Revolution 1/21/21

[Danny]

As the opening video finishes, 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 another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: In singles competition, Robert Roode makes his UWF return against the debuting Winter.

Mauro Ranallo: In tag team action, The Phenomenal Fan Club takes on Time Machine.

Corey Graves: In their debut, John Cena and Eve Torres will take on H.I.T.

Tom Phillips: Pretty Gifted make their UWF debut and they will tangle with D&G.

Mauro Ranallo: In non-title action, Hornswoggle will face Bray Wyatt.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, the returning CM Punk versus AJ Styles.

Mauro Ranallo:Speaking of AJ Styles, we've got some prerecorded footage of the Phenomenal Fan Club attending their boot camp earlier today.


As Revolution continues, things head to the Phenomenal Boot Camp where Heath and Rhino are standing at attention and Styles is pacing back and forth in front of them like a drill instructor.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Do you know why you maggots lost your match last week?

Heath Slater: Sir, because our bodies were beaten and our stamina was depleted because of training with the, “Problem Solver” Tomko, sir!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Wrong! You lost because your minds weren’t on winning. You lost because you didn’t believe in yourselves heading into it. And you had that excuse locked and loaded for when it happened, didn’t you?

Rhino: Gore.

Heath looks at him like he can’t believe he ratted them out.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Eyes straight ahead, Slater! Now we’re going to forget that loss last week and focus on training you up so that maybe you can walk away with a win this week! Now last time, Tomko wanted to see firsthand just how tough you are. He wanted to see your strength, your speed, your ability to work together towards a common goal. You failed him! You failed me! But most of all, you failed yourselves! This time...

Rhino charges and takes Tomko down with a Gore.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Good God, man, you nearly took him out of his boots! He’s going to need some smelling salts to come out of that coma you just put him in! But maybe, maybe that’s the first step to your breakthrough: overcoming obstacles put in front of you. You boys do some warming up while I tend to Tomko and try to bring him back to this planet, training will resume when I return!

As AJ drags Tomko behind him, Tomko is clearly out of it.

”The Problem Solver” Tomko: Me likey when the green ones go wheeee!


Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!



The arena darkens and we hear the eerie yet soothing melodic intro to "Hands of the Wicked" by Goldy Locks fill the arena.

"Winter loves the fate of the meek...
Her velvet touch preys on the weak..."

Right when the song picks up, a lone blue spotlight shines center stage. In the center of this spotlight stands the silhouette of a figure with her head down. She raises her head and her face is partially exposed to the light, revealing herself to be Winter, who is greeted by the jeering and disdain from the audience. A few moments pass as she begins making her way down the entrance ramp.

Chimel: From London, England... She is the Queen of Chaos... WINTER!!!"

Winter makes it to ringside and walks toward the steel steps. Slowly, she walks up the steel steps and stops on the top steps. She raises her arms, bringing the light back into the arena as the booing and jeering from the audience intensifies. Winter steps up onto the apron and enters the ring before turning her attention toward the entrance as her theme cuts out.



GLORIOUS
NO I WON'T GIVE IN
I WON'T GIVE IN
'TIL I'M VICTORIOUS 
AND I WILL DEFEND
I WILL DEFEND



Chimel: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in 235 pounds... Bobby Roode!

Bobby Roode! The Glorious One! He is in UWF once again! He comes out as he poses at the entrance, as fog is around. He is like enjoying the moment as he was away for many months and now, he is back! He poses one final time as his name appears on titantron. Some of Roode fans are happy to see him but many boo him as they have a clear vision and knowledge, how much of a prick he was. He struts at the path and looks at the fans, then points himself saying "I am here!" then he gets on the the apron by steel steps, he stops. He rubs the apron with his feet and he enters the ring. He turns around, hits ropes chest first and gets to the middle of the ring and poses as guitar solo starts. He waits a bit, takes in the moment and opens his arms around saying "Glorious" and he smiles with happiness. He just savors the moment until his music stops.

Chimel exits the ring while the Official makes sure the competitors are ready to go. He then calls for the bell...


VS

DING DING


Bobby struts to the center of the squared circle. Winter watches him, waiting to see what he does next before making a move. Roode plants himself under the spotlight with a wide stance, flares his arms to the side, flips his head up and shouts "GLORIOUS". Some in the crowd shout it with him cause people like to participate. Mostly, though, it's a lot of boos when the former champ hams it up. Winter doesn't seem to impressed, either. The promotional newcomer comes right up to him and decks him right across the face with a stiff right hand.


Phillips: Oooof! What a shot!

Ranallo: Winter isn't about to offer a warm welcome back to Bobby Roode. She came to make a name for herself at the Glorious One's expense tonight!

Graves: If she can beat a megastar like Roode in her debut in the major leagues, she'll be on the fast track for title contention.


Roode's head snaps back and he puts a hand to his cheek, offended by the audacity and double checking to make sure his pearly whites are all accounted for. Winter stays right there in front, ignoring the Official as he reprimands the use of a closed fist. She eggs her opponent on, daring him to pop off his best shot. Her arms are down. It's a gimme.

The pompous veteran turns back to Winter while she keeps up the condescension. Roode balls his fist, but seems a little uncertain about decking a chick. That's just fuel on the fire - Winter calls his manhood into question over the hesitation. So Bobby pulls back to load up a haymaker, but before he can get it off, Winter rakes his eyes! He instinctively reaches towards his scraped peepers, leaving him exposed for a flurry of strikes from the Limey. She gets some snappy knee lifts up into his gut, mixing in some forearms shivers to the sides of his head. The onslaught pummels him towards the ropes, and while the Referee tries to admonish her some more, Winter's kicked into another gear now.

Grabbing her competition by his wrist as she backs him into the ropes, Winter whips him across the ring to the parallel cables. When he bounces back, Bobby finds himself on the wrong end of an armdrag. Winter flips him over to slam him into the canvas. Roode is quick to his feet but takes a dropkick to the chest just as soon as he's standing again. Winter scrambles to make a hasty cover...



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Roode powers out at one, shoving Winter away.


Phillips: Impressive start from Winter!

Ranallo: And perhaps some ring rust showing on Roode.

Graves: Bobby Roode is a consummate professional and this maniac he's been booked against is getting away with murder. The Referee should have disqualified her already!


Winter pulls Roode up to a standing position before locking her arms around his hips. She attempts to hoist him back with a German suplex, but he plants his feet firm to stay grounded. The Canuck then launches an elbow backwards, looking for Winter's chin. She ducks, spins him around in a full circle to get him off guard and then grabs a handful of hair. Before the third man can intervene, she drops down, driving Roode into her bent knee by yanking him by the hair. It's an uncommon variant on the backbreaker, but it's very effective! Bobby bounces off her shin and falls to the mat.

From there, Winter runs for the ropes, using the elasticity to get some speed going before she comes back to catch a seated Roode with a running Big Boot! Her sole hits chin and Bobby drops flat on to his back. Winter drops on top and shoots the half while the Ref comes in to make the count...



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Roode kicks out at the two count!


Phillips: That one was a lot closer!

Ranallo: Winter has been in the driver's seat since the bell rang and doesn't loo to be slowing down.


Once again, she goes to pull Bobby up but this time her cuts her off. A head butt from the Canadian leaves both parties stunned, leveling the playing field. Still, it's Winter who's first to capitalize. She grips his wrist and tris the Irish Whip. The Glorious One plants, pivots and counters, sending her for the ropes instead. Winter rebounds off and comes headhunting with a lariat. The former champ ducks the arms while shooting for a double. That sets up a thunderous Spinebuster. Roode finally gets in some significant offence as he plants his opponent back-first into the mat.

The ring buckles shiver with the impact. Winter is sprawled out, dazed and motionless. Bobby doesn't waste any time in going for the pin...



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Winter gets a shoulder up at two! Roode turns to petition the Referee, but he ensures Bobby the count was good.

An annoyed Roode stands up over his foe and starts to stomp some mudhole dry, just like Stone Cold would. His boots leave dark imprints on Winter. Whatever reservations he had at the onset of the bout, they're gone now. Bobby goes to town with the footwork before picking Winter back up to her feet. Hooking her arm around his neck, Roode grabs the waist band and leans back to execute a picture-perfect suplex!


Graves: Beautiful suplex by Bobby Roode. Everything this guy does looks like a million bucks.

Ranallo: No argument from me there. He isn't as flashy in the ring as he is with his entrances, but it's executed expertly.


Winter is slammed down and Bobby rolls her over, grabbing an arm to torque back rather than trying for another pin. The Fujiwara is angled high and sunk in tight. Whatever concussed haze had been keeping Winter down vanishes with the clarity of stinging pain. The submission is applied flawlessly, with Roode wrenching back as hard as he can in an attempt to dislocate the shoulder. She grimaces, sneers, and with grated teeth, initiates the long crawl towards the ropes.

Clawing at the canvas, Winter pulls Roode's and her own weight across the ring while he looks for the sanctuary of the rope break. Roode pulls harder, constantly threatening permanent damage to the limb, but Winter just isn't giving up. The promotional newcomer inches closer and closer to the bottom rope. Bobby looks up, shocked to see how much progress she made, and hastily opts to change course.

Roode releases his grip then tucks his arm low by the armpit. He uses that leverage to roll Winter away from the ropes and over on to her shoulders, converting his submission attempt into a clever pin attempt! The Official comes down to count it...


Ranallo: Roode with the flash pin!



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Graves: It's all over now!



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No! Winter pushes her feet off the ropes to flip over! She turns Roode on to his back and lands on top for a cover of her own! The Ref starts the count...



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Roode scrambles free from her grasp to break the count. She grabs a hold of him on the way up, clutching at his back in hopes of slapping on a Dragon Sleeper, no doubt. Roode bucks and twists before finally spinning around to push her away. Winter stumbles back bumping into the Ref as she goes. Remarkably, he stays on his feet, but the coward turtles to avoid any serious harm.

With the Referee distracted, there's just nothing stopping Roode from taking the low road and thumbing Winter in the eye! The fans boo even though they don't even really like her either. Bobby takes advantage of her stunned state to plant a kick in her midsection. With Winter doubled over, he grabs a front headlock and nails a Glorious DDT!


Phillips: Ugh! Blatant cheating by Roode to set up that Glorious DDT!

Graves: Winter started it!

