Revolution 2/24/21

[Danny]

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



Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: We’ve got John Cena taking on WARHORSE.

Mauro Ranallo: Also Seth Rollins versus Robert Roode.

Corey Graves: Also on deck, Rikishi mixes it up with Abyss.

Tom Phillips: Going toe-to-toe with Drew Galloway will be Go Shiozaki.

Mauro Ranallo: Matt Sydal squares off against Randy Orton.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, Shawn Michaels and CM Punk will compete.

Mauro Ranallo: And the, “Demi God” AJ Styles will have a celebration for his recapturing of the Intercontinental Championship and his Royal Rumble win.

Tom Phillips: But first, we'll hear from Commissioner Foley about the future of the tag division.




The infamous theme begins to play as Commissioner Foley makes his way to the ring with a microphone in hand. He looks to be all business tonight as he enters the ring quickly and raises the microphone.



Commissioner Foley: First and foremost, let me say that I, from the bottom of my hardcore heart, love the UWF. Even when politics ran wild during my last stint here as an active performer, it scorned me, but I never stopped loving it. So when EC3 gave me a phone call several months ago and offered me this job, I was happy to take it because of my love for this company and my love of tag team wrestling. But the road has been bumpy pretty much from the beginning, whether it’s teams like Dynamic Duo mocking me or other teams making my life and job hell in other ways, it’s been stressful to say the least. And that’s why I’ve come to this decision. Effective tonight...

Right as Foley is about to deliver the news, you know who's music hits.



Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as the 4 time World Tag Team Champions, the Dynamic Duo come out onto the stage dancing and having all sorts of fun. They make sure to rub their successfully defended championships and happily make their way down to the ring. They go and grabs mics and slide into the ring. The music dies down and Foley goes to speak but Sami is quick to intervene

Sami Zayn: Why’s everyone standing around looking so sad huh? We won! Justice prevailed! People were stupid to believe that Pete Dunne and Drew Galloway could beat us especially considering what was all on the line. Have no fear folks, your heroes did not let you down.

Sami...



Sami Zayn: I know I know, you want to congratulate us on a well fought victory. Maybe throw us a victory party for helping save your silly little job. While we certainly would love to hear you admit you were wrong and congratulate us on a job well done, well we were thinking about something a little better. We sent a formal request to Maxine that you should resign and be relieved of all your duties immediately.

The fans boo but the Duo have a shit eating grin spread wide across their faces.

Sami Zayn: So go on Mick. Tell these people that you failed to keep us down and that you'll be resigning.

Foley looks a little sad and looks out to the crowd. He ponders what to say next before he raises the mic to his lips to speak.

They're right. As of today I have formally resign as Commissioner of the tag team division.

There's an audible gasp from the crowd, muttering coming from everywhere as they contemplate what this means.

Sami Zayn: Well I can't say we didn't see this coming ay Bex? Why you of all people even got the job in the first place is beyond me. There were so many more qualified people. Heck I could've run it and would have been fully impartial. No unfair games and giving into people's demands. Nobody would have gotten a title shot until they proved they were truly worthy of facing the Dynamic Duo. Yes that would have meant no title matches for a year, maybe 2, maybe even the rest of time! What matters is the integrity of the tag division would have never taken a hit. Now Foley if you will, please leave the ring so we can have a formal celebration.

Sami there's-

Sami Zayn: Oh no, we've heard enough from you tonight. Just slowly turn yourself around and-

SHUT UP!

Sami and Becky look stunned, Foley finally snapping at them after all this time.

Now that I’ve resigned, I can say this. You two are the most smug, pompous, self-absorbed group of assholes I’ve ever had the misfortune of working around. If I still had it in me, you better believe there’d be a Mandible Claw with your names on it. You’re annoying with how you nag all the time and get full of yourselves, but that’s not why I resigned. I resigned because effective tonight, there is no more tag division.

Sami and Becky look flabbergasted at this announcement. They don't know what to think as Foley leaves the ring and confidently walks back up the ramp.

Sami Zayn: No no no, you can't do this! What about our jobs? Foley! Foley come back here!

Mick stops at the top of the ramp, turning back and smiles at them.

Have a nice day!

The crowd cheers and Foley heads to the back while Sami and Becky argue and leave the ring. As they head to the back, the lights dim.





Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more. 





Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.





Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!




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


VS


DING DING DING


Roode is taking off his jacket and places it near the ropes when Rollins runs over and dropkicks him from behind, sending Roode shoulder first into the steel ring post! Rollins then just starts putting the boots to him in the corner before picking him up and pulling him out of the corner. He puts' his head between his legs and picks him up in a powerbomb position before throwing right back into the corner with the Buckle Bomb! Roode hits hard and ends up falling to his knees. Seth measures him before thrusting forward with the Avada Kedavra! Seth drags him away from the corner and makes the pin.



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Rollins picks up Roode's head off the mat! He's not done with him just yet and he pulls him back up to a vertical base. He's talking to Roode, low enough that we can't hear. It seems personal and Seth hoists him up into the air, turning in mid air to nail the Falcon Arrow! Seth doesn't go for a pin, instead walks back to a corner and he holds onto the ropes, leaning forward, yelling for Roode to get up. Booby turns over and slowly comes to. He's trying to pick himself up off the mat but that's a bad idea. He's in perfect position for Seth as he runs forward and jumps high into the air, bringing his foot down across the back of Roode's head to give him the Curb Stomp! He turns Roode over and goes for the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Seth Rollins!




Seth slithers out of the ring and walks over to the announce table. There is no emotion on his face as he demands a microphone from ringside. He gets handed one and begins to walk up the steel steps slowly and methodically and back into the ring. He never takes his eyes off Roode and simply looks at him with upmost disgust. He raises the mic to his face and begins to speak while standing over Roode.

Seth Rollins: “An elephant never forgets Bobby. Seth Rollins hasn’t forgotten either. IT WAS YOU!!!”

Seth begins to practically see red before lowering the mic. He closes his eyes and calms himself down before speaking again.

“At WrestleMania VII I walked in Intercontinental champion and I defended my championship in a triple threat match against you, Bobby Roode & The Miz. I lost the championship that I fought so hard to acquire only to lose it because another man tapped out to the figure four leg lock. That man would be you Bobby Roode.”

“Ya know, maybe I wouldn’t be so pissed off if I had at least gotten a rematch for a belt I technically didn’t lose. I’d be lying if I said that loss still doesn’t sting, and with this years WrestleMania coming up, all it does is bring up old wounds. And as we all can see; some things remain the same! Another big match for Bobby Roode to prove to the world how amazing he is, yet lo and behold, he’s once again lying on his back in agony, wallowing in a gigantic pool of his own misery and self-indulgence. Paul told you I would outclass you in every way fathomable tonight, and honestly that was still an understatement.

Bobby begins to stir on the ground. He’s now lying face down on his stomach and using his hands to grab at Seth’s feet. Seth smirks and lets out a chuckle.

“So damn pathetic. At this point, it’s like taking candy from a baby. You caused me to lose something that I cherished Bobby, and now I won’t stop until I get it back.”

Seth then sprints and bounces off the ropes before a jaw breaking, skull shattering, and spine rattling CURB STOMP to Bobby Roode! Roode’s body immediately goes limp after his skull does crashing into the mat. The impact sends shivers down the spine of each UWF member in attendance. Seth continues to stare a hole at Bobby as Paul smiles at the pain his client has inflicted to Roode post-match. Seth then grabs one of Bobby’s arms and locks in the Demon Slayer! Seth fully applies the submission hold and fully locks it in as a lifeless Roode lies limp in the hold getting choked out. His face and face go from red to disgusting shade of purple as Seth refuses to let go of the deadly hold.


Corey Graves: What the hell has gotten into Seth Rollins?!

Mauro Ranallo: He is a man that is out for blood. That’s what.

Corey Graves: He’s gonna kill Roode! Someone has got to stop this!


Seth continues to hold the painful submission on Roode, and on cue UWF officials run out from the back and charge the ring and immediately begin to pry at Seth to get him to release the hold. After a few long moments of the officials desperately prying at Seth, he eventually releases the hold, but the damage has been done. Seth continues to stare a hole of disgust at Bobby as the officials begin checking his vital signs. They motion for a stretcher to come down as Seth finally exits the ring and heads up the ramp with Paul as the scene fades to black….



The scene cuts to a small, calm therapy room far away from the typical violent festivities of Revolution. A therapist in a plain office shirt jots something down on a notepad before speaking.

Therapist: Alright Go, would you be comfortable explaining this recurring dream you came to me about.

The camera cuts to a frazzled looking Go Shiozaki, definitely out of place in a therapist room.



Go Shiozaki: Explain... how?

Therapist: Well... preferably as detailed as possible as long as you are comfortable with it. Often times our dreams consist of repressed emotions and even the tiniest of details can help indicate those emotions. Can you do that, Go?

Go Shiozaki: Uh... yeah, I think I can do that. Where do I begin?

Therapist: As far back as you can remember.

Go Shiozaki: Ok... well, it always starts with a realxing walk in the park with my dog, Taro.

Therapist: How long have you had Taro?

Go Shiozaki: Ha, almost a decade now. We're almost inseperable. I don't know what I'd do without him.

Therapist: Sounds like Taro means a whole lot to you.

Go Shiozaki: Oh, definitely, my best years have been spent with Taro.

Therapist: He sounds great, so what happens next?

Go Shiozaki: Well... we sit down at a bench to have a bite to eat. But Taro...

Therapist: What does Taro do?

Go Shiozaki: Taro just... doesn't stop eating. I keep giving him more and more food but he won't stop barking for more, demanding that I keep feeding him. I eventually just give him all that I have until there's nothing left.

Therapist: And how does Taro respond to that?

Go Shiozaki: He starts to growl when I don't have anything left to feed him. His growls start to get deeper and deeper, and that's when he starts to grow. He starts making these... vicious, threatening sounds, and his body starts transforming. He's not even a dog anymore. He's just this giant, dark, horrifying monster. His jaws are as wide as my entire body, and that's when he lurches forward, and swallows me whole. I start to slide down this giant pit, and I can see my skin rotting to the bone. Eventually, I drop down into this dark room. At first, its pitch black... and I can't see a thing. I don't even know where I am. After a little while though, I gradually start to see, and that's when I realize what I'm in. It's a prison. A tiny, confined prison, just barely big enough for me to take a couple steps. I start to panic, and try to find a way out, but I can never find anything... and then it's like a wave of dread hits me telling me I'll never get out. I start having these terrible thoughts that I'll never make it out of that prison... and then it ends. I wake up.

Therapist: Wow... interesting. We'll go over this soon but uh... remind me again, what is it you do for a living.

Go Shiozaki: Oh uh... I'm a professional wrestler.

The scene cuts away.


DING DING!

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




Rikishi makes his way out into the arena, turns his back on the audience, bends forward a bit and slaps his cheeks a few times. Rikishi laughs as he turns back around.

Tony Chimel: Now making his way to the ring weighing in at 425 lbs, from Samoa, Rikishi!

Rikishi casually makes his way down to the ring. Rikishi climbs the steel steps and up onto the corner turnbuckle. He shakes his ass in a circular motion for a few moments before jumping off into the ring.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



The arena goes black as the theme begins to play, red lights fill the stadium as "The Monster" Abyss walks out arms swinging at his side, a small burlap sack in his hands. Behind him is James Mitchell who is cackling as they walk. Abyss throws up his signature X taunt with his arms as pyro hits. Mitchell pulls out a remote and presses a button saying "Click Doomsday", Abyss then stomps to the ring and goes over the top rope to get in. He stands centre of the ring, puts up the X taunt again as Mitchell takes the bag away from him and goes to ringside. Abyss then goes to his corner and leans over the side looking into the crowd as he does.

DING DING!

As the opening bell sounds, Abyss gestures for Rikishi to come on as Rikishi connects with a hard right, “The Monster”’s head rocking with the impact but him continuing to invite more physicality. Rikishi now turns and throws an elbow into Abyss’ jaw, sending him staggering into the ropes where Abyss catches himself but Rikishi charges him full speed and connects with a Hip Attack that sends Abyss through the ropes and spilling to the floor. “The Monster” gets up quickly and audibly makes his frustrations known as Rikishi smiles and smacks himself on his gigantic gluteus with both hands. Abyss sees this and is further angered as he reaches up and grabs the rope with both hands, pulling himself up onto the apron but Kish delivers an elbow through an opening in the ropes to the stomach and then takes advantage of the dazed masked man by hooking Abyss’ arm with his and performing a Hip Toss over the top rope and into the ring as Abyss lands hard in a seated position.

Abyss pulls at his own hair as he stands up and turns around, yelling in the face of the heavyweight Samoan to try and intimidate him but to no avail as Rikishi responds with a chuckle and then a Toe Kick. As Abyss reacts to the impact, Rikishi grabs a part of his opponent’s mask in both hands and guides him one direction before forcefully throwing him in the other as Abyss hits the nearest turnbuckle back first, Rikishi connecting with a Running Hip Attack as, “The Monster” slinks down to a seated position. The crowd cheers as Rikishi walks away from the corner, gleefully slapping his derrière before throwing it in reverse and beginning to attack Abyss with the patented Stinkface!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: There’s a lot of happy fans right now, I’ll tell you that.

