Post by Danny on Jun 20, 2019 6:11:46 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. We've got some big matches tonight and I for one am most excited to see Suzuki end Jericho's annoying pity party by putting him to sleep.
Tom Phillips: Jericho is a former UWF Champion so I don't think it'll be quite that easy but the match I'm most looking forward to is seeing who become the number one contender to the UWF Tag Team Championships. Will it be the New Day or the G.O.D.?
Mauro Ranallo: Well since we're talking our most anticipated matchups, I'm looking forward to seeing the re-debut of John Morrison. He certainly has a tough challenge in the UWF Champion. Talk about a debut opportunity.
Corey Graves: Plus we got a Hoss fight for the ages in Big Show vs WALTER but If there's one match I'm dreading, it has to be the Usos vs World Warriors, I don't know who I hate more!
Tom Phillips: Well The Hurricane will try to end his losing streak tonight against the Bad Boy but first, it's the re-debut and debut of two wrestlers. Let's head down to the ring to get the show started!
The lights go out in the arena and everyone is on edge. They suddenly come back on and Bray Wyatt is standing in the ring. He's got his classic outfit on and yells out for people to follow the buzzards until his opponent makes his entrance.
Red light filled the arena, white spotlights moved around the crowd as the letters "CCK" and the name "Chris Brookes" appeared on the main titantron.
As the drum fill ended, and in came the band in full, Chris Brookes walked out from the back, slowly strolling down the main stage, jamming out with an air guitar to compliment Jimi Hendrix's guitar skills as he walked down the ramp before stopping at the halfway mark, looking out to the crowd before puffing the collar of his signature leather jacket outward, before walking toward the ring, as he did, Tony Chimel began to announce his name, though everyone already knew it.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Tipton, England, UK, weighing in at 187 pounds. He is THE Calamari Catch King! Chris... Brookes!
Brookes would circle the ring, tagging a single fan as he passes by, he clambers up the apron nearest to the 2nd turnbuckle, turning around to face the crowd and the close-up camera. He hooks his arms onto the top ropes, leaning in at the camera, only stopped by the ropes.
Shortly after, he would pull himself back to the ropes, threading himself in between the top and middle ropes before running up to the turnbuckle on his side of the ring, standing up on the middle turnbuckle, tall, before sitting down and waiting for his opponent to get ready.
DING DING DING
Brookes hangs out in the corner, chillin' like nothing while Wyatt comes out and walks to the center of the ring. He opens his arms up wide and yells for Brooke to worship him. Chris just gives him a side eye and look to the crowd as if to say is he serious? While he has his back turned, Wyatt runs over and crushes him in the corner with a splash. Bray smiles as he turns him around and grabs hold, throwing him back with an overhead belly ob belly except Brookes manages to flip all the way through and land right on his feet! The crowd pops for the display of athleticism while Bray turns over onto his stomach and slithers to the corner with a smile on his face. He laughs, impressed as well but rises back up to a vertical base.
Mauro Ranallo: Chris Brookes looking cool as a cucumber here in his debut match.
Tom Phillips: We've seen Bray Wyatt come and go from UWF many times so it'll be interesting to see which version we get here tonight.
Bray runs at Brookes again except Chris is ready and waiting, this time tripping him up with a drop toe hold to make him fall flat on his face. Wyatt raises his head in pain but just like that, Brookes has already hit the ropes and comes back with a basement dropkick! Wyatt rolls to the ropes to get a breather, using them to help him get to his feet. The Calamari Catch King comes over to stay on the attack only to eat a back elbow for his troubles. He staggers backwards as Wyatt comes running at him once more. Brookes manages to duck a lariat attempt and Wyatt hits the ropes only to come back into a Yakuza kick by Brookes! Wyatt goes down like a sack of potatoes but Brookes isn't done there. He watches as Bray crawls over to the corner, using it to help him get to his feet. It looks like he has no idea where he's at and as soon as he turns around, he's met with another Yakuza Kick in the corner that makes him fall flat on his face. Brookes turns him over to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Brookes!
Mauro Ranallo: Well we certainly didn't get former World Heavyweight Champion Bray Wyatt tonight but who knows, maybe we got future UWF Champion Chris Brookes here tonight.
Corey Graves: Let's not get ahead of ourselves yet Mauro, the guy's good I'll give him that, but let's see how he does against a stronger opponent first.
Brookes gets his hand raised in the ring but he swipes it away, a little angry he didn't get better competition this week but satisfied with his win regardless as the show moves on...
The scene fades into ⅔ of the New Day in a car. They seem to be headed to the arena, it's Kofi and Woods!
Xavier Woods: Why is Big E meeting us there again? Where even is he?
Kofi Kingston: He said something about studying our opponents for tonight. Said he needed to study guerrillas.
Xavier Woods: Video call him real quick, we need to make sure he makes it to the arena on time.
Kofi grabs his phone and video calls Big E. After a few rings, Big E picks up, but he's outside where it's sunny out!
Xavier Woods: E, where are you? Why is it sunny out? Are you even in the vicinity?
Big E: No.
Big E's moves his camera out to reveal where he's at. He has a nice smile on his face.
Big E: I'm studying gorillas at the zoo. So, you know, we can be prepared for Gangdom of Destruction.
Kofi Kingston: E! THEY'RE NOT GORILLAS SPELLED G-O-R-I-L-L-A-S! They're Guerrillas spelled G-U-E-R-R-I-L-L-A-S!
Xavier face-palms in disbelief.
Xavier Woods: Where are you exactly?
Big E: I'm in Japan.
Xavier Woods: YOU WHAT?
Kofi Kingston: E, WE HAVE A MATCH IN 3 HOURS!
Big E: Don't worry! I had this all planned out, yall really need to have more faith in me. I was just about to leave before you guys called me. I got a private jet set-up and I'll be able to get there in no time!
Xavier Woods: E, this isn't a trip from California to New York by private jet, this is Japan to…
Big E: Exactly! The show is taking place in the city of nowhere. Meaning time bends to our will!
Xavier and Kofi look at each other in confusion before looking at a street sign. It reads "Nowhere St."
Kofi Kingston: Just get here in time, man.
Big E: With this opportunity? I wouldn't miss it for the world! You know I would never screw us out of anything this important. This is why I came here to Tokyo so I can study the gorillas!
Xavier Woods: Why Japan? Africa is the origin of gorillas!
Big E: I did all sorts of research and traveling on Gorillas. Just yesterday was a Gorillaz concert in London! I was in Africa a few days ago on a gorilla safari.
Kofi Kingston: Man, it's commitment, but you're researching the wrong Guerrillas.
Big E: Trust me, when I get there, just follow my lead and I'll show you how far my research has come!
E hangs up and the call ends. Kofi and Woods breathe a breath of anxiety.
Xavier Woods: E can really be something sometimes, but that's why we love him haha.
Xavier and Kofi begin talking strats because they don't expect Big E to make it on time.
The scene opens up to a window, The light shines through the window. You can see the top of a chair with a metal finish, Wall to wall stone, A unsettling noise is heard as the camera stays still, A sound of someone sitting down is heard off camera...
The camera begins to pan down, A familiar face is eventually shown as the camera finally stops, Centre of frame sits a Scottish Psychopath, Drew McIntyre with no emotion on his face, McIntrye looks directly down the camera almost into your soul as he begins to speak...
Drew McIntyre:
I am coming back with a vengeance, I walked away a few months ago, I had the ultimatum to leave or not to leave. I chose to leave to allow my injuries to heal and I have been thinking, I have done a lot of thinking, I look at the product how many guys from Resistance got lost within the shuffle, Men who would call themselves great men all fell from grace from the safe haven that was Resistance and couldn't finish what they had started. I learned of my injury at Royal Rumble which stopped me from competing, I was forced to take a step back and realize where my head was at, I had control and power of everyone around me but I let a snake talk his way into my corner. The snake who if I hadn't been so fortunately injured would of burned me. He is nothing to me now, I have realigned my focus right onto the men who I should of taken down in the first place, I lost vision of the target that these men have on their back and now I am zoning in, No matter who get's in my way...
Drew leans a little closer making a point of his next statement...
I was unpredictable, I was careless, I was hot headed... These are what caused me to lose control and losing control meant I lost the bigger picture. I was bested by the demon that laid dormant within the now current UWF Champion, Vinny Marseglia, I am the reason he had to elevate himself higher than he had ever been before, I awoke something that I had not seen in Marseglia since he was on Revolution he was getting lost in the shuffle on Resistance, Loss after loss until I awoke him. Rest assured I will not go blindly into the demon that is Marseglia, I know what I am getting myself into not fighting against a broken man not letting my presumptions get in my way. I gave Marseglia mercy he knows the feeling of being in the ring with Armageddon incarnate, He knows what it's like to be in the ring with a psychopath.
Drew leans back as he keeps a calm composure, He efficiently continues running down his thoughts to the audience...
Than there was Jeff Hardy who escaped my grasp and now faded into obscurity, I see a lot of men exactly like how Jeff was, Scraping by win some lose some, They barely get off the ground as they float around in obscurity. They wait for an opportunity to be handed to them, They wait for something anything unaware of the dangers that prey on them, Hardy got the quick one over me he did not win that match he escaped, I will brutalize anyone who gets in my way, I am going straight for the top, I am going right after the biggest target, Vinny Marseglia and all this men floating aimlessly will be my steps, I will walk over anyone and everyone. So next week why doesn't someone step up to feel the wrath of a psychopath, They will come to realize every moment in the ring with me will break their mind, body and soul. I am ready and anticipating the thrill of breaking my next victim...
McIntyre's expressionless face turns to that one of pleasure as he talks about brutalising his next victim....
The UWF feed moves on...
It cuts to a dark figure hunched over a table. It repeatedly hits the table with one fist while its faced is buried in its other hand. It shakily looks up to reveal that it is Aleister Black. He opens his mouth, hesitating for a bit, before speaking.
Aleister: This is it, huh? My associate gets a match against a little boy in a giant's body? And now it looks like he's gonna come for my title? Neville and Suzuki are getting shots at the two biggest titles? Two... proven losers? Aha-
He shakily leans forward in his chair to look at the camera, a hint of madness in his eyes.
Aleister: I want MORE, Carter. I... want... it all... I... DESERVE... it all... I NEED... more. MORE!
He leans back in his chair, going back to a calmer demeanor.
Aleister: I need more... from this company, Carter. I need it. You can hide your talent from me all you want. Eventually... I'll find them. And once I do... there will be no escape for them. So if you want the rest of your roster to ride out their contracts alive, give me more competition. GIVE ME... MORE. I'm done with the Hurricanes. I'm done with the Nevilles. I'm done with it all. I... need... more...
If you don't give me the opportunities I want, well... I will kill UWF. Not the company, no... I will kill all of the faces who were artificially placed at the top. I will kill all that the UWF stands for. I will kill the corporation. I will kill everything this company is based on. I will kill... it all. All you need to give me, Carter, is more opportunities....
Please?
Aleister begins laughing maniacally. He's said far less than usual, oddly enough. It fades out to shaky, white text on a black background
"6/19/19: KILL UWF"
An eye opens up at the top of the screen. The pupil dilates and un-dilates wildly and begins spinning around violently. Aleister's laughter can be heard in the background. Eventually, the eye stops, and centers itself, looking directly at the screen. Aleister's voice can be heard again, only it sounds... different.
Aleister: It all... ends... with me.
Revolution heads elsewhere.
