Post by Danny on Jun 12, 2019 19:26:55 GMT -6
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.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Well guys, it’s our first show after one hell of a Wrestlemania and EC3 has stacked it appropriately.
Tom Phillips: No doubt about it. Like the debuts we’ve got on deck. Oney Lorcan has arrived on the scene and has already bitten off the tallest order on the menu in the seven footer the Big Show.
Mauro Ranallo: Tonight will determine if it’s more than he can chew or not, but also cutting their teeth in a double debut tonight is Noam Dar and the “Bad Boy” Joey Janela.
Corey Graves: Two hype machines on a collision course but only one can leave saying the test run was a success. But from the, “Bad Boy” to the, “Bad Guy”, it’s tag team action when Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, The Outsiders, take on Kofi Kingston and Big E of The New Day.
Tom Phillips: The power of positivity meets the rage the former tag champs are no doubt feeling. We’ll see who leaves with a smile on their face in that contest but also who emerges victorious when Revolution’s resident do-gooder The Hurricane sets out to topple Aleister Black in non-title action.
Mauro Ranallo: Is Hurricane the tougher competition the Television Champion is looking for? But Aleister isn’t the only man named Black getting between those ropes as Ultramantis Black goes toe-to-toe with Jimmy Havoc.
Corey Graves: Neither man can be happy about coming up short several nights ago but there isn’t room in the win column for both so someone’s losing streak is going to continue. But someone looking to continue a winning streak is the team of Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn as they go to war with the Gangdom of Destruction in a non-title showdown.
Tom Phillips: G.O.D. would love nothing more to make an example of the new UWF Tag Team Champions. In the same way, Adrian Neville and AJ Styles would love nothing more than to make an example of one another. They clash in our main event.
Mauro Ranallo: Momentum is undoubtedly on AJ’s side after vanquishing a strong foe in Kevin Steen but rolling solo may be what Neville needs to finally get what he wants, so it’s anyone’s guess which one of these supreme athletes will achieve the W.
Corey Graves: But that’s not all because Velveteen Dream is issuing an Open Challenge for Backlash for his Intercontinental Championship.
Tom Phillips: But he’s not the only one as new UWF Champion Vinny Marseglia has his eyes on a future opponent as well.
Mauro Ranallo: I anticipate finding out who each man will face greatly, and I’m also very excited to hear what John Morrison has to say to EC3 regarding his first opponent.
Corey Graves: All this and more coming to you live!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
Tony Chimel: From Camden, England weighing in at 196 pounds, "Pain" Jimmy Havoc!
We see Jimmy coming down the ramp while receiving middle fingers from some members of the crowd, then jimmy turns to the ones giving him a middle finger, this scaring them, who then sit on their chairs, after doing this Jimmy enters the ring and does a creepy smile before sitting on one corner of the ring.
Dr Cube: Oh oh, Jimmy. I do believe you expected to face the oh so devious Ultramantis Black tonight… well.
Dr Cube steps out from the back with no music accompanying him out to speak to the crowd, microphone in hand.
Dr Cube: Unfortunately, he will not be facing you tonight. Well, let me introduce your opponent. From Niigata, Japan, weighing in tonight at a strong 220lbs. He is… SANADA!
Sanada steps out from the back and the crowd cheers for this international sensation. Dr Cube walks back to the back, and SANADA approaches the ring. Jimmy doesn’t go for him, but instead waits for him to get in the ring, spending as much time as he can stretching out before this match.
DING! DING!
The bell rings and Havoc is still doing some pre match stretches and then turns around step by step and Sanada’s head that was facing up towards the roof of the building, either admiring the hard work of the lighting team or just simply thinking of what destruction he’s planning to cause to the body of Jimmy, the hardcore icon.
Mauro Ranallo: These two men aren’t afraid of delving into damage that is irregular to professional wrestling, I dread to think what they’ll do to each other.
Havoc then rolls his wrists in his hands and steps forward slightly to Sanada. The crowd starts to chant Sanada’s name, in a steady rhythm and Havoc edges into Sanada, and the two of them locked up tight in the middle of the ring. Sanada then throws Jimmy over his back and pulls him in tight with a headlock.
Jimmy then throws his legs out and catches the head of Sanada in his grasp. Sanada release his hold on the headlock and tightens up. Sanada then uses his legs to pace around the mat, and make his head vertically down between Havoc, who has turned over to a seated position.
Sanada then raises his head out of the hold of Havoc’s legs and then stands up fully, and steps back into the corner. Jimmy looks back up at Sanada, who just played Havoc and got out of his hold. Jimmy then throws his arm down on the mat and pushes himself back up to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Both Havoc and Sanada have spent the match so far feeling out each other for their styles, and using this to further indicate how they can get the job done tonight.
Sanada waits for Havoc to get back up to his feet, and when he does, he begins a lap of the ring, which Jimmy follows in doing. Jimmy then slows it down, trying to catch Sanada out, and then throws his hand out for a slap to the face of Sanada, but he blocks it and holds the strike still and stops it from swinging towards the side of his face.
Havoc uses the strength of the grip Sanada has to swing at the legs of him with a massive kick. Sanada hits down to the mat, and Havoc drops down on top of him for the cover for the referee to count it.
One…
Sanada quickly pops up his body and both Sanada and Havoc get back up to their feet quickly with a get up and then they stand off, and Sanada grabs the arm of Havoc and sends him towards the ropes with a strong irish whip. Havoc returns to Sanada and he does a leapfrog looking his way, and then when Havoc returns the other way and Sanada does a blind leapfrog over his head.
On the third rebound Sanada swings for a dropkick, and then Havoc pushes the legs of Sanada out of the way and squats him out of the air and makes him connect hard with the mat. Sanada grabs his chest in pain from the impact he made from crashing and burning and then Havoc throws the arm of Sanada over his shoulder and lifts him up for a back suplex crashing him down to the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: Some powerful offence from Jimmy Havoc here, being able to manhandle Sanada, who is at least 20 pounds heavier than him.
Sanada rolls back on the impact of the move and gains his footing. Havoc then pulls Sanada’s head in tight and then locks in a butcher’s grip headlock to pull him towards the corner. Jimmy pushes Sanada into the corner and then places his hand underneath his chin, and then chops the chest of Sanada, echoing throughout the arena.
Tom Phillips: WOO!
Corey Graves: You’re not hip, Tom.
Havoc then quickly spins around Sanada, making him face the direction of the post and outwards to the crowd. Jimmy then throws the arm of Sanada overhead and then lifts him up to sit on the second rope facing outwards. Jimmy then walks over to the other side of the ring, and then charges himself up slightly. He then runs across the ring and pulls Sanada back onto his knees with a suspended backstabber, and Sanada flips over from the impact, writhing in pain from the impact.
Mauro Ranallo: Some powerful offense being shown by Jimmy Havoc. He’s really giving Sanada a good run for his money, and could even beat him here!
Havoc then uses the turnbuckles to assist him back up to his feet, and then he runs the thumb over his throat, saying he’s gonna kill Sanada with this next move, and then grabs the arm of Sanada, and throws him up on his shoulders. Jimmy then runs into the corner and drives Sanada’s head into the turnbuckle, but still keeps him up. Jimmy then turns around and then drives him out with a Death Valley Driver. Jimmy covers Sanada.
One…
Two…
Sanada kicks out at two from all the offense Havoc has dished out to him so far. Havoc sits up in frustration at Sanada being able to kick out from the Death Valley Driver. Havoc then pushes himself over to the ropes, and then uses them to help him get up to his feet. He then looks back on Sanada down on the ground and then turns around and throws his arms back up in the air and yells “fuck it”.
Havoc then dives backwards and goes to hit a standing moonsault on the body of Sanada, but before he can land it, Sanada throws up his knees, and pops Havoc off him after. Sanada then pops to his knees, and Sanada pulls Havoc under his arm and lifts him up. Sanada then frees Havoc from the headlock, and spins him around, throwing Havoc’s arm over head.
Corey Graves: This could be bad for Jimmy Havoc here!
Sanada edges more to the side of Havoc, and then hooks around the waist, and lifts him up from the ground and then slams him back down to the mat with a massive Saito Suplex, knocking the wind out of Havoc. Sanada then rolls Havoc back onto his knees, and jumps up to his feet, and hits a superkick to Havoc’s cheek. Sanada then covers him for the fall.
One…
Two…
Jimmy kicks out at two from the superkick that he was dealt out with. Sanada immediately gets up and pulls up Havoc by his neck, but Havoc swings an uppercut stunning Sanada back, and Havoc falls down to a knee from the damage that has already been dished out to him.
Havoc then pushes himself up from his knee, and then goes over to Sanada, and boots him in the midsection. Havoc then throws the head of Sanada underneath his legs, and then grabs him by the waist and lifts him up. He then drills him down to the mat with the Havoc Driver! Havoc pushes off Sanada and makes the cover.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Jimmy Havoc!
Jimmy shakes his head, seemingly still disappointed he didn’t get to get his hands on Ultramantis Black. He then rolls out of the ring, and grabs a small little black bag, and a steel chair. He then puts both these items on the apron, and then rolls in. He grabs the small black bag first and empties it out on the canvas, thumbtacks. A lot of them.
Corey Graves: Thumbtacks and a chair? Sounds like a fun night out.
Havoc then throws the empty bag aside, and then grabs the chair. He then pulls up Sanada, and then positions himself in the position for the Acid Rainmaker, beside the thumbtacks. Havoc then pulls Sanada out and then lays him out with a chairshot in the style of an Acid Rainmaker, and lays Sanada back first on the thumbtacks. Havoc then looks off into the camera as UWF continues.
The titantron buzzes with static and Dr Cube appears on the screen laughing maniacally.
Dr. Cube: Aw what a hollow victory for you Havoc. You beat a minion and not the great and devious Ultramantis Black. Well let me let you in on a little secret. You were never going to get you hands on my associate, you fell for it and quite honestly we’re going to continue to laugh about this for a long time, because not only did you fall for it, but these brainless fools who held on to some hope that you would be the one to destroy him fell for it too!
Dr. Cube moves the camera back and forth showing no Ultramantis.
Dr. Cube: but don’t even bother looking here because he’s in a very undisclosed location. We have planning to do, no minions, no dr cube. So count this as a minor mercy from me, because it’s the last gasp you’ll get before you sink.
The scene fades into the New Day chilling backstage talking about game plan for their match. It fades in mid conversation.
Xavier Woods: You guys ready for this? This is very much needed momentum!
Kofi Kingston: Was John Wick ready when they stole his dog?
Big E: Did that happen? I haven't seen the movie.
Kofi Kingston: NEITHER HAVE I!
Xavier Woods: Wow, how yall just going to disrespect Keanu Reeves like that? The man's very hot right now.
Kofi Kingston: You right, you right. But what we are saying is we're ready for those Ruffians known as the Outsiders!
Xavier Woods: Just imagine if we win this match here tonight!
Big E: NOT IF! But when. And I know what will happen when we win the match. We're going to celebrate like how we celebrated when we found out Banjo Kazooie is going to be in Super Smash Bros!
Xavier Woods: OOOOO! You just gave me chills from that excitement. Alright, we got this. We're going to take down the Outsiders and we're going to win. And then, we can go watch some E3 highlights to relive the hype!
Kofi Kingston: I need to see that BOTW 2 and FF7 remake trailer again.
Xavier Woods: Absolutely hype.
Big E: I can't wait to save princess Peach from Dr Eggman in BOTW 2.
Kofi Kingston: Man, none of those characters are even in the game! Did you see the trailer?
Big E: I'm more of a Sony guy.
New Day look at E in disgust as they shout shame over and over again. As E looks down disappointed.
Kofi Kingston: But yeah, we got this. We're going go Liu Kang and Kung Lao on their booties. We're going to be like HIGAH! AND HEYAH!
Kofi starts doing Japanese fist strikes in the air.
Big E: And we're going to have a little of those "WAKATAY!" and "ORIGAH!"
Xavier Woods: Is that racist?
Kofi Kingston: Not at all, man. We ain't mocking the Japanese. We're admiring Liu Kang and Kung Lao!
Big E: Come on, Woodsy. You're better than this!
Xavier Woods: Ah, I guess you're right. You guys should try some fireballs in there and some hat throws, but with pancakes!
Big E: That's a good idea, but… Kofi and I got the game plan down. Trust us, we'll use it if nothing else works!
Kofi Kingston: I don't think throwing pancakes at them will make them too happy as they said they're not in the playing mood. We got to take this at least semi-serious.
The camera fades out on Xavier looking a bit disappointed the next segment as Revolution rolls on!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Jericho!
The arena darkens. The only lights are those coming from the cell phone flashes of fans in the crowd. Everyone looks towards the stage, expecting a fireworks show from the UWF’s resident showman. However, a voice echoes throughout the arena, an unmistakable voice in the ears of most fans, hardcore and casual. It is the voice of a legend.
Chris Jericho: Welcome to The Highlight Reel.
A spotlight illuminates the place where Jericho is located: the middle of the ring, surrounded by two large chairs. The ring itself is covered with a navy blue rug, and the JeriTron 6527 show the The Highlight Reel logo behind the segment’s host.
Chris Jericho: As much as I would love to announce this as a collaboration of The Highlight Reel and Miz TV, as much as I would love to call this a celebration of winning a championship, as much as I would love to have my best friend by my side tonight, I’m afraid it just wasn’t meant to be. The question remains: what now? What is next for Christopher Keith Irvine Jericho? Well, it’s the Revolution after WrestleMania, the perfect time for a fresh start for everyone. Everyone, except me of course. I’ve pretty much mixed it up with everybody worth mixing it up with. I have no scores to settle right now. Sure, I could go after Nash and Hall for their despicable actions in recent weeks, but I’d be a poster child for insanity. Standing up to The Outsiders alone would land me a hospital bed right next to Mike Mizanin. Hell, Johnny and Tommaso had even odds and still ended up in bad shape. I’m gonna pass on that one. And Sami and Becky, I respect them as the new champions. I believe they’ll represent the division well, especially when their greatest threat right now is the Goobers of Denmark or whatever the idiotic aconym stands for.
That leaves me with nothing. No clear direction, nothing really to fight for. I could start chasing titles, but that would just be for the sake of chasing titles. I truly have no scores to settle right now. But Miz did. Every day when we would talk about wrestling, he wouldn’t talk about WrestleMania or the Tag Team Championships or the new World order. All he ever wanted was to get his hands on Aleister Black. Miz wanted Black, Black wanted Miz. Everybody wanted it but the man running the show, and now Mike may never get the match he always wanted. He can’t fight towards the goal he outlined for himself, but I can. Ethan gave me this time slot allowing me to do anything that doesn’t get the show pulled off the air, and given what we’ve seen in recent history, there’s nothing I could do to kick us off the network. Therefore, I am pleased to announce my guest for tonight’s edition of The Highlight Reel… Aleister Bl-!
Jericho stops in his tracks as "Destroyer" hits the arena speakers, out through the curtain comes out the Samoan Kingpin known as Samoa Joe. He looks around the arena for a bring moment, flaring a nostril in what seems like disgust before adjusting his suit jacket and marching down to the ring with a purpose.
Some in the crowd chant along together "Joe, Joe, Joe" as Joe flicks the side of his nose before he stops at ringside looking at everything in the ring while Jericho doesn't seem amused to be interrupted. Joe simply runs up the steel steps and enters the ring raising his hand up in the air in his usual shaka hand gesture. He lowers it as his music fades off, and he stands there in the middle of the ring taking the spotlight for seemingly no reason so far.
Chris Jericho: You’re not Aleister Black. You’re not the man I invited here, which makes you an uninvited guest on The Highlight Reel. You, Samoa, are a solicitor, and as my sign clearly states...
Jericho knocks on the screen of the JeriTron 6527, causing it to change to a sign that reads:
NO
SOLICITORS
ALLOWED
Jericho knocks on the screen again, changing it back to the The Highlight Reel logo.
Chris Jericho: So, given that, I would appreciate if you leave now so my real guest can come on out here.
