Revolution 7/24/19 Edition

[Danny]

The scene is on a rock in the middle of the desert as Vinny Marseglia stands in a sort of crucifix pose before a small group of people.



Vinny Marseglia: It is time! As this world grows softer and more sensitive, so too the opportunity to ruin the lives of the masses with weapons of psychological warfare, emotional assault, and physical violence grows. So much blood to spill for one man, and while I keep my eyes open to what’s before, behind, and around me and could bleed multiple victims dry, it makes more sense in the interest of falling within the timetable I want to achieve my goal of revising the looks of this place to share the horror.

And that is why all of you have been gathered here, to be the first to lay eyes on who I’ve picked to sit to each side of my throne and enjoy the carnage. Ready?

Vinny brings his arms in to clap his hands as the screen goes black and the screams of the people and Vinny’s laughter can be heard. After a moment, the scene returns but is shooting Vinny walking amongst the strewn bodies, perhaps unconscious, perhaps otherwise.

Look at the symbolism. Seven fallen and one standing, and the one standing is King. There are eight in tonight’s Quarterfinals but in the end, only one will be left to call themselves King of the Ring and challenge me. And now is when I symbolize myself, which leaves seven fallen bodies but no one to represent the eighth. And that’s because whoever makes it to challenge my throne and lust after my position is getting put underneath the ground.

But don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Suzuki, just because I didn’t address you before. Just because I’m readying for the next victim doesn’t mean I’m looking past the victimization of you at Heatwave. But maybe I should be directing my words at Desperado since the two of you have this sort of mafioso thing going on where no one talks to the, “boss”. Well even if Minoru Suzuki was a boss, be it mafia or otherwise, what is that to a King? Nothing but a pest encroaching on my territory. I make the hits around here, Scarface.

As I’ve touched on in the past and brought up just now, this place is soon to be further ravaged and then rebuilt in the image I want it to be in. And that gets compared to Aleister’s vision but I’ve had this vision since I got here nearly eighteen months ago, I’ve just decided to add a few to make the, “Horror” more horrifying. Leaving terrified fans to shriek and lean away from the trio of carnage and giving the roster two more unstoppable forces to try and stave off as they’ve tried with me alone.

Vinny smiles.

Who are these men that laid these bodies down? They are eager to taste your blood, and I can’t wait for you to meet them. Soon, the aesthetic switches and I have a more pleasing kingdom to look at. You might call it, a New Kingdom.

Vinny laughs as things head elsewhere.




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





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

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Well it’s King of the Ring Quarterfinals tonight. On the left side of the bracket we have Oney Lorcan versus Xavier Woods and Chris Jericho versus Noam Dar.

Tom Phillips: And on the right side we have Aleister Black versus Samoa Joe and Johnny Morrison versus Kevin Nash.

Mauro Ranallo: All red hot contests but that’s not all on the docket. In a return versus debut, we have Drew Gulak taking on MJF.

Corey Graves: Also, in tag team action, El Ligero pairs up with Paul London to take on the duo of Finn Balor and Shibata.

Tom Phillips: Also in tag team action, the World Warriors will take on the New Day and the Samoan Strike Force will take on G.O.D.

Mauro Ranallo: Plus we’re sure to see Heatwave continue to take shape.

Corey Graves: All that and more tonight. Stay tuned!


The live feed heads back to the ring where Paul London is already in the ring, ready to go.



A Cartoon Narrator says "Ladies and Gentlemen, Its time for the Amazing Adventures of your Favourite Luchador.....El Ligero!!!" as the song cues and an excited Ligero runs from the back and looks out to the  crowd, he walks down the ramp, high fiving as many fans as he can before he gets to ringside where he steps up to the apron and Springboards over the top rope and back 3 or 4 times before entering the ring and running to the Hardcam's Right corner and poses.

Announcer: Introducing from Los Sanchos, Mexico, the Amazing, Elllllllllllllllllllll Ligerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo




As Bálor's theme begins to play and smoke fills the top of the stage. As the song drops, Finn Bálor walks out from amongst the smoke with his jacket held open, with a huge grin on his face.



He walks slowly to reach the top of the ramp and turns around to show the back of his jacket that reads; 'The Demon King'. He struts down the ramp whilst doing the odd finger gun and fiddling with his jacket.

Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland. Weighing in at 180lbs, Finn Bálor!"

Finn approaches the barricade opposite the steel steps and crouches into it, resting on it for the moment. He quickly scurries away on to the apron where he spreads out his arms and leans on the ropes whilst looking deep into the crowd.



The Demon King hops over the ropes and walks around the ring like he owns the place. He takes his jacket off, throws outside of the ring and heads into a corner where he crouches down and leans for the final time.


Shibata does not come out until the he is introduced. His music begins as his name is announced.


Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!

Shibata calmly walks out with his head down. He does not look up at anybody or anything, even while fans touch his shoulder and scream his name, he is only focusing on what lay ahead of him. He quickly walks before the ring.



Shibata pauses before the ring, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts his hands on the apron and bows his head. Head still down. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring. He stretches his legs and sits down with his legs crossed. He finally lifts his head as he stares at the entrance waiting for his opponent.



He does not move his eyes, or any muscle until his opponent has entered the ring. Then, he will stare them down until he hears the bell.


DING DING DING


Shibata stands across the ring from London, a familiar stand off from last week. Shitbata walks to the center of the ring and motions for London to come forward. Paul does but he doesn't seem to take him so seriously. He gives Shibata a playful punch on the jaw and laughs but his opponent is not impressed. Shibata instead just headbutts him and London falls to the mat. The Wrestler picks him up and irish whips him to the ropes. London bounces off of them and comes running right into a kick to the chest! Shibata doesn't stop there though, picking him up once more, lifting him straight into the air before dropping on his head with a brainbuster! Shibata hooks the leg for the pin.



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London kicks out!


Corey Graves: I never once believed that Paul London actually traversed the cosmos but I'm pretty certain the Interstellar traveler is seeing stars right now.


Paul rolls away from Shibata to his corner where he makes the tag to Ligero. The masked man leaps over the top rope to jump into the ring. Shibata gets into a fighting stance as the two circle around the ring but Balor ends up tagging himself into the match. Shibata looks at him with a stern look on his face but Balor doesn't care, ignoring him and he walks right past him and ties up with Ligero. He immediately gets the upper hand with a side headlock but Ligero walks backwards into the ropes, shooting Balor off. Finn comes running back right into a dropkick from Ligero. The luchador starts putting the boots to Balor but Fin gets to the ropes causing the ref to back Ligero away. Ligero steps back for awhile before continuing the attack but Finn blindsides him with a stiff forearm that knocks him flat on his ass! Ligero rushes back to his feet but he's taken down with the Slingblade!

Ligero rolls to the ropes and uses them to help him get back to his feet. Finn comes running at him but eats a back elbow for his troubles. Ligero then runs at Balor and goes for a headscissors but Balor spins him around and plants him face first with a sitout facebuster! Finn waste little time in beating him down, turning him over and just unleashes fist after fist to the masked man. The ref admonishes him and backs him away as Ligero tries to get up. Finn however is right and grabs him from the back of his mask, putting him in a reverse DDT position before lifting him up and dropping him back down with the 1916! Not yet satisfied, Balor exits to the apron, and goes up to the top rope. Paul London comes over to him but Shibata enters the ring a boots him right off the apron, London's face hitting the barricade on the way down! Balor shoots Shibata a look before coming off the top rope with the Coup de Grace! H hooks both legs for a deep cover as the ref makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Katsuyori Shibata and Finn Balor!






Mauro Ranallo: Shibata and Balor making quick work of their opponents tonight.

Corey Graves: Balor was in a bad mood tonight and Shibata wanted to rectify his loss last week. I think both men have big plans in their future.


Balor leaves Shibata in the ring without even a single acknowledgement as he heads to the back. Shibata just stands there looking back at him as the show moves on.


Our camera cuts swiftly backstage to reveal the imagery of one, Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Dressed fashionably as always, with his signature scarf adorned over his attire. It was clearly a pre-recorded exclusive, but we watch as MJF leans in towards the camera as he slowly shakes his head.



You people just don't get it. You sit there like some nerds shoved in lockers, and you continue to support some of the worst things roaming freely in this business, and you know what? Maxwell Jacob Friedman is tired of it. I'm tired of seeing the same men at the top of the card. The same people who quite frankly don't deserve to be in my presence, let alone at the top of the card, while I, the salt of the Earth am stuck jerking curtains. You see, MJF isn't one for sour grapes. As a matter o'fact, I quite enjoy the fact I get to show my God given talent against those, who, well? Just aren't worth a damn in the grand scheme of things. I'm not trying to hurt anybodies feelings, oh, who the hell am I kidding? Of course I am.

A soft chuckle escapes from MJF who shrugs his shoulders. What a sleezeball. Keep it up, kid.

There just seems to be this theme going around, that I just don't get. Who the hell actually cares about these so called champions. I mean who are they trying to impress? Their mommies? I love my mama Friedman more than anybody, but even I had to get away from her shadow. These boys are so caught up in their act of playing pretend that they forget that this is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! It's like all those nerds who sit behind a computer pretending to be wrestling in some virtual wrestling world. I mean it's pathetic. It's embarrassing, and I feel bad for all you idiots who succumb yourself to watching this boring shtick on a week to week basis. But fear not. You can catch yours truly from your closets on a weekly basis, and that, virgins of all ages is the greatest gift of all. A gift from Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

MJF gives a small smirk and nod towards the camera. He then follows up with a small thumbs up. Further adding onto his blatant sarcasm.

But you can rest assured at night knowing that I've got a game plan. I've got much bigger things on the horizon. I'm not going to be sitting here fighting off against nobodies like Drew Gulak for long. In fact, in just a few short minutes -- I'm going to take a "W" for yours truly, and show the world just how big of a loser Drew Gulak is. Because you people know it. Drew knows it, and this entire roster knows it. I'm BETTER than you...and you know it.

MJF simply shrugs his shoulders as he gives a self enticing nod as the scene slowly fades to black.


The scene opens, Asda (which is a property of Walmart) is in the distance, it is believed that Walmart sponsor the UWF when they want to, but when they don’t feel like it they just steal their money for jokes. A man with scruffy hair in a polo top walks into the scene, pushing a trolley quite anxiously, the camera cuts to another shot as he walks off into the shop, and it’s revealed to be Adrian Neville with his title belt lugged over his shoulder!



Adrian Neville: I despise places like this, just get me out here as soon as you can… why am I talking to myself?! Fuck I should’ve ordered it or something, maybe home delivery. Mind you, I don’t know who I hate more, the cashiers here or those filthy delivery drivers.

Neville continues to push his way through, and passes a person in which doesn’t bother him, he fully heads into the fruit and veg section of the shop. He passes by, and throws some apples, some bananas, some grapes, some carrots and some kale in. This seems not to be his big weekly shop, just a top up for some small things.

Suddenly Neville shoves his trolley along, and goes to head out of the section and continue his nice peaceful shopping session uninterrupted, and a man in the distance’s eyes shimmer as he recognises the man in the polo top. The man walks over to Neville and stares at him without saying anything with a grin on his face.

Adrian Neville: What do you want?

Supermarket Customer: Uh, Mr Neville, sir. I’m a big fan, I’ve been watching you since your first UWF stint, and you’ve always been my favourite even when you were gone, it’s fantastic that you finally recaptured the Intercontinental Championshi-

Adrian Neville: Are you deaf? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

The man seems taken aback, and then opens his backpack up and pulls out an 8x10 of Neville for him to potentially sign. He then raises it up, and pulls a pen out of his pocket.

Supermarket Customer: Could you please sign this for me Mr Neville, sir-

Adrian Neville: Pass it.

The man does as he’s told and passes the pen and 8x10 over to Neville, and signs away on it. He then goes to pass it back to the man, but instead swipes it away, and tears it in half, stacks it and then tears it again, and again, and again. He then throws the pieces up in the air, and lobs the pen several isles down.

The man is completely distraught at the treatment from Adrian, and he continues to push his trolley through the supermarket, he picks up a few more items for meals, and heads over to the meat section. He throws in 6 packets of chicken breasts and grabs 6 packets of rump steak and throws it into his trolley.

Neville continues to wheel his trolley through the supermarket and heads over to the section where the protein bars are. He then paces his eyes up and down on this isle as he sees a load of empty boxes and sighs to himself. He sees an assistant for the supermarket and reaches out his hand slightly and places his hand on their shoulder.

Adrian Neville: Hello, do you know where the protein bars are?

Supermarket Assistant: We don’t have any currently, sir.

Adrian Neville: Tell me you have some in the back…

Supermarket Assistant: No, I believe we do not, sir.

Adrian sighs and tilts his head over, he then grabs a hold of the Supermarket Assistant by both shoulders he then shakes them slightly and pulls them closer to his face.

Adrian Neville: Are you trying to fuck with me?! Because it feels like you are, and I’ll be the first to let you know that you don’t fuck with me, mate. Oh no…

Supermarket Assistant: I- I- I can ask my supervisor to order some more-

Adrian Neville: But how long will they take?! A month? A week? I sure as hell know they’re not gonna poof out of fucking thin air. Don’t bother…

The supervisor comes over to Neville as he is manhandling a member of his staff.

Supermarket Supervisor: Could you please let go of this member of staff please?

Adrian lets go and turns his attention to this supervisor trying to step in.

Adrian Neville: Is there a problem here?

Supermarket Supervisor: Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

Adrian Neville: Why?! I hardly touched them!

Supermarket Supervisor: Sir, any contact made to members of staff are grounds for removal. If you refuse to leave I’ll call security.

Adrian Neville: But will you? Would you dare? Seeing a man like me clearly already a bit rattled doesn’t intimidate you?! Fine. Go ahead.

The Supermarket Supervisor gets on their walkie talkie and calls in for security. They begin to make their way over, and Neville sighs. He then grabs the items of his trolley and heads out, completely blanking the Supervisor. Security begin to get closer to him, but he walks faster and gets out of their way.

Adrian Neville: I’m going! I’m going!

The Security begin to run as it looks like Adrian is blatantly stealing, he runs through the security barriers, which go off as he hasn’t paid for the items in his arms. He then runs out to his car in which he opens the door, jumps in and locks it, as he doesn’t want to get anyone taking him out. He throws the items into the backseat as suddenly his phone starts ringing. He picks it up and looks at the screen.

Adrian Neville: Balor? The fuck does he want?

TO BE CONTINUED...


We fade back to the ring, where we see Drew Gulak already standing.



Tony Chimel: ”Already in the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 202 lbs, Drew Gulak!”







That sudden rift and sound could only mean one thing. We were set to see the arrival of one Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Indeed that's exactly what we would get. The self proclaimed "Salt of the Earth", slowly makes his way from behind the curtains to a uproar of jeers from the crowd. This doesn't seem to phase MJF all that much as he greets each and every hate filled fan with a smirk of his own. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp, MJF would throw his arm upwards as he slowly showed off his pride before making his way down entrance ramp. Ignoring each and every fan who stuck their hands out for him.



Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Long Island, New York. Weighing in tonight as two-hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the self proclaimed "Salt of the Earth", Maxwell Jacob Friedman, M-J-F!



MJF once again thrust his arm upwards as he slowly makes his way to the steel steps. He would slowly scale the steps as he would redirect his attention to the crowd, playing up to the mixed reaction thrown his way. Some people were eager to see him, while others couldn't wait to see him get hurt. MJF slowly dust his feet before kick starting his way into the middle of the ring as he shrugs his shoulders. Once again playing to the crowd and their reactions. MJF had a lot planned, and these people were eating it alive.



DING DING DING



Mauro Ranallo: ”With this bout underway, I got this feeling that it will be a good one.”



Corey Graves: ”Maybe, but I just hope that Gulak is able to put MJF away.”



Tom Phillips: ”W-What?”



Corey Graves: ”You heard me.”



While the commentary team look aghast at Graves, the action begins in the ring with the two squaring up in the ring. Gulak looks to get into a collar-and-elbow tieup with Maxwell, but he just brushes it off and turns his back to the grappler, asking the crowd who the man was. This gets the fans riled up, but that is exactly what MJF wants as he just smiles towards hearing the boos from the crowd. He turns around, and reaches for the hands, but Gulak doesn’t waste time with this. Instead, he swiftly moves around MJF and takes him in a waistlock before picking him up and dropping him down to the mat. What follows is an amateur wrestling clinic from Gulak, him swapping position to a grounded headlock before getting a gator roll off on MJF, and finishing by standing up and staring with intensity at his opponent. Maxwell gets to a seated position, looking up at him, before standing back up and outstretching a hand, asking Drew to shake his hand.



Corey Graves: ”Really, Drew? Are you going to fall for this?”



Mauro Ranallo: ”You know Corey, it’s weird to hear you in agreement with us for once about a match.”



Corey Graves: ”Well you should enjoy it while it lasts, Mauro.”



Even with the commentary and fans alike telling him to not take it, the inner sportsman in Gulak takes over as he goes for the handshake. As most knew though, it was all a ploy as MJF kicks him square in the gut, before then grabbing him in a piledriver position. At first, it looks as though Drew is countering it, as he lifts him into an Alabama Slam position, but it is all for naught as he then moves back down and drives Drew’s head into the mat.



While it already appears to be over, MJF doesn’t seem finished, as he picks Drew up and grabs him by the arm, and wrings it around. After a few seconds of keeping it in that position, he is able to lift Drew up into an overhead toss, slamming him back and arm-first onto the mat. Still keeping hold of the arm, he moves in, dropping knees to the elbow joint and shoulder. After nearly a dozen of these knee drops, he flashes a smile out to the crowd who are all against the Salt of the Earth. With Drew down and out, MJF releases the arm and goes to the turnbuckle, before looking out to the crowd and heading to the apron to climb up. Taking each step as carefully and precisely as possible, until he gets to the top. He stands up, calling for the crowd to hype the move up…



Before giving the double middle finger out to the fans and hopping off!



Tom Phillips: ”Was that even necessary?”



Mauro Ranallo: ”No, but I don’t think he cares, Tom.”



Corey Graves: ”The real question though is: was it necessary for Ethan to sign this guy?”



As he hops off, he looks at his opponent, who is back on his feet. He takes the arm once more though, and wrings it again before driving him down to the mat, then shifting positions and locking in the Friedman Armbar Special! After only a few seconds, Gulak begins to tap out!



DING DING DING!







Tony Chimel: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN, M-J-F!”



Maxwell stands up, the fans in the arena booing, with a smile plastered on his face. As the referee raises his hand, he simply stays in the ring just to bask in the fans’ hatred of him that much longer, the feed going elsewhere after a few seconds of him celebrating.