Revolution fades into the ring with the Usos standing there and their music playing in the background.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first! The team of Jimmy and Jey USO… THE USOS!
Jimmy and Jey both raise their hands in the ring and the crowd pop. They go back to their corners and wait for their opponents.
the famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancinh and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make thier way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into thier Corner.
Tony Chimel: “And representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!
DING! DING! DING!
Jimmy and Grado start the match. Both men circle each other. They try locking up, but both men are cautious of one another. They finally lock up hands with a test of strength. Jimmy wins it at first, but Grado with his THICC muscles, begins to out power Jimmy down to his knees. The ref is asking if Jimmy wants to submit, but he doesn't!
He begins head-butting the abdomen of Grado causing Grado to loosen the grip a bit. The Uso is able to get a hand free and arm drags Grado across the ring. Grado quickly tags in Boar as he rolls to the apron. Boar comes running in for a lariat, but the Uso ducks underneath and knocks Grado off the apron. Jimmy turns around and runs in for a jumping lariat, but Grado ducks under the arm and grabs Jimmy midair and hits a Northern Light Suplex and bridges for the early cover!
ONE…
TW-
KICKOUT AT ONE!
Mauro Ranallo: Very impressive here tonight by both men in the ring here so far. No doubt this one should be a memorable one!
Corey Graves: Yes, the doofuses vs the goofballs… This will be one for the ages…
Tom Phillips: Do you always have to be so rude?
Corey Graves: If telling the truth is rude, then yes.
Boar didn't expect that to end the Uso so quick. He gets the Uso up, but Jimmy tries to fight with some stiff forearms to the jaw of Boar. He then whips him into the corner where Jey grabs hold of his arms to keep him still. Jimmy comes running in for a running elbow!
Boar falls to the ground and Jimmy tags in Jey. Jey climbs to the top rope and waits for Boar to get up to go for a crossbody!
BUT NO! Boar counters it into a powerslam and covers!
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
JIMMY BREAKS IT UP!
Boar starts to get frustrated, but doesn't fret too long. He gets Jey up and whips him into his corner. Grado has now recovered. Boar tags in Grado. He comes in and whips Boar into Jey–Boar hits a dropkick! Then Grado comes running in crushing all his weight with a cannonball on Jey who has fallen down the turnbuckle.
Tom Phillips: Great offense here tonight! The World Warriors seem keen on winning!
Mauro Ranallo: Indeed so!
Grado drags Jey out the corner and goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
JIMMY BREAKS IT UP AGAIN WITH A STOMP TO THE BACK OF GRADO!
Grado holds his back as he gets up. He gets in the face of Jimmy asking him what's his problem. Jimmy tells him to pay attention to the match, and rightfully so, Jey rolls up Grado who rolls through onto his knees, and Jey hits a Superkick! He tags in Jimmy who begins doing some nice stomps to the belly of Grado.
Grado tries to roll over to his corner, but Uce ain't here for that. Jimmy drags him away from the corner where Boar has his hand out for the tag. Jimmy applies an ankle lock and Grado desperately tries to reach for his partner! Grado is able to roll onto his back and kick Jimmy away! Grado jumps and tags in Boar!
Mauro Ranallo: Here we go!
Boar comes running in for the hot tag, but Jimmy ducks underneath, and Boar gets caught with a cheap right from Jey! Boar stumbles out right into a jumping shoulder charge! Boar lands hard on his back, but he quickly gets back to his feet!
Jimmy runs around and this time hits a running forearm smash! Then another! Jimmy goes one more time, but Boar sucks, rebounds off the ropes to hit the Gore! He covers and Grado and Jey come running into the ring, but Grado gets there first to hold Jey back!
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
JEY PUSHES GRADO INTO BOAR TO BREAK UP THE PIN!
Boar gets up furious and hits a running gut punch to Jey! Jey hunches over and Boar hits a stiff elbow to the neck of Jey, sending him to roll out the ring. He tells Grado to get to the corner and he makes the tag! Grado comes in and lifts the Uso to stare him straight in the face. He's yelling at him to stay down. He hits a few slaps to the face of the Uso, but this seems to light a fire in Jimmy.
Tom Phillips: Jimmy doesn't seem to be taking to kindly to these slaps from Grado.
Corey Graves: I would get upset too if a fat guy tried to big league me.
Jimmy slowly gets up with anger as Grado is looking a bit wide eyed. He starts hitting rapid elbows, but Jimmy is hulking up! Jimmy is no selling, and he hits a big uppercut then throws Grado into the ropes, and when Grado rebounds, Uce his the Samoan Drop! Grado rolls over to his corner, and Jimmy knows what to do next!
Mauro Ranallo: May be looking for the corner hip attack!
"UCE!" Jimmy yells! "O!" The crowd yells back. Jimmy jumps in for the running hip attack, but Boar tags himself in causing Jimmy to redirect plans. He instead comes running at Boar to hit a right haymaker to get Boar off the apron!
BUT NO! Boar caught it and hits a headbutt that sends Jimmy stumbling back! With his back turned, Grado comes running from behind and hits the RK-GRADO! Boar then his a big body splash for the cover!
ONE…
TWO-
JEY MAKES THE SAVE ONCE MORE WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO BOAR'S BACK!
Boar rolls off of Jimmy. He bangs on the mat with frustration while Grado looks completely distraught.
Corey Graves: I've seen that look before on other wrestlers. We may not be able to see his face, but those eyes tell the tale of a man who's about to absolutely snap! Get me some popcorn!
Mauro Ranallo: What happened to this not being a memorable match?
Corey Graves: Who said I said this would be memorable? I just want to see the pigs snap!
Boar gets up and looks at Jey with anguish and anger. He's seething as he comes running in for a big boot that sends Jey off the apron! Jimmy, now stumbling back up, gets caught in BOAR'S wrath! Boar lifts Jimmy up for the Buckle-bomb! Jimmy collapses onto the mat, and Boar is about to go for the cover!
BUT NO! GRADO TAGS HIMSELF IN!
Tom Phillips: What is Grado doing? They had it won right then and there!
Mauro Ranallo: Emotions seems to be getting the better of Grado here tonight!
Boar looks at him confused and distraught. He asks him what is he doing, but Grado keeps saying "I got this! Trust me! I got this!" Boar shakes his head as he reluctantly exits the ring.
Jimmy slowly gets to his feet as Grado eyes him up and down, preparing for the Wee Boot. Jimmy gets up and turns around, Grado gets his foot a foot off the ground for the Wee Boot, but Jimmy has the quicker reflexes and hits a desperation Superkick!
Jimmy collapses onto Grado for the cover and Boar tries to come in for the save!
BUT NO! JEY SNUCK OVER TO THE WORLD WARRIORS SIDE AND GRABS THE LEG OF BOAR!
ONE…
Boar desperately tries to free his leg!
TWO!
Jey leverages it over and trips Boar!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE'S YOUR WINNERS, THE TEAM OF JIMMY AND JEY USO, THE USOS!
Mauro Ranallo: Hard fought win for the Usos, and a frustrating loss for the World Warriors. Grado and Boar threw everything they had at Jimmy and Jey, but the Usos were always there to make the save.
Corey Graves: How cool! The wannabe gangsters beat the carnival acts! What a "memorable" match.
Tom Phillips: Something gives me the hunch you don't like either team here tonight.
Corey Graves: Gee, Tom, what gave you that idea?
Tom Phillips: Just a hunch.
As Graves and Phillips bicker, Jimmy has gotten onto his knees where Jey is there to give him a fist bump. Jimmy and Jey get up to celebrate their victory as they both get up and hype each other up as Revolution rolls on.
EXT. WAKANDA - DAY
Larry Sweeney steps through a portal. Numerous UWF superstars go to attack him. Triple H, Kenny Omega, Adrian Neville, Minoru Suzuki… all tossed aside by the Mad Chicagoan. Finally, he rests his eyes on what he sought most: the UWF Championship. Sweeney picks up the title and puts it around his waist, completing his collection. With the Linear UWF, Intercontinental, Television and Prime Time Championships and now very real Transatlantic and UWF Championships, Sweeney has united the six Infinity Belts and can finally snap his fingers.
But suddenly, a wild axe appears! It’s Vinny Marseglia! Sweeney tries to defend himself with the belts, but Vinny’s axe withstands the defense and strikes Sweeney in the chest.
Vinny Marseglia: I told you, you’d die for that.
Larry Sweeney: You should’ve gone for the head.
And just like that, Sweeney snaps his fingers, creating a ripple in the UWF universe...
Meanwhile, in a different location, the remaining allies of Chris Jericho, The Miz, Johnny Gargano, and Tommaso Ciampa get up and group together, along with tag-alongs Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman. Kidman limps, being partially dragged by Gargano to meet up with the others.[
Billy Kidman: Something’s happening…
Poof. Kidman disappears, fading into dust. Gargano’s eyes widen, having just seen the man standing next to him turn to dust. He looks around at his fellow mates, seeing a similar fate coming to Billy Gunn. All Gunn can do is look down at himself also fading away.
Billy Gunn: Johnny?
Poof. Gunn disappears, fading into dust. Gargano turns to the rest of his friends, visibly shaken by the experience. His disbelief becomes fear, as he worries a similar fate will come to him.
Chris Jericho:
Johnny Gargano: Oh man.
Poof. Gargano disappears, fading into dust. Jericho watches in horror, seeing some of his closest friends vanish before his very eyes.
Tommaso Ciampa: Chris…
Jericho is slow to turn around, fearing what will happen when he does.
Tommaso Ciampa: It was the only way.
Ciampa looks longingly into the distance, accepting his fate. Poof. Ciampa disappears, fading into dust. Jericho is distraught, realizing that the only person left with him is…
The Miz: Mr. Jericho…
Jericho looks back to see The Miz, his best friend of nearly a year, the man who helped bring him back to where he is now, looking down at himself in confusion.
The Miz: I don't feel so good.
Miz continues his self-examination, walking towards Jericho.
Chris Jericho: You’re alright.
The Miz: I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t kno-
Miz falls down into Jericho’s arms. His catch turns into a hug from Miz, clinging onto the only friend he has left as he realizes what is happening to him.
The Miz: I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go, Chris, please.
Miz’s eyes tear up, his voice breaking up.
The Miz: I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.
Jericho lays Miz down on the ground. Miz looks up to Jericho one last time.
The Miz: I’m sorry.
Poof. Miz disappears, fading into dust. The last friend Jericho had, the last thing keeping him attached to his old life, has faded away, leaving behind nothing but dust and a memory of a simpler time, a better time. Jericho sits up and looks around. There is nothing but nothing all around. Chris Jericho is all alone. His friends are gone. Everything he held close is gone.
Chris Jericho: Mike?
But there is no Mike. Mike is at a hospital in London.
Chris Jericho: Tommaso? Johnny?
But there is no Tommaso. There is no Johnny. They are at a hospital in Seattle.
Chris Jericho: Billy?... Other Billy?
But there is no Billy. There is no Other Billy. Nobody knows where they are right now.
Chris Jericho: Damn.
Jericho gets up, gets dressed, and heads outside. He needs to clear his head.
Chris Jericho: I need to clear my head.
See what I mean? We’ll check back up on him later.
Fin.
*we see Jimmy sitting on a chair in backstage*
Jimmy: Sooo, apparently the "bad boy" Joey Janela wanted to get my attention by copying some things that i did on my match against SANADA, huh?. Well, mission accomplished pal, you got my attention AND a match against me at Backlash. Oh, and Joey, one thing i'll tell you
*Jimmy smiles creeply*
Jimmy: You are going to regret getting my attention
*Jimmy laughs as the segment ends*
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall, introducing first...