Ranallo: Two wrongs don't make a right, Corey.


The Official finally looks up just in time to see Bobby shooting the half. He drops down and makes the count...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
BOBBY ROODE!


Roode stands tall and proudly has his arm raised, acting like some kinda returning conqueror as he plays up the victory as a heroic achievement. Indeed, the former main-event player has re-established himself as a threat on the first night back on the job. Winter rolls under the bottom rope and scowls up at him.


Ranallo: Well I wouldn't say that that contest represented the pure, athletic spirit of our sport or company, but there's no denying that Bobby Roode looked as dangerous as ever in getting the job done is his return to the UWF.

Phillips: And while the result didn't go her way, I was impressed with Winter. She's as unpredictable as she is violent. It'll be interesting to see how she handles this result. I don't imagine she's one for letting bygones be bygones.


While the "Glorious" song blares through the PA, Roode continues to celebrate in the ring, ignoring the boos. Revolution continues elsewhere.


As there’s a break in the action, things return to Phenomenal Boot Camp.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Tomko needs the day to heal his ribs, so today’s training will be conducted by yours truly. Slater, I want to see the same aggression from you that Rhino showed Tomko.

Heath Slater: But sir, I...

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I didn’t ask for excuses, Slater, I asked for aggression!

Slater shrugs and charges AJ, emitting a war cry but AJ turns and drops him with a Pele’ Kick. AJ bends down to an in the dirt Heath now.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Pathetic, Slater!

AJ straightens up.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: But maybe aggression isn’t your forte, if it’s even in your arsenal! Well we’re going to find out what is in your bag of tricks, Slater, and once you two find out who you are as individuals, you can discover who you are as a team! Then, maybe, you can start putting these other teams in the dirt instead of eating the dirt yourself! Would you like that, Rhino?

Rhino: Gore.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Come on, sound off like you got a pair!

Rhino: Gore!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Is that it?

Rhino: GORE!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: SOUND OFF!

Rhino: GOOOORRRRREEEE!!!!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles:That’s it, ya freakin’ Pokémon! Now let’s get on with the training!


The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, CM Punk.

Huge pop from the crowd when the Chicago native walks into the shot. Punk is all smiles, and with his wrists already taped and gear on, he looks like he's more than ready to make his debut on the green brand.

Young: Punk, thanks for joining me. Looks like you're all revved up and ready to go - no pre-match jitters?

Punk: Aha... no. Not at all, Renee. I think I could've taken ten years off and this routine would still feel old hat. It's second nature at this point. Like riding a bike. Honestly, when I sitting back there in the locker room lacing up my boots and I caught that dank UWF gym bag smell, it all came rushing back so fast it felt like I never left.

Young: So you aren't worried about ring rust?

Punk: Well it's not like I've been sitting on the couch for four years straight. Whether it was doing training camps down in Milwaukee or hell, I dunno, walking the dog, I've kept it on the level. If anything, I feel better than I have in a long, long time heading into a match because I don't have all the bumps and bruises stacked up. I don't feel rusty, I feel refreshed, and I like told AJ earlier - that's soccer mom AJ, not my wife - this stuff comes natural to me. It always has. All I gotta do is go out there and be myself. If it turns out that's not good enough anymore, well shit, am I ever gonna have some egg on my face. I'm pretty confident I still got it, though. And that's like, the whole point here. To prove myself to myself.

Young: You've said that your goal is to challenge every single superstar on the roster, and that you aren't interested in going after any championship gold. Could you elaborate on that mindset - it's pretty unusual to here a UWF Superstar come out and state that they aren't gunning for a title match.

He scratches his chin and nods at her point, then goes on to explain.



Punk: Yeah, no. Fair enough. It's true - my game plan here it to take on every one. I'm giving myself a year to test out that locker room, EC3's cooperation pending, of course. I can't say I'm the Best in the World unless I've beaten everyone, from Styles to Wyatt to Guevara to whoever. All of 'em. I think that that's a better metric for determining excellence.

I was bugging Styles earlier about that Intercontinental Championship he's chasing down not actually having any value. Mostly I just wanted to press his buttons, but there's something to that. We've got the UWF title, the IC title, the TV titles. That's three belts for a single, no-weight limit division. Why would anyone want those last two when we all agree that the first is the best? And to muddy the waters a bit more, last week we saw Jericho beat Wyatt. So who really is this best?

That's why I'm trying out this new idea. Come next December, I want to look back at the year that was and say that I racked up the finest win-loss record in the game. Could some success lead to a title match? Yeah, maybe. But I won't let some arbitrary hunk of leather and metal throw me off course. Take this Styles-Jericho drama they've got going on. They've been at each throats for weeks, maybe even months now - and by all accounts, it looks like it's just gonna keep going in that direction. I don't have time to get caught up in grudge matches or like a best-of-seven series against a single contender. There's a lot of folks signed to Revolution, and if I'm wrestling all of them, that's a tight schedule to stick to.

Young: So you wouldn't say no to a title match?

A slight shrug. Indifference.

Punk: The only matches I'm not interested in are rematches, Renee. Especially with my first opponent back. If AJ beats me straight up, I'll shake his hand and move on to the next guy. Fair's fair. But if, and it's not so much "if" as it is "when" I beat him, I expect he'll bitch and moan about getting a second crack but I'm leaving that delusional jackass in the dust. There are bigger fish to fry. He's so bitter about the UWF refusing to play into the fantasy that he's this essential, all time great legend in the company and when you slap some hard truth in his face, he just throws a temper tantrum. I came here to compete against world class athletes, not to dish out life lessons to overgrown children.

So tonight, I'm gonna put the so-called Phenomenal One down for a dirt nap. Whether he ever gets up from that doesn't concern me. I'm not saying that I've got a big personal vendetta against the guy, but he ran his mouth enough to make it so I won't be feeling too guilt about putting the beating of a lifetime on him.

Young: Alright. Well, I won't wish you luck because I know what you'll say. I'll just end with saying thanks for your time and welcome back to the UWF.

Punk: Thanks Renee. Happy to be here.

Renee signs off and Punk walks away, heading for Gorilla and the match to come. Revolution continues elsewhere.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, the team of John Cena and Eve Torres!

John and Eve pose for the crowd.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents...



Immortals hit the PA System in comes Beacon and Puma the heroes in training for Rey Mysterio. Beacon comes out and shows off his light to the crowd and Puma flanks posing aside him they make their way down to the ring.





Puma enters the ring first doing some acrobatic moves and it leads to a flip. Beacon slides in and as Puma is posing Beacon shines is light standing behind him

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome weighing in at a combined weight of 370 pounds. Beacon and Puma The heroes in training!

The two then get ready for the match ahead.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, it is decided that Cena will start the match for his team as Eve steps through the ropes and takes her place on the apron. On the opposite side of the ring, it is decided that Puma will start things off as Beacon steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. Puma and John begin circling each other, John with his fists up and a look of seriousness on his face as he steps while Puma has his arms out to his sides, palms open as he shakes his wrists as he lightly travels, visually looking more relaxed than his opponent. The two men approach one another and meet in a collar-elbow tie-up, but Puma lands a knee to the abdomen as the tie-up is broken and Cena hunches over from the strike. Puma goes for an Axe Kick but John grabs his leg and pulls, lifting him up as he reverses into an impressive Powerbomb.

As Puma hits the mat, he goes legs over head onto his feet as he stands up to a vertical base as John charges, leading with his shoulder but Puma sidesteps, tripping Cena as Cena goes down and lands awkwardly on his elbow in a way that instantly jacks up his shoulder. John gets up holding his shoulder, a look of anger on his face and in his eyes, as he turns to face his opponent but Puma takes him down with a Slingblade. Cena, ever resilient, is up quickly as he turns to face his opponent again as Puma goes for another Slingblade but Cena rocks forward and connects with a Headbutt, stopping the momentum of the move dead and knocking Puma flat on his back. Puma kips up and Cena goes for a Lariat, but he mistakenly does so with the bad arm and Puma knows it as he grabs the wrist and forcefully whips John into the nearest corner as Cena hits chest first, stopping himself by putting his good arm on the rope so that he doesn’t bounce off.

Tom Phillips: That Irish Whip looked like it almost pulled Cena’s arm out of its socket.

Mauro Ranallo: That wouldn’t be a good thing to happen, especially on the night of his UWF return.

Corey Graves: This is Big Match John we’re talking about, guys. So one bad arm or two good arms, surely he can knock off these two goofballs!

John is holding his shoulder, his back still to his opponent as Puma comes charging but John hears him as he throws his foot back to kick but Puma sees it coming and skids to a halt, grabbing the foot and pulling straight back as Cena’s body straightens out and he hits his face on the middle turnbuckle pad and bottom turnbuckle pad on his way to the mat. Puma pulls John a little out of the corner, then lets go of the leg as he heads over to the bad shoulder and drops a knee on it. He does this several times, and when he gets up after the last one, he heads over to his team’s corner and tags in Beacon as the two men trade places. Beacon grabs the arm and applies, of all moves, Becky Lynch’s Disarmer but as he wrenches back, he does so far enough that he’s able to hook the other arm with one of his arms.

Tom Phillips: Why’s he using that move?

Mauro Ranallo: Well they did say they want to be the next Tag Team Champions so I’d call this their way to get the Dynamic Duo’s attention but Mamma Mia, he’s gonna snap John’s arms off like a broken action figure!

Corey Graves: Be careful what you wish for, super dorks!

Beacon releases the arm and then the one he’s wrenching back on as he steps out of the move. Cena lies there on the mat, then rolls over onto his back as he, to the amazement of everyone, kips up as he turns to face Beacon, both arms hanging lifelessly at his sides. John kicks Beacon in the chest, Sparta style, as Beacon is launched back into the H.I.T. corner, John running as he leads with his head and drives his skull into the abdomen of his opponent. Cena backs away as Beacon falls to his knees, then Cena goes for a Daniel Bryan style kick to the head but Beacon ducks and as the leg comes around, Puma grabs it and drops off the apron, bouncing the leg against the top rope as John finds himself on his back again.

Beacon rises to a vertical base and looks at Cena lying there, two worked over arms and a damaged leg. He nudges the side of his opponent, rolling him over as he applies the STFU!

Tom Phillips: Cena may tap to his own move here!