The scene fades into segment from earlier in the week. It takes place in a hospital. We see the camera fade into the VELVETEEN DREAM! He's in his hospital bed with a cast over his leg as a nurse goes to leave the room and three new people come in; The New Day. They all have big smiles on their faces as Big E carries in a big bowl of soup. Dream sees them and rolls his eyes.



Velveteen Dream: What do you guys want?

Xavier Woods: Hey Dream. Remember last week when I called you after Backlash to help me out with the King of the Ring tournament?

Velveteen Dream: Oh, oh, yeah, was that the one where I said "I wouldn't help you in a million years?"

Xavier Woods: Bingo! And that's why we're here to help change your mind, haha.

Woods does finger guns as he nervously laughs then he points over to Big E.

Xavier Woods: To help win you over, we brought you a nice big, hot bowl of soup! Hand it to him, E!

E goes to hand Dream the soup but gets butter fingers and drops it straight on the hurt leg of Dream!

Velveteen Dream: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Big E: Oops, my bad...

Velveteen Dream: You, and your little buddies... GET OUT!

Xavier Woods: But Dream, he didn't mean it! And we need your help!

Kofi Kingston: Come on, Dream, just help us out, you know we didn't mean it!

Velveteen Dream: NURSE! NURSE! HELP! I'M BEING HARASSED!

Xavier Woods: Oh, Dream, come on, you don't have to do this!

Velveteen Dream: No, no, I do! NURSE!

Big E impulsively takes the soup bowl and knocks Dream over the head with it. Dream goes unconscious as the rest of New Day look at Big E in shock!

Kofi Kingston: Why did you do that! We're now accomplices to battery!

Big E: We needed his help, right? Well, this is how we're gonna do it. Just watch over him, I'll be right back.

10 minutes pass as Big E finally comes back into the room but now wearing scrubs and has a gurney.

Big E: Get him on the gurney, we're gonna get him out of here.

Kofi Kingston: Wh- Where did you get this doctor stuff! 

Xavier Woods: We're gonna be in so much trouble if we get caught.

Woods facepalms as he lifts Dream's head and Kofi lifts the legs. They hoist him on the gurney and Big E explains the plan.

Big E: We're gonna take him on this gurney and pretend we're giving him surgery, but in reality, we're taking him to the car and driving him to an undisclosed location and we're gonna convince him to help us.

Xavier Woods: We're so going to get caught.

Kofi Kingston: Yep.

Big E: Yeah, if you have that attitude. We'll be fine, don't worry!

E begins to push the gurney out the room before he stops to say...

Big E: And pretend you're his relatives following me to the surgery room. To throw off suspicions!

Woods and Kofi shake their heads as they head out the room with E pushing the gurney. They rush past doctors, nurses, and visitors as they make their way to the back exit. Once there, they ditch the gurney and E carries Dream over his shoulder into the car with New Day following suit. They have trouble getting him in the car as they bang his injured leg multiple times trying to get him in, but they do, they hop in themselves. They speed off out of the hospital.

64 minutes past and Dream wakes up tied to a chair in a dark abandoned facility. Three masked men in red jumpsuits and welding golden scissors come out into the light. Dream tries to struggle free out of the chair as he screams for help. Big E is the first to speak trying to mask his voice.




Big E: No one can hear your screams; the only way to get out of here alive is to do what we say.

Then Kofi speaks with the masked voice.

Kofi Kingston: You're gonna help our friend or there will be consequences, man.

Velveteen Dream: Wait a minute... Kofi? Big E? Is... is that you? You idiots tied me up?!

Big E still masking his voice.

Big E: Uh... No...? Who's this Big E you speak of?

Velveteen Dream: Untie me, you fools!

Xavier Woods: Guys, untie him.

Big E goes to untie him but Woods stop him.

Xavier Woods: No, not yet. How about this, Velveteen. Give us your knowledge on your winning ways and promise me if I win the King of the Ring, you'll tell me how to beat Vinny.

Velveteen Dream: In your dreams! If my leg wasn't injured and I wasn't tied up, I'd kick all your asses. I am the Iron Dream for a reason!

Xavier Woods: Fine, guess we'll just leave you here and you'll never wrestle again!

Dream can't bear the thought of not being able to wrestle again. 

Velveteen Dream: ...fine...

Xavier Woods: W-What was  that?

Velveteen Dream: I said fine! Just untie me and take me back to the hospital, and I'll help you.

The New Day huddles.

Kofi Kingston: We do that and he'll tell the feds. I think it's best we keep him with us, man.

Big E: Agreed.

Xavier Woods: Yep.

They get out of the huddle.

Xavier Woods: How about this... Since we can't trust you not to report us for an accidental battery and kidnapping, we'll instead untie you and take you back to the UpUpDownDown studio.

Velveteen Dream: Fine, whatever! Just get me out of here!

Xavier Woods: We'll untie you at the studio.

Big E lifts the chair Dream is sitting in, and they walk out of the building.

Xavier Woods: This is wrong on so many levels but hopefully you'll understand this is all one big misunderstanding, and we can become good friends!

Velveteen Dream: Yes, my kidnapping is a misunderstanding. Next you'll tell me that the sky isn't blue...

The scene fades out with New Day walking out of the facility with Dream over Big E's shoulders.


We are taken backstage where Renee Young is standing by.



RENEE YOUNG
My name is Renee Young and today I'm here with the Cosmic Crusader, Johnny Morrison. Johnny, thank you for joining me. May I ask you a few questions?

The shot pans to Morrison, with Renee's mic helpfully placed right in front of him.



JOHNNY MORRISON
Sure Renee, why not.

Morrison winks tellingly at the camera before the shot zooms out to encompass both parties. Renee tilts the microphone back her way.

Johnny, last week you overcame Larry Sweeney and Chris Brookes to punch your ticket into the King of the Ring tournament. This week, you're confronted with one of the biggest men in the company in your first match in that tournament, Kevin Nash. With such a gargantuan challenge standing in your path, what do you think your chances of advancement are?

Johnny shuffles slightly and clears his throat before responding.

Look, Renee, I'm not here to trash-talk Kevin because as I said in the lead up to this match, I respect the man and everything he has accomplished in his storied career, not only here in the UWF but elsewhere, as well. The man has been the man many times before, but he's not wrong when he says he is more often thought of as the man behind the man and I fully understand his desire to change that perception of who he is as an athlete. Unfortunately for Kevin Nash, this tournament isn't going to be the occasion on which he changes that perception, because he's facing its eventual winner.

Morrison's confidence exudes from every word he says. Renee nods as he finishes.

It sounds to me like you're already looking beyond Kevin Nash and on to your next challenge, which will be the winner of Samoa Joe and Aleister Black. Do you really think you can defeat either of those two men?

Johnny grins.

If I didn't think I was capable of beating any single man in the UWF locker rooms, Renee, I wouldn't be here. Not only do I think I can beat either Joe or Black, I think I could beat both of them. And I also think I can beat anyone who is coming out of the other end of the bracket: Jericho, Dar, Woods, Lorcan... it doesn't matter who is standing on the other side of the ring from me this week, next week or in the finals. As far as I'm concerned, winning this tournament and moving on to challenge the Horror King for the UWF Championship is my destiny, and it has been since the night of my debut when Carter booked me against Marseglia and the man beat me. It's just too poetic, isn't it? Veteran returns from traumatic injury to suffer an early defeat, rises to the occasion, overcomes the best the company has to offer and then successfully challenges for a world championship he covets almost as much as the revenge he gets upon the man holding it. You couldn't ask for a better story from the best writers in Hollywood.

Renee is smiling. She's charmed by the general aura of likeability that surrounds Morrison — so much so that she nearly forgets to sign off as Morrison walks out of the frame and the feed moves along.


The feed cuts backstage in static as the camera is pointed up at an angle clearly held by a person on the ground, You see Tama Tongas face on screen as he grabs the cameraman by the shirt pulling him up.

Tama Tonga: Get the fuck up! Do your job and film the boss, and no matter what, you hear me fucker, no matter what the fuck happens you don't get off of him, understood?

The camerman nods, and points the camera into the open air, Tanga Loa is seen dragging a guy in a suit with a wire seemingly attached to a microphone for an interview tangled up on his arm. Loa drags him around the corner and tosses the carcass out of the way as Samoa Joe emerges on screen holding onto his towel with both hands and marching forward as the camera man jumps a little not expecting Joe to be walking towards him and quickly starts walking backwards following him along to keep the shot.



Samoa Joe: Life isn't fair, because you see while the hard work, the paying dues, and the honing of skill is often pointed to as trappings of success. What they really are, are distractions. Things to send your unwanted masses to go and develop and find while you Hand out the rewards to the ones you actually find marketable, I was an unwanted. I was thrown into a random tag team to compete for the UWF Tag Team Titles and I ended up winning...that didn't go according to UWFs little plan so the first chance they got...I was gone from the screen. Every little chance of a return for me was always dashed quickly because Samoa Joe wasn't what they were looking for...

As Joe is walking, The camera man stumbles a bit hitting a bump he wasn't expecting he steps over it and keeps filming Joe as he himself nonchalantly steps over it as well. But now that it's on screen you can see it's a referee laying face down on the concrete, in the background you can hear a cackling of laughter and random thuds of people being hit as Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa are buzzing around the entirety of Samoa Joes vicinity attacking anything around him as Joes eyes never even twitch out of focus from forward.

Unfortunately for them, instead of moping around or simply accepting that...I used what I found, what hopeless quest they sent me to achieve, and harnessed it to be here today. I now have an Ironclad contract, jobs for the best most underutilized tag team I could find, and the opportunity to change things without worrying about consequences. It has been years of building, manipulating and conquering to achieve the present day position I hold today and people like Aleister Black, people like Jacob Fatu, Rosey Anoa'i, and Armando Estrada...Can't understand that. For Jacob and Rosey, their Samoan lineage was regarded as one of, if not the, greatest wrestling family. Are they talented?

"FUUUCK NO" is heard in the background, as behind Samoa Joe you can see a man in a UWF polo shirt reading over a list of things suddenly get grabbed by the shirt by Tama Tonga and thrown head first into an equipment box, Tama laughs loudly pointing down at the injured human life he just wrecked before he sprints off screen again seemingly chasing another person.

Yes they are, I am not taking that away from them at all...The problem is that they are not More talented than me or my associates and yet the only hard them they had was the training to be a wrestler, after that they were easily hire-able. Armando Estrada, a good enough talker, a good enough look, is allowed to manage and bring in talent at a whim because of those two "Good" things he has while I had to manipulate a contract negotiation in my favor to get a Top level Tag Team hired in the Top Wrestling Company. It is transgressions like these that irk us, that light a fire under us and cause us to lash out. And then there's Aleister Black

Joe stops mid walk, the camera doesn't expect it and takes a couple steps back but keep still. From Joes left comes a blur of humanity being tossed across the frame of the camera, mere inches from hitting Joe. Tanga Loa walks in front of him and lets out a primal shout having been the man who threw the innocent bystander, and he walks off to the right as Joe...as if nothing happened at all...continues walking and talking.

An extremely talented individual who is beyond marketable, he's got the speech, the moves, the talent and the look to go far. But his perspective is skewed, He's named himself King of the World already, threatened to kill the UWF, but where I live in the real world it is far bigger than just that. You see Aleister Black has made the mistake of thinking that I am some Obstacle in his way of becoming King of the Ring, I am far more than an obstacle. I am a force of nature that will blow through him. I am not here to Kill the UWF, I am here to change it and make it so that the Hard Work, the Paid Dues, the SACRIFICES made are rewarded. Not just for me, but for everyone who's had to step aside when the new Flavor of the month comes around. In my Reality, every single Aleister Black will be put down until they fully realize the price for a seat at the table. And tonight, The Devil on his back won't be anything compared to when I get on his back and put him to sleep.

The metal clangs of poles hitting the concrete is heard, you can hear Laughter bellowing from the Tongan duo over the shouts and yelps of pain, Joe stops walking and begins to speak directly into the camera as these sounds only multiply while the screen zooms in slowly filling the feed with Joes visage.

Not many people watching think I am going to do what I say I'm going to do, they think Aleister Black is a lock to win this whole thing, and just like the UWF higher ups for years proclaimed, Samoa Joe is just not what everyone is looking for. And that is Perfectly fine by me, because it is what you are not looking for that bites you in the ass, Black has a future but it isn't in this tournament. Because while he knows of adversity as a Giant escaping with his title, I've know of adversity for DECADES. I'm changing reality, I'm the soon to be crowned KING of the GODDAMN RING, because for years Life hasn't been fair. But now, when I'm done with all my plans...everything will be flipped around. Tonight I kill Aleister Black, and he will find that Death is not fair, while I live on to become everything he was destined to become simply because he wanted it very much...Long Live The Kingpin.

Joe jolts forward headbutting the camera man causing him to fall to the floor and the camera to drop to it's side, a small crack on the lens appears as the finale image is of Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa following in Joes direction as a massacre of squirming hurt bodies are littered in the backstage area.




The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, flipping off Corey. Once the get to the ring the pose, and throw their jackets at some ladies who don’t look to pleased.

Tony Chimel: “Introducing, The Proletariat Boar of Moldova and Grado. They are The World Warriors.”

They harass Chimel abit before going to their corner and stretching.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE!
DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR!
CLAP FOR THE NEW DAY AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH!
IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!



The music of New Day hit the PA system and they shortly follow suit! Kofi with the pancakes, Woods with the trombone, and Big E with his thicc gyrating hips and his box of Booty-O's cereal filled with pancakes! They come dancing down to the ring as Xavier plays the "New Day Rocks" beat on the trombone and Kofi throws out pancakes to the crowd!



They make it to the ring as Big E rolls in and starts doing snow angels as Kofi is running around him, and Xavier continues to play the trombone. E gets up, and they excitingly wait for the match to start.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and it's the big men starting things off today as the Proletariat Boar and Big E close in on each other and tie up in the middle of the ring. E works around behind Boar and grabs him around the waist, but then Boar spins out behind E and grabs him behind the head, giving him a firm shove. E lurches forward slightly and pivots to face the Boar, who comes looking with a big boot that E catches. E spins Boar around and grabs him in a full nelson clutch, but Boar stomps on E's foot forcing a release, then throws an elbow back into the side of his head that sends E careening toward the New Day's corner. Boar pursues, but upon closing the gap, E cuts across his chest with a nasty chop that washes over the stands, drawing a loud "WOO!" from the crowd. E's feeling it, so he goes back to the chop well and starts laying into Boar's chest like a lumberjack taking his ax to a tree, chopping away repeatedly as Boar stumbles backward into the ropes. E charges looking for a lariat, but Boar throws a wild elbow that catches him in the jaw, sending him stumbling away. Boar then charges looking for an early Gore, but E leaps clean over him, drawing a pop from the crowd. Boar keeps going into the ropes and rebounds, but Big E repositions and hits a snap powerslam! Big E stays on for the cover, but doesn't even get a one-count.

Mauro Ranallo: Moments into this match and these two bigger men are throwing their weight around impressively.

Corey Graves: You know I didn't really care much about this match going in but now I can see the makings of a hoss fight and I like it!

Big E pulls Boar to his feet and sends him into the New Day's corner, then follows in after him and connects with a running knee lift. Boar leans forward, but E props him back up and shakes his head before connecting with a series of shoulder thrusts to the gut. After five of these, Boar is clearly winded; Big E tags in Kofi and then pulls Boar out of the corner in a suplex clutch. Big E lifts Boar up and holds him as Kofi climbs the turnbuckles, then Kofi leaps off as Big E falls back and they complete a vertical suplex-crossbody combination. Kofi stays on for the pin.

1...

...NO!

Once again, Boar gets a shoulder up.

Tom Phillips: One thing that is often overlooked in the assessment of these World Warriors is just how tough the Proletariat Boar can be. He doesn't give an inch.

Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right Tom, and that's even more true now that he and Grado have adopted this more relentless attitude.

Kofi tries to pull Boar up, but the big man shoves him away as soon as he gets to his feet. Kofi falls back into the ropes and allows the rebound to send him surging forward as he leaps into the air to attempt a flying forearm, but Boar sidesteps. Kofi lands on his feet and turns around; as he does, Boar nearly takes his head clean off with a running big boot! The fans gasp as Kofi flips and crashes onto the canvas chest-first. Boar grabs him by the hair and hauls him to his feet, then just throws him into the World Warriors' corner before marching up to him with a hand raised high in the air and then bringing it down hard in an open-palmed slap to Kofi's chest. Kofi thrashes in the corner as Boar grabs him by the jaw and gets in close, shouting insults loudly at him through the mask; Kofi grabs at the mask but Boar smacks his hand away and then ruthlessly headbutts him. Kofi again thrashes about as Boar simply lifts Kofi up with one hand and bodily throws him through the air, sending him crashing back-first onto the canvas. Boar then lurches forward and jumps, dropping a leg onto Kofi's torso.

Corey Graves: I don't envy Kofi Kingston — a leg drop like that could disembowel a man!

Boar gets to his feet quickly, deadlifting Kofi into a gorilla press before marching around the ring with the much smaller man held overhead in a dazzling display of strength. Even the crowd are silent as Boar then drops Kofi into a powerslam position on his shoulder and surges toward the World Warrior's corner, slamming him hard on the canvas mere inches from the turnbuckles. Boar gets to his feet and tags in Grado.

Mauro Ranallo: And now here comes the Scottish Sensation, Grado.

Tom Phillips: The fans are already showing their disapproval for him as he steps into the ring.

Corey Graves: They can keep their dumb opinions to themselves! Grado's a hero!

Grado enters the ring and pulls Kofi to his feet, then hits him clean in the face with a bionic elbow that sends the New Day man careening toward a corner. The Scot follows up by raking his back, then traps Kofi in a side headlock and clenches his free hand in a closed fist before delivering blatant punches to the face of the trapped Kingston. The official shouts at Grado as the fans hit him with some heat, so Grado hip tosses Kofi to the canvas and then mounts him, proceeding to pugilize his foe even as Kofi feebly attempts to cover up. Grado's shouting loudly in his thick brogue but the words are impossible to make out accurately as the heat from the stands intensifies. Finally, feeling he has done the damage he set out to do, Grado washes Kofi's face with a hand while simultaneously using it as leverage to push back up to his vertical base, then puts one foot on the man's chest in the ultimate show of disrespect for a cover.

1...

2...

...NO!

Tom Phillips: Grado is behaving despicably here!

Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips, your bias is showing.