"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.
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.
DING! DING!
As the bell rings, Janela signals for Hurricane to hold off for a minute, as he ducks through the ropes head first and gives a sharp kiss to the side of the face of Penelope. He then peers his head back into the ring, with slight traces of Penelope’s lipstick sticking around on the face of Janela, who rubs it slightly, to smudge it into his skin tone.
The Hurricane looks across the ring in a confused manner with his head tilted at an angle as he looks out into the ring. He then steps forward in the ring and wipes the face of Janela to make sure it’s not a laser beam, and then is relieved when it’s not, and relieves the citizens of the UWF that Janela isn’t being assasinated.
Corey Graves: This is dumb, why does the UWF still have this guy around?
Tom Phillips: You’re such a killjoy Corey, he’s just securing the safety of one Joey Janela.
Janela then seems to be even more confused than Hurricane will be and then the Hurricane hits a stance readying for an elbow and collar lock up. Janela then shrugs slightly and then charges himself up and locks in tight with the Hurricane for a lock up attempt. The two scurry around in the lock up, and then eventually The Hurricane gets Janela backed up against the ropes.
Janela throws his hands up in the air to allow a break from The Hurricane, and as he has his hands still tight up on him, he slowly takes them off and takes a slow step back and then suddenly jumps up and hits his signature Hurricane superpose with his arm postured by his jaw and he’s hunched over.
Mauro Ranallo: The Hurricane proving that he’s fully in control by toying with Joey Ja-
Janela rushes off the ropes and blasts Hurricane down to the mat, making him crash down hard. Janela then soaks in the disdain from the crowd who seem to not like this blatant showing of disrespect from Hurricane. Janela then throws down a boot on the grounded Hurricane, who winces at the attack.
Penelope claps her hands on the outside and Janela spreads his arms out, yelling that he’s a “BAD BAD BOY”. Hurricane clutches in on himself and cradles up slightly, and then when Janela goes to reach down for him, Hurricane hooks his head in and pulled him down and locks in a small package.
One…
Janela quickly kicks out from the small package from Hurricane, and the two instantly burst back up onto their feet in a shocking fashion. Hurricane then throws his hands up to tell him to wait, and not strike him out of anger. Hurricane then steps up on the body of Janela and clocks him around the head with an enziguri.
Tom Phillips: Boom, pow, Hurricane clashes with the back of Janela’s head with an enziguri.
Mauro Ranallo: Or as some call it, a back brain kick.
Corey Graves: Who even calls it that Mauro? What are you on about?
The Hurricane then pops back up to his feet with a get up, and grabs the arm of Janela, and drags him back up to his feet. He then makes sure that Janela is fully up on his feet, and then runs off to the ropes and then Janela grabs a hold of him, but Hurricane twirls around his body and then delivers a massive hurricanrana to Janela.
Janela rolls through by the impact and then heads over to the corner in which he drags himself up slightly and rests his head on the second turnbuckle. Hurricane then walks over and stomps the back of Janela, making his head collide with it. Janela then clutches in on his face, and spins to a seated position in the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: The Hurricane is showing that he truly can cope up with the level of Joey Janela, and underestimating him might be a crucial mistake.
Hurricane then grabs the arm of Janela and pulls him up so that he can gain a fully stable base. Hurricane leads him closer into the middle of the ring, and then hits the ropes, and jumps up hitting a massive neckbreaker and then pulls up the legs that flung up with the impact and then the referee counts the fall.
One…
Janela kicks out at one yet again from the offence from the Hurricane. Hurricane then sits out, slightly frustrated from not being able to put him away. He then pounds down on the mat, and pushes himself back up to his feet slightly. Penelope on the outside pounds the mat encouraging Janela to get back up to his feet.
Hurricane then goes back to Janela, and pulls him up by his head. Hurricane locks Janela in on the front facelock and then knees the midsection of Janela, and then a second time. Hurricane rotates around and then leads Janela by his head over into the corner, and then rests his foot on the bottom turnbuckle and looks side to side at the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Hurricane might be looking for the face bashes here!
Hurricane goes to throw the head of Janela towards the top rope, and then suddenly, Janela stomps his foot down on the bottom rope, and then grabs the head of Hurricane, releasing his foot from the bottom rope, and then gives him the bashes on the top rope…
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9… 10!
Janela releases the head of Hurricane, who limps backwards from the ropes, and then Janela yanks the head of Hurricane back under his legs in the middle of the ring, and then pushes his thumb across his throat, and then puts his arms through the arms and legs of Hurricane and lifts him up, and drops him down with the Package Piledriver!
Corey Graves: Put it in the record books, this one is over.
Janela then smiles at this powerful move, and Hurricane limp on the canvas, but he decides to not pin Hurricane, and instead stands up, and then throws double middle fingers down on the back of the limp man. He grabs up Hurricane by the waist, he’s already limp, and hooks the arm in a ripcord position and pulls him through and finishes him off with an Acid Rainmaker and hooks both legs.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Joey Janela!
Joey gets off the body of Hurricane, and Penelope instantly gets into the ring, to be with her partner. She helps him up slightly and tells the referee to scram. Hurricane rolls out behind them and then the couple of Janelope kiss in the ring for all to see.
Mauro Ranallo: A very cocky act for Janela to use Jimmy Havoc’s move two weeks in a row here on Revolution, and even used it to finish off the Hurricane he-
Corey Graves: Speak of the devil, that’s Jimmy Havoc’s music oh my god! Things are about to go down!
Havoc comes out from the back, in ring attire, and then stomps down the ramp, pointing up at Janela calling him out for being such a mug, he then instead of going into the ring, throws up the ring apron, and then slides out a table! Jimmy slides it into the ring, with Janela looking quite confused. He then grabs a chair and holds it tight in hand, throwing the apron cover back down.
Penelope backs off Janela, and then Havoc rolls into the ring, and immediately clocks Janela over the head with the chair, and then another shot slamming back down onto his ribs. Penelope goes to interfere and help out Janela, and then Havoc waves a warning shot with the chair, and she backs off into a seated position, screaming for Janela.
Tom Phillips: Jimmy Havoc is here to cause some havoc!
Jimmy then throws another chair shot to the side of the body of Janela, making him wince slightly. Havoc turns his attention to the table, folding out both edges of it and then turning it over, slightly off from the corner. Havoc then goes back to the grounded body of Janela and pulls him by the hair over to the corner.
Janela then looks up and spits in the face of Havoc, further infuriating him, and then Jimmy yells at him about stealing his own moves, and how he’s about to give him a taste of his own medicine. Jimmy goes up on the second rope, with Janela’s head under his legs, and then Jimmy hooks up the legs and arms of Janela, and lifts him up off the ground in a package position and drops him through the table with a massive package piledriver!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! JIMMY HAVOC HAS JUST DROVE JOEY JANELA THROUGH THE TABLE WITH AN AVALANCHE PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!
Jimmy sits there in the remains of the table, and slowly Janela’s body limps down to the mat. Jimmy smiles, as the camera pans in on him, quickly cutting to the distraught on the face of Penelope, and the camera quickly cuts away to something else on Revolution.
The screen suddenly goes dark, a message appears, and then a familiar movie theme begins to play...
EPISODE I
THE PHANTOM DAFTY
The UWF is in chaos. Despite being the one to claim victory last week,
Supernova 11 is currently on the shelf due to the heinous actions
of notorious bawbag Joey Janela.
The only thing that seems to be keeping Supernova 11's spirits lifted is
knowing that even when in a restrictive physical state, he is still
better than resident scunner Oney Lorcan in every single way.
In spite of all the setbacks, a new week brings with it new potential,
and the question of which UWF superstar will be next to
face Supernova 11's wrath....
The text disappears and the camera pans down in the night to see a lit up house from the outside. After a few seconds the camera changes to inside the house, and inside the lounge we see Noam Dar sat in a recliner, playing Fifa 19 on PS4 with a glass of Irn Bru on the table next to it. Noticing the camera is now focused on him, Dar pauses his game, takes a drink, and begins to address the viewers.
Noam Dar: Aww did ye's think I was actually gonnae be there at the arena the night? Dinnae be stupid! I don't care that it's Revolution 55, considerin' how much ae' a farce last weeks show was, I decided that this was the ideal, nay, the perfect opportunity tae just sit back and enjoy some well deserved me time. Got a problem wae that? Take it up wae EC3. The peaceful surroundings have however given me a chance tae evaluate all the recent goings on. First of all, Joey Janela, I hope there's nae hard feelings oan the loss wee man. I mean ye did bring it oan yersel' tae be fair, maybe next time ye should come tae me for advice oan pullin' a sneaky instead ae tryin' tae sandwich me between a chair and a table, but I'm gonnae be the bigger man in this instance and say that this is now water under the bridge.
Fans watching can't quite tell if Dar is being sincere or not as he takes another drink before continuing.
Noam Dar: However, one man who isnae' gettin' aff so lucky is Lorcan! I'm no' even gonnae' attempt yer moronic first name cause I know for a fact that I'll get it wrong. You're some piece ae work you are. Simply put, ye bored me tae death wae yer match last week. Ye knew for a fact that nae one would be impressed by yer inability tae pin Big Show or make him tap oot, so ye try tae cover it up by given it the old "Great effort buddy, come on people let's get a round of applause going, way to go us!" It's all claptrap! I did warn ye Lorcan that The Dar Wars were about tae begin, and it's just a matter ae time before it's you and I goin' at it in that ring. But here's yer spoiler alert, it'll be me that's pickin' up the win, and in the proper fashion as well. And when I do, I'm gonnae make you get up and tell all ae the sour faces in the crowd that night tae get up gie me a standing ovation for my incredible accomplishment. Because at least then ye will finally have somethin' that gie's yer incoherent career some actual meaning and worth. Supernova out!
Dar smiles and raises a glass as the feed then cuts out.
Revolution rolls on, taken backstage once more as we see the figure of Kayla Braxton fade in, centered in the middle of the screen, and without delay, she speaks—
Kayla Braxton: “Good evening, everyone! Coming hot off his win last week over the Big Show, my guest at this time is none other than Oney Lorcan.”
The camera pans to the right to spot Oney Lorcan standing right next to Kayla; he nods his head, not saying anything just yet.
Kayla Braxton: “Oney – although you were victorious over the Big Show last week… -What are your thoughts concerning the circumstances of your victory last week? It was… l-less than definitive.”
Kayla seems nervous as she asks the question, presumably because Oney might take offense to such a claim. Oney reads her body language, and raises a calming hand in front of her, signaling for her to calm down.
Oney Lorcan: “Settle down. You’re right, Kayla. It was less than definitive; it was a count out victory of all things, and if I could deadlift an over four hundred pound man and chuck him back into the ring, I would’ve. I wanted more of a fight with the man that’s called the Worlds Largest Athlete, but, unfortunately, that’s just how it goes sometimes. This sport isn’t mathematics, where you can always find the roots and explanations for the things that happen, that’re the result of a clear miscalculation hidden somewhere in the equation. Fights are chaotic, unpredictable, dangerous, and that’s just how it went down. If Big Show wants to continue our match somewhere down the line, I’d be more than happy to oblige; he’s earned it.”
Kayla nods her head, as she moves the microphone back to herself to ask another question.
Kayla Braxton: “And, speaking of future fights, you were interrupted last week by Noam Dar, who made his mind clear as to what he thought of you and your performance that week. What’re your thoughts on him?”