As Eve goes to interfere, Puma leaps into the ring, running across from his corner to hers as he blasts her in the face with a Helluva Kick and knocks her off the apron, exiting the ring himself afterwards. Cena then starts tapping out, the expression on his face telling he’s more pained by that than the physical pain.

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Heroes In Training!

Beacon releases the hold and gets up as Puma joins him in the ring and the two pose in celebration as Revolution continues elsewhere.


As Revolution continues, things resume at Phenomenal Boot Camp where AJ is running ahead of Heath and Rhino.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Unsure of myself but this I know!

Heath Slater: Unsure of myself but this I know!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: AJ will beat Jericho!

Heath Slater: AJ will beat Jericho!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I don’t hear you keeping cadence, Rhino!

Styles stops as Heath and Rhino stop, Rhino hunched over with his hands on his knees, red faced and sweating.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: What’s wrong, Rhino? You can’t handle a little cardio?

Rhino falls to the ground, still gasping.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Lemme ask you this, you think Time Machine are having problems warming up? You think John Cena and Eve Torres or Pretty Gifted, teams you haven’t faced yet, would have a problem wrestling circles around you in your current condition? What if you get put in the ring with the Dynamic Duo, huh? Because I’m thinking squash match!

AJ kicks Rhino.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I’m stripping you two of the name Phenomenal Fan Club! Until you can show me better, you’re just Heath Slater and Rhino! Now get up and show me something that isn’t pathetic!

AJ starts running again as Heath starts running again and Rhino gets up, trudging along.




We enter the Funhouse with a smiling Bray Wyatt holding the UWF Championship over his shoulder, giggling to himself as he welcomes the viewers.



Bray Wyatt: Welcome everyone, to the Firefly Funhouse! Boy oh boy am I glad to see all of you, we have so much to get to. I mean for one, tonight I have a playdate with King Hornswoggle. I can't wait to have fun with him, but it's all this fun that I've been having including some special things for future episodes, that's kind of caused me to be...well I’ve been a lil bit uh

Bray Wyatt clasp at the side of his head, his hand on his ear as he winces in pain as you can hear a voice whispering gibberish.

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Wyatt has winced with each voice interrupting him, but now he doubles over in pain for a second and shouts out into the open air

SHUT UP!

Wyatt pauses for a couple seconds as he tries to keep the silence going, he opens his eyes and forces a smile across his face as you can see his eyes red and his tear ducts filling with water.

Unable to fully focus on what’s best, sure I’m the UWF Champion of the World! Hahaha…But that doesn’t mean I should rest on my laurels. See my little fireflies, when you’ve accomplished a big goal in your life that doesn’t mean that it’s all smooth sailing. When you watch the big Hollywood picture the reptilian overlords produce every summer, the movie ends at the climax. Once the credits roll, that’s it for them, but once you hit it big in real life you still have to wake up the next day and keep it going. I’ve been so happy with my rebirth, that I’ve lost sight of the details…Kept people in a position where they can still do harm to themselves. Katsuyori Shibata came at me and my funhouse and while I made sure he knew his position in all my fun and games, he has remained strong in his quest against me. And I’ve been having too much fun with the other players on the roster and playing with my brand new toy that I’ve missed for so so long. I’m afraid I haven’t been fully doing what needs to be done, and for that my fireflies all I’ve gotta say is: I’m Sorry.

Wyatt clasp his hands together and sways from side to side like a child apologizing to his parents, after a few moments he puts a finger up with a smile.

But, that is what is oh so great about how things are now. Because my fireflies, all of you try your hardest but at the end of the day you’ll make mistakes. Between you and me, I’m not perfect either, nuh uh. I still make mistakes, I still try my hardest but falter every once in a while...Guess what though, you should never worry about making mistakes…I used to kill myself just worrying about the possibility of making a mistake, but now I never have to worry about that again…and neither should any of you. Because now, we have someone protecting us and the entire Firefly Funhouse at all times.

Brays demeanor changes, as he starts to speak in a more serious and monotone manner.

Someone who unlike all of us, is Perfect and infallible...And while I was having my fun…Ḫ̵̄e̵͚̓…was keeping tabs on those who seek to take away our fun. Shibata, we tried to educate you of your new status here and all you had to do…was Stop and listen. You would have slipped under my radar, and continued on with your career revered for your past accomplishments. But you decided to continue with your mission and...H̸̉͜e̷̞̕ saw you asking people backstage about us, still looking to try and take from us, I put you down and yet you choose to keep crawling back up....and unfortunately for you....While King Swoggles Crown will be mine tonight, yours as the King of Monsters, has attracted H̸̛͖ì̴̳s̶̞̆ attention. Which is why, H̸̥̅ẽ̵̮ has a message for you...Personally.

Bray turns around with his back to the camera, and the lights in the Funhouse fade down, as static begins to take over the feed. Suddenly with a loud electrical shut off the screen is entirely black, for a few moments the tron is nothing but a blank screen until it flutters to life with a sickening red hue. The camera jolts and scurries in many different angles as The Fiends roaring voice is heard singing to itself.



̶T̴h̸e̴ ̶I̸t̵s̶y̷.̶.̵.̶.̷B̶i̵t̴s̸y̴.̵.̸.̶S̵p̸i̵d̷e̴r̴.̷ ̵C̵r̴a̵w̴l̵e̴d̸ ̴u̸p̸ ̴t̷h̴e̴ ̶w̷a̷t̷e̶r̸ ̵s̸p̸o̴u̸t̴,̵ ̸

D̵O̷W̶N̶ ̶C̴a̴m̴e̸ ̴t̸h̴e̴ ̴r̷a̴i̶n̸ ̸a̵n̸d̸ ̷W̸a̷s̵h̸e̴d̸ ̵t̸h̵e̵ ̸S̴p̸i̷d̸e̴r̴ ̸O̷u̵t̵.̴

The Fiend turns towards the camera and all the music dies down in one fade out as the lights around him fade to black with only his horrific face still lit up, looking into the camera as if somehow looking through the glass and metal and speaking directly to Shibatas face wherever he may be.



G̸̼̺͗R̴̜̞̒̉̕A̷͉̽V̶̈́̒̿͜Ĕ̴̗̔ ̸͔̣͎̾̒͝C̴̣̦͓̊̀̆O̶͚̗̿̍Ǹ̷̛̺Ś̴͕̼͜Ẹ̶̊̏Q̷̖̟̈́U̶̥̘̓̉E̴̡̋͛N̸̛̰͉͎̄̅Ç̶̣̆̕͘ͅE̷̢͂̑S̴̨̲̀̒

After a few seconds of staring a hole through the camera, his lit face begins to flicker and the screen goes dark.


DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: The following match is a tag team match, introducing first...




As the house lights abruptly cut out, a new theme hits the arena PA: In This Moment's "As Above, So Below." The opening strains coincide with strobe lighting that bathes the crowd in eerie reds and uplifting blues, an unsettling contrast. But as those strobes wash over the crowd, two spotlights sweep inward to the top of the stage, and when they coalesce a massive pyrotechnic eruption dazzles the fans before some words appear on the 'tron:

DUNNE and
GALLOWAY

The appearance of the words draws some heat from the fans, but what aggravates them more is what they see as the smoke clears: the towering Scot named on the screen and moving to one of the ends of the stage, the Birmingham boy who he calls a tag partner. Pete works the fans with his signature taunt on both ends of the ramp before blowing past Galloway and smacking him on the chest, which prompts Drew to throw his head back in a roar before heading down the ramp himself.



Tony Chimel: And introducing, at a combined weight of 470 pounds, the team of the "Scottish Psychopath" Drew Galloway and the "Bruiserweight" Pete Dunne!

Drew hauls himself onto the apron with the aid of the top rope before stepping over it, while Dunne rolls in under the bottom rope, both men hitting the ring simultaneously. After performing his taunt from the turnbuckle, Galloway climbs down and eyes the fans with an intense and angry expression as they boo, while Dunne mean-mugs the referee as he awaits the contest.




The funky groove fills the arena as only QT Marshall walks out looking cocky and tossing an apple up in the air, soon though he is joined by Pretty Peter Avalon, who struts out in his robe looking at the crowd with disgust, but that disgust turns to a cocky smirk which he gives to QT, who recuperates the smirk. Soon the duo strut to the ring. Once to the ring QT holds the ropes for Peter who enters the ring, QT soon joins but not before tossing his apple into the crowd. Peter delicately takes his robe off and hands it to a ref. QT and Peter shake hands and begin to stretch as Chimel introduces them.

Tony Chimel: “From Carson City, Nevada and Livingston, New Jersey respectively, they are “Pretty” Peter Avalon, and QT Marshall, Pretty Gifted!”

As they stretch, McIntyre climbs through the ropes to allow Dunne to start out here, and as they finish, QT Marshall ducks out of the ring to allow Peter Avalon to fight against the words they had for him this week.


DING! DING!


The two of the competitors pace the ring, walking around and checking each other’s vibes and squaring off to each other. They continue to until they swoop in closer and Avalon reaches his hand out for a Greco Roman knuckle lock, and Dunne pulls in tight to bring in this hold, however before Dunne can secure the second hand, Avalon lays in a boot to the midsection of Dunne, hunching Dunne over, and securing a headlock, with a wide grin on his face from this.


Corey Graves: Well, the battle of the Peters is here, and it seems Avalon has the upper hand so far. Too right, my favourite Peter by miles.

Tom Phillips: Pft, only because he cheats!


Avalon wrenches in on this headlock hold he has on Dunne, leaning in hard with the momentum of him leaning down, and raking his hands across Dunne’s nose. With this, he moves closer into the corner, to get closer to his partner, and QT tags in on his back. The referee certifies this tag, as QT climbs through the ropes and lays in a clob onto the back of Pete Dunne, and takes the headlock hold from Peter Avalon.

As well as Avalon did, QT adds his own slap of tension into the hold, keeping his head firmly kept in his arms. Dunne tries to fight back and wails his arms around a bit, and then gets a grip of the waist of QT and snaps back for a belly to back suplex throwing him overhead, and dumping him back. Avalon doesn’t react kindly to this on the apron, getting mad, and shouting for QT to get back up to his feet.


Mauro Ranallo: Well, that lasted for long.


