Post by Danny on Jan 28, 2021 2:47:20 GMT -6
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 will face CM Punk.
Mauro Ranallo: In tag team action, Heath Slater and Rhino take on Pretty Gifted.
Corey Graves: John Cena and Eve Torres will take on D&G.
Tom Phillips: Winter will tangle with Cedric Alexander.
Mauro Ranallo: In non-title action, The Dynamic Duo will face H.I.T.
Corey Graves: Also non-title, Chris Jericho will compete against Rey Mysterio.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, Randy Orton versus Katsuyori Shibata in a No Disqualification match.
Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and is set for one-fall!
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
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.
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the former World Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch.
Chimel: At a combined weight of 346 pounds, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch, the Dynamic Duo!
The Dynamic Duo come out from the back dancing up a storm, not a care in the world for the fans or their opponents. In these moments, its just two friends having a good time. They dance all the way down the ramp and slide into the ring. They pose on the separate turnbuckles while still bobbing their head to the music. They jump down and get ready for their match.
Chimel clears out while the Ref instructs a member from each team to exit the ring. Following some jaw-jacking from all four competitors, Becky and King Puma take to the apron and with that, the Official calls for the bell.
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DING DING
Sami and the man known super-professionally as Beacon circle the ring, measuring one another up before moving into engage. It's as traditional collar-and-elbow as you're ever gonna see when the tag team competitors lock horns in the center of the squared circle. A brief power struggle follows, with each taking a turn in being forced back a step or two. Zayn abandons the contest first, slipping through Ali's grip and going low to shoot for a double. Beacon sits down on his hips and stuffs it before grabbing Zayn's left arm. He twists it around the Canuck's back with a wrenching hammerlock.
Wincing as a sharp jolt of pain shoots through his shoulder and into the nerves system, Zayn tries to pull out but Ali yanks harder. Giving up on any technical approach to escape, Sami opts to just stomp on his foe's foot with his heel. The dirty tactic works. The sound of sole crunching toe finds some accompaniment in Beacon's groan and the boo's of the crowd. Zayn isn't bothered by either.
Graves: Nice work by Sami Zayn! That's thinking on your toes.
Phillips: Please save the puns for Mauro.
Zayn makes the most of the opening and runs for the ropes to get some speed going. He charges Beacon but the younger, faster superstar puts all that training with Rey Mysterio to good use when he catches the Quebecer on the way back with a hurricanrana! The headscissors flips Sami over on to his back. Dazed and disoriented, Zayn sits up but doesn't quite have his bearings about him yet. Ali tags him behind the ear with a low ensiguri to make matters even worse for the champ.
Lynch shouts some nasty nastiness from the apron while across the ring, Puma has his hand out ready for a tag. Beacon grabs Zayn by the scruff of the neck and drags him towards Ricochet, except uh-oh! Sami drops down, hooks a leg and rolls Ali up for the surprise pin attempt! The Referee is right there to make the count...
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Beacon pops out at two! The Champ stands and turns to go on the offensive but Ali is up first and meets him there with an impressive dropkick! Two boots to the chest push Sami back into the ropes. When he bounces off, Beacon grabs him around the neck and then runs the rope, spins through the air and plants him with a Tornado DDT! From there, it's some half-shooting for the up-and-coming team in this non-title tilt. The fifth man sliders in to count it...
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Sami kicks out cause ain't nobody getting pinned by Tornado DDT's in 2021, the year of our Lord.
Phillips: A quick exchange of pin attempts there.
Ranallo: Even early on we're seeing major what both these men bring to the table - the incomparable ring-savviness of Sami Zayn and the astounding athleticism of Beacon aka Mustafa Ali.
Graves: Imagine giving yourself a made-up name! That's just ridiculous.
Ranallo: All names are made up Corey, but I'd say this is more of a moniker or super identity.
Graves: Sorry Mauro, I missed that. I don't speak NERD.
Not even remotely discouraged by the kick-out, Beacon gets right back to business, reaching over and up tag him partner into the match. King Puma vaults himself over the top rope with a flip to smother Zayn with a senton. Athletic as heck, Ricochet rolls straight through, bounds to his feet and then flips backwards to connect with a Moonsault on Sami while he's still down. While the fans aren't too keen on the Heroes in Training coming off of their antics last week, they can't help but pop when the man in the cat costume styles on the despised champion.
Puma drags Sami a ways away from the ropes so he can try for a cover. The Ref makes the count...
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Zayn gets his shoulder up at two, sitting up with the break. Ricochet sticks on him like white on rice. Or like brown on brown rice. Either way. Anyway, he tugs Sami up to a vertical base before whipping him into a neutral corner. The Canadian collides with the corner post and is then sandwiched up against it by a torpedo-esque European Uppercut. Puma steps aside while Zayn Flair Flops down on to the mat.
Ranallo: Wow! King Puma is as impressive as they come! I can see why Rey Mysterio took a shine to him.
Phillips Ricochet has a ton of potential, but I worry about what the TV Champ has been putting into his head. We've seen some drastic changes in behavior lately with the Heroes in Training.
Graves: I've been telling everyone for years that Rey Mysterio is like an infectious disease in this company. Nobody should be surprised to see it spreading.
Puma scales that same turnbuckle, looks out to the crowd and then comes off with an astounding corkscrew 450 Splash! His twisting body lands flush atop Zayn and he stays there to try for yet another cover...
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Zayn kicks out again, just barely beating the count. Becky is shouting to him to get up and fight back, but Zayn's out of it. Puma shakes his head in her direction as he wags a finger, then goes and tags Beacon back in. Ali steps through the ropes before heading over to Sami. The Tag Champ doesn't put up much of a fight when the Hero In Training pulls him up and whips him across the ring into the other neutral corner. He slams hard into the steel and is left draped over the top ropes. Ali turns and winks at Becky before running in and blasting Zayn with the Heluuva Kick!
Graves: That son of a gun stole the Helluva Kick!
Ranallo: Just like we saw last week, the Heroes In Training are borrowing from the Champions' playbook.
Phillips: I guess when you're still in training you have to try out new things.
Graves; Shut up, Tom. It's gimmick infringement in the first degree and you know it!