Joe is looking off into the crowd of people, nonchalantly staring down individuals in the crowd with a smug look on his face. All the while he is deliberately ignoring Jericho as he speaks to him, but after a few moments of letting the air fill with the silence of his mere presence he turns his head and for the first time acknowledges Jericho being in the ring. He looks him up and down and smirks before he backs up and takes a seat in the chair awaiting Aleister Black which is when Jericho raises his mic once more.
Chris Jericho: I’m not sure if this is a Samoan thing or whatever, but I’m going to say this one more time. My guest is the Television Champion. My guest is unbeaten in singles action. My guest is arguably the second best wrestler in this company. You, Mr. Joe, are none of those things, and you are not my guest. Unless you have a damn good reason for coming out here, I demand that you get up, out of the chair, and get the hell out of my ring.
Joe cocks an eyebrow up, smirking as if he's amused by the notion of Jericho threatening him, before he looks to his left and picks up the microphone sitting there.
Samoa Joe: Demand? You are Demanding something of me? That's funny to me Chris, real funny because the fact of the matter is a Demand is defined as an insistent request made as if by right. And you have No right to talk to me in any upturned manner whatsoever, because there is only one hierarchy around here today. It goes like this and it's very simple so you should have no trouble following along: Samoa Joe, Then my Guerrillas, and then everybody else. That Everybody else section of the chart includes you Christopher, and your little guest. But seeing as things have been rocketing towards the negative side of things, I thought it only fair to come out here and show my benevolent side. You see Chris, Destruction is our grandest tool. It is the great equalizer and eye-opener that we'll use to much effectiveness throughout our takeover, but that doesn't mean that Reality is all pain and gloom. The new reality of your lives means, those who work hard enough to maintain a spot alongside us, gets to shine because of what we bring. So Chris I'm here, for you.
Joe gestures towards Jericho who doesn't look impressed, but before he can say something Joe just continues on interrupting him.
Samoa Joe: You said it yourself Chris, You said it your own damn self. I am not the Second best wrestler in this company, I am The best. The new King of the UWF Jungle, and each move I make is done with purpose and precision. I tore down the everlasting picture of the top Samoan family on the grandest stage of them all, and now all anyone really wants to know is not what the Television Champion is up to these days. Or the opinions of an addled and now alone Chris Jericho. All anyone really wants to know now, is what the G.O.D is going to do next. And in the short term that is very very simple, decimate the individuals known as Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch. But big picture wise what is it that we have set up for our future. And Chris, as the fair man I am, I am allowing you to get this exclusive chance to ask me first hand yourself, this way I can help bolster your career as a host so you have something worthwhile to do in the new reality I am creating around here instead of wasting your time on that second rate nobody you originally had coming out here.
Joe Pauses as the crowd immediately boo in disagreement with that statement, and Joe just chuckles.
Samoa Joe: Oh please, I've seen a thousand like that kid, I've ended the careers of a hundred more. Right now everyone seems high on him, but soon the light is gonna shine on him and you're all going to see him exposed as nothing compared to the G.O.D. And you can bet your ass that I'll be right there when-
The New Sumerian Death Squad's music hits, causing Samoa Joe to stop mid-sentence. Soon enough, Aleister Black and WALTER burst straight through the curtain. Aleister in specific is high-tailing it straight to the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron and straight through the ropes, meeting eye to eye with the Destroyer. He looks to the side at Jericho, then back at Joe, cracking his knuckles. WALTER walks down more casually, climbing the stairs and standing on the apron behind Black.
Samoa Joe and Aleister Black stare each other down, while Black maintains his demeanor Joe seems to be growing in anger. His stance changing slightly, causing the crowd to start to get up on their feet as they can feel the tension leading to a fight breaking out. That is until Joe takes a breath and lets his rage subside, looking at the Television Champion up and down measuring him up before raising his mic once more.
Samoa Joe: You know what? I'm an extremely busy man. My time is precious, I have plans to prepare and things to put in motion, and simply put kid. Joe aint gonna kill you right here right now, because you're not worth my time.
Joe scoffs as he drops the mic to the chair and goes to walk away, bumping Jerichos shoulder as he heads to the ropes and gets out taking his leave. Aleister picks up right where he left off, grabbing the mic and looking back up the ramp, whether he's still there or not.
Aleister Black: I'm... not worth your time? Did you get a concussion from falling from the top so fast? No, no, no, Pillsbury Dough Boy, that's not quite right. You're not worth my time. You're not even worth the audience's time. You see, unlike you, I can retain my title. Unlike you, I've actually been destroying my opponents. Hell, right now you should be handing over your little "destroyer" nickname to me. Jimmy Uso? Jeff Hardy and Juice? They're just cannon fodder. But when it comes time to square up and fight, when you get an actual opponent... we all saw what happened to you with Kenny Omega, didn't we? So by all means, sit back there with your hired guns and twiddle your thumbs waiting for some actual time on television. Everyone out there knows you don't deserve to share this ring with a man like me.
He spits down the ramp in disgust and turns back to the ring. He moves back to where Joe was sitting, cracking his neck, and having a seat.
Aleister Black: Now that that little leech is off our television screens, why don't we start your little program?
Jericho looks down the ramp, even after Joe is long gone. He hesitates for a second, then looks back at the Television champ.
Chris Jericho: Well, I guess the first thing we ought to cover is what you plan on doing with that belt of yours. You successfully defended it against Ultramantis Black and Matt Hardy at WrestleMania, so what's next on tap for the Television Champion?
Aleister Black: What's next on tap, huh? If I'm being honest, I don't have much of a choice, do I? What can I do? I'm stuck with a title that I've outgrown, against competition I outpace. I break everyone I face. I have put ends to peoples' careers. When you talk about the best, you talk about me. Not Samoa Joe, not his little Samoan lap dogs, and not anyone else. And yet somehow, week after week I am put in the ring against subpar hacks who don't belong in the wrestling business, let alone this company. I ask for more. I ask for a reward for having the best god damn record this company has ever seen. I ask for stiffer competition, oh god have I asked. And what do I get? The Hurricane. In an exhibition match. On weekly TV. Do you know my win/loss record, Chris?
Chris Jericho: Yeah, you're fourteen to one. Not counting battle royales and rumbles.
Aleister Black: Fourteen to one. Fourteen people I've beaten, that I've pinned or made submit in the ring. And that ones that I didn't pin ran away. And when I finally did lose, I wasn't even pinned. I'm unstoppable. Right now, I should be right at the top of this company. The only thing that stops me from breaking my way through the glass ceiling and murdering everyone on the other side is this title. And that's where I am now. Going nowhere. In matches with the Hurricane and Neville with nothing to do. So you ask me what's next for me? I have no clue. I don't have any control over this. I'm suffering at the bottom when none of the former champions can beat me, none of the young upstarts can beat me, none of my contenders can beat me, and your little tag partner the Miz sure as hell couldn't beat me.
The crowd very loudly protest the attack on the Miz. Chris Jericho nods a bit as if to say, "Yeah? Really?" before beginning.
Chris Jericho: I wouldn't be so cocky, Black. You've been walking around here for what, six months, and suddenly you're a hotshot? You may be the Television Champion, but you're just a Television Champion. The fact that I, a consistent main eventer, have never faced half of the people you've beaten speaks for itself.
Ethan didn't let you face Mike, or anybody else relevant for that matter, because he was protecting your credibility, making sure his golden boy didn't have to face the fact that he's more overhyped than both of the XFLs combined. Mike would've beaten you if he had the chance. He didn't hide behind Ethan's excuses, he just laid out the challenge that you never took up. You talk a big talk about wanting competition, so why did you wait for Ethan's blessing instead of being a man and standing up to Mike yourself?
The crowd loudly reacts to what Jericho is saying. Black chuckles a bit and replies.
Aleister Black: I didn't "stand up to Mike myself" because I didn't want to cut your cute little Wrestlemania moment short. But now it looks like the only moment either one of you got was Miz being pulverized on top of those little steel steps, wasn't it?
Jericho is obviously pretty pissed off because of this and goes to speak, but Aleister cuts him off.
Aleister Black: You say that he wanted to protect my credibility because i'm his "golden boy," but I disagree. Don't you see what Mike Mizanin is doing on a daily basis? He got world title shot after world title shot, and he failed every time. He got a shot at the tag titles, and he lost there too. Every single week Carter is giving him opportunities that he hasn't earned, and why? Because he was hand-picked to be the one to end the nWo. He was supposed to be the heroic man, the chosen one to be the face of the company, and what did he do? He failed. He's a loser. Now look at me. Look at the people I've beaten. If I can beat them, I can beat a miserable, washed-up reality television star. You say that I'm overhyped, but if I remember correctly, I've beaten Larry Sweeney. Remember him? I've beaten Rick Rude, I've beaten Edge and Christian and Jay White and your friend Johnny Gargano. And most importantly, I've beaten you in convincing fashion too, three weeks after I returned. Funny how life works, isn't it?
Chris Jericho: Oh man, big guy with a belt starts listing off names. Guess what pal, I can do the same thing. Ever heard of a guy named Kurt Angle, Mr. Money in the Bank and former International Champion? Every heard of Kevin Steen, longest reigning champion in this company's history? Ever heard of Dolph Ziggler, pillar of the NXT brand before I took over? Ever heard of Cesaro, former UWF Champion? Ever heard of Vinny Marseglia, the guy you try to pretend you are? I've beaten all of 'em, kid, and I could throw you in that list too from our match at Final Battle two years ago if I wanted to. Remember that? Or did I knock you around too much?
You may be the hot commodity of the month, but I am a legend in this business. You say six months? I say two years, two and a half pretty soon. All of the people you have on your hit-list pale in comparison to what I've been up to since I drove you out of here.
Aleister gets up suddenly, and Jericho follows suit. The two stare off for a bit, and the crowd is h-o-t HOT for it. Aleister shakes his head and speaks.
Aleister Black: You said it yourself, Jericho. Two years ago. You reached your peak back then. Those wins were impressive, hell, they were shocking. But now what are you doing now? Crying about your loss to Sweeney every other week on TV? Trying to pick of the pieces of a dying career? You're nothing like the World Champion Chris Jericho. You're not even close to the Chris Jericho who beat me at Final Battle. You're nothing anymore. You've been the best you'll ever be, and I'm still here, getting stronger by the week. I said it before, and I'll say it again. No one can beat me. No one can beat WALTER. Not you, not Mike, not any of the people I've beaten in my career. You pale in comparison to me. And that is why I will hold this title until I di-
Big Show's theme song blast throughout the arena as he walks out from behind the curtain with a huge smile on his face. He walks down the ramp high fiving a few fans as he does. He reaches the end of the ramp and stands there looking at the notorious Aleister Black. He walks around to the announcer table and grabs a microphone.
Big Show
Hold on a second. I know my ears must be deceiving me. I could have sworn you said that WALTER cannot be beaten? You must have watched a different Rumble than the one I participated in because this is what I saw.
He points to the big screen as footage from Wrestlemania appears and it shows Walter going over the top along with Big Show.
Big Show
Now I have to give Xavier Woods credit at Wrestlemania because he took advantage of a situation, however, what that footage shows is Walter being eliminated before me and of course Xavier. That means technically WALTER has been DEFEATED. Two men were better than him that night and you are looking at one of them.
He grabs up on the apron and steps over the ropes as he never loses eye contact.
Big Show
You must have the biggest ego of them all if you truly think WALTER cannot be beaten. Hell I have been beaten before in my life and that is not an easy task but I give credit where it is due. I think WALTER and yourself need a case of humble pie. You know what else is funny is the fact you come out here and talk about the past like it matters. The past only holds us back I look forward to the future. WALTER should be watching his back because I will be watching him. I will strike when he least expects it and then I will prove to everyone including you that all WALTER was is one big hype job. He cannot measure up to the real athletes. He will fall short because when he finally gets a real challenger he won't be able to finish what he started. He will be left in the middle of the ring on his back after being pinned and the IMMORTAL WALTER will be nothing but a memory.
He walks slowly towards Aleister Black in the middle of the ring.
Big Show
I hope you are not getting too mad bro because the truth hurts. You needed to hear the truth from a man who has been through it all. Although the only thing that is more of a joke then WALTER is the fact your champion. That is the ultimate joke but I doubt you or WALTER will do anything about it because your no longer the biggest man in the ring. Things are changing here in the UWF and I plan to back up everything I say. Unfortunately, you won't be able to say the same.
You stand in that ring claiming you have outgrown the title. Do you really think you're better than this title? I don't because if you were better then being the television championship then you would have already achieved something higher in the company but you keep thinking what you want. Keep believing the lies you tell to everyone including yourself. However, if you are tired of holding the title then I know someone who will gladly take it off your hands. He is the seven-foot-tall and over five hundred pounds. He is the World's Largest Athlete Big Show.
So you have had early success in the company and won fourteen of your first fifteen matches. That is impressive for sure, however, how much better would your resume look if one of those victories was against the Big Show. On the other hand, losing to someone like Big Show could bruise that huge ass ego of yours. Maybe there is one way to truly found out just what the result will be that is if your not a coward and willing to see if you can be the giant slayer or if you're just another bitch with a big mouth.
Show gets right in Blacks' space, looking down on him like the giant he is with a smile on his face. Suddenly, WALTER ends up pushing Aleister back and stands in front of Big Show, daring him to make a move against someone his own size. Big Show just smirks at him and gives him a little pat on the head. WALTER ends up shoving Show who knocks over a chair. Jericho is quick to bounce outta the ring, leaving these two behemoths to fight against themselves. Show shakes his head in disbelief, not believing that WALTER just did that, he comes back at him but WALTER gives him a chop to the chest. WALTER tells Show to chop him back and puts his arms behind his back, letting him get a free shot. Big Show obliges but instead of a chop, lays out WALTER with a WMD!
The fans explode as WALTER tumbles over and rolls out of the ring. Big Show talks some trash down to him but when he turns around, he walks right into a Black Mass from Aleister Black! The Television Champion puts his foot on the giant and raises his title up high, the fans booing his display of dominance as the live feed goes elsewhere,
As Revolution heads backstage we catch El Desperado going somewhere unknown, he is stopped by the cameraman
Rude camera man:El Desperado! over here! what can you tell us about Minoru Suzuki's plans going forward? does he go after someone or does he wait to be called out for his place at the top?
It's clear that the sudden question annoyed Despy but being a pure professional, he gets right into his face and starts talking
Despy: I will tell you what the master's plans are, he is going to crush your dreams and turn them into nightmares, he will prevail against whoever he chooses to, he is going to make you bow down, but that doesn't answer your answer does it? Minoru does this on a regular basis, but this time it would be a little different, for this time it will be as an answer to a challenge
Despy walks away from the camera with the smuggest look a person with a mask can achieve as the fed moves elsewhere
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR THE NEW DAY AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi. He dances down to the ring while playing the three core words:
"NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!
He makes it into the ring, while the rest of the New Day dance to the back. He gets loudly cheered by the crowd, and hops up to the second turnbuckle as he continues to play to the crowd. He jumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
Scott hall comes sliding out of the backstage area with his arms outstretched, classic Bad Guy style with Kevin Nash shortly behind him. The crowd erupts in boos as the two stand at the top of the entrance ramp to pose with Nash holding up the Wolfpac sign up above his head. They begin walking down the aisle as Hall flicks a toothpick into the camera lens.
Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 635 pounds, they are the Outsiders, members of the New World Order...Scott Hall and Kevin Nash!
DING DING DING!
As the bell rings, it's decided things will get started off here with Kofi Kingston squaring off against Scott Hall. The pair circle each other for a few moments in the ring before Hall goes for a tie-up. Kofi slips behind him and quickly launches a toe-kick that catches Hall on the back of his left calf; he takes a half-step forward, then turns around with a smirk and tries for another tie-up. Once again, Kofi escapes behind him, but this time he hits a proper thrust kick to Hall's butt that sends the veteran stumbling toward his own corner. Hall turns around and nods as the fans pick up the "NEW... DAY ROCKS!" with some encouragement from Woods and a few blasts of Francesca 2.0. Hall goes for another tie-up and Kofi slips behind him once more, then goes for yet another kick — this time, Hall has it scouted and spins quickly enough to catch the boot, then pulls Kofi right in to a clothesline that turns him inside out, leaving him splayed awkwardly on the canvas.
