Post by Danny on Feb 3, 2021 18:36:30 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, WARHORSE will face CM Punk.
Mauro Ranallo: Winter will take on Randy Orton.
Tom Phillips: AJ Styles and Miro meet in a rematch encounter.
Mauro Ranallo: D&G, Dynamic Duo, and H.I.T. will all team up to face Pretty Gifted, Time Machine, and Cena & Eve.
Corey Graves: And in our non-title main event, Bray Wyatt versus Sammy Guevara.
Tom Phillips:But first it's the battle of the losing streaks! Who will be the first to walk away with a win in 2021?
We head to the ring where Hornswoggle crawls out from under the ring and heads in to get ready for his match.
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*
VS 
DING DING DING
Hornswoggle climbs to the top rope and lays over the ropes like he's in a hammock. He's got his arms behind his back as he sees Cedric as no real threat. Cedric walks over to him and tells him to come down and fight but Swoggle waves him off. Cedric looks to the ref but he can't really do anything. Cedric walks back over to Swoggle but Hornswoggle jumps at him, wrapping his legs around his head and hitting a Headscissors! Cedric rolls though the attack and runs at Swoggle but the King catches him with a drop toe hold, Cedric landing on the bottom rope! Swoggle then runs over and hits a 619 on Cedric! Alexander goes flying back and Swoggle runs over to make the pin.
1 . . .
Cedric kicks out at 1! He turns over to his hands and knees to pick himself up but Swoggle hits him with a dropkick! Cedric rolls over to the corner and so Hornswoggle runs over and climbs up to the second rope. Before he can do anything, Cedric gets up and grabs him behind. He's got him in a waistlock and Swoggle tries to throw some elbows to his ribs but they're not having much of an effect. Cedric ends up throwing him back and connecting with a German Suplex! Swoggle rolls around in pain but Cedric moves in to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Swoggle kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Both men are on an extended losing streak looking for their first win of the year.
Tom Phillips: Cedric has won a lot more matches than Hornswoggle has but Hornswoggle has won the Television Championship before.
Corey Graves: Ugh don't remind me. This is a modern day Alien vs Predator. Whoever wins, we lose. At least Alien and Predator looked cool and not like these clowns.
Cedric heads out onto the apron and waits as Swoggle gets back to his feet. Cedric jumps onto the ropes for a Springboard Clothesline but it seems he's forgot who his opponent is. He overshoots Swoggle and ends up crashing and burning. He rushes to get back to his feet but Swoggle grabs onto his leg and sinks his teeth right in! Cedric yells out in pain and the ref admonishes Hornswoggle but the King just tells the ref to shove it. Swoggle starts to tune up the band and gives Cedric some Sweet Shin Music to the same leg he bit. Alexander falls down and grabs onto his leg while Hornswoggle climbs up the the second rope once more. This time he jumps off and hits a senton bomb! He makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Alexander kicks out! Hornswoggle yells at the ref, telling him he needs to count faster for his king. He goes to grab Cedric and lifts him up onto his shoulders, showing his strength. Cedric is barely lifted off the ground and is able to simply lean his body weight to throw Hornswoggle off balance and drop him. Cedric returns the favor and lifts Hornswoggle on his shoulders. The King starts to bite down on him once more and Cedric yells out in pain. He stumbles over to the ropes where Hornswoggle gets onto the top turnbuckle. Cedric turns to face him but ends up getting caught when Swoggle grabs his head and pushes off to hit a Tornado DDT! Cedric is laid out close to the ropes and Hronswoggle decides to climb up to the top once again.
Mauro Ranallo: Uh oh, looks like we might finally have our winner here.
Corey Graves: Poor Cedric, beaten by as midget. I'd quit out of embarrassment if I were him.
Hornswoggle ends up slipping on his way up and it costs him a bit of time to find his feet. He manages to climb all the way to the top but before he can turn around, Cedric is already back up[ and grabs him from behind. Swoggle shakes his head no but everyone lready knows what's coming. Alexander yanks him off the ropes and drives him into his knees with the Lumbar Check! Swoggles body goes flying through the air and lands with a hard thud. Cedric moves over to him and hooks the leg for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Cedric Alexander!
Mauro Ranallo: And it looks like the streak continues for Hornswoggle while Cedric has gained some momentum for the Royal Rumble.
Corey Graves: If Cedric manages to win the whole thing I'll quit live on air!
Cedric celebrates his first win of 2021 as the show moves on.
Shibata stares into the starry moon-lit night, thinking about everything he's done... the bad, the good. All of it meant something. Shibata had a clear goal in mind when doing it, what is his goal in pursuing Bray Wyatt? To vanquish an evil?... no. That isn't it. To recapture the UWF championship?... no. He wants it back for sure, but not bad enough to get himself involved in something as perilous as this match. It's strange. He has this feeling, a feeling like the one he had during his battles with Vinny Marseglia. A desire to destroy something. To wipe it from existence. But with Vinny, he was the one who was targeted. Week after week, he was the victim of Vinny's attacks and relentless mind games. With Bray Wyatt, strangely enough, Shibata is the attacker. Say what you will, but Shibata has targeted Bray Wyatt, and Bray has only retaliated. "Am I the villain?"... Shibata thinks. And if he is, does he really even care?...
His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a creeping prescence
Kodama takes a seat besides Shibata.
Shibata: How did you find me?
Kodama: I didn't. I come here to look at the stars. They help calm me down when I am stressed.
Shibata: Ah...
Kodama: I assume that is why you sre here too. What are you stressed about?...
Shibata: What do you think? I am diving head-first into a match that I have only heard rumors of. Rumors of violence and death. You are stressed over it too right?...
Kodama: No.
Kodama's quick and thoughtless answer catches Shibata off guard. He never knows whether Kodama is trying to help him or threatening him. He is still yet to figure him out. He knows nothing of the man besides his background as a street straggler and his desire to help Shibata. Although lately Shibata has begun to doubt the latter.
Shibata: Tell me Kodama, what is it you want from all this? We both know you are not the type of man to simply just want to help someone. You have been distant from me and only talk to me when you want to nudge me in your desired direction.
Kodama: Have I not helped you? Have my words not pointed you to the right direction?
Shibata: I... suppose they have.
Kodama: Then why do you seem so worried about me?
Shibata: Because I do not know your motive. Please, if you want me to stop worrying, tell me what is you wish to gain from this.
Kodama looks away from Shibata, peering into the stars again. He takes a few moments before looking straight at Shibata with his white eyes and coldly answering...
Kodama: Power.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
And here comes Miro! Miro walks out, all business but still a huge grin on his face. The Bulgarian flag appears on the tron.
As Miro lands from jumping up into the air, his pyro goes off and he screams out 'MACHKAAAAAAA!'. He then rips his t-shirt off and heads down the ramp.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Plovdiv, Bulgaria, weighing in at 304 lbs, Miro!