Corey Graves: Just wait until Abyss gets out of that corner, then we’ll see how much longer Rikishi is smiling!

Rikishi backs off after a moment as Abyss is visibly gagging as he leans to the mat and then rolls out of it under the bottom rope to regroup. He looks over at Father James Mitchell, who shakes his head in disappointment before pointing into the ring as Abyss re-enters it where Rikishi is breaking it down Too Cool style. Abyss goes for another right but Rikishi manages to bring his arm around and block it with the side of his wrist. He delivers a kick to the stomach now and hooks the head with his arm, lifting Abyss up but as he goes over, Abyss slips free and finds himself on the ring apron. Abyss grabs a fistful of Rikishi’s hair and pulls him toward the ropes, locking the arm around the throat and cradling Rikishi’s jaw as he uses his other arm to begin clobbering Rikishi’s chest in the style of Sheamus.

The hits keep coming and soon, the referee has to intervene as he tries to separate Abyss from Rikishi but can’t. He begins the five count.

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TWO!



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FOUR!



FIVE!

DING DING DING!

Tom Phillips: Here is your winner as the result of a disqualification, Rikishi!

Abyss keeps clobbering his opponent as Father James enters the ring with a black bag, undoing the string tying it closed and turning it upside down to empty the contents as thumb tacks come pouring out onto the mat. Abyss releases Rikishi and steps through the ropes, whipping Rikishi into the opposite ropes as the big man manages to avoid the tacks but as he comes off the opposite ropes, there is no avoiding them as Abyss hits a Black Hole Slam onto the thumbtacks! The crowd boos as Abyss looks down at his handiwork before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp with James Mitchell. The cameras get a shot of Rikishi lying there as Revolution continues elsewhere.


The scene opens up on AJ Styles posing in a suit.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Tonight is a monumental night. Not just because I get to celebrate regaining my Intercontinental Championship and winning the Royal Rumble, but because there’s something else up my sleeve. See, with the announcement that the tag team division is going away, it looked like Heath Slater and Rhino were going to be out of a job, and I would’ve been content to let them go if this were a few weeks ago but I’m not the only one that’s changed. No, Heath Slater and Rhino have been remade in my image, and as a result, will be sticking around the UWF and be seen by my side everywhere I go. Heath?

AJ gestures to his side as the camera cuts over to Heath, who is also wearing a suit.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: You thought you’d seen the last of me, didn’t you, people? Well it’s like AJ said, if I was the same old Heath I was before, it would’ve been. But now, it’s like I’ve been reborn, baby! The, “Demi God” opened my eyes to my true potential and as a testament to his vision and encouragement being music to my ears, “The One Man Band” is back. Rhino?

Heath gestures to the side as the camera pans to the other side of AJ where Rhino is also dressed in a suit.

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.

The camera pans out to show the three of them standing together in one shot.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: These two are no longer The Phenomenal Fan Club, for they need a name reflective of their transformations, but also reflective of their direct association with me moving forward. So I am, “The Demi God”. They are The Will.

The newly minted trio pose together as Revolution continues.


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!

Orton climbs into the ring and scales the turnbuckle, busting out his signature arms-stretched pose before stepping down to prepare for the match ahead.




Sydal's music hits the PA and the shredded, new age weirdo hustle down the ramp, big ol' smile on his face.

Chimel: And his opponent, from Updateyourprofileentrance, U.S.A... weighing in at 200 pounds... Matt Sydal!

Matt throws up some "peace" signs as he leaps up into the squared circle, excited to return to action in the UWF for the first time in a long time. Chimel steps out of the ring and after ensuring both men are good to go, the Official calls for bell.


VS

DING DING


Sydal rushes in right off the bat, not wasting any time in coming at The Viper. Orton looks to meet him head-on with a collar-and-elbow but Matt fakes engaging him there before slipping around the back to grab a waist lock. You can see in his eyes that Randy is caught off guard by this. Matt tries his darndest to lift the other man up, maybe for a German or a traditional sorta wrasslin' take down. Either way, it's stuffed. The Legend Killer plants his feet firm and uses his considerable size and weight advantage to shut it down.

Looking to stifle any further attempts like that, Randy fires an elbow backwards. Anticipating this, Sydal ducks and loosens his grip so that Orton spins around. Matt then grabs him in a belly-to-belly type hold and goes for a suplex. Again, Orton keeps himself down then pops off a Mongolian chop type bell-ringer, slamming his upper arms onto to either side of Sydal's head.

The biceps clapping the ears leaves Matt disoriented. Orton steps back, grabs an arm, and then flings Sydal into the far ropes. The cruiserweight competitor rebounds off and momentum carries him back. Like his namesake snake, Orton waits until the precise moment to strike, snatching Matt just as he comes in to whip him around with a Powerslam. Except Sydal dives into the maneuver with such extra force that he actually manages to over-rotate Randy, spinning him around so that the High Flier lands on top in a pinning predicament! Stunning! The Referee moves in to count it...



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Orton shoves him off emphatically just after the two count.


Ranallo: Nice counter by Sydal, there.

Phillips: His best chance at winning this match is by using his speed and agility to his advantage. If he can maintain a fast pace and keep Orton off balance with moves like that, he could score a big win in his return to the UWF tonight.

Graves: That's true but I wouldn't bet on it happening. Orton looked better than he has in a long time in the Royal Rumble last week. He might not have come away with the win, but it was a dominant performance and I expect we'll only see more of that going forward.


Sydal is up first. He stays on the offensive, pulling Randy to a standing position by the head. Whatever he's hoping to do next, he never makes it. Orton decks him with a European Uppercut. His bicep clips the Reborn Superstar's chinny chin chin with enough force to smash a full milk jug. Matt stumbles backwards, collapsing into the turnbuckle with no wherewithal at all.

The Official warns Orton not to attack an opponent in the corner cause technically that's a no-go. The St. Louisite ignores the instructions and comes in hot with a lariat, pancaking his opponent up against the post. Randy lounges against the top ropes after making contact, his beady little eyes scanning the audience with a cold, piercing gaze. Matt, meanwhile, crumples in a lifeless heap at his feet.


Ranallo: Oof! What a hit from Randy. Conversely, if the Legend Killer can throw his weight around like that, it'll be a short night for Sydal.

Graves: The UWF operates with an openweight system and over time, you see it more or less balance out, but occasionally you're bound to get gross mismatches like this.

Phillips: He might be down, but you can never count Matt Sydal out!


Randy backs off and grabs Matt by the ankle, dragging his out a few feet from the safety of the ropes to try for a pin of his own. He leans down and shoots the half...



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Sydal kicks out with authority! Randy scowls at the Ref but the count stands. So of course Orton gets right to work doing what he does better than anyone else in the game. The man with more skull tattoos than anyone you know yeets his opponent up into a sitting position then slaps on a Chin Lock!

Once again weaponizing that inked-up, beefy bicep of his, Randy smothers the head of his foe with the grinding submission maneuver. He wears Matt down on multiple fronts - simultaneously restricting airflow, contorting the neck, and squeezing all those super sensitive jaw nerves. Sydal's teeth could crack any second, too! Orton grits his own as he doubles down and applies some severe pressure. The yoga enthusiast is at first overwhelmed by the brutal violence of it all, but then, travels within himself to find renewed strength.

Aligning his chakras while focusing the positive will of the capacity crowd in his favour, Sydal channels as positive energy into the core of his being. Utilizing this spiritual force - physically manifested by two balled, defiant fists - Matt finds the will to stand, forcing the weight of the bigger man up with him.


Phillips: Look! Sydal is finding divinity within in order to overcome his physical ailments!

Graves: Ugh. He should nama-stay down before Orton takes things one step further.


There's no stopping Sydal now, though. He's fired up as heck. Ascended. Transcended, even. He breaks off Randy's hold, turns around and just effing decks Randy in the heart with an open-palm strike. Orton recoils, falling back towards the ropes with a handprint burned into his chest from the heat of the Chi.

Sydal follows up by running towards the Missourian, jumping into the air and landing on the shoulders with some head-scissors action. Tilt-a-whirling around, Sydal takes both Randy and himself out to the floor below with a spectacular move! Big pop from the fans for that stunt.


Ranallo: Wow! Huge move by Sydal to take this bout to the floor.

Phillips: That's exactly what he needed to get a leg up on the former P.O.T.U.F.!


The crash-landing is clumsy and graceless, with a heap of arms and legs and torsos left all jumbled up on the ground. It's Matt who starts to stir first, untangling himself from the coils of the Viper while the Ref initiates a ten count...


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Sydal finally breaks free and uses the apron to help himself stand.


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Grabbing Randy by the scruff of the neck, Matt yanks him up before slamming him head-first on to the barricade. The front-row fans are delighted to be so close to the action!


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Ranallo: Sydal getting aggressive out here now! This is a new side to him!

Phillips: Well there was quite the war of words between these two superstars in the lead-up to this match. There's no love lost between them, that's for sure.


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With the count edging towards the dreaded ten, Sydal rolls Orton under the bottom rope to get this thing back in the ring. Randy sprawls across the canvas then kneels, shaking his head, trying to get his bearings back.


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Matt hops back on to the apron and the Ref shuts down the count. But as Sydal's stepping through the ropes, Randy grabs him by the neck and pulls him out so that his feet are left draped on the middle cable!


Graves: Orton looking for his DDT!

Ranallo: Oh no! The brutality with which the Legend Killer hits this move with is stomach-wrenching!


Before Orton can drive Sydal into the canvas, though, Matt propels himself off the ropes and flips over, taking Orton off his feet before somehow landing in a jackknife pinning position! He holds the legs tight while the Official moves in to make the three count...



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Randy kicks out at two! The crowd can't believe it!

Orton scrambles free and gets to his feet. Matt meets him there. A brief exchange of strikes culminates in an Irish Whip, with Randy sending Matt into the ropes. Sydal catches himself to avoid bouncing back, and seeing this, Randy chases after him. The Reborn One steps out on to the apron and uses the ropes to invert himself, holding on for an assisted Ensiguri! After getting clipped by the boot, Orton staggers back. Sydal steps back in, darts around him and connects with a swift dropkick that sends Randy through the ropes and back to the floor!

Matt takes a look down at The Viper, sizing up the landing zone before running across the ring to build up speed. The crowd gets to their feet, eager to witness some high-flying action.

After hitting the ropes, Sydal busts out a hand spring, using that to launch himself over the ropes with a corkscrew...


Graves: Sasuke Special!

Ranallo: Space Flying Tiger Drop!

Phillips: Whatever you wanna call it, it's amazing!


It sure is! Sydal flies through the air and down towards Orton...

Who jumps up and catches him with and RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!

They don't eve care that they don't like Orton. The fans goes totally bonkers for the miraculous counter. The replay instantly pops up on the big screen, highlighting the expert timing from Orton as he feigns injury just long enough to draw Sydal in before popping up to cut off the aerial assault with his signature move.

After driving Matt face-first into the arena floor, Orton rolls him under the ropes and slides in to hastily and emphatically make the cover. The Ref counts it...



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DING DING!




YOUR WINNER...
RANDY ORTON!


Orton towers over Sydal as he has his hand raised in victory. "Voices" hits the PA as the Viper seethes, panting heavy, eyes glaring down at his fallen opponent.


Graves: Wow. Orton is quickly building momentum as the man to watch out for in 2021. Very impressive.

Phillips: Sydal certainly held his own. There are few who can match him in pure, athletic, high-flying ability but in the end, that wasn't enough to get past The Viper.

Ranallo: We're on our way down the Road to Wrestlemania now, gentlemen. Randy Orton looks to be building his way to a marquee match up on the biggest night of the year.


Yanking his hand away from the Ref, Orton steps through the ropes and heads up the ramp without a second thought. Sydal finally comes to, sitting up on his own power. A look of disappointment finds itself transformed by his stupendous capacity for positivity into an expression of resolution - a promise to himself to come back better than ever. The fans cheer for the Reborn Superstar as he gets up to leave. Revolution continues elsewhere.


EARLIER IN THE WEEK AT THE HOUSE OF THE WARHORSE.





The Warhorse’s head bounces off the table as he smashes his head down hard. No dent on that precious desk because it’s pretty solid, and the Warhorse’s head looks fine. Nothing that won’t be ignored until he realises he has a shit load of concussions down the line.

WARHORSE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

What is the root of all this agonising pain in the Warhorse? We hear a hard slam on the wall, assumably his wife telling him to shut the fuck up. He grunts and looks up.

WARHORSE: Goddamn.

The wife of the Warhorse, Tam peaks through the door.

Tam: Hey, knock it off? What’s up.

WARHORSE: THE WARHORSE IS DESTINED FOR NOTHING THAT’S WHAT. I mean hell, all the credit I have on my name now is from the boys in the back is that I beat some jobber called Cedric Alexander and I ALMOST beat CM Punk?! What typa shit is that to brag about?! I COULDA SHUT THEIR MOUTHS WITH THE RUMBLE, babe.