Sami's head is just barely attached to his shoulders after the running Big Boot, but there's no quarter shown from Beacon. The illuminating superstar drags his opponent away from the buckle before grabbing hold and executing a Bexploder Suplex! It's not as picture-perfect as the original, but it's an effective tool in slamming human into ring. Zayn is left in a heap and Beacon rolls him over to try for a pin again...
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Lynch dives in to break up the pin! The Referee yells at her to get out, but she ignores him. Becky grabs Ali by the scalp hair and pulls him before driving two stiff forearm shivers into his jawbone. The elbows hit hard and Beacon pirouettes before collapsing.
Puma rushes in to even the odds but Becky ducks an attempted lariat from him on the way over. Grabbing hold of him as he rushes by, the Lass Kick shows the H.I.T. how its done and destroys King Puma with an Bexploder Suplex of her own. The momentum sends Ricochet rolling under the ropes to the floor below. Lynch then helps her partner back to the home corner before stepping through the ropes and tagging herself in.
Graves: Becky Lynch out her and taking care of business!
Phillips: That's cheating! If she hadn't interefered then H.I.T. would've had this thing won!
Graves: How dare you you talk about the future Hall of Famers like that.
Ranallo: Regardless, it looks as though the Referee is going to allow it. The tides have turned and the Dynamic Duo are in control of this match for the first time.
Lynch scrapes Ali off the mat before sinking in a hammerlock. With the arm contorted back at the obscene angle, she pushes her opponent forward towards the corner, driving his woefully stretch limb into the metal right where it's being strained. Beacon cries out in pain but finds the wind taken out of his lungs when the Irish woman kicks his feet out from under him. The future contender drops while Becky steps through the ropes and down to the floor.
Reaching back in and grabbing the damaged arm, Becky pulls Ali halfway on to the apron. She takes a moment to look around the arena, as if to say "watch this". Once she has everyone's attention, Lynch winds the arm back like a major league batter and swings it full force into the base of the turnbuckle! Beacon writhes in agony as his dinged up limb crashes into the merciless Pittsburgh steel. There's no playing around with the Lass Kicker, though. She snatches the wrist and batters the arm up and down on to the apron over and over again, finally earning a five count from the Referee to stop it. She gets deep into four before finally letting go and backing off like the kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Ranallo: Some absolutely ruthless offense from Becky Lynch. That arm might be seriously injured now.
Phillips: Wouldn't it be more advisable to target the legs of a high-flier with a significant speed advantage?
Graves: Not if the most dangerous move in your arsenal is an armbar and you're setting your opponent up for it, moron.
With the Official now working his way up a ten count, Lynch slides back into the ring. Corey's right, too. All that hard work is about to pay off cause Becky pulls Ali into the middle of the ring, sits down on top and takes hold of the arm before wrenching it straight up. Boom. Disarmer!
The agony had Beacon a little fuzzy but he snaps right back to reality when Becky goes after him like that. He pulls back with all his might, desperately fighting to keep to move from being fully applied and sealing the deal. As it stands, she has the hold locked in about eighty-percent as tight as you'd want. The vicious tag Champ twists, contorts and stretches, doing what she can to maneuever it to put a stamp on this match. Beacon continues to resist, reaching out with his free arm and clawing at the canvas in a vain attempt to crawl towards the ropes.
Ranallo: It doesn't look like Beacon is going to be able to pull himself to safety in time! This could be all over.
Graves: You'd be hard pressed to find a more committed submissions expert in the UWF today than Becky Lynch. She is a master of that seated Fujiwara.
Lynch finally finds the right angle and manages to pull the arm up at a perfect ninety degree angle! Ali screams out again and lifts his free hand to tap...
Then Puma rushes in and blasts Lynch with a lariat! She's knocked right off his partner. The Official is irate about the interference but Ricochet brushes him off, checking on his parnter before helping the wounded cruiserweight back towards the home corner. Just as Becky had done a few minutes earlier, Puma goes through the whole rigmarole of tagging himself back in before coming after Lynch like a man possessed.
The Lass Kicker is only just getting to her feet when Puma's all over her, landing a couple of knee lifts to the midsection before whipping her across the ring. Or at least trying to! Lynch plants her feet and reverses, but as she tries to fling Ricochet across the squared circle, he hangs on, hops up, grabs her head and connects with a Recoil outta nowhere!
Fans leave their seats and lose their minds. They Champs are up against the proverbial ropes! Lynch is sent stumbling backwards towards her home corner. Zayn tags himself in on her shoulder. The Ref catches it, but Puma doesn't. Oh snap. The cat man grabs Becky and regular suplexes her down to set up a pin attempt, but when he hooks the leg, there's no count. Confused, he turns to question the Referee and that's when, Blammy, he eats a Big Boot from Zayn. Knocked off balance, Zayn then rolls up Puma and grabs some tights to make it emphatic. The Official misses that though, focused in on the shoulders as he makes the count...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
THE DYNAMIC DUO!
Sami rolls off and scrambles away. Puma's efforts to escape and sudden release send him tumbling towards the ropes. He slides through and down to the floor, looking back up to see a victory stolen. Beacon meets his partner on the outside. The Heroes In Training scowl from behind their masks at the Champs, who have somehow managed to get away with it again!
Ranallo: An intense back-and-forth contest brought to a sudden conclusion by Sami Zayn. However physically fast the H.I.T. are, Zayn's mental game is just as quick.
Graves: Between his genius and Lynch's technical wrestling prowess, there's just no stopping the Dynamic Duo. They're going to be champions for as long as they want to be. Take note, Galloway and Dunne - this isn't a team you wanna mess with.
Phillips: I hardly expect this will be the last time we see these two tandems collide. The Heroes In Training are still a work in progress, and losses like this can be molded to shape future success.
Ranallo: I wonder if Rey Mysterio will have a similar attitude in responding to this setback for his prodigies.
The H.I.T. boys head up the ramp with the Dynamic Duo celebrate in the ring, boos overwhelming their music. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... CM Punk.
Even buried in some concrete hallway backstage, the boom pics up the cheers from the audience seated in the arena proper when The Straight Edge Superstar walks into the shot. With his gear on fists taped and boots laced, he looks ready for action.
