(The camera fades backstage to show Liam Archer preparing for his upcoming Light Heavyweight Championship match. He paces around the locker room, muttering to himself. He drops down to the floor and begins to do crunches at a rapid pace.)
(He pops back up to his feet and begins to pace around the room some more. He leans himself up against the lockers and takes a deep breath which seems to calm himself down. He pulls up a chair and sits in it, putting the finishing touches on his ring attire. He stops for a second to reflect, a slight grin forms across his face)
Liam Archer(to himself): I’m gonna be the Light Heavyweight Champion.
(The grin grows wider as the camera fades out)
(The camera fades into the arena and immediately zooms over to the commentary table where we’re met by James Peters and Rich Russillo)
James Peters: HEEEELLLLLOOOOOOO EVVVERRRYYYYBBBBOODDDDYYYY AND WELCOME TO SUNDAY NIGHT REBELLION!! SIX DAYS… JUST SIX DAYS AWAY FROM REVOLT 2: JADE VS. SHECKLER!!
(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)
Braxton: The following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Peters: But since it is a tag team match shouldn’t it be two falls?
Russillo: … How many tag team matches have we called together?
(“I Came To Play” by Downstait hits to loud boos from the crowd!!!)
Braxton: Introducing first at a combined weight of 447 pounds… they are the team of “The Prince” Jackson Blayde and “The Savage” Etano!!!
(Jackson Blayde is booed loudly by the crowd as Etano bumps fists with a child at ringside and appears to be getting a warmer reception.)
Peters: The Prince and The Savage… Hmmm this should be an interesting team.
Russillo: I’m surprised that Etano can stand being around Jackson. All I have heard from him since he debuted is constant bitching to be added to title matches and bragging about how he’s never lost since coming here.
(“Rotting In Vain” by Korn hits to boos from the crowd!!!)
Braxton: And their opponents at a combined weight of 413 pounds.. They are the team of “The Mad King” Heath Anthony and “The Viking” Jonah Wolfe!!!
Peters: Now this team looks truly formidable and if I was their opponents I would be running for the hills!!!
Russillo: Of course you would Peters, you have no balls.
Peters: You know that’s not true Rich don’t be mean to me.
Russillo: Positive environment. :]
(DING! DING! DING!)
Peters: It appears that Etano is starting off this match against Heath Anthony.
Jackson Blayde: You filthy savage. Go win this match for your prince!
Russillo: That’s cool.
Peters: Heath and Etano are staring each other down before Heath lurches in with a back chop to Etano! But Etano responds in kind with his own back chop! Etano back off the ropes as he comes back… but Heath catches him spinning Etano around into a Backbreaker! Heath taking control of this thing early on as he continues to kick down Etano keeping him on the ground.
Russillo: A hard kick to the back of Etano by Heath Anthony as he drops to the mat and delivers a hard right hand to the face. Nothing pretty here as Etano desperately tries to fight back with shots to the gut but Heath punches him hard in the face. Etano pulls himself up in the corner as Heath charges in with a Running Boot to the face! Etano falls face forward into the ring as Heath goes for the pin!
Peters: The kickout by Etano! Heath immediately goes in for a headlock… Etano trying to regain his footing back up out of that headlock… but a Snapmare takedown by Heath puts Etano back down into the Headlock!!! Etano gets his foot on the ropes as the referee forces the break. Etano pulls himself up in the corner… Charging Clothesline by Heath!
Russillo: NO! Etano dodges jumping up to the top rope and kicks forward Heath backwards into the ring… ETANO OFF THE TOP WITH A FLYING DROPKICK!!! Heath tossed across the ring by that high risk maneuver as he pulls himself up in the corner… RUNNING DROPKICK INTO THE CORNER CONNECTS!!! Etano on fire as he falls into the cover on Heath!!!
Peters: Kickout there by Heath! Etano pulls Heath back up to his feet as he tosses him across the ring… no wait he pulled him back up over his shoulders and… Samoan Drop connects!!! What a manuever!! Yet another cover!
Russillo: But here comes Jonah Wolfe in the ring now to break up the pin! The referee forcing Jonah back out as he just saved this match for his partner! Both men back up in the ring as Etano is delivering hard kicks to the gut of his opponent in the corner. Etano grabs the leg of Heath pulling him down into the ring as he looks like he is trying to lock into a Figure 4 Leglock or similar manuever… but Heath kicks out of it. Both men back up as Etano grabs his opponent flipping him up over in the air… Pumphandle Slam connects!!! Etano absolutely destroying his opponent here but it doesn’t look like he is going for the cover and Jackson Blayde is irate.
Jackson Blayde: YOU INFERIOR SAVAGE! COVER HIM! YOUR PRINCE DEMANDS IT!
Peters: Etano looks like he has had enough of this abuse! Etano shoving Jackson!
Russillo: No! Jackson hopped off the apron just before his partner grabbed him. Etano holds out his hand urging his partner to tag in and actually do some work himself but Jackson Blayde is just sitting on the outside with his arms folded barking orders! He is ordering Etano to finish off Heath Anthony who is rising up to his feet!
Peters: Heath Anthony crawling over into his corner as he makes the tag in to Jonah Wolfe!!!
Russillo: The Viking now entering this match as Etano turns around and walks right into a Spinning Clothesline from Jonah Wolfe! This man is a monster and completely rocked his opponent with that single move! Etano pulls himself up but a Running Splash into the corner followed by a series of chops from Wolfe lights up the chest of Etano! Etano falls forward into the arms of Wolfe!
Peters: Wolfe whips Etano across the ring but Etano ducks another clothesline and comes back with a Shoulder Tackle! Etano goes to pick up Wolfe but Wolfe drops him with a Leg Sweep neck first over the bottom rope! Etano back up as Wolfe is waiting for him with even more chops to the chest. Whip across the ring… Flapjack connects! The front side of Etano has to be on fire as the psychotic Jonah Wolfe lets out a primal scream inciting boos from the audience.
Russillo: Jackson Blayde slowly climbing back up to the apron as he reaches out an arm mockingly urging on Etano to make the tag… Etano closing in but Jonah Wolfe drags him back into the ring! Headlock applied now from Wolfe on Etano who is being urged on by the crowd back up to his feet! He breaks free of the hold… Powerful elbow shot from Wolfe right into the face of Etano! Etano knocked back into the ropes… but he bounces back out with a Running Splash!!! The cover!!!
Peters: Kickout!!! Wolfe with a powerful kickout as Etano begins to deliver a series of hard elbow shots to the head of his opponent! Wolfe now motionless as Etano stands up. Etano signals to the crowd… Is he going to go for something big here? He might be able to put this match away right here!!!