Tom Phillips: Oh my God what a brutal clothesline!
Corey Graves: Kofi Kingston got his clock cleaned there.
Hall hauls Kofi to his feet and sends him off the rope. As Kofi lurches back to him, Scott lifts him up and brings his midsection down on the knee in an inverted atomic drop. Kofi grabs at his groin as Scott shouts, "Hey, yo!" and then throws a back elbow that catches the smaller man flush on the jaw and sends him crashing backward into the rope. Hall pursues and grabs Kofi from behind, leading him to the middle of the ring before trapping him in an abdominal stretch. Kofi grimaces as his torso is worked in the hold, Hall flexing cruelly as he torques it. Big E, on the apron, starts stomping to work up the crowd; he is joined shortly thereafter by Wood on the trombone and this again gets the crowd chanting for Kofi and his team. Unfortunately, Hall seems unperturbed and he simply releases the hold, then lifts Kofi up from behind for a quick belly-to-back suplex before rolling back to his feet and tagging in Big Sexy. Nash steps in over the top rope as Hall drops an elbow on Kofi, then comes lumbering in behind as Hall rolls away to drop a thick leg on Kingston's abdomen.
Mauro Ranallo: Huge legdrop from Kevin Nash and that sort of move will knock the wind right out of your sails.
Tom Phillips: I feel like a big man like Kevin Nash could collapse your lung if he dropped a leg from high enough.
Nash gets to his feet and grabs Kofi by his dreadlocks, hauling him to his feet. As Kofi stands there, Nash rears his own head back and then crashes it skull-first right into Kofi's gourd, sending Kingston flying a good three feet to land on his arse, dazed. Nash then surges forward and brutally boots the seated Kingston directly on the nose; Kofi's body snaps back as he impacts the canvas firmly and Nash drops an elbow on his chest before hooking a leg.
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...NO!
Corey Graves: Kofi Kingston kicks out in the nick of time there!
Mauro Ranallo: But one has to wonder how long he can weather this withering onslaught from the Outsiders.
Nash gets to his feet and straight deadlifts Kofi along with him, but Kingston finds a second wind somewhere and starts to squirm, breaking himself free. Kofi scrambles for his corner, but Nash catches his ankle and drags him back to the middle of the ring. Kofi spins as Nash holds his foot and hops three times, then leaps up and connects with a leg-fed enzuigiri! Nash stumbles, releasing Kofi, and he rolls and sweeps the leg, sending the big man crashing to one knee. Kofi then kips up and runs the ropes behind Nash, rebounding and delivering a two-footed dropkick to Nash's upper back that finally sends him down to the canvas. Kofi rolls to his corner and makes the tag to a huge pop from the crowd and Big E steps into the ring fired straight up! Big E marches right over to Nash as he finds his vertical base and connects to the top of the skull with a bionic elbow! Bam, there's a second one! Nash reels back to the ropes and Big E unloads with a clothesline, sending him spinning over the top and landing on his feet on the floor, visibly dazed. At this, Kofi re-enters the ring and dashes for Big E, who lifts him overhead and launches him like a missile right at Nash!
Mauro Ranallo: Big E with a massive assist on that plancha and Nash goes down!
The move draws a huge pop from the fans as Kofi pulls Nash to his feet and shoves him back into the ring. Big E drops a big elbow right on Nash's chest, then rolls him away from the ropes and covers.
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...NO!
Nash gets the foot on the ropes. Big E simply pulls him away to the middle of the ring, sits Nash up and places a knee in his upper back before locking in a chin lock and torquing it to the max. Nash cries out in pain as the fans buzz and Hall leans into the ring, extending his palm as far as it will reach. He's calling for the tag, but Big Sexy has no escape route at the present moment. In a desperate bid to create one, he starts swinging wildly with meaty fists for Big E's head. Big E simply releases the hold, then deadlifts Nash up onto a shoulder and turning toward his own team's corner before surging toward it! Big E drops Nash face-first on the turnbuckle as Kofi leaps up and kicks him in the face on the way down, for good measure! The fans pop over their teamwork as E tags in Kingston, who goes up top! He performs a quick shoulder shimmy and then leaps off for a double leg drop!
Tom Phillips: Kofi Kingston drops the boom on Kevin Nash!
Kofi covers.
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...NO!
Nash gets the shoulder up as the fans gasp. Kofi gets to his feet looking surprised; he thought he had that all stitched up. Not wanting to give the Outsiders another chance to get in this thing, he runs the ropes, but as he does Nash rolls over into a three-point stance and then pulls up and surges forward for a lariat just as Kofi closes in! Kingston has it spotted, however, and floats over into a DDT as the fans pop and Big E dances on the apron while Xavier goes crazy on the outside!
Corey Graves: I'm not big on this New Day gang but Kofi Kingston just executed an incredible floatover DDT and it's hard to find anything to chirp about there.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, mark this day on your calendars because Corey Graves just offered the New Day some praise.
Kofi gets back to his feet but Nash, somehow, has the presence of mind to crawl for his corner. Knowing he doesn't have much time to prevent the tag, Kofi closes in and grabs Nash by the ankle, but Nash rolls onto his back and kicks Kofi right in the stomach, taking the wind out of him. Kofi stumbles back and lands on his ass, clutching his gut and looking potentially sickly, then turns for his own corner. Both men are crawling and leap for their partners' respective hands...
Tom Phillips: Hot tag!
Big E and Scott Hall step into the ring and charge one another. Hall goes for a clothesline but E ducks under and runs the ropes as Hall tries to pivot, only to be taken down with a big crossbody! E pushes up to his feet with Hall in his arms in another deadlift, then swings Hall up onto his shoulder and drops him with the Big Ending! The fans count with the official as Xavier toots Francesca 2.0 along:
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners
THE NEW DAY!
Corey Graves: In what has to be considered an upset, the New Day pull off a win over the first Tag Team Champions of the EC3 era here in the UWF.
Mauro Ranallo: It was a case of just slightly better cohesion, I think, Graves: Big E and Kofi Kingston were on the same page, and with Xavier Woods in their corner, this unit could go far.
Hall rolls out of the ring to regroup with Nash as Woods and Kofi enter the ring, dancing with Big E in celebration while the fans chant "NEW DAY ROCKS!" and their music plays on the 'tron. The feed moves along elsewhere.
The screen scratches, it glitches. It’s struggling and trying to stay on air from what was previously, but suddenly it switches over to some text read out on the screen in big bold letters for the UWF Universe. “A MESSAGE FROM ADRIAN.” Assumably Adrian Neville.
The scene then flickers to open, once and twice and then it finally shows Adrian Neville sitting there on a chair in a desolate room. There is active dust around, not smoke. Pure unkempt atmosphere.
Adrian Neville: They said that the best trick the devil played was making them believe that they never existed. A fatal one for the planet that were played. The best trick I seem to have pulled out so far? Making them believe I’m not the fucking man.
Adrian shutters his eyes and then looks up to meet the camera with direct eye contact. There seems to be no cameraman as this camera is completely still.
A fatal one for the ones I played. What next? What’s the next act of motion? I drop the dead weight. I roam free as a dove. I spread my cha-. As I would’ve done before. Instead what I plan to do from now on is, well, I’ve already dropped the dead weight, but I’m going to alter the rest. I’m not a dove. I’m not a rose. I’m me. And I will do whatever I choose to do. Whoever I chase will fall, and whoever tries to stop me? Let’s not think that far ahead.
The win loss record of mine hasn’t been the most stainless in the history of the UWF, but what have I done to back it? What have I done to make sure that’s not a big issue? Nothing… yet. Besides Suzuki’s bad ol’ leg, I didn’t gain a lot from going back to my country, a place I wish to never go back and honestly if I did, I might just be sick in my mouth.
Neville turns his head to look off from the camera. He then returns and face to makes eye contact with the camera once more.
But why? Why is this all necessary? The dingy fucking room. The tripod this shitty little camcorder is upholding. The effort to go out of my own way to shoot this? I needed to get something off my chest, because I feel like if I didn’t none of you would understand. Not like you would’ve anyway. I have changed just like the times.
I have evolved. For not moving on would only harm me. I’ve been here for several long winded months now, and along that time period it’s only became vivid to me that all that I stood for was a lie. Freedom, liberty. Anarchy, freedom. How’s that so? How? You’ll only tarnish your freedom.
You don’t know what you need, you don’t know what you need to survive these hard times. You don’t know what you don’t know. You need order. You need a new order. And not in the sense of those loitering thugs. In the sense of me. Consider a part of me died, it withered. The Black Rose is dead. Say hello to Adrian. Adrian... Neville.
Adrian finishes speaking and the camera quickly cuts off from the sight of him. The Black Rose is dead, I, for one, welcome our new English overlord.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
"G.O.D" plays throughout the arena, and as the crowd boos while others hold up Too Sweets, as out through the curtain walks out Tama Tonga with his hands waving in front of his face towards the crowd swaying along with the music, and Tanga Loa marching up right behind him. Tanga shouts out into the open air with a primal yell, as Tama turns around pointing at his brother before swaying back around.
Chimel: Weighing in at combined weight of 400 and 39 pounds: "The Bad Boy" Tama Tonga, and "The Silverback" Tanga Loa. Guerrillas of Destiny, G-O-D!
Tama drops down to the floor and uses his hands to crawl forward sliding across the floor as he looks straight into the lens of the camera, The shot moves up to Tanga who shoots his finger gun to the camera lens and then to the crowd. Tama slides into the ring when Tanga Loa running up the steel steps. Tama is swaying around with his hands, as Tanga Loa smacks his chest and raises his hands up in the air.
Ranallo: The Gangdom of Destruction have put the UWF tag team division on blast, and now they're like a firing squad with the newly-crowned champs lined up in their sights.
Graves: After their performance at Wrestlemania they're inarguably the rightful number one contenders. This really should be a title match.
Phillips: After their behavior since returning, they ought to be suspended, if not fired.
Graves: Their "behavior"? Grow up, nerd.
The Tongans stand in the ring, waiting for their opponents to arrive while the crowd lays the hate on 'em.
The fans pop once the music hits and the new UWF Tag Team Champions some out with their titles firmly around their waists. They're full of energy as they both dance at the top of the stage to the delight of the fans.
Chimel: Introducing their opponents... at a combined weight of 347 pounds... the UWF Tag Team Champions, Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn!
The newly crowned champs head on down the ramp, high-fiving fans all the way there.
Phillips: Lynch and Zayn have said that they want to give the tag team division a "face lift", and I'd say that they're the people's choice for the job.
Ranallo: They are certainly fan favourites and their tenacity and speed proved to be invaluable assets in their victory at Wrestlemania. A win tonight over the G.O.D., who, by all accounts, are their polar opposites, would be the ideal way to kick off this new chapter in the division.
Graves: Yeah but that's a tall order. Sneaking in a pin in a fatal four-way is one thing. Earning the win against the most dangerous unit in the sport today is another.
Zayn and Lynch climb up into the ring and hand off the titles to the Official. A tense staredown ensues, but doesn't boil over before the bell sounds. Lynch and Loa take to the apron while Sami and Tama are decided on as the ones to kick things off. The Ref calls for the bell.
DING DING
Without a second's hesitation, the two tag team tusslers tangle together in the center of the squared circle. Collar-and-elbow, as all things should be. They jockey for position, implementing some expert footwork and weight-shifting as each tries to gain an advantage on the other. For brief moments, it seems either man has the advantage, only for the other to counter with. Leverage. Dexterity. Grappling. It's subtle, but it's what the sport is all -
Ranallo: Oh my goodness! Tama just poked Sami right in the eye!
Graves: He should have seen it coming!
Tonga abandons the orthodox approach for the low road. The Official tries to give him a talking to but the Gangdom'r brushes him aside before bullying Sami into a neutral corner. He fires of with a combo of punches into Sami's breadbasket and punctuates that with a jumping headbutt. These shots would drop your Dad, but not Sami Zayn! It's like a cup o' morning Joe, and just what the Quebecer needed to wake up.
Sami graps Tonga, spins him around and effectively trades positions, pinning him in the corner with a one-two dust-up of his own. Tonga tries to fire back but Zayn's pace is relentless, forcing him to turtle instead. The Ref has seen just about enough of this punchy-kicky corner stuff, though, and he steps in to threaten a disqualification. Sami backs off, but Tama steals the fifth man's attention by complaining about foul play. As such, the Ref isn't looking when Tanga Loa runs across the apron and blasts Sami across the back of the head with a fearsome lariat! The crowd boos this heinous tactic, but by the time Stripes turns around, Loa is back in his corner and Sami is loopy down on the mat.
Tama jumps on Zayn and fires off a quick brace of cheap shots before sinking in a chinlock, trashing Zayn around like a rabid dog as he applies it. Lynch, having seen all that malarky, steps halfway through the ropes to intervene. The Ref rushes over to stop her and while she's yelling in his face about doing a better job, Loa rushes into the ring and puts the boots to Sami while his brother holds him down. Again, the crowd makes as much noise as they can, trying to alert the Ref to the shenanigans. The G.O.D. are too quick. Tanga is outta dodge before the sheriff rides back through town. Sami is beaten up pretty bad and Tama makes a cover as the Official comes back over. He slides in and counts it...
1...
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But Sami kicks out it time!
Graves: Near fall for the Gangdom. This match is going exactly how they want it to. The champions looks outclassed from the jump.
Phillips: They're cheating.
Graves: They're winning.
Ranallo: While I certainly don't condone their methods, this exactly the tactics we've come to expect from the Tongan tandem. Guerilla warfare. It's ugly, but its not surprising.
Tama pulls Sami up of the canvas and slaps on a side headlock. Zayn counters and grabs his leg, hoists his opponent up and drops with a back suplex! The impact rattles Tama and gives Sami some much needed breathing room. He starts to crawl towards his corner, looking for that hot tag. Lynch leans over the ropes, stretching as far as she can to high-five her partner...
But Tama tags in Loa first, and the bigger brother runs in and catches Sami before he can tag out. In a stunning display of sheer, brute strength, he grabs Sami around the tummy, hoists, flips, and drops with a Gutwrench Powerbomb. Loa follows up with a cover...
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Sami gets his shoulder up in time! The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief. But it ain't over yet. Tanga crouches over the champ and grabs a leg, stretching it back with a nasty single-leg Boston crab. The half-crab? I don't know. He's yanking on that thing, though. Like he wants to pull it out of its socket. Legs definitely have sockets. Sami cries out in pain and claws desperately for a rope that's not even close to being within reach. He's in dire straits and the G.O.D. thug on top of him isn't about to let up. Becky, seeing how bad things are getting, starts a stomp going on the apron. A rhythmic pulse that the UWF Universe quickly picks up on, clapping in time with it while it accelerates. Somehow, this primal thudding of encouragement is exactly what Sami needs to here! The will to power! With a barbaric YAWP, Sami twists himself over and bucks Loa off!
Tanga stumbles clumsily to the side while Sami gets to his feet. The Tongan runs at him, but Sami ducks a lariat attempt and catches him on the drive-by with a neckbreaker! He drives the bigger man down hard into the unforgiving canvas and then rolls on him for a cover...
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Loa powers out at two! It may have no been a finisher, but the counter afforded Sami some time to try and get that tag again. Except his leg is pretty effed up now, so he's having a hard time being speedy about it. Loa isn't moving much either. That neckbreaker really took it out of him. Probably thanks to those four years in college football. CTE and sucks. Multiple concussions. I don't know. I'm not a doctor. But what I can tell you is that just as Sami is about to tag Becky in, Tama Tonga runs back into the ring and clobbers him from behind, whips him back into the G.O.D. corner and then drags his brother back that same way before tagging himself in. All the while the Ref and the crowd and Becky are trying to let him know that this is against the rules. But he just doesn't care. He just doesn't. He's a Bad Boy.
Phillips: This is unbelievable! They should be disqualified!