Young: Punk, thanks for joining me again.
Punk: Don't mention it. It's my pleasure, Renee.
Young: It looks like are all set for tonight's match so how about we just cut to brass tacks?
Punk: I wouldn't have it any other way.
Young: Alright then. Last week you made your in-return against AJ Styles and came up short -
He cuts her off there, no hesitation in just ripping the proverbial band-aid off.
Punk: Which makes me looks pretty dumb after I promised the whole world I was gonna beat him. Yep. That hurts. I could harp on how I put the beating of a lifetime on AJ and the only reason he won is because the Referee didn't catch him cheating. I could further elaborate that everything he claimed to be - Phenomenal, a credible athlete, a person with even the smallest shred of dignity - went out the window the instant he admitted to himself and the rest of us that he doesn't have what it takes to pin me straight up. I could even add that that phony-ass Intercontinental Championship he's dead set on winning back is made even less valuable by a man of his moral caliber and admitted talent deficiencies being named top contender for it.
But why bother? C'est la vie. I can't think of since Steen fought Uso that EC3 has seen fit to reverse an Official's call so the record books will say what they say and I'll just have to live with it. Zero-and-one. Not to most auspicious way to kick things off, but it's also not the fist time I've fallen off the bike. Nothing's changed, I've still got my goal set and if I have to work a little harder to beat the guys who don't mind cutting corners, I'll do it. Lesson learned.
Young: Speaking of, tonight's you'll face off against another former World Champion in Bobby Rude, who also recently returned to the company. In his match against Winter last week, Roode wasn't above bending and breaking a couple rules himself. Taking that into account, what's your game plan heading into this contest?
Punk: "Game plan"? Ahaha.. uh... yeah. Let's just call it "scorched earth".
Bobby's a guy that's been around the business for a long time. We were both on NXT back in the day, this isn't the first time we've competed against each other and it probably won't be the last. Honestly, I don't like the guy. Never have. He's one of those insufferable "old school" types who's still married to way things were done well before he ever broke in. You can see it in the way he rips off Ric Flair - that isnt just for the camera. In keeping with tradition, he's a selfish backstabbing bully backstage, too, in keeping with how things were done in those precious good ol' days. I'm an athlete first and foremost and I'm here to win matches, but I'll admit, I'm gonna enjoy putting the boots to this asshole. I saw that match last week. I love Winter, I think the sky's the limit for her and Bobby... well... he's still the scumbag he always has been.
So back to that game plan - knowing full well how low he's willing to stoop, and coming off of what happened last week, I'm not gonna waste any tie in taking it to this guy. I have to beat him before he has the chance to sneak something in. I'm coming in hard and heavy with everything I've got. "Spoiler alert". That's what they're saying these days, right? I don't mind spilling the beans or telegraphing some strategy here because former champ or not, there's nothing that Bobby Roode is going to do to stop me from taking it to him tonight. I've made promises to myself and everyone watching that this return would be worth it. I'm not about to drop two in a row.
He delivers that last sentence emphatically. A solemn vow, etched in stone.
Young: Just one more question - you're an entrant in this year's Royal Rumble, a match that has seen the return of a lot of other legends from the past. What are your thoughts on the competition and your chances of winning?
Punk: Yep. That's kinda funny, huh? AJ last week, Bobby this week, and coming up I've got Ziggler, Hassan and Rude, just to name a few. It's like the senior's club out here. It's interesting, I'll say that. I've gone on the record about what I want out of it, which is simply to win it for winning it's sake. I've headlined Wrestlmania before, but I've never won a Rumble. I bet it feels pretty good, so I'm going for it. These other guys coming off the bench - I think a lot of them are just coming in for an easy pay day. Maybe EC3's just trying to do something special for the big anniversary year, who knows? But I don't see a lot of fight in those men, just empty hands stretched out looking to get paid. And hey, that's fine. Make a buck where you can. Just don't count on them to win the thing. I'm more concerned about a guy like WARHORSE, or maybe a Cedric Alexander, a Miro or a Guevara. Shit, throw Winter in there too. Young talent with nothing to lose and everything to gain - they're the dangerous ones, and I promise you, a lot less complacent. The question is whether or not they'll step up. Those vets are some of the dirtiest to have ever played the game. I'd like to see the young guns knock 'em down a peg. Of course I still plan on winning the whole damn thing. Just sayin...
Punk shrugs, finished with all thinking out loud stuff. Renee nods and calls it there.
Young: Okay. Thanks for your time. We look forward to watching you compete tonight, Punk!
Punk: Thanks. Adios!
He waves and heads off down the hall. Revolution continues elsewhere.
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.
"From London, England..." Tony Chimel begins. "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.
Tony: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighting 205 pounds, Cedric ALEXAAAANDER!.
*we see Cedric appear on the stage and looking at the crowd, soaking in the cheers before shouting in the air "LET'S GO!" and coming down to the ring. Then he climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and sits there hearing and soaking the cheers of the crowd with his hands open as if welcoming the cheers and then he jumps down to the ring. Then he points at his head with his thumb like he does irl*
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DING DING DING
Winter stands across the ring with her arms crossed. Cedric walks up to her and even though she's mentioned how much she wants to hurt him, he still sticks his hand out for a shake. Winter looks down at it and smirks before extender her arm and shaking his hand.
Tom Phillips: Nice to see that even though they may have had some words, there's still sportsmanship in wrestling.
Cedric tries to pull his hand back but Winter keeps a firm grasp of it. She then pulls him in and levels him with an elbow right to the face! Cedric falls back and Winter runs forward and boots him in the face! She tries to go for a cover right away but Cedric kicks out right away and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Winter follows him outside and stalks him around the ring like she's a hunter and he the prey. When Cedric turns around he gets leveled with a big boot! Winter picks him back up and tossing him into the ring. She jumps onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. She patiently waits as Alexander gets to his feet and when he does, she leaps off with a Diving Crossbody but Cedric falls back and she lands across his knees in a modified Gutbuster! He rolls her over for the pin!