Oney places his hand on his chin, as he thinks the question over a bit in his head before responding.
Oney Lorcan: “I didn’t take too kindly to what he did, not because I can’t handle a couple of mean words thrown my way, but because he tried to steal the spotlight from the fight me and Big Show gave that night. That’s not only unfair to me, but that’s unfair to the Big Show as well. No one asked him to come out there and give his opinion. I don’t know what it is about Noam Dar that reminds me of a bug – like a beetle – maybe it’s that stupid haircut that he has, his face, or that front row of Bucky beaver ass teeth. Rest assured, what happens to bugs when they mess with the bigger man is they get squashed, and Noam Dar won’t be any different once I get my hands on him. So, consider this a warning, “Scottish Supernova”: Don’t fly too close to the sun. That’s all I’ve got to say about that, so if that’s all, Kayla, I’ll be taking my leave. But, before I go, remember: ONEY RULES.”
Oney raises a ‘Number One’ into the air before he leaves, as does Kayla.
Kayla Braxton: “Oney rules.”
And, with that, the scene fades to black, as Revolution heads elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Symphony No. 9 by Antonin Dvorak begins playing over the speakers, earning a small pop from the audience. Chants of "Wal-ter! Wal-ter!" are already breaking out along with people singing along with his music. The ring general himself walks out from the stage to be met with a larger pop. The menacing figure stands at the top of the stage, arms behind his back, looking out into the crowd.
He begins walking down to the ring calmly, obviously not bothered by the thought of his opponent.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 310 pounds... he is the Ring General... WALTER!
He begins to circle around the ring, ignoring the fans reaching out for high fives. He climbs up the stairs and casually steps over the top rope, before turning back to the hard cam and posing. After a few good seconds of this, he walks to his own corner and takes off his coat, handing it to an official outside. He then turns back to the entrance ramp, awaiting whoever his opponent might be.
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
”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.
DING DING DING!
the two behemoths walk to the middle of the ring and share a staredown, the 7 foot Big Show dwarfs the 6'4 WALTER and is pretty happy about it, he chuckles at WALTER who just stares at him and it looks like the whole thing will blow up in a second but suddenly images appear on the titantron and a familiar song starts playing...
Outcomes WALTER's BBF and the Television champion Aleister Black, holding his title and quickly walking to ringside, he doesn't stop at the ring tho and instead goes to sit near the commentators all the while Show watches and laughs, he's even happier now that Black gets to see him kick his friend's ass, WALTER's stare still only says kill
Mauro Ranallo: It is an honor to have you with us champ, care for a mic?
Black looks at him and simply shakes his head then moves his look to the ring where the action finally starts with WALTER delivering a STIFF chop to Show's chest! the strike got him by surprise and he stumbles back a bit, but he turns that into an advantage by using the rebound momentum to drop a HUGE overhead chop on WALTER! it's now WALTER's turn to stumble back, much to Show's delight, and it's also his turn to nail a comeback chop! but unlike Show WALTER doesn't revel in that and he continues with the assault but this time Show knew the strike was coming and he simply absorbs it! he also absorbs the second, third, fourth and fifth and with his chest visibly very red he pushes WALTER away then charges him and drops him with a shoulder tackle!
Tom Phillips: I don't I've ever seen someone take this kind of punishment from a man like WALTER and just shrug it off then come back with an attack of his own! Big Show really isn't human!
Corey Graves: It's true he's a giant, and you're a gremlin.
Then what is WALTER? probably a canned of crushed tomatoes as while Phillips and Graves were talking Show ran and rebounded off the ropes and hit a thunderous leg drop! he's cocky enough to not go for the pin and instead pick up WALTER to dish out more punishment, he holds him by the chin and talks some trash before hoisting him up onto his shoulder and starting to parade around the ring with him! he finishes walking and points at Aleister before finally going to drop WALTER but at the last second WALTER manages to slip out and get Show's back where he applies a Sleeper! Show tries to posture up as that would probably get the smaller WALTER away from him but WALTER instead just scissors his legs around Show, Show panics and runs back first into the corner which makes WALTER drop down! Show walks a few steps while coughing to catch his breath then tries to nail WALTER with a hip attack but WALTER gets his knees up just in time tho and Show stumbles out of the corner holding his back but he's not done, he quickly recovers and again charges WALTER but this time he meets a boot to the face! he again stumbles out and this time WALTER uses this chance to ascend to the top rope and deliver a ring-shaking missile dropkick! WALTER quickly jumps on the opportunity to finish this match and goes for the pin
1....
2...
NO!
WALTER wastes no time and immediately gets back to work in trying to pick up Show and when he's on his feet he gives him a STIFFFFFFFFFF chop before picking him up and quickly dropping him with a scoop slam! he did it he slammed the giant! it didn't have much effect tho cause it's 2019 and we never sell here, Show gets back to his feet very quickly and WALTER this time tries to drop him with a clothesline but Show just takes it! WALTER tries again this time with added momentum from running the ropes but again he hits a wall! Show is tired of the attack and puts a stop to WALTER's attempts with a lariat of his own that rips WALTER's head off! wait no it didn't but it was a close call, WALTER is out and Show takes a second to catch his breath but when he raises his look to see Aleister sitting there watching him he decides to take action, he picks up WALTER and throws him outside, he soon follows then picks up WALTER just to drop him throat first into the barricade! he starts taunting the crowd, Aleister, WALTER and generally everyone in the arena under 7 feet
1!
2!
3!
Show gets bored of taunting and goes right back to punishing WALTER who's laying on the barricade, he tries to grab him but suddenly WALTER gets back to life and slams Show's face right into the barricade! Show is stunned and WALTER starts attacking him from all angles, not giving him a second to catch his breath
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like WALTER is mounting a comeback here! but he can't win the match when he's outside and dragging a dead weight Show into the ring would be impossible, will he go for a count out?
Corey Graves: He should, that's the only way that coward can defeat the World's largest athlete the Big Show.
4!
5!
WALTER's throwing chops, forearms, and uppercuts who just make Show more stunned and WALTER finishes it off by taking a few steps back and hitting him in the face with a big boot!
6!
7!
Show is concussed or something idk, he starts walking around the ring trying to avoid WALTER, or that's what he wants you to think as when WALTER approaches him he elbows him in the gut and goes to slam him on the concrete floor!
8!
Show tries to get WALTER up but then he realizes that he'll lose by count out if he doesn't enter this second so he leaves WALTER and goes to enter the ring but WALTER grabs his back!
9!
WALTER tries for a ripcord lariat and he's able to land it but again Show just eats the blow! Show desperately tries to enter the ring but WALTER keeps his grip on and Show is unable to enter!
10!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen as a result of a count out...
Chimel is interrupted when Show headbutts WALTER to make him release the grip and the impact is so hard WALTER doesn't just release the grip he gets knocked out cold! Show isn't satisfied with that as he grabs WALTER by the shorts and neck and throws him into Aleister Black who stood up to help his friend and they both fall down hard! he's not done with his rage tho as he rolls WALTER out of the way and grabs Aleister by the throat, he picks him up and breaks the announcing table with him! EMTs rush to help both Black and WALTER as Show starts heading backstage and the fed moves elsewhere
EXT. A BENCH - DAY
Chris Jericho is sitting on a bench.
Chris Jericho is sitting alone on a bench.
Renee Young approaches the bench. She is holding an umbrella, as she expects rain.
Renee Young: Hey Chris. Can I have a seat over here?
Chris Jericho: Sure, whatever.
Chris moves over to one end of the bench to let Renee sit on the other end.
Renee Young: Would you like to borrow this?
Renee reaches towards Chris with a now-opened umbrella in her hand.
Chris Jericho: Thanks, but no thanks.
Renee Young: Why not? It's a perfectly good umbrella.
Chris Jericho: Look at the sky. There's not a cloud in sight. What would I need an umbrella for on a sunny day?
I forgot to mention that part. The chance of rain is in the negatives. It is more likely to rain in the Sahara Desert than in the location they're currently in, wherever that may be.
Renee Young: Well when you put it that way, I guess nobody would need an umbrella.
Chris Jericho: Exactly.
Renee Young: It just looked like a storm cloud was going to form over your head and rain on you at any moment.
Chris Jericho: You're not funny.
Renee Young: What's funny is that joke usually works. Still thinking about Michael?
Chris Jericho: Is it that obvious?
Renee Young: I've seen that same look in a million eyes. I know exactly what you're going through.
Chris Jericho: Yeah right. I bet you know everything about me, don't you?
Renee Young: You're not the only person in the world to lose a friend.
Chris Jericho: Wow, thanks Renee. That really helps.
Renee Young: Come on, Chris. Cheer up. Everything will eventually work out for you.
Chris Jericho: Eureka! My depression is cured!
Renee Young: You're not that funny either.
Chris Jericho: Consider it returning the favor. Besides that's the same thing I told myself before. That's what all four of us said.
Renee Young: What is?
Chris Jericho: Everything will be fine. Life will just magically fix itself, and nothing bad could possibly happen to us.
Renee Young: I didn't say that at all. It's okay to be upset, but you need to find a way to move on.
Chris Jericho: What do you think I've been trying to do this whole time?
Renee Young: You're trying to cope, clearly, but you're not trying to move on.
Chris Jericho: I’ve been having dreams.
Renee Young: Dreams?
Chris Jericho: Dreams, Renee. Dreams that they’re still here. Dreams of them fading away before my eyes. I can’t escape the thought.
Renee Young: Well you just have to accept reality and move on. What’s done is done, Chris.
Chris Jericho: That’s not the issue. Renee, I’m constantly thinking about it, even in my god damn dreams. There’s no way I can just suddenly drop everything and forget about it.
Renee Young: That’s not what I’m telling you to do. You can still think about it, but if you keep getting down about it, you’re never going to get back up. What's happened has happened, and you can’t change that. It's a part of life, especially in this business. All you can do is accept it as it is and move forward.
For once, Chris says nothing, for he has nothing to say. All he can do is take in what Renee is telling him.
Chris Jericho: So what you're saying is, the only way I can get over losing Mike and Johnny and Tommaso is to accept that they're gone?
Renee Young: It's a start. You know they won't be gone forever. You're just on your own for now. You have a bright future ahead of you, it'll get better in time.
Chris Jericho: Never does seem to with me.
Renee Young: Well, if you ever need somebody to talk to, I'm always here to help.
Chris Jericho: Thanks Renee. That really means a lot.
Chris pulls out his cellular device and scrolls through his contacts. He stops on "Mike Mizanin", clicking on the info tab.
Chris Jericho: Hey, I'm free tomorrow afternoon. Maybe we can g-
Chris looks back up to Renee, but nobody is there. Renee is gone. The umbrella is gone.
Chris Jericho is sitting alone again.
Chris turns his attention back to his cellular device, pressing the "call" button.
[Ringing noise]
[Ringing noise]
[Ringing noi-
Please leave a message after the beep.
Beep
Jericho hangs up. He scrolls down to the contact labeled "Rich Ward". He presses the "call" button.
[Ringing noise]
[Ringing noise]
[Ringing noi-]
Please leave a message after the beep.
Beep
Jericho hangs up. He scrolls down to the contact labeled "Jessica Lockhart". Chris's finger hovers over the "call" button, but he doesn't press it. Instead, Chris pockets his phone and gets up to walk away.
Upon arriving to his vehicle, at this time a used 2004 Ford Taurus, Chris notices another vehicle approaching him. He also notices that, inexplicably, there is rain falling from the sky. He sure could use that umbrella right about now.