Tam: Well stop being such a punk ass bitch and go do something about it then.

WARHORSE: Do something? Like what?

Tam: I don’t know, be not a loser or something.

WARHORSE: BUT I’M ON A WINNING STREAK.

Tam: Oh yeah? So why are you crying?

WARHORSE: I- I’M NOT CRYING, damn.

Tam: I bet AJ Styles would think you were, I bet Seth Rollins would think you were, and well, best of all, I bet CM Punk would think you were.

The Warhorse sulks slightly.

Tam: Oh, what’s that? Punk living in your head rent free?

WARHORSE: NO. Just, I don’t know.

Tam: Since it sure looks like it.

WARHORSE: Well, I’m not letting him just wander around. FRANKLY, Seth probably has the same power over my head.

Tam looks over in a way that she’s just completely unphased on the fact that CM Punk is on the same level of Seth Rollins in his mind.

WARHORSE: Yeah, NOT REALLY. But don’t think I’m letting PEPSI MAN off the hook, that grade A piece of shit going to get what’s coming to him.

Tam: Oh yeah, by sulking and sitting here like a pussy?

WARHORSE: NO, BY RULING-

Tam: Ruling his ass, cool, I get it dickwad, you wanna throw your weight around and be all mighty about the shit, but who the fuck cares? Be yourself for once.

WARHORSE: BUT THIS IS ME.

Tam: Well… do better.

Tam gets up and slams the door, heading upstairs for the Warhorse to sort out his shit for once. We head elsewhere.


Sami Zayn: Ethan! Ethan!

The scene opens up with Sami Zayn walking around in a rush, yelling for EC3. He reaches his office to see him standing outside it talking to a production assistant.



Sami Zayn: Ethan what the hell was that!?

EC3: To be honest, I didn’t know what he was going to do. I gave him full power over the tag team division and if he wants to abolish it, there’s nothing I can do.

Sami Zayn: What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? Reinstate it!

EC3: Even if I did that, I’d have to restructure contracts. It’s a big headache but more importantly, a lot of those guys have flat out left.

Sami Zayn: Good, there was no competition in the tag division anyways.

EC3: Well I can’t just hire a bunch of new people. We already got an influx of talent coming in after the Rumble.

Sami Zayn: I know what this is about. The Dynamic Duo is the best tag team in UWF history. We broke your team’s record. The One Percent was once heralded as the best tag team but we came in and shattered that narrative. Now you’re out to get us! Becky is going to be furious.

EC3: I’ve already spoken with her. Her contract was merely an addendum to yours remember. She’s not contracted as a singles wrestler like you were. I wanted to re-sign her but she was asking for a huge amount.

Sami Zayn: So pay her! She’s worth it!

EC3: Maybe but I couldn’t really afford it with all the new contracts we just gave out. The only way to pay her her asking price was to cut someone who makes just as much money as you. She told me to do just that.

Sami Zayn: What? She wouldn’t.

EC3: When was the last time you spoke to her?

Sami Zayn: I just saw her after that Foley announcement. I’ve called her too.

EC3: And did she answer your calls?

Sami Zayn: Well no but-

EC3: Right well I can’t exactly reinstate the tag division and give you what you want but make no mistake, you are a champion of UWF. There may no longer be a need for the World Tag Team Championships but you can still make it as a singles star. How about you come into my office and we can talk about your future.

Sami looks a bit dejected but walks with Ethan into his office as the scene fades out.




The pumping sounds of "Thrash Metal Cassette" blast through the PA, with the menacing riff and cough. The lyrics pump in, and the pumping sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving scream coming through the speakers, as the Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with a menacing head bangs. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm, as well as the minority which so happen to be Dinosaur Pile-Up fans. 



Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!

The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts marching down to the ramp with all of the intensity in his feet in the world. Revvin' those suckers up for an ass ruling of massive proportions. He slides up onto the apron and stands, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as the legendary chorus rings out for all to hear, and the Warhorse headbangs right in the middle of that ring. He then backs off into his corner and waits for this one to get underway, as someone's about to take a trip to the Warhorse's feet.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent...




John Cena's theme hits the arena and most fans respond with a barrage of salutes.



Emerging by him is Eve Torres, always saving the day by helping big John win his matches and making sure nothing bad happens to UWF's super hero. 

Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts... accompanied by Eve Torres, it's Joooooohhhhn Ceeeenaaaa!!!

She's right by his side as he makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, ready to start the match.

 VS 

DING DING DING!

WARHORSE and Cena approach each other as a chorus of dueling chants erupts from the rafters. The two lock up in a test of strength while Cena's name seems to be winning amongst the duel of chants. With the support from the crowd, Cena muscles WARHORSE down, going as far as to pin his shoulders to the mat.

1..

Kickout! WARHORSE gets a shoulder up and gestures to his supporters in the crowd to keep chanting. Cena places a boot on WARHORSE's mid-section, but he refuses to exit the compromising position, urging all the WARHORSEAMANIACS in the crowd to get louder. They oblige, and as WARHORSE's name begins to win out amongst the chants he inches his way back to a solid base, bringing the match back to where it started.

TOM PHILLIPS: YEAHHHHH!!! WARHORSE! WARHORSE!

Corey Graves: You're cheering for a lockup.

TOM PHILLIPS: SHUT UP COP.

WARHORSE uses all that heavy metal energy from the crowd to muscle the bigger Cena into a headlock, wrenching on big John's big head. John decides he does not like his big head being wrenched and powers WARHORSE out of the hold, sending him running to the ropes. WARHORSE bounces off and big John has his head ducked, ready for a back body drop... but WARHORSE just up and leaps over Cena, rolling through and bouncing off the ropes once more, his arm raised. Cena turns around and is greeted with a WARHORSE warcry, followed by a huuuuge lariat! 

Mauro Ranallo: Like the Bucs offense this super bowl, WARHORSE is explosive!

TOM PHILLIPS: WOOOO! ROCK ON BAYBEEEEE!

Cena's fall worries Eve Torres, who loudly cheers big John on all the while jeering WARHORSE, much to his annoyance. He walks over to where she stands on the outside and says... and I quote, "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU RING RAT!" WARHORSE's act of misogyny is predictably met with a resounding roar of approval from the crowd. Eve gets up on the apron, chatting away at WARHORSE before it's all interrupted by Cena, who runs and takes a big swing at WARHORSE from behind! WARHORSE just barely gets out of the way and Cena is sent tumbling into Eve, knocking her off the apron! Cena immediately realizes what he's done and his face turns pale. He then feels a tap on his back and turns around, being met with a loud right hand from WARHORSE that whiplashes Cena off the ropes. WARHORSE sees an opportunity and runs the ropes to himself, but as he's about to collide with big John, Cena drops his shoulders! WARHORSE is hoisted up onto the shoulders of Cena, in position for an attitude adjustment!

Mauro Ranallo: Cena with a sudden burst of energy!

Corey Graves: Where's that heavy metal energy now, huh?

TOM PHILLIPS: WE NEED TO CHEER LOUDER! COME ON COREY! WARHORSE! WARHORSE! 

WARHORSE fights it off for as long as he can, but Cena eventually hoists him off his shoulders, connecting with the Attitude Adjust-no! WARHORSE flips out of it, landing on his feet! WARHORSE immediately bounces off the ropes ready to attack... but Cena takes advantage of WARHORSE's momentum, thrusting him forward with a hurricanrana! WARHORSE is sent rolling through all the way to his feet! WARHORSE's balance wavering, Cena comes up from behind him and drops him with a sitout powerbomb! Cena looks out into the crowd, waving his hand in the air to signal the five knuckle shuffle... but when he turns around, WARHORSE is already to his feet, letting out a barbaric yell!

Corey Graves: No way.

TOM PHILLIPS: HEAVY METAL ENERGY! YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!

A shocked Cena awkwardly charges at WARHORSE, who ducks Cena's attack and counters with a gigantic German Suplex, sending Cena all the way to the corner! WARHORSE looks at Cena, seated in the corner. He paws the ground before charging! WARHORSE connects with a running boot that knocks the snot out of Cena! He sprawls out onto the canvas, in perfect position for what's about to come! WARHORSE twirls his finger in the air, signalling what's next as the crowd roars his name. He climbs to the top rope, pointing at Cena, before leaping off and landing with a crushing elbow drop! WARHORSE places a knee on Cena and strikes a flexing pose as the ref counts the triumphant pin!

1...

2...

3!

Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... WAAAAAAAARHOOOOOOORSE!!!



Mauro Ranallo: What an energetic victory! Everytime the WARHORSE competes, this place gets rowdy! Can you feel it, Tom?

TOM PHILLIPS: HELL YEAH I CAN! HOW ABOUT YOU COREY, CAN YOU FEEL IT?!

Corey Graves: I am going to strangle you.

TOM PHILLIPS: TRY ME BITCH.

WARHORSE's energy seems to not only infect Tom, but the whole crowd as they rock on to WARHORSE's theme song. He headbangs all the way to the back as the show continues...



We cut to the back where we see Kayla Braxton standing with a microphone. She begins to speak.


Kayla: Well, we have some breaking news. And as a PEEP myself, I have the pleasure and honor to welcome to the UWF... Christian!


The crowd erupts with cheers as Captain Charasima enters the frame with his hand looking around as he smiles at Kayla.


Kayla: So are the rumors true? Are you coming back to the ring? Coming to UWF?


Christian: Hang on, Kayla. Can I just bask in this for a second. As my peeps around the world get to see their personal champion make his return to wrestling? Listen to them, Kayla. You can hear them chant... Christian! Christian! Christian!


The crowd begins to cheer and chant 'Christian' within the arena.




Christian: Now that we got that out of the way. I want all the peeps to know that my return isn't about a being the instant classic. I mean, that is true. I am. But it's not about being the Captain Charisma to the Peeps. Which is also true, right Kayla?


Christian winks at her.



The scene cuts to a backstage area. The camera follows Renee Young as she's eager to get an interview with the UWF's newest international signee. She finds Go Shiozaki admiring the view of the arena from Gorilla. 

Renee: Go, do you have a moment?



Go turns around, happy to field a question from Renee. 

Renee: This is your first match in America in years... what's your plan going into it?

Go Shiozaki: Win.

Go utters that line with sheer and utter confidence. He flashes Renee a smile before heading off to prepare himself for that said match, having nothing else to add.

Renee: Well that was... an interview...

The camera follows Go's tall walk before the show heads elsewhere.


Suddenly the lights go out and the titantron screen begins to play a familiar clip.



After Goku says, “even further beyond, the screen goes black and all is silent for a moment until a familiar voice breaks the silence.

I HAVE ASCENDED!

The crowd boos but they’re drowned out by pyro shooting from the stage. At the end of it, the screen says two words, Demi God, as a new theme begins to play.



The song is, “Element of Surprise” by Lloyd Banks as AJ walks out to the instrumental playing, the Intercontinental Championship around his waist and his hood covering his head as he’s hunched over. He straightens up quickly, throwing the hood back and his arms out to the side as the vocals begin.



Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the Intercontinental Champion and the 2021 Royal Rumble winner, the, “Demi God”, A...J....Styles!

AJ makes his way down the ramp as he marches up the steps and then walks along the apron, stepping through the ropes. He takes Tony’s microphone and shoos him out of the ring as he then raises the microphone to his mouth.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Look at you, so beside yourselves about what happened at the Royal Rumble that the people that own this arena are going to have to double the amount of seats to fit everyone. Well once again, you think you’re angry, but you aren’t nearly as angry as you’re about to me, because ol’ AJ’s got a history lesson for you. September tenth, two thousand and twenty. That was the night that I, the, at the time, “Phenomenal” AJ Styles made my return here to the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. Tonight: February twenty-fourth, two thousand and twenty-one, makes almost twenty-four weeks to the day since that return happened, six months to simplify. Pop quiz: who else on this roster has accomplished that much in their first six months? Bonus question: who on this roster has accomplished more? The answer to both of those questions, if none of you have figured it out yet, is no one else. Some haven’t accomplished that much in double the time or more, and why? Because they’re just...not....me.

They’re not me! And now, I’m even better than I was before! I’m not just, “Phenomenal” anymore, I’m the, “Demi God”! And that’s why everyone else that wrestled twice that night came up short!It’s why everyone that only had to perform once got shown up, because I can’t be matched or outmatched when it comes to my skill and ability in this ring! I’ve backed that up, I’ve earned the right to call myself the, “Face That Runs The Place” and now the, “Champ That Runs The Camp” and I’ve proven once again that this is the house that AJ Styles built!

And I’ll prove all of that again when I pull double duty again at Wrestlemania when I beat The Fiend for the UWF Championship and retain this Intercontinental Championship no matter who challenges me for it!




The crowd explodes, both surprised and thrilled to hear Portishead play through the PA. CM Punk walks out on to the stage, microphone in hand, shaking his head as he looks down the ramp towards AJ. The Straight Edge Superstars heads towards the squared circle, chants of his name matching his entrance song in volume and intensity. Those cheers are practically shaking the building as he scales the stairs and climbs through the ropes to address the so-called Demi-God.