Grado smirks and shrugs, then bends down and pulls Kofi to his feet before sending him into the World Warriors' corner. After several seconds of hyping the crowd, he charges at Kofi and leaps into the air, collapsing in on him with all of his weight in a splash! Kofi thrashes beneath Grado and as Grado pulls back, he brings Kofi by one wrist and traps it in a wristlock while tagging in Boar. Grado then whips Kofi into the ropes and runs steps behind him, and as Kofi rebounds he does so into the tandem Gore-Wee Boot combo dubbed Law of the Jungle! Kofi's completely out of it as he hits the canvas and Boar goes for the cover while Grado rolls out of the ring to celebrate with Blanchard!

1...

2...

...NO! BIG E BREAKS UP THE PIN!

Corey Graves: Oh what the Hell! Ref, disqualify these losers!

Kofi rolls onto the apron as Boar gets to his feet and he and Big E just start trading massive blows. With some prompting from Blanchard, Grado slides back into the ring and attacks Big E with a double ax handle from behind, allowing his teammate to recover enough to get back on the offensive. Soon the numbers game has Big E in serious trouble as Grado sends him off the ropes and follows, looking for another Law of the Jungle, but as the Scot runs toward the ropes Kofi leaps up onto the top one and connects with a crossbody! The attack momentarily catches Boar off-guard and that presents an opening for Big E to turn him inside out with an absolutely BRUTAL E-Train! Boar hits the canvas hard as Woods toots Francesca 2.0 loudly on the outside and Blanchard shrieks like a banshee. Kofi leaps on top of Boar for the cover.

1...

2...

...NO!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Kick out by the Proletariat Boar!

Kofi looks shocked. So does Big E. The pair of them pull Boar to his feet, but as they do Boar grabs both by the back of their skulls and slams their heads into one another! Big E stumbles away as Kofi's legs buckle slightly, but Boar holds him on his feet and then kicks him in the gut and hoists him up on the shoulders before dropping him with the Baconator! Boar doesn't bother going for the cover, he simply gets to his feet and takes a run at Big E, then boots him in the face! E spills to the outside as Boar turns around and drops onto Kofi for the cover.

1...

2...

...NO!

Tom Phillips: Kofi Kingston kicks out! This match is still going!

Boar looks in the direction of the referee, and one can only presume his mask-concealed eyes are fixed on the man in a glare as he gets to his feet and marches over to the official. The referee is warning him not to put hands on, but Boar grabs the man by the jaw and throws him into the corner! The referee collides with the turnbuckle and stumbles out of it and it looks like Boar has more in store, but from behind Kofi shouts, "Hey piggy!" Boar turns around as Kofi sprints at him, then flips into a Trouble in Paradise! Boar falls onto his knees as Kofi rolls to his feet, the official thanking his lucky stars at the timely intervention while Kofi hits the ropes behind Boar and delivers his face to the canvas with a double-handed facebuster! Kofi rolls Boar over and hooks both legs in a deep cover.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners,
THE NEW DAY!



Mauro Ranallo: Well, I can certainly think of no better way to bounce back from a big loss than earning a big win and the New Day have done it here tonight by topping the new-look World Warriors in this tag team confrontation!

Tom Phillips: It was a back-and-forth contest that the official never seemed to fully have control over and I'm not sure how, but Kofi Kingston persevered through some absolutely brutal maneuvers to pull off the win here tonight.

Corey Graves: Gentlemen, I don't know how either of you can look at what happened here tonight and think of it as anything but a travesty.

As Woods enters the ring and the members of New Day celebrate together, Boar is helped to his feet by Grado and Blanchard on the opposite side of the ring. When the World Warriors have collected themselves, they charge at New Day, Blanchard tackling Woods and thrashing him with her nails while Boar simply Gores Kofi and Grado boots Big E in the face! The Warriors lay into Big E and Kofi in particular in a brutal display, the fans booing them loudly until security comes tearing out from the back to haul the World Warriors away from their opponents, leaving the New Day looking less like the victors they actually were here tonight. The persistent booing of the crowd continues as the feed cuts away.


The cameras come back to what looks to be the exact scene from last week, Armando Alejandro Estrada sitting at a table, this time Rosey and Jacob Fatu are both sitting down with him. All of them are busy with a game of Texas Hold ‘Em, with bottles of liquors and cases of beer littering the floor and free space of the table.


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Damn, another bad hand, who the fuck shuffled these cards?!”


Slamming his cards down on the table, revealing a measly 8 of spades and 3 of diamonds, he reaches down and grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels, it nearly empty, a rough guess...about 3/4ths down? No matter, he takes even more out by pouring himself another shot.


Jacob Fatu: ”Why are you bitching about my shuffling? You seemed to like it a few rounds ago when you had a hot streak.”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Yeah, but that was back when I was winning, man! Ah, that’s the nature of this game though...speaking of hot streaks though, how many hands in a row has it been for Rosey now? Like four, five?”


Jacob Fatu: ”I think he’s on six now-”


The moment he says it, Rosey puts down another hand, the cards out on the table making up for a three-pair, three Jacks: Diamond, Spade, and Heart.


”Seven, excuse me.”


Rosey reaches over and drags the bets to his side of the table. Just as he finishes bringing over the various bets, in walks someone who, to those watching, is unknown. To Estrada and company though, all they give is a smile as Jacob pulls back the chair next to him.





The camera view switches, and it is revealed to be the cameraman from last week! Sitting down, he is dealt out a hand, as are the others at the table. His pockets seem to be overflowing, and he fixes this by pulling out a money clip from each pocket, both filled with a good amount of bills, coming in a range of amounts.


Cameraman Doug: ”Hey, sorry for the wait guys, but I had to go get some more money out of the ATM. Didn’t realize the stakes for this game were going to go that high...there’s still some bottles left for me, right Mr. Estrada?”


Armando Alejandro Estrada: ”Please, Doug, I told you before to just call me Armando. And yes, there’s still a few more bottles. I’ll go get you one after this hand.”


Cameraman Doug: ”Alright, thanks! What did I miss while I was gone, anyways?”


Jacob Fatu: ”Rosey’s been on a damn roll! Dude’s won like seven hands in a row, don’t understand how the hell he keeps doing it, but I got a feeling that the shuffling has something to do with it…”


Armando: ”Ey listen, if I was shuffling to cheat, why the hell would I be giving Rosey all of these wins?!”


Jacob Fatu: ”I don’t fucking know! Who decided you’d be shuffling anyways?”


Armando: ”I didn’t hear any of you offering to be dealer when we started, now did I?”


As the game begins, Doug takes a $10 out of his clip and puts it down while Jacob puts down $20. Armando then begins it off by calling, putting down $20 himself. This is followed by Armando shuffling the deck once more before dealing out two cards face-down to each player.


”Oh what the hell is this…”


Ignoring the whisper, After everyone has taken a look down at their cards, Armando begins the round by calling, as does Rosey. Doug, however, breaks the trend by raising, putting down another $60 - $10 to match the big blind, and then an extra $50 on top.


Armando: ”Oh wow, look at the big balls on Doug over here.”


Jacob Fatu: ”Well, fuck that-”


With that, Fatu simply flips his cards over, a 2 of spades and ace of diamonds, and leans back in his chair.


”Fucking calling it now: Rosey’s getting another damn win.”


Armando puts in his own $50, and it passes to Rosey who shoots daggers into the eyes of Jacob before he, too, flips his cards over. Revealing a measly set of a 6 of diamonds and king of clubs.


This turns Fatu’s head, nearly making him fall out of his chair as he tries to steady himself.


Jacob Fatu: ”HOLY SHIT! We’re gonna have a new winner!”


Seeming focused, Doug just checks, and the flop is revealed: 4 of hearts, 6 of clubs, king of diamonds. Smiling, Armando checks, as does Doug, and the turn is shown as well: 6 of spades.


Jacob Fatu: ”Wow, that would’ve been a three-pair for ya, Rosey...shit.”


Rosey stands up and walks away from the table, leaving the $20 from the initial call but taking everything else.


”Guess he’s off to train for the match? Whatever, I’m staying for this: I want to see who wins this hand!”


Cameraman Doug: ”Hey we don’t need the anime commentary from ya werewolf, trying to pay attention here!”


Feeling embarrassed, Jacob shuts up and continues watching. A smile on Estrada’s face, he puts down another $80, which Doug matches, followed by both men checking.


Armando :”Final card, here we go…”


Armando turns the final card, and it is shown to be a Jack of Spades. He smiles, but Doug simply just nods. Armando checks, as does Doug, and it is left to the two of them.


The final reveal.


Armando flips his cards, no longer smiling but not seeming to be any less confident: a 6 of hearts and a queen of spades.


Armando: ”Three pair...how weird though, all of the sixes in one shuffle. Guess it’s just a...what, 13 outta 52 chance? Jacob you’re the one good at math here, the hell does that come out to?”


Jacob Fatu: ”Ey just because I actually went to some school don’t mean I know these crazy percentages and whatnot! Figure it out on your own time!”


As they’re talking, Doug flips his cards over: A 4 of clubs and a 3 of hearts.


Cameraman Doug: ”Damn...thought the early bet would’ve worked. Got at least two of ya’ to bow out early though.”


Armando just grins as he pulls the money in.


Armando: ”Ah, what the hell you still did good though! I mean, I would’ve lost to Rosey anyways had your stunt not worked. Whole thing about kickers and all...Lemme go get you that drink, alright? We need to talk anyways, bit of business for Estrada Enterprises. Head up to the third floor office, I’ll meetcha there.”


Standing up, Doug feels a bit lighter due to the loss of $150, but isn’t too perturbed by it.


A few minutes later…..


We come back to the third floor office of Estrada Enterprises, the view from the window behind the desk still as breathtaking as it was from when it was two weeks before. With Doug already sitting down in the room, the door clicking open only means that the man himself is here. He walks past Doug before taking a seat, patting his pocket as he takes his seat.


Armando: ”So, Doug, I know you must be curious why I called you up here, no?”


Cameraman Doug: ”A little bit curious, yes Armando.”


Armando: ”Well, let me fill you in: the reason that I had hired you Doug, can you tell me what it was again?”


For a moment, Doug’s mind seems to blank on him as he tries to remember what it was. After a second of hesitation, it comes back to him.


Cameraman Doug: ”To expand Estrada Enterprises’ reaches, right?”


Armando: ”eh, lo suficientemente cerca.”


Reaching down into his desk, he takes out a piece of paper and a pen, the paper being stock-standard loose leaf. Quite a contrast to the pen though, as its design shows it is a higher quality, a full-on fountain pen, as demonstrated by Estrada grabbing a bottle of ink and setting it aside the paper.


”You are right in that signing you would expand the reach of this fine business, but the real reason is for this-”


He takes the pen and dips it in the ink, before putting it to use, writing out one word in what almost would be one stroke. He slides it back over to Doug.


”Do you know what that word means, Doug?”


Cameraman Doug: ”No, but if I can wager a guess, something along the lines of exclusive?”


Armando: ”That’s right, exclusivity. You see...all these people in the U-doublea-F, they all work with what Sr. Carter gives them. They don’t go out and try to find differences, if they need an interview, they take the stock-standards that Sr. Carter provides with a…..few exceptions. But those who questioned the usefulness of whom Sr. Carter provided are either gone or barely relevant. That is where Estrada Enterprises come in, Doug. you see, we consider ourselves to be a talent agency, of sorts. We bring people in who should be viewed as hot commodities, mold them into the best they can be, and bring them back into the fold of the regular industries at an even higher price.”


Estrada spins his chair around, staring out at the world behind him.


”Take Umaga Fatu for example. For years, nobody wanted to have anything to do with him. Even guys like Larry Sweeney in their search for talent wouldn’t touch him, he believed that he’d be too much of a loser. But now? Now, I am molding him into a top competitor, a big name in el mundo de la lucha. The same will be said for Rosey and Jacob, regardless of if they win or lose. No matter what happens to them, at the end of their time in Estrada Enterprises they will emerge as talents better than what they once were. This is the reason I signed you away from Sr. Carter, Doug.”


Nodding to what his boss is saying, Doug tries to look out of the window as well, but is stopped when Estrada spins back around.


Cameraman Doug: ”So you want to make me a better cameraman under your guidance, is that it?”


Armando: ”Algo así. Tell me, what were you doing under Sr. Carter as your boss, Doug?”


Cameraman Doug: ”To be honest...not much. A few house shows, sometimes I got onto Revolution staff if someone called out-”


Armando: ”EXACTLY! And now, now you get to be underneath a boss who can recognize your talent: a boss that prioritizes the inner potential that a talent holds, rather than go based off of years in the company or experience in the industry. While that is all nice, experience and age cannot make up for someone who is no good at their job. You though, I have seen your work. I have seen what you are capable of; if I didn’t think you were a great talent, I wouldn’t have signed you.”


Taking the paper again, he slides it over to Doug, as well as the pen and ink.


”But with that said, Doug, I want you to do one thing for me: Give me some names. People you know in the industry, doesn’t matter if they are in the UWF or somewhere else, just give me somebody, anybody. I’m giving you...how is it put? The lack of doubt?”


Cameraman Doug: ”Uh, the benefit of the doubt?”


Armando: ”Yes, that! I am giving that to you, and giving you an open book. If you need more paper, just let me know, but please, I am trusting you: give me some names to look into, but…”


Estrada raises his hand to Doug, putting out his index finger to the roof.


”Under one condition: do not fuck me over, Doug. I do not care if you put down friends or family on the list...but if you give me only people who are shit at their jobs? There will be no more benefits for you in Estrada Enterprises.”


A chill is sent down Doug’s spine as he looks down at the paper, but before he is able to write anything down, the camera fades out, leaving the names unknown until…


NEXT TIME!



**FIFTEEN MINUTES AFTER LORCAN VS. NEVILLE VS. HAVOC, 7/17/19**



The military-esque courier new font falls upon the center part of the screen, as reveals a gutted and bleeding hand in a backstage area. The hand begins to untie his wrist tape, throwing it on the floor after doing so. It’s not confirmed whose hand it is, but the audience has a pretty good guess judging from the caption.



From above, a bottle of alcohol pours onto the hand with the other hand, no doubt causing a dreaded stinging sensation as the man utters an ‘Ach.’. On a nearby crate, there appears to be a stitching kit, but before the man can withdraw the needle and thread, a voice calls out from behind the lens, the camera panning back to see a member of the medical staff yelling at the man—



Medical Personnel: “Hey, what the hell are you doing? You can cause serious long-term damage by pouring that onto an infected wound!”



The camera pans back to see the man’s face: it’s none other than Oney Lorcan, who stares daggers laced with venom into the medical person’s soul, as it’s apparent he’s been doing some DIY medical care.





Oney Lorcan: “I can take care of myself.”



Medical Personnel: “Just stop what you’re doing, we have some of the top medical staff for athletes in the world, and can give you better care than what you’re doing now. Quit being stupid. Just put down tha—”



The medical staff member is interrupted with a palm strike to the jaw from the Boston Butcher, who falls to the floor in a heap.



Oney Lorcan: “I said I can take care of myself. I don't need your damn doctors."


Lorcan then proceeds to walk away with his sewing kit in one hand and a number one hand sign raised high, with the downed member of staff behind him. The commentators add in their input as he walks away—



Tom Phillips: “Come on! He was just trying to help, Oney!”


Corey Graves: “By insulting his intelligence? You don’t mess with a hurt animal, Phillips, and a wild animal is exactly what Oney Lorcan is.”


Mauro Ranallo: “Regardless, although he’s a noble man, there’s no denying the Boston Butcher has a bad side. It seems this was an appetizer of such.”



The scene fades to black as Oney turns the corner and leaves the scene of the camera; Revolution heads elsewhere.


*we see Jimmy sitting on backstage*

Jimmy: well i'm here to say some things: first off, congrats Oney for advancing to the next round of the KOTR tournament. Neville, it might sound strange for me to say it but, don't attack Oney. The dude pinned me and not you, so you don't have a reason to attack him. Also, you already got a belt why would you want to become a double champion?. I'm not trying to piss you off Neville. I'm just asking if you could not attack Oney until his KOTR tournament participation is over, the dude earned to go to the second round he won against all odds in a match involving you and me.


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a King Of The Ring quarterfinals match set for one fall! Introducing first...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR THE NEW DAY AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!



The theme of the New Day come playing through the speakers. Xavier comes out first by himself and Francesca 2.0 then soon after by Big E and Kofi. He dances down to the ring while playing the three core words:

"NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS! NEW DAY ROCKS!

He makes it into the ring, while the rest of the New Day dance to the back. He gets loudly cheered by the crowd and hops up to the second turnbuckle as he continues to play to the crowd. He jumps down and puts down his trombone as he prepares for his match.

Tony Chimel: And Introducing his opponent...



Dropkick Murphy’s “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” begins to blare through the arena’s speakers, as do a series of cheers from the audience in attendance. From behind the curtain emerges the Boston Butcher himself, Oney Lorcan, who marches briskly down the ramp with a ‘Number One’ hand gesture in the air, determination, and aggression written on his face and traced in every step he takes.



Tony Chimel: “Making his way to the ring, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 200 pounds, ONEY LORCAN!”

Reaching ringside, Oney slaps a few hands of the fan’s hands as they extend themselves, and hops up onto the ring apron. A modest “OH-NEY RULES” chant breaks out, as he throws up a big ‘Number One’ hand sign on the middle turnbuckle, before hopping back down and stepping through the ring ropes. Oney performs the same gesture again, this time to the audience as he wildly throws himself at the ring ropes.



DING DING DING!

The two competitors look at each other in the eyes and know that the other one is as hungry as they are, Oney because he feeds on violence and hasn't fought in a week and Woods cause he's always hungry for some pancakes, anyway they cut right to the chase and enter a tight collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ringת Woods is able to stand his ground for a bit but Oney is Oney and with his ruling power he manages to grab a wristlock which he attempts to turn into a hammerlock but Xavier pulls a sneaky and manages to slide out and grab Oney in a headlock on his there, Woods smiles to the camera but that smile quickly turns to a loud OH SHIT! as Oney slowly lifts him for a backdrop suplex but Woods is quick to show his brains by throwing quick elbows into Oney's neck while screaming no, the ref warns him but fuck that dude, the elbows do stop Oney but concentrating on them made Xavier loosen the headlock which Oney uses to push Xavier away just to grab his tights and pull him back into a german suplex! but Woods lands on his feet!!!

Tom Phillips: So far not a lot of offense in this match but a great showing of their abilities.

Corey Graves: Great showing my ass Phillips, the fans and I came to see a fight, just slap him as hard as you can Oney!