A man comes out of the vehicle.
The Western Union Man: Mr. Jericho!
Confused, Jericho stares at the man for a few seconds.
Chris Jericho: Huh?
The man steps closer to Jericho.
The Western Union Man: Is your name Chris Jericho?
Thunder makes some noise in the background. Jericho, still as confused as ever, remains confused.
Chris Jericho: Yeah.
The man walks until he is standing next to Jericho.
The Western Union Man: I've got something for you.
The man reaches into his jacket and pulls out...
The Western Union Man: A letter.
Thunder continues to exist in the background. Jericho looks at the letter, then at the man.
Chris Jericho: A letter for me? That's impossible. Who the hell are you?
The Western Union Man: Western Union.
The man hands the letter to Jericho.
The Western Union Man: Actually, a bunch of us at the office were kind of hoping maybe you could shed some light on the subject. See, we've had that envelope in our possession for the past hundred and thirty-three years.
The man walks back to his car to retrieve an umbrella, continuing his explanation, while Jericho begins opening the letter.
The Western Union Man: It was given to us with the explicit instructions that it'd be delivered to a middle-aged man with your description, answering to the name of "Chris", at this exact location, at this exact minute, June 19th, 2019. We had a little bet going as to whether this "Chris" would actually be here. Looks like I lost.
The man laughs at his joke, while Chris examines the letter and turns back to him.
Chris Jericho: Did you say one hundred and thirty-three years?
The Western Union Man: Yeah. Hundred thirty-three years, nine months, uh, nineteen days to be exact. Here, sign on line 6, please. Here you are.
The man hands Chris a document to sign, which he does. Chris then fully opens the letter and reads it.
Chris Jericho: It's from The Miz!
Chris runs over to the man's car to get under his umbrella, and reads the letter aloud.
Chris Jericho: Dear Chris,
If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean get struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt...
EIGHTEEN EIGHTY-FIVE!!!
September 1885!!!
Chris begins running away from the man and his car and towards some unknown location. The man grabs Jericho's shoulder.
The Western Union Man: Wait! Wait, Chris! Wait a minute! What's this all about?
Chris Jericho: He's alive! The Miz is alive! He's in the Old West but he's alive!
Chris turns to run again but is stopped by the man again.
The Western Union Man: Yeah, but, Chris! Are you alright? Do you need any help?
Chris Jericho: There's only one man that can help me.
Chris runs down the road. The rain is pouring. Nobody knows where Chris is running, but he seems to be running with a purpose. Chris continues running, and everything fades black.
A man comes out of the vehicle.
The Western Union Man: Mr. Jericho!
Confused, Jericho stares at the man for a few seconds.
Chris Jericho: Huh?
The man steps closer to Jericho.
The Western Union Man: Is your name Chris Jericho?
Thunder makes some noise in the background. Jericho, still as confused as ever, remains confused.
Chris Jericho: Yeah.
The man walks until he is standing next to Jericho.
The Western Union Man: I've got something for you.
The man reaches into his jacket and pulls out...
The Western Union Man: A letter.
Thunder continues to exist in the background. Jericho looks at the letter, then at the man.
Chris Jericho: A letter for me? That's impossible. Who the hell are you?
The Western Union Man: Western Union.
The man hands the letter to Jericho.
The Western Union Man: Actually, a bunch of us at the office were kind of hoping maybe you could shed some light on the subject. See, we've had that envelope in our possession for the past hundred and thirty-three years.
The man walks back to his car to retrieve an umbrella, continuing his explanation, while Jericho begins opening the letter.
The Western Union Man: It was given to us with the explicit instructions that it'd be delivered to a middle-aged man with your description, answering to the name of "Chris", at this exact location, at this exact minute, June 19th, 2019. We had a little bet going as to whether this "Chris" would actually be here. Looks like I lost.
The man laughs at his joke, while Chris examines the letter and turns back to him.
Chris Jericho: Did you say one hundred and thirty-three years?
The Western Union Man: Yeah. Hundred thirty-three years, nine months, uh, nineteen days to be exact. Here, sign on line 6, please. Here you are.
The man hands Chris a document to sign, which he does. Chris then fully opens the letter and reads it.
Chris Jericho: It's from The Miz!
Chris runs over to the man's car to get under his umbrella, and reads the letter aloud.
Chris Jericho: Dear Chris,
If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean get struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt...
EIGHTEEN EIGHTY-FIVE!!!
September 1885!!!
Chris begins running away from the man and his car and towards some unknown location. The man grabs Jericho's shoulder.
The Western Union Man: Wait! Wait, Chris! Wait a minute! What's this all about?
Chris Jericho: He's alive! The Miz is alive! He's in the Old West but he's alive!
Chris turns to run again but is stopped by the man again.
The Western Union Man: Yeah, but, Chris! Are you alright? Do you need any help?
Chris Jericho: There's only one man that can help me.
Chris runs down the road. The rain is pouring. Nobody knows where Chris is running, but he seems to be running with a purpose. Chris continues running, and everything fades black.
Chris is sitting on a bench alone. He looks down at his hands. In one, he is holding his cellular device, opened to the contact information of "Jessica Lockhart". The other is holding the letter.
Random person: Sir, are you alright?
Chris Jericho: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Random person: Well, you got done calling people and it looked like you were going to get up and go on about your day but you passed out right there. You had me worried for a second.
Chris Jericho: Huh. That's interesting. I must've blacked out or something.
Chris looks up at the sky. Not a cloud in sight. He approaches his car. Not a Western Union man in sight. He gets into his 2004 Ford Taurus and turns on the radio.
This is 89.1 WVJC The Bash, Today's Hit Alternative
Jericho looks down at the letter. It's the same as the one from earlier, with the same writing. However, the writing begins to fade. As it fades out, new words fade in.
CONGRATULATIONS CHRIS
YOU HAVE FREED YOURSELF
OF EVERYTHING
"The Man" by The Killers begins playing on the radio. Chris, recognizing the tune as his best friend's old entrance theme, slams his hand against the dashboard in a fit of rage, turning off the song. He then tears the letter in half, and then quarters, and then eighths, and continues until it is unrecognizable as paper.
Meanwhile, Chris's dashboard fiasco didn't turn off the song, just switching the channel. The dial has landed on the local country station.
Chris can only sit in silence as "Hurt" by Johnny Cash echoes through the worn speakers of his used 2004 Ford Taurus. All he can do is look at what remains of the letter, and think about the past eight months of his life, all of the hardships he suffered...
...and how he has truly lost everything.
Fin.
The scene opens on Vinny Marseglia looking offscreen with a bit of a crazed look in his eyes and his facial expression.
Vinny Marseglia: Ground control to Major John. Ground control to Major John...
Vinny now looks straight ahead into the camera.
It’s time to wake up, Johnny. It’s time to take an honest look at the situation happening in front of you because your pursuit is about to end before it gets out of the starting gate. Instead of guarding the galaxy you need to focus on guarding your body tonight because once we get to that ring, the threads I’ve been pulling at within you with my words are going to become completely unraveled by my actions when I show you the force. Not the Jedi mind tricks you think you possess though, I’m talking about the blunt trauma to every attackable part.
And you may not be worried about your vessel, you have the free will to invest in whatever delusions tickle your fancy, but you should be worried because in the throes of agony, in flirting with disaster on the cusp of destruction, you’re going to have an out-of-body experience that isn’t transcendence to a higher plain of existence, that isn’t evolutionary shedding of the old to become new, it will be all of the wool being ripped away from your eyes to expose you to the fact that the damage done to your body can’t be healed and that eternity’s a lot shorter than you built it up in your mind to be.
Vinny smiles for a moment.
The story continues to be that Vinny Marseglia’s the one too lost in a facade to differentiate reality from ruse, and I continue to write, in blood, the epilogue that states and proves the only pretenders are the ones crying pretender at me. Tonight, I write it for you before closing the book, Johnny. And at Backlash, I do the same for Minoru Suzuki. I will remain standing to pillage this platform of all that is pleasing and happy, and you will keep getting beaten to your knees to bow down to your, “Horror King”.
The UWF Champion laughs as things fade to black.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall and it is for the number one contendership to the UWF World Tag Team Championship!
IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The New Day's theme hit the PA system as only Woods and Kofi come out. E is late and they have no choice, but to do it alone. They come dancing down to the ring as usual, but a bit grim. They get into the ring and take off their ring gear. They anxiously wait for their opponents until they here…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR LOVABLE THICC BOI AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
Big E comes busting out from the backstage and starts gyrating his hips! Kofi and Xavier mark out as their friend comes out to the ring! Big E comes down to the ring and pats his friends on the shoulders and looks at them with glee. "I told you I'd make it!" Woods exits the ring as E and Kofi take charge.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents...
No music hits, but instead the body of Tanga Loa comes flying out from behind the curtain onto the stage, and he scrambles to his feet only to turn around into a brutal big boot from the Proletariat Boar! Grado, meanwhile, leads Tama Tonga out from the back by the hair and throws him right off the edge of the stage to the floor below. Tonga lands hard as Grado leaps off the stage to hit a big leg drop! The fans are unsure how to react — they're not fans of G.O.D., but this is unsportsmanlike. Commentary's — more specifically, one member of commentary — is ballistic.
Corey Graves: OH WHAT THE HELL! IS THIS A GODDAMN WRESTLING PROMOTION OR SOME SORT OF CIRCUS! SECURITY!
Mauro Ranallo: The Gangdom of Destruction is on the receiving end of some destruction as the World Warriors are taking them to task!
Boar pulls Loa to his feet and smashes his face off a guardrail before throwing him in the direction of the ring. Loa collides with the apron, but turns around to face Boar and stumbles toward him, only to be taken down with a Gore! Loa hits the floor hard and Boar stands up. Loa tries to get to hands and knees, but Boar straight punts him in the face, sending him spinning in the air to crash land on his back. Boar then picks him up and throws him into the ring before heading back up the side of the ramp to the floor area, where Grado is jabbing at a groggy Tonga. Grado then takes a few steps back and surges forward as Boar charges Tonga from behind, and they hit a synchronized Gore/Wee Boot maneuver that utterly destroys Tonga! Not knowing what he should even do at this point, the ref calls for a bell to get this over with quickly.
DING DING DING!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, Tanga Loa has been fed right in to the New Day and he doesn't stand much of a chance at all, I don't think.
Corey Graves: Yet again, I'm left ripping my hair out and wondering how the hell the officials in this company could ring the bell and act like this is an ordinary match!
Loa crawls toward the middle of the ring and pushes up to a vertical base, but as soon as he does, Kofi takes him down to the canvas with a crossbody! The crowd pop as Kofi gets to his feet all fired up and runs for the ropes. Loa lumbers back to his own feet, but is immediately dropped with a springboard clothesline! Loa scrambles for his corner and rushes up the turnbuckles looking for a tag, but then realizes he has no allies there to tag in as the World Warriors are putting the boots to Tama Tonga on the ramp after their brutal opening salvo on him. Loa turns to face his opponent and lurches out of the corner looking for some sort of offense, but Kingston rolls right into the Trouble In Paradise to a huge pop and then covers as the fans count with the official:
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners, and the NEW Number one contenders
for the UWF World Tag Team Championships:
THE NEW DAY!
Tom Phillips: The New Day took advantage of an opportunity and now they've punched their ticket to a tag team championship match at Backlash.