Russillo: Etano suddenly turns around and slaps the hand of Jackson Blayde!!! Etano rolls under the bottom rope to the outside as Jackson Blayde looks furious! I don’t think Jackson intended to enter the match tonight! He expected Etano to do all of his own dirty work!
Peters: Well if that is the case he better get ready because “The Prince” has one pissed off sick son of a bitch in Jonah Wolfe waiting to tear him apart in that ring!!! Jackson yelling at Etano as he slowly backs up in the ring before he turns around to find Jonah Wolfe waiting behind him! Wolfe with a vicious clothesline taking down Blayde! Wolfe beating into the face of Blayde on the mat!!!
Russillo: Blayde escpaing back up to his feet but is caught from behind by Wolfe… Back Body Drop connects!!! Blayde tries to go for that tag… but Etano refuses to tag him in! Wolfe grabs Blade and pulls him up by the tights as he drags him back over into his corner and starts pummeling away at him.
Peters: Blayde crawls under the legs of Wolfe who turns around as he is going in for a clothesline… Thumb to the eye by Blayde who backs up agains thte ropes and takes down Wolfe with a Spear. Blayde glaring at his tag team partner who still doesn’t look interested in tagging in. Blayde grabs the leg of Jonah Wolfe as he smashes it down against the canvas. Blayde stomping away at Wolfe’s leg… Wolfe with the power kicks back sending Blayde flying back into the corner!!!
Russillo: Wolfe up now as he crawls to make a tag… but Blayde stops him! Blade across the ring now as he runs in and kicks Wolfe hard in the face! The crowd booing as the cocky Jackson Blayde taunts his opponent grabbing the leg of Wolfe once more… But yet again Wolfe powers out and this time Blayde goes flying across the ring hitting his head on the turnbuckle!!! What force!
Peters: Wolfe to his corner now and he makes the tag to Heath Anthony! Here comes Heath into the ring as Blayde backs up but is caught with a right hand from Heath! Blayde pummelled back against the ropes but on the return both men take each other down with a double clothesline! Jonah Wolfe now rolling to the outside as his partner and Jackson Blayde return to their feet in the ring. Blayde turns around towards his own partner as he extends his hand for a tag…
Russillo: Etano gives Jackson Blayde the finger!!! Jackson can’t believe it!!! Jackson slaps Etano across the face as he yells at him to tag him in!
Peters: Jackson turns around in the ring… CROWN AND COURT CONNECTS!!! Heath Anthony with the Canadian Destroyer DDT out of nowhere! The cover!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Braxton: Here are your winners… the team of Heath Anthony and Jonah Wolfe!!!!
(“Rotting in Vain” by Korn hits as Heath Anthony has his arm raised in the ring. Etano walks back towards the locker room slapping hands with some of his fans leaving his partner in the ring.)
Peters: Well clearly we had a dysfunctional tag team situation here tonight where one team was far more on the same page than the other. Etano could have easily broken up that pinfall and saved the match for his team but chose not to.
Russillo: Congratulations to the team of Heath Anthony and Jonah Wolfe both looked impressive here tonight as did their opponents. In a different environment I could easily see things turning out differently for any of these men should they ever face each other again.
(Jackson Blayde looks furious as he glares up the ramp before the camera cuts to a commercial promoting positivity in the wrestling community. :])
(The camera goes back to the arena around the ring are a bunch of members of a quire featuring Big Mike and his many children lead the way as “Oh Happy Day”-Sisters Act 2 plays in the EA system as the crowd blows the arena up with cheers)
James Peters: What in God’s name is going on?
Russillo: I…I have no idea but let’s enjoy Chris Elite seems to be making his way to the ring.
Bella Braxton: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING-
Big Mike: Hold on sista I got this today. MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK OUR SAVIOR, REVEREND BHRIS ELITE !!!!
James Peters: Reverend?
(Chris Elite comes down to the ring in Reverend clothing with a bible in his hand one of the nuns from the quire opens the ropes up for him to allow him to get in the ring as he is given a mic)
Reverend Bhris: Hello ladies and gentleman it is I Reverend Bhris Elite and I am here today to bring forth the power of positivity. Can I get a hallelujah?
Big Mike: HALLELUJAH MY LAWD.
Reverend Bhris: Thank you brotha Mike. See in the world of wrestling there’s been a lot of negativity as of late and I feel powerful negativity coming from my opponents I don’t know why they are so down for all the time. I mean one of them is a champion and the other owns and exclusive club. So my job today is to make sure before our match at Revolt 2 we respect one another and they too help spread the word of positivity!
James Peters: Amen praise the lord hallelujah!
(“Long Live the Chief” by Jidenna hits as Maximus Lier comes down towards the ramp with OSHIRO)
Maximus Grier: Shut the hell up Chris for one minute. Do you think everything is a joke? This is why it takes you so long to progress in every company you compete in you don’t take a God damn thing serious. I mean to be honest the only positivity you and TLA ever get is when you guys go get a checkup if you know what I mean. By the way I have nothing to be negative about I have the championship. I have the money I have the woman and I have THE bodyguard that will make sure I keep it and stay away from guys like you.
Reverend Bhris: Now hold on just one minute my brotha I am going to need you to take it down a notch when speaking to me. Now I know you think your tough all the sudden because you got that dude from Rush Hour 3 to be your bodyguard but that doesn’t mean you’ll speak to me anyway you want. I’ll smack the power of positivity into ya real quick. By the way how long did it take you to come up with that joke of yours?
(Ambitionz Az A Ridah” by 2pac plays as TLA makes his way towards the ring as well with a mic in his hand)
TLA: Aye simmer down now holmes Maximus is only negative right now because he knows the title reign is going to end soon. Not to you though reverend but to me T. L. A! Now unlike you two I don’t need back up I do what I have to on my own.
Reverend Bhris: You only don’t have back up because they won’t let that Scott Diamond of a dog you own into the arenas and TLA. Now you listen here holmes you aren’t winning anything at Revolt 2. What you will be awarded with though is another loss to I Chris Elite.
TLA: Oh is that right Chris? You speak a big game for someone that didn’t lose not one match but 2 at Revolt 1.
Maximus: For once I agree with the less fortunate. Chris you did indeed lose two matches one to me and the other to two old men what keeps you so confident?
Reverend Bhris: Positivity of course and that’s what I’m trying to give you all so you guys as well can be as confident as I am even after a minor setback like that. You two are so hardheaded though and want to all the sudden come together and play “Roast Chris Elite” so you know what? Screw this positivity shit. (Chris Elite begins to take off his reverend clothing and lying underneath is his wrestling attire) we don’t have to wait until Revolt 2.
Maximus: Cool down tough guy no one wants to fight unless you want a repeat of what happened to you last week.