Before AJ can say anything, Punk puts up his free hand as a dissuasive measure while lifting this mic with the other.

Punk: Relax. Relax. I come in peace. I'm not here to start a fight or anything. Brawls are dumb. We don't even get paid for them.

A bit of laughter from the people. He carries on.

Punk: I actually wanted to be the first guy to come out here and congratulate you, AJ. I know I was pretty dismissive of the Royal Rumble as a ludicrous gimmick, but credit where it's due. You won the thing. That seemed to surprise a lot of people, but not me. Not even when you threw me over the top rope. In that split second of suspension, time stood still. Frozen. And I had this... I guess you might call it an "epiphany". The heavens opened up and illumination rained o'er my head and in that moment, it dawned on me that there was no better or more obvious way for AJ Styles to punch his ticket to the Wrestlemania main event then by winning a match you don't really have to win to win.

It's perfect for you. That's twice now where I've just absolutely outclassed you in every measurable sense only for you to find some way to walk away with the victory. First it was cheating. This time it was sitting in the back and watching me put on a clinic, running the marathon, racking up the best elimination score and then coming in at the end to just kinda skirt by. Twenty thousand booing French people spoke for the whole world when they judged that performance at curtain call. I get to put on the show you imagine yourself putting on while you stand there and hold the shiny toy like it matters.



Punk: But hey, it is what it is. I'm not bitter. I'm not upset. I can live with a show-stealing performance in a ludicrous battle royal. I guess you can live with the shame of headlining Wrestlemania with an asterisk or two tagged on. Hey! Maybe you can even get some tattooed on your ribs, right between yours and kids initials. Cause that's your legacy - the "yes he did... but's"

Bringing up the family threatens a boiling over of the tensions but Punk is quick to quell the vibe with a soothing caveat.

Punk: No worries, though. Cause all that considered, I've got good news and I've got bad news, AJ. The bad news is that you're such an arrogant asshole that there's no talking you out the impending humiliation of losing two title matches in a row on the biggest night of the year. The good news is that despite your being doomed to lose to Bray Wyatt, cause shit, that dude's scary, I can at least make your dreams come true regarding that Intercontinental Title of yours.

I stand by what I've been saying since I came back - three championship titles makes no sense for one division. And while I like your idea of unifying them, I don't think you're capable, so that's just out of the question. Something needs to be done about this excess, and I'm appointing myself in charge of dealing with it. I'm putting the old record-chasing on hold for one night - Wrestlemania - to do a public service for the UWF. I'm going to challenge you for the UWF Intercontinental Championship and I'm going to win it. Then I'm going to fix it.

You've kinda fucked up a couple of my big nights, so it'll be nice to get you back - but this isn't about a rematch for a rematch's sake. In my opinion, the only thing worse than this company having too many titles is you having them. I'd like to take that from you. That'll feel good.

And you're going to accept this invitation because you're an egomaniac, and, besides whatever else, you're actually pretty talented. It's warranted - the cocksure bravado - but only so long as you put your money where your mouth is. The two biggest wins of your year so far are against me and both of them are dirty. They're tainted. The only way to clean up your legacy on the night you want to establish yourself as the undisputed Greatest of All Time is to beat me. Clean. Fair and square. That's what I'm offering you. Opportunity.

Your legacy isn't worth jack shit if you can't prove you're actually better than me. And I really... really... really wanna be the guy that beats you for that nothing title. We've both got something to gain here, and since we're so damn good at this wrestling thing, what say you and I settle this in the real main event of Wrestlemania?

Punk lets his challenge hang in the air, but before AJ can respond...




The pumping, punky theme of “Thrash Metal Cassette” by Dinosaur Pile-Up hits the PA vigorously, causing a slew of a mixed reaction from the crowd in attendance tonight, however the fans of the Warhorse are really pumped, because they know what this means. We hear the opening lines, cough and scream, as the Warhorse pushes his way out of the curtain, microphone in hand.

The Warhorse looks down the ramp at the two dudes in the ring. A helluva lot of history with the two of them. AJ Styles has beaten a weaker form of himself, and if he didn’t get counted out by that dumb ass referee, which may or may not have been trying to fuck on him, he woulda whooped CM Punk’s behind. It’s very true he deserves to be in this conversation.



He headbangs at the top of the ramp and then starts stomping down the ramp. He climbs up on the apron, not wasting time on any theoretics for the crowd, and through those dang smooth, rockin’ ropes. The chorus kicks in, and the Warhorse lets it ring out before he raises his microphone up to his mouth.

WARHORSE: Ain’t this the DANGEST circle jerk you’ve ever seen? DID YOU COME OUT HERE TO JACK AJ STYLES OFF ON TV, PEPSI MAN? The kids, think of the goddamn kids. DISGUSTING, and frankly the Warhorse thinks you should take a GODDAMN look in the mirror.

The Warhorse shakes his head at the thought of this, then raises back up to look at the two.

WARHORSE: Metaphorically, of course. I don’t think you have the man on your mind in your wet dreams, Pepsi Man. But to say that you aren’t thinkin’ of the man more than the motive would be a HELLUVA lie. IT’S SO PERSONAL TO EVERYONE. THEY GET CAUGHT UP IN IT. They just see it as some whole spite game, and the WARHORSE doesn’t GIVE a RAT’S ASS about THAT shit. IT’S BEEN MADE CLEAR.

The WARHORSE has made his presence felt with a helluva goddamn touch. TEARING THROUGH FOLKS LEFT AND RIGHT, MAKING ‘EM CRY TO THEIR MOMMAS. While all you two have been up to it BITCHING about how you trod on each other’s toe. BOO-HOO, GO GET A GODDAMN LOLLY-POP, because it’s a childish game. ONE THE WARHORSE DOESN’T PLAN ON PLAYING.

No, this is the game of belts and goddamn glory. One could say Mr funky hair-Styles over here would be HOGGING that all, but who’s to blame him? IF ANY MAN IN THE COMPANY COULD GET ALL THAT WHY WOULDN’T THEY? A legacy, a place in the history books, and frankly, one that’ll obscure the buts-ifs-and-whys. NOBODY has a place to deny that, but they sure have a place to fight it.

So I’m out here to tell you to WADDLE on home, Pepsi Man. I’m sure Cedric and all of the other low league chumps have the place all tidy and cleaned up for your arrival back, with a fresh CUP OF JOE. As this is the WARHORSE’s fight. The WARHORSE’s glory, and it ain’t your goddamn place to step in the way of it.

The Warhorse pauses, then resumes like a Kanye record.

WARHORSE: I DON’T GIVE A GODDAMN SHIT what you feel you need. What you want, and what you think facing AJ again is to you. GO CRY ABOUT IT, and jerk off about your fantasy dream into a tissue or something, as it ain’t goddamn happening, and you best believe Ethan wouldn’t waste his time living up your fantasy dream again. I’M SURE HE’S ALREADY REGRETTING BRINGING YOU ON, he expected a star. A BONAFIDE FRANCHISE PLAYER. CM PUNK, WITH THE NAME IN LIGHTS.

And all he got was… you. A SLIP UP, A WASTE OF GODDAMN FRESH AIR, and a man who isn’t even worth his WEIGHT in Pepsi.

IT’S A SAD REALITY, PHIL, BUT THE SOONER YOU ACCEPT IT, THE SMOOTHER WE’LL ALL LIVE. It starts with you taking that long hard look in the mirror, and goddamn moving aside, son. I SEE THE BELT AROUND THAT WAIST, AND THAT’S WHY NO MAN ON OUR ROSTER COULD TAKE IT TO AJ STYLES. Since they think it’s some personal sport, and they can’t get over themselves.

I’m here because I know AJ Styles can’t beat the Warhorse standing here today. I know that he’s so tripped up in his mind about a fuke win over a weaker Warhorse that HE CAN’T SEE WHAT’S IN FRONT OF HIM LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. IT’S A SAD TRUTH.

The Warhorse turns away from both AJ Styles and CM Punk and eyes down the hard camera.

WARHORSE: And whether you’re WITH the Warhorse or STILL BEING BRAINDEAD, the face of the matter is I don’t think anyone really understands the power of RAW HORSEPOWER, tearing right through a man like a BULLET. Take the plunge of testing the Warhorse, you won’t come out the same MAN on the other end. I’M COMING FOR THAT BELT, AJ, AND THERE’S NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.

The Warhorse lowers his microphone as suddenly...




Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more. 



Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth enters the ring with his manger, staring at the men in the ring with a look that can pierce a heart. He stares directly at War Horse before speaking.

Seth Rollins: “But there’s definitely something that I can do about it. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe I ran through the almighty powers of the Warhorse when I dumped you out of the Rumble like the bag of soiled garbage that you are.”

Seth continues to lock eyes with the Warhorse and he stares a hole through him with a sick and sadistic gaze. Warhorse matches it by staring back into the eyes of Seth, ready for a brawl after those comments.

Seth Rollins: “I tore through you like a bullet and it was only my first match back. I think the best thing for you to do, would be to stand down, step aside and let the real competitors fight. Besides, after the falcon arrow I delivered to you to eliminate you from the Rumble, you’re probably the one that’s braindead or at least suffering from some type of concussion to have wondered your ass out here. Now if you’ll kindly excuse me, I’m got much bigger fish to fry and those fish are the two men standing behind you.”



Seth lowers his mic and turns his attention to CM Punk which garners the illicit reaction of the UWF Universe they immediately scream and yell in an intolerable frenzy. The two lock eyes as the response from the crowd gets bigger. Seth then turns his attention to AJ Styles, the Royal Rumble winner and Intercontinental Champion and the crowd goes off in yet another building shaking frenzy. After the crowd reaction settles down, Seth turns his attention back to CM Punk and raises the mic to his face.

Seth Rollins: “If it isn’t my old compadre CM Punk. Funny how we seem to keep meeting in the ring and bumping paths. I know you just returned to the company not too long before me and I’m sure you had your hopes set high on all the things you hoped and dreamed to accomplish during this tenure. I mean. I’m sure they all looked attainable at the time that you were signing the dotted line and accepting that cash right? What you didn’t know is that I would be returning as well, but to claim those things for myself instead.”



“Now I know an egotistical, self-centered guy like yourself is probably ejaculating in your own head at the fact that you eliminated me from the Royal Rumble. And that is exactly what I’m getting at, you’re a man that’s just focused on all of the wrong things at the wrong time. You started the Rumble at the number two position just to lose the entire Rumble to a guy that got one elimination the entire night. While I may have allowed you to get the best of me in one moment-- which I will guaran-damn-tee that won’t ever happen again—you lost the rumble in a way that has got to keep you up at night. Your “show-stealing performance” is only going to continue being a repeated act in which we see you put on godly performances and come up short again, and again, and again. First to AJ Styles, then the Rumble, and soon to me if you keep putting your face in places where it doesn’t belong. You seem more fixated on being a committee for the UWF and being an advocate for the number of championships that are available than winning them. I find it cute at best but a guy like me just wants to beat the best competition that stands before him and take all the gold, glory, and riches that comes with it. I am only concerned with things that ACTUALLY MATTER. That’s the difference between you and me. Now stay the hell out of my way.”

A look of hatred and pure disgust sweeps over the face of Seth as he stares at Punk, a look like the one that he gave Roode earlier in the night before smashing his skull into the mat. Seth turns his attention to AJ and gives him the same look. Seth looks at the IC title that AJ has in possession and admires it, remembering the times that he once had it in his possession. Paul Heyman rubs his hands in the background as Seth raises the mic to speak once more.

Seth Rollins: “Well, well, we’ll, if it isn’t THE AJ Styles. Inaugural winner of Royal Rumble and duo holder of the Intercontinental Championship. Must be a good feeling right, sitting high on the top of the proverbial mountain of Wrestling. By now we should all be too familiar with what happens when too much hype surrounds anything. It typically comes crashing down just as fast as it went soaring up. You see AJ Styles, while you have achieved a lot in a short amount of time-- and I’ll be the first to congratulate you on everything you have achieved so far-- the reality is, you aren’t nearly as good as you think you are. I hate to say it but, you were just lucky. Luck eventually runs out, and it is passed time your luck runs out!”
“You’re more like Gamestop or another penny stock, sure if you put enough chips in it you might get rich, but that’s only if you get the opportunity to cash out and sell at the right time. I am going to be the one that delivers the gut punch that brings you back to reality and brings your stock right back to where it should be: zero dollars. Your stock is surrounded by nothing but hype, and fluke victories, if you think a man that won the Rumble with one elimination is a tough competitor, then you’ve been getting high on your supply for far longer than you’d dare admit. Since you didn’t get the fight you wanted with Chris Jericho, I can give you the test you so desperately want to fail. Seth Rollins in the flesh here and I’m going to be the one that kicks your ass and takes that Intercontinental Championship off your waist while doing it.”



Seth lowers his mic as he stares right into the soul and heart of AJ Styles.




Sami Zayn comes out from the back with the World Tag Team Championship still over his shoulder. He's mouthing the words to his own song as he dances down the ramp and slides into the ring. He continues to dance in between the stare off of Styles and Seth before his music dies down. He pulls a mic out from his jacket that he already had and begins to speak.