Mauro Ranallo: I'm sure that's what he intends to do Corey, but it looks like Woods has other plans!

Those plans are a dropkick to Oney's back followed by a leg drop followed by a jumping elbow drop and a sliding clothesline to the seated Oney to end the combo! Woods is all smiles and positivity while the crowd is all cheers, which become even louder when after just a few moments Oney simply gets up, adjusts his jaw and unloads a series of uppercuts which ends with a dazed Woods in the corner, Oney quickly sprints to the other corner where he raises the one finger and returns to Woods with a thunderous back elbow! a stunned Woods barely stumbles out of the corner and Oney takes him down with a snapmare before dropping himself on him for a pin!

1...

2.

NO!


Woods kicks out but he's still a bit dazed, Oney don't give a fuck tho as he picks up Woods and simply unloads on him with knife-edge chops but Woods decides that this time he won't back away and when Oney takes a second to collect his breath Woods lets out a battle cry before destroying Lorcan's face with a barrage of forearms but Oney's still standing! it's his turn to scream and this time he chooses an overhead chop and he hits Woods so hard his chest instantly turns pink! however, this wasn't the best choice of a move as Oney's cuts have re-opened and he greets with a nice FUCK before using his other hand to give Woods a STIFFFFFFFFF chops that drops him to a knee while Oney recovers, this doesn't take long as he simply shakes the hand and returns to work and with Xavier on a knee he sees an opportunity for the Half and half suplex, he hooks the half and tries to get the other half but Woods gets back to life and starts waving his arms and moving all over the place to prevent Oney from getting the grip and finally ends the scramble by ramming Oney into the corner but unfortunately the ref was in the way and he gets knocked out!!

Mauro Ranallo: Oh my they knocked out the ref! what's going to happen now?!

Corey Graves: No ref equals a party, Mauro! let's get some weapon in here and mash that unicorn's horn into dust!

Tom Phillips: Why are you so aggressive all the time? who hurt you? just know I'm here for you.

Corey Graves: Forget the unicorn, get him instead.

Corey was half right and without the ref and while they're still scrambling Woods runs backward expecting a corner but instead launches himself and Oney over the top rope! he quickly gets back to his feet just to find out Oney got to his earlier and meet a lariat to the face! Oney roars in pure emotion but is stopped by a fan from ringside ramming a chair into his brain, it's Adrian Neville! he climbs over the barricade and begins smashing the chair into Oney's seemingly unconscious body and after a while relaxes, smirks and throws Oney back into the ring and then leaves ringside just as Woods gets back to his senses, he sees that Oney is knocked out in the ring and doesn't ask questions, he immediately jumps on the apron then the top rope before walking a bit on the rope for some reason and dropping the Limit Break on Lorcan! he goes and wakes up the ref and rushes for the pin

1....

2.....

3!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and one of the four semi-finalists in the King Of The Ring Tournament, Xavier Woods!!



Xavier couldn't be happier as he gets his hand raised and gets on the ropes to celebrate with the fans little before leaving and letting the fed move elsewhere


The scene opens on Finn Bálor freaking out, pacing back and forth within his hotel room. He’s talking to himself as he paces.

Finn Bálor: Maybe if I just let him go… no no.. that’ll never work.

He takes a moment as if he’s listening to someone..

Finn Bálor: No! I can’t just kill him. How will we ever win the league without Harry Kane? I suppose.. we have been playing much better without him ... No! No! I can’t do that.

Whilst Bálor is pacing and talking to himself. Kane is in the closet, trying to shout and scream for help. He has his mouth duct-taped though, so nothing is coming out of his mouth. He looks on at Finn as he talks to himself.. Or is he? Bálor finally snaps out of it and focuses on the matter at hand.

Finn Bálor: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh wait..

Bálor picks up his cellphone from his bedside table and dials a number, we do not see who he is calling.

RING RING

RING RING

Finn Bálor: Come on! What could he be doing right now?

The shot fades from Bálor and the scene opens upon Adrian Neville picking up the phone and putting it up to his ear, with a sneer of disgust from the incident earlier tonight.

Adrian Neville: What the fuck do you want then?

Finn Bálor: Fella.. I seriously need your help, I’ve messed up, big time.

Adrian Neville: So why have you came crawling to me of all people? Surely when you’ve been away in darker avenues you must’ve got people to sort any shit like this no?

Finn Bálor: Fella, knock it off. You’re Adrian Neville for christ’s sake! You’ve definitely had a problem like mine, I’m absolutely sure of it.

Adrian Neville: So what is this problem you seem to be so shaken up about then boy?

Finn Bálor: So.. you know Harry Kane, right? Probably the best English striker in football since your man, Alan Shearer? Have ya seen the news recently? That might be my fault..

Adrian Neville: So what do you expect me to do about it? Call the police like I should for a criminal like you? Wow, I can’t believe you’d be so unlawful and rebellious. Shame on you young man.

Finn Bálor: Oh come on, don’t act like you’ve never been in a situation like this before! I need your help, fella. What do I do with him? Do I just let him go or what?

Adrian Neville: Ooh aren’t you desperate about this situation, eh? Don’t worry, I’ll sort it out for you mate, I can’t talk to you fully about it on here mate, I’ll give you the address, 3pm sharp. Bring him, sedate him or something, I don’t give a shit.

Neville hangs up suddenly on Finn without allowing him to respond to what he said, to negotiate about meeting or anything. Bálor lowers his phone from his ear and takes a deep breath. He hasn’t heard muffling from Harry Kane for a while. As he turns around, Harry Kane looks to be unconscious. As Finn walks over to investigate further, he notices that he isn’t actually breathing. He kicks the lifeless body before checking Kane’s pulse and muttering to himself.

Finn Bálor: Shite! …. well I guess that means I won’t need to sedate him.. we’re never gonna win the premier league now for fucks sake!

Bálor grimaces at the sight of the now deceased Harry Kane. He decides to use the bedsheet to wrap up the body. Before lugging it over his shoulder and carefully making his way out of the hotel. He loads the body into the trunk of the car and leaves the hotel. The scene fades as Bálor drives off into the distance.

One hour later…

Finn Bálor: Come on.. Pick up the fucking phone!

RING RING

RING RING

Adrian Neville: Who the fuck is this and what the fuck do you want?

Finn Bálor: It’s me, where am I supposed to be going here?

Adrian Neville: Oh you, it’s this pub in Ware.

Finn Bálor: Where in Ware?!

Adrian Neville: Nice one, this pub called the Victoria I do believe? A nice overlook on the River Lee, if you catch my drift.

Finn Bálor: Right, I’ll make my way over to you now. I’ll be as quick as I can.

Bálor hangs up the call and makes his way to the Victoria pub. The scene transitions to Bálor’s car pulling up to the pub. He can see Adrian Neville waiting outside for him. He parks the car and heads over to him. He extends his hand for a handshake to a complete ignore from Neville.



Finn Bálor: Well.. thanks for coming. I’m surprised you actually turned up..

Adrian Neville: What did you expect of me? A liar? A man not of his word? If that’s what you thought then you’re looking at the wrong man.

Finn Bálor: No, fella.. I just mean after your comment about dropping me in it.

Adrian Neville: Well you never know mate, they’re always listening. I could be wearing a wire as far as you know. Spoiler, I ain’t.

Finn Bálor: Riiiiight… so.. should we?

Adrian Neville: Yes… let’s get a pint. What do you drink?

Finn Bálor: No.. no.. I meant about the.. y’know. The problem I’ve got.

Adrian Neville: What problem Finn? As far as I know this is a nice sunny day, there’s a nice umbrella over there for me to sit down and have a pint with my mate, everything is cushty.

Finn Bálor: Come on, fella. I’m not really here for a pint am I?

Adrian Neville: What are you asking from me Finn? Sorry to disappoint but I’m not for hire.

Finn Bálor: For fucks sake, man. Kane?

Adrian Neville: The big red machine?

Finn Bálor: No, ya dipshit. Harry Kane!

Adrian Neville: Oh alrighty then. So, what did you bring with you for it?

Finn Bálor: He’s wrapped in a bed sheet in my car. What are you expecting from me? I’m not Jeffrey Dahmer for christ’s sake.

Adrian Neville: You planning to chuck him in just like that?

Finn Bálor: What? You said you’d help me sort it?

Adrian Neville: I will, I just wanted to see your expectations for this.

Finn Bálor: I mean, I guess we’re gonna have to throw him in the river, right? There’s no other way.

Adrian Neville: Pull the car closer in then mate, you can’t expect to drag the dead body through the pub!

Finn Bálor: Shhh, keep it down! What if somebody hears you, ya bleeding moron.

Adrian Neville: It ain’t gonna be me the one locked away is it? I mean after all, I’ve not even seen the pissing body.

Bálor shakes his head and takes a big deep breath before heading over to the car and pulling it in even closer to the river. He pops the trunk open to reveal Harry’s body. Bálor gets out of his car.

Finn Bálor: Alright, fella.. go ahead, take a look. I feel like I’ll throw up if I look at him again. I just can’t believe you sometimes.

Adrian Neville: The fuck?

Finn Bálor: I know, mate. It’s just disgusting to look at.

Adrian Neville: That’s one way to put it. Are you sure the body was like this when you put it in the car? I sure hope not.

Finn Bálor: Err… yeah? What are you talking bout?

Adrian Neville: See for yourself.

Finn heads to the rear of the car and looks into the trunk.

Finn Bálor: Oh, fuck.



TO BE CONTINUED... again.


INT. BACKSTAGE - NIGHT



Chris Jericho: And now that I’ve beaten Vinny Marseglia and won the UWF Championship for a second time, I stand as the undisputed King of the UWF. There is nobody to stand in my way as I fulfill my promise to continue to cement my legacy as the Greatest of All Time.

Renee Young: What are you doing?

What is Chris doing? He’s got what looks like a UWF Championship belt around his waist, and talking about winning the title again as if he’s already done it.

Chris Jericho: Practicing.

Renee Young: Practicing? Is that the UWF Championship?

Chris Jericho: Nope. It’s a replica. I’m not crazy enough to steal the real UWF Championship. Not yet anyway.

Renee Young: Isn’t it bad luck to cut promos before you win the belt?

Chris Jericho: Relax Renee. I did the same thing before the Festival of Jericho and it turned out fine.

Renee Young: I just don’t think you should be jinxing yourself.

Chris Jericho: What do I have to worry about? I just have to beat Vinny again.

Renee Young: Well, what if Suzuki wins the title at Heatwave?

Chris Jericho: Even better. I just beat him like 3 weeks ago.

Renee Young: Plus you have to win the King of the Ring tournament before you can even think about SummerSlam.

Chris Jericho: Renee, I’ve done this twice now. I think I know what I’m doing.

Renee Young: But this year’s field is tougher than ever.

Chris Jericho: They say that every year. Go ahead, throw some names at me.

Renee Young: Well you have to get past Noam Dar tonight.

Chris Jericho: Obviously Renee. Who am I facing next week?

Renee Young: If you win tonight, you’re facing either Xavier Woods-

Chris Jericho: Who hasn’t won a single match outside of that jobber battle royal and is only here because of that.

Renee Young: -or Oney Lorcan.

Chris Jericho: Y’know, when I faced Cesaro last year, it felt like when I faced Aleister Black two years ago. It’s almost like they’re connected somehow, but I can’t figure out how. It’s like they’re completely different people but they feel like they’re almost the same person. It’s really weird. I get that feeling with Oney too. Always seems to happen around July.

Renee Young: And you beat Cesaro and Aleister Black in those matches. You think you’d beat Lorcan?

Chris Jericho: Oh yeah. Move on to the other side of the bracket. I want to see who I could face in the finals.

Renee Young: Johnny Morrison.

Chris Jericho: He won this tournament like a billion years ago. He thinks he can try again. Who does he have tonight?

Renee Young: Kevin Nash.

Chris Jericho: Well I guess I shouldn’t dwell too much on Johnny then should I?

Renee Young: What about Kevin?

Chris Jericho: When I entered this tournament, I dedicated my performance to my friends; Mike, Johnny, Tommaso… Kevin’s the reason why they’re gone. He’s since apologized privately to me about it, but still, I’d love to get the chance to kick his ass just once. Just once to give me closure for this whole ordeal.

Renee Young: Aleister Black.

Chris Jericho: Vinny challenged for the UWF Championship twice before he won the Rumble. The first time was when he was still Television Champion, and the second was weeks after he lost the title. He’d only been facing lower card talent, not main event players. Then he went to Resistance, got used to being in the main event, and found himself UWF Champion before long. Aleister’s in that first part, where he’s not used to the higher competition yet. He’ll get there, but he’s gotta work his way up there instead of just jumping right in.

Renee Young: Samoa Joe.

Chris Jericho: I never got to face Bobby Roode a second time. I never got to get another shot at Kurt Angle. They both left the company before I could get a chance. I’m over it now, but it still really sucks to not have gotten another chance to beat them. With Joe I could be getting another chance. He beat me at Backlash, but I’ve never lost to a man twice in a row.

Renee Young: I'm not so sure abou-

Chris Jericho: Sweeney is an anomaly. That doesn’t count.

Renee Young: Wow, you’ve really got all this figured out.

Chris Jericho: Yep. It’s all mapped out in my head.

Renee Young: Is that what you were working on over here?

Chris Jericho: Nope. This was mostly just me fine-tuning the choreography for The Festival of Jericho II. It’s gonna be a riot.

Renee Young: I’m sure it will. Well, I’ll leave you to your work. Good luck tonight.

Chris Jericho: Thanks Renee.

Renee exits the area, leaving Chris once again alone with his replica title.

Chris Jericho: And now back to what I was doing. Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember. Mauro Ranallo says Mauro Ranallo: Mama mia! It’s Larry Sweeney! and Tom Phillips says Tom Phillips: But Jericho hits him with a Codebreaker outta nowhere! and Corey Graves says Corey Graves: Fuck you Phillips. Yep, sounds about right. Let's take it from the top.

Fin.


[Scene opens where Roman Reigns is walking towards over to the Interview section while Carly Caruso stands beside of him]

Carly Caruso: Ladies and Gentlemen I'm standing here with the one in only The Big Dog himself Roman Reigns.

[Fans Cheers in the background for Roman)

Roman|Reigns: thanks for having me Carly.

Carly Caruso: Roman last Wednesday on Revolution you let Aleister Black. defeat you and El Ligero in a triple threat match on Revolution can you tell us what's next for The Big Dog

Roman|Reigns: it doesn't matter anymore Charley. I mean what's the big Idea of losing a match to someone that I can barely  know in that is why I got someone else in mind and that person is none other then El Ligero. he's the one that I will fight at heatwave in a No Holds Barred match on Heatwave.

Carly Caruso: but Roman. what if Ligero doesn't except your offer at heatwave.

Roman|Reigns: if Ligero. don't accept my offer for Heat wave then I'll just go find someone to booked that match to happen between Ligero verses me in a No Holds Barred on Heat wave on UWF.

Carly Caruso: and do you think that he might considering you his offer if he does accept your Opinion then that means it's a official at Heat wave.

Roman|Reigns: Like I said if he agrees or disagrees then I'm still gonna fight him either way at Heat wave or Summer Slam it's really up to him but I ain't afraid of El Ligero I meet him last Wednesday in our match together when we was fighting each other except for Aleister Black of course but all I know is that he better agree my challenge for Heat wave and if he doesn't accept my offer then I'll fight him at Summer Slam instead of Heat wave on UWF.

Reigns: Believe that!

{Roman walks away from Carly Caruso when she continues talking}

Carly Caruso: there you have it folks cause on Revolution Roman Reigns will be getting his wish at Heat wave when he faces El Ligero in a No Holds barred match on UWF network.

Carly Caruso: and we hope that sooner or later that match will be made by our Revolution GM EC3 could probably make that match happen with Ligero vs Reigns in a No Holds barred match on Heat wave.

[Camera fades when we head Straight down to our ring announcer Tony Chimel to introduce to our next contest of the evening]


As Revolution continues, The Samoan Strike Force are seen walking down the hallway with Armando side-by-side with Umaga and Rosey side-by-side with Jacob behind them. As they’re walking, suddenly their opponents for the night, the Guerrillas of Destiny, come from around a corner behind them and grab Jacob unbeknownst to the others.

As the other three keep walking, the brothers throw Jacob into the wall and when he bounces off, Tama Tonga picks him up and, in one fluid motion, drops him with the Fireman’s Carry Flapjack he calls Ghost Face. Tama and Tanga now put the boots to Jacob as suddenly, Umaga and Rosey come rushing back but the brothers high tail it out of there before anything can be done to them. Umaga and Rosey check on Jacob as things pan to the stage.

Out from the back walks Armando Alejandro Estrada, no music playing. Instead, just making his way into the ring, microphone in hand.

Armando Alejandro Estrada: "Señoras y señores, ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to the new demolition crew of the UWF, to those who will actively destroy who stands before them! WELCOME, THE..

Before Armando can finish, Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa come running through the crowd, hop the barricade, and slide into the ring behind him as they both knock him to the mat. Both men start stomping on him before they stop and Tanga tells his brother to pick him up. Tama happily obliges as Tanga grabs Armando and puts him in position, bringing him down to the canvas with a Powerbomb! They continue to put the boots to him when...



The assault stops as Rosey comes walking out and stops at the top of the ramp looking intensely down to the ring at the two brothers who just laugh and resume beating on Armando, thinking they’ve got plenty of time but then the big man breaks into a sprint and hits the ring at a speed someone half his size could make it as he gets to his feet and rushes the one closest to him, Tanga Loa, knocking him down simply by thrusting his upper body forward.

Tama hits the ropes during this time and goes for a Cross Body but Rosey catches him horizontally and steps forward, putting one knee to the mat and planting his other foot as he drops Tama over his knee with a Backbreaker. Umaga is ringside now as Rosey rolls Armando to him. Umaga helps Armando out of the ring and begins up the ramp as Rosey motions for the bell.

DING DING!

Tom Phillips: He’s going to do this by himself?

As both brothers get up, they’re ready for Rosey and Rosey’s ready for them but the referee holds them apart and lets G.O.D. know they have to pick someone to start the match. It is decided Tama Tonga will start things off as Tanga Loa heads over to their corner and steps through the ropes to stand on the apron. Tama immediately goes on the offensive as he blasts Rosey with a boot to the upper body but Rosey doesn’t seem to be affected much by it.