Chris Elite: What happened last week was a cheap shot and a fluke just like your win at Revolt 1. So YOU cut the tough guy act and stop acting like you beat me because you’re better than me. You beat me because I was already beat down. I’m not going to keep repeating the same excuse over and over again though because at Revolt 2 I have one match and I promise you, that you won’t walk out with what you walked in with.
TLA: Yeah holmes because I’m walking out with it not you Chris Elite and not you Maximus.
Maximus Lier: Yeah, yeah I’ve heard it all before the fact of the matter is that I am going to retain this championship and nothing you two can say or do is going to change that. I can guarantee it now excuse me I have champion things to go do.
(The camera fades back to the ring to show Emilia Fortune and Taylor Lane warming up in the ring)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring… EMILIA FORTUNE AND TAYLOR LANEEE!!
(“Watch Me” by Jaden Smith hits as Stella Star approaches the ring and makes her way to the ring smiling)
Bella Braxton: From Los Angeles, California.. STEEEELLLLLLAAAAA STTTTTAAAARRR!!
James Peters: Fatal four way Freeweight action up next! Out next is the impressive Stella Star, can she squeeze out a victory here tonight?
(“Don’t Waste My Time” by Krept and Konan hits as Lexi Sheckler steps onto the stage. She coldly locks her eyes on her opponents and continues down the ramp)
Bella Braxton: And from San Clemente, California… LEEEEEEXXIIIII SHEEEEECCCKKKLLLLLERRRR!!
Rich Russillo: And here’s the woman of the hour! The #1 Contender, SO CLOSE to her match with Sienna Jade, she MUST avoid a loss, a defeat her would be absolutely devastating for her momentum!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: As we get this fatal four way match underway, Rich let me ask you… what’s the strategy here?!
Rich Russillo: The strategy is simple Peters! Look, I mean ABSOLUTELY NO disrespect to the other three women in this match, NONE! But Lexi Sheckler is the #1 Contender to the Freeweight Championship, she’s damn near the talk of the whole wrestling world! She’s easily the biggest threat in this match… the strategy is for the other three women to team up on her…
James Peters: AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THEY’RE DOING!! STELLA STAR, TAYLOR LANE AND EMILIA FORTUNE ALL GANG UP ON LEXI SHECKLER, POUNDING INTO HER, BRINGING HER DOWN TO HER KNEES… LEXI TRYING TO FIGHT BACK, SENDING A FEW SHOTS INTO THE GUT OF STELLA STAR BUT THE NUMBERS GAME IS TOO MUCH FOR HER TO OVERCOME… THEY’VE MANAGED TO BRING HER FULLY DOWN NOW, LAID OUT ON THE CANVAS AND THEY’RE NOT LETTING UP!! THE ONSLAUGHT CONTINUES… STOMPS AND STOMPS AND MORE STOMPS TO THE BACK AND SPINE OF LEXI SHECKLER, AND YOU JUST KNOW THAT SOMEWHERE SIENNA JADE IS LOVING THIS!!
James Peters: Stella Star gets one last, final stomp in for good measure before the three women FINALLY lay off of her and turn their attention towards each other… STELLA STAR WITH A FOREARM RIGHT TO THE FACE OF TAYLOR LANE, TAKING HER OUT… EMILIA FORTUNE FROM BEHIND GRABS STELLA STAR, LOOKING TO LIFT HER UP FOR AN INVERTED SUPLEX BUT OH WOW!! STELLA STAR HERE ABLE TO GET A KNEE UP AND SEND IT DIRECTLY INTO THE TOP OF THE HEAD OF FORTUNE… STAR LANDS BEHIND FORTUNE AND NOW LIFTS HER UP FOR A BACK SUPLEX, THIS ONE CONNECTING!!
Rich Russillo: FORTUNE WITH AN AWKWARD LANDING ON THAT BACK, I HOPE SHE’S ALRIGHT… AND NOW… OH LOOK PETERS!! LEXI SHECKLER’S BACK, HERE WE GO!!
James Peters: LEXI SHECKLER TO HER FEET… SHE MEETS STELLA STAR IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND THE TWO COME TO BLOWS!! SHECKLER GETTING THE BETTER OF THE EXCHANGE, KNOCKING STELLA OFF HER FEET!! STELLA STUMBLES BACK TO HER FEET, SHE CHARGES TOWARDS SHECKLER BUT SHECKLER STOPS HER DEAD IN HER TRACKS WITH A PUNCH RIGHT TO THE THROAT!! OH MY GOD RICH, DID YOU SEE THAT?! HOW VICIOUS WAS THAT?! A STRAIGHT PUNCH, A STRAIGHT FIST RIGHT TO THE THROAT OF STELLA!! SHE COLLAPSES TO THE CANVAS, GASPING FOR AIR AS HE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING… THERE’S NO TELLING WHAT DAMAGE MAY HAVE BEEN DONE RIGHT THERE!!
Rich Russillo: GOOD GOD SOMEONE COME CHECK ON HER!!
James Peters: TAYLOR LANE SPINS SHECKLER AROUND, BUT SHECKLER QUICKER IN THE DRAW… MEETING HER WITH A KICK TO THE MID-SECTION… APPLYING A FRONT FACELOCK AND LIFTING HER UP HIGH INTO THE AIR… AND DROPPING HER BACK DOWN WITH A BRAINBUSTER!! TAYLOR LANE IS DOWN… AND NOW SHECKLER SETS HER SIGHTS ON EMILIA FORTUNE… JUST NOW GETTING BACK TO HER FEET… SHECKLER COMES RUNNING TOWARDS HER… KING ME!! SHECKLER FLIPPING OVER AND BOUNCING FORTUNE’S SKULL OFF THE CANVAS… SHE FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH THE COVER!!
Ref: ONEEE!!… TWOOO!!… THREEE!! ABSOLUTE DOMINATION FROM THE #1 CONTENDER!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Don’t Waste My Time” begins to play as Lexi Sheckler gets to her feet and raises a fist in victory)
Bella Braxton: Your winner… LEXXXXIIIIII SHECKLER!!
James Peters: WOW!!
Rich Russillo: What a performance by Lexi Sheckler! What a roll she’s on heading into REVOLT 2! That is literally exactly what she needed, the PERFECT performance heading into next week!
James Peters: She looks damn near unstoppable right now, Rich! What the hell does Sienna Jade think about all this?!
(Camera fades to an outdoor area where Osiris can be seen standing ready to address the camera)
Osiris: For far too long I’ve been held back, I’ve been held back by these voices in my head, these visions that I’ve had guide me all throughout my lifetime. These visions that I’ve followed to lead me on the path to REVOLT! Pro Combat. But I’ve finally seen the light. I was so busy thinking that believing in such nonsense was guiding me on a right path, that I didn’t even realize it was actually holding me back. I hadn’t realized that all I needed to do to reach success in this company and in life was to follow not a delusion… but my instincts.