Miro stomps up the steel steps and strolls across the ring apron. He vaults the ropes and runs towards the other side, arms spread wide, huge grin on his face. Miro then backs into a corner and awaits the start of the match.
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.
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.
Tony bails, the Ref checks both men are good to go, and after getting a nod in confirmation from each corner, calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
The moment the bell rings, Styles bolts across the ring and nails Miro with a forearm shiver across the side of the head. Boos from the fans fall of deaf ears as Styles follows up with a series of similar blows, each strike thrown with the intensity and ill will of a lumberjack felling a cedar. It doesn't take the Phenomenal One to drop the Bulgarian Brute, and once the big guy is down, AJ switches it up by stomping a mudhole in his opponent. He lands a few nasty boots - first to the face, then the torso and finally a particularly vicious one to the side of the knee - before the Referee's five count finally has him backing away from the corner.
Graves: My goodness, what a way to kick things off by Styles! A relentless onslaught from the jump! Miro might've put down the video games long enough enough to come compete this time, but I bet he's already regretting it.
Ranallo: The count-out win a few weeks ago was an easy outing for AJ, but I'm sure he felt slighted nonetheless. He might be exercising that frustration now.
Miro clutches his leg in pain. It seems that the punctuating stomp caused some serious damage. The Official gets between competitors and leans over to to check on the avid gamer. Miro is sweating bullets, wincing at the slightest movement but when asked if he wants to continue, bravely insists the match go on. Reluctantly, the third man allows the contest to proceed.
Styles, who has been parading around the ring and mocking the crowd, gets the OK from the Ref to go back to work. AJ heads right back for Miro. The Bulgarian, still grounded, tries to kick up at him to keep him at bay, but the top Intercontinental Contender kicks at him from the side, landing flush on the bum leg to shut down any hopes for offence.
Phillips: Miro is clearly hurt, the Referee needs to call this match off now.
Graves: He just said he was fine. He wants to keep going!
Landing a few more kicks to further wear down the other man, Styles then goes back to the stomps to obliterate the leg. He even grabs hold of the top rope for some balance and leverage, which, of course, the Official admonishes and threatens disqualification over. AJ complies, letting go before stepping through to the apron and hopping down to the floor. Ignoring instructions to get back into the squared circle, Styles reaches through and grabs Miro's crippled leg, pulling it through and then slamming it full force into the nearby turnbuckle post. The upper calf cracks off the steel with a ghastly sound, bringing a hush over the crowd. That vacuum is soon filled by more booing, though.
AJ keeps hold of the leg, pulling it up against the post at an awkward angle to hurt it even more. The Ref has to stop the ten count to start one to five now that AJ is illegally using the ring to his advantage. Styles makes it deep into four before finally letting go. He backs off, feigning innocence.
Ranallo: Styles is just picking Miro apart out there.
Graves: His skillset is the perfect marriage of oldschool and new. There isn't a stunt he can't pull coming off the top rope but when it suites him, AJ can isolate a limb and break it down just like Ric Flair would have back in his prime. Incredible.
Phillips: Yeah, and just like the Nature Boy he doesn't mind fighting dirty! He's only ahead because he started out with a cheap shot. Styles should be ashamed of himself.
Miro crawls away from the post towards the center of the ring. When the Official asks him again if he wants to keep going, he just nods his head. The fighting spirit is diminished, however, when Styles comes flying down from above, propelled with a vault from the ropes, to land an elbow drop on the back of his leg. Miro gasps in agony but hardly has time to process before Styles grabs a holf of him and locks in the Calf Crusher!
Graves: Calf Crusher!
Ranallo: It's in deep and way out there in the middle of the ring, there's nowhere for Miro to go. He might have to tap to avoid serious injury.
Styles wrenches on Miro's leg, contorting it with all his strength. The cumulative damage is too much. Even the Bulgarian Brute can't withstand it. With no other option, and in severe torment, Miro taps to end it all.
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
AJ STYLES!
The Ref has to pull Styles off. AJ gives one last tug before releasing just for good measure. The Official has a look of disgust in his eyes as he raises Styles' hand, but The Phenomenal One doesn't care at all. He trash talks the felled Rusky a bit more while his music plays.
Phillips: A dominant albeit controversial win by AJ Styles. I wonder if Miro will even be fit to compete again soon.
Ranallo: That will be for the medical staff to assess. Meanwhile AJ Styles has built some big momentum heading towards the Royal Rumble.
Graves: You might not like how he did, but everything AJ Styles just did will be legal in the TLC and Rumble matches. Keep that in mind.
Styles poses over Miro as he clutches his leg. When the EMT's hit the ring, AJ shrugs and leaves, satisfied with the message sent. Styles disappears up the ramp while Miro is helped to the back by the medics. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic 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.
Chicago's favourite wrestler steps into the shot from stage left.
Young: Thanks for joining me Punk. We're starting to make a habit out of this.
Punk: Aha... yeah. I told EC3 that I wanted some kinda backstage segment every week to address how the whole "mission" or whatever you wanna call it is going. Your schedule permitting, I'll be here every time I'm booked to discuss the "progress report".
Young: So how are you feeling about it so far?
Punk: Uh, good. Sure. So far so good, anyway. The thing with AJ is what it is, but last week was the rebound I needed to show to make things clear. I don't know if I got Bobby Roode on his A-game, but that's out of my control. If he wasn't taking me seriously or didn't come in prepared, like, whatever. That's on him. We've wrestled before, I know what he's capable of and if we got booked against each other another ten weeks in a row, I don't know if it would play out so one-sided again, even if the end result is always the same. Bobby's a major league prick, but he's a helluva talent. You don't win Royal Rumbles and World Championships by fluke. I'm happy to pick up the "W", even if that contest wasn't an all-time classic or anything like that.
Young: Tonight you've got your first ever encounter with WARHORSE, who certainly offers some unique challenges. You had some harsh words for him coming into this one. Was that just some pre-match trash talk? Was it all part of the cerebral aspect of the game or is that criticism truly how you feel about WARHORSE?
He stops to consider the question for a moment before responding.
Punk: When I had that first press conference - and I think even last week, right here with you - I spoke about my excitement in mixing it up with some of these younger guys who I've never shared the ring with before. I'm not trying to say that the old guys like me can't hang, but squaring off against some fresh faces comes with this... this energy. Bonus motivation. I'm curious to see what the new generation has to offer. I wanna face off against the hunger and innovating spirit. That feud with Raven in the early years of my career was so important for me, and now that I'm kinda in his shoes, I want to explore that role reversal.