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Winter kicks out! He brings her up to her feet right away. He goes for a belly to belly but Winter just straight up starts biting him on the neck! He shoves her away before she can take out a chunk and grabs his neck. Winter comes running forward with another big boot but Alexander ducks it. She turns around and eats a jumping Enzuigiri. Winter is knocked back into the corner where Cedric runs at her, connecting with the Concussion On Delivery! Winter falls to her hands and knees while Cedric decides to go up top. Winter rises and turns around just in time to eat a Diving Clothesline! She goes down and Cedric makes the cover!
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Winter kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Cedric may have been a little reluctant at first but he's determined to end his losing streak here tonight.
Corey Graves: He always has a good showing in his matches but he can never capitalize when it counts. It's only a matter of time before Winter puts him down for good.
Cedric gets back to his feet and watches from behind as Winter gets to her feet. Once up Cedric grabs her and tries to throw her in the air for the Lumbar Check but she twists in air and lands behind him. Cedric jumps and spins in the air, going for a head kick but Winter ducks it and Cedric lands on his face. He pops back up to his hands and knees but Winter leans over and grabs him at the waist, throwing him back with a German Suplex! Cedric rolls to the ropes and Winter walks over, placing his head on the bottom rope. From there she starts to choke him out until the ref forces her off.
Corey Graves: Guess who was right?
Mauro Ranallo: Well Winter does seem to be taking charge here and Cedric better watch out or else he'll get another mark in the loss column.
Tom Phillips: Don't count him out yet. Winter may even end up getting disqualified if she keeps at it.
Winter tries to go back at him but the ref makes her keep her distance as he picks himself up with help from the ropes. She pushes the ref out of the way but Cedric levels her with a rolling elbow! She is staggered by it but comes right back at him. Cedric uses her own momentum against her as he catches her with a Reverse STO! He turns her over and makes the pin!
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Winter kicks out! She crawls away towards the corner but Cedric wants to finish things. He grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around but when she turns, she sprays blood mist right into his eyes! Cedric falls back and tries to wipe the blood from his face but Winter rushes over to him and hooks both legs for a deep cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Winter!
Winter gets her hand raised while Cedric is still trying to get the blood out of his eyes. Winter looks down at him with a smirk before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp as the show moves on.
Camera Guy Sal has caught up with Chris Jericho, who once again is at the spa getting a pre match pedicure with his favorite employee, Sonya.
Chris Jericho
Oh man Sonya, would you just look at this marvelous championship belt? I mean the craftmanship is just amazing. Not only that but I take extra care of her. Sonya do you know why it is that I am so damn successful in this business?
Sonya
Because you run your mouth so damn much that everyone drops dead from the headache.
Chris Jericho
Hey! You stupid idiot! Shut your mouth when your talking to me! Of course that is not the answer because I have the voice of an angel and everyone loves hearing me. I should be a motivational speaker.
Sonya
Motivate people to do what exactly? You can's seem to motivate yourself to spend the extra three bucks for the upgraded pedicure package let alone talk someone into doing something they don't want to do.
Chris Jericho
That's not what you say last night baby.
Sonya
You're right. I didn't say anything last night because you didn't want to come over because you are all nervous about your match tonight with Rey Mysterio.
Chris Jericho
God damnit woman you don't listen to a damn thing do ya? I'm not nervous, I was preparing. I was watching prior matches to make a strategy to secure victory. Rey Mysterio is a part time champion ya see, so when he does show up he likes to make it count and I'm going to stop him dead in his tracks. Then you and I can really celebrate.
Sonya
Sure Chris, we can celebrate you beating up a midget with a Halloween mask on, your feet are done my friend, make sure you pay this time. Just because you are a member of a band and well known wrestler doesn't mean you don't pay like everyone else.
Chris Jericho
I'll pay you alright....in small favors.
Sonya
Small is exactly right.
Chris Jericho gives her a death stare as she walks away.
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
He's Emerging by him is John Cena Saving the Day in training Eve Torres by helping him win his matches and come up with an team name of The Cenation Leader to make sure nothing happens to The Super man hero of the UWF John runs down the ramp in slides in the ring.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen making his way to the ring. Accompany by Eve Torres from West Newbury, Massachusetts resident of the Cenation Leader John Cena.
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
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DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Eve bum rushes Dunne and dropkicks him as he has his back turned talking to Drew. The teammates butt heads and Galloway falls off the apron. Dunne takes a wild swing as he turns around but Eve ducks it and starts ramming her shoulder into his mid sections. She walks away and points at Becky at the announce table before she does a cartwheel hand spring into a back elbow in the corner. She then grabs him and brings him in for a small package.
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Dunne kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Looks like Eve didn't take too kindly to those comments by Pete Dunne.
Becky Lynch: As much as I hate that bimbo, any time a woman kicks the ass of a man I can't help but get a smile on my face.
Corey Graves: You see that Tom? That's the closest you'll ever get to seeing a woman smile near you. Soak it in.
Eve walks over and tags in Cena. John picks up Dunne and right away he places him onto his shoulders. Dunne kicks his feet and falls behind him and shoves him towards Eve who is exiting the ring. Now she's knocked off the apron as Dunne just starts wailing on Cena. Being the bigger man, Cena simply shoves him away 5 feet but Dunne runs right back at him and clotheslines him so hard that both men go flying out of the ring! Becky stands up right away and stares donw Dunne who shoots her a look as well. Sami is clapping while Becky takes off her headset. Dunne starts to walk over but the ref comes out and gets between the two. Becky cocks her hand back like she's gonna take a swing at him but the ref keeps her at bay. During all this, Eve comes over and gives Dunne a low blow! She throws him right back in the ring and Cena goes in as well. Cena picks him up right away and places him on his shoulders before delivering the Attitude Adjustment! He makes the pin and Becky sits back down telling the ref to count the pin. He hurries and slides back into the ring to make the count.
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Dunne kicks out!
Becky Lynch: Gotta keep your eye on the ball there Dunne.
Sami Zayn: How are these losers supposed to beat the greatest tag team on the planet if they can't even keep focus?
Tom Phillips: Oh come on you guys distracted him and then Eve hit him with a low blow. That's like double cheating.
Corey Graves: Do you listen to yourself Phillips? You sound like a child.