(Osiris runs his hands through his hair)
Osiris: I should be the person hoisting up that Welterweight Championship, I should be the person plastered all over your graphics and videos, but I’m not and the only person I have to blame is myself. From here on out, “The Vision” is no longer… because I see even clearler now, I see that destiny is in my hands. It is my destiny to become the future of REVOLT Pro Combat, it is my destiny to become the greatest performer you have ever witnessed. From here on out this is the new and improved Osiris, and there’s nothing anyone will be able to do to stop be from fulfilling my goals.
(Screen fades to black)
(Camera pans to ringside where “Jerusalem” by Emerson Lake and Palmer hits. Reginald Dampshaw walks down to the ring not in any particular hurry)
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Ryde, Isle of Wight, England, weighing in at 225 pounds… REGINALD DAMPSHAW THREEEEEEE!!!!!
Peters: Dampshaw has all the makings of being a future main event talent. He is a guy that is not be trifled with. Despite his snobby aristocratic upbringing, he backs up what he says on the microphone week in and week out inside that squared circle!
(“Blood on the Leaves” by Kanye West hits as Alejandro Correa excitedly makes his way down the ramp, receiving a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Madrid, Spain, weighing in at 205 pounds… ALEJANDROOO CORREAAA!!!!
Russillo: As good as Dampshaw is, Correa has a lot of potential himself. This is a guy who has all the wrestling attributes, the makeup to be successful. He’s gonna have to show his mettle out here tonight.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Peters: This star-studded bout between Alejandro Correa and Reginald Dampshaw III is underway! Reginald Damshaw prods Alejandro to knot up with him, and Alejandro gleefully obliges! The two men are tying up in the center of the ring, and Dampshaw is backing Correa down, demonstrating his status as the more powerful competitor of these two, but Alejandro masterfully manages to maneuver out of the tie up, throwing Dampshaw’s arm over his shoulder and positioning Dampshaw in a waistlock position! The undeterred dampshaw slings an elbow to the head of Alejandro Correa, but Correa quickly ducks under it and is in perfect position as he executes a Back Suplex to Reginald Dampshaw! Dampshaw is downed and Alejandro Correa has a whole head of steam already in the early-going of this matchup, darting toward the ropes, now scaling them, and he’s at the summit! Dampshaw is slow to his feet, turns around, and it’s a LEAPING BIG BOOT ATTEMPT FROM ALEJANDRO CORREA — ONLY DAMPSHAW CRAFTILY MANAGES TO DODGE OUT OF THE WAY OF HIS CERTAIN DEMISE! — BUT HE CAN’T BUY HIMSELF ANY TIME AS ALEJANDRO CORREA MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET, AND DAMPSHAW FROM BEHIND GETS HIM WITH A NECKBREAKER!
Russillo: And look at Dampshaw! He’s going to go for the pinfall!
Ref: ONEEEEEEE!!!… TWOOOOOOO!!!…
Russillo: BUT A KICKOUT FROM ALEJANDRO CORREA! THE MOMENTUM HAS SHIFTED TOWARD THE ARISTOCRATIC INTELLECTUAL REGINALD DAMPSHAW, WHO TAKES ALEJANDRO CORREA BY THE ARM AND FORCIBLY MAKES HIS OPPONENT STAND UP, CONNECTING WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE, AND ANOTHER! DAMPSHAW IS KEEN TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY AS HE JUST WAILS AWAY WITH THESE SLAPS TO THE FACE OF ALEJANDRO CORREA — AND THE CROWD IS LETTING DAMPSHAW HEAR IT, RALLYING BEHIND ALEJANDRO CORREA, WHO RESPONDS WITH A STIFF SHOOT KICK TO THE STERNUM OF REGINALD DAMPSHAW! FALL BACK, DAMPSHAW! DAMPSHAW STAGGERS BACKWARD AND IS PINNED UP AGAINST THE ROPES, AND NOW IT’S ALEJANDRO CORREA CONNECTING WITH A KNIFE-EDGED CHOP TO THE CHEST OF DAMPSHAW! YOU CAN SEE DAMPSHAW’S CHEST GETTING REDDER WITH EVERY CHOP, AS ALEJANDRO CORREA EXECUTES MULTIPLE MORE KNIFE-EDGED CHOPS — BUT AN INCREDIBLE MOVE TO STAVE OFF CORREA AS DAMPSHAW CONNECTS WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE! A DIRTY TACTIC, BUT A WINNING TACTIC!
Peters: THAT THUMB TO THE EYE IS FORCING ALEJANDRO CORREA TO TRY AND REGROUP! HE CLUTCHES AT HIS EYEBALLS AND TRIES TO REGAIN HIS CURRENTLY OBSCURED VISION, BUT DAMPSHAW WITH A RAKE TO THE BACK OF ALEJANDRO CORREA, AND HE’S GOING TO FEEL THAT ONE IN THE MORNING! THERE’S GOING TO BE MARKS ALL OVER THIS GUY — AS IF THERE AREN’T ENOUGH IN THE CROWD TONIGHT! AND NOW REGINALD DAMPSHAW FINDS ALEJANDRO CORREA AS HE TURNS AROUND, HOISTING HIM UP IN THE AIR HIGH ABOVE HIS HEAD, AND A LOUD THUD AS THE BACK OF ALEJANDRO CORREA MEETS THE UNFORGIVING, COLD WRESTLING MAT! A DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX BY REGINALD DAMPSHAW, AND HE SEEMS TO BE WELL ON HIS WAY TO VICTORY!
Russillo: … But what’s this?! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD, AND IT’S MALCOLM JONES! SWAGGER ON FLEEK!
Peters: Don’t ever say that again, Russillo.
Russillo: WHATEVER, I’M HYPE! MALCOLM JONES IS OUT HERE AND REGINALD DAMPSHAW HAS NO IDEA WHY! THIS IS NO BUSINESS OF HIS! DAMPSHAW IS LIVID AS MALCOLM JONES CAVALIERLY SAUNTERS DOWN THE RAMP, POINTING AND SMILING AT REGINALD DAMPSHAW, WHO HAS A LOOK OF UTTER DISGUST IN HIS EYES — AND A ROLL-UP FROM BEHIND BY ALEJANDRO CORREA!! IS HE GOING TO STEAL ONE TONIGHT?
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!….. TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!… THRREEEEEE!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Blood on the Leaves” by Kanye West hits as Alejandro Correa’s arm is raised. He quickly scurries out of the ring as Reginald Dampshaw rips the pads off the turnbuckles in a fit of rage. Meanwhile, Malcolm Jones points and laughs as he walks back up the ramp)
Bella Braxton: The winner of this match by pinfall… ALEJANDROOO CORREAA!!!!