Pete Dunne runs over to QT before he can get back up, and then clocks him underneath the jaw with a massive shotgun dropkick, stunning him and making him tumble out of the ring harshly. With this, Avalon hops off the apron to go help out his partner get back up to their feet and switch this momentum their way.


ONE!


Dunne in the ring begins to rally up the crowd and prepare them for a big-ish move from him, backing back up into the corner. Then out of nowhere, he runs into the opposite corner, jumping up onto the apron, and then running in for a kick to his opponent, but instead lands his kick on Avalon!


TWO!


Avalon tumbles down to the outside mat, and Marshall swipes the other leg out of Dunne and makes him smack down hard onto the apron back first. Marshall then points to his brain like he’s a genius and not a recipient of some lucky save from his partner. McIntyre eyes him down intently.


Corey Graves: Some quick thinking from QT Marshall led for him to be able to counter that slip up from Dunne.

Mauro Ranallo: Well he’d be laid out looking at the lights if Avalon wasn’t so over his own head!


THREE!


QT pushes Dunne back into the ring, and rolls back in too, to stop the count. He then clobbers the head of Dunne with his forearm, then gets back to his feet, and walks back over to the corner and tags in his partner, Peter Avalon to get back into the ring. Peter runs over to Dunne and then lays a stomp down on the body of him.


Tom Phillips: It’s so cheap these tactics from Marshall and Avalon, they clearly wouldn’t be able to beat them one on one.

Corey Graves: All they’re doing is classic tag team wrestling, ain’t nothing sour about that.


Avalon lays another stomp but does it on the back of Dunne’s neck now. The referee tells him to lay off the headshots, but Peter raises his arms up in the air and pretends he’s doing nothing wrong. The referee checks out on Dunne to make sure he’s good. As the referee finishes up, Avalon barges his way though and gains wrist control of Dunne.


Mauro Ranallo: Focusing in on the smaller partner of Dunne and McIntyre is a smart strategy to ensure Pretty Gifted still have a shot in this match.


Peter Avalon pulls Dunne up by his arm and leads him up to a base. Sharply, before Dunne can respond, Avalon stamps down on Dunne’s feet with a double foot stomp. He then runs off quickly to the ropes and returns back towards Dunne, and gets clocked around the back of the head with a massive step-up enziguri sending him crashing down head first onto the canvas.


Tom Phillips: This might be the opening Dunne can get away from this one-man target strategy that Pretty Gifted are putting in place.


Dunne, laid flat on his stomach, starts crawling over to the other side of the ring to try to tag in his partner. While he tries, Avalon is still trying to figure out where he is. Dunne crawls closer and closer, and leaps up and then tags in from McIntyre’s extended hand, rolling out in the process.


Mauro Ranallo: Here comes McIntyre!


McIntyre runs through, right past Avalon, and hits a Claymore on QT on the apron! Marshall drifts back without any resistance and bounces off the floor hard. Avalon is up on the ropes, getting himself up, and runs towards McIntyre but only gets knocked down with a clothesline, flattening him out, and stumbles back up, as McIntyre watches him struggle around.

Avalon gains his footing and then goes running towards McIntyre but gets decked out with a massive Glasgow Kiss headbutt! Avalon collapses down, as Drew McIntyre takes the corner, and rallies Avalon to get back up to his feet.


Tom Phillips: It seems that McIntyre wants to call this one a wrap here, guys!

Corey Graves: ROLL! AVALON DON’T GET UP, PLEASE! DODGE HIM! DUCK IT!


Avalon stumbles up inevitably, and McIntyre runs ahead full steam, and Avalon flips inside out twice, and lands down hard on his face. McIntyre yanks him over and then hooks both of the legs on his limp body.


One…

Two…

Three...


DING! DING!





Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Drew McIntyre and Pete Dunne!


Drew gets his hand raised by the referee, and Pete rolls back into the ring to celebrate with his partner. The two stare down the hard camera as we head elsewhere.


The scene opens to Katsuyroi Shibata standing cross-armed, looking like his mind sitsat a crossroads, before shaking it off.




Shibata: I accept.

Shibata lets out a sigh before continuing.

Shibata: I have no clue what accepting this challenge will get me into. I had no clue what I was getting into when I charged head first into a battle with Bray Wyatt. There was only one man that ever truly inspired fear in me, and I conquered him. I thought I had dealt with my greatest challenge ever. After that, I did not think there was a man that could ever truly pose a threat to me again. I never thought I would fear a man again, but I was wrong. Bray Wyatt terrifies me now. It did not use to be that way, but it is that way now... and it is not his prowess in the ring, or the physical threat he poses that terrifies me... it is his following. That is what makes him so dangerous... so threatening. A man that thinks like that, feeling like he has been wronged by the world, with that many followers?... it just does not make sense. I cannot understand it, I cannot comprehend it, and it scares me. It really does...

Shibata: But what else is there for me to do, what purpose do I have? I am no teacher anymore, and I am no villain. It is no longer my passion for wrestling that keeps me going at this point, rather my passion for violence, and I already channeled that into a beastly monster. I cannot return to that state, and I cannot return to a more normal state. I have no purpose... but to stop Bray Wyatt. I do not have a clue as to why I have to. Months ago I did not care as to what becomes of this company, and I still feel a slight indifference to this place, even if I tell myself otherwise. I truly do not understand why I feel compelled to throw myself into this battle, perhaps my last battle... but something tells me... it will make things right.


We cut to a scene of Rey Mysterio sitting in the Mysterio Cave as he so named it. The Champion of TV sits there and he begins to speak





Rey Mysterio: Hello Citizens of the UWF it is me yes me the champion of TV. It has been a while since you have last seen me so where was I? Well I was up high in the sky. No literally traveling around the world to promote the UWF. That is my job after all as the champion of the TV. See on the marque it is me. EC3 he knows this and respects this so he has trusted my heroes in training to get the job done and look at they have.



Rey smile gets bigger as he talks about the heroes in training.



Rey Mysterio: What are the new names? Bacon and Plum? Ehhh whatever all I know is that I am happy they’re finally listening to me. I am happy they understand what it means to be a hero here in the UWF. Do you know who doesn’t understand to be a hero in the UWF? The number one contender to MY title Sammy Guevera.



Rey smile fades away and he sounds more serious talking about Sammy.



Rey Mysterio: Sammy, He is an interesting little fellow. All I keep hearing about him is that he has all this potential. You know I went on the dirty sheets and people really had you walking out of Slammiversary with the TV title. You call yourself the uncrowned champ when in reality you haven’t done anything to earn that title or that nickname. See Sammy all you are too me is just another name. You’re the cool name that people tell me will replace me when I go away. You’re the guy they want to rely on as the future of this company. Well Sammy I hate to break it to you because the future goes through ME.



Rey raises the TV title from his seated position, and he sits on the couch talking



Rey Mysterio: See most see this title as the third-tier title. They look at it as if you win this belt you’re going to move on to the next. You win this you’re the future of the sport. Well guess what if you want to be the future you have to beat ME. That is why I wanted this title though. To stop men like you Sammy looking to use this belt as some sort of prop to propel your career. This belt isn’t a prop. All belts here have power it just depends what you’re looking for. See, I am looking to use this belt to help either recruit or stop young men like yourself. See if I want to get back to the mountain I need an army of heroes who are willing to help protect the citizens. Though sadly it seems to me that we are getting more villains than we are heroes. Sammy you classify to me as a villain. When people consider you the future I find that to be a joke.



Rey smiles and he begins cackling



Rey Mysterio: Jajajaja I made a funny you’re a joker. You’re not the future. You’re just someone who likes to make people laugh. Oh I crack myself up. Sammy, this belt it isn’t leaving my side anytime soon. I am here to make this belt mean something again and use its powers for the greater good of the UWF. This belt is a stepping stone for the right reasons in my hands. Because me with this belt it signifies the start of a new balance here in the UWF. You will understand soon enough Sammy when we meet. See you soon joker.



The scene fades away as UWF moves on.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...Hornswoggle!

Hornswoggle is already in the ring as he gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.



Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House. He is the UWF Champion, Bray...Wyatt!

Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Bray leans down into the face of Hornswoggle with a big smile. Hornswoggle, however, doesn’t return the happiness as he slaps Bray across the face. The crowd, “Oooh”’s in response as Swoggle follows the slap up with a Step-Up Enziguiri that sends Wyatt into the ropes. As Wyatt comes off the ropes, Swoggle lays down and rolls towards his feet, tripping him up and causing him to fall to the mat. Hornswoggle now applies a Crossface as Bray is actually struggling in the hold.

Wyatt reaches to his face and is able to pry Swoggle’s hands apart but Swoggle jumps on his head like Mario and keeps walking forward, then jumps back and connects with a Pele’ Kick to Bray as he’s getting up, knocking him to a seated position. Swoggle runs up now and connects with a Basement Dropkick to the face, causing Bray to lay flat, as the self-proclaimed King now climbs to the top rope. Swoggle leaps off and connects with the Tadpole Splash as he scrambles back onto Bray and covers him.

ONE!

NO!

Wyatt forcefully presses Swoggle upward and to the side as he sits up and turns his head to look at him.

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: All that offense clearly took energy out of Hornswoggle, but it doesn’t seem like it even phased Bray!

Corey Graves: Of course it didn’t! Hornswoggle’s hits have to feel like mosquito bites to a guy like Bray!

Wyatt stares daggers through Hornswoggle with a haunting seriousness, then it’s quickly replaced by the familiar look of joy as he begins to clap and then gesture that he wants Hornswoggle to do some more. Hornswoggle looks puzzled by this as Bray sticks out his chin, then shrugs and runs over, popping Bray as hard as he can as Bray is knocked flat on his back. Swoggle hits the ropes now and when he comes off of them, tucks and rolls as he connects with a Senton Bomb, then backflips and connects with a Moonsault.

As Wyatt still lays there, Hornswoggle shrugs again and then starts stomping on his head. But as he’s stomping, Bray’s eyes shoot open and he blocks one of the stomps with his hand. Bray pushes Swoggle’s leg aside and sits up, then climbs back to a vertical base, turning to face Hornswoggle as he hits him in the top of the head with a devastating punch that knocks him completely down. Wyatt grabs Swoggle by the ankles now and starts swinging him around and around through the air.

Tom Phillips: Around and around he goes.