Sami Zayn: Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt something important here? Seth Rollins, Warhorse, CM Punk... nope doesn’t look like anything important to me. AJ Styles however, there’s a man I have some business with. Look AJ, I know how hard it is being a champion, believe me. A bunch of unworthy nobodies to keep trying to stake claim of something they have no right getting involved in. Us on the other hand, we’ve proven just how good we are. Winning a championship is easy. Keeping a title... well that’s a little more challenging. I of course have faced many more hurdles what with Drake Maverick and Mick Foley trying to screw me at every turn but I proved just how strong I was. You have yet to do that AJ. Beating nobodies like these losers, they won’t do a thing for your legacy. Beating Sami Zayn however, well your legitimacy will skyrocket.

Sami mimes his hand like a rocket taking off, a look of dumbfounded amazement on his face as he looks to the stars.

Sami Zayn: The rumble was a fluke, we all know it. Since when does throwing someone over a rope make you a champion? The fact that some of you losers are bragging about eliminations instead of actual wins goes to show just how dumb you are. I’ve already spoken with EC3 and since I am a champion still after my division was closed, it only makes sense for me to get an opportunity at another championship. The TV title ain’t my style but considering my career spans decades around the globe, the Intercontinental Championship couldn’t be represented by anyone better.

A surprisingly succinct message from Zayn has the crowd booing the idea of him getting a title shot. The crowd suddenly shifts however when those three words come across the PA.


Ladies and Gentlemen

E

C

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trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble
trouble trouble trouble

The Owner of UWF steps out from the back with a mic in hand, ready to steady the ship.



EC3: Well looks like I need to put a stop to this before any more people start coming out. You’ve all made some strong points but none of your claims exactly stand out. Seeing as that Warhorse, Punk and Rollins all we’re in the final four of the Rumble, it makes sense to give you all a title opportunity. Sami meanwhile does deserve a shot after his title was stolen from him. I am however going to let fate decide because next week in our main event, it’ll be Seth Rollins vs CM Punk vs Warhorse vs Sami Zayn in a fatal four way to decide the #1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship.

The fans pop at the exciting matchup, bringing a smile to EC3’s face as he can smell the money.

EC3: But just to make thing interesting for tonight’s main event. Sami, I know you love to talk so you’ll be a special guest commentator. Warhorse, you’ll be the special guest referee and Rollins, you’ll be the ringside enforcer. See you all then.


Mauro Ranallo: Wow a blockbuster main event for next week.

Corey Graves: But did you hear this week's main event? Warhorse as ref? Rollins as enforcer and the great Sami Zayn as a special guest commentator!

Tom Phillips: Why couldn't WARHORSE be special guest commentator?

Corey Graves: Because TV speakers across the world would explode.


The four men all look around at one another both not pleased but also ready to prove they should be the ones to compete for the title. AJ meanwhile just smiles at the four of them and exits the ring with his championship, head held high as the live feed goes elsewhere.



The feed splashes to the Revolution logo before cutting to what is obviously a pre-recorded video package. It begins with Drew Galloway sitting in a room, clearly in an interview setting.



DREW GALLOWAY
My entire UWF career, people have been doubtin' me. They've said I don't have what it takes tae be here. They've said I can't get the job done. But these past few months, I've been doin' nothin' except gettin' the job done. With 205 pounds of dead weight on my shoulders, I've won match after match, tearin' through opponent after opponent. The tag division in this company, it got no respect. Even when it was a thing, it was seen as a joke. But I brought legitimacy to it. When people heard the Dunne an' Galloway music, they knew they were goin' tae be treated tae an exhibition in demolition, an' that's exactly what I gave 'em. Match after match, right up to and through the title match at the Royal Rumble, the only constant in this company was the dominance of Drew Galloway.

Images of Drew's arm being raised in victory after victory, of brutal Claymore kicks and that savage Future Shock of Taichi onto a cinder block, play as the Scot's brogue prattles on.

That's over now. Mick Foley announced the end o' the tag division, an' the Dunne an' Galloway contract only guaranteed a spot for one o' us on the UWF roster. Dunne didn't deserve it, but he wanted it. Instead, I took it. Because that's what you do in this business. You don't stand around waitin' tae be told what tae do, you seize the opportunities. Grab the brass ring, as they say. I shrugged off that albatross an' now I'm ready for some new competition. That starts tonight with Go Shiozaki. Now, I've been watchin' tapes on the man, and I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't respect his ability. But he lacks somethin' that I have in spades, an' that's the killer instinct. He's not here tae win gold. He said so himself. He's here tae "defend the sport," an' please the fans. That's his mistake, an' I intend tae punish him when we step between the ropes.

The feed takes us back to Galloway now, seated comfortably. He grins widely.

An' then it's on tae the next one. An' the next one. Just like in the tag division, I'm goin' tae carve a path a mile wide an' I'm goin' tae earn my shot at each an' every title this company has. I'll crush all comers. Whether it's the masked face o' Rey Mysterio or the Fiend, or the smug grin o' AJ Styles, or anyone else who gets in my way, I've got a Claymore ready for each an' every one o' them. An' I will climb the UWF mountain once again. Because that's what I do. I'm a Scotsman, a Highlander. An' soon, I'll hold the high ground.

With that, the feed abruptly cuts back to the Revolution logo and the show moves on.


A depressed Ikemen sits facing the camera. He obviously isn't taking everything so well. Shibata disappearing, again... the tag division dissolving... and just as Ikemen was starting to get going. Life sucks.



He fiddles with something in his hands... the keys to Shibata's dojo. Shibata gave it to him as a sign of trust... friendship even, and now he's gone, after working so hard to get him back... he's gone again. Ikemen tosses the keys to the side, and they land next to an envelope. Ikemen hasn't opened up any of his mail since the last UWF show, too tired, but something about that envelope urges Ikemen to open it. He tears it open and inside is something that turns his eyes bright. 

Ikemen: ...You have been recruited to star in James Cameron's next hollywood blockbuster?! HUH?!

Ikemen continues to read through all the official stuff and contact information in disbelief. This is his big break. It might not be the way he pictured, but he's about to become a megastar.

Ikemen: HOLLYWOOD BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HERE I COME! WOOOOOOO!!!

Ikemen rushes out of his apartment, swining the door wide open to reveal a creepy sight.



Kodama: Hollywood, huh? I assume you are leaving me?

Ikemen is unsettled by Kodama's appearance, there's always been a slight level of distrust between them, and that's ever present here.

Ikemen: Uh...n-no... it's uh... not like that.

Kodama: Oh, it isn't like that? Well... it sure seems like that. The "no" is correct though. You aren't leaving me. You can't leave me. You owe me. I've done nothing but help you. I helped you get better as a wrestler, I helped you get Shibata back. If it wasn't for me, that slip of paper in your hand there would not exist... no?

Kodama's insinuation angers Ikemen, who knows he's worked hard to get where he is now.

Ikemen: That's not tru-

Kodama: Yes it is...

Kodama slowly walks toward Ikemen, causing him to back up.

Kodama: ...and you have done nothing to repay me for it. Now that Shibata is gone, you need to understand something. I am the boss. To repay all the gratitude I have shown you, you will do whatever I say, whenever I say...

Kodama continues creeping toward Ikemen, backing him up into a corner, breathing down his neck.

Kodama: Is that understood?

Ikemen: ...y-yes.

Kodama: Good, let's shake on it.

Kodama extends his hand, and that's when Ikemen sees an opportunity. Using the devious nature that Kodama taught him, Ikemen shakes Kodama's hand, and then absolutely nails him with a low blow kick! Kodama hunches over in pain, and Ikemen follows up with a superkick!

Ikemen: I'm not your pet!

Ikemen grabs the envelope and sprints out of the building, leaving Kodama behind to lick his wounds. Ikemen heads off for superstardom, while Kodama is left to sleak back into the darkness, awaiting his next opportunity.


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

An Illuminating green light fills the arena, followed by the tune of triumphant drums.



As the conquering violin washes over the atmosphere, the grand, green lights begin to flash, signaling the arrival of Go Shiozaki. The camera tracks him from behind as he confidently makes makes his way out from backstage, and into the grand, spacious arena where he calls home.



Go comfortably looks out into the crowd, soaking in the cheers. These are his people. This is his home. Seeing all this adoration directed at him fills him with a sense of validation. There's no other feeling like it in the world. Only in a wrestling atmosphere can Go feel like this. His eyes wander from section to section, before fixating on the ring. As the song behind him breaks out into a warcry, Go marches onward toward the ring while a burst of green steam accompanies him on the entry way. Go's thoughts begin to fill with the looming battle and his imminent success as he reaches the ring. He stretches his hands out to grip the ropes as he leans over in thought, stepping into a winning mindset... the only mindset Go lives in. He steps through the ropes and stands tall in the ring.



Go can't help but look out into the atmosphere. The sight from the ring is like nothing else in the world. It's hypnotizing almost, and Go cannot get enough of it. He spends his days thinking of almost nothing but this sight, he can't live without it... and now here he is, taking it all in. A smile inches its way onto his face as he dips into his corner, ready to do what he does best... or rather, the only thing he can do.

Chimel: Introducing first... weighing in at 220 pounds... from Kumamoto, Japan... Go Shiozaki!

The newcomer stands stoically in the ring, awaiting his opponent.




A Perfect Circle's "Pet" hits the PA like a sledgehammer and from the back emerges the former and first UWF Prime Time Champion, a scowl worn plainly on his face. Drew Galloway marches straight down the ramp, his hair hanging over his face as the fans boo. When the big man reaches the foot of the ramp, he lifts his hands to grab the top rope and hauls himself to the apron, then steps over that rope and into the squared circle, climbing the nearest turnbuckle to roar and strike his signature pose.



Chimel: And his opponent... from Ayr, Scotland and weighing in at 265 pounds, Drew GALLOWAY!

Galloway climbs down from the top turnbuckle as his name is announced and sheds his coat, passing it to a ringside attendant before performing some pre-match stretches in his corner as he waits for the beginning of the action.

The two heavyweights stand across the ring from one another, expressions loaded with violent intentions. Tony clears out while the Referee does the pat-down and makes sure both guys are good to go. After that, he calls for the bell and we're off to the races!


VS

DING DING


Go comes forward with a confident purpose, eager to begin the next chapter of his storied career in his home - a wrestling ring. Galloway sneers, bothered simply by the fact the guy has the gall to believe in himself when facing off with the Scottish Psychopath.

Shiozaki extends a hand as he approaches, inviting a test-of-strength, wristy-clutchy kind lock-up. Drew swats that hand away like a gosh dang fly pestering him. Go draws his arms back and circles around, crouching a bit as he mixes things up and decides to aim for an opening to shoot in for. Galloway keeps his eyes on the Japanese superstar, ready to defend against the impending offense.


Ranallo: To anyone who follows international wrestling, this is a dream match. Galloway, of course, has made a name for himself both back home in the UK and here in the UWF as one of the meanest, toughest men in the game, while Shiozaki has become a flag-bearer for the sport in his native Japan. Many, myself included, never thought we'd see the purist make the jump to a Western promotion.

Phillips: I'm sure the success Katsuyori Shibata and Minoru Suzuki both saw last year has a lot of guys over there considering the UWF as an option now.

Graves: Those two guys have legendary mean streaks though. Shiozaki seems a lot more subdued, and while there's a question to how much that will endure him to an American audience long term, what I'm wondering right now is whether he has the edge he needs to square off with someone as vicious as Drew Galloway.


Shiozaki finally shoots in, at first going for a double leg, but breaking that off when Galloway stuffs it. Now in the pocket, Go is able to pop up and engage a collar-and-elbow. Drew joins him there, but rather than jockeying for a superior grappling position, does everything he can to shrug the former NOAH competitor off. Once he breaks free, Galloway throws a hard elbow into Go's jaw, knocking him back a few steps.

The fans boo and the Ref gives Drew a look like "come on now" but the Scotsman ploughs on ahead, busting out a rolling elbow to follow up. Shiozaki somehow stays on his feet, even as he's seeing stars. Galloway grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring. Shiozaki finds himself bouncing off the ropes and coming back towards his foe. Galloway aims to take his head off with a Big Boot but Go gets around it before clipping the former tag team competitor with a Shoulder Block.

As he's only standing on one leg, Galloway is tipped off balance with ease and knocked flat on to his back. Shiozaki stands over him, shooting a condescending glance down over his shoulder at his fallen rival. This earns some big cheers from the crowd, which only irks the Scottish Psychopath. He kips-up, always impressive to see from a man his size, and gets right up in Go's face, nose-to-nose with the newcomer. It's an intense stare down that just stirs up the fans even more.


Phillips: I don't think Galloway was expecting Go to drop him like that.

Graves: Or he's just taking it personally. I think he takes everything personally.

Ranallo: The Scottish Psychopath isn't one to get on the wrong side of but I don't imagine we'll see any signs of trepidation from Shiozaki!