But when I watch the show, I'm not seeing a whole lot of tenacity from the young bucks. And when I stood in that ring with WARHORSE and heard him out, I didn't find a man with the drive to be an all time great. I met a stubborn child who is so mind-bogglingly complacent in his pattern of failure that yeah, I flew off the handle a bit. You don't need to be a Hulk Hogan or a Dwayne Johnson to find success in this sport. I'm no body builder. I'm not a giant. WARHORSE isn't much to look at, but anyone with the right attitude and enough conviction can accomplish anything they want to. That jackass is mistaking fighting spirit for drunken ambition. There isn't an inch of "earn" in his heart.
I would love to go out there tonight and have him prove me wrong, to show me something. Anything. I just don't think he has it. And it's not like he owes me or this business a damn thing, but if he's gonna lace up boots and call his shot, he's either gonna have to deliver or live with some more humiliation. Whether its cowardice or stupidity, he won't recognize a crucial need to step up his game and in adding another point to my win column tonight, I'll put on a clinic showcasing why. That's it.
Punk's worked himself out a bit with the tirade against the young competitor. He turns and walks away from the interview. Renee is caught off guard by the sudden departure, but she's the best in the game so she doesn't miss a beat, brother.
Young: Wow. Some stern words from CM Punk to his opponent WARHORSE. That match and some more exciting action coming your way soon so stay tuned!
With that, Revolution continues elsewhere.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
After entering the ring, Orton scales a turnbuckle and busts out that signature pose of his. He then steps down and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
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 and stares down her opponent as her theme cuts out. Chimel exits and after ensuring both competitors are ready to go, the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Orton doesn't leave his corner. With hands grasping the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle, he stretches out a bit before lounging back, watching Winter to see what she does first. Those darkened eyes of his follow her movements, true his snake nicknamesake.
Winter takes his reservation as an insult, though, and marches right across the ring to confront him about. Orton doesn't abandon his corner. He just stands and waists as Winter moves in. The Brit stops just shy of the Viper, planting her feet shoulder-width apart with fists bawled up at her sides. She says something to Randy - the exact words are lost under the roar of the crowd but the manner of her delivery suggests it wasn't very polite. Randy smirks.
Ranallo: Orton looks to be baiting Winter in. Not surprising to see the cerebral veteran trying to initiate some mind-games with his opponent, but he needs to be careful. The inside of Winter's head might not be the safest place to go.
Graves: If I were Winter, I'd turn the tables on Randy and coax him out of his comfort zone if possible. She's playing right into his hand.
Phillips: Orton offered up some words of advice heading into this, warning Winter to be careful when crossing paths wit the Viper.
Winter is anything but. With Orton still standing in the corner, more or less unconcerned, Winter takes the fight to him, laying in with a barrage of strikes. Her combination of right and lefts smothers the former P.O.T.U.F., and he turtles up to avoid taking too much damage. The crowd erupts, stoked about the volatile attack, but that turns to unimpressed booing when the Referee intervenes to break up what has become an illegal mugging. Randy has some claim to sanctuary up against the cables.
The Ref backs Winter off, and her ire redirects from her opponent to the third man in the ring. She reams him out for getting in her way while he threatens to disqualify her and call the whole thing off. Things don't have the chance to escalate from there, however, cause Randy Orton jumps in to hit an RKO from OUTTA NOWHERE!
Graves: RKO! RKO! RKO!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Winter is driven face-first into the canvas. Orton rolls her over and hooks a leg for an emphatic cover while the Ref drops down to count it...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
RANDY ORTON!
Orton snarls up at the hard cam, veins in his neck pumping with the adrenaline rush. He finds some strong support from the fans who are just thrilled by the sudden coup de grace. The Viper stands to have his hand raised while his music hits the PA.
Graves: Oh my goodness. Randy Orton just took down a promising new talent in Winter within seconds. One move. That's all it took. He's an Apex Predator and the RKO is the perfect killing blow.
Phillips: An incredible rebound coming off a hard-fought loss to Shibata in that No Disqualification match. While Orton has said he still has unfinished business with The Wrestler, you can't help but wonder if a victory like this might propel him towards a title shot in the near future.
Ranallo: Gentlemen, I wouldn't be surprised to see the Vegas odds shifting in Orton's favor for the Royal Rumble as well. Wow. Amazing stuff from Randy Orton.
Winter rolls out of the ring while Orton stays behind a little long to bust out that post on the turnbuckle again. Revolution continues elsewhere.
We see the Warhorse standing outside of a storage container. The door is closed, he has the key in his hand, and his back is facing us, the camera.
He walks a bit more along, and then squats down, unlocking the door to this container, turning around to face us, the humble viewer.
WARHORSE: MANY THINGS HAPPENED IN TWO-THOUSAND-AND-TWENTY. GOOD THINGS, MAINLY BAD THINGS THOUGH. NOT A SOUL WOULD BILL THE YEAR AS A GOOD ONE THOUGH. THESE HIGHS AND LOWS REALLY WERE EXTREME. THE WARHORSE’S YEAR WAS JUST ON PAR WITH EVERYONE’S YEAR. LET ME TAKE YOU BACK.
MAY LAST YEAR THE WARHORSE, AND A BUNCHA OTHER DUDES GOT IN THE RING COMPETING FOR THE MONEY IN THE BANK BRIEFCASE. MANY PEOPLE SAW THIS AS THE WARHORSE’S PRIME TOP OPPORTUNITY. THE ONE THAT’D BRING THE MONEY HOME. THE WARHORSE THOUGHT THIS TOO, WITH HIS HEARTIEST OF HEARTS. HOWEVER, WHILE YOU MAKE PLANS, FATE HAS OTHER INTENTIONS. I’LL SHOW YOU THAT LATER THOUGH, BUT WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY IS…
THAT WAS A ROUGH YEAR AND A DIFFERENT WARHORSE. IT’S CLEAR TO MANY THAT THE WARHORSE HAS BEEN ABLE TO PULL OUT A LOT OF TRICKS OUTTA THE BAG LATELY, BUT WELL, THE ROYAL RUMBLE IS SEEN AS A HELLUVA TRICK TO OVERCOME. AND WHILE MINORU SUZUKI IS BUSY TWIDDLING HIS THUMBS ON THE SHELF KNOWING HE WASTED THE WARHORSE’S OPPORTUNITY, WE’RE HERE, IN THE NOW.
The Warhorse pauses for a second.
THE WARHORSE FACES CM PUNK TONIGHT ON REVOLUTION, AND HELL, WE’VE GOT A HELLUVA FUNKY LOOKING SCENARIO. A FAVOURITE FOR THAT CONTEST, FROM SATAN KNOWS WHAT, AGAINST THE WARHORSE. THE MAN THEY COUNT OUT. YET IT’S FUNNY HOW THE WARHORSE WOULD’VE BEEN EYED UP AS THAT PRIME COMPETITOR MONTHS AGO.
AND THAT WAS A WEAKER WARHORSE. ONE WITH A HELLUVA LOT LESS FOCUS, ONE THAT AIN’T KILLED AN OLD FUCKIN’ DUDE. IF THEY WERE EVER ALIVE IN THE FIRST PLACE, THAT IS.