Peters: I’ll be damned! Reginald Dampshaw was well on his way to yet another victory before Malcolm Jones interfered, distracting him and giving Alejandro Correa the “W” in the process!
Russillo: Reginald Dampshaw isn’t going to take this BS lying down. If Malcolm Jones thinks this is anywhere close to over, he’s sadly, SORELY mistaken!
(GETCHA MERCH advertisement plays)
(REBELLION comes back from commercial as ‘Fly Away’ by Lil Wayne begins to blast throughout the building. Suddenly, an old man walks out from the back looking like the hamburglar as he limps his way to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the guest referee… Ladies and gentlemen please welcome… R…. J…. SKIIIIIIIIIILLLED!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: Welcome BACK to REBELLION ladies and gents! Tonight we get to see the Prince of Phenomenal go against Shackleford in a much-anticipated bout! And to top it off, we also get a glimpse of RJ Skilled as the guest ref. Wondering how this eventually plays out!
Rich Russillo: On behalf of REVOLT! Pro Combat, we are not in any way responsible for what happens to this old geezer. You hear that, APS?
(R.J Skilled slowly climbs into the ring and throws his hands in the air as he waves them like he just don’t care! The crowd isn’t receptive as they boo him repeatedly.)
Rich Russillo: Yikes. Looks like no one really wants to see R.J here tonight. Tough crowd.
(‘Kill Your Masters’ by Run The Jewels begins to blast throughout the arena as Shackleford emerges from the back. He makes eye contact with R.J skilled who is disgustingly flirting with Bella Braxton as Shackleford makes his way to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: (As she scoots away from R.J) Introducing first… From Fratton, Portsmouth… Weighing in at 240 lbs… SHAAAAAAAAAAAACKLEFOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!
James Peters: Shackleford not looking too pleased with R.J being the deciding factor whether he’s going to come out the victor or not.
Rich Russillo: Can you blame the guy? We have REVOLT’s senior resident in the ring being a damn creep. If we don’t want up to a tweet from Bella talking about #MeToo then I’ll be shocked.
(Shackleford enters the ring and goes to his respective corner as “If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray is heard throughout the arena. Suddenly, Prince of Phenomenal emerges as the crowd rises to their feet. POP does his phenomenal pose as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… Residing in South Beach, Florida… Weighing in at 245 lbs… HE IS THE REVOLT! MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION… PRINCE OF PHEEEEEEEEENOMENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: Our Midweight champ looking very happy this evening as he faces off Shackleford on Sunday night REBELLION.
Rich Russillo: He sure does, but everyone keeps having the same reaction to grandpa over there – disgust!
(R.J limps over to POP and checks his tights to see if he’s hiding anything, however, he finds nothing. He then limps towards Shackleford as he demands him to bend over to check more thoroughly but Shackleford adamantly denies his advances.)
James Peters: Is he… Does he want to perform a strip search on this man?
Rich Russillo: Oh this old bastard has lost it!
(Finally, R.J gives up as he puts away the rubber glove he pulled out of his pocket. R.J rings for the bell!)
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And finally this match is underway after such a weird beginning! Both men are circling one another as POP thinks quick and locks shoulders with Shackleford. POP manages to use his utter strength and pushes Shackleford back to the nearest ring corner. R.J Skilled is nonchalantly asking for POP to back off but POP is pressing the rubber sole from his boot into the throat of Shackleford! RJ isn’t even giving him a count to let go! What the hell is this?!
R.J Skilled: Oooone. Uhhh, twooooooo…
Rich Russillo: Finally POP let’s go but we waited a good five seconds, Peters! Or even more, I think I lost count! But POP is not finished as he begins to give him some vicious forearms to the face of Shackleford! Finally, POP steps back and grabs Shackleford by the arm and whips him to the opposite turnbuckle across the ring! But Shackleford doesn’t let go as he reverses it! The reversal sends POP straight to the original turnbuckle as Shackleford charges! Shackleford rams his shoulder into POP’s midsection one time! Two times! But before Shackleford can continue, here comes papa Skilled and breaks it up! R.J is YELLING at Shackleford telling him that he’s a deviant! What was the other thing he mentioned? Oh, he just called him a bastard! Shackleford is growing increasingly irritated as he tells R.J to back the hell off but R.J is NOT backing down from the Fratton Native.
James Peters: Shackleford is not happy as he’s now arguing with R.J Skilled but WITHIN A MILLISECOND POP TAKES ADVANTAGE AS HE HITS SHACKLEFORD WITH THE ENZIGURI! The impact to the side of Shackleford’s head appears strong as Shackleford falls down to the ground! POP quickly rolls him to his back and goes for the cover!
James Peters: BUT SHACKLEFORD QUICKLY KICKS OUT! I don’t know what’s wrong with this RJ fellow but he needs to stop being a biased prick and call this match evenly and fair! POP grabs Shackleford and scoop slam! Shackleford is wincing in pain as POP walks around the ring for a second. POP comes back and attempts to pick Shackleford up but Shackleford extends his long feet and kicks him in the fact which sends POP stumbling back! Shackleford quickly raises to his feet as he wraps his arms around POP… SUPLEX! GOD, HAS POP LAND RIGHT ON HIS NECK! Shackleford is feeling momentum as he attempts to end this quickly! He’s getting cheered by the crowd as Shackleford is preparing POP for the clothesline from hell! Shackleford is going to use the ring ropes to give him extra momentum to make sure POP is down and out! Shackleford bounces off of the ropes but… BUT SUDDENLY STOPS! WHY? BECAUSE RJ SKILLED JUST STOPPED HIM DEAD IN HIS TRACKS! WHAT THE HELL IS HIS EXCUSE NOW?!
R.J Skilled: (Heard without a mic.) Yo.. you got the number for life-alert, dawg?
Rich Russillo: SHACKLEFORD IS BAFFLED! SHACKLEFORD CAN’T BELIEVE THIS NIMROD IS A REVOLT! PRO COMBAT EMPLOYEE WHO IS GETTING PAID FOR THIS MOCKERY! Shackleford is arguing with R.J Skilled who is demanding for the number of life-alert. BUT POP IS ON HIS FEET! POP GIVES A STRONG, STIFF KICK TO GUT OF SHACKLEFORD AS HE BENDS HIM FORWARD AND LIFTS HIM UP… CROWN OF THORNS! THE STYLES CLASH IS EXECUTED! POP GOES FOR THE PIN!
R.J Skilled: ONETWOTHREE RING THE BELL!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: ARE YOU GODDAMN KIDDING ME?!
(POP’s theme hits as he quickly rolls out of the ring. He stands on the outside of the ring with a giant grin on his face as the referee hands him his Middleweight championship.)