The stare down comes to a snappy end when Galloway throws another elbow in Go's direction. The blow lands but this time Shiozaki responds with one of his. His forearm shiver connects with the cheekbone, impacting with a dull thud reminiscent of the sounds of Rocky Balboa training on bovine heavy bags in the butcher's freezer. Galloway retaliates with an even stiffer shot. Go is happy to reciprocate.

This back-and-forth carries on a while longer before a particularly nasty strike from Japan's own leaves Galloway on wobbly legs. It what has been a game of shot-for-shot, each taking their turn to throw, this opening allows Go the opportunity to get in some consecutive elbows. Momentum builds in his favour, but Drew cuts it off by countering with a massive punch right to the gut.


Ranallo: Big punch from Drew, mixing it up with the body shot.

Phillips: The Referee isn't going to like that.


The Referee steps in, not at all happy with that closed fist. Galloway shrugs him off, going back to the head with more straight up punches. His knuckles rattle off of Shiozaki's dome with grotesque cracks, and before long, Go is backed into the corner. The Official yells at Galloway to back off, his verbal warning falling on deaf ears. Seeing as the third man isn't about to step into harm's way, he goes to the five count, giving Drew a finite time limit to fall in line. Facetiously, Drew actually times his shots with each count by the Ref, rattling off the limit of four before stepping away.

More boos from the crowd bring a sick grin to Drew's face - the first one of the night. Go is all banged up, draped against the ropes. The Official checks on him, asking if he's still good to go. Galloway does wait around for an answer, coming in and grabbing him before whipping him across the ring towards the far post.

Shiozaki manages to catch himself, bracing arms against the tope ropes before colliding with the hard intersection. A disappointed Galloway chases after him, but Go sidesteps before getting around Drew. He hastily grabs a waistlock and flings him back with a German Suplex!

The enormous Highlander is driven shoulder-first into the canvas, and Go bridges for the pin...



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Galloway kicks out at two, rolling out to avoid being defeated.


Phillips: What a suplex by Shiozaki!

Ranallo: That's no easy feat - bridging with a guy the size of Galloway. It's equal parts strength and technique, and you need them in droves to pull that one off.


While Drew scrambles to get up, Shiozaki stays right on top of him, grabbing him around the head with a front facelock. Galloway tries to shrug him off and then push him away. When neither worsk, he swings some wild fists into Go's ribs. The new signee grimaces with each clobbering strike, but doesn't let go. Keeping that head tucker under his bicep and tight to his torso, he reaches down and grabs the Scotsman's leg, using the added leverage to bust out a Fisherman Buster!

The arch of the body going over almost happens in slow motion, with Galloway'ss struggles to break free and the struggle to elevate all the weight playing into Go's strained efforts. Still, he's able to get the job done, raising Drew into a vertical position before dropping him down headfirst into the mat!

Go then rolls over his opponent over and tries for a second pin attempt, confidently hooking a leg while the Ref counts it...



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Galloway gets a shoulder up in time!

While the fans cheer Shiozaki on, he grabs the dazed Scotsman's left arm before cranking it around his back with a Hammerlock. Using the twisted limb's leverage, he pulls Drew up to a standing position alongside himself, continuing to contort the arms in it's socket to wear his opponent down. When the grogginess of the Fisherman Buster starts to wear off, Galloway finds the focus to attempt an escape, but in pulling loose, he opens himself to another hold from Go. This time, the debuting superstar grabs in a side headlock, working his gripped palms under and against the chin of Galloway. The grinding pressure, coupled with Go leaning with weight in, brings Drew down to one knee.


Phillips: Nothing fancy about it, but a good headlock can go a long way.

Ranallo: Go can show flash when he wants to - but is always happy to come back to the fundamentals of the sport. This is a man who embodies professional wrestling,


Galloway tries to buck Go off but doesn't have any luck. An elbow shot back into the stomach of his oppressive opponent doesn't create the distance he's looking for either. So Drew decides to push up with all the strength he can muster, wildly shooting back with Go still hanging on his head to send both men through the ropes!

Their bodies crash to the floor on the entrance ramp side of the ring, with Drew landing on top. Given that, he's the first to recover and get vertical. Though it takes him a few moments to regain his composure, he quickly goes back on the attack, picking up Go with a handful of hair before whipping him chest first into the turnbuckle. Shiozaki's torso and face slam into the tough steel exterior and he rolls off, barely catching himself on the barricade nearby to avoid collapsing.

With his enemy dazed, there's nothing to stop Drew from grabbing the arm once more and using it to fling Shiozaki into the steel steps.


Ranallo: Ouch! That's gotta hurt! Shiozaki just went through the stairs like a bowling ball!

Graves: Galloway is turning this wrestling match into an ugly, all-out brawl and that's where he's going to excel.


Go land among the dislodged sections of stairs, lying among them while Galloway takes just a few more moments to recover after the beating he endured earlier. The Referee has since started a ten count, and once he hits about five, Drew decides to take things back into the squared circle.

Stepping over the wreckage, Galloway collects his opponent and rolls him under the ropes before joining him there. Go crawls away, looking for the ropes for the assist up, but Drew catches him first. After pulling Shiozaki up, the Scottish Psychopath holds him at arms' length, leans back and then just decks him with a meteoric haymaker. Shiozaki spins around on his feet and and lands folded on the top rope like wet laundry. The Official warns Galloway to keep it clean. Drew gives him a dank side eye.


Phillips: Shiozaki was dominating early on but Galloway is reducing this sporting contest to a scrap.

Graves: So what? That's the name of the game.

Ranallo: I'm not sure Go is going to reduce himself to Drew's level by engaging him in this style of match. If he can, he needs to find an opening to get things moving at his pace again to regain control.


Galloway walks over to Go and drives a swift knee up into his ribs. Shiozaki coughs out a lungfull of air before Drew pulls him back towards the center of the ring. He spins his opponent around, presumably to tee-off on him again, but as the Japanese competitor spins, he comes in with a short range lariat! His arm smacks into Drew's chest, knocking him back and off balance. The tenacious Shiozaki follows up by getting around him to slap on a Sleeper, the oldest submission in the game!

A roar swells up around the arena while Galloway's face turns red, then purple. As it starts to go blue, Go's own visage lightens up and splits open with a defiant, conquering yell. A barbaric yawp. He's feeling it now. Drew's limbs start to get floppy. As a last ditch effort, the Scotsman presses backwards, pushing Shiozaki back into he turnbuckle as hard as he can. Even in sandwiching his opponent into the corner, Galloway can't break free.

Still holding on tight, Go takes Galloway away from the post and spins so his back is facing towards the center of the ring now. The Ref is right there to call the thing off should Drew tap or pass out. Shiozaki doesn't wait for that, though, and instead, wrenches the former Prime Time Champ overhead with a Sleeper Suplex! Galloway lands on his neck at an awkward angle as he is driven into the the canvas.


Ranallo: Humongous Sleeper Suplex by Shiozaki!

Phillips: He's going for the pin. Will it be enough?


Shiozaki scampers over on top of Galloway to shoot the half...



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Again, Galloway kicks out at two! Shiozaki sits up, frustrated but undeterred. He knows what he has to do now.

The crowd can sense the finale closing in. Go pulls Galloway to his feet. Drew looks like he can hardly stand on his own power, but even so, Shiozaki leaves him alone in the middle while he runs to the ropes. With the added speed one the bounce back, Shiozaki looks to decapitate the Scotsman with a Gowan Lariat!

But Drew ducks! Go blows right past, and when he turns around, takes a headbutt to the bridge of his nose. Blood spurts out his nostrils while the fans boo. A frenzied Galloway grabs him by the hair and trunks and tosses his headlong into the nearby corner post, smashing the top of his skull into the unmoving metal.


Graves: Galloway just torpedo'd Shiozaki!

Ranallo: What a brutal assault!


The Referee yells at Galloway again, threatening a DQ if he isn't careful. Drew runs right past him though, hitting the ropes and coming back to meet Go just as he's stumbling away from the post. Galloway finds him there with a Claymore Kick! The boot connects flush and Galloway lands right beside him to make the cover...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
DREW GALLOWAY!


APC hits the PA again and is met with more boos from the fans. Galloway slowly gets to his feet and has his hand raised for a moment but quickly yanks it away. He and the Official share some embittered words about how things played out. Drew makes a move towards him and the third man backs down, retreating towards the ropes. Galloway just laughs to himself before turning to leave.


Ranallo: Suffice it to say that Galloway didn't exactly play it by the book there, but in dirtying up this match, he found the advantage he needed to get the win over a game Shiozaki in his debut.

Phillips: Go Shiozaki looked excellent in the ring. It wasn't until Galloway took things to the outside that he pulled ahead. I don't know - maybe there's a style change that Shiozaki will have to adapt to here in the UWF. Or maybe we need stricter rule enforcement.

Graves: Shut up, Tom. If Shiozaki is too high and mighty to get his hands dirty because he's so obsessed about the "purity" or pro-wrestling or whatever, that's naive and that's on him. The Scottish Psychopath knows that you have to be mean to thrive here. Like prison. We saw that when he took out his ex-partner at the Royal Rumble - and given that and this, I'd say we can expect big things from Drew as a singles competitor.

Ranallo: And from Shiozaki, too. A loss in his debut notwithstanding, we saw a lot of promise in Go tonight.


Galloway heads up the ramp while Shiozaki gets to his feet in the ring. He takes a moment to silently reflect on the result while Revolution continues elsewhere.




We enter the Funhouse as Bray Wyatt is using a handkerchief to polish the UWF Championship, as he notices the camera he smiles and throws the cloth over his shoulder, it making a cartoony sound of crashing objects as Wyatt begins speaking.



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The feed goes wildly full of static, the picture changing to another image entirely.



Bray Wyatt: I ain't s'pose to be allowed to come out and play man, ya see I come out when there's somebody waitin for me in the ring. The new guy, he's all about control and and, Order. Trying to keep everything in it's place wrapped up in a bow, but when...when H̵͚̎e̴̲̔ comes around to take care of some business, the doors kinda stay open and I've been getting more and more freedom. And in that freedom, all I do is study. Study what the goings on are in this company and in this world. That window I see the world through, it grows ever wider but even through the smallest of glass man I can see all through the visions that come to me in my dreams. They would show me mannequins posing as people like you an me, living in a world where they stumble through their lives intoxicated with their own vanity and ego. Now I myself have felt the sharp bite of society, cast aside by the herd of sheep for not grazing as they particularly do. I've been thrown down into a groveling pit where all those sheep looked down and Laughed at me, AT ME! Hahahah But Look at me noooow I grow stronger every single day, I've got my wings back and I hold the Whole Damn World in my hands! While others still seek the limelight, the lust for attention, the sparkle of gold...All the sheep love the shiny things. And at the Royal Rumble, I saw someone not only attain new gold, but get everyones oh so craved attention by winning the Royal Rumble match. What an absolute Phen-ph̸̢͊ȩ̴̾n̷̖̑ö̶̡́m̷̻̈́-


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Bray Wyatt: Phenomenal to see you all again! Truly it is such a Joyous shot into the veins of my very being to see ya again my fireflies, summoning our great protector takes a lot of..."preparation" hahaha it sure takes a lot out of me, especially welcoming in Shibata for a moment... but as always it's all for the best. Because Katsuyori needed to better himself in a manner he did not entirely understand, haha not to mention-Suffer the consequences he invoked upon himself for threatening me and my funhouse without a second thought, consequences set upon anyone who dare invoke His name without the reverence it deserves as proven already...But that's the established, we all know who protects us and our Funhouse, it's time to remember to always be prepared for your futures my little fireflies.

Suddenly the camera pans out as a familiar pig puppet is now suddenly in the room.



Huskus the Pigboy: *burp* Oooh Ya, Huskus iz all about the future, I'm alvays sthinkin aboot vhen and vhat my next meal is. *Snort Snort*

Bray Wyatt: Oh Huskus.

Wyatt looks at the camera before he gets down on one knee to be at speaking level with the puppet as he begins to speak.