SO WHAT MAKES THE WARHORSE SO EASY TO COUNT OUT NOW? HUH? I DON’T KNOW, TELL ME.
The Warhorse pulls up the storage container door, revealing a pretty empty locker with nothing but a throne made out of raw heavy metal inside. The same throne he had made for when he planned to win the Money In The Bank briefcase.
WHAT STOPS THE WARHORSE SITTING THERE AS YOUR CHAMPION? BECAUSE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND? WELL, HARSH NEWS, BUDDY, THE WARHORSE IS TAKING HIS GODDAMN SEAT, WITH ALL OF YOUR GODDAMN GOLD. BITE ME ASSHOLES.
Warhorse fades off as we head elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just received word that the following contest is now an Elimination match! Introducing first...
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 as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And their partners. 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: 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.
Tony Chimel: And next...
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.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents. Introducing first...
The funky groove fills the arena as only QT Marshall walks out looking cocky and tossing a 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!” And the partners. Introducing first...
The time is now burst open when John Cena and Eve comes out on stage when he salutes to the army him and Eve runs straight down the aisle in slides and the ring and he runs side to side on the ropes and raises six fingers in the mid-air when the music fades down.
Tony Chimel: And last...
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!
As the ring bell sounds, both teams rush each other and the fists start flying: Zayn against Avalon, Lynch against Torres, Galloway against Cena, Beacon against Marshall, Puma against Ikemen, and Dunne against Kodama. With Zayn and Avalon, Peter catches him with a stiff shot that sends him staggering back. As Peter goes to throw another one, Galloway breaks away from his scuffle with Cena to level Avalon with a Big Boot. Drew and Sami look at one another until Cena comes running at Drew’s turned back, and that’s when Sami returns the favor from Galloway by taking down Big Match John with a Helluva Kick. Avalon and Cena roll out of the ring to regroup as Galloway and Zayn go to help their respective partners, Sami grabbing Eve’s wrist as she goes for a slap to Becky, Becky kicking Eve in the stomach as Sami lets go so Becky can lead Eve to the mat and apply the Disarmer.
Meanwhile, as Kodama is teeing off on Dunne, Galloway drops him with a Glasgow Kiss. As Kodama rolls out of the ring to regroup, D&G each split off again with Galloway grabbing the arms of QT Marshall and Dunne grabbing the arms of Ikemen. This allows for Beacon and Puma to go on the greater offensive as they hit stereo Dropkicks on their respective opponents and Marshall and Ikemen roll out of the ring to regroup with the rest of their team. It’s at this time that Eve can take no more and starts tapping out.
Tony Chimel: Eve Torres has been eliminated!
As Eve leaves the ring, one-by-one the other team members climb up onto a part of the apron and stand there, with Cena sliding into the ring itself. The other team sees this and one-by-one step through the ropes and stand on various parts of the opposite apron until just Zayn remains. John charges Sami but Sami trips him up, causing him to fall on his face. With a smile, Zayn puts the palm of his hand to his left ear as though he’s got the ear of a headset there and mimes scratching a record on a turntable with the other hand. Cena pounds the mat with both fists and gets up, charging Sami as he leads with his shoulder and backs him forcefully into the nearest corner. Unfortunately, John chooses the wrong corner so as Drew leans over the rope and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Cena.
Cena straightens up in response and throws a punch but Drew catches it and gestures with his eyes that John should pay attention to what’s happening elsewhere. As he looks, Dunne has his other hand as he manipulates the joints and John is left pulling his hand away in pain. As he does, he hunches and turns his back to all of them as Sami runs out of the corner and connects with a Bulldog. Sami gets up and mimics rapping with an invisible microphone until John starts to get up, then mimes dropping it as he immediately kicks John in the stomach and places his head between his legs and hoists him up, connecting with a Blue Thunder Bomb.
Sami goes for the cover but Peter Avalon enters the ring and breaks it up with a stomp before exiting the ring and returning to the apron. Zayn gets up, angered by the interference, as he points at Avalon and starts mouthing off. As this is going on, Cena rolls him up with a Schoolboy as the referee slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
Sami kicks out at the last possible moment and creates some distance between he and John, shock on his face while John is smiling, gesturing with his fingers that he was “that close”.
Tom Phillips: Well it looked like the team opposing The Dynamic Duo and company was about to be down to four, but it looks like Big Match John had other plans!
Mauro Ranallo: Sami Zayn is beside himself right now!
Corey Graves: He’s just going through a temporary shake in confidence. He’ll never get eliminated by that Marky Mark rip-off!
Sami gets up and cocks his fist back like he’s going to go back on the offensive, Cena gesturing for him to bring it. Instead, Sami tags out to Pete Dunne as the two men trade places. Dunne and Cena start walking towards each other, meeting in the middle of the ring. John starts waving his hand in front of his face as Pete smacks the hand away and goozles John with his other hand. Cena goozles him back and the two men are visibly squeezing as tightly as they can as Pete locks on with the other hand and, in response, Cena does the same thing. Dunne seems to start fading as his grip noticeable loosens, John visibly getting more confident, when suddenly Dunne brings his leg up and kicks Big Match John right in his Big Match Junk.
As Cena immediately lets go of the double goozle, Dunne strengthens his grip and powers John up and brings him back down with a Chokebomb. Cena lies there with both hands holding his groin, a pained expression on his face, as Dunne puts one foot on his sternum, the referee moving into position to count.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Cena sits up and headbutts the leg of Dunne, causing him to pull it away. As he plants it on the mat, Cena fires off the mat like a missile and takes Pete off his feet with a Flying Shoulder Tackle. He pivots around as Pete gets up and then takes him down with another, Cena pivoting back around as he connects with the trifecta. Dunne gets up again out of instinct but staggers into the waiting arms of Cena who hoists him onto his shoulders and connects with the FU. Cena goes for the pin but as he does, Sami’s in the ring as he hits a running kick to the head. As John is laid out, Sami starts helping Pete up, but on the way up suddenly puts Pete’s head between his legs and hoists him up to hit a Blue Thunder Bomb!
The crowd is booing intensely as Sami exits the ring and starts up the ramp, Becky dropping from the apron and joining him as they both wave goodbye to an angry Drew Galloway, who is staring at them. Meanwhile, Cena crawls over and drapes an arm over Dunne.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tony Chimel: Pete Dunne has been eliminated!
As Dunne rolls out of the ring, the Dynamic Duo are gone now. Drew snaps ahead to Cena and enters the ring quickly, charging as he’s getting up and connecting with a Claymore! Drew goes for the pin, staring daggers at Cena’s team as he does so that none dare to try and break up the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR..NO!
Instead, it’s Beacon that breaks up the pin with a Double Axe Handle to Drew!
Tom Phillips: What is happening on this team?