Bella Braxton: AND YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL.. THE MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION.. PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING! I CAN’T BELIEVE R.J SKILLED WAS ALLOWED TO CALL THIS MATCH! THIS MAKES ME SO ANGRY!
Rich Russillo: Well, Peters, looks like you’re not the only one who’s mad…
(POP’s theme dies down as a disappointed Shackleford is on his knees in the middle of the ring. R.J is trying to demand him to exit the ring but Shackleford is not complying. Shackleford looks up towards R.J who is barking orders.)
James Peters: Shackleford just rose to his feet and HITS RJ SKILLED WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! OH GOD, HE KILLED THE OLD MAN! DID WE JUST WITNESS A MURDER? R.J’S BODY FELL LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! I don’t want to be rude to the elderly and say that he deserved it but he kind of did, Rich! Uh oh, Shackleford isn’t done as he’s grabbing the old geezer by his head and is dragging him out of the ring and now towards the ramp! Jesus, what is he doing?!
(The camera follows as Shackleford is dragging the poor old bastard by his feet backstage. Backstage personnel is seen scrambling as they get out of the way. Shackleford walks through various hallways until he encounters a metal door with a big red sign that says “EXIT” Shackleford hits the door with his leg which forces it to open. R.J Skilled is heard pleading with Shackleford as he pays no attention.)
Rich Russillo: OKAY, FOLKS, WE ARE CURRENTLY OUTSIDE OF THE STADIUM AND SHACKLEFORD IS STILL DRAGGING THIS MAN THROUGH THE CONCRETE, LEAVING HIM BLOODIED AND BRUISED! SHACKLEFORD HAS FINALLY STOPPED AS HE SPOTS A LARGE, GREEN DUMPSTER! OH GOD, DON’T TELL ME HE’S GOING TO… YES! HE’S GOING TO THROW R.J SKILLED INTO THE GOD. DAMN. DUMPSTER! SHACKLEFORD USES HIS STRENGTH AND PICKS R.J SKILLED UP LIKE A RAG DOLL AND HOLDS HIM OVER HIS HEAD! BUT HERE COMES JASON SKILLED! JASON SKILLED IS IN THE HOUSE AS HE PUNCHES THE MIDSECTION OF SHACKLEFORD WHICH FORCES HIM TO DROP THE OLD GEEZER ON THE GROUND! I’M SURE HE BROKE A HIP OR TWO, YOU COULD JUST HEAR THAT IMPACT!
James Peters: SHACKLEFORD AND JASON ARE GOING AT IT BUT JASON IS EASILY DOMINATED BY SHACKLEFORD AS HE GIVES HIM A K.O PUNCH TO THE JAW! THAT’LL TEACH THAT SISSY BOY! SHACKLEFORD STEPS BACK AND… ANOTHER VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! THAT LEAVES JASON SKILLED ON THE GROUND LIFELESS!
(The camera’s go down to the concrete floor where R.K and Jason are facing one another.)
R.J Skilled: (muffled) god damn it, Jason!
James Peters: SHACKLEFORD JUST PICKED R.J SKILLED BY HIS SHIRT AND FLUNG HIM INTO THE DUMPSTER! GOOD GOD! NOW HE HAS HIS SIGHTS ON JASON AS HE PICKS HIM UP AS WELL AND THROWS HIS ASS INTO THE DUMPSTER! SHACKLEFORD BEGINS TO LAUGH IN UTTER SATISFACTION AS HE CLOSES THE LID AND BRUSHES HIS HANDS. EVEN THOUGH POP WON THE MATCH EARLIER, THE REAL WINNER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WAS SHACKLEFORD TONIGHT.
(The cameras show Shackleford brushing his hands as he slowly walks away from the scene. The image focuses on the green dumpster as REBELLION fades to commercial.)
(Prince of Phenomenal is seen walking backstage following his match as he’s suddenly approached by Sofia Clarke who wants to interview with him)
Sofia: POP! POP! I wanted to ask you a few questions before you headed out tonight regarding your big matchup with Lucian next week.
Prince of Phenomenal: Well I got a little time to spare, go for i–
James Peters: AND OUT OF NOWHERE LUCIAN BAAL AMBUSHES POP!!! SOFIA CLARKE HIGHTAILS IT OUT BUT LUCIAN KNOCKS POP OVER AND IS NOW ATTACKING HIM WITH A BARRAGE OF STOMPS!!! WHAT A CALCULATED MOVE BY THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
Lucian(kneeling over the slumped POP): You better get used to this feeling, POP. The time for games are over. Your bullshit has gotten in my head and costed me some wins here, but the one that you WON’T cost me is the only win that matters….. FOR THIS BELT.
(Lucian grabs the dropped Middleweight Championship up from the ground as a struggling POP slowly gets up)
James Peters: LUCIAN KNOCKS POP RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A VICIOUS SHOT TO THE SKULL FROM THAT CHAMPIONSHIP! LUCIAN MEANS BUSINESS TONIGHT!
Lucian: See you Sunday.
(Lucian drops the belt on a laid out POP and walks away as the camera fades back to the ring)
Bella Braxton: This match is scheduled for one fall!… AND IT IS FOR THE REVOLT PRO LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!… Introducing first!
As “Disease” plays, Liam walks out with his hood up , and bandana on. He then takes both off at the same time, as water comes out of his mouth. He pulls his bandana back on, and walks down to the ring, until he gets up on the top rope, spreads his arms, before jumping down into the ring.
Bella Braxton: The challenger… weighing in at 225 lbs, now residing in Ballymun, Dublin, Ireland…”The Midnight Rider”…LLLLIIIIIIIAAAAAMMMM AAARRRRRRRCCCHHHHHERRRRR!
James Peters: Here’s a man who has raised his stock here in Revolt as of late, winning a match against Lucian Baal two weeks ago. And now a mammoth sized opportunity in front of him, the Light Heavyweight Championship!
Bella Braxton: And his opponent…
(“Headlines” by Drake begins playing as Hurricane Hawk and Ms. Extreme come out onto the apron. They both smirk at each other as Hawk adjusts the Light Heavyweight Championship title on his shoulder. They both begin slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Weighing in at 239 lbs, now residing in Oakland, California, accompanied to the ring by Ms. Extreme…he is the Revolt Light Heavyweight Champion….HUUUUUUUURRRIIIICCAAANNNEEE HHHAAAAAWWWWWKKKK!!!
James Peters: Hurricane Hawk has the possibility of being Revolt’s first ever dual champion as he and Ms. Extreme face Liquid Swords next Saturday at REVOLT 2 but first, he has to worry about Liam Archer… if he’s not careful, by this time next week he might have no titles!