Cena turns Dunne over onto his belly and grabs his leg. He gives Drew the You Can't See Me taunt and Galloway tries to enter the ring. The ref stops him but the slight distraction gives Dunne enough time to trip up Cena with his legs. Dunne crawls over his body and grabs his hand. He starts biting down on his fingers while the ref is still distracted by Drew.
Sami Zayn: Hey ref! That's cheating! Turn around!
Mauro Ranallo: Turnabout is fair play.
Corey Graves: Just because it's fair doesn't mean it's not cheating!
Cena rolls away while Dunne gets back to his feet. He walks over and makes the tag to Drew who comes in and waits for Cena to pick himself back up. Once he does, He ends up walking right into a running big boot from Galloway! Cena ends up tumbling over the ropes but hangs on enough to land on the apron. Drew bends over the ropes and pulls him back up. He then lifts him high into the air for a Vertical Suplex back into the ring! Eve comes running into the ring to get some of Galloway but Drew turns around and levels her with a Glasgow Kiss! Dunne comes in and he and Drew watch as Cena gets back to his feet. On opposite ends they rush him and give him the ol' Smash and Dash! Pete leaves the ring allowing Drew to make the cover.
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Cena kicks out! Drew rises back to his feet and tags in Dunne who Dunne jumps off the apron and walks over to the opposite side of the ring where Eve is getting back to her feet. He points and Becky and says this will be you as he grabs her from behind, pulling her arm through and hitting her with the Bitter End on the floor! Galloway is still in the ring watching as Cena rises to his feet. Dunne slides back into the ring behind him and when Cena turns around to face him, he gives him a stiff punch in the mouth that turns him around just in time for Drew to hit the Claymore into the waiting arms of Dunne with the RegalPlex to complete The End of Everything! Dunne stays in the bridge for the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Drew Galloway and Pete Dunne!
Mauro Ranallo: The challengers with a very impressive win here tonight.
Sami Zayn: Was it impressive? We beat a better tag team earlier tonight with ease. Eve is no Becky and Cena certainly is no Sami and they'll find that out at the Royal Rumble.
Sami and Becky remove their headsets and stare down their challengers in the ring, raising their titles up high as the show moves on.
CHHH-CHHH.
A MUCH MISSED MESSAGE FROM YOUR FAVOURITE ASS.
The scene opens and we see the Warhorse sitting down on his favourite chair, with his favourite stone carved mural he has in his garage… mancave… gym. We’ll go with gym.
WARHORSE: HEY! IT’S WARHORSE HERE. SITTING IN MY EVIL GODDAMN CAVE, PLOTTING AWAY. SHARPIE IN HAND, BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SPENDING MY TIME PLOTTING OUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING DOWN LATELY. I MEAN HELL, SHIT’S HIT THE FAN AND NOBODY WANTS THE COOL AIR. HELL, AS FAR AS THESE CALCULATIONS GO, IT SEEMS MIRO WANTS ALL OF THAT AIR.
THEY ALL ADD UP, EVERYTHING MIRO’S DONE THREATENING. EVERY SINGLE WORD HE’S SAID THAT MAKES THE WARHORSE FEAR HIM. EVERY SINGLE ACTION THAT HE SHOWN CONVICTION WITH. THE MOST INTERESTING PART OF THAT ALL…
IS THAT IT ADDS UP TO NOTHING.
Warhorse lifts up his blank piece of paper and then throws it up into the air, crashing down onto the floor.
I DID THE DUDE A FAVOUR LAST WEEK, I’M SURE A SHARP BREEZE WOULDA KNOCKED HIM OUT WITH THE TYPA CONSISTENCY HE HAS AROUND HERE LATELY. I DON’T KNOW, YOU DIDN’T HEAR IT FROM ME. I’M SURE HE MIGHT GET HIS SHIT IN ORDER WHEN HE FACES SOMEONE LIKE ME, IT COULD HAPPEN, BUT FRANKLY, I HIGHLY DOUBT IT.
I DON’T KNOW IF EVEN HIS FANS, HIS CLOSE KNIT COMMUNITY OF SUPPORTERS HE’D RATHER SERVE THAN EVEN TURN UP FOR HIS CONTESTS WITH, I DON’T KNOW HOW THEY EVEN WOULD. WHERE WOULD THEY EVEN START? THE WARHORSE DOESN’T KNOW, AND FRANKLY, IT’S MADE THE WARHORSE TAKE A NEW APPROACH TO THE WHOLE SPAT.
The Warhorse points directly into those dang lenses.
WE FIGHT AT THE ROYAL RUMBLE PAY PER VIEW, HUH? I WONDER WHAT’S SPECIAL ABOUT THAT SHOW?
He does a very over-exaggerated thinking face.
THE GODDAMN ROYAL RUMBLE MATCH, BUD. IT’S WRITTEN IN THE GODDAMN TITLE FOR SATAN’S SAKE. IT’S A MATCH THAT THE WARHORSE HAS THEIR EYES ON BIG AND WIDE. THE GLORY. THE THRONE. THE STUPID GODDAMN SIGN THAT THE WARHORSE GETS TO POINT AT. IT’S ALL PERFECTION FOR THE WARHORSE. VERY DESIRABLE.
AND WELL, SEEING AS FOLKS AROUND HERE DON’T SEEM TO SEE THE WARHORSE AS THAT DESIRABLE, I’M SURE IT’LL DO THEM JUSTICE WHEN I, ME, WIN THAT GODDAMN MATCH. OH WELL, IT’S MORE THAN CLEAR MIRO’S JUST AS UNDESIRABLE, AS WELL, HE’S NOWHERE TO BE SEEN! THE FUCKER HAS GONE FOR A RUN TO THE HILLS WITH ALL HIS BAGS!
THE WARHORSE WILL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE, HE GUESSES. IT’S A TIME FOR ALL THINGS THAT FUCKING SUCK TO END. I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT. EVERYONE HAS. WARHORSE 2021, RULIN’ ASS, AND KICKIN’ ASS. RIDE MY COATTAILS, BITCHES.
CHHH-CHHH.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m sure he’s desirable, if he didn’t attack Miro, I’m sure we’d be seeing him in a match tonight.
Corey Graves: You’d think he’d be taking all the time off he could seeing as he’s got two matches on the Royal Rumble pay per view.