Mauro Ranallo: Has the negativity gotten to them?
Corey Graves: I’d say they refuse to go down with a sinking ship!
As the fans boo, Beacon exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp. Puma looks at Beacon, then at Drew, then back at Beacon as he drops off the apron and joins his fellow hero. Galloway gets up and looks at the empty apron and shakes his head as he gets to his feet and charges Cena, connecting with another Claymore before going for the pin again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tony Chimel: John Cena has been eliminated!
As Drew gets up, Ikemen takes him back to the mat with a sweeping kick to the back of the ankle, causing Drew to fall and hit the back of his head. As Drew hits, Ikemen follows up with a Leaping Elbow Drop, driving the point of his elbow into the chest of the big man. Drew sits up holding his chest as Ikemen connects with a Basement Dropkick that busts the, “Scottish Psychopath” open. Ikemen points and laughs at the downed and bloody Drew but Drew sits up and climbs to a vertical base, letting out a war cry as the look on Ikemen’s face quickly changes. Galloway connects with a Glasgow Kiss as Ikemen manages to stay on his feet but is staggering around like a drunk as Drew connects with a Claymore.
As Drew gets up, Kodama has entered the ring as he leaps onto the big man’s back. Drew reaches back over his shoulder and grabs Kodama, slinging him over his shoulder as Kodama lands on his feet but doesn’t stay there long as Drew levels him with a Claymore. Kodama rolls out of the ring as Drew shoots a look at Pretty Gifted, both men looking afraid as Drew returns his focus to Ikemen. Ikemen is busted open as well as he’s back to his feet. Still running on adrenaline and anger, Galloway charges him and nearly takes his head off with a Clothesline. As Drew is looking down at Ikemen still seething, he’s suddenly hit in the back of the head with a steel chair. The shot causes Drew to hunch a bit as Kodama, his attacker, throws down the chair and hooks his head as he turns around, delivering a Spike DDT onto the steel chair.
Tony Chimel: As a result of a disqualification, Kodama has been eliminated!
Kodama exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp. Ikemen, meanwhile, isn’t entirely sure what’s going on he just sees Drew down as he heads over and rolls him over, going for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...NO!
At the last possible moment, Drew gets the shoulder up. Ikemen can’t believe it as he stands up and starts backing away from Drew, who’s lying there breathing heavily.
Tom Phillips: If I wasn’t seeing it, I wouldn’t believe it! Drew Galloway is still in this thing!
Mauro Ranallo: Betrayed, beaten, bloodied, but still beastly!
Corey Graves: So what! You can only circle the drain for so long before you go down it!
Ikemen heads over to his corner and tags in Peter Avalon, who is reluctant at first but then gets confident until Drew sits up, then he looks terrified. He goes to tag in QT, but Drew grabs his tights and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. Peter hits the turnbuckle pads and bounces off, staggering around and when he does, Drew takes him down with a Claymore. Drew goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tony Chimel: Peter Avalon has been eliminated!
Galloway runs and QT Marshall barely makes it entirely into the ring as he gets hit with a Claymore as well. Drew grabs his ankle and pulls him away from the ropes, then hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tony Chimel: QT Marshall has been eliminated!
Drew smiles as Ikemen is reluctant to re-enter the ring. Suddenly someone slides into the ring and starts beating on Drew’s upper back.
Tom Phillips: What’s Heath Slater doing out here?
Mauro Ranallo: Well he and Rhino are the one team that weren’t in this match.
Corey Graves: Embarassing themselves again, if you ask me!
Drew turns around and knocks Heath down with a Glasgow Kiss, but then gets mowed down with a Gore by Rhino! As Rhino stands there with his arms raised, Ikemen looking confused, the ring bell sounds.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: As a result of a disqualification, Ikemen has been eliminated! Therefore your winner is the team of H.I.T., Dynamic Duo, and D&G!
Ikemen shoves Rhino as the two start trading blows. Kodama runs down to help but Heath is up and starts slugging it out with him. Pretty Gifted run back down as well as Cena and Eve but H.I.T. and the Dynamic Duo as well as Pete Dunne also return. H.I.T. go after Cena and Eve while Dunne helps Galloway up so they can fight The Dynamic Duo. As the ring is filled with the entire tag division fighting, the crowd is going crazy. Suddenly Commissioner Foley comes back out.
Commissioner Foley: That’s enough! From Sweet ‘n Sour getting violently taken out several weeks ago to Dynamic Duo publicly embarrassing me to me having to cancel matches because teams aren’t showing up to work, this entire division is out of control! And that’s why, on the first Revolution following the Royal Rumble, a decision will be made about its future.
The crowd boos this as Foley lowers his microphone, the camera getting one last shot of the division in the ring, all of them looking surprised by the announcement as Revolution heads elsewhere.
As Revolution continues, things head backstage to a fuming AJ Styles.
AJ Styles: You want to know what you just saw out there? Do you? It’s called freakin’ passion, people! And I just proved, again, that not only do I have more passion and ability than people give me credit for, but I’ve got more of it in my freakin’ pinky than most guys have in their entire body! What, you thought I was just talking to hear myself talk when I said I was going to get rid of guys who don’t deserve to be here? Well the joke’s on you and the joke’s on guys like Miro, who I hope can’t even limp out of the arena tonight!
But tonight, that’s tame compared to what I’m going to do at the Royal Rumble. My phenomenal crosshairs are on every head that’s shown its face and I’m going to snipe every one of you, so be worried. Be worried because you aren’t on my level, be worried because I’m on the warpath, and if you’re half-assing or less like Miro and you’re in that match, you should be worried because of that too. And if you’re Chris Jericho, well, you should be more worried than anyone else, rock star, because you’re getting a double dose of this.
Having to face me while I’m in the middle of a hot streak, that’s punishment in and of itself. But then you add tables I can put you through, ladders I can hit you with and jump off of onto you, and chairs I can swing? That’s additional punishment. Putting something I want up for grabs that’s sweeter than redemption, revenge, and bragging rights? Well that’s the cherry on top, but it gets better. Because after losing the Intercontinental Championship, you’ll have no time to nurse your broken spirit because of the second match you’re in that night.
I can see it, you’re watching the monitor and see the clock ticking down so you nervously approach the gorilla position, and then you hear your music and have to face the crowd you’ve already disappointed. Knocked loopy by my offense and the ladder and chair shots, bruises on your body and splinters from the tables, you’ll have to somehow will yourself down that ramp even though every part of you is screaming internally that it doesn’t want to. And whether I’m out there when you arrive or show up later, our second meeting is inevitable, and that’s when I’m going to embarrass you again. Think of it as an encore performance.
Because I’ve been hyping something real, and at the Royal Rumble, the “Demi God” will emerge and emerge victorious.
AJ walks offscreen as Revolution continues.