Mauro Ranallo: Where he stops, only Wyatt knows!

Corey Graves: It’s about time he quit lying around and taking that pipsqueak’s offense!

Bray lets go as Hornswoggle hits the turnbuckle head first like a dart being thrown as he falls to the mat. Wyatt claps playfully and then walks over to Hornswoggle, shaking him with one hand, seemingly in an attempt to wake him so they can play some more. Hornswoggle’s leg twitches as Bray stops the shaking and claps more gleefully. Swoggle rolls over onto his back now and kips up, looking at Wyatt angrily. Wyatt, for his part, looks like he’s in dread.

Swoggle hits the ropes and launches himself at the leg of his opponent, taking him down with a Chop Block as Wyatt finds himself on his face again. Swoggle grabs his leg now and lifts it as high as he can, applying an Ankle Lock.

Tom Phillips: Look at the heart shown by Hornswoggle!

Mauro Ranallo: Could we see a tap out?

Corey Graves: You should turn in your headset for asking that question!

Swoggle drops the leg, unable to hold it up anymore as he puts his hands on his knees to take a breather. Wyatt, meanwhile, rolls over and bridges up, spider walking to the corner where he returns to a vertical base and then charges his opponent, kicking him in the face and sending him flying through the air into the ropes. As Swoggle comes off the ropes, Bray catches him and hits a quick Sister Abigail to stunned silence as he goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!

Bray stands up laughing as he exits the ring and Revolution continues.


*we see Cedric sitting on the ground reflecting on the loss to Rusev*

Cedric: Why can't i win a match!?. It shouldn't be so hard!. I know UWF has one of the best rosters on the planet but it still sucks that i only get things to talk about via Ls rather than wins.

*we now see Cedric thinking on Wargames and the FCA match and he smiles*

Cedric: This ain't so bad though. I will try to win, but the fact i can get a reputation even when losing is great!. Like, i'm so much of a problem for people that they gotta kick me in mid air  or handcuff me to beat me plus having to stick a glass or whatever it was through my calf to stop me from doing anything at Wargames it's kinda cool. 

*Cedric now gets up* 

Cedric: Alright, enough reflecting, time to see how this continues and try to get something out of matches even through Ls.

*Cedric leaves while smiling to end the segment*



"Last week it was my mistake that made me lose versus WARHORSE, Over confident but when I fight Mysterio for the Television Title I will not make the same mistakes. Rey is a transitional champion with B1 And B2 by his side I will need to be extra careful. I need to even the odds I have more useful friends than Ricochet and Ali sorry I should use their "Superhero names" "Dumb and dumber" I think that's it right?... Right...



"My ally will mop the floor with H.I.T.."

Sammy grabs something off camera with both hands before revealing a mop with Ali's face stapled to the front...


"Oh look here is dumb or is it d---"


Ali flys into from and begins throwing punches down at Sammy, First reaction to this Guevara uses the mop to push Ali back.


Sammy swings the mop towards Ali, Sammy is jumped from behind by Ricochet who knocks Sammy to his knees with a double forearm strike to his neck, H.I.T both swarm Sammy who tries to get room away from the two men. Sammy swings wildly smacking the mop off the jaw of Ricochet, Ali moves back feeling collateral damage from the mop head. Sammy steps forward...


Sammy swings the mop downwards bouncing it off the back of Ali...


Ricochet goes to grab Sammy but is met with an elbow to the stomach sending him hunching over. Ali scrambles through Guerilla position, Sammy swings hard at Ali who moves last moment as the mop goes right through the equipment used to produce UWF live breaking the mop in half, Guevara annoyed by this throws it Ali as he falls back through the curtain, Sammy follows through shortly after Sammy runs at Ali on all fours sending his knee into the jaw of Ali...



Ali falls backwards off the ramp to the right of the stage he remains motionless as Sammy smiles forgetting long enough for Ricochet to wall run up the supports of the titantron launching himself backwards with a moonsault, Ricochet crashes into Guevara sending him crashing to the floor while Puma keeps his footing, Ricochet celebrates the landing...


Ricochet lifts Guevara to his feet quickly as he looks to finish of the Spanish god, Ricochet smiles as he looks over to Ali who is resting, Guevara pushes Ricochet off him losing balance he falls back barely keeping his feet on the stage, Guevara wasting no time places his arm over his neck as he launches himself and Ricochet off the entrance ramp, Rotating mid air as the two men crash into Ali who is caught beneath them...


The carnage is clear as Sammy emerges from the wreckage first, He climbs up onto the stage holding the scar on the back of his head, The Spanish God looks at the two men below stirring, His eyes light up as he looks to the top of the titantron...


Guevara begins his ascent as he makes quick work getting to the top of the titantron he looks down to H.I.T in the impact zone. Guevara looks down as he looks forward he sticks both middle fingers up towards H.I.T...



Guevara goes tumbling down and there is the champion of the TV with a lead pipe in hand.

Rey Mysterio: Silly joker you don’t mess with the heroes in training and don’t pay the price.

Mysterio mounts Guevara and starts landing thunderous rights to the head of Gavara. The two men are still on top of the titantron. Mysterio stands up and he has the spotlight shined on him. Just like any true hero will. Rey turns to a down Sammy and begins to speak.

Rey Mysterio: This is my show. This is my brand. Understand? No well I am going to make you understand.

Rey grabs the wiring from the the top of the titantron and he grabs Guevara’s legs. Guevara swiftly though does a kip up hurricurana. Rey lands near the edge of a fall. Guevara is looking to send Rey packing down the titantron. The fans are cheering at the action but all of a sudden Ali is back up and he nails Guevara. Rey slips and he is holding onto the edge of the titantron. Ali and Guevara are brawling and Ricochet is finally up and decides to help Rey up. Rey tells Ricochet to help and Ricochet and Ali catch up with Sammy as Mysterio speaks again.

Rey Mysterio: Sammy this is what you wanted. You wanted my attention. You wanted me to come and meet you. Well here I am and look at what is happening you are getting what you deserve. This right here is only the beginning. You messed with the wrong heroes.

Ali holds Sammy up and Rey goes running and nails Guevera with a knee to the head. It is the knee with the infamous Mysterio knee brace that has been cleared by UWF officials Sammy is out cold but Rey is not done. Rey goes and he sees a scaffold up on the titantron that seems convenient for Rey Mysterio. Ricochet is ordered to place Sammy’s head there. Sammy is laying there and Rey runs nailing a vicious 619 onto Sammy. Rey looks down and the fans are booing as Rey has a sick smile. Ali and Ricochet feel accomplished and start to head down.

Rey Mysterio: No we’re not done. Get the wire tie it to his feet.

Ali and Ricochet hesitate at first but do what their mentors tells them too. They tie the wire tight to Sammy’s feet. Sammy is starting to stir but is clearly dazed. Rey grabs Sammy by the head and he speaks to him.

Rey Mysterio: Sammy this is what happens when jokers like you messes with a hero like me.

Rey goes and he throws Sammy off the stage but the wire they wrapped around the legs is almost like a bungie cord. It cause Sammy to dangle there upside down. Rey look s down and he raises his arms high in the air. Sammy truly looks like the joker from the dark knight hanging there as Rey celebrates with H.I.T there victory over the number one contender.




And here comes Miro! Miro walks out, all business but still a huge grin on his face. The Bulgarian flag appears on the tron.

Miro comes out to the stage and looks up at Sammy Guevara. He smiles and waves at him before walking down to the ring. As he's going down the ramp A person in a Fiend mask is holding out a brand new PS5 console with a pen in his hand, wanting Miro to sign it. Miro takes the pin and signs it before handing it back to the man. He turns away but the man suddenly smashes the PS5 across his head! Miro goes down and the man jumps the barricade and takes off his mask to reveal that he is WARHORSE! The metal head jumps onto the barricade and watches as Miro tries to stand back up. WARHORSE jumps off and delivers the ASS RULER to Miro! WARHORSE is yelling out all kinds of verbiage that may not be suited to TV. Officials come out from the back but WARHORSE walks to the back, more than satisfied with his attack. He looks up at Sammy still dangling on the titantron and laughs at him before heading to the back, officials also trying to cut Sammy down.


We head back to the announce table where Mauro Ranallo is standing by.



Mauro Ranallo: After their big win tonight, we've got an exclusive with the Pete Dunne and Drew Galloway on their potential match up with the Dynamic Duo.

The scene opens up to show the World Tag Team Champions Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch standing by.



Sami Zayn: Oh hey there, expecting someone different? Yeah this guy was headed somewhere fast as we decided to stop him and when we heard where he was going. An interview with Pete Dunne and Drew Galloway? Why would anyone ever want to hear from those two? I can barely understand a word they say and I'm fluent in about 16 different languages!



Becky Lynch: Those two are chumps. Instead earnin' title matches, they go around attackin' people from behind.

Sami Zayn: And destroying 5,000 dollar suits!

Becky Lynch: Exactly. See now you two owe us a debt. A debt we intend to collect. Now I'm not even sure you're worthy of a title match against us but we know Foley well enough to know that he wants the title off of us. He's bound to give into your fake tough guy act. The day our paths cross, we'll leave you wonderin' why you even thought to cross us.

Sami Zayn: Oh and Heroes in Training, don't think we didn't notice your awful attempts at trying to be us. We know you suck as second rate Mysterio's so don't even think you can try to be the Dynamic Duo. We're not afraid to smack you down a thrid time.

The Duo push the camera back and walk away as the show moves on.





”Get Ready To Fly” begins to play as the team known as the Phenomenal Fan Club, Heath Slater and Rhino, make their way out onto the stage. The two men are all smiles as they take in the moment before making their way down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan and Pineville, West Virginia respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and eleven pounds. They are the team of Heath Slater and Rhyno, The Phenomenal Fan Club!

Both men enter the ring and pose for the crowd before getting ready for the match ahead.



As Ikemen's theme hits the arena, he bursts out the curtains in absolute wonderful ball of joy. He just looks amazed at the setting he's in as he waves to the crowd. He does his signature jacket pose about a hundred times as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. 