Bray Wyatt: No silly, I'm not talking about stuffin faces hahaha I'm talking about Bright lights and big crowds. Ooh and best of all Huskus, all the Thrilling Perf-Perfo



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What a Phenomenal Performance by Mr. AJ Styles. Now AJ is just a good ole Georgia boy, in the middle of a fantastic little run that's clouded his mind. He now thinks himself a Demi-God walking the world. Have you heard the good news Mr. Styles? the Earth is rotting beneath your feet. You, like the rest of humanity, are nothing more than a bacteria that infects and destroys. A Virus, and the fact that you think so highly of yourself is an insult to the carcass you're all standin on man. A Demigod can be defined a partial deity, but also as just a man who is greatly admired or respected. And all your hard work man, it has brought upon you admiration and respect in dr-dro-



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Performances that bring the viewing audience into Wrestlemania in droves. Can't you see it now? And with it so nearby, all I need to do is hold unto my favorite toy until then and I get to have the most Major of playdates with one A-J-STYYYYYLES! He's been to the big stage before, just like me, and to finally have fun with Styles after such a long long time of passing each other like ships in the night...Ooooo it gets me all KINDS of tingly. So to see that upon my future, well it's got me quite giddy. And that's the problem my little fireflies, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, when you put oh so much into something in your future it will not only raise the possibilities of it all going wrong or it not living up to what you make it out to be. So I look upon the future path one step at a time, preparing everything for all my future fun instead of looking forward to it. That's what brings me joy, so all of you my little fireflies...you need not think about your futures, all you have to do is put your futures in my hands, and allow me to light the way for the dr-drov-



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in droves for sure. Ya see AJ, we aint so different. Two good ole fashion country boys, punchin above our weight class in society. You with all your Flash and me with all I've learned. They don't think much for us, but we prove em wrong over and over again, the problem with that is when you start to forget what you are. I'm everything she told me I was destined to be, but I still hold unto that dirt I was pushed down upon growing up. You're startin to make claims about yourself that aint for you man, and that is the kind of thing that invokes upon you a reckoning I'm not entirely sure you're mentally prepared to take on. See she showed me the capabilities of humanity, and it brings upon clarity...but you've already strayed too far off the path blindly. So when the light flashes upon you, it'll be like a deer in headlights. But aint a monster AJ, cause I'm gonna give ya some free advice the deer never gets...RUN...but while preparations and patience are always on the table, if you're looking to check that Demi-God Status brotha, I ain't hard to find, all ya gotta do is look up in the sky and FOL̵̟̎L̴̞̋Ȯ̸ͅW̸̘͝-̶̦̆-̶̣̈́F̵͚͆L̶̔͜o̸̙͐-̵͖͒F̷̺̿O̴͍̿ľ̶͙ĺ̵̺ő̸̯



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Droves of you following my Firefly Funhouse! I can have the whole wide world in my hands, and your futures will be bright the entire time. But I'm afraid that is still for the future haha because that's all the time we've got this week. But just remember my fireflies, I will Always light the way...and all you have to do...is LeT mE IN


Things heads back to the ring where Sami Zayn is already at the commentary desk. WARHORSE comes walking out from the back with a torn up ref's shirt and Seth Rollins isn't far behind.

Suddenly, the arena goes dim ..



The fans in the arena that have gathered to witness the unreal action that is the Ultimate Wrestling Federation come unglued upon hearing the opening chords of Aerosmith's "Back in the Saddle" signaling the entrance of one of their favorites. They erupt to their feet and the majority of the crowd cheer loudly, eagerly awaiting the entrance of the one and only Heartbreak Kid. Michaels bursts through the black curtain onto the top of the stage and the crowd gets even louder. Shawn is clearly amped up here tonight and taunts the crowd, calling for them to get even louder. Shawn pumps up the crowd even more as he skips down the entrance ramp, walking backwards at some points, the entire time running his mouth and hyping himself up.

Chimel: Making his way to the ring .. weighting in at 225 pounds, from San Antonio, Texas ... "The Heartbreak Kid" .. SHAAAWWN MICHAELS!

Shawn climbs the steel steps and stands on the apron, yelling out towards the crowd. Michaels dances a bit on the apron as the women in the crowd fawn over him. Entering the ring with a huge grin on his face, HBK spins around the middle of the ring, arms extended out towards the sky, before stopping and facing hard cam and hitting his trademark pose, as pyro goes off behind him. After holding the pose for a few moments, Shawn stands back up to a full vertical base and begins to take off his entrance attire, preparing himself for the match at hand.




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



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

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


VS


DING DING DING


The crowd is roaring before the two legends can even touch. Michaels and Punk look at each other and can't help but smirk. Punk quickly wipes the grin off his face however and wants to get down to business but HBK takes the time to let it all sink back in. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, a mistake perhaps and Punk comes running over and starts attacking him with forearms, knocking him back into the corner. Punk is unloading but WARHORSE pulls him off and gives him a warning. Punk waves his fingers are the special guest ref as if he's pretending to be spooked by him. He goes back to attack Shawn but Michaels comes out the corner with a chop to the chest. Punk winces in pain and turns away, walking back to the center of the ring. He turns back around only to get chopped in the chest again and again. Punk goes for a standing clothesline but Michaels ducks it and hoists him up for an Inverted Atomic Drop. Punk hops up and down and Shawn gives him one more stiff backhand chop to the chest that knocks him back and sends him rolling out of the ring.


Sami Zayn: Look at that, and you expect this guy to beat AJ Styles?

Corey Graves: I agree with you Sami, there's a reason why these other guys aren't champions and yet you are.

Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of the other guys, here comes Seth Rollins.


Punk is looking at Shawn but notices Seth coming over. Punk points at him and tells him to watch it. Seth slaps his finger away and gets in his face. The two look like they might come to blows but HBK comes over and takes out Punk with a Baseball Slide! Seth then grabs Punk and tosses him back into the ring where Michaels immediately goes for the pin.



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Punk kicks out! Shawn gets back up to his feet, bringing Punk up along with him before whipping into the ropes. Michaels bends down looking for the back body drop but Punk instead leaps over him and stops his momentum. Shawn stands up straight but Punk reaches back and hooks his arms, bringing him down to the mat for a crucifix pin. Michael simply rolls his body weight back and ends up back to his feet. Punk is right there to meet him though with two slaps to the face followed by a Spinning Back Fist and a Roundhouse to the side of the head! Michaels looks dazed and Punk whips him into the corner, following him over to hit the Running Knee followed up by pulling him out of the corner with a Short Arm Clothesline. Punk then exits the ring onto the apron. Shawn is close to the ropes and it allows him to catapult his body into the ring with the Slingshot Senton, landing his pudgy self across the body of HBK. He hooks the leg for the pin.



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Michaels kicks out! WARHORSE shoves the two fingers in his face to let him know it wasn't enough. Punk does his best to ignore it though and gets back to his feet. He's able to hoist Michaels up, hooking both his arms in double underhooks, As he goes to lift him up, Shawn drops to a knee to prevent it. Punk tries to overpower him but Michael's sandbags him. Punk instead lets go of the underhooks and grabs his head, pulling him into a clinch before throwing knees. He's got Michaels on the ropes but WARHORSE pulls him off. Punk ends up shoving WARHORSE and he doesn't take too kindly to that.


Sami Zayn: Oh you guys see that!? You can't put your hands on a ref. How does anyone root for a guy who doesn't follow the rules?

Corey Graves: Disqualify him Warhorse!


WARHORSE gives him a shove right back but HBK intervenes before Punk can retaliate, giving a swift kick to the gut. He's able to lift Punk straight into the air before bouncing his feet off the ropes for a Slingshot Suplex! Instead of going for a pin, Shawn opts to head out onto the apron and starts to climb to the top. Punk realizes what's coming and rolls away to the ropes. A dejected Shawn looks on and sighs before dropping off and walking over to him. He brings Punk back up to a vertical base but the former UWF Champion gives him a kick to the leg and leveling him with some forearm shots. Punk then hoists him into the air with a Delayed Vertical Suplex but Shawn is able to shift his weight and come back down, hitting Punk with a DDT on the way down! Both men lay flat on the mat and WARHORSE decides to count them both down.


Sami Zayn: Warhorse calling it right down the middle.

Corey Graves: Yeah I'm impressed. He should look into getting into refereeing more matches because he clearly won't get anywhere when Sami Zayn is around.

Tom Phillips: WARHORSE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE BROTHER

Sami Zayn: Jesus! We're wearing headsets guy, no need to yell into my ear. How do you put up with this Corey?

Corey Graves: I ask myself the same question every week.


At a count of 5, both men are starting to stir, using the ropes on opposite sides of the ring to help them to their feet. They lock eyes from across the ring and Punk runs at him first. He goes for a running high knee but Michaels moves out of the way and takes his back. He lifts him up for a back suplex but Punk flips all the way over and lands on his feet. He goes for another roundhouse but HBK ducks it and takes his back once more. This time when he picks him up, he lowers him back down over his knee with an Atomic Drop! Punk holds his bunghole and hops around from the pain. When he turn around he eats another knife edge chop to knock him to his back. Michaels then grabs his leg and spins around, setting him up for the Figure Four. When he spins however, Punk uses his other leg to push him forward from behind and Shawn goes flying through the ropes to the floor below. Rollins comes over and he doesn't discriminate. He tells Shawn to get back in the ring but Michaels just rolls his eyes at him. He turns away but the blatant disrespect causes Seth to grab him and turn him around.


Corey Graves: He does realize he's an enforcer not a lumberjack right? He's only supposed to stop people from using weapons or whatever.

Sami Zayn: Just goes to show you how dumb these people are. He's letting his emotions get the best of him. How is he going to be able to win the Intercontinental Championship if he can't even control himself?

Mauro Ranallo: I'd keep your voice down if I were you Sami, we all saw what he did to Bobby Roode earlier tonight.


Similar to last time this was going on, Punk decides to give Shawn a taste of his own medicine. He comes running over and takes off to the outside with a Suicide Dive! The only problem is Shawn backs away and pulls in Seth so he gets wiped out by Punk! Michaels immediately goes on the offensive, kicking a downed Punk before picking him back up. He grabs him from behind and lifts him up, giving him a back suplex right onto the barricade! WARHORSE nods his head in satisfaction but he also starts the count. Shawn grabs Punk and throws him back into the ring before following him and going for the pin.



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Punk kicks out! Michaels grabs his leg and once more goes for the Figure Four, this time cinching it in! Punk comes to life and yells out in pain. H tries to turn over but Michaels lays flat on his back, making it harder for Punk to get him to turn over. He instead opts to drag himself backwards towards the ropes. Luckily Shawn isn't big in the weight department so he's able to drag himself quicker than usual. He reaches the ropes but WARHORSE is actually on the outside checking on Rollins. Punk is yelling out his name but WARHORSE is very obviously ignoring him.


Mauro Ranallo: Still think WARHORSE is a good ref calling this right down the middle Sami?

Sami Zayn: He's checking on that status of a bystander Mauro have some respect.


WARHORSE finally turns around after about 20 seconds and runs into the ring and tells Michaels to break up the hold, counting verrrry slowly. Shawn utilizes the full 5 count before breaking free. Punk holds his knee in agony but Michaels tries to pick him up. He falls to his knees right away, unable to support his body after that damage from the Figure Four. Michaels goes to pick him up once again but Punk lunges forward, headbutting him right in the gut! Shawn turns away coughing and Punk uses the ropes to help himself back up to his feet. He shakes out his legs and Shawn comes running over. Punk lifts him up with a Back Body Drop over the ropes but HBK lands on the apron. He gives Punk a forearm that sends him retreating to the center of the ring. Shawn comes back into the ring through the ropes but Punk stumbles over and givers him a knee to the side of the head! Shawn is dazed by the hit and Punk sends him across the ring. Shawn bounces off the ropes and meets Punk in the middle with a Flying Forearm Smash! Both men are down and out for the count as the crowd cheers, especially because they know what's coming next. They don't have to wait long as Michaels kips up back to his feet. He walks over to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Punk is still laying in the ring and Michaels comes off the top rope, driving his elbow right into the heart of Punk's! He goes for the pin!



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Punk kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Was that a fast count?

Sami Zayn: Sometimes when you're in that ring, you get caught up in the thrill of excitement and your adrenaline gets pumping. Honest mistake.

Tom Phillips: I don't think that's what happened.


Shawn looks at WARHORSE and gives him an annoyed look. He wants to win this match but he's tired on the antics going around his debut. He tells him to call it right down the middle. WARHORSE tells him he'll count however he wants to. Shawn bunches up his fist but sees Punk starting to rise up. He walks over to the corner and starts to tune up the band.


Sami Zayn: What a showboat. He realizes that he's just telegraphing his next move right?

Corey Graves: We've seen it happen time and time again but the Showstopper gotta showstop.


Shawn is stomping his foot down on the mat as Punk slowly rises. He turns around just in time to see Michaels coming with the Sweet Chin Music but Punk ducks it! Shawn misses wildly and turns back around only to get scooped up by Punk. He's wiggling around on his shoulder but Punk throws him into the air and smashes his knee into his face on the way down making him Go To Sleep! Michaels is stunned stiff and he falls backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them but coming forward with a Sweet Chin Music! Both men go down and lay next to one another, Punk on his back and Michaels flat on his face. WARHORSE walks between them and ends up kicking Shawn's arm up on top of Punk's body. He looks surprised and gets down to make the count.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Shawn Michaels!




Tom Phillips: Oh come on now!

Corey Graves: I thought you liked Warhorse Phillips, what's wrong?

Tom Phillips: I like him as a wrestler, as a ref not so much.

Sami Zayn: What we saw here today gentlemen was a foreshadowing. Punk isn't ready for prime time. The loser has yet to win a match, why does he deserve to even be in the same ring as me?


WARHORSE doesn't even bother raising Shawn's arm, instead he's pointing at Punk and laughing. Shawn moves to the corner and tries to pick himself up. Punk does the same but as he's getting up, Rollins comes back into the ring and Curb Stomps him! WARHORSE gives Rollins a lariat from behind and starts beating him down. He's unleashing a full metal fury on his ass before he kicks him out of the ring. He turns around and walks right into a Sweet Chin Music from HBK! The crowd cheers wildly as Michaels dusts off his hands.