The show cuts to a video feed of a Katsuyori Shibata press conference
The quiet journalists in the room exude a silent sense of fear, remembering the violence and chaos that took place the last time Shibata was at a press conference. At any other press conference dozens of hands would be shot upwards in the air, demanding attention from the person at the front of the room, but not this one. Nobody even dares to do that in front of Shibata.
Shibata: I see you are all... hesitant today. Good, because I do not plan on answering any questions. I simply just want to address the UWF audience.
The feeling in the room eases, lowering the tension.
Shibata: As I am sure all of you know, I am set to face Bray Wyatt at the Royal Rumble in a Grave Consequences match. What this match entails... I do not know. What I do know is that time and time again, I have failed to keep the promise I made of keeping Bray Wyatt out of power. That man is a cult leader. I have seen the effect he has on his... or rather, its, followers, and it terrifies me. I have no doubt that without further intervention he will further sink his teeth into the UWF and turn it into his own personal playground. I have to be the man to stop him, and make things right.
Shibata stops speaking for a moment, pondering over that phrase, "make things right".
Shibata: I have been saying that a lot lately, "make things right". It is a phrase that has been hammered into my head. But who am I making things right for? Kodama, the man who sent me on this mission? No. I thank him for pulling me out of the dark place that I was in, but he wants something from me that I do not want to give him. He worries me. I am not fighting for him. Ikemen? No. I care for him, I really do, but he does not need me fighting for him. He is finally breaking out. He is on the verge of becoming the star he always wanted to be, and I plan to simply sit back and watch him, perhaps tag with him. I am not fighting for him. How about you? The viewers. The fans... no. The majority of you are insensitive people. Most of you do not truly care what becomes of the people that fight for your entertainment. Nobody cared when I went away. I was the big bad villain that was vanquished. None of you cared about the person in me. I will never fight for you.
Shibata: Originally I thought making things right simply meant paying for what I did. I was supposed to undo the harm I caused, but for what? When I look back on my time as, admittedly, a monster, I do not think of it as a dark time for me. I look at it as a time when I was confident. I knew what I was and I knew what I wanted to do. Just as I was when I was a symbol of honor and integrity. I knew what I was, and I knew what I wanted to do. Those two periods of my career, as different and contradictory as they may be, were the best periods of my career. I had purpose. Now? In this moment... I have no clue what Upon returning I should have took time to find myself, to find out what my goal is going to be and to figure out what I am fighting for. When I was Intercontinental Champion, I fought for honor. When I was UWF Champion, I fought because of my lust for violence. What do I fight for now? I have been asking myself that question over and over and over again, but I cannot find an answer. Which is why today I am going to give myself something to fight for. If I cannot defeat Bray Wyatt at the Royal Rumble, I will...
All the journalists surge forward with their ears open and their eyes wide, sure that the next word is going to be "retire." Shibata's heartrate fastens and his breathing stutters. He isn't ready for this, just as he wasn't ready for Bray Wyatt.
Shibata: I-I.... I am sorry. I cannot do this. Sorry. Press conference over.
A wave of sound rushes over the room, with reporters and journalists shouting their questions in fruitless hopes Shibata will answer. Shibata quickly exits the buzzing room in a huff, angry at himself. He rushes to his locker room to just take a second to get away from everything. He places his hands on the wall and leans over, looking at himself in a mirror. Face-to-face with a man he does not know. Looking at a man so weak, so vulnerable... it angers him to his core. His face turns bright red and his teeth begin to grind against each other. He is seething with rage. He arches a fist back and then surges forward, breaking the mirror and bloodying his hand in the process. His head quickly turns around to look at the door. Blinded by rage, he angrily kicks the door down with ease and marches off down the hallway.
Ikemen: Wait!
Ikemen suddenly springs out of his locker room, having seen the press conference. He grabs Shibata by the arm with a concerned look on his face.
Ikemen: Shibata! What's wrong?!
Shibata glares over at Ikemen, and shoves him to the ground before continuing to march down the hallway and toward gorilla position.
Ikemen: What's wrong with you?! At least tell me where you're going!
Shibata: I'm going to take care of things.
Shibata's cold response leaves Ikemen in a worried state as he watches Shibata head off.
LIVE WIRE BY MOTLEY CRUE HITS THE PA LIKE A LIGHTNING BOLT AS THE CROWD ANTICIPATE THE ARRIVAL OF THE HEAVY METAL GOD KNOWN AS WARHORSE, AS THE MAIN RIFF BEGINS TO HIT THROUGH THE PA, AND WARHORSE COMES THROUGH THE CURTAIN WITH HIS SLEEVELESS JEAN JACKET ON, AND ATTIRE READY TO RULE SOME ASS. HE HEAD-BANGS ON THE TOP OF THE RAMP, AS DOES THE CROWD BECAUSE THEY KNOW THIS IS ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN TO CHINATOWN SINCE WARHORSE IS HERE.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!
CHIMEL DOESN'T GET WARHORSE'S VIBE HE NEVER WILL BECAUSE HE DOESN'T RULE ASS AND PROBABLY NEVER LISTENS TO METAL. HE WON'T GET IT. WARHORSE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP WITH RAW HORSEPOWER, CIRCLING THE RING, AND THEN SLIDING ONTO THE APRON, CLIMBING UP QUICKLY AND GETTING RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE FOR ALL TO SEE WARHORSE. HE BANGS HIS HEAD, AS DOES THE REBEL SECTION OF THE CROWD AGAIN. THEY KNOW HOW MUCH ASS THIS RULES, AND HOW MUCH HE'S ABOUT TO RULE. WATCH YO' AUNTIE JIMMY.
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
Right when the bell rings, both men walk to the center of the ring and just start duking it out. Forget any MMA training, Punk is just throwing bombs and WARHORSE is giving him his receipts. The striking game of Punks allows him to get in the driver's seat but WARHORSE gives him a knee to the gut to cut off any momentum. WARHORSE then grabs Punk's head and starts headbanging his own head into it over and over until he falls to his knees. Still WARHORSE rams his skulls into his head over and over over again, his right hand up in the air thrownin' the devil horns. Punk falls to the mat and WARHORSE stumbles around the ring, clearly haven taken a toll from those headbutts as well.
Punk rolls out of the ring and stumbles over to the barricade. WARHORSE follows him out and gives him a stiff shot to the ribs. He takes Punk and turns him so he faces the crowd before delivering a suplex into the barricade! A loud thud is heard and the fans in the front row stand up to check on Punk but WARHORSE gets in their faces and even shoves some of them back down. He grabs Punk and tosses him back into the ring. He argues with the fans some more, grabbing on of their drinks and tossing it all over them before laughing and heading back in. He walks over to Punk who is trying to get up. Punk throws a punch to the gut which lowers him a bit before he pops up and hits a Jawbreaker. WARHORSE retreats to the corner holding his jaw. Punk runs over towards him and goes for the running knee but WARHORSE has that shit scouted! He ducks just enough for Punk to go over him, wrapping his arms around his legs and dropping him down with a powerbomb! He goes for the pin and even places his feet on the second ropes!