The hook to Ikemen's theme hits and that welcomes the chants from the crowd. I-KE-MEN! I-KE-MEN! I-KE-MEN! Ikemen looks just absolutely floored to hear his name being chanted as he claps along with the crowd. When he finally makes it down to the apron, he looks at the ring, then looks at the crowd, then looks at the ring, then looks at the crowd, then looks at the ring, then looks at the crowd, then looks at the ri.. oh! He's making his way out into the crowd. He's jogging a whole lap around the building high fiving as many people as he can as the crowd continue to chant for him. He's joggin... and joggin... and joggin. and high-fivin, high-fivin, high-fivin. It's taking a while but Ikemen is finally coming to the end of his lap. He high-fives one last person and he's done it! He then looks at the ring once again, and hops right up on the apron... he takes it all in before entering the ri-oh... nevermind. He's sprinting back out into the crowd! He hasn't gotten enough high-fives I guess. He gets about a dozen more of those bad boys before once again heading back to the ring and up the apron.

He does his lovable little jacket pose as he climbs to the top rope, looking far and wide.



As the cameras begin to flash however, the lights begin to dim... Ikemen's theme ceases to make sound and instead a new sound creeps into the arena...



An eerie atmosphere takes over the arena and a light fog begins to crowd the entrance ramp. The vocals begin to set in and a figure emerges from the fog... the Dreamcatcher, Yusuke Kodama. 



Kodama slowly begins to make his way to the ring, grinning at the fans around him who appear to be a slight bit creeped out. Ikemen on the other hand feels differently, gleefully awaiting his "friend"s presence as the music begins to transition into a booming sound. Before entering the ring, Kodama takes time to scan the crowd, sense their feelings, and smile over his effect on them. He then slithers into the ring, slyly grinning up at Ikemen.




The unlikely duo then gather in a corner, awaiting the contest to begin.


DING! DING!


Slater and Ikeman start off for their respective tag teams and the match is off to the races when Slater comes in with a massive dropkick that knocks Ikeman right into his corner, back first into a tag from Kodoma, Though Slater doesn’t notice as he grabs Ikeman for a La Magistral, but when the ref doesn’t count it trying to explain to Heath that Ikeman isn’t legal, Slater met with a big kick to the face courtesy of Kodoma!

Tom Phillips:”Wow fast start from both teams, both teams really looking to change their fortunes here!”

Kodoma grabbing Heath and giving him a Vertical Suplex, floating over and transitioning into a Northern Lights into the bridge!

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Kodoma just has a bored look on his face and picks up Slater by the hair pulling him up and running to the corner for a Tornado DDT! Kodoma doesn’t let up and pulls Slater up for a Fisherman’s Buster! Planting the southerner on his head Kodoma hooks a leg this time Rhyno comes in at 2!

Kodoma just looks annoyed and tags in Ikeman, but that gives Heath enough time to tag in Rhyno! Who flattens Ikeman with a Lariat! And another and another. Ikeman has been turned inside out by the Man Beast. Who picks up the Jacket enthusiast and tosses him with a Belly to Belly!

Ikeman pulls himself up in the corner and sees Rhyno running at him for a Running Shoulder Block but the Man Beast caught with a Jacket to Belly into the corner! A tag to Kodoma is made and he flies off the top rope with a Mad Splash, and Ikeman finishes the Time Detonation with the Moonsault! Kodoma makes the pin!

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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Time Machine!



As Revolution sees a break in the action, things head backstage where he’s seen warming up.



As he’s doing so, a backstage interviewer enters the room.

Backstage Interviewer: Mr. Styles, I was wondering if...

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: You could have some of my time? Well as precious and valuable as it is, I know what you’re asking for, and that’s for me to say more about this match with CM Punk tonight.

Backstage Interviewer: Yes sir. As well as addressing some of the things he said about you that you let fall by the wayside.

AJ lets out a chuckle.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: That’s the thing with some of you spectators, you think if I don’t pick apart everything he had to say and respond to every single word, he’s somehow gotten one over on me. Well obviously I didn’t do that but do you know what I did do? I still beat Punk at his own game. Up to this point, I haven’t gone to such lengths on the microphone to get my point across to someone and while those points are still lost on him, the fact remains that a fight and a fire has come out that he and no one else was expecting. I’ve come here tonight for nothing less than his blood, do you understand?

Backstage Interviewer: I understand, but aren’t you doing what you chastised Punk for doing by glossing over the fact that he may, in fact, win here tonight?

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I haven’t glossed over anything. I know where I stand and where he stands. Punk is trying to make up for lost time in as quick a manner as he can, he’s trying to play catch-up and thinks all he has to do to accomplish that is simply show up. But there’s a lot more work ahead of him than he realizes, and not just when it comes to this match, but everything following it should he have a future here. It’s going to be a sizable workload and most of it’s going to be like ice skating uphill, because he can’t recapture his glory days and he can’t surpass them either.

Backstage Interviewer: Well, as we all know, Punk isn’t the only one things are heated with as you’re at well publicized odds with Chris Jericho. Are you worried that he may serve as a distraction tonight, much like you distracted him last week in his match against Bray Wyatt?

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: The way I see it, if he wants a front row seat to CM Punk getting his cocky little hide beaten then I welcome him to come take that seat, because it’s going to be something to behold but also because it’s going to serve as a preview for what’s going to happen to him the next time we face off. What everyone needs to understand is the, “Demi-God” in me is waking up, and that means no one is safe.

Backstage Interviewer: Well that’s one thing I was hoping you would shed some light on.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Of course you are, everyone wants to know. A Demi-God is a mortal that has ascended to divine status. When I say that’s waking up in me, I mean that things are about to get better from here. You’re going to see a stronger, more developed AJ Styles and the first step in that development is the fall of CM Punk.

Backstage Interviewer: And if you lose?

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I knew you’d circle back to that. What is it you’re driving at, that losing to Punk would mean stunted growth in that development? Well don’t hold your breath, because the, “Demi-God” transformation is going to happen regardless. You’re from Chicago, aren’t you?

Backstage Interviewer: Yes sir.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I imagine most of the people that came to see Revolution tonight are. Well bring your bias, cheer your heart out for your hero, because I guarantee you those cheers aren’t going to do anything to help him and what I do to him is going to break your heart. Now get out of my locker room!

Styles points offscreen as the interviewer scurries off and Revolution continues.


The feed cuts to backstage where EC3 is standing by.



EC3: Hope you've all enjoyed the show so far but I have some big announcements to make. First of all we've managed to cut Sammy Guevara down and I'm making his match against Rey Mysterio official at the next pay per view. Also WARHORSE has an agenda against Miro and I'm allowing them to settle their differences. They will also compete at the next pay per view. Speaking of that pay per view, I'm happy to announce the return of the Royal Rumble! 30 men and women from UWF will compete with the winner getting a shot at the winner of the Grave Consequences match between Bray Wyatt and Katsuyori Shibata at Wrestlemania! Enjoy the rest of the show.

The scene fades out.


The scene returns to a familiar sight, Katsuyori Shibata with his arms crossed.




Shibata: Don't worry, I did not forget about you. That is what you wanted to right. You wanted to grab by attention, make me angry. Right, Orton? 

Shibata's face shifts into disdain as he mentions Orton.

Shibata: Well mission accomplished fool. You have thrown yourself into a pool of lava, and I promise you it will consume you. You wanted a no DQ match... good, because now I demand it. When you are experiencing the agony I will subject on you, remember that you were the one who asked for it. You will serve as a broken example of what will happen to anybody who steps in my way.


The lights in the arena dim as the stage is shrouded in a dark blue smoke, the lights turning the same hue as a familiar theme begins to play.



After several seconds of instrumental, the vocals of rapper NF are heard as the titantron screen lights up with one word:

PHENOMENAL

It’s at this moment the man himself comes out, hunched over in his steps as he straightens up, throwing his arms up and outward as he pulls down his hood quickly from the top of his head. Pyro fires from the stage as he makes his way to the ring, that unmistakable confident smile on his face.

Tony Chimel: From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. The “Phenomenal” A...J....STYLES!

Upon entering the ring, AJ raises his arms above his head and crosses his hands so that the halves on his gloved palms meet to complete his symbol. As he lowers them, he shoots the same confident smile to the ramp as he gets ready for the match ahead.




Portishead blasts through the PA with electronic gunfire. CM Punk's name lights up the big screen, and backed by roaring strobe lights, the Straight Edge Superstar marches out on to the stage. The sold-out crowd goes absolutely wild, chanting his name while he takes a knee at the head of the ramp.



Chimel: Making his way to the ring... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... CM PUNK!

Punk storms down the ramp, climbing the apron up on to the corner turnbuckle where he perches to survey the arena. After a moment there, he hops down into the string and does the wrist-roller thing, preparing his match to come.


VS


DING DING DING


The bell ring and AJ Styles is ready to go but CM Punk looks at him like he's got this in the bag. He casually walks over to AJ but Styles isn't about to let someone who hasn't been in a ring for years (even though he was actually back about a year ago). AJ starts throwing some rights followed by an outside leg kick and a spinning back fist into a clothesline! Punk is completely caught off guard and rolls to the outside. The former Intercontinental Champion walks over to the ropes and slingshots himself out of the ring with a plancha to take down Punk! The fans at ringside are booing him heavily.


Corey Graves: Looks like Punk is learning the hard way that you can't just waltz right back into active competition after taking years off.

Mauro Ranallo: Imagine your first match back being against someone of the caliber of AJ Styles.

Corey Graves: We don't have to imagine it, we get to see it in all it's glory.

Chris Jericho: Will you both shut the hell up! Come on it's AJ Styles not the second coming of Jesus. He's not THAT good, but then again not being able to beat me doesn't make you terrible, but it makes you terrible.


AJ talks some trash about Punk to the front row fans as Punk tries to get back to his feet. Styles comes up behind him and smashes his face into the barricade for good measure. He yells out "I'm the bet in the world!" just to get even more heat. He grabs Punk and throws him back into the ring. Punk is getting up to his feet as AJ climbs up onto the apron. He waits until Punk turns around before he springboards into the ring looking for the Phenomenal Forearm but Punk hits him with a standing dropkick in mid air! AJ rolls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up. Punk comes walking over and grabs him over the ropes but AJ grabs his head and ahngs him on the top rope! Punk turns away and coughs holding his throat while AJ sneaks back into the ring and takes him out at the knee with a chop block!