Tom Phillips: YEAH AND HE’LL RULE ASS IN BOTH OF THOSE MATCHES THROW IT UP, BABY!
Corey Graves: Tom.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest is a singles contest.
DING! DING!
GLORIOUS
NO I WON'T GIVE IN
I WON'T GIVE IN
'TIL I'M VICTORIOUS
AND I WILL DEFEND
I WILL DEFEND
Bobby Roode! The Glorious One! He is in UWF once again! He comes out as he poses at the entrance, as the 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 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 saviours the moment until his music stops.
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.
DING! DING!
Roode steps forward, willing to engage quicker as he’s had more time to prepare in his corner, and Punk finishes off a few stretches and then joins him in the middle of the ring. Punk walks towards the middle, and then suddenly gets a sharp jab to the face of him, backing back up into his corner, as he looks pretty offended and confused over the other side of the ring why he’d do that straight outta the bat.
Corey Graves: A cheap shot from Roode to Punk.
Mauro Ranallo: Why’d he do that? You’d think that’d just be flat out disrespectful.
Punk comes back and begins calling him out on that cheap shot, thinking it’s not very honourable until Roode grabs the back of his head and then slams his hip against him, and makes him hunch over, and then pulls him into a headlock. Punk quickly retaliates by pushing him towards the ropes, bouncing him off the ropes, and then Roode comes running through, arm extended for a clothesline, but Punk quickly drops down and trips him down onto his face and grabs his own headlock.
Punk wrenches, as Roode rolls quickly over and loosens the grip quickly enough to escape the grips. Roode quickly gains a standing position and then stomps the head of Punk to send him crashing back towards the canvas. He then runs to the ropes, and Punk quickly drops in front of Roode, and he hops over, and Punk then jumps up, hitting a leapfrog on Roode, and then returning with a dropkick quickly to the face of Roode.
Tom Phillips: Tightly competitive offence here in the early stages of this matchup.
Roode is laid out flat onto his back, and Punk quickly pulls him up by his arm, and then Irish whips him into the corner. He runs up on Roode hitting a big knee in the corner, and then backing off back, and allowing Roode to fall, to where he starts washing the face of Roode with his foot for the adequately named Facewash. Back and forth he continues to grind his foot in.
Corey Graves: It seems Roode wasn’t treating Punk as a big of a threat because he lost his debut, but it seems Punk is clearly out to prove him wrong.
Roode stops showing a whole lot of life so Punk leaves him be, and walks off into the middle of the ring, and waits for him to show some type of life. Roode sits up into the corner, and Punk pulls him up by his head and lays in an uppercut on Roode, sending him leaning back into the corner. He then grabs him by the head and goes running out with a bulldog, but Roode pushes Punk midair off and onto his back.
Punk springs back up from the impact and stumbles back up to his feet. As he turns, Roode yanks him in and spikes him down with a massive Snap DDT manoeuvre. Punk bounces off the canvas, as Roode gets back up to his feet and begins to hype up the crowd for his big impactful finishing move, the Glorious DDT.
Tom Phillips: Wow, it seems that Roode is trying to run away with this one with an early finishing manoeuvre to put away Punk.
Punk crawls up, and Roode hits his famous “glorious” taunt, waving his arms back. He then pulls Punk off the ground and under his arms, and lets go with one arm to say his catchphrase again, but Punk retaliates, pushing him off towards the ropes, and bouncing back with Punk hitting a roundhouse kick on the head of Roode which sends him stumbling back to lean.
Mauro Ranallo: Punk says no! How’ll he follow it up?!
Punk pulls Roode onto his shoulders and walks his way over to the middle of the ring and looks down the hard camera so they can see him real good. He then throws Roode up and then hits him with the knee to completely land the Go To Sleep! Roode crashes down and Punk hooks both of the legs.
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DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, CM Punk.
Tom Phillips: Wow, what a statement.
Corey Graves: Not to discredit Bobby Roode, but CM Punk certainly had something to prove here tonight, and he certainly did that.
Punk clutches his head from the snap DDT earlier in the match. He looks over, and then gets up, and rolls out of the ring, clutching in on his head, as he heads to the back and we head elsewhere.
Tonight's Episode of UWF brought to you by...
The feed cuts back to the ring where Chris Jericho is already in the ring as he waits for his opponent.
Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mix reaction with mostly boos.
Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's super heroes in training Ali and Ricochet flanking him in his matches to make sure nothing happens to the hero of the UWF. Rey walks down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Rey enters the ring and removes the shroud covering his face showing his one eyed mask look that he has adopted. Rey doesn't show the same emotion he had once before as he enters the top rope but he does point to the crowd and saying "I'll protect you." Rey jumps off and awaits his opponent.
VS 
DING DING DING
Chris Jericho and Rey Mysterio square off in their opposing corners and meet each other in the center of the ring. Jericho delivers a stiff forearm to Rey Mysterio but Mysterio kicks Jericho back in the thigh sending a kick reverberating through the arena. Jericho hops back driven backwards by subsequent kicks to the leg causing him to lean on the ropes. On a last chance desperation Jericho responds with a huge knife edge chop to Rey’s chest stopping the momentum. He continues the onslaught of chops only to end it with a slap to Mysterio’s face and an early codebreaker to the masked wrestler. Mysterio is out cold and Jericho goes for the quick pin.
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Ali had run over and draped Mysterio’s leg over the bottom rope forcing the break. Jericho rushes to the outside to confront Ali who backs up into the steel steps. When Chris goes to swing Ali moves out of the way just in time and Jericho’s fist connects with the steel post. He goes down as Mysterio gets to his feet and the ref begins counting. But Jericho makes it into the ring easily. Chris Jericho tries goes back to where he was on the dazed luchador, throwing a strike. But uses the bad hand and reels back in pain giving Mysterio enough time to create some distance with an arm drag. Jericho gets up to his knees but is met with a running dropkick to the chest. Followed up with a standing moonsault.