Graves: Desperate times, desperate means. The G.O.D. are doing exactly what it takes to win. That's what this tag team division needs. Ruthless aggression.
Ranallo: Certainly they've done enough for this match to be thrown out, but I know our champs don't want to win that way. Look at Lynch on the apron! She's practically frothing at the mouth to get in there!
It's true. Becky is irate, but looks bound and determined to show those Tongans what's what. But our heroes are honor-bound to play by the rules. So she's waiting on that tag. Tama, meanwhile, is stomping a mudhole in Sami for some time before the Ref finally pulls him away. He gives him a stern "if I have to tell you again..." so Tonga goes back to work on that leg. He grabs Sami by the ankle, lifts the leg up and then slams it back down on to the ring. Sami groans. It hurts. Tama does this again. And again. And again. And when he's had enough of that, he pulls Sami over to corner, slides out to the floor and then slams that leg against the turnbuckle! The Ref orders him to get back in the ring but the damage is done! Zayn is clutching his leg in agony while the fans are left to wonder is some serious, permanent damage hasn't been done.
Becky hops down to the floor and comes after Tama, but he slides under the ropes and back into the ring and puts his hands up defensively as if to say "I'm innocent!" But he isn't. He very isn't. Lynch glares daggers at him before heading back to her corner.
Meanwhile, Tama picks Zayn up off the mat and seats him up on the top of the turnbuckle in that same neutral corner. He climbs up to stand on the intersection of the middle ropes and then hooks his arm around Sami's neck. It looks like he's thinking Superplex. He tugs and leans back, aiming to end the match with a big move like that, but before he can execute, Sami counters, somehow musters the strength to lift Tama up and then drops him headfirst into the turnbuckle with a...
Ranallo:BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAH~!
Phillips: And just like that, Sami Zayn is back in this thing!
Tama crumples down in a heap. Sami forgoes a pin attempt as he sommersaults and then springs up to finally tag in Becky Lynch! The crowd explodes as the Lass Kicker enters the match for the first time! She heads for Tama but Loa runs in to intercept her. She nails him with a dropkick. They both jump back up their feet so she hits another! She gets up again while Loa uses the ropes to pull himself to a standing base and the BOOM! she knocks him over the top rope with a clothesline! The fans are cheering their faces off but then OH NO! Tama grabs from behind with the roll-up....
Ranallo: He's gonna steal it!
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Graves: G.O.D. takes the win!
2...
Lynch kicks out at two, then rolls and cradles Tama for a pin attempt of her own...
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Tama sneaks his way out of that and catches Becky with a quick reversal into a crucifix pin...
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Becky gets out just in the nick of time! She scrambles to her feet and Tama tries to catch her on the way up with a Gun Stun, but she shoves him off, spins him around, grabs him and hits a nasty Bex-plex! Bexploder? I don't know what they're calling it these days. She hits the heck out of it though! As she's going for the cover, Loa jumps back on to the apron and is about to interfere when Zayn runs over and blasts him with a Helluva Kick! Back over there, Becky finally gets around to making that cover...
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Tama takes that last gutsy burst of energy you'd normally use to kick out to shoot out his hand and catch the ropes. The Official has no choice but to break up the count! Becky didn't see it though, so she's just not having that nonsense. She gets all up in the Ref's face to ask him just what the heck he's thinking. By the time he explains it, Tama has crept back up to his feet behind here. He's looking worse for wear, but he's got The Man lined up right where he wants her.
Ranallo: Uh-oh... Becky had better watch her six!
Graves: Never turn your back on the G.O.D.
Corey's right. When Lynch turns around again, Tama pounces to hit the Gun Stun! But Becky counters, catches an arm and tries to wrestle him down for the Disarm-her! Tama pulls away, and he's knocked off balance from the tug-o-war. Becky catches him with a running dropkick that knocks him over the ropes and to the floor, right next to his brother! Before you can say "Jack Russel Terrier", Sami runs up from behind, Tope Con Hilo's right over those ropes and lands the Tongans! KASPLAT! Let the bodies hit the floor!
Becky slides out of the ring to help her partner to his feet. The duo shares a celebratory fist bump and Lynch is just about to toss Tama back into the ring for the finish when, get this, Samoa Joe comes outta nowhere, hops the guardrail and blasts Sami in the back of the head with a steal chair shot. He stole it from a fan! Despicable! Becky drops Tama and runs at Joe, but she takes a chair shot for her troubles. The Ref calls for the bell cause this one's over!
DING DING
YOUR WINNERS BY DISQUALIF -
Chimel gets knocked over by Joe before he can get the word out of his perfect mouth. The Samoan Submission Machine pulls his comrades to their feets and then tells them to get the champs back in the ring. The Tongans roll the lifeless husks of Lynch and Zayn under the bottom rope and climb in after them. Joe follows suit, leaving the dented chair on the outside. He prefers to settle things with bare hands.
Phillips: Lynch and Zayn had this match won fair and square!
Graves: They still won, you moron. But sometimes winning isn't winning.
Ranallo: A sad but true sentiment, Corey. It looks the Gangdom of Destruction is going to live up to their name all over again.
Becky and Sami are trying to get to a vertical base while the Polynesian pugilists hover like vultures. The crowd are booing them. They don't live this. But who's gonna stand in their way? The G.O.D. are a force of friggin nature, and a storm's blowing through town, baby. They move in for the kill -
WOLFPAC IN DA HOUUUUUUUUSE!
Graves: What the hell is this?
Phillips: The former champs are out and it looks like they've got some bad intentions.
Ranallo: I'm not so sure they're out here to lend a helping hand...
Hall and Nash come marching down the ramp, chairs in hand and it looks like they mean business. Joe's boys are still looking a little roughed up. He looks at The Outsiders, then at his crew, and decides to live to fight another day. The G.O.D. bails out of the ring and hops the apron, heading out of the arena without ever looking back. Hall and Nash climb the apron and step over the top rope, flexing that height advantage. They look down at Becky and Sami, who are just finally getting up. Hall raises his chair like a baseball bat while Nash eyes the new champs like they're a slab of meat and he's like... I dunno... a wolf? Yeah. A wolf. A big ol', hungry ol', wild o' nature dog who loves to eat slabs of meat. With a chair. The crowd are hushed silent, not at all thrilled to see the beloved champs take another beatdown.
Nash goes to swing his chair at Becky's dome... and then drops it. Hall does the same with Sami. The chairs clang and rattle down on the canvas. Hall and Nash give one last lingering, curious stare at the team that took their titles before turn around and leaving the ring, their music still playing over the PA as they go. The crowd pops for the Wolfpac boys and the surprising show of mercy, while Zayn and Lynch watch them leave, not so sure what to make of it.
Graves: I have no idea what we just witnessed. Not a clue. It boggles my mind.
Phillips: This is not the nWo we've gotten used to for the past four months.
Ranallo: No, this is something else. This is the Wolfpac.
Phillips: Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch dodged a bullet there, but I don't think we've seen the last of these two teams in the ring together.
Graves: I'm sure we can expect some retaliation from the G.O.D., too. Those are not the guys you want to cross, mark my words.
Hall and Nash disappear to the back and Sami and Becky collect their title belts before following suite. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The feed cuts to the commentary team listening closely to their headsets.
Mauro: Wait a minute...
He looks up at the camera to address the audience.
Mauro: We are getting word that we have exclusive footage from backstage at Wrestlemania 8 involving a confrontation between both members of the New Sumerian Death Squad. Let's take a look.
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The feed then cuts to a footage of Charly Charuso walking backstage with a microphone, most likely for some sort of interview. The only noise is the deafening roar of the crowd muffled by the walls around them. She breaks the silence.
Charly: Hello everybody, Charly Charuso here, we're hoping to get an exclusive interview with a superstar who made quite an impression here toni-
She's cut off mid-sentence as an almost primal yell rings throughout the hall followed by a loud thud. The cameraman and Charly quickly turn around and run back down the hall, observing from behind a corner. The source of this noise is none other than Aleister Black sitting down in a chair in gorilla position, hair clenched in his hands. He smacks the table he's sitting at with his hand yet again, which is what presumably caused the previous thud. In front of him is a TV monitor, displaying The New Day celebrating their Wrestlemania Rumble victory. Moments later, WALTER bursts through the curtain, drenched in sweat, towel around his neck. Aleister sees this and promptly gets up out of his chair.
Aleister: What the hell was that? I told them you were going to win the rumble, and what did you do? You lost!
WALTER: There were three of them- I- I was busy dealing with Big Show and-
Aleister: And what?! And you lost. That's all. I had it planned out. We both win our matches, and we get some big opportunity from that corporate idiot Carter. And now after this, I'm probably going to get some throwaway exhibition match, and you're not even gonna get booked.
WALTER: Did you see the amount of people?! Yeah?! They were all focused on ME. What the hell was I supposed to do?
Aleister: You were supposed to eliminate them all, WALTER, like you said! There were multiple people against me in my match, and guess what? I beat them. And you… you eliminated two people?
WALTER: THREE.
Aleister: IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU ELIMINATED, YOU STILL LOST.
WALTER has enough of this shouting match and instead goes for a more direct approach, grabbing him by the throat and staring directly at him with a killer gaze.
Aleister: I hold your career in this company in the palm of my hand, WALTER. In one moment, I could send you packing. Do you want me to utterly annihilate you?
WALTER lets go of him, but doesn't stop staring through him with eyes like daggers.
Aleister: Good. Don't ever touch me again, or you can say goodbye to the bright lights and hello to wrestling in bingo halls back in Austria for crowds of fifty people. That is, if you still are wrestling and aren't going on the operating table in a coma. Got that? Now I want you to win your next match, and this time it better not be by count-out or DQ. If you don't, there might be more… severe consequences. Now get out of my sight.
WALTER: Don't talk to me like that ever again.
Aleister ignores him and walks away towards the camera. Charly sees the opportunity for an unplanned interview and goes for it and she shoots.. and she..!
Charly: A-Aleister, what was that all about. Is this a sign.. of a rift in the New Sumerian-
Aleister: This isn't a sign of anything. Get that fucking camera out of my face.
And she doesn't score. Aleister pushes past her and pushes the camera away from him. The camera catches a mere glimpse of him walking away before he turns a corner and disappears. The camera turns back to the ultimate babyface in interviews, Charly Charuso, yet again left in silent shock, her interviewee having left. She looks back at the camera.
Charly: Uh…
She ends that thought before it even starts and sighs in frustration towards Black leaving and more importantly confusion at the current status of Aleister's team, lowering her microphone to her side. The feed slowly fades out, as Revolution heads elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”WEEEELLLLLL,
WELL IT’S THE BIG SHOW!”
As a theme that, until recently, hasn’t been heard in the UWF in quite some time begins to play the fans are ecstatic as the “World’s Largest Athlete” makes his way through the curtain and begins making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Salisbury, Maryland. Weighing in at five hundred pounds. The Big Show!
Show enters the ring and raises his massive arm to the sky with a dominant roar as the fans cheer.
Tony Chimel: And Introducing his opponent...
Dropkick Murphy’s “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” begins to blare through the arena’s speakers, as do a series of cheers from the audience in attendance. From behind the curtain emerges the Boston Butcher himself, Oney Lorcan, who marches briskly down the ramp with a ‘Number One’ hand gesture in the air, determination, and aggression written on his face and traced in every step he takes.
Tony Chimel: “Making his way to the ring, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 200 pounds, ONEY LORCAN!”
Reaching ringside, Oney slaps a few hands of the fan’s hands as they extend themselves, and hops up onto the ring apron. A modest “OH-NEY RULES” chant breaks out, as he throws up a big ‘Number One’ hand sign on the middle turnbuckle, before hopping back down and stepping through the ring ropes. Oney performs the same gesture again, this time to the audience as he wildly throws himself at the ring ropes.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Oney is quick on the offensive, immediately charging Show and dropkicking right in that big, hairy chest of his! but Show just shakes it off with a smile! Oney takes this as an invite to dish out more punishment cause he rules like that and starts blasting him with European uppercuts which a first don't affect the giant but after like shit ton of them Show staggers back into the corner but Oney doesn't stop the onslaught and instead just adds chops and forearms to the party! ain't no party as an uppercut-chop-forearm party cause an uppercut-chop-forearm party never stops! except this one does, Oney stopped the barrage for a sec to lay out a scream of pure adrenalin which gave Show the window he needed to nail Lorcan with a chop of his own! an overhead one that almost rips Oney's ribcage in half and Oney is paralyzed for a second from the pain but almost immediately he lays out another scream before coming back to Show with huge forearms and after only like 28 or so Show falls to a seated position in the corner!
Mauro Ranallo: Oney did it! he dropped the giant!!
Tom Phillips: Oney doesn't just rule, he also rocks!
Corey Graves: I'll rock you with a punch if you continue spewing nonsense, Oney doesn't rule nor does he rock, the only r he is is rubbish.
Tom Phillips: Oh so you're British now?
Corey Graves: I'm sophisticated Phillips, you should try that once.
now that Show's seated Oney takes a few steps back into the middle of the ring where he raises the number one hand gesture before charging Show and STIFFING him with a dropkick! Show slowly rolls out of the corner and Oney soon follows him to hook both of his legs in a pin
1...
NO!
Show simply moved his feet which threw Oney off of him! they both quickly get back to their feet and Oney again charges Show, only this time Show charges him too and when they collide he sends him flying halfway across the ring! the show of brute strength he just did combined with the image of Lorcan's body on the floor brings a smile to Show's face and with that smile still on he picks up Lorcan, hoists him up onto his shoulders and runs around the ring with him before dropping him with the Powerslam! Show simply presses himself on Lorcan's chest as he's sure he has the match won
1...
tw...
NO!
Show grabs Lorcan by his head and brings him back up to a vertical base. Lorcan tries to fight back with some shots to the midsection but a headbutt by Big Show stops all fighting. He grabs Lorcan's head and tosses him into the corner. He pushes his head far back and puts his free hand's finger to his lips, telling the crowd to shush. He then comes down with a big overhand chop that makes the people in the crowd wince from the pain. Lorcan unfortunately is the one who has to feel it, and there's an immediate red mark on his chest. Oney falls to his knees but Big Show ain't done just yet. He picks him back up and tries for the same thing once more, pushes Oney's head back and lifting his other hand but when he comes down. Lorcan is able to move out of the way and the giant's hand smacks the top turnbuckle. Big Show shakes his hand, trying to get some feeling back as Oney runs to the ropes. Show sees this and decides to meet him in the middle, cutting him in half with a spear! He then goes for the cover
1 . . .
2 . . .
Lorcan gets the shoulder up!
Corey Graves: How on earth did he kick out of that? He got damn near folded in half!
Tom Phillips: Oney has a never say die attitude. He's not going to quit unless you break his body.
Corey Graves: Well luckily for the Big Show, there's no better man to break someone down.
Show looks down at Lorcan giving a little nod and being slightly impressed but he figures now it's time to end it. He reaches down and grabs Lorcan by the throat. In one swift motion, he hoists him all the way up in the air! Oney realizes the danger he's in and comes to life, slamming his fists down onto Show's arm to fold it in half and land on his feet. Show still has him by the throat but a few kicks to the gut followed by a european uppercut break the hold. Lorcan runs to the other side of the ring, trying to build some momentum but Big Show comes forward again, going for another spear! Lorcan telegraphs this though and hangs onto the ropes to stop himself as Big Show falls to the mat from the missed spear. He tries to hurry back to his feet but Lorcan runs over, flipping over him and hitting a blockbuster! Lorcan quickly climbs on top of him for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Show kicks out and shoves Lorcan with such force that he ends up landing on his feet! Lorcan goes wide eyes but stays on the attack. Big Show sits up but Oney comes off the ropes and goes for a kick except Show catches his foot. Hobbling on one foot, Oney is at Show's mercy as he gets back up and brings in Lorcan for a clothesline! Not yet done with the Bostonian, He picks him up but keeps him leaned back in a tilted angle. Show then lifts up his leg and places it over his chest before dropping down with a leg drop, crushing Lorcan beneath him. He stays sitting there as the ref makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Lorcan kicks out at 2! Any sort of respect he had for Lorcan kicking out of his earlier spear is now pure hatred. Show wants to end things now and so he gets back to his feet and calls for the WMD. He cocks it to the side and waits as Oney starts to come to, using the ropes to help him get to his feet.