Tama sees this and follows up, this time with a stiff looking punch as Rosey’s head rocks with the impact but he doesn’t budge. However, as Rosey fires back with a punch of his own, Tama’s head not only rocks with the impact but he is also forced to take a step or two back. Tama retakes those steps forward and hits Rosey harder this time but the big man still only has his head rocked by the impact as he retaliates again, this time dropping an elbow onto the top of Tama’s head as Tama dizzily staggers back and forth but then gets angry and throws another punch, still having the same effect.

Mauro Ranallo: Astounding! Tama Tonga has thrown three devastating punches that would’ve taken down nearly any other opponent but Rosey hasn’t been forced from his vertical base an inch!

Furious, Tama goes for a fourth but Rosey rocks forward and headbutts him as he staggers dizzily towards the ropes. Tama catches himself on the ropes and leans into them, using them to propel himself at Rosey as he leaps up and throws a Superman Punch, no doubt mockingly, as Rosey is forced to take a few steps backward but ultimately remains standing. Tama is furious as he creates some distance between them and goes for a Spear but upon hitting the big man, falls downward from where impact was made and is at Anoa’i’s feet.

Big Anoa’i grabs Tama and brings him up to his knees, placing one hand on his shoulder and dropping elbow after elbow into Tama’s head with the other arm. After connecting with an amount he’s satisfied with, Anoa’i guides the Guerrilla to his feet. Once Tama is to a vertical base, Rosey scoops him up then puts him upside down and holds him there before bringing him back down with a Powerslam. As Tama pops up, holding his back from the impact, Rosey grabs him and turns him around, scooping him up and hitting another Powerslam! Tama pops up again as Rosey grabs him once more for a third consecutive Powerslam!

This time when he pops up, Rosey kicks him in the back and Tama is now stationary in a sitting position as Rosey applies the Tongan Death Grip!

Corey Graves: Could be all over but the crying already!

”Nah, fuck that!” yells Tanga Loa as he leaps over the top rope and, in a blind rage, goes for a Spear-Tackle but instead of making it over to Rosey, the official who was coming to restrain him gets caught in the crossfire and the move takes him down hard. Rosey sees this and releases the hold, throwing Tama towards his brother as Tanga catches him but it turns out to be a diversion as Rosey connects with a Savate Kick, laying him out.

Rosey sits Tanga up much like he did earlier to Tama and grabs his shoulder with one hand, laying into the top of his head with stiff elbows using the other arm. As earlier, once he’s thrown enough of them to satisfy, he brings Tanga to a vertical base and scoops him up, bringing him down with a Powerslam! Rosey goes to follow up but suddenly, Rosey gets hit in the back with a steel chair shot. Anoa’i looks at Tama angrily as Tama flips him off before swinging the chair again, Anoa’i taking a direct shot to the head that causes him to wince for a moment but as Tama raises the chair, it’s bent and Rosey is still standing.

Tom Phillips: Rosey showing the same toughness that Umaga displayed last week.

Mauro Ranallo: No matter how you slice it, that’s intimidating wherewithal.

Corey Graves: I thought Umaga was the monster of this group but with a sixty-six pound difference, I may stand corrected.

Tama hits him repeatedly in a rage but it only causes more damage to the chair. As Tama winds way back and then swings, Anoa’i smacks the chair away as he hits Tama with a headbutt, sending him staggering back as Anoa’i guides him to the nearest corner. Rosey gradually brings him up the turnbuckle and has Tama hooked for a Superplex but over runs Tanga as he delivers an uppercut directly to the groin! As Rosey hunches and teeters back, Tanga slips into position and, for a moment takes on the brunt of all of Rosey’s weight before bringing him to the mat with a Powerbomb!

Tanga exits the ring as Tama leaps from the top with a Frog Splash and makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THR...NO!

At the last possible moment, Jacob Fatu leaps onto Tama with a Double Axe Handle and breaks up the pin. Tama gets up saying, ”Who the fuck...” and then stops as he’s now face-to-face with Fatu. Jacob stomps on Tama’s foot and when he bends down, hooks his head. As he hooks Tama’s head, he sees Tanga standing there with the chair. He throws a punch with his free hand Tanga smacks it away and blasts Jacob in the head!

As Jacob goes down, Tanga exits the ring as Tama is standing there looking at the two fallen men, Jacob bleeding from a gash created by a sharp edge on the chair caused by the way it’s bent. Tama walks over and gets some of the blood on his fingertips, smelling it and then tasting a bit before smearing the rest across his chest. He now yells at Jacob, ”Smells and tastes like pussy to me! I told you mother fuckers we not family!”

Tom Phillips: What an ugly turn this has taken.

Mauro Ranallo: Even so, credit has to be given to the teamwork.

Corey Graves: And that crazy Powerbomb on Rosey. My God what a move!

Tama walks over and stomps on Fatu’s face several times, enough to get blood on his boot as he heads over to Rosey and puts his boot directly on his face, grinding it in and getting Fatu’s blood on Rosey. Tama turns to Jacob again and delivers a big stomp to the abdomen, causing him to sit up coughing. Tama puts his boot to Jacob’s face and pushes him back to the mat, flipping him off as he exits the ring, Tanga joining him as they head up the ramp.

But as they arrive near the top, Umaga walks out and crosses his arms, shaking his head at them. They look at Umaga, then at each other, before deciding to turn around and head back to the ring but as they arrive at the end of the ramp, another surprise awaits as Jacob Fatu comes through the ropes with a Suicide Dive! They angrily all get up, Fatu throwing punches and both of his opponents throwing punches when suddenly Rosey comes through the ropes with a Suicide Dive of his own!

Rosey and Jacob Fatu, crimson mask and all, get up and roll the two in the ring and follow after them as G.O.D. get to their feet. Jacob walks over to Tama as he sticks up both middle fingers right in Tama’s face. Tama looks angry as Jacob open hand slaps him across the face as he yells, ”You’re right, bitch!” before punching his opponent right in the stomach and following up with, ”We aren’t family!” as he connects with a Throat Thrust that straightens Tama up and sends him staggering back but Tanga catches him.

Tanga and Tama approach Jacob but Big Anoa’i stands next to the young Fatu. The Strike Force charge and G.O.D. charge, both going for a Double Clothesline as both connect and all four men fall at the same time. Tama, Tanga, and Jacob all kip back up as G.O.D. gesture mockingly to Rosey. ”How’s his fat ass gon’ get up? and at that, Rosey kips up too!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! The four hundred plus pounder just kipped to his feet like a man half his size!

Corey Graves: Well Tama is two hundred and nine pounds so with Rosey at four hundred and sixteen, he’s twice his size almost to the pound!

Rosey goes after both men and takes them down with a Double Clothesline on his own and turns to face G.O.D. as they get back up. Once up, Rosey connects with a headbutt to Tama, then one to Tanga before creating some distance between them. Distance now existing, Rosey charges and leaps up, taking them down again with a massive Cross Body! Rosey stays there as Jacob goes to the top rope, then rolls off of them as Jacob leaps off the top with an Elbow Drop to the throat of Tanga as Rosey hits a Leg Drop to the throat of Tama.

Both the, “Silverback” and the, “Bad Boy” sit up holding their throats as Rosey grabs Tama and Jacob grabs Tanga as both members of the Samoan Strike Force throw their respective member of G.O.D. onto their shoulders as Jacob hits an impactful Samoan Drop onto the canvas and Rosey, with all his might, slams Tama on top of his brother with a Samoan Drop of his own as Tama rolls away and both men lie there writhing in pain.

Tama and Tanga each climb to their knees as the Samoans approach but the Guerrillas have a plan as they each punch one of their opponents directly in the groin. As Jacob falls to his knees and Rosey crumples to the mat, the brothers grab Jacob and throw him in the direction of the referee, who is about to his feet but with his back turned to the action. Jacob collides with him and the official crashes and burns to the outside but Tama and Tanga grab Jacob as he’s going over the ropes and pull him back in.

Loa holds Fatu’s arms behind his back as Tama starts teeing off on the upper body of Fatu, laying the strikes in stiff. Tama backs away now and Tanga lifts Jacob up by his arms before falling and planting him face first into the mat. Tanga stands him back up, hooking the arms behind the back again, and Tama starts in with the punches as before, this time throwing some at the face.

Tama then curls his arm inward and hits Jacob in the throat with a stiff elbow as Jacob immediately responds with a gasp of pain and a cough of blood and saliva in Tama’s face. In an unorthodox move, Jacob leans forward and bites the nose of his opponent. After a moment, Jacob stops and slightly backs away, then he rocks forward and throws Tanga into him, both brothers falling to the mat as Jacob now has his arms free and stretches his arms out to his sides flexing and letting out a tribal roar.

Tom Phillips: After what he’s been through tonight, one has to wonder how Jacob Fatu is doing all of this!

Mauro Ranallo: Bloodied and banged up, Jacob Fatu is still fighting strong.

Corey Graves: I’ll give you that but how long until the gas tank empties?

As Tama and Tanga get up, Jacob leaps up and hits Tanga with a dropkick, sending him backwards through the ropes. As Fatu is getting up, Tama connects with a Running Knee to the face before beginning to rain down on his upper back with clubbing blows but soon, the big man returns to the fray as he comes up behind Tama and lifts him into Electric Chair Drop position before throwing him upward, catching him on his shoulders horizontally, and falling backward with another ring rumbling Samoan Drop!

Rosey gets up and it’s seen that the two are feeling the exhaustion as Tanga re-enters the ring with a sledgehammer and swings it downward at Fatu but Rosey pushes Jacob aside and takes the hit himself. As Rosey goes down, Tanga discards the weapon as he helps Tama up and grab Jacob. Tama hooks his opponent’s head under his arm and hooks one of his arms up as Tanga lifts Fatu’s legs up unto his shoulders. They simultaneously heave their Fatu up a bit higher before they both drop down to a seated position, driving him face first into the mat with the move known as Guerrilla Warfare!

Tom Phillips: Not like this!

Mauro Ranallo: And ironically, just as the ref’s coming to!

Tanga exits the ring as Tama goes for the cover.

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DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Guerrillas of Destiny!

The G.O.D. spit on their fallen opponents as they then exit the ring and start heading up the ramp.

Tom Phillips: It was underhanded the way they did it, but the G.O.D. are walking away with the win.

Mauro Ranallo: Says a lot when cheating is the only way to beat a team. Despite losses, the Samoan Strike Force are a force to be reckoned with.

Corey Graves: Looking good in defeat but trust me, it won’t be long before the wins start piling up.


AND NOW KFC PRESENTS UWF BEHIND THE SCENES






We get a flashback to last weeks King of the Ring Quarterfinal match up between AJ Styles, Kevin Nash, and Drew McIntyre



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HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE QUARTERFINALS OF THE KING OF THE RING KEVIN NASH



Mauro Ranello: Big Sexy is moving onto the Quarterfinals of the King of the Ring tournament.



Tom Phillips: Guys things are looking good for Drew McIntyre that Jacknife took it out for him.



EMTs are going towards Drew McIntyre and checking on him. We get a shot cut to AJ Styles being helped by an EMT. The EMT is mic'd up and we hear the exchange between Styles and the EMT.



EMT: AJ? AJ you good.



AJ Styles: Yeah were good. Now just get off of me.



The image shows the EMT's loading McIntyre on the stretcher and we cut to more images and the lights around them go dark and than we cut to an image of the backstage of the UWF with all the sights and images of the superstars backstage we get to a frame of seeing AJ Styles walking backstage







The camera cuts more frames and then we get to AJ Styles backstage sitting on some production crates and he talks to the camera man



AJ Styles: Y'know it sucks. I was confident coming into this match and too lose knowing I wasn't the one to get pinned sucks. But, hey all that matters right now is calling my wife and talking to my daughter and seeing how she is taking everything.



We cut to another image of Styles on the phone and it is on speaker as AJ begins to speak



AJ Styles: Yeah it was a bummer Wendy. I really thought I had the match tonight. Hey, can you put Annie on the phone for me.



Annie: Hey Daddy!



AJ Styles: Hey sweety. I know I didn’t win tonight but did you watch the show tonight.



Annie: Oh, it’s okay daddy Johnny Morrison won so that’s okay.



AJ Styles: Wait what… No sweety remember I beat Johnny Morrison.



Annie: Yeah that was in the past, but he is now going to be in the King of the Ring. Any daddy it is time for my bath I’ll talk to you later.



AJ Styles doesn’t even say goodbye to his wife as he hangs up the phone and he puts it to his side frustrated at not only the loss but his daughter choosing Johnny Morrison over him.



We cut back to the arena and we see the commentators



Tom Phillips: Well AJ Styles is having a rough go right now with his daughters.



Corey Graves: Well Tom I got good news for you because AJ Styles told me he has the week off, and he is sending us some exclusive footage of him going to understand why his daughter loves Johnny Morrison.



Mauro Ranello: Well hopefully AJ’s friends can help him out. Cause I feel Johnny Morrison might be in the cerebral cortex of AJ Styles.





We cut to AJ Styles outside a house. Styles goes and he knocks on a door and all of a sudden, an old face answers the door.



Christopher Daniels: AJ? AJ Styles is that you!



AJ Styles: Hey CD! Long time no see my friend.



The two old friends hug as the separate and Christopher Daniels talks



Christopher Daniels: AJ come in have some appletinis and let’s catch up.



AJ Styles: As great as that sounds Chris I am not really here to catch up.



Christopher Daniels: Oh, then what is the honor of seeing you at my doorstep?



AJ Styles: CD do you know Johnny Morrison.



Christopher Daniels: Oh of course I love that guy!



AJ Styles: It seems like everyone does.



Christopher Daniels: What do you not like him?



AJ Styles: No, I don’t and worse of all my daughter loves him, and I just don’t get it. I figure you CD would know a guy or not a reason why everyone loves the dude.



Christopher Daniels: The guy is just a stand-up dude. A man with a mind for days and just has some cool charisma about him, but yeah man I feel you on the kids’ stuff. It always did eat me up when my kids loved other wrestlers than their dad, but most of them are boys I couldn’t think of my daughter liking another male wrestler like that. Tell you what you remember Matt Sydal?



AJ Styles: Matt yeah what about him?



Christopher Daniels: See Matt he is on that level Johnny Morrison is on maybe if you can learn to understand his line of thinking you can understand why your daughter likes him, and it can maybe take off whatever stress you may be feeling.



AJ Styles: Cool thanks CD therefore I turned to you man thanks a lot.



Christopher Daniels: Anytime my friend.



The scene fades away and we move onto the next image in the UWF show.





AJ Styles arrives to a random open area and he is confused.



AJ Styles: Hey Bixby is this the right area? This is just an open area.



Bixby: You are at your destination.



AJ Styles: Man, I am not sure I think CD took me to a weird area.



AJ exits his car and he is walking around and he hears the familiar voice of Matt Sydal



Matt Sydal: Who dares comes to my grounds with that plague.



AJ Styles: Oh Matt long time no



Matt Sydal puts his hands up and AJ stops talking and Sydal begins speak



Matt Sydal: You come to my place. The land where I like to see the future and not only do you bring that polluting vehicle known as a automobile and also this technological device.



Matt Sydal grabs AJ’s phone and he throws it.



AJ Styles: Matt what the hell are you doing?



Matt Sydal: Shhhhhh AJ I am here to help you. Obviously you’ve come to my land to search for something, and that something is your third eye.



AJ Styles: Third eye?



Matt Sydal: Yes AJ your third eye is completely shut and it isn’t even close to opening anytime soon stick with me AJ follow me and we will open your third eye and all your questions will be answered.



AJ Styles goes and he shrugs at this point desperate to learn more as Sydal puts his hand over his forehead humming something as the segment ends.



The screen suddenly goes dark, a message appears, and then a familiar movie theme begins to play...




EPISODE II 

ATTACK OF THE ROASTERS


Supernova 11 is on a roll. Having so far been able to upset all the odds with
an impressive start, the new hero of UWF now faces his biggest challenge 
to date, the King of the Ring tournament.


After overcoming two of Jabba The Hutt's henchmen last week, Supernova 11
now moves on to the next target standing in the way of the throne, former UWF
Champion and internationally acclaimed loser, Chris Jericho.


With the battle lines now drawn, Dar begins making the key battle
preparations that will see him through his upcoming challenge
and on to King of the Ring glory....


The text fades away and the camera pans down to a dark room with some spotlights focusing on a chair in the centre of it with the words 'Director' written on it. Outside of the spotlight circle there is another chair which is currently occupied by Noam Dar. The Scot is holding on to a clipboard and pen as the camera begins to focus in on him.

Noam Dar: So in order tae make this Dar Wars production more marketable and desirable tae the punters, because that's supposedly the most important issue that needs addressed according tae the shareholders...It needs tae be directed by an artist and a visionary. Tae put it in simple terms, someone that's less like loserboy Chris Jericho, and more like good old me. Therefore I will now be conducting director auditions. Whilst each candidate does have a proven track record when it comes tae making blockbusters, I'm not here tae kiss their arse and praise their past glories. Instead I will be giving all the candidates 15 seconds maximum for them tae convince me that they are the right person for this job. So without further ado, let's get the first candidate in the chair.

The director candidates then form a line by the side of the lights. The one at the front makes his way to the chair and takes a seat...



Michael Bay: Well if you wanna make this a hit then you know you're gonna need explosions, lots and lots of explosions, you know I have a buddy that sells propane...

Noam Dar: I like your thinking, but there's more tae this saga than just blowing stuff up! Next!



James Cameron: I can make you some serious money on this picture. You'll have to wait 8 years for it to be released though, as I need time to perfect it. And then there'll be another 10 years on top of that if you want the sequel...

Noam Dar: A large chunk of the potential viewing audience will probably be dead by the time we get tae that period! Next!



Guillermo Del Toro: Puede alguien llamar a mi agente. Creo que he sido punked!

Noam Dar: And folk say they have a hard time trying tae understand me. You've got nae chance mate! Next!



Peter Jackson: Now this is exactly the kind of project I'm after. Do you mind if we move all of the production for it to New Zealand though?

Noam Dar: In what way does that make any logistical sense? Next!



George Lucas: I can make this movie a success by giving about 95% of it a digital effects coating. Also the background of this whole thing seems vaguely familiar...

Noam Dar: Ermmm..No it doesnae'! Next! Move along!



Anthony Russo: Well as you might be aware, the two of us just got done with a really hot project.

Joe Russo: Yeah and with the buzz that's generated we want to carry that over into something new and cool.

Noam Dar: Notice the words on the chair reads 'Director' not 'Directors' gentlemen. No way am I paying two salaries for one job! Next!



Quentin Tarantino: You know what, just do us both a favor and give me the damn job, otherwise I'm shutting your butt down!