Mauro Ranallo: You can't deny that this team has been on a hot streak since joining the UWF. I'm not sure they would've needed the World Warriors' help here to topple the G.O.D., but I am sure they're happy that they had it.
Corey Graves: This is disgusting. I don't even want to watch.
As Graves ditches his headset to go and grab some refreshments, Woods grabs Francesca 2.0 and starts tooting away while Kingston climbs a turnbuckle to hype the crowd and Big E enters the ring with his arms in the victory pose. None of them seems aware of the World Warriors' glowering presence up at the top of the ramp, where they've just finished demolishing Tama Tonga. The feed moves along.
UWF comes back from a break and we see 'The Phenomenal' AJ Styles walking backstage. After suffering his first loss in the UWF. Styles is walking upset and doesn't want to seem to be bothered when all of a sudden Charly Caruso comes up. AJ doesn't let her get a word in and he begins talking.
AJ Styles: Woah there easy Charly. I know what you're going to ask. What how did it feel losing? Well here is the thing Charly I didn't lose fair and square. That punk Velveteen Dream couldn't mind his own business. I had Neville right where I wanted him, and yet Velveteen Dream decided to get involved in my business. Charly do you remember what happened a week before Wrestlemania to the Velveteen Dream? Don't answer the question I got the answer I pinned him in the middle of that ring. If anyone should be facing him for the Intercontinental Championship at Backlash it should be me. So what am I going to do next Charly? See how bad of a journalist you are. I am basically doing your job for you. I am going to head to EC3's office and I am going to ask him kindly to let me face Velveteen Dream for that Intercontinental title next week, and than after I beat him I will go on and show Neville that his win on me was nothing but luck. Good bye Charly.
Styles rudely walks away from Charly and the fans boo and Styles goes on and he talks to himself.
AJ Styles: Seriously what is the point of these journalists? I already know the questions they want to ask. They are better off using that budget to improve the catering instead of having these slouches around.
Styles stops as someone is in the way and Styles reacts to what he sees
AJ Styles: What is it now? What exactly do you want?
The camera pans to find Johnny Morrison doing chin-ups on a beam overhead. Morrison lets himself fall, spinning in midair to land on one knee. He looks up at Styles with a smirk.
JOHNNY MORRISON
You know what I want, and if you don't, you're an idiot. I've been speaking pretty plainly about what I'm after: a challenge. A test. An opportunity to further pursue physical perfection. And as far as I can tell, while you might not have the title, you're the — what was it you once called yourself? — the "Face that Runs the Place." You're the closest thing the UWF has left to a bona fide legend. So once I finish handing Vinny Marseglia his own ass back to him, I want to tackle someone even better. That's you.
Morrison cracks a smile as he gets to his feet and moves in nose-to-nose with Styles.
Of course, it's up to you whether you think you can handle me. It's not every day the Interstellar Sultan of Skill crosses your path. I'd be intimidated if I were in your shoes, too.
Morrison shrugs.
Consider this a formal challenge. You, me, mano a mano at Backlash. Think on it. I'll wait for your response.
Johnny walks away, leaving Styles to look after him as the feed moves along.
Hall: This town is so boring, bro. Wanna like...hit the bar or something?
Nash: Nah...too lame for this place. We've been booked solid for like...what...six months? I just want to take it easy and kick back tonight.
Hall: I feel ya big guy...you know it's a boring town when you're too bored to go out on the town.
Nash: I don't know dude...I've just been feeling...down. Not because we lost the tag titles or because we're the Last Outlaws being the only two members of the nWo left...I'm just....fed up.
Hall: Right on, brother. So we gonna go tell EC3 to stick it and sit out our contracts?
Nash: Nah man...It's a solid paycheck, I'm cool with sticking around a while. I'm just fed up with, I guess, being cliche. Ya know?
Hall: I'm not following.
Nash: Like, ya know how we're always labeled as the guys behind the big dog? Like we were the bodyguards to Sweeney...when in reality Sweeney just jumped on board because he knew we were taking off like a rocket and nobody could stop us. Kind of like Hulk back in the day. Then people start doubting us without the rest of the nWo to have our backs....like they don't believe that we've still got what it takes to run things. And I'm just kind of tired of beating people up like a the school bully taking all their lunch money...it's getting boring seeing as nobody here can really put up much of a fight...know what I mean?
Hall: Yeah, I got ya now bro. I understand how ya feel. I've never been much on being the top guy or going for the strap or anything, so I've always been kind of comfortable with just doing my own thing and having a killer time with my brothers. So, what...you want to try and get the tag titles back or something?
Nash: Nah man...I'm cool with not having them...unless you want to?
Hall: Whew...I'm kind of glad you said no, to be honest. I'm just in it for the fun, bro...not really looking to be the face of a company or the face of a division.
Hall reaches into a cooler beside of him and reaches a beer to Nash. He gets one for himself and opens it and takes a drink. That's when the thought crosses his mind.
Hall: Wait...are you like...wanting to go solo, bro? You wanting to chase the big gold?
Nash pauses for a second and takes a drink of beer.
Nash: Yes...and no. No, I don't want to be that guy that they plaster his face on the side of a 50-foot equipment telling the kids to eat their vitamins and be kind to others and all that crap...but yeah, I think I've got another run left in me. I could definitely show all these young cats a thing or two. Teach 'em an old school thing or two. If Larry Sweeney can hold that title on lockdown for so long, even without us protecting him, then god knows how long it will take them to stop me.
Hall: If I was booking, I'd definitely put the strap on ya...
Nash gives Hall a look and then points to the camera. Hall shrugs.
Hall: I mean, if I was a booker...like a gambling...booker...I'd put money on you to win the strap...right?
Nash laughs and shakes his head.
Hall: Crisis averted...anyways...what I was going to say was...I'm cool with stepping out and letting you do your solo thing, dude. I'd love to be your hype man. Ya know, do my little side shuffle, flick the gimmick at the camera-
Nash: Dude...kayfabe...
Hall: Sorry bro, it's the cheap beer. As I was saying...side shuffle, flick the toothpick, sell the mic, 'Hey Yo!', do a little survey and introduce Big Sexy...yeah...I dig it.
Nash: I'm glad you're cool with it man.
Hall: We're family, bro. Of course I'm cool with it. Besides, I'll support you at ringside while you get some revenge for Rick and Easy E when you take on Vinny.
Nash winces and looks under his chair. He lifts up the couch cushion beside of Scott and peeks into the cooler.
Hall: Dude...you still freakin' out about him?
Nash shudders.
Nash: I'm not scared of the guy...not by any means. I could take him, one on one. It's just...he gives me the heebie jeebies, man. It's the eyes! He's insane. It's like the lights are on, but nobody's home. And by nobody, I mean there isn't a soul inside there, it's just hate and a lot of bad intentions. You just never know what he's going to do with that axe. I tell ya who he reminds me of...Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs. He's a freakin' weirdo.
Hall: I wonder if he does the tuck and dance-thing in the mirror? Wait...what's he do with the axe when he does that?
Nash and Hall stare off into space, looking very disturbed. Hall shudders and reaches for another beer for both him and Nash. Hall holds his up for a salute.
Hall: To Big Sexy...Future World Champion!
They toast their beers and toss them back for a chug.
The scene fades into the Dream walking into a local coffee shop with a satchel around his waist. He walks in and goes straight to the small line that has about 2-3 people standing there. He stands there impatiently as each person order their shite drinks that comes nothing to what living Gods drink. He finally gets to go next. The barista sees his extravagant outfit and rolls her eyes.
Velveteen Dream: Nice meeting you too.
The Dream says in a sarcastic, condescending tone.
Barista: What's your order?
Velveteen Dream: At first, the Dream was going to get a simple Frappuccino, but since you want to give an attitude, the Dream wants a uh… Trenti iced coffee, 12 pumps [sugar-free] vanilla, 12 pumps [sugar-free] hazelnut, 12 pumps [sugar-free] caramel, 5 pumps skinny mocha, a splash of soy, coffee to the star on the siren's head, ice, double-blended. Thank you.
The Barista huffs in annoyance as she goes to walk off to make the drink. She tells him it'll take a while and he should take a seat. The Dream obliges and goes to look for a seat. He unzips his satchel and takes out a laptop. He's click-clacking away, presumably, to his pen pal, Marty Scurll.
He chuckles as Scurll sent a funny picture of his dog on the sofa with Scurll, with the dog looking extremely cute. The conversation has to stop though as his coffee arrives on the table.
??: Did you order one black coffee with a side of eye then, huh?
Velveteen Dream: No, I didn't order a black coffee. I ordered a Trenti iced coffee-
Adrian Neville: Because I’m going to give you one…
The Dream is confused as he slowly realises that British accent he knows too well. He then shuts the lid of his laptop and suddenly looks up at the man standing in front of him, Adrian Neville, in full gear.
Adrian Neville then blasts over the table at Dream knocking him out of the chair and smacks him down to the coffee shop floor. Adrian reigns in the punches on Dream one after another after another and Dream tries to cover up from the punches, and then turns him over to try and gain some offense on him, and the people in the coffee shop start to flee as this brawl breaks out. Dream pulls him up slightly and pounds him back to the mat.
Dream then gets off Neville, and heads over to the cup rack and pulls off a mug from it off. He then goes over to a table and puts the mug down. Dream picks Neville up and then goes for the mug and slams it against the face of Neville, smashing it into several thousand pieces. Neville stumbles down to a knee from the impact.
Velveteen Dream: Say "Hi" to Scurll for me with that mug shot!
Dream then steps back slightly and throws a boot into the midsection of Adrian, and then pulls him under his arm and leads him towards the window. Dream then goes to throw Neville through the window, but Neville reverses and instead throws him though, sending him crashing to the outside. The coffee shop window is smashed to pieces.
Neville then walks out, still in full gear and the coffee shop is completely empty from the chaos that has been caused. Revolution heads on.
As the lights go out, a now familiar 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 and his axe in the other as he heads towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”. 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.
Tom Phillips: The UWF Champion is in the building, ready for his matchup with Johnny Morrison, in Johnny’s return matchup. Is this going to be the momentum builder he needed or a heavy bump in the road to glory for Morrison?
Vinny steps through the ropes into the ring as the lights come up and he gets ready to bring the horror.
Every light in the arena suddenly cuts out and the fans start to buzz, a low rumble washing over the stands as they begin to question what's going on as moment after moment passes. Then, an iconic bassline, the tap-tap-tap of some drums and a legendary riff begins to play over the arena soundsystem.
The fans are still unsure who this new song heralds, but some spotlights flare to life, sweeping over the crowd as Pink's voice echoes through the air. Then, suddenly, a silence so perfect you can hear a pin drop overtakes the arena, followed by a loud pop as the chorus of "White Rabbit" kicks in and the spotlights merge into a single spot at the center of the stage. A deafening pop and a blinding pyrotechnic explosion follow, and once the smoke settles, a man unseen in the UWF for many years stands with an arm raised at the top of the ramp, smiling widely.
Tony Chimel: From the Place Between Time and Memory, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Cosmic Crusader... Johnny Morrison!
Moments pass, and then the fans erupt in a massive pop for the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness, first-ever UWF King of the Ring and former European Champion as he makes his way down the ramp. He claps palms with the adoring masses. He jogs up the ring steps. He enters the squared circle. And then, after removing his accessories, he finds a corner and leans in it as he meditates, beseeching the Cosmic Gods for inner peace and harmony before the beginning of this contest.
Mauro Ranallo: AJ Styles?! What’s he doing out here?!