Corey Graves: I'll admit, he put up a good fight but this match is over. Big Show is about to send a message to Aleister Black.
Mauro Ranallo: Don't count him out just yet, Oney is resourceful and you can bet he scouted Big Show enough to know what's coming.
It's like Mauro can read minds as when Lorcan turns around, big Show moves in for the WMD but Oney catches his arm and hangs upside down on it in an armbar! Normally his opponent would flip over but with someone as large as the Big Show, it only brings him down to one knee. Bad news for Lorcan as Show is able to power up and lift Lorcan up off the mat. Big Show tries to get him up for a powerbomb of sorts but Lorcan is quick to drop down and let go to land on his feet. He backs into the corner and Show comes running at him. He's able to get the elbow up and stop Show in his tracks before pulling himself up to the middle rope. He's about to launch off when Show chops him hard in the chest. He then grabs Lorcan by the head and simply tosses him all the way to out the floor!
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia!
Tom Phillips: Did you see the way he landed?
Corey Graves: Big Show just shot him out like a canon and there was no safety net for him to fall.
Not satisfied with stopping there, Big Show leaves the ring and goes on the attack. He wants to send Aleister Black a message and so he grabs the mangled body of Lorcan and throws him into the barricade! Some fans in the front row boo the excessive display but a quick raise of the fist from the Giant makes them flinch. Show is all smiles as Oney tries to crawl away to safety. Show comes over and stands on Oney's foot not letting him get away as he cries out in pain. Show bends down to pick him up and places him over the barricade, giving the front row fans an extra good look as he chops the bajeezus out of Lorcan. The ref's count has reached 5 but Show wants to dish out a little morn punishment. lifts him high over his head in a military press but Lorcan rakes at his eyes and falls behind him, blinding the giant!
Big Show covers his eyes but tries to swing away at Lorcan anyways. Oney runs over and dropkicks him causing Show to go stumbling over to the time keepers area. Lorcan then runs full speed, throwing his body and barreling into Show as he crashes into the chairs! The ref has reached a count of 8 as Lorcan runs back into the ring. Show tries getting to his feet but still can't quite see. He got his hands out, trying to feel where he's at but by the time he touches the apron, the count has reached 10 and the ref calls for the bell!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by count out, Oney Lorcan!
Big Show slams his fist into the mat in anger, He walks along the barricade and heads to the back while rubbing his eyes. Oney Lorcan, after the match, drops between the ropes and slides to the outside. He orders one of the ringside technicians to hand him a microphone in an intimidating fashion, and they do so quickly, to hopefully not upset the Boston Butcher. Oney grabs it, and slides back into the ring where he begins to pace back and forth in circles, breathing heavily as he speaks from his hard fought contest—
Oney Lorcan: “I told you, Big Show, that if you took me lightly, you wouldn’t be walking out of here with the win. And, look who was right. I wish it could’ve ended differently, with one of us on our backs, and our faces bloodied from the fight we gave, and a good ol’ pinfall victory. Unfortunately, it didn’t play out that way. But, that’s just how it goes sometimes, because we work in a dangerous and unpredictable profession. You put up a good fight anyway, Show, so let’s hear it for the big man:”
Oney prompts the crowd to give Big Show a pop for his efforts tonight, and they deliver as requested by giving him a modest bout of cheers. Oney continues.
Oney Lorcan: “With that said, as I just showed just you all, I’ll fight anyone. It doesn’t matter how big you are, how strong you are, how fast you are, or how smart you are; I relish the challenge you’ll bring regardless, because fighting and pushing through the pain are what I do best. I’m always up to the task, and my fighting spirit knows no end. I’m leaving this ring now, so until next week, just remember: ONEY RULES.”
Oney drops his microphone in the middle of the ring. He's about to leave when...
Lorcan’s joy at victory suddenly turns to confusion as “Morning Glory” by Oasis starts to play, indicating the arrival of Noam Dar. A few seconds later and a focussed Dar does indeed appear with a microphone to hand, but instead of making his way down to the ring, Dar begins to speak whilst remaining in his comfort zone at the top of the ramp.
Noam Dar
Is that it? Is the match over? Aw thank god for that I was bored oot my nut man! See this right here ladies and gentlemen, is the prime example of UWF false advertising at its finest! At Wrestlemania, these two losers went at it like a pair of wild dugs in that Rumble match, it was a slugfest that really caught the eye. But tonight, instead ae keepin’ the incredible momentum goin’, they threw it all away wae a borefest instead! But it seems like you lot here tonight all really enjoyed it anyway, but that’s just because yer all a bunch ae clueless simpletons wae nae standards!
Hostile jeers ring out from the crowd following Dar’s inaccurate jab, but The Scottish Supernova shrugs it off like it’s nothing and instead turns his attention towards a now ticked off looking Lorcan in the ring.
Noam Dar
Now Tony, or is it Lonely? Whatever yer stupid name is, I'd say congratulations on the victory my man, but considerin' ye couldnae' even get the pin or make him tap, I'm no givin' ye any kind ae praise, because yer just nae worthy ae it! But as I’m a nice guy, what I will give ye is some good solid advice, and that's tae pay close attention tae my match the night against so-called ‘bad boy’ Joey Janela, because that’s gonnae’ be the pin up example in wrestling masterclass that you can only dream of emulating. So be sure tae stay tuned ya dafty, The Dar Wars begin tonight!
Dar then aims a cheeky wink at Lorcan who is clearly unimpressed by all of this, but before he has a chance to retort, Dar’s music starts up once again to play him off as the camera begins to fade out into another part of the arena.
INT. BACKSTAGE - NIGHT
Renee Young: Please welcome my guest at this time, Y2J Chris Jericho.
On cue, the aforementioned self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time enters the scene.
Chris Jericho: Sorry about last time, Renee. I kinda feel bad for not letting you ask a question before I took your mic away.
Renee Young: It’s alright Chris. Happens all the time. I would like to get your thoughts on tonight’s Highlight Ree-
Chris Jericho: The Highlight Reel, Renee. You can’t forget the The.
Renee Young: Alright, The Highlight Reel. Can you talk a little bit about tonight’s The Highlight Reel?
Chris Jericho: I would love to Renee. See, it was all going smoothly, perfectly fine, according to plan. I set everything up, I hype up my guest, and then Samoa Joe of all people comes waltzing on in. He didn’t even bother saying anything for a good while and by the time he finally opened his mouth, he trash talked my guest and made a mockery of my show.
Renee Young: And then Aleister Black and Big Show crashed the party.
Chris Jericho: Renee, I know you aren’t invited to many parties, but even you should know you can’t crash a party you’re invited to, and Aleister was invited. Show on the other hand, wasn’t, but Aleister was whining for competition so I think he and WALTER got what was coming to them.
Renee Young: So, Big Show was fine coming in. Gotcha. It seemed like you and Aleister were…
Chris Jericho: As long as Aleister keeps dodging real challenges like me or Michael, I’m not going to waste my breath on him. Now, Joe on the other hand, that guy’s an issue.
Renee Young: Could you elaborate on that a bit?
Chris Jericho: Well obviously Renee. Duh. I know you’ve done interviews before. You know I can’t just say something like that without explaining it.
Renee Young: My mistake. Continue.
Chris Jericho: Well now I’ve forgotten what I was going to say.
Renee Young: You were talking about Samoa Joe.
Chris Jericho: Oh yeah. This man thinks he can wander onto the set of my show, badmouth my guest, and throw a fit that he wasn’t good enough for that marquee spot. I’m not having any of that. And do you know what the worst part of all of this is, Renee?
Renee Young: What?
Chris Jericho: Well you have to at least guess. I’m not just going to straight up tell you.
Renee Young: Um… You didn’t like his suit color?
Chris Jericho: Okay, that was a terrible guess. I would rather you not even try at all than be that wrong.
Renee Young: What’s the answer then?
Chris Jericho: He walked out on me. He came in, whined about not being important, and left. He didn’t even have the decency to stick around when somebody stood up to him. He’s a coward, hiding behind those bastard twins. Or at least I assume they’re twins. They’re off-white and I can’t tell them apart, and in this line of work, that usually means twins. Either way you slice it, Joe came onto my show to embarrass me, disrespect me, and most of all, take my spotlight for himself.
Well, Joe, do you know what happens when somebody comes onto my segment, tries to embarrass me, disrespect me, and take my spotlight for himself? Huh? Do you know what happens?
Samoa Joe... YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!!!
Jericho scribbles down Joe’s name onto a brand new, The List of Jericho 2.0, now with more blanks for more entries.
They used to say I was cursed. Hell, I believed them. I’d come back to the company for two weeks, get my ass kicked, collect the check I came for, and hightail it outta here. Even while I was dominating the G1, opponents always questioned whether I’d “take another hiatus”. At the time, I wrote it off as them just not being able to accept the balance I had to keep up, between both of my professions and my personal life. But now, in hindsight, I get it. In a way, I was cursed, but I’ve long since broken that curse.
Now this? The new The List of Jericho? This is the new curse, but it's not aimed at me. The last time I carried this thing around, I brought it out for cheap pops and to get attention. Those days are long gone. This The List of Jericho means something. I don’t just write names to work on my penmanship, I write down the names of everybody who does me wrong, like Samoa Joe, so that down the line, he’ll get what’s coming to him.
Jericho reaches offscreen and returns with the original The List of Jericho, with the bottom-right corner missing from the rest of the glorified clipboard, which has suffered some burn damage.
Chris Jericho: I tried destroying this thing a year ago, but here it is, and now I have a new one to fulfill the purpose this piece of cardboard failed to realize. Let’s take a tour of the names on this version. “Steve Blackman, Matt Riddle, Bray Wyatt, Kurt Angle, Al Snow, Dolph Ziggler, a rare Dolph Ziggler fan, Dolph Ziggler again, Jimmy Uso, Aleister Black twice, Vampiro,” and a couple of scribbles. Out of that batch, how many guys are still kicking? Jimmy, Bray, and Aleister are around today, but only just now are they truly recovering from what I had done to them back in 2017.
Now I warn you, Joe. Watch your back, watch your front, watch every side, because you’ll never know when this curse will come back onto you. Don’t believe me?
Jericho tosses the original The List of Jericho aside and spins the new The List of Jericho around for the camera to see the name “Samoa Joe” in Jericho’s handwriting.
Chris Jericho: See for yourself. It’ll come your way soon, Joe. I. am. inevitab-.
Offscreen voice: Mr. Jericho?
Chris Jericho: Kinda in the middle of something.
Offscreen voice: Package for you.
The offscreen voice becomes onscreen hands, as the person becomes the deliverer of a box intended for Chris Jericho.
Chris Jericho: Weird. I don’t remember ordering anything.
Renee Young: Oh boy, it’s like one of those unboxing videos. I wonder what it is.
Chris Jericho: Are you in on this? Am I getting swerved?
Renee Young: Who, me? Pfftssshhhh, no. Wh- why would I do anything like that??? I mean, come on. Show some respect, Chris.
Chris Jericho: Well, I guess I can trust you, if only because you’re a fellow canuck.
Jericho slowly opens the box, reaches in, and pulls out a t-shirt. The side visible to the camera, the back side, has four names in descending order vertically: Ciampa, Gargano, Jericho, Mizanin. Renee looks as the front side of the t-shirt, puzzled by what she sees, while Chris freezes in his spot.
Renee Young: What is “The Heart Foundation”?
Chris Jericho: Nothing.
Renee Young: Blackheart, Rebelheart, Lionheart, and Awesomeheart? Chris, what does all this mean?
Chris Jericho: Absolutely nothing. There’s no significa-
Renee Young: Let me see the back of that.
Renee reaches into the box and grabs another t-shirt, reading the names on the back aloud.
Renee Young: Ciampa, Gargano, Jericho, Mizanin? You guys are gonna-
Chris Jericho: Were gonna, Renee.
Renee Young: And you ordered these ahead of-
Chris Jericho: Yep.
Renee Young: Oh, I’m so sorry Chris. I know how much this must suck to get just days after The Miz’s career-threatening injury.
Chris Jericho: Oh, no, it’s fine. Totally fine. It’s just another painful reminder that I can’t have anything good and all my friends are gone. Just your typical Wednesday evening for me.
Renee Young: Well if you ever need to talk about it, I’m always here to hel-
Chris Jericho: Renee, I think I’m done talking about things for the week. I just want to go home and enjoy what little I can of this wretched weekday.
Clearly deflated, Jericho tosses the t-shirt back into its box and walks off set, leaving Renee alone with the shirts.
Renee Young: Man, it’s unfortunate to see him like this. Hope he gets better soon.
Fin.
Revolution fades to the commentary team as they discuss the show.
Mauro Ranallo: So far, we've had an amazing show tonight, but finally, the Dream is going to come out to issue his open challenge!
The camera cuts to a graphic.
Corey Graves: GAH! I'M SO EXCITED! It can literally be anyone. Hell, it can even be you Phillips! Imagine it! The Dream kicking your butt? That'd be a sight to behold.
Tom Phillips: Rest assured that I'll will not be accepting any open challenge.
Corey Graves: OH come on, Phillips. You know everyone else in this audience wants to see you get your butt kicked!
Tom Phillips: Yes, but I don't-
Mauro Ranallo: Sssh, guys, here he comes now!
YOW!
The Dream’s voice hits the PA system as he comes out from gorilla position with his IC title around his waist. After an amazing win at Mania, he wants to address the UWF directly. He struts down to the ring as he does his flamboyant antics.
He gets into the ring and picks up a microphone. He looks to the crowd with a smile on his face as he receives his using "Velveteen" chants with a few boos here and there after he defeated the beloved Kaval. The crowd can't help but cheer the man as he is a beloved loveable neutral man. He waits for the chants to die down and goes to speak.
Velveteen Dream: And here the Dream stands before you, STILL your Intercontinental Champion.
The chants start again as the Dream smiles.
Velveteen Dream: Frankly, the Dream has defeated the best of the best. Whether it be on Resistance, where Drake Maverick would try to pry the European and Prime Time championship off of me, or Resistance, where EC3 tries pitting me against some of the best talent, the Dream always comes out on top in the end.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream may have had a bit of a rough patch recently, but now… Now the Velveteen Dream is right back where he is supposed to be, your dominating, fighting champion of the continents. How many times does the Dream needs to beat someone like Sweeney, or Kaval, or anyone else for that matter until EC3 gives the Dream some good challenges?
Velveteen Dream: It seems the Dream is getting too big for the UWF. I have brought all the eyes to this company, and to this title!
The Dream raises the title high in the air for everyone to see. He then lowers it and chucks it over his shoulder.
Velveteen Dream: You see, the Velveteen Dream Experience is getting too strong for anyone in this company to make an impact and take this title from me. That's why I'm out here tonight. The Dream is tired of EC3 lining up the challenges and I keep showing him why no one can touch the Velveteen Dream.
The Dream laughs with a sly smirk.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream wants to extend his hand to someone in the back who THINKS they can overcome the living God. Someone who THINKS they can go toe to toe to the Velveteen Dream at the upcoming PPV: Backlash! The Dream is offering this challenge to anyone who wants to prove the Dream can be defeated once and for all.
Velveteen Dream: Just know this, if you accept this challenge, the Dream will not go easy on you. So, who's the unlucky sap who wants to gain some credibility by ending the experience? If you want all eyes on you, to make a name for yourself, then come out here and accept the Velveteen Dream's challenge, and prove to the world you got what it takes to become a star. Don't waste the Dream's or these people time by coming out here, and not being to pry this belt from the Dream's hands at Backlash?
The Dream lays his belt on the floor facing towards the ramp. He waits eagerly when he hears a familiar theme song that brings a smile to his face. He's ready as he tells his future opponent to bring it with a hand gesture.