Noam Dar: Okay you legitimately scare me to the point where I'd fear for my own life if I were tae say no. Consider yourself hired!

Quentin Tarantino: Excellent! I'll get Samuel L. Jackson signed up for a starring role right away!

The two men then approach one another and shake hands. Tarantino looks genuinely over the moon with his new business venture, whereas Dar on the other hand smiles awkwardly and in a quick panic turns towards the camera and motions for the feed to cut...


WOLFPAC IN DA HOUUUUUUUSE!



The crowd erupts in cheers as the Wolf howl echoes throughout the arena. Scott Hall comes sliding from behind the curtain in his signature fashion. He pauses a moment on the entrance stage and throws one arm out to the side and the other over his head and pointing towards the stage as Kevin Nash comes walking out in all his coolness. Nash pauses to give Scott a Wolfpac salute before hoisting his fist up over his head.


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 begin 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.


DING DING DING


Morrison and Nash start to circle around the ring once the bell rings and Nash even sticks out his hand for a shake. Morrison looks down at it, a little cautious but gives Nash the benefit of the doubt since it seems like he's turned over a new leaf and opts to shake it. Nash squeezes his hand and cock his fist back before playfully smiling and letting go. Morrison smiles back and the two get ready to go. Nash goes in for a tie up but Morrison evades it, knowing full well Nash has the power advantage. He kicks Nash on the outside of the leg for his troubles. Kevin winces a bit but shakes it off. Johnny is bouncing back and forth, trying to stay quick on his feet and it appears to be working, Nash keeping on trying to get a hold of him but Morrison dodging and kicking him.


Mauro Ranallo: Great strategy here from Morrison Corey.

Corey Graves: Yeah and not so great strategy from Kevin. I think he was much more effective when he used to just get in there and dominate people without a care for the rules or sportsmanship.

Tom Phillips: He's turned over a new leaf.

Corey Graves: You ever heard of the saying "You can't teach an old dog new tricks"? Big Kev doesn't have the athleticism or spryness to do things fair and square. He'll wake up from this experiment soon.


Nash moves in to grab Morrison again and Johnny easily dodges it once more except Nash this time spins around with a backfist that catches Morrison off guard and makes him lose his balance. Nash moves in quick, or as quick as someone his age can and starts putting the boots to a downed Morrison. He picks up Johnny off the mat and grabs his head with both hands. Next thing you know he hruls Johnny across the ring the but the Prince of Parkour glides through the air and lands on his feet Nash can't help but look impressed as Morrison stands there. That soon fades from his face though when Johnny lifts his hand up and tells Nash to bring it. Big Kev comes running forward and Morrison side steps him to let him run into the corner. Nash is able to stop himself before he collides but Morrison jumps onto the ropes, springboarding off with the flying chuck to kick Kev in the side of the head! He goes down and Johnny quickly hops on him for the pin.



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Kevin kicks out with so much power that Morrison ends up getting high enough to land on his feet. This only comes back to bite Nash though as Morrison comes forward with a standing shooting star press! Morrison rolls off right away while Nash rolls over to the ropes. He uses them to help him up to a vertical base but Johnny is right behind him, kicking him in the back of the leg. He goes for another kick but Kevin manages to catch his foot. He flips him all the way over and Morrison uses his athletic ability to land on his feet. Kevin expected this though and damn near takes his head off with a big boot! Kevin then goes for the pin.



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Morrison kicks out! Now that he's got a hold of the Shaman of Sexy, Nash makes sure to not let go, bringing him up along with him and tossing him over his shoulder. He starts to walk around the ring but Morrison squirms free behind him and shoves him into the corner. Nash hits it and turns around just as Johnny comes running at him with a knee to the face! Morrison then grabs his head and snapmares him out of the corner. He runs right past him, hitting the ropes and going for the Brave New Reality but Nash lays back to avoid it. Morrison's knee goes right over him but Nash grabs upwards and pulls Morrison's legs back, flipping him into a sitout pin! The ref is quick to make the count!


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During the count, Nash ended up adjusting himself to lean over him and instead lifting him straight up high, putting him over his head to get ready for the Jackknife Powerbomb!


Corey Graves: Here we go! Squash that annoying hipster into the mat!


Morrison is up high in the air and realizes he's in trouble. He starts raining down punches to the top of Nash's head. It starts to make him wobbly and Morrison is able to drop down behind him, trying to flip him over for a sunset flip but Nash is able to withstand it. He bends down and grabs Morrison by the head. He picks him all the way back up to a vertical base before wrapping his hand around his thorat, lifting him into the air for a chokeslam! Morrison gets turned inside out with that as he flops around the ring like a fish out of water. Nash drops down and hooks the leg.



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Johnny kicks out! Big Kev stays on the attack, once again picking up Johnny and throwing him over his shoulder. This time there's no fight from Morrison who is still feeling a bit out of it from that Chokeslam. Big Daddy Cool walks him over to the corner where he throws him face first into the top turnbuckle giving him snake eyes. From there he keeps Morrison in the corner and just starts unloading with elbow strikes, Morrison head disappearing as his hair whips around with each strike. The ref makes the count and Kevin abides by the rules, bringing Morrison out of the corner before hitting a short arm clothesline that takes him down.


Mauro Ranallo: Morrison is going to need to get out of the clutches of Nash if he hopes to move on to the next round.

Corey Graves: I think this match is as good as over. Once Kevin Nash has you at his mercy, that's it. His old instincts come to light and he just starting beating you down until you lose all the will to fight.


Giving his opponent credit and know it's not enough to keep him down, Kevin doesn't go for the pin. He simply picks him up off the mat and whips him into the corner. Nash decides to run at him, or as fast as Nash can run that is and it gives Morrison just enough time to move out of the corner as Nash collides with it. Morrison goes for a kick to the gut but Nash catches his foot and shakes his head. He throws it back down but Morrison uses the momentum to swing his legs upward and connect with the Reality Destroyer! Big Kev is stunned and now Johnny kicks him in the gut once more to keel the giant over. He takes his head and spins him down into the mat with the Moonlight Drive! He goes for the pin.



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Nash kicks out! Morrison sits up on his knees and takes a deep breath, thinking that should have been it but Big Kev lives on. Johhny gets to his feet and looks down at Nash. He bends down into a handstand and uses his legs to twist around into a leg drop but Nash rolls out of the way causing Morrison to land right on his ass! He winces in pain while Nash uses the ropes to help him get back to his feet. Johnny rolls back to get up to his feet quicker. The two men stare each other down from across the ring before meeting in the middle. They both know what they gotta do to take each other out and their mutual respect towards one another has to be set to the side.

Nash goes for as big punch but Johnny ducks it and gives Kevin a few forearm shots of his own, backing him into the ropes. He tries to whip him off but Nash reverses and sends him running instead. Morrison is able to hook his arms under the ropes to prevent himself from running into the waiting arms of Nash. Kevin instead runs at him with a big boot but the Wednesday Night Delight lowers the ropes and causes Nash to tumble down to the outside!


Corey Graves: Nash better watch out before he tears another quad!

Tom Phillips: This has been a good back and forth match so far. Who do you guys think will win? The Shaman of Sexy or Big Sexy?

Corey Graves: gags Please don't ever say the word sexy again Phillips.


Nash is able to collect himself on the outside but he doesn't know that Morrison has been lying in wait. He springboards off the ropes with the Interstellar Leap but Nash was baiting him in the whole time, catching him in mid air and slamming him down on the outside with a powerslam! That killer instinct has come back out and Nash scrapes up the pieces of Morrison and tosses him back into the ring. He takes a breather and is slow to get back in but makes his way in as Morrison is slowly getting to his feet. He scoops up Johnny and hits a sidewalk slam, staying on him for the pin.



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Johnny gets the shoulder up at 2! Nash sits up and looks down at Morrison shaking his head, wanting him to stay down. He picks himself up and brings Johnny along with him. He tells him a few words that the audio isn't able to catch before shoving his head between his legs. He brings Morrison up for the Jackknife but Johnny reverses it into a DDT! The momentum of the move flips Nash over into a seated position. Morrison then runs to the ropes and connects with the Brave New Reality! Knowing how much punishment Nash has been able to withstand thus far, Morrison grabs him and drags his big body closer to the corner where he leaps onto the ropes before coming right off with the Cosmic Calamity! He hooks both legs for a deep cover as the ref make the count.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and moving on to the semi finals of the King of the Ring, Johnny Morrison!




Tom Phillips: He did it! Johnny Morrison moves on in the King of the Ring.

Mauro Ranallo: As a former winner, you have to think he's one of the favorites.

Corey Graves: There's still a lot of tournament left Mauro, I wouldn't count your chickens just yet.


Morrison celebrates but with just a hint of sadness as he looks down at Nash. Kevin realizes what just happened and nods to Johnny, knowing he had to do it. He leaves the ring while Johnny continues to celebrate as the show rolls on.


The scene opens on Adrian Neville and Finn Bálor staring into the trunk of a car, they were preparing to dump the body but the body has disappeared and is no longer there. Bálor is pacing back and forth.

Finn Bálor: I swear to god I put him in there. Where the hell has he gone? I literally placed him down.

Adrian Neville: This isn’t my problem, you came to me with a problem, and as far as I know, you never had a problem in the first place! This is nothing but a waste of my time, and my time is fucking valuable “fella”.

Finn Bálor: Don’t have a go at me! I feckin swear to you he was in there before I set off. If you’ve got a problem with helping me out then why are you here?

With that being said, Finn pushes Neville who stumbles slightly but answers back with a push of his own, with a tad bit more force than Finn inflicted. Neville’s face then flares up slightly as he stares off at Finn.

Adrian Neville: Why am I here? I don’t pissing know mate, you’re the one who called me? I’m the one doing the favour here! In fact, I don’t even know why I have. I don’t owe shit to you, not a damn fucking thing, Fergal. So I’ll be fucking off.

Finn Bálor: Go on then! I only asked for your help because … …Well I don’t feckin’ know why to be honest with you! I just thought you’d have had some experience with this kind of thing.. BEN.

Adrian Neville: Don’t you call me Ben you fuck! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I have experience, of course I do, anyone without a mental deformity would recognise that! I don’t have friends, and this is the perfect reason I chose not to.

Finn Bálor: Friends? Who said anything about friends? I just asked for help, you’re the one that invited me here for a pint, ya bleedin’ moron!

Adrian Neville: You know they’re listening. A phone network to discuss murder isn’t the most ideal thing to go around. Too much evidence. Now, you say you’ve lost him, it’s clearly only attempted murder then isn’t it you fuck! I’ve had enough of this shit.

Neville walks away once more off into the distance until Finn attempts to stop him by yelling down at him heading back to his car.

Finn Bálor: Oi! Don’t walk away from me! Or I’ll.. ugh.. I’ll..

Finn’s head begins to move around in an unearthly manner. Clicking and snapping back and forth. His voice changes and there’s a hint of evil in his glare.

Finn Bálor: oR yOu’ll haaAve to deEeEeal with mEeEeEeeee…HaHahahaHAHahAha.. ughhh...

Finn’s head begins to snap back and forth once more as Neville begins to pace towards his car even faster. Finn’s voice and demeanor returns back to normal, it seems that the outburst has taken a lot of energy out of him..

Finn Bálor: Ughh… jeez.. Wait, Nev! Come back, pal!

Neville opens the door to his car, and then gets in the drivers side. Finn walks closer in on the car and tries to get his attention, who is now completely blanking him. Finn taps on the window and Neville uses his automatic windows to get it to come down and he glances over.

Adrian Neville: I’m not dealing with you like this, see a psychiatrist.

Finn Bálor: Listen, ignore him. You’re dealing with me, not him. Let’s go and get this body, eh?

Bálor extends his hand out towards Neville to signal for a handshake. Neville slaps Finn’s hand away and then puts his foot on the accelerator slightly.

Finn Bálor: So that’s how you wanna do this, eh? Right.. ok.

Finn’s begins to slap himself in the face.. His head begins to snap back and forth. His ‘demonic’ demeanor seems to return once more. As Neville’s car slowly moves forward, Finn strides towards the front of the car in a strange manner before completely standing in the way of Neville. Neville stares daggers through Finn and then inaudibly shouts at him to move out of the way.



Finn Bálor: Nuh-uh-uh…

Finn stares right back and begins to slowly shake his head. Neville revs his engine. The two are in a western stand-off at the moment. Neville then slams his foot down and drives straight over Balor, and he goes soaring over the hood of the car. Neville then stops and laughs, but Balor stands up and stares at the car that just ran him over with a chuckle.

Balor pounds the window of Neville’s car and caves it in, and stops the laughter of Neville, and as soon as he does this Neville speeds off out of the car park, and Balor runs him out, and as soon as Neville hits the main road he stops trying and stares him off. Balor grins, as he must’ve left an impact on the Intercontinental Champion. But where is Harry Kane?

TO BE CONTINUED… again… but probably in a longer time period.


[Camera shows Jimmy and Jey Uso in the back talking to Naomi about something important]

Jey Uso: Yo UCE we're on a winning streak I mean we just beat not one but two separate Opponents from each day on Revolution.

Jimmy|Uso: you mean like when you and I defeated The World Warriors and Havoc and Janelea. in our tag match in that very ring then check this out UCE I heard that Sami Zayn. said that you and I where on a winning streak after we beat Havoc and Janelea in Gordo and Boar. but speaking of Sami and Becky. I was thinking that maybe you should sit this one one UCE cause at Heat wave me and Naomi are about to turn up to take out Becky and Sami Zayn for those World tag team titles on Heat wave.

Jey|Uso: please tell me that you did not just said that UCE you seriously kicking your own brother out to the curb so that you could spend some equally time with your Wife Naomi that the two of you could face Sami and Becky Lynch for there World tag Champions at Heat wave on UWF.

Jimmy|Uso: Well technically yes that's exactly what i have planned because I can't have you team up with me to take out a Female wrestler like the Man Becky Lynch cause she's a girl not a woman in that is why you'll be replacing with my Wife Naomi to fill in for your spot when the two of us team up to take out Sami and Becky Lynch at Heat wave for there World tag team titles on UWF network.

Jey|Uso: I'm not mad at you bro but if you and Naomi. want to team up so badly then be my guest because I'll be helping our Cousin Roman Reigns in his corner when he faces El Ligero. at Heat wave.

Jimmy|Uso: oh thanks bro I'll tell you everything what went down at Heat wave between me and Naomi when we defeat Sami and Becky Lynch. for those World tag titles on Heat wave.

{after Jimmy's brother Jey leaves the room his Wife steps in to make sure everything was alright before Naomi starts talking to her Husband)

Naomi: is everything cool around here cause I just saw Jey. with a frown on his face that he was upset so what's this about babe

Jimmy|Uso we won our two matches on Revolution on the separate date in that is why I choose you to be my mixed tag partner to take out Becky and Sami Zayn to fight them for there World tag team titles at Heat wave.

Naomi: I know you did not just say Becky Lynch is paring up with Sami Zayn. to take on us on Heat wave to face them for there World tag team Champions and what about your brother Jimmy.

Jimmy|Uso: I told him that he can't hit a woman but the only woman who can team up with her man is you babe cause you fought Becky before when you two was fighting to see who will be apart at Wrestle Mania and that is why I have you to be my tag partner to beat up Sami and Becky Lynch for there World tag titles at Heat wave.

Naomi: So what do you except for me to do when we do beat Becky and Sami Zayn at Heat wave on UWF.

Jimmy|Uso if you and I could beat Sami and Becky Lynch. then you and I will be crowned as the new UWF World tag team Champions but we might as well let Sami and Becky to choose the stipulation in our match for Heat wave.

Jimmy|Uso So are you down-one ish or not.

(Jimmy looks at his Wife Naomi that she already made her decision for her Husband)

Naomi: Hell yeah I'm down- One ish with you babe cause you and I will take those tag belts away from Sami and Becky Lynch at Heat wave oh in just for the record Becky. I'll see you two assess at Heat wave waiting on the both of you when we walk out as the new World tag team Champions.

Jimmy|Uso: and as for you Sami. we both will see you two on Revolution and trust in believe you'll see us again when we meet you two punks in the hall way staring down to one to another on Revolution.

Jimmy|Naomi: Welcome to Day one Glow Penitentiary!

[Scene cuts off Jimmy and Naomi where we headed straight somewhere else with the next match contest]





As "Morning Glory" by Oasis blares out around the arena, the sold out crowd in attendance makes their displeasure known as Noam Dar takes to the stage. The Scottish Supernova stands arms crossed behind his back for a few seconds before kissing his left wrist and heading down the ramp.

"From Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at 178 pounds, he is The Scottish Supernova, Noam Dar!!"



Dar performs the calm motion with his right hand to hush up the crowd members near ringside who are giving him an unwelcome reception before climbing the apron and scaling the top turnbuckle to perform the crossed motion once again.



Dar then drops into the ring and undoes his jacket in preparation for the upcoming contest.



The lights go out in the arena as the former music of The Miz drowns out any other noise, signalling the arrival of the aforementioned former Intercontinental Champion's best friend Chris Jericho. The lyrical portion of the song begins playing, as a countdown appears on the titantron.

I know the score like the back of my hand

Them other boys, I don’t give a damn

They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown

10

Nothing can break

9

Nothing can break me down

8

Don’t need no advice

7

I got a plan

6

I know the direction

5

The lay of the land

4

I know the score like

3

The back of my hand

2

Them other boys

1

I don’t give a damn

The titantron goes out once more, leaving the arena in darkness, save for a small source of light at the top of the stage, shaped like a jacket.



I’m the man, come round

No-no-nothing can break, no-nothing can break me down

I’m the man, come round and

No-no-nothing can break



You can’t break me down

The song continues; "The Man" Chris Jericho struts down the ramp. The former and future UWF Champion oozes confidence, as he is, in his words, fighting for his friend.

Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!

Y2J enters the ring with all the swagger of an American named Jack, and all the charisma of a Canadian Captain. The Lionheart is hyped for the match ahead, ready to take on all comers like the Alpha he is.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings and both men walk out of their respective corners. Noam has a cocky attitude as he does a quick lick of the lips and stares down Jericho who has a stern, puckered face that Jericho has; he rolls his wrists in his hands as Dar has a very smug smile as he talks shite. “I’m the future king! MEH!” Dar yells as he lands a nice slap over Jericho’s face. Jericho head jerks to the side as he turns back to Dar doing slight nods as he holds his cheek. In one motion, Jericho begins laying forearms that sends Dar reeling. Dar escapes out of Jericho’s clutches by pushing him off as he rolls out of the ring. He shakes his head to get the cobwebs out as he paces out of the ring waiting for the time to strike. Jericho goads him to come back in, and Dar does.