1 . . .
2 . . .
The ref notices his feet and stops the count! WARHORSE starts to yell at him, or maybe that's his speaking voice, who knows!
Mauro Ranallo: I don't think you're going to win that argument WARHORSE.
Tom Phillips: WHO KNOWS MAYBE IF THE REF WASN'T SUCH A PUNK.
WARHORSE shoos away the ref before bringing Punk back up to his feet. He gives him a chop across the chest just to be an asshole. Punk is backed into the corner and you can see him give this annoyed look. WARHORSE takes it up a notch and slaps his punk ass across the face! Punk lunges forward and grabs him, throwing him into the corner and delivers a a flurry of forearms, the ref actually letting it happen just because he's annoyed with WARHORSE. Punk then whips him across the ring before following him over and delivering the running high knee! He then pulls him out of the corner for a short arm clothesline before immediately heading out onto the apron and going up top. WARHORSE has rolled to the middle of the ring and so Punk points to the heavens and then leaps off with an elbow drop to the heart! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
WARHORSE kicks out! Punk backs up and watches as WARHORSE gets up to his feet. He ends up walking right into Punk's waiting arms and he's lifted onto his shoulders. WARHORSE wiggles around and causees Punk to stumbles over to the ropes. WARHORSE grabs onto it with both hands while Punk tries to pry him free to no avail. WARHORSE is able to wiggle free and kicks Punk in the gut. He tries to go for a DDT but Punk sends him up and over the ropes instead! WARHORSE lands with a hard thud against the apron as he falls out of the ring. He hurries back to his feet but as soon as he does, Punk comes flying out of the ring, taking him out with a Suicide Dive! The former UWF Champion throws him right back into the ring before getting onto the apron, patiently waiting as WARHORSE gets back to his feet. Once he does, Punk springboards into the ring and takes his head off with a clothesline! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
WARHORSE kicks out! Punk stands back up and just stomps on WARHORSE's gut. This causes the man to sit up in pain and so Punk runs back towards the ropes, coming off them with a Shining Wizard! WARHORSE turns over and tries crawling over to the ropes but Punk grabs is foot and pulls it up. WARHORSE turns over and pulls Punk in with his feet before kicking him off. Punk stumble backwards while WARHORSE tries to get up. He runs forward but WARHORSE lunges up and clotheslines him. He stays on him and just starts hammering away with closed fists. The ref gets on him for this and WARHORSE stops.
Corey Graves: This ref is showing a lot of bias. Let the man beat him down.
Tom Phillips: HELL YEAH BROTHER POUND AWAY!
Mauro Ranallo: Who would have thought that one day Corey Graves and Tom Phillips would agree on something.
Punk is starts to get up so WARHORSE comes back over. He kicks Punk in the gut and hooks both arms in a double underhook. Next thing you know he flips him over and gives him with Double Underhook Backbreaker, stealing Punk's own maneuver. Punk is arching his back in pain but WARHORSE grabs his head and starts ramming it into the mat over and over, headbanging along with each hit. The ref gets on him for this again and counts to 4 before WARHORSE stands up right away and throws up the horns, continuing to headbang. Punk looks like he's seeing stars and so WARHORSE picks him up, hooking him in a half nelson, putting his other arm behind him in a chickenwing before throwing him back with the Half and Half Suplex! He makes the pin.
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2 . . .
Punk kicks out! WARHORSE figures it's been enough and it's time to end things. He heads out onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. Punk is getting up but he's feeling bit loopy from all the attacks to the head. He has to bend down to stabilize his balance and that's when WARHORSE leaps off with the ASS RULER! Punk however stands straight up and brings up his knee, WARHORSE landing right in front of him and his face smashing right into the knee, essentially falling victim to a sky high Go To Sleep! WARHORSE falls back through the ropes to the floor, Punk trying to catch him but unable to.
Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE should be thanking his lucky stars for ring positioning because this match could have ended right there.
Tom Phillips: PUNK HAS PROVEN THAT IN THE UWF, HE CAN ALWAYS CHANGE THE TIDE OF BATTLE BUT THE POWER OF METAL RAGES ON!
Corey Graves: I'm not the biggest fan of the whole yelling shtick Warhorse does Punk always rubs me the wrong way. I hope he gets things right back on track.
Punk lays there in the ring on his stomach, hands still outstretched from when he tried to catch WARHORSE. The ref starts his count out of WARHORSE but after he reaches a count of 5, Punk decides he doesn't want to win like that. He rolls out of the ring and goes to pick up WARHORSE, as he's doing it, WARHORSE suddenly charges forward and rams Punk's back into the apron! He takes Punk's head and slams it down on the apron and throws him back into the ring. Punk retreats to the corner and uses the ropes to help himself up. WARHORSE runs at him and connects with a clothesline, He runs back to the opposite corner and connects with a second clothesline. He goes back for the third but Punk runs after him and when WARHORSE hits the opposite corner, Punk is there to drive his knee right into his skull, turning him around and then hitting a Bulldog!
Punk throws his arms out and waits as WARHORSE slowly gets up to his feet in a daze. Punk scoops him up onto his shoulders for a second GTS but a quick rake of the eyes makes him drop WARHORSE. The metal head grabs Punk's head from behind and trashes him into the top turnbuckle over and over, headbanging along with each hit. He then pulls him out of the corner and goes behind him, giving him a German Suplex right into the corner! He pulls him away from the ropes and makes the pinfall.
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Punk kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Did you see the way CM Punk's neck hit the second turnbuckle there? Punk's return could turn out disastrous if this keeps up.
Corey Graves: He may not want to admit it but the wrestling business may have left him behind. You can't just sit on your couch for years and then expect to be back the same as you left.
WARHORSE grabs Punk by the head and just straight up yells in his face like a maniac. He rises to his feet and starts to climb to the top rope. Punk manages to roll out of the ring to safety. Or at least he thinks it's safety. WARHORSE jumps off and connects with a Double Axe Handle from the top rope! Punk gets crowned right on the dome and WARHORSE follows up by putting the boots to him. The ref yells at WARHORSE before starting the count. WARHORSE picks up Punk and stays behind him, he brings him to the corner where the steel steps are and puts him in a waistlock. It's looking like he might try the german onto the steel steps but Punk hooks the inside of his leg with his leg to prevent it. He gives him a few elbows to the side of the head to break free from WARHORSE's grasp.
WARHORSE walks away and shakes the cobwebs. He runs back a Punk but the former UWF Champion nails him in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick! WARHORSE is stunned and it allows Punk to put him in a hammerlock, sweeping his feet out from under him to hit the Devil Lock DDT on the floor! Punk isn't through with him yet! He picks WARHORSE back up and drags him over to the steel steps. From there he climbs up them, bringing WARHORSE along. He proceeds to hook both arms in a double underhook.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh no, looks like Punk is ready to take WARHORSE out with a Pepsi Plunge to the floor!