With no music, and definitely no fanfare, Minoru Suzuki comes out from the back. He waste little time in walking straight down to the ring.
He climbs in and takes the towel off his head, staring right into the eyes of the Dream. Dream smiles and goes to pose but Suzuki presses his forehead against Dreams, stopping any showboat behavior and instead letting him know it's time for business. Dream gets serious and the two men stand forehead to forehead. Dream starts talking, asking him if he wants a fight. Suzuki says nothing, instead backing away and looking down at the Intercontinental Championship. He smiles before shaking his head and leaving the ring. The fans boo as he walks all the way back yup the ramp and heads to the back. Dream is quick to raise the mic to speak once more.
Velveteen Dream: Oh, so you think you're too good for the Velveteen Dream, huh? You think you can just waltz out here and dismiss me as not worth your time, Suzuki? You think just because you beat Adrian Neville at Wrestlemania means you're above this title, above me? Well let the Velveteen Dream lay something down on you: the Dream can beat Neville any time of day, any place, any stipulation. Neville has nothing on the Velveteen Dream Experience. The Dream is miles, no, LEAGUES, better than him. So guess what Suzuki? You're not worth MY time. Go ahead and walk out, I'll just wait for someone who actually wants to prove something to come out.
The Velveteen Dream once again waits for someone else to come out after the disrespect by Suzuki.
The song “Guns of Brixton” by The Clash blasts into the arena echoing an iconic and it falls into practical darkness. The beat provides a steady rhythm and the crowd starts to stomp their feet to it slightly. It looks like one Adrian Neville is answering the call of the Velveteen Dream.
“When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun”
As the lyrics kick in Adrian Neville drifts through the curtain, methodically walking down the ramp staring down the Velveteen Dream in the ring, who is only showing shock and anger on his face. Adrian swings his microphone up to his mouth and stands still on the top of the ramp eyeing down the Velveteen Dream in the ring.
Adrian Neville: Did I hear that right? You can beat me any time of the day, any place, any stipulation? If that is so Velveteen Dream, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? In the back of your mind I know that you must still be a little sour of how I ruined yours and Marty’s moment at the Rumble, and well, you never really got that retribution did you? You never did.
While Minoru Suzuki may say that he’s above your title, that sure as hell doesn’t mean that I am. I took that bastard to the very limit that he could go, and well, it’s safe to say we’re both different people after that night. If I were to be frank with you, Dream, I don’t give a rat’s arse about Minoru Suzuki, I couldn’t care less if he rotted in hell.
One thing I do care about however, is adding that elegant, grand, prestigious championship around my waist. You’re a former European Champion, you’re a former Prime Time Champion. All belts that no longer exist, so as far as I’m concerned, the only thing of note lays right around your waist, and one thing that you have in common with being both the European and Prime Time Champion, is that you are the former.
When I get the opportunity to face you in the ring, then that’ll be the day you become a former Intercontinental Champion. To be honest Dream, I don’t hear you quivering in your boots as much as I’d like. I don’t. From what I’ve you’ve said, you’ve overlooked me as a stepping stone to making your reign the most important thing you can make it.
Adrian chuckles at the thought of the Velveteen Dream having some type of prestige, as that’s the key thing he’s lacked for so long.
A stepping stone so minor, that you’re apparently leagues better than me, eh? What a load of bollocks. If you were a whole league ahead of me, why were you wrestling in daylight hours at Wrestlemania, eh? Why was I the prelim to the main event? A singles match. Some nobody to get put before the main event, huh? The point is, Dream, I don’t give a rat’s arse if you think you’re this indestructible champion.
All things indestructible have their time of reckoning. They said the titanic was unsinkable, and look how far they got with that one. The next big show is Backlash right? I’ll see you there. The Velveteen Dream vs Adrian fucking Neville. And there will be only one man standing tall, and that is yours truly.
Neville’s music plays once more and he turns around heading to the back. The microphone falls onto the stage out of Adrian’s hand, not out of purpose, just out of pure disregard for it.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly is shown walking backstage. He's alive and well! The crowd pops for the Diabetic Loverboy's good condition. He walks up to a door and knocks on it. Twice. It swings open, and hey guess what? It's Dr. Chris Amann!
Doc: Oh hey Kyle! How's it going? You look a little under the weather. Let me grab ya some Z-Packs!
Kyle grabs him to stop him.
KO'R: No... no more Z-Packs. For the love of God. I'm just wondering if you have like... like I dunno... a status update on Larry? I think he blocked my phone number cause of the wedding thing. He was pretty mad about that. And then I was hurt and I missed Mania and now he's hurt and I just... I can't get a hold of him, so like I was wondering if you -
Doc: Oh man... Kyle... buddy... Larry died.
A heavy silence fills that concrete hallway the same way fog fills a morning on the open waters - where all vision of future direction is suffocated in a cloud of damp, dreadful, inescapable nearness.
Doc: But then he came back!
KO'R: What?
Doc: Yeah, they totally resuscitated him backstage. No problemos. Except he needed some pretty major surgery. And his chest is just so messed up. It was pretty gross. I really don't think they should have matches where the endgoal is murder, but hey, then again, if you guys weren't operating on the precipice of death and in constant need of patchwork medical attention, I'd be outta work, wouldn't I? Haha! Yep!
KO'R: So he's doing alright?
Doc: Alright? Nah. He's in terrible condition. Still in the ICU last I heard. He might never wrestle again. It's impossible to say. You'd need a crystal ball. I mean, sure, I could take like some kinda "guess" based on my own medical expertise and some looking into other cases like this, but guesses lead to law suits. That's why always say "slap a Z-Packs on that sucker and call me in the morning!" That way, the liability is on them.
KO'R: So you don't know when he'll be back?
Doc: Kyle, buddy, I don't even know IF he'll be back. So I guess that makes you a free man, huh? Lucky guy. Go enjoy your marriage. Or get some revenge. Or, I dunno, just do some wrestling. The world's your oyster! And if that oyster ever starts to hurt or cause any discomfort, I got just the thing!
KO'R: Is it -
Doc: It's Z-Packs.
KO'R: Great. Thanks Doc.
Chris shuts the door leaving Kyle all by himself in that lonely, cold hallway. The Diabetic Dragon isn't sure where he's going next, but Gord knows, he's going there. Revolution continues elsewhere.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...
As "Morning Glory" by Oasis blares out around the arena, the sold out crowd in attendance makes their displeasure known as Noam Dar takes to the stage. The Scottish Supernova stands arms crossed behind his back for a few seconds before kissing his left wrist and heading down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: "From Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at 178 pounds, he is The Scottish Supernova, Noam Dar!!"
Dar performs the calm motion with his right hand to hush up the crowd members near ringside who are giving him an unwelcome reception before climbing the apron and scaling the top turnbuckle to perform the crossed motion once again.
Dar then drops into the ring and undoes his jacket in preparation for the upcoming contest.
"PhotoVision" by Kavinsky bangs throughout the arena speakers as the fans in attendance begin to give their reaction to Joey Janela and Penelope Ford as they step out onto the stage. Janela wearing his usual leather jacket and Pit Viper sunglasses, Penelope in another rather revealing outfit. They embrace in a prolonged kiss before starting the march towards the ring. As he walks down the ramp, Joey spouts off all sorts of trash talk, even laughing at his own jokes.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Hazlet Township, New Jersey, he is accompanied by his girlfriend, The Bad Girl Penelope Ford, weighing in at 183 pounds! HE IS THE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD BOY! JOEY JANELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Janela and Penelope finally make it to the ring. Joey hops onto the apron, then helps Penelope up and into the ring. Joey walks around the ring talking even more trash before he finally meets Ms. Ford in the middle of the ring and begin to make out in the ring. This only lasts for a few seconds before Janela finally breaks away with a cocky grin on his face as he waits for his opponent.
DING! DING!
Some of the crowd start chanting “Bad Boy” as the bell rings, and Janela taunts the crowd telling them to speak up a little, antagonising them. The crowd realise that Janela is trying to do this and some of them start chanting “Supernova”. Dar then waves them off, and steps forward into the ring. He then turns to the crowd and waves his hand to the ground telling them to pipe down. The crowd not knowing who to root for then just starts booing.
Corey Graves: Very typical of the UWF Universe, so fickle and not being able to make up their mind who they want to root for. Whenever they don’t get what they want they throw all of their toys out of the pram.
Dar then throws a hand up in the air spread out looking for a Roman Knuckle Lock connecting up with Janela. At first there’s no reaction from Janela, but then he raises his hand up and steps forward to make it closer, he then goes to connect up with Dar’s hand but suddenly Dar’s hand swings out of the air and bops Joey around the cheek. Dar then brings his right wrist to his lips once, twice and three times, and then throws his hand behind his back. The crowd then boo him for not respecting this lock up.
Janela clutches his face from this punch, and then suddenly swings his whole body at Dar and then pulls him into a headlock position underneath his arm. Joey then tightens it in and then pulls a smile up on his face. He then hits to a knee to tighten in the hold more. One wrench, two wrench. Penelope Ford wacks the mat in support of her partner.
Mauro Ranallo: The Bad Boy is tightening that headlock in tight. Noam Dar might be in a bit of trouble considering this start into the match.
Corey Graves: Didn’t you just see what happened like a minute ago Mauro? Dar will capitalise when he wants to.
Dar pushes Janela slightly and he gains back fully up to a stable base. Dar then pushes Janela forward slightly and then Janela collides with the ropes, Dar uses the momentum of this to lift up Janela and swing him up and down to the mat with a massive belly to back suplex! Dar then throws his arm up to keep himself up, and rolls up to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Impressive agility from Noam Dar there to throw Janela over his head and make him connect with the mat that roughly.
Penelope immediately ducks her head into the ring in concern of her Bad Boy, but Dar notices she’s doing this and goes over to her, and leans over the top rope and blows her a kiss. Penelope then spits at Dar, and Janela rolls Dar up for the referee to count the fall on him.
One…
Dar kicks out quickly from the sudden rollup from Joey, and the two roll back out to their feet. Dar goes to sweep out the legs of Janela with a kick, but Joey jumps up and dodges the swing and then lands back on his feet. Janela spins around and kicks Dar in the midsection and then he ducks down to clutch his chest, as Janela looks off to the ropes with his arms in the air and a smile on his face.
Janela then runs to the ropes and makes connection with them with his back and runs back at Dar with a lot of momentum, and then boots Dar up, making him face him, and then spins around and lays out Dar with a spinning lariat, laying him out to the mat. Dar lays flat out and then Janela goes over to the corner where he charges Dar up.
Corey Graves: Janela has been dishing out a decent amount of offense here to Noam Dar, it’ll only last for so long.
Janela then runs up to Dar and swings for a superkick, but Dar stumbles back and grabs a hold of the leg, and then spins him around to where Janela meets the elbow of Noam Dar who swings it at him hard, making him limp over. Dar then bops the chest of Janela and then uppercuts the face of Janela back up, and he stumbles back into the corner.
Dar then pulls the head of Janela underneath his arm and then hooks the leg of him too. He then throws Janela’s arm overhead, and lifts him up in the air, and drops him down with a massive Fisherman’s Style Kneebar. Dar then rolls over and then hooks the leg of Joey Janela as the referee counts the fall.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! A brainbuster!
One…
Tw-
Janela kicks out at two from the pinfall attempt from Dar as Janela kicks out, Dar spins over onto a seated position and then pushes himself back up to his feet using his legs. Dar then circles the ring, pacing it slightly, and then goes back to Janela. Noam grabs the arm of Janela and then looks around at the crowd booing him, and he throws a kick at the head of Janela.
Corey Graves: There’s no point of booting the head of Joey Janela, it won’t cause any damage to his brain because he doesn’t have one!
Tom Phillips: Real funny Corey.
Dar then yanks the arm of Janela, and he begins to come up to his feet slightly. He then yanks his arm again, telling him to speed up, and he comes fully up to his feet. Dar then raises his right wrist up and kisses it once more. He then heads to the ropes and returns with a basement dropkick to Janela’s left leg.
Janela clutches onto this leg, as Dar slides back up to his feet, and then yanks the leg out of the hands of Janela, and then he twirls through and hits a massive dragon screw on his legs, and Janela grabs tight in on his legs. Noam then stomps the midsection of Janela down suddenly while he’s down on the mat, to make sure he stays put.
Corey Graves: Noam Dar has capitalised just like I said guys, never doubt my judgement dammit.
Noam then looks over at the top turnbuckle, and then stomps over there, and uses the ropes to spring himself up to the top rope position. He then squats down on the top rope, looking off into the ring. Janela gets back up to his feet, then Dar spins out and jumps onto the second rope, springing back at Janela with a springboard enziguri.
Dar immediately gets up onto his knees, slightly clutching his midsection from the impact he made with the mat from the Enziguri. He then gains some footing and then grabs Janela by the leg, and then he pulls him towards the ropes and then lets go of the leg to taunt the crowd, and they start booing him once more.
Tom Phillips: The crowd seems like they’re really not keen on either man in this matchup,
Janela starts using the ropes to help him get up to his feet, and then as soon as he gets up to a somewhat stable vertical base, Dar grabs Janela by the head in a suplex position, and lifts him up, and places him standing on the apron. Dar then takes a couple of steps back and then runs up and kicks the legs of Janela out from underneath him, sending him crashing face first on the apron.
Mauro Ranallo: Ouch, a rough landing for Joey Janela with that rough soccer kick to the legs of him from Noam Dar. I’ve noticed, this is heading to the outside, and that’s bad news for a guy like Joey around.
Joey stays still face forward on the apron, and Penelope checks up on him making sure that he’s alright. Dar then looks over the ropes and throws a faint kick to warn off Penelope off Joey. Noam then climbs through the ropes and then reaches forward for Joey to pull up, and yanks his head up to pull him up to his feet.
Joey gets fully up to his feet, but immediately throws a forearm at Noam, startling him back slightly. Joey then hits another forearm to the neck of Noam Dar. Joey then holds Noam by his neck and then looks around at the arena preparing for Janela to do something crazy. Joey then pulls Noam onto his shoulders and then drives him down onto the apron with a massive Death Valley Driver!
Tom Phillips: Everyone in attendance tonight just got up off their feet, that was insane! Dar’s neck might be folded in half!
Dar writhes in pain laying down on the apron, and then Janela throws up the apron covers and looks underneath for something. He then realises the referee is watching and calls over Penelope. He directs Penelope to distract the referee by whispering in her ear, and she goes to the ramp side of the apron, and jumps up and gets the attention of the referee.
Joey then lures out a chair from under the ring and tells the fans to be quiet about it. He then pulls out a table, and the fans start cheering loudly. Joey then snaps around at them almost blowing his cover like that, and then turns the table over. Joey then goes to pull both legs out, and Dar starts stirring around trying to get up.
Joey then immediately stops what he’s doing and grabs a hold of the chair he slid out underneath the ring, and then cracks it across the head of Dar, making sure that he’s not going anywhere. Dar then lays there motionless with his arms spread out completely and his legs dangling over the edge.
Mauro Ranallo: A bit overkill don’t you think? I think Noam Dar wouldn’t be going anywhere after that Death Valley Driver he gave him on the apron.
Janela turns over the table that has its legs fully extended now, and then slams on it to make sure that it’s stable enough for him to put Dar on. Janela drapes Dar over his shoulder and then rests him down across the table. Janela grabs the chair and give it a whack to dent it in for him to use.
Janela then climbs up onto the apron and welds his chair high, and suddenly Penelope looks over in shock, and this causes the referee to play attention over to Janela. Joey then runs up and delivers a running chair elbow drop on Dar, smashing him through the table. The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
There is a sudden confusion why the referee called for the bell, as this is not a tables match, and Noam and Joey haven’t even started getting counted out. The referee gets out of the ring and heads to the timekeeper and explains the reason.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via disqualification, Noam Dar!
The winner lays in a rubble of table and a chair scrapped on top of him. Janela is standing up, shouting his displeasure with how the referee disqualified him. Penelope then comes down to calm him down, but it’s not working. Joey then storms back to Noam Dar and picks up him by the head rolling him into the ring.