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Mysterio lifts Jericho up and goes for an irish whip which Jericho reverses. Mysterio uses the advantage to springboard into a drop kick that sends Jericho rolls out of the ring to the outside. Mysterio tries to go after him but the ref gets in his way and stops him from diving. Ali and Ricochet use this to their advantage though and they pick up Jericho only to throw him back first into the barricade! They then retreat as Rey exits the ring behind him and walks over to Jericho. He brings him to the apron and smashes his face on it before throwing him back in. Rey slides in after him but Jericho is already getting to his feet. Rey pulls his head in and brings him to the corner where he tries for a Tornado DDT but Jericho pushes him off before he can fully rotate. Rey lands on the apron and Jericho gives him a stiff forearm to the face. Rey is dazed as Jericho walks away. He then runs towards the ropes and springboards off them to turn and dropkick Rey off the apron!
Corey Graves: Good, shut that little guy up Chris!
Mauro Ranallo: You'd think after all this time maybe you'd warm up to Rey Mysterio.
Corey Graves: Maybe if we went back to his roots and fought like a man but he's got a new collection of cowards at his disposal. A knock off Cartel is still The Cartel and I'll always hate them.
Ricochet and Ali check on Mysterio who seems to be fine but they don't notice that Jericho has climbed up to the top rope and leaps off with a flying nothing but he still takes out all three of them! He grabs Mysterio and tosses him back into the ring before following him in. Rey gets to his feet and takes a swing at Chris but Jericho ducks under it and grabs his waist, popping his hips back to hit a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge for the pin!
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Mysterio kicks out! Jericho gets to his feet and grabs Mysterio's legs. He drags him over to the corner and uses him as a catapult to send him into the turnbuckles but Rey jumps up and lands on the middle turnbuckle! Jericho rises and turns around only to eat a back kick from Mysterio. He gets sent back a few paces while Rey turns around. He then leaps off with a front dropkick but Jericho catches his legs in mid air as he falls to the mat. Y2J turns him around and places him in the Walls of Jericho! Rey looks like he might tap but Ali hops onto the apron. The ref is dealing with him while Ricochet springboards into the ring with a dropkick right to the face! He helps Mysterio get up and Rey goes out onto the apron. Jericho slowly rises and when he does, Rey lands on him with a Seated Senton! He then takes off running towards the ropes as Jericho pops back up. Unfortunately for Rey he's nailed with the Judas Effect! Jericho makes the pin!
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But No! The ref gets pulled out of the ring by Ricochet and Ali! The ref gets in their faces and decides to throw them out! The crowd bursts into cheers as they get sent to the back. Jericho waves them goodbye but Mysterio catches him with a schoolboy from behind! The ref runs into the ring and counts the pin, Mysterio hooking Jericho's tights as he makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rey Mysterio!
Rey immediately leaves the ring while Jericho tries to explain that his tights were held. The Heroes in Training run back out and celebrate with Rey, his big win over the Intercontinental Champion as the show moves on.
Bray Wyatt: Hello everyone, and welcome...to the Firefly Funhouse! I'm so happy to see all of you today. Now I know some of you little fireflies might have been a little frightened by His appearance last week, but you have nothing to fear He's here to protect us. Katsuyori Shibata though, that is someone you all should fear. A self proclaimed King of Monsters, he has made it his only goal in life to stop Little Ole Me. He wants to take me away from all of you my fireflies, he wants me to stop lighting your way and leave you alone in the darkness. For what reason? because he does not understand me, because he doesn't get our relationship. People fear what they don't understand, and a world where we have nothing to fear and the fun and games can last forever...it's something Shibata can't comprehend. But when put in that situation, you shouldn't strike out of anger...you could hurt someone...and Shibatas mistake has definitely guaranteed someone's hurt. His Own.
As the camera pans in on Wyatts serious face, he suddenly gets a smile that pops the music back to an upbeat rhythm. He kneels down and Huskus is laying next to him.
Ya see, Shibata is a lot like my friend Huskus here. He loves stuff his face with chocolates and all manner of sweets, but he doesn't know when to stop for his own good. Just like Shibata, he didn't know when to stop and because of that he's gonna end up with a lot more than just a tummy ache like poor ole Huskus here.
Huskus the Pigboy: Da, it turns my piggy belly just thinkin about what's gonna happen to Mr. Shibata at the Royal Rumble.
Suddenly, Huskus is interrupted by the loud calling of hyenas as Ta' and Lo' snap at him while Tusker Joe enters the frame.
Tusker Joe: Katsuyori Shibata! You have made a Huge mistake, because when you first fell to me it was just a business transaction. You were in my way, and so I went over you. But you've decided to make things personal, and in this house when you make things personal you are knocking on absolute wrong door. You mess with me, I put you to sleep, you mess with most of us here you get beaten down. But you've messed with Him, and if there's one thing you better believe is I understand my own limitations...and there's no one I wouldn't pick a fight with that I didn't think I can figure out and take out but this ain't just Anybody. That's something you're gonna find out right quick at the rumble
Yowie Wowie, even mean old Tusker Joe thinks you've made a mistake. You accepted His challenge, and I understand Machismo...never back down from a challenge. But in this case, maybe you should have thought about it for a couple minutes longer before blindly accepting, because you stated it yourself that you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. When you targeted me, it was all in good fun. We tag each other a couple times, maybe shed some blood, all fun and games...but this isn't fun and games. He took your threats seriously, and now he's going to end that threat once and for all, He isn't playing games...I had fun with you and kept you kicking...He won't be so kind. You think your purpose is to stop Bray Wyatt, but at the Royal Rumble when you share the ring with Him it will dawn on you that Bray Wyatt isn't what you're dealing with. And then we will see how much fight you have in you when he tears at your very soul. You will suffer pain that will seem endless, until you will crawl your own broken down body to the casket...clawing and banging on the door trying to get away from him...and it will be you who will be screaming three familiar words into the dark abyss that hides inside...LET ME IN
The booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena like a low warcry. There is no outward reaction from the crowd... only a hush comes over them as they await the man's entrance. According to Shibata he is no longer a man here to cause destruction, nor a man of virtue. He is simply here to "make things right".
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, THE WRESTLEEEEER, THE KING OF MOOOONSTEEEERS, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
As his name is announced, the king of monsters, the wrestler, a man who can be describes many which ways... arrives. His cold eyes tell a long story full of pain, agony and much more. They're fixated firmly on the ring and nothing else as he begins his walk.