Mauro Ranallo: Both men in the feeling out process here, and it seems that Jericho has the veteran advantage.

Corey Graves: Nah, Dar is just leading Jericho on. Watch, give it a minute and Dar will be back in this in no time.

Tom Phillips: If you say so.

Jericho comes on the offensive by storming over but Dar catches him with an uppercut. Jericho stumbles back and Dar uses this as an advantage as he kicks Jericho’s leg out from under him and forces him to a knee; Dar then applies a headlock on Jericho to put the match in his favour. The crowd boos as they want a face paced match and not this methodical match from Dar. Dar works Jericho to all fours as the crowd begins clapping for Jericho to get back into the match. The crowd support helps as Jericho slowly begins to rise to his feet, but Dar shuts it down with a head drag forcing Jericho on his back, and Dar still has the hold applied. The ref asks if Jericho wants to tap but Chris refuses. Dar just has a smug smile on his face as he wrenches back. Jericho, though, maneuvers himself and rolls through belly first on top over Dar for the cover.



ONE!


KICKOUT AT ONE!



Dar pushes Jericho off of him as both men rolls to their feet and Dar comes looking for the Nova Roller early but Jericho ducks underneath and when Dar gets back to his feet, Jericho catches him with a dropkick that sends Dar flying and to scramble to the corner. Dar gets himself up with the ropes and Jericho comes running at him to catch him with a running back elbow. Dar stumbles out of the corner when Jericho runs at him and catches him with a one handed bulldog! Jericho sits there and looks at Dar for a moment then looks to the crowd before getting up and pulling Dar up by the hair; the referee tells him to not do that and Jericho just side eyes him as he pulls his fist back and hits a jab to the face of Dar. Dar tries to fall back, but Jericho still has Dar in his grasp—he pulls his fist back once more and hits Dar face with another jab. Dar looks dazed as Jericho then scoops him up for a scoop slam and drops him. Dar falls flat on his back as Jericho lifts Dar into a sitting position and goes to run the ropes. Jericho runs behind Dar and runs over his back, then, on the rebound goes for a punt kick but Dar leans onto his back to avoid it. Dar then quickly rolls into a leg sweep and takes Jericho off his feet.

Tom Phillips: And just like that, Dar may be back in full control of this match.

Corey Graves: Of course he is! He’s a prodigy! All of Jericho’s accomplishments means NOTHING to what Dar has done in his short tenure in the UWF.

Tom Phillips: Well- Wha- Ya know what? I don’t feel like arguing with you tonight.

Corey Graves: Cause you know I’m right!

Dar has gotten to his feet as Jericho sits upright holding his back. Dar then jumps and leans back to hit a shotgun dropkick straight to the chest of Jericho. Jericho holds the chest in pain as Dar gets back to his feet and taunts the crowd who are raining him a chorus of boos. He flips them the finger before going back to Jericho who’s still holding the chest in pain. He begins to lay a few stomps on the chest before mounting on top of him to hit a flurry of a combination of palm strikes and closes fists. Jericho puts his arms to cover his face to minimise the damage. Dar then stands over the body; both legs planted on each side of Jericho—Chris sees this and grabs the legs then pulling his legs underneath Dar’s, and pushes his leg forward putting Dar into a roll up.



ONE!


TWO!


SHOULDER UP AT TWO!


Jericho, with hold of Dar’s legs, gets up and maneuvers into the Walls of Jericho!

Mauro Ranallo: Jericho is looking to break the walls of Dar right here!

Corey Graves: Oh, not like this!

Dar is scratching and clawing for the ropes as Jericho has the hold locked in tight. Dar is clawing for his life for the ropes. Dar inches closer and closer with each second, but every second Jericho has the hold locked in leaves Dar worse for wear and he needs to get out of it now or the damage may be done! Dar is just about to reach the ropes but Jericho stands up and drags him over to the middle of the ring! Dar holds his head and as he has his teeth clenched questioning if he should give up his chance to win the KotR. He refuses as the ref asks him, and wills himself onto his, pulls his legs back, and launches Jericho off of him! Jericho goes flying back as Dar holds his back as he makes his way to his feet. Jericho is up first though, and catches Dar with a clothesline. “COME ON, BABY!” Jericho yells as he hypes himself up. He drags Dar center of the ring as he runs the ropes and launches himself for the lionsault!

BUT NO! DAR GOT UP TO HIS FEET AND CAUGHT JERICHO WITH A DROPKICK!

Mauro Ranallo: OH MY GAWD!

Corey Graves: Jericho may be out of this and I couldn’t be happier!

Dar looks beside himself as he can’t believe he pulled that off and takes a moment to take it in. He then scrambles over to Jericho to make a cover!



ONE!


TWO!


THR-


KICKOUT AT TWO AND TWO FOURTHS!



Dar is befuzzled that Jericho kicked out of that as he holds his head in anguish. He asks the ref what the count was as the ref says it was only two. He takes a deep sigh as he realises he needs more to put away Jericho. He gets up and pulls Jericho up to his feet. He throws him into the ropes and Jericho comes rebounding to get hit by a lariat that would knock his socks off. Jericho is completely out of it as he crawls over to the corner to regain himself and pulling himself up with the ropes. A mistake he would soon find this to be as Dar lines him up and hit him with a corner dropkick and as Jericho goes to collapse, Dar wraps his arm over the head and uses the corner to launch himself to spike Jericho with a tornado DDT!

Mauro Ranallo: Dar pulling out all the stops here tonight!

Tom Phillips: Jericho’s chances of calling himself king may be numbered!

Dar gets to his feet and to the top rope as he looks down to Jericho. He looks to eye Jericho for a big aerial maneuver but Jericho rolls out of the way causing Dar to get annoyed as he makes his way to the other side of the ring to go for the aerial maneuver but, again, Jericho rolls over to the other corner causing Dar to freakout. He comes to Jericho and kneels onto a knee to begin hitting forearms onto Jericho’s head. He then gets to his feet and begins laying in the stomps again to make sure Jericho stays down for this. For good measure, he double foot stomps onto the gut of Jericho. That makes Jericho cough for air. The crowd continues to boo as Dar gets to the top rope and goes for a frog splash! Jericho instinctively gets his knees up to ease the stomach pain and Dar files right into them. Jericho goes into the fetal position as he slowly works his way to his feet along with Dar. Jericho backs into the corner still holding his stomach. Dar works his way to his feet holding his gut as well but recovers first as he walks over to Jericho.

Jericho snaps him with a back elbow and Dar takes a few steps back but then he launches into Jericho with a European Uppercut! Dar hits another uppercut before setting Jericho perched on the top rope. He lays haymakers onto Jericho. Dar jumps up and hops onto the shoulders of Jericho for a Hurricanrana! BUT NO! Jericho holds onto the ropes and Dar just ends upside down, legs still wrapped around Jericho, Jericho uses this opportunity and pulls Dar up and chucks him off with a Powerbomb! Dar crashes hard as he quickly stumbles up to his feet facing away from Jericho. When Dar turns around Jericho jumps off the second rope and hits a second rope Codebreaker! Dar snaps onto his back as Jericho claws over to Dar and lays his arm over the chest of Dar!



ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


DING DING DING!

Toney Chimel: Here’s your winner and progressing to the semifinals of the King of the Ring Tournament, Chris Jericho!



Mauro Ranallo: A hard fought battle from both men here tonight but in the end, it’s Jericho who progresses into the tournament.

Corey Graves: Welp, there goes my favorite to win. Jericho just couldn’t put the new guy over, couldn’t he? What Chris? Winning the Aztec Warfare, G1, etc and so on wasn’t enough for you? What a spotlight hog!

Tom Phillps: Do you know how ridiculous you sound?

Jericho takes his arm off Dar as he rolls onto his back. He is breathing heavy after a hard fought battle as he wipes the sweat from his face. Jericho rolls out of the ring as the ref helps him stay on his feet. He raises Jericho hand as you can see that this battle took Jericho to the limit, if not, then damn near it. Jericho walks to the back still holding his gut as Revolution rolls on.


As one scene fades to the next, we see a blur of white with a few colours mixed in, as the camera focuses, however, we get to see what that blob of colours actually is, and by the looks of it, it's a shrine.



A shrine to Sean Bean, for some God forsaken reason. But hey, I won't judge. And slowly, a figure appears, crouching down near to the shrine, yet also off to the side, and who else would it be but the man himself, Chris Brookes, because of course he would be the one with a shrine for Sean Bean. He looks back at the shrine, his body facing the opposite direction, and he begins to speak.

Chris "The Calamari Catch King" Brookes

I can't believe it, Sean. I've failed you mate. I didn't win. I know I practically got second, but I know that it's not good enough, man, I fucked up, I'm sorry. I can't bloody believe it but the dream is dead, it's over, no more streak, no more dreaming about a King of the Ring win. I would've enjoyed putting a boot to that Marzipan fucker or whatever his name is, but no, I can't anymore, it's in the fucking trash, and what do I have to show for it, nout, fuckin' zilch. I have no excuses honestly, I'm sorry.

Brookes shakes his head in disappointment before putting his head in his hands. After about 5 seconds or so, he looks back up at the shrine, the Sean Bean shrine, and looks toward the cross that depicts Sean Bean being crucified. 



I'm sorry, Sean, I'm sorry. I know you're probably pissed at me.

And suddenly, out of the blue, a golden light emanates from behind the camera, engulfing Chris and the shrine with it's presence.

??

You needn't be sorry, Chris, you did well, at least you tried your best.

And what do you fuckin' know, it's Sean Bean, in the bloody flesh, looking and talking to Brookes as he just crouches there, mouth almost completely agape, he's in shock as you can probably tell.



Sean "THE MESSIAH" Bean

Just continue on your path, and soon another chance shall reveal itself to you. There will be many chances, Chris, some will mean nothing, but there will also be one chance, one opportunity that you will take, and it will lead you to victory, you'll know which one it is when it shows itself to you, Chris.

Chris gets up onto his feet, and slowly starts to approach The Messiah, but as he does, the scene fades to black.

People assume that the next promo is about to show itself to the crowd, maybe even the next match, but instead, what they see, and what they hear, is in fact, an alarm clock. Chris Brookes sits up from his sleeping position, and shakes his head, rubbing his eyes shortly after. And with that, he speaks.



Chris "The Calamari Catch King" Brookes

Fuck me, that was a weird ass dream, like.

The show proceeds.




Tom Phillips: Right now we take you backstage where all night the UWF Tag Team Champions have been taking your question live on Twitter. Let's get a look at some of the hard hitting questions you guys have been asking.



Becky Lynch: Hello everyone, you're reigning and defending UWF Tag Team Champions here and we've been asked some pretty tough questions so far tonight.

Sami Zayn: Like who do we think will win against the Samoan Strike Force and the G.O.D. We answered correctly by the way.

Becky Lynch: And what brand of hair dye do I use. It's a secret.

Sami Zayn: We still have more questions rolling in right now. Oh like this one is for you Becky. @tricepmeat asks, What will it take for Big E to get your mom's number?

Becky Lynch: If she wanted to give him her number, he'd have it by now. The fact that those bozos need to go out and ask someone for help on how to win, that should prove E's not man enough to come into The Man's family.

Sami Zayn: This one comes from @ramen.Reigns_ When r u 2 goin to anwser the ohsos challnge?

Becky Lynch: Look, I'll slap the head off Naomi all day, every day but they don't get to make the matches and quite frankly, I'm a little bored of all these Samoan-esque guys running around.

Sami Zayn: A little less racist this week but still...

Becky Lynch: I'm jus wonderin' when we're gonna fight some real competition. New Day was fun an all but remember when the tag division first kicked off? People were hella excited. It seemed like anyone could win that tournament. Then we came a long and showed just how much they were all beneath us. It was like two all time greats in the NBA going down to do a game in the G League.

Sami Zayn: You know basketball?

Becky Lynch: Maybe? I just said some letters.

Sami Zayn: You can tell EC3 is having a tough time dealing with all these teams.

Becky Lynch: Everyone and nobody has momentum. These losers are just trading wins and losses with each other. The only team on a winning streak besides us is the Usos.

Sami Zayn: Speaking of, we just got another tweet from @ramen.reigns_ He says why won't Roderick let Ramen fight El Ligero in-

Becky Lynch: Enough of the Samoans! At this point, I'll fight all of them just to shut them up.

Sami Zayn: Don't say that out loud you might give EC3 ideas.

Becky Lynch: I don't care anymore, I just want to fight someone. I'd be happy to fight Aleister and WALTER so we can get your win back but with him moving onto in the King of the Ring, that can't happen.

Sami Zayn: We never did get our revenge on the G.O.D. after attacking us.

Becky Lynch: There you go Sami! Enough of these tweets. We're the champs. We need to be out there setting an example. Next week, you better find someone for us to fight Ethan otherwise Heatwave won't be the only fire you need to worry about.

Becky walks off with Sami following her as the live feed heads back to the ring.


DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles quarter final matchup for the annual King of the Ring tournament scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…



"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd stands up as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.

Tony Chimel: From Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine...Samoa Joe!

Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his hand in a Shaka hand gesture.



Joe lowers his hand and cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner, he hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for Aleister Black to make his entrance.



The lights fade to black as the beginning of Out of the Black by Royal Blood breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron. The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.



Aleister begins rising from the mist, stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister... Black!

He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner and stares daggers across the ring at Samoa Joe.

DING! DING!

The bell rings as Aleister continues to stare over to the other side of the ring, attempting to psych Samoa Joe out. Joe finishes up shadow boxing and stands forward and meets the gaze of Aleister. Aleister moves in closer to Samoa Joe, and the two continue to stare for a second, without a single word they are in each other’s faces.

Tom Phillips: This is truly intense guys, two heavy strikers step forward in the ring, now the question on everyone’s mind must be, who will move forward in the King of the Ring?

Mauro Ranallo: And with the skill of these two men, you have to think whoever does may stand a very formidable chance of winning the whole tournament.

Joe shifts his eyes slightly down and looks at the chest of Aleister, who stands slightly shorter than him. He then pushes him back by his shoulder, and throws his arms out in a cocky demeanor to taunt him and potentially drag out some aggression quickly. Black seems unphased and stands back to face Joe.

Joe then goes to push him once more, and then Black ducks underneath his arm and then slaps him across the back of the head. The crowd is shocked at the true cheekiness of Aleister to do such a thing, and he brings a small smirk up onto the side of his face, yet the anger on Joe’s face overpowers.

Corey Graves: Aggravating a man like Samoa Joe isn’t the way to go around these parts, he’s definitely not a man you want to do something like that to.

Joe turns around and directs his focus onto Aleister who just disrespected him with that slap to the back of his head. He then yanks of the arm of Aleister and sends him towards the ropes. Joe then swings at Aleister with a lariat, but Aleister ducks it, and goes over to the ropes once more, and Joe hunches over from the momentum of the lariat.

Aleister returns to Joe by jumping across him by sliding over his back and then lands fully up on his feet. Aleister then lays a kick going up connecting into the jaw of Joe, knocking him back slightly. Joe clutches in on his face from the impact, and stumbles back to the ropes behind him.

Tom Phillips: Lightning quick and silky smooth offense from Aleister Black.

Aleister then runs up to the ropes and jumps up and dropkicks Joe all the way down to the floor from over the top rope. Aleister then takes a step back, as does Joe on the outside, who slaps the apron. Aleister hits the ropes, and Joe notices that he might try and dive on him and moves out of the way as Aleister jumps up on the ropes, and lands back in the ring cross legged.

Joe then heads across the ring as the fans are in shock from this feat of acrobatics from Aleister and Joe slides in and goes to boot Aleister on the side of the head, who is sitting down, but Aleister spins out and ducks the quick kick from Joe, and then pulls him back to the ground, where Joe rolls through and Aleister clips him on the side of the head with an enziguri.

Mauro Ranallo: Aleister Black had Samoa Joe’s quick thinking thought out, and he pays for it with that quick kick.

Joe falls down to the mat face first from the connection of that enziguri. Aleister pushes up back to his feet and then looks around at the crowd going wild from these quick maneuvers. Black reaches down for Joe and grabs his hands across the back of Joe’s neck. He then pushes his body back and manages to use that leverage to get Joe back up.

Black then hits Joe with a forearm, and then another, and then he grabs the arm of Joe and whips him into the corner hard, and Joe clutches in on his back. Black then heads over to the opposite corner, and runs up on Joe, with a lot of momentum but suddenly at the last second Joe gets out of the corner and slams Black back down to the mat hard with a uranage.

Corey Graves: Splat goes Aleister Black!

With the amount of impact Black has been sent been sent back down to the mat with, he shrivels up, and Joe smiles at how he’s finally been able to pay Black back from the slap at the start of the matchup. Joe then runs up to Black, and dives up, flattening him back into the mat with a massive senton! Joe hooks the leg.

One…

Black throws his arm up resiliently to the count from the referee and Joe snarls over at this quick showing of resilience in the first pinfall attempt of this matchup. Joe then rotates through up to his knees, and then grabs the arm of Aleister Black, and upon trying to get up pulls up Black.

Joe then yanks the arm of Black and sends him into the corner in which he connects hard. Joe runs up into the corner and connects with Black with a massive back elbow sending spit fly into the fifth row. Joe then floats out of the corner and then suddenly snaps back at Black with a massive enziguri, making Black collapse down into a seated position and finalising the C.C.S Enziguri.

Mauro Ranallo: Joe finishes up the C.C.S Enziguri connecting up with Aleister Black! Will Black be able to make it back into this one, as we know with a man like Samoa Joe, when he’s got you, he’s got you.

Joe then places his foot on the cheek of Black, and then washes it to the side, grinding his face in, Joe then does it again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again and finally… again for the last time.

Tom Phillips: It’s fair to say Aleister Black got a taste of the boot!

Black collapses down onto the mat and Joe pulls in the leg of him and then drags him out into the middle of the ring. Joe then sits down beside him, and locks up a headlock into the grounded Aleister Black, Joe then yells for the referee to ask him if he can continue while wrenching the headlock tighter in.

Black slightly to indicate to the referee that he can in fact continue with this matchup and Joe wrenches in harder once more. Joe then yells out for Black to give in, and he’s delaying the inevitable. Joe rubs his forearm in the face, gritting up Black’s face once more. Joe looks off as the crowd starts to try and rally the match back up to a footed base.

Mauro Ranallo: The crowd are attempting to rally and get this matchup back underway, however Samoa Joe is so fixated at keeping it at a slow pace in which he thrives.