Punk goes to move but WARHORSE falls to a knee to prevent him. He instead uses his lower base to send Punk up and over, landing hard on the mat below! The ref is at a count of 8 and WARHORSE gets ready to go back int the ring but he sees Punk start to get up. Instead of heading in, he jumps off and connects with the ASS RULER to Punk! As soon as he lands, the ref has counted to 10 and calls the match.
Tony Chimel: The contest has ended in a double count out!
WARHORSE looks up at the ref angry but then smiles, He's more than happy so long as he put Punk back in his place and ruled his ass. He heads up the ramp while thrown up his horns as the show moves on.
The scene opens up backstage where the World Tag Team Champions the Dynamic Duo are standing by.
Sami Zayn: It's about time. This tag division is out of control. As much crap as we give Pete Dunne and Drew Galloway, they've at least won a few matches to where their the best possible opponents for us. Does that mean we won't wipe the floor with them? Hell no but these other losers running around causing chaos deserve to be put down. Congratulations Foley it only took you 6 months before you decided to grow a spine. If I were you, I'd go ahead and get rid of all those teams. Sure your backups haven't always panned out but at least trying something new is better than letting these wastes of space run roughshod over our division.
Becky Lynch: Do we take some of the blame for walkin' out of our match? Maybe but we didn't tell the rest of them to follows us. We can't help it, we're leaders. Sometime we forget just how influential we are. If you want some real sage advice Foley, feel free to call us and we'll help get things right back on track. Sami's idea is great and all but there are other ways.
Sami Zayn: Oh yeah, that was just one of about a billion ideas I have. Obviously we're going to defeat Pete Dunne and Drew Galloway at the Royal Rumble and then yes, one of us will win the rumble itself but don't worry Foley, we won't forget our roots. We could at any time take over the singles division but we stay here because we care. This is our baby no matter how many times you and Drake Maverick have tried to pull the rug out from under it. Becky and I are the pillars of the tag division and people are saying the UWF as a whole! But have no worry Foley, we'll always be your World Tag Team Champions.
Sami gives the camera a wink before he and Becky walk off.
"Man in the mirror" blares through the arena as the lights in the arena are turned off apart from one spotlight in the middle of the ramp.
The camera pans down from the rafters onto Sammy Guevara standing there arms down with his hands resting on eachother over his lower stomach with his head down, holds this for about 10 seconds until.
Sammy makes his way down to the ring occasionaly raising both his arms out towards the crowd half way down the ramp Sammy stops
Making his way down to the ring at a weight of 185 pounds, The Spanish God Sammy Guevara
Sammy points both thumbs and kneels down one knee as Chimel announces his name
As Sammy starts making his way to the ring again
Camera pans in close to Sammys face as he is at ring side
"Spanish God baby"
Sammy goes up the steel steps and onto to the apron where he flips over the ropes, as he postures himself towards the camera showing off...
Sammy begins removing his leather jacket, The music fades as he throws it to the ring crew.
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, 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.
VS 
Before thr ref can even call for the bell, the lights go out once again. The crowd is trying to light up the arena with their phones but before they can get enough light, the lights turn back on and Shibata is standing in the middle of the ring. Sammy Guevara walks up to him but Shibata simple headbutts him, Sammy getting knocked out as he falls limp to the mat. Wyatt just looks at Shibata and laughs, giving him a wave. Shibata is done playing any sort of games as he walks over and decides to just beat the holy hell out of Bray Wyatt.
Mauro Ranallo: Shibata doesn't want to wait until the Royal Rumble, he's ready to collect tonight!
Tom Phillips: Bray Wyatt is definitely facing some Grave Consequences here tonight.
Wyatt is just taking the beating, laughing but it's not long before that laughter is shoved right back down his throat courtesy of some elbows to the face. Sammy Guevara is sitting up from the headbutt and Shibata runs over and gives him the PK! Sammy is knocked out cold and Shibata kicks him out of his ring before turning his attention to the seated Wyatt in the corner. He starts to march over to him but the lights go out.
Tom Phillips: Oh no.
Corey Graves: Alright, I'm gonna head out.
The lights pop back on and Wyatt is there no longer, instead it's The Fiend! Shibata runs at him but The Fiend catches him in the Mandible Claw! The Wrestler ain't taking that shit sitting down though as he essentially grabs him, keeping in a clinch before throwing knees to the ribs. The Mandible Claw is now a merely a trap keeping him in place as Shibata bits down on his hand and keeps throwing the knees. Wyatt cuts off his offense however with a headbutt, taking as page out of Shibata's book. He then leans him over his knee and hits the Sister Abigail! Shibata is laid out as The Fiend exits the ring and looks under it, pulling out a coffin.
Mauro Ranallo: And there it is. We saw The Fiend put Rey Mysterio in that coffin in the last Grave Consequences match and he came out a changed man. What could happen to Shibata should he be the one to end up in there.
Tom Phillips: I think it'd be even scarier what happens should The Fiend get placed in there.
The Fiend opens up the lid before looking back into the ring. He notices that Shibata is gone. He's laying halfway under the ring on the other side so he goes and grabs him by the leg. He pulls him out and Shibata has a fire extinguisher and sprays it into his face! The Fiend is temporarily blinded as Shibata gets to his feet and nails him in the side of the head with the extinguisher! He tosses the UWF Champion back into the ring before looking under the ring once more. He comes back up and just like last week, he has the steel chain in his hands. He goes back into the ring and wraps it around The Fiend's neck multiple times. The Fiend is lying face down as he pulls him up from the chain but places his foot on his back, choking the life out of him and trying to rip his head clean off his shoulders!
The Fiend is grabbing at the chain trying to free himself but to no avail. His arms stop moving and suddenly he goes limp. Shibata drops him and rolls him out to the floor where the coffin lays. He heads on out as well and throws him into the coffin. He grabs the lid and stares down at The Fiend before spitting his own blood at him. The Fiend's eyes open and he reaches up, grabbing Shibata with the Mandible Claw once more! He pulls Shibata into the casket with him and the former champion tries to fight him off in that tight space, the motion causing the lid to the slam both men shut! The casket is still moving around when EC3 comes running out from the back. He's coming up to the casket but then the lights go out once more. After a few second which seem like hours, the light come back on. EC3 looks around making sure no one is hiding around waiting to strike. He lifts up the lid and no one is in the coffin any longer. The crowd rumbles as they all look around to see if they can tell what happened as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
12 man tag - Dresden
Winter vs Orton, Styles vs Miro - Fauche
Cedric vs Swoggle, Punk vs WARHORSE, Wyatt vs Guevara - Danny