Corey Graves: Noam Dar may be the winner of this match, but he’s certainly not going to be the man walking out on top tonight.
Joey slides into the ring, and then puts Noam underneath his legs, and then tucks Noam’s legs up. Joey lifts him up and then slams him to the mat, spiking his head into the mat with the Package Piledriver! Noam falls down onto his stomach and fully spreads out, motionless from the impact.
Janela then pulls the arm of Noam in, and then raises him back up to his feet. Dar is completely limp and Janela has him in the Rainmaker position! Janela then pulls him through and lays out Dar with a massive Acid Rainmaker completely flattening Dar out.
Mauro Ranallo: That’s Jimmy Havoc’s move?! Why did Joey Janela use Jimmy Havoc’s Move?! What?!
Janela looks into the hardcam with a smile on his face. He may have lost, but the message has been sent. Noam rolls out of the ring clutching onto his head and neck. Joey Janela is coming for Jimmy Havoc, and he’s used Noam Dar as a perfect example for that.
The feed heads backstage where Renee Young is outside the trainer's room. Suddeny, Sami comes out all taped up.
Renee Young: Excuse me Sami, do you have any update on Becky after that brutal attack by the G.O.D.?
Sami Zayn: She's fine. She's tougher than me actually, They're just doing standard concussion protocol right now. She'll be out in a few minutes.
Renee Young: Well that's good to hear. Any thoughts on what happened between you guys and the nWo? It seemed like they were coming out for revenge but instead just chased the dogs off and left you.
Sami Zayn: Yeah I'm not sure what that was about. I don't know if they're expecting a thank you or something but I don't trust them. This is probably some game to them, trying to get inside our heads but we're not gonna fall for it. I know they want these championships back. I took everything form the nWo so for them to come out and help us, nah. Too good to be true. When we won these titles, we put targets on our back. G.O.D. hasn't heard that last of us and if the Outsiders want to get involved, they know where to find us.
Sami heads back into the trainer's room to wait for Becky as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The camera again goes backstage to catch El Desperado again walking somewhere unknown and again the cameraman stops him
The same rude cameraman: Hey El Desperado! over here! can you give us an explanation for what was the reasoning for denying Dream's challenge?
El Desperado again gets as close as he can to the camera but this time, he speaks in a calm, almost silent voice
Why would a god take a puny belt from a low-life human like the Dream? it is simply below him.
With that Despy steps away from the camera, a big smirk on his face as he continues his walk and the fed moves elsewhere
STAND IN THE BACK, THERE'S A HURRICANE COMIN' THROUGH!
Green lights begin flashing throughout the arena as the heroic music plays, with the world's greatest superhero, The Hurricane, comes out from the back! He stands atop the entrance ramp with his hands on his hips with his chest pumped up to look mighty. He swooshes along with his cape and slinks down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From The Hurricave, weighing 200 pounds, The Hurricane!
With a steady pace, the man in green rolls into the ring and climbs up the middle turnbuckle before striking his pose!
He leaps off the post and stands in the middle, once again hitting his iconic pose, before taking off his trust cape and handing it to one of the UWF ring crew, before waiting in the corner with nobility.
The lights fade to black as the beginning of Out of the Black by Royal Blood breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron. The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.
Aleister begins rising from the mist, stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister... Black!
He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner. Before the next man enters, he takes off his championship belt and hands it to an official outside.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Hurricane comes running at Black! Black quickly grabs the arm and works Hurricane down to his stomach. He starts laying in elbows into the head of Hurricane, and looks to start to take off the mask of Hurricane! Hurricane struggles to keep the mask on, and begins laying fists into Black’s head with his free hand! Black gives up, and both men get to their feet!
Mauro Ranallo: HE TRIED TO REVEAL THE IDENTITY OF HURRICANE!
Corey Graves: Come on, man! What disrespect!
Black comes running at Hurricane, but Hurricane lifts his hand up and tells Black to wait as he holds his head. Black, a bit confused, lets Hurricane play his little game. He points behind Black as in saying "What's over there!", Black humours him and looks. Hurricane tries to take advantage by hitting a sucker punch, but Black knew it was coming, as he ducks and hits a leg sweep. Hurricane falls on his butt and looks confused. "This evildoer is smarter and more evil than I thought!"
Mauro Ranallo: Hurricane trying to get the opening lead here tonight with what he thought was a good play.
Tom Phillips: It probably would've worked if he was fighting a toddler!
Black just stares down Hurricane as Hurricane gets back up to his feet without taking his gaze off him. Hurricane, now instead adjust his plans. He offers a test of strength for Black. Aleister thinks about it and ultimately decides to tie up. Both men lock hands, but this was a smart play by Hurricane, as he launches him into a variation of a monkey flip and Black lands on his back.
Mauro Ranallo: Hurricane trying to outsmart the "evildoer" Aleister Black here.
Hurricane still has grip of one of Black's hands and decides to get Black up and go for an Irish whip. Black comes rebounding off the ropes and gets caught with a dropkick. Hurricane then goes to target the legs, like any wise superhero would, and target Black's main weapon. He starts hitting stomps to the leg, before snapping the leg back to the head of Black's. Black holds his left leg in pain as he starts getting furious.
Hurricane is quite pleased with himself as he does his signature taunt towards the crowd as they cheer. But without paying attention to Aleister, Aleister tries to throws Hurricane out of the ring. Hurricane refuses grabs onto the ropes and lands on the apron! Black notices this and comes running at him, but gets caught by an Enziguri! Once Hurricane is back in the ring, Black comes running at him, but Hurricane grabs him by the throat! He’s looking for the Hurri-Chokeslam! Hurricane puts Black’s arm around his shoulder and lifts him up!
BUT NO! Black hops out of it and hits a big boot when Hurricane is facing his direction! Black gets Hurricane up and this time throws Hurricane out of the ring for a springboard! Hurricane gets to his feet and notices Black coming and flinches, and when he realises nothing happened, he opens his eyes to see Black sitting there in the middle of the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Black playing the mind games here!
Corey Graves: I don't know who's worst Black or Hurricane!
Tom Phillips: I like Hurricane.
Corey Graves: And…?
And, indeed, as Hurricane has made his way back into the ring. Black is still sitting there waiting for Hurricane to make a move. Hurricane goes for a soccer kick, and this is what Black wanted! Black grabs the leg and maneuvers into a heel hook! Hurricane seethes in pain. He's desperately trying to reach the ropes as the ref continuously asks if Hurricane wants to give up, but a hero never submits!
Hurricane begins to lay in fists to the left leg of Black, that was being attacked earlier, and Black decides to let go because the longer he holds the hold, the worse off they both would be. Both men struggle to their feet, but Black is up first. Black comes running in and goes for a Bicycle Knee Strike with the left knee.
Tom Phillips: Black's offense is with his feet. He's at a major disadvantage if his main weapons are taken out.
Corey Graves: Hurricane can at least be of some use and bring some justice to Black after what happened to q!
Hurricane got rocked as he bounces into a sitting position to hold his back. Black locks in a headlock on Hurricane trying to wear out his opponent. The ref is seeing if Hurricane wants to tap, but to no avail. Hurricane works his way to his feet thanks to the energy of the UWF universe. He starts to drive elbows into Black's gut. Black let's go and Hurricane stumbles over to the ropes. Black runs at him, but Hurricane catches him with a stun gun. Black bounces off the ropes and Hurricane hurries for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO KICKOUT AT 2!
Hurricane pounds the mat in frustration as he Hurri-wonders what he's going to do. He gets Black up and throws Black for an Irish whip. Hurricane comes off the ropes and Hurricane goes for a wild lariat! Black ducks underneath and springboards off the ropes for a springboard moonsault! Black drags Hurricane over to the corner and climbs to the top. He looks at Hurricane and goes for a double foot stomp! It connects and he covers!
ONE!
TWO!
NO, KICKOUT AT 2!
"Really?" Aleister asks at the ref. He gets to his feet and gets Hurricane up as well. He begins laying in forearms into the jaw of Hurricane. Then goes for a sidekick, but Hurricane catches it! He holds the leg promptly before hitting a dragon screw! Aleister rolls into the corner and Hurricane begins to lay in some more stomps to the left leg. He then gets Black up onto the second turnbuckle before hitting a nasty Superplex!
Mauro Ranallo: Both men getting more and more tired as this match progresses.
Tom Phillips: It can honestly go either way. Both men have been back and forth in this one.
Hurricane slowly gets to his feet as he begins landing elbows to the left knee. Each shot, Black grinds his teeth more and more. Hurricane tries to go for it again, but Black kicks Hurricane's leg out from under him, causing Hurricane to fall to a knee.
Black quickly hobbles to his feet and hits a baseball slide knee on Hurricane that sends Hurricane to roll out of the ring. Black, again, waits for Hurricane to get to his feet, but this time, he goes for a Tope Con Hilo!
BUT NO! Hurricane dodges out of the way! He gets Black up and whips him into the barricade! Aleister bounces hard off ring barrier, as Hurricane starts to regain control. He starts laying some nice knife edge chops into the chest of Black. He then throws Black’s arm over his shoulder and lifts him up and drops him knee first on the barricade with a gourdbuster!
Mauro Ranallo: OUCH!
Tom Phillips: Still targeting the legs of Black, and making sure Black won’t be walking home!
Corey Graves: He’s getting his just desserts.
Hurricane gets him up and rolls Black into the ring by the count of a 6 count from the referee. Hurricane then hops onto the top rope and points down at Black and goes for a body splash!
One!
Two!
KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF!
Hurricane doesn’t hesitate as he gets Black up and hits a big suplex! He rolls through and jumps up to hit a jumping DDT! Hurricane covers once again!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT AT TWO AND THREE FOURTHS!
Hurricane is going berserk as he looks at the ref in disbelief! He goes back to the leg of Aleister and starts laying stomps back to the leg. He then grabs both of the legs of Aleister Black. He turns him around the legs and locks him into a Clover Leaf!
Corey Graves: He’s really attacking those legs! He’s going to make Black pass out from the pain!
Mauro Ranallo: Black has too much resiliency to give up like this!
Black sneers in pain as he tries to reach the ropes. The ref is asking him if he wants to tap, but Black relents on giving up. Hurricane has the hold in tight, but it isn’t working! Black is able to get back onto his back and he pushes Hurricane back with his legs! Hurricane is up to his feet first, but Black is up very soon after. Hurricane comes running in for another strike, but Black catches his arm and hits a stiff ripcord elbow to the jaw of Hurricane! Hurricane is dazed as Black hits a combination strikes of elbows, fists, backhands, and kicks! He finishes it off the a side gut kick that sends Hurricane to the ground.
Hurricane drags himself up with the ropes, as Aleister was also regaining some composure, and feeling into his leg. Hurricane tiredly walks over to Black where Black goes for a spinning kitchen sink that sends Hurricane spinning! Black locks his arms around the waist of Hurricane and throws him back with a german suplex! But Hurricane with his Hurri-powers roll through with adrenaline and comes running at Black with the Hurricane Press!
Shot after shot to the head of Aleister, but Aleister gets sick of it and rolls Hurricane over and starts hitting fists to the head of Hurricane. He then swaps over to stiff forearms trying to make Hurricane go unconscious! Hurricane puts his hands over his face as Black lays in the shot.
The ref is out of view of Hurricane’s hands, so Hurricane hits an eye poke to Aleister! Aleister holds his face as he rolls off Hurricane. Hurricane scooches himself onto his feet as and when Black turns around Hurricane hits the calm before the storm! Hurricane rolls Black over into the cover!
ONE
TWO
THR-
KICKOUT AT TWO AND SEVEN EIGHTHS!
Mauro Ranallo: HOW IS ALEISTER STILL IN THIS!
Corey Graves: He’s a satanist! I bet he made a deal with the devil or something!
Tom Phillips: Do you sound how ridiculous you sound?
Corey Graves: We got a superhero and a satanist fighting in the ring and I’m the ridiculous one? Shut up, Phillips!
Hurricane can’t believe it! He slowly gets to his feet and gets Black up too! But in a last ditch effort, Black pushes Hurricane away and hits a shotgun dropkick which sends Hurricane into the corner. Black holds his left leg as he gets up and comes running in for the double knees! He drags Hurricane out of the corner and goes to the top rope where he goes to hit Hurricane with the Blood Moon Stomp!
Hurricane rolled out of the way causing Black hit the ring hard on his legs. He holds his leg as he gets up to meet Hurricane who’s also made it to his feet. There’s one final staredown between the two before they go into an all out brawl! Fisticuffs have commence and both lay fists into each other. Both men trying to gain the advantage to end the match here tonight. Hurricane looks to be getting the advantage, but Black starts coming back and pushes Hurricane off of him. Black goes for a jumping knee, but the right leg gives out! Black falls down as he holds the leg! The ref goes to check on him as he tells Hurricane to stay back.
Mauro Ranallo: Black’s leg just gave out!
Tom Phillips: Hurricane may win it here!
Corey Graves: Finally, justice to Black!
Black waves the ref off, as Hurricane edges closer. Hurricane exclaims “It ends now, evildoer!” As he grabs Black and sets him up for the Eye of the Storm! BUT NO! Black was playing possum as it was his left leg that was truly injured and pushes Hurricane off of him to hit the Black Mass! Black goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE’S YOUR WINNER… ALEISTER BLACK!
Black gets up onto his feet as he grabs his belt from the ref and gets his hand raised. He’s clearly angry about the leg thing, but celebrates his victory as it was a hard fought win. He raises the title in the air as Revolution rolls on!
The feed suddenly takes us to a dark room. The lighting is low. Then, there's a flash of color and a streak of something blurry whips across the frame. The camera pans, and when it comes to a halt, another burst of color heralds the arrival of a familiar face.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Yeah. I'm back. But you can all breathe easily, because after one thousand, five hundred and sixty-seven days I wouldn't expect you all to remember who I am. So allow me to reintroduce myself. I am the Interstellar Sultan of Sex Appeal. The Intergalactic Guru of Greatness. The Transdimensional Titan, the Universal Usurper, the First-Ever UWF King of the Ring. I am Johnny Morrison, and after 37,608 of your hours I have returned to this realm of existence in pursuit of the same things I was pursuing before my quest was cut so tragically short all those years ago: Spiritual Perfection.
Morrison pivots now, and the camera follows him. A trail of color follows in his wake as he shifts.
For the past few weeks, I have sought the man in charge. This week I found him — and boy, was I surprised. I don't remember much about Ethan Carter 3, aside from the fact that he and his buddy Johnny Curtis used to run around here bragging about how they were in the top percentile or whatever. Pfft. They were lame-ohs, even then. Couldn't touch the success Miz and I achieved in the tag team division, try as they might — and that was before I ascended to my current form. But I digress. Shocked as I was to see EC3 at the top, I can't really say it's hard to imagine. He always had a better head for the game than the ability to actually play it, and now he's proving it by not only keeping this company alive, but thriving.
Morrison pauses. He runs a hand through his hair. He shrugs, and then continues.
We had our differences then, but like him, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if it suits my own ends. And right now? Oh, it suits my own end. I came back, here and now, for a reason. After more than four years traversing the cosmos and elevating my mind and my spirit to a higher plane, I've come seeking the physical challenges to help me hone my already chiseled physique and perfect my combat ability. In my time away I've waged a cosmic crusade and destroyed countless interdimensional devils. Now it's time I turn my focus back to worldly pursuits. And it all begins with one man. A man with whom I'm keenly familiar. A man from my time here in the UWF.
Morrison winks.
That's enough hints. Take a wild guess. If you can't figure it out, you'll find out next week.
His piece spoken, Morrison raises his hand, brings his fingers together and snaps them, and then — seemingly — blinks out of existence. The feed moves along.
The camera cuts to outside a house. What could this be? The camera then cuts to inside, to a dog noise scurrying around. The cameraman walks in and then suddenly the dog runs up to the cameraman and jumps up to his leg. The camera flickers up and it’s none other than Marty Scurll!
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: What are you doing here?