Stoic and slow, he makes his way down to the ring in sync with the tune of the slow, chilling music that plays behind him. Fans pay attention to his every moment and he pays them no attention, his eyes still locked on the ring that will soon become a battlefield.
As Shibata is on his way to the ring, Orton comes running out behind him with a steel chair and clobbers him atop the head with it as Shibata crumples to his knees. Orton raises the chair high and brings it crashing down upon Shibata’s head again, the chair bending as Shibata not only stays on his knees, but begins to stand up. Blood begins running down his face as he slowly turns to face Orton, the expression on, “The Viper”’s face changing from sadistic to shocked. Now face-to-face with his opponent, Orton raises the chair a third time but Shibata connects with a Stiff Headbutt that sends him staggering backward as he drops the chair. Shibata pursues Randy, who is still staggering but also trying to get away, as he gets hold of the third generation superstar by the back of the tights with one hand and the back of the neck with the other, guiding him towards one of the LED screens on the stage and driving him head first into the steel next to it.
Randy bounces off but pivots around so that, while dazed, he can still see Shibata coming as Shibata kicks him in the gut. As Orton hunches over, Shibata sticks his head between his legs and hoists him up, throwing him like he’s doing a Buckle Bomb as Orton is sent through the LED screen! As the fans gasp, Shibata wastes little mercy as he steps through the hole created, the crunching of broken glass heard, and heads straight for Orton. Randy is convulsing slightly, an indication that he may have been electrocuted, as Shibata reaches down and grabs him by each side of the collarbone and pulls him up, setting him on his feet. As this occurs, Orton connects with a European Uppercut and pushes Shibata back, leaping up and connecting with an RKO. Randy slithers back to his feet, convulsing again mockingly as he laughs.
Tom Phillips: Orton was playing possum!
Mauro Ranallo: He can play that off all he wants but you know he’s in a lot of pain after going through that screen.
Corey Graves: Shibata’s gotten himself into a sticky situation tonight. The longer this match goes, the more he’s softening himself up for The Fiend, but Randy Orton’s not someone you can put away quickly. So if you’re Shibata, what do you do?
Randy grabs Shibata by the arm and drags him down the ramp. The former UWF Champion looks completely out of it as Randy picks him up and throws him into the ring. Orton follows him in and lifts him up from behind. Shibata suddenly spins around however and gives him a spinning back fist across the face! Orton falls flat on his ass and Shibata runs at him with a short distance PK! Shibata lays on top of him for the cover!
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Orton reaches up and grabs the rope for a break! Shibata grabs his leg and pulls him away and starts hammering away at him with closed fists, the ref unable to do anything about is per the stipulation of the match. Orton tries to cover up and Shibata just stands up and starts kicking down at him, stomping him all over. Randy hunches over to his hands and knees, his arms wrapped behind his head to protect him. Shibata stands over him and grabs him at the waist, deadlifting him up into a german suplex but Randy throws a back elbow to the side of his head. Shibata tries to shake it off but another elbow comes his way to break his grip. Orton steps on his foot to have him hunch over before he tosses him out onto the apron, keeping a hold of his head and planting him to the mat with the rope hang DDT! He goes for the pin!
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Shibata kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: The always dangerous Viper sure is bringing the fight to the former UWF Champion.
Corey Graves: When this match was announced, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for Bray Wyatt to get involved but maybe Randy Orton will put him away all by himself!
Randy heads to the outside and lifts up the apron to look for a new toy. He brings out a kendo stick and starts swinging it around, testing the balance before nodding as if to say good enough. He slithers his way back into the ring as Shibata is getting to his feet. He turns around and Orton swings the stick right across his stomach! Shibata falls to his hands and knees and Orton gives him another whack across the back, a red welt already appearing. Shibata rolls out of the ring to get away but the Viper stalks him out there as well. He catches up to Shibata and leans him against the barricade, arms outstretched over them. He gives Shibata another whack, this time across the chest and the man goes down wailing.
Orton has a sick grin on his face but he's got more up his sleeve. He takes the kendo stick and breaks it across his knee. He throws half of it away while turning the other piece around. He leans over Shibata and picks up his head before jamming the broken pieces right into his forehead! He's carving him up like a turkey, blood coming down his forehead and into his eyes. Randy then slams his head into the mat and throws the stick away. He backs into the corner and leans forward while grabbing the ropes, reading himself as Shibata crawls to the center of the ring. Randy takes off looking for the punt kick but Shibata pushes himself up and Orton misses wildly. He turns back towards Shibata but the former UWF Champion scoops him up as he gets to his feet and has him on his shoulders. He throws him up in the air and connects with the Go To Sleep! Orton falls back and Shibata lays on top of him for the pin.
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Orton kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Randy Orton may be one of the most dangerous competitors we have here in UWF but never forget the absolute war Shibata had with Vinny Marseglia. This could be the turning point of the entire match.
Tom Phillips: Hopefully it's not as violent as that match was.
Corey Graves: Shibata's got a point to prove, I'm not sure you'll get your wish.
Shibata exits the ring and searches under the ring. When he comes back up he's got a steel chain in his hands. Reminiscent of Aztec Warfare, he wraps it around his fist and comes back into the ring. Randy is getting to his feet when he's blasted in the back of the head by Shibata! Orton goes down but Shibata takes the chain and starts to wrap it around his neck. He brings him up to his feet before throwing him over the top rope. He pulls on the chain and essentially hangs Randy with the chain over the ropes. He's feet and kicking but it's not long before they stop move and he just lays there dangling. The ref quickly moves in and calls the match off and forces Shibata to let go.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Katsuyori Shibata!
Tom Phillips: Thank God the match was called off right there.
Corey Graves: Well it looks like Shibata has no problem willing to put someone in a body bag, so a casket should be no problem.
Some doctors come out from the back to check on Randy while Shibata stays standing in the middle of the ring, motionless, blood trickling down his face as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Punk vs Roode - George
Dynamic Duo vs HIT - Fauche
Jericho vs Mysterio - Wasabi/Danny
Shibata vs Orton - Dresden/Danny
Winter vs Cedric, Cena & Eve vs Dunne & Galloway - Danny