'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 over to the announcement table, he then shakes the hand of Corey, and blanks the rest of them to sit down and place his headset on, as the referee calls for the bell for the matchup to begin.
DING! DING!
Tom Phillips: So, welcome AJ. Now let me pose you the question, why are you out here for this matchup between Johnny Morrison and Vinny Marseglia.
AJ Styles: Why am I out here? For this cosmic buffoon Morrison. I’ve got a match with him at Backlash, and I’m scouting his game with a front row seat.
The two start to hop slightly to sense a momentum behind it, and then the two square up and line up completely to lock up, collar and elbow style. Almost instantly Morrison goes to transition into a waistlock from the lock up, but Marseglia locks the arm tight and stops him from moving fully round.
Marseglia then pulls the arm in further and gets a hold on the elbow of Morrison, and pulls in the wrist too, and then pulls it up and over onto his shoulder, where he wrings it out and stomps down hard to cause impact to the arm. Morrison retreats back slightly from the damage caused to the arm of him, and then uses the ropes to rest on.
Corey Graves: I can’t tell this early on if Vinny Marseglia is targeting that arm, or is just attacking it like he would early into this matchup.
AJ Styles: Break it Vinny! That’ll make my job easier.
Vinny then runs up to Morrison who’s rested on the ropes, and Morrison pops up from the ropes with an enziguri using the aid of the ropes. Morrison then immediately pushes himself back off the ropes after landing and runs back into Marseglia with a headlock, swinging around him, and then slamming down to a knee.
Morrison wrenches in on it once, but Vinny pulls him back up to his feet and then grabs him hard around the waist with his arms, and goes to lift him, but Morrison thuds down once more using his weight on Vinny, but then Vinny pulls Morrison off the ground and lifts him straight up in the back suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: The UWF Champion proving that he is very much a force to be reckoned with that showing of pure stubbornness in his maneuvers.
Vinny then turns over and rakes the eyes of Morrison to add a bit more wear and tear onto him, and regain a bit of disdain from the crowd. The crowd boo him for these dastardly tactics, and the referee pulls him off, but he immediately acts as if he’s done nothing wrong and releases and stands up.
Morrison gets a slight check up by the referee, on his vision, and checks he’s still good to go. He is, and then rolls over to the ropes to assist him to get up. Before Morrison can gain a fully stable base, Vinny stomps the arm that Johnny already had on the ropes, stopping himself from getting up. Johnny clutches into the arm that Vinny attacked earlier, while still on his knees.
Vinny then walks around Morrison and lays a stomp into the back of him, slamming him face first onto the bottom rope. Vinny then immediately runs back to the other side of the ring and stomps the head of Morrison into the bottom rope, with the rope being lodged into his mouth, forcing his jaw apart.
Tom Phillips: Vinny is really staying on the returning Morrison with some powerful offense that could leave some lasting damage on him in the future.
Mauro Ranallo: If anything, Vinny should turn his attention to his legs, because that’s the main thing that Morrison uses.
AJ Styles: Look Mauro, I don’t care whatever Vinny goes for, just make sure he takes it out. Whatever it is I’ll take advantage of that in the near future.
Morrison pulls his head off the ropes and clutches in on his jaw and sits over in the corner. Marseglia follows Morrison heading into the corner, and then lays a boot into the grounded man, and then another, and then Vinny places his foot underneath the chin of Morrison, and uses the ropes for leverage to lean back out, in turn choking out Morrison slightly.
Corey Graves: Vintage grit from Vinny Marseglia to try and wear down Johnny Morrison here.
The referee notices these foul tactics to try and get ahead on Morrison, and then begins to count him for a potential disqualification. One! Vinny doesn’t stop. Two! Vinny doesn’t stop. Three! Vinny gets off the body of Morrison and then gets in the face of the referee, letting him know that he knows how to count.
AJ Styles: Tell him!
After getting his point across to the referee, Marseglia turns back to Morrison and stomps at him on the ground once more. Vinny then leans over, and yanks him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. The referee discourages pulling Morrson by the hair but Vinny completely blanks him, and then lays a boot into the midsection of Morrison.
Corey Graves: The UWF Champion, Vinny Marseglia, is proving why he’s so dominant here against Johnny Morrison with dominating the offence here in the early stages of this matchup.
Vinny then pushes the head of Morrison, to make him spin around and then stops him when he reaches a 180 degree spin and grasps a waistlock in, and goes to lift him up in the air to throw him over in a German Suplex but Johnny stops that from happening and slams back down on to his feet. Johnny then drops down and crawls backwards through Marseglia’s legs.
Morrison then takes a step back after gaining his footing and waits for Vinny to turn around with his hand raised up slightly. Marseglia then turns to meet an enziguri from the leg of Morrison, stunning him in the standing position. Morrison then throws a jab to the side of the face of Marseglia to make sure he’s stunned fully.
Mauro Ranallo: Morrison stunning out Marseglia here.
Morrison then runs past Vinny and jumps up onto the second rope and springboards off it back towards the body of Vinny, and hooks his head and slams him down to the mat with a massive springboard tornado DDT. Morrison then kips through, and throws the arm of Vinny over head and then lifts him up with a suplex slamming him flat down to the mat. Morrison then kicks his leg up and hooks Vinny into a small package.
One…
Two…
Vinny kicks out from the hooked in small package, and then immediately pushes back up to a knee. Morrison rolls back out to his feet too. Morrison walks over to Vinny, who is using the ropes to get himself up. He then taunts Vinny by throwing his arms up in the air. Vinny gets fully up, and rests on the ropes to keep him up slightly.
Morrison then grabs the arm of Marseglia and then goes to try and whip Vinny to the other side of the ring, but Vinny clamps down his arm on the top rope to stop him from moving anywhere from the pull of Morrison. Morrison then yanks once more, leaning into it more, but Vinny still isn’t going anyway.
AJ Styles: Johnny isn’t getting Vinny to go anywhere, and I’m not surprised with those twigs for arms!
Morrison then notices this strategy of yanking isn’t going to work, and then boots the top rope to free the arm of Marseglia from clamping back down on it, and then pulls him once more for the irish whip sending him to the other side of the ring. Vinny crashes in with the other side of the ring on the ropes, and then Marseglia clamps down on that side of the ring too. Johnny then hits the ropes and jumps up, hitting a front dropkick on Vinny around his neck, sending him crashing down to the floor.
Mauro Ranallo: A smart move by Morrison to do that dropkick, to eliminate Vinny’s stubborn attitude to playing ball with running the ropes.
AJ Styles: Smart? Smart? Mauro have you ever seen me in that ring? I’m the embodiment of smart, not this mystic goof.
Morrison then climbs through the ropes, but Vinny immediately grabs the leg of him and yanks it down, making his privates collided hard with the middle rope as the fans boo this foul tactic, and Vinny relishes in it. Morrison stays on the rope in quite a bit of agony. The referee starts the count on the men on the outside.
1!
Vinny swoops up onto the apron and demands that the referee stops counting the outside count on them, but the referee declares he’s just doing his job. Vinny then pulls Morrison through the ropes, hooking up his head. He then throws the head out from under his arm and then hooks up the arm of Morrison overhead and attempts to lift, but Morrison drops down and slides under.
Tom Phillips: Morrison would’ve been in a lot of trouble there if Vinny Marseglia hit that saito suplex on the apron.
Morrison then gets up behind Vinny, and hooks his arms around the head of him, and then slams him down to the apron with a massive sleeper slam sending Vinny back first down onto the apron. Vinny then rolls off to the floor in agony, and Morrison gets up to a knee and hypes up the crowd for what he’s about to do.
AJ Styles: Oh c’mon man, what are you gonna do? Your flippy move off the rope? Give me a darn break.
Johnny looks down to the floor where Vinny is starting to get up slightly, and gets up himself. As Vinny uses the apron to push himself back up to his feet, he stands back slightly, and then Johnny turns his back to Vinny, and jumps up, springboards off the ropes and hits a massive Interstellar Leap to Vinny on the outside! The fans go ballistic from this clear showing of agility.
1!
Morrison grabs the head of Vinny, and then chucks him back into the ring, and throws his arms up in excitement. Morrison then rolls back into the ring, and then looks off to the crowd and readies them for something big. He then looks over to the announce table and remembers that Styles is there, and leans over the ropes with his arms spread out at him.
AJ Styles: Look at that idiot, he’s wasting his time looking at me, hey punk! Over here! This is the money in living colour!
Morrison challenges Styles’ idea on the announce table as he overhears the last part, but this gives Marseglia enough time to recover, and he then rushes Morrison with a big clubbing forearm clocking him on the back of his head. Morrison crashes forward into the ropes, and then Vinny traps him in the dragon sleeper and looks around at the crowd showing their disdain.
Vinny then spins Morrison out and lands him on top of his head with the Farewell to the Flesh! Vinny then climbs through the ropes and heads up high, and hits the Redrum, spinning in midair, he hooks both the legs of Morrison as the referee counts the fall on him.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Vinny Marseglia!
Vinny sits up from the grounded, and seemingly limp Johnny Morrison laying flat out in the ring and demands his belt from ringside. Styles chuckles at the commentary desk, and takes off his headset and leaves going back through to gorilla position. Vinny stands up and gets his belt, and poses up with it.
Mauro Ranallo: AJ Styles did play a toll in the ending of this matchup guys, no matter how you wish to deny it.
Corey Graves: Johnny Morrison got beat fair and square, you can’t deny that, Styles doesn’t have anything to play in Morrison’s failures.
Morrison rolls out of the ring, clutching onto his midsection with a sour look on his face from being cheated out from that victory by AJ Styles, and Vinny gets off the ropes, and stands back in the middle of the ring with his title held high up in the air for all of the audience and people at home to see.
The feed transitions to the outside where UWF Tag Team Champions Sami Zayn and Becky lynch are standing by.
Sami Zayn: Hey there, we're sorry we couldn't be on the show tonight. The doc gave us some time off to recuperate after that attack by the G.O.D. last week. Now obviously we would have loved to be there to watch as they got DESTROYED by the World Warriors and then pinned by the New Day but honestly, I find the whole thing a little disturbing actually.
Becky Lynch: Sami may not like the fact that two lovable fun lovin' guys have turned to the darkside but I luv it. I couldn't be happier. People have been clamorin' for a Tag Team Division for months but the second The Man comes around, they all scurry off like roaches. Let's be honest, the World Warriors were nothin' but a buncha losers. The fact that those bozos turned me away should show you proof enough how stupid they are but listen, if they think they got what it takes, I'm more than happy to send them home lookin' goofier than they already do.
Sami Zayn: Look I'm just worried for my colleagues. It's a dark path their going down and I've seen many a man let that darkness envelop them and not come back out. Maybe it's because Low Ki is no longer there but he helped me bring down the nWo which by the way, I'm still not buying this nice guy act.
Becky Lynch: Me neither.
Sami Zayn: Nash may want to be a singles star but we're watching you buddy.
Becky Lynch: Oh but who cares about them Sami, we got new number one contenders. So far the New Day has been on a roll. They won a special opportunity at Wrestlemania that who even knows when it will be revealed since we've heard nothin' about it! They beat the G.O.D. after they were beaten down of course. Sound like worthy opponents? Maybe?
Sami Zayn: Well they did beat the Outsiders.
Becky Lynch: Right right, as did we but that's not what matters. It's about what you can do, not what you've done and for the New Day, the sky's the limit! Only problem is, they got an angry buncha redheads ready to slap their faces silly. I know Big E is probably into that but that's not sumthin' I want to picture while we're here on vacation.