Rich Russillo: Yeah, and with the momentum Archer has, it’s not going to be a walk in the park for Hawk. As you mentioned, Archer beat Lucian Baal two weeks ago and then last week put up one hell of a showing and went toe to toe with Mr. DEDEDE.
Referee: Ring the bell!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And we’re off! The two men begin circling each other, Archer quick and light on his feet while Hawk is slower and more methodical. They go to tie up, but Archer kicks Hawk in the leg! They circle each other again and again Archer kicks Hawk in the leg when they go to tie up! Archer is smirking now and Hawk looks irritated. Once more they go to tie up..but this time Hawk catches Archer’s foot and shakes his head. He uses his strength to shove Archer down on his back. Archer quickly gets back up and this time they lock up for real. Hawk pushes Archer off him and when Archer comes back, Hawk throws him with a deep hip toss! Archer gets up again, but Hawk meets him with a drop kick! Hawk goes for the pin!
James Peters: I don’t think Hawk expected to get the win there.
Rich Russillo: It was probably just Hawk telling Archer to fuck off with the kicks.
James Peters: Both men get back to their feet and Hawk runs towards Archer, but Archer moves out of the way..Hawk turns around only to be met with a kick to the gut. He then lifts Hawk up on his shoulders and slams him down with a Death Valley driver! He picks Hawk off the mat and hits him with a dropkick of his own! Now it’s Archer that goes for the pin!
James Peters: A little tit for tat, Rich!
Rich Russillo: Don’t ever say tit around me again, Peters…
James Peters: Both men go back to circling each other and they lock up once more. This time Archer grabs a wristlock on Hawk. He whips Hawk into the ropes, but as Hawk comes back, he ducks under Archer’s arm. Then Hawk slams Archer with a vicious clothesline! He then drops an elbow right into Archer’s head! Hawk gets back up and picks up Archer, only to throw him down again with a snap suplex! He goes for the pin!
James Peters: Archer kicks out right after 2! Both men get to their feet and run towards each other! The pace is quickening! Archer and Hawk sending forearms into each other! Neither man is backing down! Archer is the first one to stagger and Hawk takes advantage by kicking Archer in the gut and with the quickness of a cat, hits a Snap DDT! Archer looks like he doesn’t know where he is! Hawk gets up and begins sending boots to Archer’s extremities. He then drops a knee to Archer’s face. Hurricane walks to a corner, winks at Ms. Extreme and starts pumping up the crowd! I think we all know what he’s calling for, Rich! He’s looking for the Legacy Cutter! Archer gets up on wobbly feet and turns around into-NO! Archer throws Hawk off of him…and hits a double knee backbreaker! But Archer doesn’t go for the pin!
Rich Russillo: Dumb move, Peters!
James Peters: He’s deciding to go to the apron, Rich! Maybe he’s looking for his signature “All Bark No Bite”. Can you imagine the disrespect if he hits his own cutter onto Hurricane Hawk and beats him with it?
Rich Russillo: I like it. That’s a “anything you can do, I can do better” move if ever I saw one.
James Peters: Archer is waiting for Hawk to get up. Hawk does and quickly runs towards Archer but Archer kicks Hawk in the face! Hawk staggers back towards the middle of the ring. Archer smirks and then he blows a kiss to Ms. Extreme, who answers with a disinterested look and a middle finger! Archer shrugs and then launches himself off of the top rope. It looks like he’s going to-OH MY GOD! HURRICANE HAWK JUST CAUGHT LIAM ARCHER MID-AIR WITH A LEGACY CUTTER! A MID-AIR LEGACY CUTTER!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Rich Russillo: Hawk looks like even can’t believe it!
James: He goes for the cover!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: What a finish! I don’t think I’ve ever seen something like that! And you know what? Liam Archer has nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe he shouldn’t have been trying to flirt with Ms. Extreme, but it was an even match the whole way through, he just got caught! But what quick thinking by Hurricane Hawk! That’s why he’s our Light Heavyweight Champion, ladies and gentleman, and that’s why he could become a Tag Team Champion in less than a week as well!
Bella Braxton: And your winner, AND STILL the Revolt Light Heavyweight Champion…HUUUUUUUURRRIIIICCAAANNNEEE HHHAAAAAWWWWWKKKK!!!
(Hawk and Ms. Extreme celebrate in the ring. Hawk throws his Light Heavyweight Championship title over his shoulder and then motions to his waist that he’s going to win another one, to which Ms. Extreme nods. Fade to commercial)
(The Revenant alongside Bo Maro is shown standing by backstage near a monitor with Allen Livingston as they anticipate the main event)
Allen Livingston: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, he is the number one contender for the REVOLT Heavyweight Championship, The Revenant! Now Rev, you’re out here to do a little more scouting on your REVOLT 2 opponent but can you give me a little brief explanation on what you’ve assessed so far?
The Revenant: You know what I’ve assessed? I’ve assessed the fact that the guy is a complete joke. He’s a product of a hype machine because REVOLT wants to say that they’ve build a star from the ground up, so they choose any half decent twit out of a hat and strap a rocket to his back and hopes that the rest of the fans buy into the propaganda that he’s some sort of star who stands out from the pack. I don’t buy it. I don’t subscribe to the bullshit I’m fed and that’s why I’m me and well.. anybody who supports him is a fucking sheep. I’ve scored a victory over this clown before so why can’t I do it again, while everybody’s so busy enamored with a shiny new toy they don’t even realize that the true top dog in the division is ME. I took down Scott Diamond of all people and Andrei’s claim to fame is what… winning a championship match against two men I’ve also defeated one who flamed out quicker than he came? I don’t subscribe to the hype machine and I’ll be the first person to make that that the machine malfunctions because I’m gonna kick the shit out of it until it does. Understand the fact that I am the fucking Dreadknight! I don’t need some stupid “mindfucks” or tricks or games to get my point across, I’m straight forward. And Andrei is gonna find out the hard way about that. Trust me and believe me when I tell you, I WILL walk out of REVOLT 2 your NEW Heavyweight Champion. Now get the fuck out of my face.
(Camera cuts back to James Peters and Rich Russillo at the commentary desk.)
James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen, we have now reached our main event! You cannot understand how excited I am for this one!
Rich Russillo: Oh, I can see how excited you are, Peters. Keep it in your pants, you pervert!
James Peters: Umm..I..Take it away, Bella!
Bella Braxton: This match is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Bella Braxton: Introducing first…
(White lights in the arena flicker to radiate so brilliantly it almost temporarily blinds the audience. Impact takes several steps down the ramp with his eyes closed, as if symbolically “turning his back” as he feels people have him, before widening his emotionless eyes and walking to the ring. Mr. DEDEDE follows suit, only every now and then glancing and grimacing at the crowd. They both look at each other and nod, while Impact enters the ring.)