Punk falls and rolls over onto his back, holding his right knee. Styles starts stomping down on it but Punk catches his leg and trips him up. Punk climbs all over his body and starts throwing punches to any open spot he can find. Styles manages to turn onto his back and tries to fight from the bottom but Punk catches one of his punches and tries to lock in the Anaconda Vice! AJ starts to furiously punch Punk in the head to stop him and it works, both men rushing back up to their feet. Punk is just a bit slower with the attack to his knee still effecting him and it allows AJ to knock him right back down with a picture perfect dropkick. Punk goes down but AJ brings him right back up and lifts him onto his shoulders in an inverted fireman's carry position. He starts to jump up and down, trying to break Punk's back in half before spinning him out for the Torture Rack Bomb! He goes for the pin!



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Punk kicks out! Styles laughs and shakes his head. He tells him "You want more, I'll give ya more" as he pulls a limp Punk back up to his feet. This seems to light a fire under the Best in the World as he throws a slap with his right hand followed by a second with his left. He then spins around for a back fist and goes for a roundhouse but Styles has it scouted, ducking under it and taking Punk's back. He pushes him towards the ropes, going for a roll up but Punk hangs on. Styles rolls back up to his feet and runs at Punk but Punk catches him with a calf kick. AJ rushes back to his feet but Punk kick him in the gut and hooks both arms in a double underhook. He lifts him up and turns him over his knee with the Welcome to Chicago Mother Fucker! Styles arches his back in pain but Punk jumps on him to make the pin.



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Styles kicks out right away, not even wanting to seem like he could lose to a guy who's been inactive for so long. Punk walks over to the ropes and exits the ring. He patiently waits as Styles is getting back up. Once he does, the former G1 Climax winner, springboards onto the ropes but ends up slipping! He crashes down and AJ runs over and puts the boots to him. The ref has to pull him away since he's near the ropes and Punk drags himself to the corner.


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Punk was overconfident in his abilities. You take years off, you're bound to have ring rust.

Chris Jericho: CM Punk has more than ring rust, he's got has been rustage. Mucho Rustago.

Corey Graves: He's a fool for thinking he could just waltz into a match with AJ Styles with no preparation. He's about to get squashed harder than he did in MMA.

Chris Jericho: Corey, you're a damned fool for thinking you are any good at this commentating gig.


Styles back away just long enough for the ref to turn his back. He then runs right back over and puts to boots to Punk once more. He picks him up and looks over to Jericho at the announce table. He says some words but they're inaudible and that may be for the best. He Irish whips Punk across the ring but Punk reverses and sends Styles to the opposite corner. AJ hits the turnbuckles and Punk comes running over with a high knee in the corner, taking his block off! He turns around and grabs his head, running forward with a Bulldog! Punk gets right back up and waits as Styles groggily gets to his feet. Punk is waiting behind him but AJ backflips to catch him in the head with the Pele! Punk goes down and holds his head wile AJ lays on the mat recovering as well.

The ref starts a double count but by the time he reaches 3, Styles is already back up. He stumbles over to the ropes and shakes the cobwebs. Punk is getting to his knees and so AJ walks on over. He gets him set up for a Suplex but Punk gives him a few shots to the kidneys to escape his grasp. Punk then throws a roundhouse kick right to the side of Styles head that knocks him down to a knee. Punk grabs him in a suplex position and lifts him up into the air, turning in mid air and bringing him down with the Falcon Arrow! He reaches forward and grabs the leg to make the pin.



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Styles kicks out!


Tom Phillips: For someone who has been out of the ring for so long, he sure is giving the former Intercontinental Champion a run for his money.

Chris Jericho: You know you guys make a real good point there, he is the FORMER champion, and he's going to stay that way, and if he keeps getting in my bidnass hes going to be retiring earlier than anticipated. On the other hand you have CM Pizzle over here who's well past his prime and I would still put my money on him tonight.


Punk brings Jericho back up and lifts him up onto his shoulders. AJ knows what's coming and manages to squirm out behind him. Punk turns around but Styles throws another leg kick to buckle him down to a knee. Styles back up into the ropes and comes back with a Spinning Neckbreaker to take him down! Despite how much he looks down on Punk he realizes this isn't enough to finish the job. He goes out onto the apron and gives Jericho a look to make sure he doesn't get involved. Punk is prone in the middle of the ring and AJ gets himself situated on the top rope. He jumps forward with a Shooting Star Press but Punk gets his knees up! Styles lands hard across them and rolls out of the ring.

Punk gets to his feet inside the ring while AJ is doing the same on the outside, pulling himself up by the announce table. He stares daggers into Jericho but Y2J makes a motion for him to turn around. AJ does so and when he does, Punk comes diving out of the ring, crashing into him with the Suicide Dive! Punk gives Jericho a thumbs up before picking up Styles and giving him a Belly To Back Suplex onto the announcer's table! Jericho is clapping and cheering as Punk grabs Styles and tosses him back into the ring. Punk hops onto the apron and jumps into the ring with the Slingshot Senton, landing right on Styles. He makes the pin.



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Styles kicks out!


Chris Jericho: God damnit AJ! Stay down! I've got money on this fight!

Mauro Ranallo: Punk opted for the slingshot instead of the springboard after his slip up last time.

Corey Graves: Look, he's always had a good ring sense but there's no denying that he's a step slow since his heyday. Maybe that'll work itself out after a couple of months but there's no way he's beating AJ here tonight.

Chris Jericho: So Corey, Valentine's Day is coming up, what are you getting AJ? Or are you just going to keep your lips puckered on his ass cheeks!


Punk grabs Jericho and picks him up just enough to have him on his hands and knees. He then starts throwing a flurry of Kawada kicks before delivering one last big shot to the head! AJ retreats to the corner, trying to get some distance but Punk is right there to stay on him. He starts washing his face with his boot before running to the parallel corner. He comes back with a boot but AJ moves out of the way just in time. Punk's leg goes through the ropes and AJ gives him a lariat to the back of the base leg. Punks falls back onto his back and AJ is able to grab onto his leg and pick himself up. He drags Punk away from the ropes and then drops an elbow to the inside of his leg. He grinds his elbow further into his knee while pull on the leg. Punk reaches up and grabs AJ's hair with one hand and beats him over the head with the other.

AJ rolls away and rushes up to his feet. Punk drags himself to the ropes but AJ runs over and nails him in the face with a basement dropkick. Punk falls back leaning over the ropes. AJ grabs his leg once more and the ref tells him to gt go since Punk is in the ropes. Styles just stares at him and then looks past him to Jericho. He smirks before driving the leg into the mat with a DDT! Punk cries out in pain and holds his leg. The ref immediately checks on him while AJ backs up. The crowd is booing the hell out of him but AJ just smirks and throws up his hands before breaking out into the phenomenal pose.


Corey Graves: Look at that, the man just oozes confidence and for good reason. If I were you Jericho I'd watch out.


Chris Jericho: Watch out for what? You know if I didn't know any better Graves I'd say you think he has my number, and if you have been keeping track, he has a negative numero against Le Champion, so if anything, it is him who needs to watch out.


The ref asks Punk if he wants to continue and of course he does. He pulls himself up with help from the ropes and hobbles around the ring while holding onto the rope to try and get his base stable. AJ runs at him but Punk sends him up and over with a Back Body Drop. Styles manages to land on the apron and gives Punk a forearm to the face that knocks him back away from the ropes. Styles springboards into the ring with the Phenomenal Forearm but Punk's leg gives out and he falls to a knee avoiding the attack. Styles lands awkwardly but manages to get right back up. He grabs punk and gives him a Snapmare followed by the Spinal Tap to the spine! He grabs his upper body and just forces him down to the mat and makes a pin.



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Punk kicks out! Styles is now looking frustrated and so he quickly brings Punk back up. He throws his head between his legs and lifts him up for a Powerbomb but Punk starts punching down on his head and reverses into a Hurricanrana. Styles rolls through the move and is only stunned temporarily. He runs back at Punk with a clothesline but the former UWF Champion uses his own momentum against him, ducking under and catching his arm, spinning around into a Neckbreaker! Instead of going for a pin, Punk scoots back towards the ropes and stretches out his knee to recover from the attacks to it.

AJ starts to come to and gets to his feet so Punk does the same. AJ turns around and eats a spinning back kick to the gut followed by another kick to the chest to stand him up straight. Punk then takes his arm and puts him in a hammer lock, sweeping his leg and brings him down with the Devil Lock DDT! He turns him over and makes the pin.



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Styles kicks out.


Tom Phillips: Back and forth these men are battling it out proving just how stiff competition is in the UWF.

Mauro Ranallo: Everyone in the back should be watching this match. Even though they're not fighting for the UWF Championship, they're still putting everything on the line.


Punk rises back up and grabs a fistful of Styles hair, bringing him up as well. He places him on his shoulders but his knee still isn't 100% and he stumbles around and drops AJ. The former Intercontinental Champion manages to level Punk with a Superkick! Punk stumbles into the ropes and falls through to the floor below. AJ realizes he's got a strong advantage and he quickly exits the ring and throws Punk right back into the ring. He's a little slow to go in himself, catching his breath after the grueling match but he slides in as Punk is on his knees. He steps in front of him and grabs his waist, lifting up his legs, trying to lock his arms in for the Styles Clash! Punk is throwing his arm out, preventing it from being hooked. He actually manages to trip up AJ by sweeping his foot as he's moving it and styles falls backwards. Punk grabs his leg and twists it in an Ankle Lock! AJ tries to scurry to the ropes but he has to drag a 218 pound body hanging onto his leg. They're right smack dab in the middle of the ring so AJ instead opts to reach down and grab Punk's leg. He starts throws punches at his injured knee and it forces Punk to let go.

AJ kicks at him as he scurries away and tries to get up. He starts limp as does Punk on the opposite side of the ring. They're both stretching out their limbs when they manage to catch each other's glance. hey decide to suck up the pain and walk to the center of the ring where they trade shots. They both throw forearms but Punk's base isn't nearly as stable causing him to not have as much power behind them. AJ gains the advantage because of this and backs Punk into the ropes. He shoots him off but Punk only runs halfway across the ring before collapsing. Styles laughs and casually walks up to him but Punk suddenly spins and sweeps AJ's legs out from under him! He falls to his back and Punk quickly jumps on him and locks in the Anaconda Vice!