Sami Zayn: Yeah that goes double for- although... no. Well be back next week. In action? Who knows but whether the doctor clears us or not, we're going to be there at Backlash and we're walking out still, your UWF Tag Team Champions.
Sami and Becky place their titles over their shoulders and smirk at the camera as it fades out and the show moves on...
!We’re really glad that you’re our friend
And this is a friendship that will never ever end....
Children’s applause and joyful screams echo throughout as the Firefly Fun House opens its doors once again. However, Bray is nowhere to be seen. The camera pans from left to right. Right to left. Nothing.
‘Psssst, over here!’ Whispers a voice frantically.
As the camera spins round we are greeted by Brays good buddy. Mercy the buzzard.
Mercy The Buzzard: Bray just lost a match y’all and he’s feeling pretty low.
Children’s voices: Awwww!
Mercy The Buzzard: Now, he’s gonna be here in and probably gonna be in a bit of a bad mood I’d imagine. So just be carful, you know what he can be .....
*DING DONG*
Mercy is cut short as the front door of the fun house flies open and Bray Wyatt bounces in wearing a lovely red jumper and with a big smile on his face to rapturous applause and cheers!
Bray Wyatt: Boys and girls! Boys and girls! Thank you so much for that welcome! I really needed that today! I’m sorry I’m late. You see, I just finished rewatching footage of tonight’s loss and I have to say I’m awfully disappointed in myself. I went out there not being true to myself. I was in my old clothes and using my old persona because that’s what my employers wanted to see from me and gosh darn what do you know, I lost again. They pushed me into doing something I didn’t really wanna do and I ended up with egg on my face.....AGAIN! But it’s not all doom and gloom my fireflies as I feel like there’s a valuable life lesson to be had there kids. Don’t always conform to what society wants you to be. Don’t always be a yes man at school or at work as it doesn’t get the best results for who or what you are or want to become. Always stay true to yourself and you’ll get to where you need to be in life. If for whatever reason you’re struggling to do so and need a helping hand....just remember me. Think of what I can do. Remember what I can become....Think about the words I tell you....and most importantly
Let me in.....
Anyway my fireflies I’m away to make beautiful Macaroni pictures and I’ll be sure to share some of my delightful pictures with you all next week! Until then....Byeeeee!!
Out comes the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, the Lionheart, Y2J Chris Jericho, with his usual fireworks display and light-up jacket.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Jericho heads towards the ring, showered in approval by the audience. The former UWF Champion embraces it, marching down the ramp and flashing a smile to his fans in the front row. Jericho high-fives a kid with a sign featuring Chris's best friend, The Miz, standing next to him, and hands the kid the scarf he was wearing.
Upon entering the ring, Jericho leaves the crowd with one final image before the start of the match.
the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
"He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
VS 
DING DING DING
Jericho moves up to the center of the ring to lock up with the number one contender to the UWF Championship but Suzuki doesn't even give him the pleasure, standing by the corner with his hands on his hips. Not one to be deterred by this, Jericho simply walks up to him and gives him a chop across the chest. Suzuki sells it as nothing more than a gentle breeze across his chest. Jericho strikes back harder but Minoru just grabs him by the head and starts biting at his nose! Jericho backs up to the center of the ring while Suzuki still has his nose between his teeth. The ref tries to get involved but Suzuki shoots him a death glare and he backs off. The UFC Champion then follows up with a stiff chop of his own that's enough to bring down the Fozzy frontman onto his back.
Corey Graves: Remind me to never mess with Suzuki.
To make matter worse for Jericho, Suzuki just straight up stomps down onto his stomach, folding up Jericho like chair. He stays sitting up, trying to breathe while Suzuki penalty kicks the shit out of his back. Not wasting any time, Suzuki grabs Jericho by the hair and throws him back to the mat for the cover.
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Jericho gets the shoulder up! Knowing he can't really breathe right now, Suzuki grabs a fistful of hair and brings Jericho up just enough to stick his head between his legs, he bends down to hook the gotch style piledriver in but Chris comes to life and lifts him up and over with a back body drop. Or at least that what he was going for except Suzuki manages to hang on and flips over into a sunset flip. His attempt to flip over Jericho however fails and he can't get Jericho to fall back. Y2J instead just drops down his knees onto the arms of Suzuki and with the UFC Champion pinned to the mat, the ref drops down for the pin but Jericho doesn't even let him get to a one count, instead hammering away with unprotected punches to the face.
Corey Graves: This is illegal ref, do something!
Tom Phillips: I'm sure the UFC Champion can deal with a few punches to the face.
Corey Graves: Well anyone can deal with getting punched in the face but it's still not fair. How's about I punch you Phillips, see how you like it!
The ref has to practically pull Jericho off of Suzuki as it looked like he had no intentions of stopping. The crowd is going crazy, fully behind the stiffer side of Jericho, especially considering his opponent tonight. Minoru is quick to get back to his feet but Jericho is there waiting, pushing him back to shoot him off the ropes. Suzuki hits the ropes but hook both arms underneath the top rope to prevent himself from bouncing off them. Jericho comes running over only to get lifted up over the ropes. Y2J ends up landing on the apron and grabs Suzuki by the head, walking him over to the corner before smashing his face into the top turnbuckle. Suzuki walks away to the middle of the ring while Jericho scales up to the top rope. When Suzuki turns around, he's met with a missile dropkick to the face! Jericho crawls over to make the pin.
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Suzuki kicks out! Jericho sits up on his knees and lets out a sigh, knowing he'll need to do more to take him out. He pops up to his feet and runs to the ropes. Suzuki flips over towards him and so Jericho jumps over him as he continues to hit the ropes. He ends up rebounding off and running into Suzuki who side steps him but grabs a hold of his waist to throw him back with a german suplex! Chris lands high on his neck but the UFC Champion shows him no mercy. He simply walks over to him and grabs him by the waist once more, deadlifting him into another german suplex! Jericho holds his neck for awhile while Suzuki soaks in the boos from the crowd, their hate only feeding into his sadistic smile. Jericho tries crawling to the ropes but Suzuki comes over and grabs him from behind, lifting his head up just enough to place him in a dragon sleeper!
Mauro Ranallo: Any time and UFC Champion puts on a hold, the match can end at a moment notice.
Corey Graves: Mauro you've had the privileged to call some of Suzuki's UFC matches, how does his style differ from the two promotions?
Mauro Ranallo: I don't know if it's the quality of opponents or not but Suzuki tends to finish off his opponents quickly in UFC where as here he likes to almost torture them. You can tell this is more fun for him.
Jericho reaches out for the ropes but he's just out of reach. Desperado is right in front of them, talking all sorts of trash to Jericho, hyping up Suzuki and claiming that Jericho is nothing. All his words seem to only inspire Chris to keep fighting. He able to move his body in a way to take pressure off his back and get back to a vertical base. From there he elbows Suzuki in the stomach a few times to break free. He goes to kick him in the gut once more except Suzuki catches his foot. He shakes his head with a smile but Jericho just steps up to hit him with an enziguri! Suzuki stumbles into the ropes and so Y2J runs at him. Suzuki makes him pay with an elbow to the side of the face that staggers Jericho who falls to a knee. Suzuki comes out of the ropes to follow up but Jericho grabs him by the waist and flips him back with a bridging northern lights suplex into the pin!
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Suzuki kicks out! Jericho gets up and looks down at Suzuki. He runs to the ropes, springboarding off of them for the lionsault but Suzuki gets his knees up in time, causing Jericho to land full force on them! He rolls around on the mat in pain while Suzuki starts to rise. Suzuki grabs Jericho by his hair and lifts him up to his knees before giving him a knee to the side of the head! Jericho goes down and tries to crawl away but Minoru just face washing him with his boot. Message me if you read this. He then bends down to pick up Jericho but Chris grabs onto his head and drops to his knees for a jawbreaker! Suzuki backs away a bit holding his jaw while Chris runs at him and takes him down with a back elbow. Suzuki pops right back up to his feet but is met with a flurry of chops by Y2J. Jericho is able to back him into the ropes before taking a step back and winding up for one final big chop. The only problem is, when he moves in, Suzuki does to and lays him out with a vicious headbutt!
Corey Graves: Did Jericho seriously think his little chops were enough to stop the UFC Champion?
Mauro Ranallo: The unforgiving nature of Minoru Suzuki is tough for any opponent to figure out but I wouldn't count Jericho out just yet Corey.
Jericho looks like he doesn't know where he's at as he slowly blinks and sways his head around. Suzuki can do nothing but laugh at this before bringing Jericho up. He places his head between his legs to set him up for the gotch style piledriver but Jericho just ends up collapsing to the mat. Suzuki laughs once more before bending down to pick him up. Jericho however ends up grabbing his legs and tripping him up. Suzuki falls onto his back and Y2J tries to go for the Walls of Jericho! Suzuki is quick to squirm his way over to the ropes and makes the ref back Jericho away. Suzuki quickly gets to his feet and dropkicks the dayligths out of Jericho. He goes down and Suzuki makes the cover.
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Jericho gets the shoulder up at 2! Suzuki picks himself up onto his knees and gives Chris a big overhand chop to the chest. Jericho yells out in pain and simply rolls to the outside. Suzuki stays hot on his trail and rolls out as well. Jericho tries to get away but he's met with another chop that knocks him to the ground, his chest now beet red. The fans at ringside boo Suzuki heavily but a glare in their direction is enough to make them sit the fuck down. He laughs at their cowardice but turns to notice that Jericho is crawling under the ring. Suzuki tries to grab his foot but Jericho is already fully underneath. Suzuki walks over to the other side of the ring and lifts up the apron. Jericho isn't there so he walks around to another side of the ring. When he lifts up the apron, a single red balloon ends up floating out from under the ring. Suzuki catches it and laughs. Suzuki points to his head as if to say mind games won't work on him before popping the balloon. The only thing is, when he does that, the balloon explodes and red paint or something more sinister ends up splattering across his face!
Jericho ends up coming out from under the ring while Suzuki tries to wipe his face clean. Jericho grabs him from behind and tosses him back into the ring. Suzuki gets up right away and starts swinging wildly, unable to make out exactly where Jericho is. Y2J ends up coming over from the side and plants him with the codebreaker! Suzuki is laid out with red all over his face as the ref drops down to make the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Jericho!
Despite his clear depression about the situation with his friends, he's able to overcome Suzuki and smiles as he gets his hand raised by the referee. That smile soon fades however when he gets blindsided from behind by Samoa Joe! Angry after what happened to to his guerrillas earlier tonight and fueled by what transpired on the Highlight Reel last week, Joe takes out his frustrations on Y2J who is trying to cover up but to no avail. Joe is satisfied just beating him however as he locks in the Coquina clutch! It's not long before Jericho passes out. The ref tries to pull him free but it's no use, Joe isn't done until he says he is.
Tom Phillips: This is just sickening! Samoa Joe thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants!
Corey Graves: Well go tell him to stop Phillips, I'll sit right here and watch you get put to sleep with a smile on my face.
Joe finally decides to let go and kicks Jericho's lifeless carcass away from him. He does the classic shaka sign and uses his thumb to slice his throat before raising it in the air. It's the last image we see as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
New Day vs G.O.D.- Crann
Usos vs World Warriors- Max
Show vsWALTER- Bodor
Janela vs Hurricane, Morrison vs Marseglia- Semi
Brooke's vs Wyatt, Suzuki vs Jericho- Danny