Aleister slams his hand down on the mat, and uses that as a base to get his knees up to his midsection slightly, and Samoa Joe sees that he’s trying to try and get out of this headlock via crowd support, and then releases the hold of the headlock, and gets up onto his knees in which he clubs the back of Aleister Black.

Aleister squints slightly from the pain, and then pushes his body back, in which he stares directly back at Samoa Joe on his knees, Joe then gets up from his knees and up to his feet, in which he swings at Aleister with a massive kick to the chest of him. Aleister then indicates for Joe to hit him with another, and that he can take it.

Joe then goes to kick Aleister, but doesn’t, faking it out, and runs up to him and hits him with a hard knee running up to his head, sending his body collapsing into itself. Joe then pulls Aleister back out and onto his feet. Joe then chucks Aleister out of the ring, and then follows him out with a massive suicide dive forearm!

Corey Graves: A massive suicide dive wipes out Aleister Black! His resilience is showing invaluable here!

1!

As the referee starts the count on the outside, Joe stands up from connecting in with Aleister Black, and antagonises the crowd with his so called greatness. Black stumbles up slightly to his feet, and grabs onto the barricade.

2!

Joe heads over to Black leaning on the barricade and grabs a hold of his hair, and then pulls it back so he can get a hold of his head. Joe then smashes Black’s head into the top of the barricade, and Black holds tight, ducked over it.

3!

Tom Phillips: Samoa Joe taking it to the outside where he thrives.

Corey Graves: He thrives in and out of the ring, shut up Tom.

Joe looks off to the crowd and grabs a hold of the arm of Aleister and leads him across into the corner of the barricade, and puts his arm around the midsection of Black, and drapes him over the corner of the barricade.

4!

Joe backs up and then runs up to Black and hits him with a knee to the gut of him, sending him up reasonably high up into the air, and then lands back into the ringside mat. Joe laughs at this.

5!

Joe notices that the referee is still counting, and heads over to the apron, and rolls in and then back out to the floor. Black attempts to recover on the ground while he’s doing this.

1!

Black pulls his hands closer into his chest as Joe heads over to him, and Joe grabs him with both hands and lifts him up to his feet. When he’s raised however, Black fires back at Joe with a forearm, stunning Joe backwards.

2!

Taking advantage of Joe being stunned, Black jumps up and sends Joe crashing into the turnbuckle post on the outside back first. Joe slides down in agony from the pain of it.

Tom Phillips: Aleister Black is back in the game!

3!

Black immediately rushes back to Joe, holding his gut slightly from the previous kick that was dealt out to him, and then tries to lift him up, and does so.

4!

Black leads him with a lackluster grip around the head to the other side of the ringside area. He then grabs the arm of Joe and whips him into the apron, making his back connect hard.

5!

Black then ducks down and lifts up his legs and scoops him up to lay on the apron. Black then gets up on the apron too, and lifts up Joe by his head on the apron.

6!

Joe suddenly fires back at Black with a forearm, and sends him crashing into the othersides’ turnbuckles and then screams in pain from the impact on the metal turnbuckles.

7!

Joe dips his foot through the ropes and head, and tells the referee to stop the count, and that they’re coming in sooner rather than later. Joe then heads over to Black and places him up, seated up on the top rope. Joe then goes to duck the head of Black onto his shoulder to set up the Muscle Buster, but Aleister hits a kick to the gut of Joe!

Aleister then climbs up higher on the ropes and then stands tall on the top turnbuckle, as Joe stumbles back slightly. Aleister then leaps off the top rope and connects in with Joe with a massive double foot stomp, sending Joe crashing into the apron, and from the impact, Black hops back down to the floor.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia Aleister Black just flattened Samoa Joe!

Aleister Black then rolls Samoa Joe in from the floor, and then slides in and follows him through. Aleister stands with his foot underneath the jaw of Joe and then he starts to put some power behind trying to lift him up to his feet by using this foot underneath the jaw of him. Aleister then releases the hold underneath the chin.

Tom Phillips: Here we go, Black Ma-

Aleister then swings for the Black Mass, but Joe ducks the kick and Aleister’s back faces Joe, and he locks in the Coquina Clutch in tight on his neck and wrenches in nice and tight. Joe lifts Aleister up slightly from the power he has in on it, but Black seems to try and pivot slightly, and Joe wrenches it in tighter.

Mauro Ranallo: Coquina Clutch, this is all over boys. Goodnight Aleister Black.

Aleister has his feet lined up with the turnbuckles from the amount of struggle being gave in by Samoa Joe. Aleister quickly moves his feet and runs up the turnbuckles like Bret Hart, and then kicks back at the turnbuckles, and uses the momentum to go over on Samoa Joe, and cause the pinfall predicament.

One…

Two…

Corey Graves: Samoa Joe’s shoulder is up!

Three…

DING! DING!



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall and moving onto the semi finals of the annual King of the Ring tournament, Aleister Black!


Corey Graves: What the hell!? This is bullshit! Joe had his shoulder up!

Mauro Ranallo: The ref wasn't in position to see his right should come off the mat and now Aleister Black is moving on to the semi finals.

Corey Graves:Where's EC3, he needs to restart the damn match!


Black rolls out of the ring while Joe looks at the official with a shocked expression on his face. He starts yelling at the ref who is telling him he didn't see him get the shoulder up. Aleister meanwhile is on the ramp and looks back with a grin on his face before heading to the back.


Corey Graves:Aleister knows damn well he didn't win that match.

Tom Phillips: It's a good thing he's leaving before any sort of restart can get under way.


The ref is tired of arguing with Joe in the ring and walks away about to exit the ring when Joe grabs him from behind and locks in the Coquina Clutch! The ref's goes all red before quickly fading to purple. Officals come running out from the back to come and stop joe but no amount of pulling and prodding gets him to stop. Joe isn't done until he says he is when he finally let's go and tosses the ref's body to the side. The rest of the officals try and from a wall between the unconcious ref and Joe. One of them tries to push Joe to the back so Joe gives him a stiff forearm to the face. He threatens anyone who gets near him and so everyone backs off.

Joe exits the ring and starts walking up the ramp, still looking pissed after what just happened. He takes one look back at all the carnage he created and a qucik smirk comes across his face. He wipes it away before heading to the back, everyone else checking on the refs as th show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW


Credits

Joe vs Black - George

MJF vs Gulak - Leedles

Woods vs Lorcan - Bodor

SSF vs GOD - Dresden

World Warriors vs New Day - Crann

Jericho vs Dar - Max

Ligero/London vs Shibata/Balor. Morrison vs Nash - Danny

[Dres]

Very cool to have my promo opening things. I usually don’t comment on things I contribute but I just wanted to show gratitude as I feel that’s a nice place for it and it fits. Hope to get some feedback on this one because of what it reveals.

An unfortunate squasharoo on this show. It’s disappointing given we’re in a hot place with activity and participation lately as well as the fact that it’s generally disappointing to see. But I maintain now what I always maintain and that’s I’m sure there was a valid reason for it. Putting it as the opening match was a good choice as it gets it out of the way.

Nice promo from MJF. Lots of promise shown early on and could be a key player if he keeps things up. One to watch for sure.

Entertaining segment here with Neville essentially just running an errand. I could picture what I was reading and Adrian’s just such a doggone good heel. Kind of a comedic one in this segment but I enjoyed it all. Looking forward to more.

Another squishedy squash unfortunately but hey, the placement is still ideal. Good for the MJF guy to get a win, and I’m sure the Gulak guy will get the hang of this and excel in the future too.

A bit of length on the stuff with New Day and Velveteen Dream but it was entertaining so it’s all good. Not quite sure where this is heading but if it is a partnership, Gone is going to be an even greater force to be reckoned with.

Short and sweet stuff from the man now dubbing himself the, “Cosmic Crusader”. He’s like the Silver Surfer of the UWF and that’s a neat idea to run with. The Cosmic thing, I mean, not necessarily being Silver Surfer.

Compelling stuff as always from the Gangdom of Destruction. Usually we see them apart in separate promos but this time they’re together so that’s nice and the promo itself was good as well.

And with match three, the squashiness is now over with. Once upon a time, New Day versus World Warriors would be a goofy showdown, especially if I wrote it, but there’s nothing to laugh about now that the World Warriors are heel. New Day are a hard team to get past so no shame in the outcome, good things to come for both pairings. Good match.

Quite a long segment for the Samoan Strike Force but it serves its purpose of character development, including the Cameraman, and I found it entertaining so the read was worth it.

Brief stuff from Oney and then Jimmy Havoc which you’d have to be reading the show word-for-word to catch otherwise you’d miss the Havoc promo.

Putting Gone’s matches back-to-back, especially with the outcomes in his favor, is a nice pat on the back and ego boost. Congrats to Gone on the big win and advancing to the Semifinals!

Another segment with length to it as Neville crosses paths with Balor. I don’t know what it is about Semi and beating up celebrities but it’s a recurring theme. But it’s all good, I liked the interaction between he and Balor and it’s funny how Neville’s day escalated from shopping for groceries to helping with a murder. More to come.

Funny, arrogant but also semi-factual stuff from Jericho here. I like the fact he’s looking toward Summerslam and playing out how he imagines it’s going to go. Quite amusing.

I made a mistake in the match when I was piecing various parts of it together but hey, things happen and I hope you guys like it despite the error.

When I saw the KFC logo, I had no idea what was going on and then I saw Styles and was happy to be reading an AJ promo. The incorporation of Christopher Daniels and Matt Sydal was cool and this seems to be heading somewhere. Bixby, tell us where.

Maybe it’s lengthy or the number of pics makes it appear longer. Either way, glad to get more Dar Wars!

Great match between Morrison and Nash and Crann continues his winning streak by advancing to the Semifinals. Heck of a run for Matt, I can’t wait to see what’s next for Nash. Congrats to Crann!

Part three of Neville’s interesting day and part two of his interactions with Finn. This one took an interesting turn at the end and I dig it.

Great match between Dar and Jericho. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure if Andy could be stopped but Brandyn did just that. I don’t see Andy slowing down though so big things to come for him still. Congrats to Brandyn!

An entertaining promo from Chris Brookes. Trent is very creative.

I enjoyed the promo from the Tag Champs and popped when it was announced they’d be in action next week.

Very solid main event that was worth waiting for. Tremendous showdown that sees Half pull off a MONSTER win. Congrats to Half for advancing and I’m excited about what’s next for Rey.

A lot of cliffhanger stuff on this show and I enjoy so many hooks to make you want to see more. KOTR is heating up even more as the numbers keep getting smaller. Great show!

[AndyDNU]

Had to read a chunk of this last night and finish the rest this morning cause the timing of the post wasn't ideal at my end, but I'll give some brief thoughts on some standout stuff for me before I jet off to work.

Gotta say I think we're really onto something with both Balor and Shibata. Heel's already started off strong, some interesting interchanges with Neville throughout the show as well to keep an eye on. And if Roach's early work is anything to go by then I think his dude could be a really tough one for others to try and overcome.

Shoutout to the new guys Abe and Captaingreed for showing up, MJF is seemingly shithot in general right now so hopefully CG will seek to take advantage of that and do good things here.

Opening KOTR bout was cool. Xavier stepping up and cruising through although with some unwelcome help. Lorcan/Soup vs Neville/Semi could be fun to see though, extreme teasing.

Loved the Morrison/Nash bout, both guys painted in a pretty decent light throughout the contest. Based on the quality of the thread I personally thought this one should have main evented the show but it is what it is. JoMo starting to turn his fortunes right around it seems.

Dar/Jericho also pretty decent, the back and forth was rocking. No major gripes with the end result. Jericho has been one of the standout guys on Rev in the past month or so for me. Do me a favor though Brandyn and make sure you win the cunt, makes everyone you faced on the way look like a million bucks as well.

Last match between Black & Joe was another rock solid affair. Thread could have gone either way for me, both guys on good form and have got good things to fall back on either way. The final four is now confirmed, but sod trying to pick a winner though. May well come down to whoever's got the writing bug on the day as everyone is in with a shout. Best of luck to all.

[yoloisfox]

I don’t do this much. But great show. 10/10 LOVED IT

[George]

It’s been 101 fahrenheit here today, or yesterday depending on when this’ll be posted. I’ve been toasted like a hamburger bun geez louise. I liked doing the collabs with HeelBoi this week and I kinda liked my match, but probably not to the extent of me saying it’s my favourite one I’ve ever wrote.

Top 3 Promos (In my opinion, and not in order):
- Becky & Sami do a Twitter Q&A: @ramen.Reigns_, that is all ladies and gentlemen.
- AJ visits his past for dirt on Morrison: The death of the Samsung!
- The New Day capture the Dream: Giving me some major vibes of mine and Max’s old collabs.

Joe vs Black - George
I don’t tend to talk about my matches a whole lot, but I can only apologise for the delay on this one. I was dying in that heat and still wanted to commit into it, and did everything I could to make it reasonably ok. I heard that Rey came very close to winning, but Half winning is definitely a positive, and as I’ll say later, anyone in that top 4 can win now. Either Half or someone I’ll mention later will be my pick.

MJF vs Gulak - Leedles
There isn’t a whole lot that can be commented on in this matchup, gives off some hints of squash like stuff, but it isn’t completely one sided. The MJF guy has potential to be quite good, as he was Koopa before, and he did pretty well as Enzo back in that run.

Woods vs Lorcan - Bodor
I’m excited to start up this thing with Soup for Heatwave, I’ve always enjoyed his work as Cesaro and Jay White respectfully, and it should be interesting to see what we can work up. I’ll make sure to contact him for a collaboration of sorts. Max is my other pick to win, he’s genuinely fantastic, and my heart’s pick :muah:.

SSF vs GOD - Dresden
The Samoan Strike Force take another hard L, which is tough. It’s a shame that they’ve not been able to pick up the momentum as a dominant force (reminds me of one Ndrian Aeville). I think Rey’s GOD still has a lot of potential to be tag champs, and it probably will happen in the near future, so I wouldn’t take this loss in a bad way.

World Warriors vs New Day - Crann
Why did Corey take the side of the World Warriors when he got flipped off in their entrance? Whatever. The match content was pretty good, and I appreciate that. I think that Xavier may be the main focus for Max, but it’s always interesting to see what he does with the other two.

Jericho vs Dar - Max
Toney Chimel. Jericho moving on is kinda big, he has always been good, and him moving on to face Max himself is kinda good, and should be a decent thread. I’m quite looking forward to them going at it.

Ligero/London vs Shibata/Balor. Morrison vs Nash - Danny
Humping all these together because I hump all of the writer’s matches up together like that, it just so happened that he’s the only one to write multiple this week. Shibata/Balor picking up a big W, and Morrison moving on up in the world. It’s interesting to see how far Crann is getting with this Morrison.

[Gone]

Here's a short review, yall. I haven't been commenting lately, and forgive me yall, but here's my review.

Good show overall. Upset that Neville interfered in my match, Woods now progresses unbeknownst to him that he was an accidental heel for the night. Whatevers, Woods will have a chance to prove he belongs here when he faces Jericho.

New Day with a tag victory after an upsetting loss at Backlash. If World Warriors want to start a war, we'll the New Day ain't afraid to retaliate and put them in their places, BAYBEE!

Neville and Finn should team up, kinda surprised it's Finn and AJ teaming against... I forgot and I don't feel like checking, sorry team I forgot name of.

Oney and Neville should be hella good though. Those two can have a very good bout and it's gonna be a true test for George as IC champ to see if he can retain. Also, Neville vs Vinny should be good. If my boi George can beat him, that would give him some nice confidence boost.

MJF already shaping up to be a real good TTer, so I'm looking forward to that.

And congrats to Half and Crann aka Black and Morrison for progressing through. After beating Jericho, I'm going to be looking forward to facing one of yall for the first time.

[fja]

The show was awesome as always!, damn who is going to stop Jericho

[Gone]

Jul 27, 2019 13:31:59 GMT -6 fja said:

The show was awesome as always!, damn who is going to stop Jericho

I'll stop Brandyn. Dw.

[crann]

This is gonna be one of those shorter reviews again this week. Sorry, but it's a six day workweek for me, so it is what it is.

Loved the cold open. I always liked to use this slot for newcomers because it put them in a prominent position to show off their goods ahead of their first match, and it seems as though this promo is teasing some newcomers' imminent arrival — this time in the form of some Marseglia reinforcements. Whether played by Dres or someone else, whoever's coming to join the Horror King, they're likely to be equally deranged and that presents a lot of interesting possibilities. Something to watch for sure.

The first couple of matches were squashes but 'ey, that's all part of the business. Last week we had everyone show up for KotR qualifiers and that was great; a little bit of fall-off was inevitable. The important thing is to appreciate what did happen here which is some talented TTers picked up wins. The guy playing MJF is particularly intriguing to me because he's a new-ish TTer (I think someone says he was Koopa/Enzo before?) who has that cocky voice down right out of the gate, so that'll be a character to watch (not to take anything away from Shibata or Balor who are also both very good.)

Max pulling off a victory over Soup is no small feat as Soup is low-key an elite-level TTer. Brandyn taking a win over Andy is also a pretty big deal, though that thread was quite well-done on both sides. The tag matches were both tricky to pick winners for. Leedles' SSF is better than their record would lead anyone to believe. And the finish for the New Day/World Warriors actually changed three times during the writing of the match so, hey, I hope YOLO doesn't take the loss too hard because he's showing real strength.

There were some really funny promos on this show. Dar Wars was great, but so too were the Brookes and Styles segments. I think my favorite of the week was probably the Brookes one because Sean Bean.

Really ecstatic that I went over Matt, even though I was kind of quietly hoping he'd win the whole tournament for kayfabe reasons. I'm on a bit of a roll now with Morrison and I think that's a byproduct of the fact I feel I'm actually finding my feet with him. The writing in this match was sharp and again did well to show off my custom-named moveset and I dig that very much. I've got half next and that excites me because I'm not sure we've ever TT'd against each other, but I respect his work.

All in all this was a solid week with some very well written matches (even the squashes). There's new talent to be excited about once again, as well as continuing excellence from a few of the more established individuals. Lots of cause for celebration. Onward and upward!

[Dres]

Jul 27, 2019 20:03:43 GMT -6 crann said:

Loved the cold open. I always liked to use this slot for newcomers because it put them in a prominent position to show off their goods ahead of their first match, and it seems as though this promo is teasing some newcomers' imminent arrival — this time in the form of some Marseglia reinforcements. Whether played by Dres or someone else, whoever's coming to join the Horror King, they're likely to be equally deranged and that presents a lot of interesting possibilities. Something to watch for sure.

Thanks for the feedback!