Sami Zayn: You see that, all those so called challengers are down but only one man is still conscious. That's what you'll be seeing next week. Sami Zayn, the only man able to walk out on his own two feet with the title held high.


Sami throws the headset down and raises his title up high for all to see. He walks around the ring yelling about something but he's just in the peripheral of the camera as it's focused on HBK and his triumphant return as the show fades out.



END OF SHOW


Credits

Cena vs WARHORSE - Roach
Abyss vs Rikishi - Dresden
Sydal vs Orton, Go vs Galloway - Fauche
Roode vs Rollins, Punk vs Shawn - Danny

[George]

Coah blimey, that CM Punk feller is a mighty friggen loser, eh?! Yeesh, somebody should just give him a keg of Pepsi and get him on his way. Anyway, I said it in the Discord but I’ll say it again. I honestly think this is the best Revolution we’ve done so far. Great fluidity and meaning throughout the show, nothing really went to waste. Looking forward to moving forward with the stories we’ve developed from here.

Of course it’s a bummer that the tag division is dead but frankly I think it’s for the best, already with this show we’ve shown it’s breathed a lot of fresh air into the singles divisions, and really gained a bigger focus on the bigger picture of it all.

Didn’t we kill off Bobby Roode the last time he no showed? I don’t know, but I love that it gave some more dirt onto the development and build up of Seth’s character going forward. Stretcher that hoe out.

Love that we can keep Abyss assertive and dominant with the brutal DQ loss, while not ignoring the outround from Rikishi. Man got the effin thumbtacks out and all.

Interesting that the Fan Club have been switched into more of a prominent managerial position, to back Styles likely for his load of big matches coming up.

Orton bombed the hell outta Matt Sydal. Cobra Kai, no mercy, blinking is for pussies style. Respect.

The Sami character development throughout the show is also incredibly intriguing, which is nice to see, better off than just shrugging off the tag division off as a past relic.

The dude sent in a tape of him rapping in a cemetery. Warrior must be pissed. Also love how Roach writes matches, ALL CAPS TOM PHILLIPS forever.

Loved the content of our collaboration for the IC contendership this week, planting all them seeds and such.

Was a really good thread with the McIntyre/Shiozaki match. They really pulled out the big guns for it. Absolutely both of them will be in IC Competition soon, but unfortunately blocked out by the Warhorse dictatorship.

That Michaels dude is pretty good. That PEPSI MAN stinks, probably is super sticky or something. Loved the storyline progression in this one. Really heating up for that whole angle side of things.

[Evolution J]

Wow, that was unexpected. The results were amazing. So many surprises and new storylines building. Damn, Four people gunning for the I.C. Championships. AJ better watch out and get ready before he face the Fiend. Loving the McIntrye/Shiozaki match. We need more of that. Shawn Michaels and CM Punk both killing it as usual. Sad news for the Tag Team division. But we have a hell of a singles divisions that we have a lot new feuds coming. Each shows are getting awesome each week. Roach is one of my favorites. He can make any match look good whether he is in it or writing it. Not surprised Bobby no show again. But Seth is looking good and is about to get some gold early. Danny always seem to amaze me with his Sami Zayn/Becky. I can't wait to see if Sami Zayn can actually win IC Title when he is against other three toughest competitors. Huge props to the writers.

Also props to Matt Sydal for making our match awesome. You certainly push me to the limits.

[crann]

So the thing I absolutely love about the Rumble and the cards immediately following it is you can really see who took advantage of the big match to get ahead. In this edition, Rollins, Punk and WARHORSE all make perfectly legitimate claims for the IC Title and it's because all three guys absolutely killed it in the Rumble. That performance has translated to a direct shot at contendership for the IC title, and I have a feeling any of the three would make a superb holder of that belt – if they can get past a red-hot AJ Styles, that is. That's not to leave Sami out, of course. But Zayn, outside of his tag success, has mostly only ever really been a jobber. So if there were a dark horse in the main event for next week, it'd be him. Even still, Danny's a ringer and so are Destruction, George and Faucher. That's gonna be one Hell of a main event.

Now, let's talk about the rest of the show, shall we?

I'll start by again lamenting the end of the tag division. I still understand why it had to go, I still agree it was a good decision (tough to argue when the results are this immediately apparent), but I'm still sad about it. Oh well, from the ashes has come an interesting story arc from Danny, a good promo from Roach and my Drew Galloway run, so hopefully we can do the division proud. Oh, and let's not forget The Will, which should be an interesting new element to Dres' already shit-eating heel Styles. Where there's a Will, there's A J. Haw. Hawhaw. Hawwwwww.

The squash was not surprising because of the no-show, but the post match promo Destruction cut was A+ stuff. The guy really took something unfortunate (It Factor falling off again) and made lemonade with those lemons. Between that and the Rumble performance, Rollins has returned with a head full of steam and he could very easily make a quick run at the IC belt. Nothing to sneeze at.

Rikishi taking the match with Abyss was a foregone conclusion due to the uneven round count, but the DQ victory was a good way to keep Abyss strong. I sense the potential for a feud between these two big men and that'd be something to see, since both are solid TTers and early feuds are always great for better establishing your character.

In another non-surprise, a good win for Orton even though he dropped an absolute bomb on Sydal. Those kinds of TTs aren't always the best thing to pull out but given the context I don't blame him. Will be interesting to see where Randy goes from here, he seems like a pretty logical contender for a TV title shot at this point but who knows.

I kind of love this theme of Tom Phillips being a major mark for WARHORSE. Roach wrote a solid, short contest for Jimmy and George. WARHORSE picking up another win is also a welcome sight.

You know, I really like Christian. Both in real life, and this incarnation. That's it. That's the feedback.

Very honored to take the win over Roach in his debut with a new character. The guy's a top flight TTer and I thought the thread could tilt either way as I was really confident with my second TT, but thought he had me in the first round. Pleased as a peach to take the win, and Go still looks strong because Drew had to dirty things up to do it. Not many guys have pressed him to that level of competition in kayfabe so that's worth noting. Faucher wrote basically the perfect match. I felt my character's motivations and ring psychology were so well-represented I could have written it myself. And from the sound of it, Roach is happy with it too, so that's a big feather in Fauche's cap and a potential favourite for Match of the Month.

Another creeptacular promo from Rey, but it's quality, which comes as no surprise because quality and Rey are basically synonyms. He's really making a good run with the top title and it'll be interesting to see how things play out with the pending Styles feud, especially now that The Will are in the mix.

Now let's talk about that main event. Hell of a good match. Hell of a good thread. Not many guys can come in and in their first singles match, beat one of the best TTers this fed has ever seen. Comebackszn did just that, and that's a huge point in his favour, no matter the kayfabe reasons HBK got the victory. I'm very high on his Shawn. Sami on commentary was an absolute delight, by the way. We need more of that.

Like I said in the Discord, this was a really solid episode. I don't know if it's the best in a long time or ever like George has said but it's definitely a good one. Lots of storytelling between the bells and some solid promos besides. The IC scene is looking all kinds of stacked, and the new guys are already making their presence felt. Can't ask for more, but in case you do, Power Rankings are just around the corner. Until then, cheers.

[comebackszn]

Very much enjoyed the opening segment with Sami and Foley. Nice, easy and to the point and almost exactly how you'd imagine a situation with Foley and Sami playing it.

Despite the no-show from Roode, the segment for Rollins and Roode was very good. I very much enjoyed the beatdown that ensued, as well as the post-match promo.

The transition from Rollins leaving Roode needing a stretcher to Go Shiozaki in therapy talking about his dreams was one of my highlights. I like small details like that, because it shows the range of this place, which is something I've come to enjoy in my time here.

The Rikishi and Abyss match was very well written with a great finish that served a purpose.

Lmao what a fuckin' finish for the Orton/Sydal match. Stupid wild. I would kill to see a Sasuke Special into an RKO is right on the cusp of insane and totally believable. Really well written match.

Interesting to see this side of Warhorse, including his wife into things. Curious to see where things head from here, on a character development level.

I think my favorite thing on the entire show may be TOM PHILLIPS calling Corey Graves a cop. Plus, the gag with Phillips being in all caps is great.

The Christian segment was extremely short. Would have loved to have seen a little more for a debut.

Conversely, Go's second interview of the night was short, but perfectly placed.

Yo, the IC title promo was fantastic. I'm a huge fan of these large chunks of dialogue from each character, each of them with a really solid case for receiving a title shot. I'd like to echo the sentiments above on how cool it is to see the Final Four of the Royal Rumble being directly awarded with a IC title shot, so all the work in the Rumble paid off.

Big fan of the Galloway promo here, making it clear that he's on his own now. I dig the idea that Galloway kinda just steals the spot away from Pete Dunne. I like the direction of Galloway a shit ton right now, probably more than anything else I've read honestly.

And this match here. Perfectly written. I don't think you could ask for much more for both characters. Go not wanting to mix it up and ruin the sanctity of pro wrestling is a great touch and should hopefully add another layer to that character, despite taking an L.

I know understand why Bray is the World Champion here. I've seen a lot of people play Bray in various e-feds, but this might be my favorite incarnation that I've ever seen. Switching between the two characters is very unique and I'm all about it. Great fucking promo work.

And the main event was extremely well written. I didn't expect to pull out the victory, but I'm very pleased with how the match was written. A lot of moving parts to this match and it came across very well.

I think my biggest take away from this show was how good the match writing is to allow everyone, regardless of a win or a loss, to progress their character forward. Kudos on a fantastic and very well written show. I'm glad that I stumbled on this place through Reddit, man. It's nice to be a part of a community with really solid show results. Lookin' forward to next week!

[Dres]

So the tag team division going away is both a gift and a curse. It’s sad that it’s gone away because I like booking and really fell in love with writing for some of the teams I got to write for and witness the development and growth of but it’s freed up my creative workload by going away and just in time considering everything else on my plate presently but more on that in a moment.

The match I wrote was short because of the limited time I had to write it this week because it seems to have accomplished its purpose so no harm done.

Keeping Heath and Rhino around was a decision as random as me picking them up in the first place, and while the new name took a bit of pondering, I’m pleased with it and look forward to the future with them at AJ’s side.

Now, as for my full plate, I can’t compliment the work of ultrainstinct enough, I remember how good he was when he was mixing it up with Vinny and now he’s better. Fauche and I have a fight forever thing going and always have epic clashes so the prospect of a rematch is exciting. I’ve been wanting to see George win another title for awhile so I’m excited about his chances too, and Danny is Danny so you know I’d love that. I’ll be happy with any outcome, in other words.

And then there’s Rey, who I also can’t compliment the work of enough. Haven’t faced him in a year or more so that on top of the other reasons I’m excited for this encounter and you’ve got a happy Dres. I like having challenges like what I’ve got chasing one title and having others chase one I’m holding. At the same time is even better.

Anyhoo, great show!

[Fauche]

This was a good show. It's real nice to have a bunch of new guys around. Definitely feels like a big boost in energy and enthusiasm all around.

A couple of super solid promos. Crann has a good one there to set up Drew as a singles dude, Rey's Wyatt one doing the personality back-and-forth like an old Cody Rhodes type thing was top notch. Big shout out to Roach for busting out three unique ones. I assume that's it for Ikeman, RIP but best of luck in Hollywood maybe he can be in Drumline 2. Wouldn't be surprised to see Kodama pop up around Shiozaki. Enjoyed both Go promos - the short and sweet one with Renee and the therapist one was the best all night IMO. Roach and Crann had a dang good thread, too. Glad you guys enjoyed the match, thought it could have been longer and made Go look tougher and Drew look meaner but I was tired as heck writing that thing so it is what it is. But if the intended narrative got across for both guys, that's what counts. Looking forward to seeing what both dudes get up to moving forward. Seems like the title matches at Wrestlemania are set up but after that they def seem like the guys to watch out for.

Them and HBK, anyway. Can't believe how good Comeback is. I've never seen a guy show up outta nowhere and bust out tt's like that, even if they've fedded somewhere else before. Here I am thinking I can to roll over a rookie and get one of those "wins" everyones always talking about and this dude just rolls over me. IDK if ya'll read the thread but he was putting all this effort into the exposition, which for most dudes (myself included) is usually just some quick note to break up paragraphs. Anyway, I'm a big fan of this Shawn Michaels. Dude's awesome.

Bummer to see It Factor gone again so soon, but it is what it is. Rollins getting the rub or taking him out is great cause Destruction's been killing it since he got back. Also, shout out to Evolution. Underrated as all heck. Man's winning titles this year and nobody's stopping him. Liked the Abyss / Rikishi match. Time to bring back the hardcore title. What do we need a TV title for? Nobody even watches TV. Let's do hardcore, baybay.

RIP tag division. RIP Becky. There are eight matches on next week's card and I think most of them have writers already but eight's a lot and now there are lots of guys and there will probably be lots of matches on every show so in the future if you think you've got time to write a match (only takes 1-2 hours or maybe less for you idk) alls you gotta do is say "HEY LET ME WRITE ONE" and BOOM you get it and it's so helpful and awesome.