Bella Braxton: From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 240 lbs, h ie is one half of the REVOLT Tag Team Champions…This. Is. IIIIIMMMMMPPPAAAACCTTTT!!!
James Peters: Liquid Swords in full force tonight. Mr. DEDEDE is on the floor with both Tag Team Championships on his shoulders looking as confident as Impact is.
Bella Braxton: And his opponent…
(“Pray For Me” sounds around the arena, which sends the crowd into a mixed reaction of boos and cheers, and the lights dim down so only the stage is visible as the song begins to build up. Andrei walks out onto the lit stage, his Heavyweight Championship title around his waist. As the song kicks in, Andrei roars loudly to the crowd as the lights fully come back on around the arena.)
Bella Braxton: From Bucharest, Romainia, now residing in Doncaster, England, weighing in at 245 lbs he is the REVOLT Heavyweight Champion….”The Agent of Chaos”…AAANNNDDDRRREEEIII SOOOOKKKKOOOOLLLOOVVAAAA!!!
(Andrei enters the ring. He turns his back on Impact and takes off his trenchcoat. He looks back at Impact and smirks before turning completely from him. Impact rushes Andrei and begins laying in fists to his back before the match begins.)
James Peters: Impact didn’t take kindly to Sokolova’s disrespect there! The match hasn’t even started and Impact is already attacking him!
Rich Russillo: Andrei should know better! As a champion himself, you don’t turn your back on your opponent, especially not Impact. I don’t care if it is mind games.
James Peters: The referee pulls Impact off of Andrei and asks if he’s ok to fight. Andrei nods and signals for the bell.
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: Andrei gets to his feet and tries to shake some cobwebs out. Both men go to the centre of the ring and lock up. Impact gets Andrei in a headlock and begins punching him in the head. The referee admonishes Impact for this and he complies. Andrei pushes Impact off of him only to be met with a shoulder block. Cover!
James Peters: Both men get up and Andrei runs the ropes . He goes for a clothesline but Impact ducks it. When Andrei comes running back, Impact hits him with a huge tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Another cover!
James Peters: Andrei kicks out right a two! Impact has had Andrei’s number since blindsiding him before the match!
Rich Russillo: Don’t turn your back on Impact and that wouldn’t have happened!
James Peters: Impact picks Andrei up and begins hitting him with knife edge chops! Chop after chop and Andrei’s chest is starting to turn red! One more chop and Impact runs and jumps off the second rope, looking for a springboard dropkick…but Andrei swats him away! Impact lands on his feet…and turns around only to be met by a roundhouse kick by Andrei! Andrei quickly picks Impact up, turns him around..back suplex! Andrei goes for the cover!
James Peters: Impact kicks out! Finally we’re seeing some life from Andrei, and I think he’s in the zone now. Both men get up and Andrei grabs Impact’s head. He sends knee up into Impact’s temples! Impact looks wobbly now! Spinning backfist! Impact staggers and falls into the ropes. He comes back towards Andrei who goes for another backfist…but Impact chop blocks it and then hits Andrei with a step up enziguiri! Both men are on the ground now!
Rich Russillo: Looks like it’s Impact who’s shaking out the cobwebs now, Peters!
James Peters: Impact is the first to his feet, but Andrei isn’t far behind! Both men are up now and they meet each other in the centre once more! European uppercut by Andrei! But that’s met with a knife edge chop by Impact! Another uppercut! Another chop! Andrei screams in Impact’s face and runs to the opposite ropes. Andrei is looking for the running bicycle knee! But Impact moves out of the way! Impact kicks Andrei in the gut and then goes under his legs..I think he’s going for The Absolution! He gets him up! But Andrei fights out of it! Andrei hits Impact with one more spinning backfist, this time there was some extra stank on it!
Rich Russillo: Did..did you just say “stank”, Peters?
James Peters: Yep! Andrei goes for the cover!
1! 2! 3-NO!
James Peters: Impact kicked out at just the right time! That was almost it for him right there! Andrei nods his head and smirks. I don’t think he was any under delusions that this was going to be an easy match and I think he likes it that way!
Rich Russillo: He’s also probably happy that he’s beating Impact’s ass after the blindside!
James Peters: Andrei picks Impact up but Impact still has some fight in him! He throws punches into Andrei’s gut. Eventually, Andrei loosens his grip on Impact and causes him to stagger. Impact takes this advantage to send one more shot into Andrei’s gut, this time a kick and then hooks both of his arms, flips him over, slowly but surely and slams Andrei’s back onto his knee!
Rich Russillo: Working the back, working the back! Impact is a veteran of this sport!
James Peters: Impact has trouble picking Andrei off the mat, but he still is able to. He moves behind Andrei and lifts both of his arms in the air. The Absolution! He hits! Will he go for a pin? No! He turns Andrei over and goes for the legs! He’s going for it! With he cinch it in? YES! THERE IT IS! WALLS OF IMPACT! Andrei is screaming now! I don’t know if Impact has it completely locked in though! I may be right, as Andrei begins crawling towards the ropes! He gets there-wait a second! DEDEDE just swatted his hand away, and the ref didn’t see it!
Rich Russillo: Ref didn’t see it, didn’t happen.
James Peters: Andrei grabs the ropes again…and again DEDEDE swats his hand away! Referee, are you blind?!? One more time Andrei grabs for the rope…but this time he catches DEDEDE’s hand! HE’S BITING HIM! HE’S BITING HIM!
Mr. DEDEDE: AHH! What the fuck?!?
James Peters: Andrei finally gets a hold of the ropes and the referee begins counting!
1! 2! 3! 4!
James Peters: Impact lets go but makes sure to wrench on that move just a little bit tighter at the end there. DEDEDE is outside holding his hand in pain and Impact doesn’t look too pleased! Him and DEDEDE begin arguing with the referee, which gives Andrei time to recover and get back to his feet. Impact turns around to a kick in the stomach and Andrei grabs his wrist. ROUNDHOUSE KICK! SHATTER THY SPIRIT! But before Impact can fall to the ground, Andrei grabs his neck from behind in an inverted DDT position….CHAOS CONTROL! CHAOS CONTROL! HE HITS IT! ANDREI FALLS TO ONE KNEE CLUTCHING HIS BACK BUT HE EVENTUALLY MAKES THE COVER!
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a main event! We knew that these two champions were going to put on a hell of a fight , but they just left it all in the ring! You couldn’t tell who was going to get the W until the final stretch!
Rich Russillo: This is why REVOLT is the hottest promotion on the planet, folks. For matches like that one!
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner, the REVOLT Heavyweight Champion…”The Agent of Chaos”…AAANNNDDDRRREEEIII SOOOOKKKKOOOOLLLOOVVAAAA!!!
(Sokolova takes his championship and raises it high into the air as the camera fades out and the REVOLT! Logo buzzes)