Mauro Ranallo: He's got it! He's got the Anaconda Vice locked in!

Chris Jericho: Tap! Tap!


AJ tries to punch Punk to break the hold but it doesn't work. He's too far from the ropes so instead he reaches over to Punk face and starts digging his fingers into his eyes! The ref yells at him but it works and Punk breaks the hold. He stumbles away but AJ is quick to his feet. Punk can't see and ends up getting kicked in the gut by Styles. AJ then lifts him up and powerbombs him! He then pulls him up and hooks the first arm with his leg. He stumbling around trying to get the next arm while Punk is stretching out for the ropes even though he can't see them. Styles is finally able to hook the other arm with his leg but his ankle is still damaged. A shift in weight causes him to fall back but he manages to land in a seated position pinning Punk's shoulders to the mat. The ref drops down for the count and AJ reaches his left arm out and grabs onto the rope to maintain a high upright position as Punk kicks his feet around.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner AJ Styles!



Styles rolls away and the ref raises his arm, declaring him the winner.


Chris Jericho: Did you see that crap!? That right there is what you get from the so called " phenominal" one? That's bullshit! I've has enough of this clowns antics! I'm going to go give him the phenominal asskicking he deserves!


Jericho leaves the announce table and slides into the ring. He tackles AJ and starts giving him that phenomenal ass kicking. He's hammering away but AJ covers up and rolls out of the ring. Jericho follows him out but AJ is trying to retreat under the ring. Chris catches his leg just as he's almost gone and pulls him back out. Styles however has pulled out a ladder with him and he rams it forward into Jericho's midsection. Jericho retreats over the time keep's area and grabs a steel chair. Knowing he's going to be a lot slower with a ladder, AJ drops it and decides to just run up the ramp. Jericho gives chase but EC3 suddenly comes out on stage with a slew of security. They get between the two men and EC3 starts to talk.


EC3: Enough! Jericho, I know AJ attacked you with a chair after your match at Slammiversary but I was going to deal with it before you put him through a table. Couldn't help but noticed that whole ladder debacle last week and so I'm making it Official. At the Royal Rumble, it'll be Chris Jericho defending the Intercontinental Championship against AJ Styles in a TLC match!


The fans burst out into cheers and Jericho and Styles both talk more trash to each other, security keeping them apart as the show goes off the air.



END OF SHOW


Confirmed for Royal Rumble

The Royal Rumble Match

UWF Championship
Grave Consequences
The Fiend(c) vs Katsuyori Shibata

Intercontinental Championship
TLC
Chris Jericho(c) vs AJ Styles

Television Championship
Rey Mysterio(c) vs Sammy Guevara

WARHORSE vs Miro



Credits

Phenomenal Fan Club vs Time Machine - YOLO
Dunne & Galloway vs Pretty Gifted - SemiObsessive
Swoggle vs Wyatt, Cena & Eve vs H.I.T. - Dresden
Winter vs Roode - Fauche
Styles vs Punk - Danny

[Fauche]

Sicc show. Shouts outs to George and YOLO for writing some matches this week too, also to Danny for writing a banger for the main event. That thread was great but whack let's never do it again. Jericho on commentary was excellent. Stoked to see YOLO and Itfactor back tt'ing, also I like Winter lots too. That entrance music is do dang good. Dres killing it with the boot camp promos for days, but also, nobody ever tops Rey's Wyatt with all the yummy little details going on in those things. IDK what a Grave Consequences match is but it sounds just great. The brutal beatdown of Guevara was a nice segment also. Classic bad guy that thinks he's a good guy Mysterio. You love to see it. Where the heck is our WARHORSE promo this week tho? Feeling robbed. Happy to see there's a Rumble this year. Hopefully maybe even more people will sign up soon. Things feeling on a bit of an upswing here, and that's very nice.

[crann]

So, hey, it's super sweet to have ItFactor and his Bobby Roode back in action here but I wanted to take a moment to shout out the quality new TTer we have here playing Winter. It's no small feat to go up against a guy like ItFactor and give him a serious run for his money; that Roode has won world titles, so taking a loss to him isn't a bad thing, especially when you look good doing it. Winter's going places, mark my words.

Super rad to pick up another W. Seriously getting a head full of steam here as I'm feeling major momentum with D&G. I'm super glad more people are joining back up too, because hopefully that means the tag division will keep kicking around. I don't want it to fold, especially since I am gunning for the titles! Speaking of those, the Dynamic Duo are about the slimiest heels ever to hold them, and I'm looking forward to the inevitable clash with Danny. 

If I recall correctly, Grave Consequences is pretty similar to a casket match so that is a dope stipulation for Shibata and Wyatt to fight under. Definitely has the blowoff feel you need for a big time feud. Speaking of big-time feuds, I don't think I'm quite as invested in anything else these days as I am in Styles/Jericho. That's a dream feud IRL and in the fed, Cliff is doing an amazing job holding out against one of the most decorated guys in the history of the UWF. Dres is a tough opponent any day of the week, so when we're talking about feats, we've gotta tip the cap at Cliff for doing all he can. Looking hella forward to TLC, lemme tell ya!

...and one last note, I'm so happy I'm not competing in the singles divisions because Fauche's Punk legitimately scares the piss out of me. As soon as I heard he was picking him up, I knew that was going to be one hell of a potent combination, and my fellow Canadian has not disappointed. Killer first thread, looking forward to seeing what he does next.

[George]

I’m actually really really really hyped for the Rumble. I love TTing for that, it’s like my favourite thing to do, up there with the Aztec Warfare threads. I remember last year I had fun throwing Mark Henry through that, but dang y’all gots to WATCH YOUR ASSES because someone said a rumour about some asses getting ruled. AIN’T NOBODY SAFE.

Also, loved writing the match this week for a change, I felt that I actually had a lot more flow on it, and was pretty simple, as for a one-round match. Heel vs heel, one cowardly picking off one, hot tag, steamroll, pin. I was happy to take the D&G vs Pretty Gifted match because not only do I love a bit of Dunne & Galloway, it’s YOLO’s return match, and he’s just below Jye on my guilty pleasure Fedders. Going to write a bigger match next week, ideally.

Pretty surprised that Dres came out on top over Fauche’s CM Punk straight away, despite still holding the ropes and stuff for the cheap win or whatever. It’s probably a lot more beneficial to build up AJ’s momentum right now to go against Jericho, however, when I was reading off that thread I was super impressed by the stuff Fauche was doing with Punk. Hopefully, he’ll bounce back soon.

Hopefully, too I’ll be able to make this Miro/Warhorse feud something, the pre-match beatdown was done by Danny so I didn’t do anything really this week, not booked for next week so I’ll just have to build via promo next week. I couldn’t really think of anything that I didn’t say last week very clearly already.

I’d love to take a lot more of a story-driven writing direction and see it from a lot more people. That’s what I’ve done most notably here over the past like four years. Really trying to invigorate some second wind but who knows when that’ll come.

[Dres]

What an edition we’ve got here, and there’s already been several comments on it and that’s just superb. There’s a lot of times that shows get one, or worse, zero comments and that just takes the wind out of my sails and makes this feel like a thankless hobby. Because comments are how the writers are shown appreciation and people receive feedback, but it’s literally the only way I get feedback unless I go asking for it and even then, it’s a toss-up if I get that feedback or receive none at all.

Anyhoo, sorry to start things off on a bit of a bitter note but even nice guy Dres has to get some not-so-nice things off his chest sometimes. I liked Roode’s return/Winter’s debut. On the topic of Roode, he’s top notch when It Factor is on his game and even though it was a short session, he looks to be on his game. That’s intimidating especially since he came back just as the Rumble is being announced. On the topic of Winter, she’s an interesting choice of character and not one I admittedly ever expected I’d see in e-feds because in retrospect, the character doesn’t really jump out as having done much of significance with either company run. So certainly a dark horse pick but one I’m enthusiastic and excited for because of the potential and also because the TT’er has more experience than me fedding wise.

Beyond that this edition was really veterans showing off, wasn’t it? Fauche did a great promo, Rey did a great promo, Danny did a great promo, Crann picked up another win, and Chase did a great promo. Mysterio and H.I.T.’s run-in with Guevara was my favorite, the use of the comic style, “BAM!” really put it over the top for me.

I had fun writing the Phenomenal Boot Camp segments. The story with Slater and Rhino I’m coming up with as I go so who knows where it’ll end up but I’m having fun with it and I hope you guys enjoyed reading them. Fauche liking it is a great compliment and I hope the usage of Tomko got a pop out of Crann and Chase.

Getting back to Fauche, the bulk of this comment is going to be dedicated to him. For starters, the general consensus thus far seems to be you guys thought he was going to win. But it’s all good because guess what? I thought he was going to win too. I told myself all week that he was going to beat me, even as I was writing my own trash talks, and was surprised to see that I won. I’m still surprised honestly but at the same time, what a great feeling. Facing Fauche is always a monumental task, and the deeper the session goes, the more monumental the task becomes. So beating Fauche is always a surprise because he’s always on his game. And in this case, I knew he’d do well as Punk but he blew those expectations out of the water. He’s Sweeney level good already and that means trouble for everyone his Punk will face.

Getting back to thinking I was going to lose, you can ask Crann, my confidence was shook. I went through the downward spiral of, “My AJ sucks, I can’t hang anymore, I should retire” and that was after reading Fauche’s first TT. Fauche brings it out of you though and, since we’ve had so many great sessions before, I especially wanted to bring it and I credit him and Crann for my being able to do that. Fauche brings the best out of his opponents and leaves you reading not only his material and wondering how he came up with it, but reading your own material and wondering how you came up with it. Trust me, I reread the session several times.

So I’m thankful to win but even if I lost, I’d still be happy for this opportunity because it was a shot in the arm for me and a shot in the arm for AJ. I didn’t know I could go 8-8 and promo on top of that with AJ, or any character for that matter, but it happened and man does that feel good. We made history again, Fauche, putting out another great chapter in the Dresden/Fauche epic and we topped our Mania 6-6. 8-8 is the longest session I’ve done this run and I think my third longest of my entire fedding career.

So thank you Danny for booking it, writing it, and doing the nice thing of bumping us to the main event. Thank you Cliffwalk for the great commentary. Thank you everyone that read or remarked on the session and/or the match. And most importantly, thank you, Fauche.