Renee walks past the cameraman and into the scene, surprising Marty why she has decided to intrude his house when he was simply playing around with his dog.
Renee Young: The last time the UWF Universe saw you Marty, you were in jail. What has changed to allow you to be home now?
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: They’ve sent me home since my trial is quite a while away. They’re not going to keep me there until September. Still, get out of my house, this is my property!
The cameraman and Renee both get out of Marty’s house, as we have gained some new information. Marty isn’t at jail right now, and his trial is in September.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event! Introducing first...
’Demi-Gods’ hits and the Phenomenal AJ Styles comes out from the back. Styles walks up the ramp and he looks into the crowd. The fans give a mix reaction as Styles goes and he throws up the P1
Styles puts his hands down and he walks down the ramp. Styles is looking around as the crowd and he looking to get psyched up for the challenge in hand. AJ always loved hearing the emotion from the UWF Universe. Styles goes and he slides into the ring and than Tony Chimel begins to speak
Tony Chimel: Already in the ring from Gainseville, Georgia. The Phenomenal A...J....Styles
Styles follows what Chimel says and he spreads his arms out as a flux of pyro begins to shoot off from the stage. Styles smiles and he looks into the camera and starts to talk into it as it zoom closes too it. Styles begins to jump in the ring getting excited for the match to start.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The song “Guns of Brixton” by The Clash blasts into the arena echoing an iconic and it falls into practical darkness. The beat provides a steady rhythm and the crowd start to stomp their feet to it slightly. The British Bastard Adrian Neville is only near and awaiting his entrance into the arena.
“When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun”
As the lyrics kick in 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, 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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Styles goes on the offensive first as he throws a punch that Neville sidesteps. He delivers a kick straight to the abdomen then turns his back to Styles, grabbing the arm the punch was thrown with and wrenching it down across his shoulder. AJ winces and cries out in pain, trying to get his arm free but Adrian grabs the arm throws him over his shoulder and forward. Styles lands on his feet and goes for a Pele’ Kick but Neville gets his arms up to block it from connecting with his face and as AJ gets back to his feet, he throws a punch of his own.
Styles smacks his fist away with his arm and connects with a headbutt before launching into his trademark striking combination but as he goes for the Raging Lariat, Neville ducks under the arm and runs towards the ropes, turning and leaning into them with his back before launching himself forward as AJ cuts off what he was going for with a leg lariat to the abdomen that connects flush but as Neville leans forward due to the pain he’s in from the impact and the angle the strike connected, he’s able to flip onto his feet as he turns and kicks Styles in the kidneys.
AJ reacts to the pain with a brief cry as he turns to face Adrian who connects with a leg lariat of his own but Styles, much like Neville did a moment earlier, is able to flip onto his feet when he leans forward due to the pain he’s in from the impact and the angle the strike connected as he goes for another Pele’ Kick but Neville scouts it and grabs the ankles of his opponent, reversing into a modified Alabama Slam as Styles hits the mat with great impact.
Neville goes to stomp straight down between the sternum and abdomen but Styles rolls out of the way and kips up, throwing a kick back, the heel of his foot connecting with the kidney area. The two men pivot to face each other as Adrian charges his opponent but AJ’s uses his momentum against him to flapjack the former, “Man That Gravity Forgot” into the ropes as he lands throat first across the top and is sort of whipped to the mat holding his esophagus.
Tom Phillips: Oh no, the repercussions from that could be horrific!
Mauro Ranallo: Well when you go fast and furious, you take the risk of burning out into account.
Adrian massages his throat a few times before doing a kip up of his own as AJ is there coaxing him to lock up with him.
Corey Graves: Styles mocking Neville, suggesting they slow things down if he can’t keep up.
Neville and Styles lunge toward one another simultaneously as they lock-up in a collar-elbow tie-up. They’re evenly matched at first but as a result of both men continuing to push, the more muscular of the two, Neville, soon finds himself in control of the exchange as Styles’ feet are notably sliding across the mat, indicating just how hard he’s being pushed back. Neville transitions into a side headlock as he punches AJ in the top of the head repeatedly with his free hand to reduce the, “Phenomenal One”’s chances of getting free in a quick fashion.
Neville transitions again as he pivots around, briefly releasing AJ only to reapply the hold to the head with his opposite arm as he connects with a Snap Suplex, keeping his hold upon impact and floating over as he now has a knee to each side of his opponent as he brings his arms together and drops the points of both elbows into AJ’s face to stun him. As Neville raises back up, he grabs a handful of hair on the back of his opponent’s head and forces his head upward and forward as he starts laying into him with punch after punch.
After connecting with several punches, Neville connects with one more thrown with some extra gusto as he pulls down and back with the hand he has a handful of hair in so that AJ’s head hits the mat at the same time the punch connects. Neville stands up, kicking Styles in the side on the way up, then brings that leg over before kicking Styles in the other side and leaping up, driving both knees into the upper body.
Neville is back to his feet very quickly as Styles sits up holding his upper body in pain, a gritted teeth expression on his face as Neville grabs AJ’s hair and pulls upward, lunging forward with his other hand and locking his fingers around the throat once he’s pulled Styles up enough to do it, his thumb on the Adam’s Apple as he presses inward with his thumb.
Neville releases AJ’s hair and brings his arm down to palm the middle of Styles’ back as he leans forward a bit before throwing himself up and back as Styles, being held by the neck on both sides, is brought up and over somehow as Neville falls into a sort of cutter, Neville falling practically onto his back and AJ being dropped on the back of his neck across his opponent’s shoulder before ending up on his face after impact.
Tom Phillips: What was that?
Mauro Ranallo: I don’t know but I think maybe Styles is considering that he shouldn’t have mocked his opponent.
Corey Graves: I wouldn’t be so sure.
As Neville gets to his feet, AJ’s right there to meet him. Styles has his fists balled up and out in front of him at the ready as Adrian charges him but AJ shows it was a fake-out as he quickly turns and connects with a spinning backfist to the nose then he continues to turn so that he’s completely facing him again.
Styles pivots so that he’s standing beside Neville and takes him down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. After impact is made, both men go for a kip up at the same time and end up on their feet at the same exact moment, which pops the crowd. AJ throws an elbow to the side of Adrian’s head, rocking the jaw before grabbing him by the back of the head and whipping him toward the ropes.
Neville staggers forward and catches himself on the ropes as Styles charges after him but Adrian turns around in time to go low and send him up and over but AJ lands on the apron and grabs the rope so that as Neville turns around in the ring, he’s in position as Styles goes for a Phenomenal Forearm. As he does, Neville manages to kick AJ as he comes down at the same time he blocks the forearm as he sweeps the leg and brings Styles to the mat, effectively reversing into his submission move!
Tom Phillips: No way! No one’s ever reversed the Phenomenal Forearm!
Mauro Ranallo: Well we heard from the man himself that he’s no longer the “Black Rose”, so I don’t know what to call this now but it, of course, was formerly the Flowers of Eden
Corey Graves: Well whatever it’s called, it still hurts, that’s for sure!
After punishing Styles in the hold for a moment, Neville releases it and gets to his feet, smacking AJ in the back of the head and telling him to get up. Styles gets up angrily, holding one arm with the other, as Neville slaps him across the face and spits where he’s standing. As he spits, AJ kicks him in the stomach and pulls his head in between his legs, throwing his arms out to his sides in the traditional pose. Before Styles can go for the Styles Clash however, Adrian manages to get himself free as AJ’s lowering his arms from the pose as he connects with a European Uppercut that sends Styles staggering back a bit as he rests on the ropes.
AJ goes on the offensive again but as he charges, Neville returns the favor from earlier in the match and uses his momentum against him to flapjack him, but to the mat instead. As Adrian gets up from this, soon the crowd comes alive as the Intercontinental Champion suddenly starts walking down the ramp.
Tom Phillips: What’s Dream doing out here?
AJ sees this out of the corner of his eye as he’s getting up and heads over to the ropes, yelling at Dream that he needs to mind his own business. While irritated himself that Dream’s out there, Neville is angrier that Styles is ignoring him as he walks up and hits the, “Phenomenal One” with a Backstabber. As AJ lies prone on the mat, Adrian drags him so that he’s angled near the corner and then ascends the top turnbuckle, connecting with the Red Arrow! Neville goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Adrian Neville!
Byron Saxton
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time, Noam Dar
A few choruses of boos can be made out from the crowd as Dar slowly hobbles onto screen, with one hand covering his newly taped up ribs following the fall through the table in his match.
Byron Saxton
And Noam I guess I should say congratulations on the victory tonight, but it did of course come at great physical cost, what's your curr...
Dar immediately cuts Saxton off from finishing his question as despite being dazed from the match, he's noticed that someone isn't right.
Noam Dar
Haud up! You're no Scoops! Where's Scoops? When I signed my contract here one ae my top demands fae management was for all interviews wae me tae be conducted by Scoops McCallahan, and only Scoops McCallahan! So where the hell is she!?
Byron Saxton
Erm... I think she was unavailable at this time, my apologies.
Noam Dar
Naw that's no' good enough! I've only been in the door five minutes and already there's some right dodgy stuff goin' oan here in UWF! Nae Wrestlemania match, nae Scoops tae honor the agreed terms, I had tae sit and watch that clueless oaf Tony Lorcan scrape through a match wae Big Show, whoever thought that would make must-see TV needs tae have their heed examined! And now the icing oan the crap cake is that absolute roaster Janela breakin' the rules, puttin' me through a table, and quite possibly breaking most ae my ribs in the process. This isnae' entertainment! This place is a shambles man!
Byron Saxton
Well with that being said, what do you think is next for you here in UWF?
Noam Dar
I dinnae' ken, I'm no a magician pal! So far this journey has been the complete opposite ae what it's supposed tae be, and given how tonight turned out I'm in nae position tae be makin' any mare predictions. Besides you've already got more fae me than ye should have considerin' yer nae Scoops! We're done here, I need a rest!
A frustrated Dar then hobbles off screen whilst Saxton looks on in complete bemusement as Revolution continues.
Up on the Titantron dark gothic imagery begins to play with this song playing in the background
The scene switches to reveal Bray Wyatt sitting in a rocking chair in a old decrepit child's bedroom, holding a doll in his lap rocking back and forth
I warned them. I tried to guide them to the Promise Land oh yes I did. And how was I repaid, oh how as I repaid? I was rejected. I was cast away, I was forsaken! Everyone left my side, even my very own brothers. And then, and then they tried telling me to fall in line, to fit into their rules and regulations. They stifled me, they spat on me. And I realized all I have in this world, the only one I can trust... is you Sabrina.
The camera pans to the doll in Bray's lap
This is Sabrina, the vessel of Sister Abigail. She is the only one that stayed with me when the world rejected me.
The camera pans back to Bray who stares angrily
The World had rejected me. I came here to save you people! I came here with my sermon and but they rejected it! They have forsaken me. My name has been blasphemed. I came here as a just Messiah but now I see that was a mistake. Humanity is corrupted to the core and it falls to me to get rid of the vermin! I am done trying to be merciful, I am no longer here to save the sheep but to devour the flock! I have come to baptize the world in blood and fear. It is time for the world to suffer for its transgressions.
Bray stands up and grabs a canister of gasoline and pours it on his rocking chair. He lights a match and holds up to his eyes which have a crazed look to them. He speaks in just above a whisper.
Prepare...to incur the wrath of The Forsaken Messiah.
He drops the match on the chair setting it ablaze. He drops to his knees holding Sabrina, coddling it as if it were a child.
What's that Sabrina? What's that Sabrina?
Bray looks up at the camera once more
Destroy UWF?! Oh I plan on it!
The last thing the viewers hear before the camera fades to black is Bray's demented laughing
As the lights go out, a combination of instrumental sounds is heard over the PA system for several seconds before the titantron screen lights up with an image.
As the crowd reacts, the instrumental building, screaming vocals suddenly come in.
”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW
DOWWWNNNN!”
As the screaming prolongs and the instrumentation picks up, suddenly Vinny appears from the back with a red balloon in one hand, his axe on his hip, and the UWF Championship over his other shoulder as he heads towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the NEW UWF Champion, Vinny Marseglia!
Vinny steps up onto the apron, and releases the balloon as he leans back and seems to take in the fear in the air.
Vinny steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up and he motions for a microphone.
Vinny Marseglia: For those of you that are disappointed about what happened at Wrestlemania, you should know that the vitriol in your voices and the discontent on your faces is counterproductive because for me, your displeasure is not a deterrent, it’s sustenance. But there’s another reason taking protest isn’t going to bear you the fruit you want to eat and that’s because no matter how loudly you cry out for him, how passionately you hope in your heart of hearts, wish in your brains, or hold warmth in the pits of your stomachs: he will not come out here. That’s what you want is for Larry Sweeney to saunter out here, “Ahahahaha, those were paper cuts at Wrestlemania, ya schmuck!”, and set up the rematch of all rematches.
But again, that’s never going to materialize, because I didn’t just brutalize him and take everything there was to take but I stopped his heart. I made good on a promise, followed through on my word, and corrected a mistake from King of the Ring. As a result, anyone that wants to claim this seat at the peak of the mountain now has to go through me, and I have someone in mind.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as that familiar sadistic smile appears on Vinny’s face.
There’s someone in that locker room that has lust in his eyes for this championship and, had Wrestlemania gone differently, would be knocking on Sweeney’s door for another shot right now. Well I’m opening the door wide open right now, with a welcome mat and everything, inviting you to take the opportunity, Suzuki.
The crowd pops a bit for the mention of the brutalizing athlete.
But this isn’t charity or generosity. It’s not Vinny Marseglia turning over a new leaf and deciding come one, come all, title shots for everyone. Because this invitation to the proving ground isn’t me giving you a platform to showcase yourself on. Not in a positive light, anyway. You’ll be showcased but all that’s getting proven is that you aren’t an upper echelon kind of guy, sure, but more importantly than that, that you aren’t nearly as brutal or intimidating as you think you are and are certainly not more of either of those things than me.
The sadistic smile reappears as Vinny’s motioning with his free hand for Suzuki to come on out.
Despy: Well look who found himself some balls.
In the place of Minoru Suzuki comes out his spokesman, El Desperado, a man who isn't too keen on Vinny himself, he stays at the top of the ramp while addressing Vinny
And it is about time you found them, now you call someone out instead of crushing his wedding and attacking him when he's not prepared, good for you! what is not good for you is the person you chose to call out, out of everyone in the roster, you called out the UFC champion and lineal UWF heavyweight, Intercontinental and Television champion, a man that tears through everyone they put in front of him, a man with an iron chin and diamond fists, the man with the worst personality in the world, the master of torment and artist of inhumane, the king of pro wrestling, and the next UWF champion, Minoru Suzuki!
Despy bows down for his master as his signature song hits the PE system, while everyone's eyes are on the ramp they don't notice that Minoru has somehow appeared behind Vinny!
Suzuki gives Vinny a shivering stare and with a sadistic smile draped over his face, he grabs Vinny by the dreadlocks and pulls him right into a sleeper! Vinny immediately struggles to get out of the dangerous hold but Suzuki is like quicksand, the more you struggle the more fun he has and the more fun he has the quicker you go to sleep, the fans are speechless as Despy makes the walk down to the ring with a smug look on his face while Vinny finally stops resisting and his body goes limp, after a few moments Suzuki releases him and grabs Despy's mic
Minoru Suzuki: I will not kill you today for I need a toy for Backlash, but there, your soul and puny title are mine
Suzuki drops the mic and lifts his UFC title while stomping on the UWF championship, Despy opens up the Suzuki-Gun flags and stands besides him as the show closes with the sight of them standing tall over Marseglia's body.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Lorcan vs Show - Bodor/Danny
Hurricane vs Black - Max
G.O.D. vs Sami and Becky - Fauche
New Day vs Outsiders - Crann
Neville vs Styles - Dresden
Havco vs Sanada, Dar vs Janela - Semi
Confirmed for Backlash
UWF Championship
Vinny Marseglia(c) vs Minoru Suzuki
Intercontinental Championship
Velveteen Dream(c) vs Adrian Neville
