Post by Danny on Mar 3, 2021 17:34:12 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.
Mauro Ranallo: Also Abyss versus Sammy Guevara.
Corey Graves: Also on deck, Rikishi mixes it up with Hornswoggle.
Tom Phillips: Going toe-to-toe with Christian will be Go Shiozaki.
Mauro Ranallo: Shawn Michaels squares off against Randy Orton.
Corey Graves: In non-title action, Drew Galloway faces Bray Wyatt.
Tom Phillips: In champion versus champion action, AJ Styles and Rey Mysterio will meet.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, WARHORSE versus Seth Rollins versus CM Punk versus Sami Zayn for the number one contendership to the Intercontinental Championship! But first we kicks things off with John Cena vs Matt Sydal!
Both competitors are already in the ring and the ref calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
Sydal is ready to tear it up with Cena but John just looks at him and shakes his head. He clearly doesn't take Matt too seriously and so Sydal walks right up to him and gets in his face Well gets in his face as best as he can since he's a couple inches too short to go eye to eye with him. Cena shoves him away and opens up his arms, asking him what he's gonna do. Matt laughs and then suddenly jumps high into the air, spinning around and kicking him right in the face! Cena stumbles backwards into the corner where Sydal runs over with a Corner Dropkick! Cena falls flat on his face but fights to get back to his feet. Sydal takes to the skies and ascends to the top rope. By the time Cena is up and turns around, Sydal jumps off and drives Cena's head into the mat with his knees hitting the Meteora! Sydal makes the pin!
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Cena kicks out and because Sydal is so small, he's fully tossed off and ends up landing on his feet Matt has a surprised look on his face but quickly runs up and delivers a Running Shooting Star Press onto Cena! He starts to hammer away at John with straight punches but Cena shoves him off and gets back to his feet. Sydal jumps at him with a knee strike but Cena catches him in mid air! He hoists Matt onto his shoulders and right away goes for the FU! Sydal ends up flipping all the way through and lands right on his feet! The crowd is amazed at the athleticism but Cena runs right through him and Clotheslines him over the ropes to the floor below.
Mauro Ranallo: Cena may be regretting underestimating Matt Sydal.
Corey Graves: Maybe. He's in control right now so I don't think Matt can surprise him anymore.
Tom Phillips: Corey standing up for John Cena? What world are we in?
Corey Graves: I don't particularly care for either guy. Sydal is a hippie weirdo but at least Cena can sometimes be funny with his raps.
Sydal is getting to his feet and so John runs to the opposite side of the ring. He bounces off the ropes and comes out with a Suicide Dive! People are in shock to see Cena do such a maneuver but hey, it worked. Cena picks up Matt and gives him a Back Suplex onto the barricade for good measure. Sydal yells out in pain but Cena doesn't care. He grabs Matt and tosses him back into the ring before slowly making his way in himself. Matt is getting to his feet and so Cena slide in and runs right into him with a Flying Shoulder Tackle. Sydal gets up right away only to get taken down with another. Sydal pops up one more time, taking a big swing at Cena only for big match John to duck it and take his back, hitting the Spin Out Powerbomb! He gets to his feet right away and throws his hand in the air.
Mauro Ranallo: Cena getting ready to introduce Matt to the good ol' Five Knuckle Shuffle.
Corey Graves: It sounds so gross when you put it that way.
Cena bends down and waves his hand in front of his face over Matt telling him "You Can't See Me". He runs to ropes, bouncing off them and coming over, dusting his shoulder off before dropping the Five Knuckle Shuffle! Sydal starts to get to his feet and Cena picks him up onto his shoulders once more. He's getting Ready for the FU once more but Sydal wiggles out and lands behind him, pulling him back down as well in an inverted DDT position before lifting his leg over and hitting him with The slice! Matt then hurries over to the corner, leaping up to the top rope and turning himself around. He checks is balance before jumping off, hitting the Shooting Star Press! He makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Matt Sydal!
Sydal gets his hand raised in victory. He bows to the fans before heading to the back as Revolution rolls on.
MOMENTS AFTER THE EVENTS OF GO SHIOZAKI VS DREW GALLOWAY
The camera focuses in on a seated Go Shiozaki, sprawled out against the wall. He's shellshocked. His eyes are glazed over and snot drips out his nostrils. Go's own personal nightmare has come true.
Go Shiozaki: Not again... NOT AGAIN!
Go breaks out into a fit of something in between a sob and a laugh. He can't help but depressingly laugh at his predicament. He came to america with promises of perfection... of immortality, and he's already broken them within a week of being here.
Go Shiozaki: DAMN IT! Now what...
That is the question... now what? The last time Go failed in his native japan, he tucked his tail and ran here. Where does he run to now? He ran halfway across the world to escape his past failures before. How far is he going to have to run this time?
Go Shiozaki: HOW MUCH?! How much more do I have to give?!
Go's screams attract the attention of a producer who tries helping Go to his feet, but Go turns his back to him.
Go Shiozaki: Don't look at me.
Go stumbles across the hallways before collapsing to the ground from the exhaustion, the embarassment, and most of all, the shame. The producers wants again tries to help Go, but the perfectionist lashes out at him.
Go Shiozaki: I said don't look at me!
The producer steps back as Go wills himself to his feet. He drags himself across the hallway, eyeing an exit sign. He can't be seen like this in here. He can't be a... a loser in his own home. He was supposed to protect this place. He was supposed to stand tall on top of it, not grovel in its caves. He inches closer to the exit, before falling to his knees, but he doesn't stop moving. He crawls to the door, desperate to escape this nightmare. One person seeing him after defeat was bad enough. He outstretches his arm and manages to nudge the door open, creating a small space for him to crawl his way out.
He glances out into the night sky before falling onto the concrete below. He shakily makes his way to his feet and limps off away from the stadium, and into the urban city surrounding. He seperates himself from the place he feels entitled to stand tall in. Here, on the streets, he's okay with being a loser. He doesn't mind judgmental glances here. He doesn't react when insults are thrown his way. In the outside world, Go had come to terms with himself years ago. He's free from expectations out here, but that's not enough for Go in life. He might be content out here, but he's not happy. Happiness for Go comes from meeting the ridiculously high expectations he's illfully set for himself, and that's exactly why he'll just end up crawling back the way he came. Whether it be the UWF, Pro Wrestling NOAH, or whatever company catches Go's eye, he'll always come back. He craves the euphoria he gets when those fleeting moments of success come Go's way, even now... after a devastating burnout, he still wants back in. He pauses, and stares at the Stadium he escaped from, with a curious sparkle in his eyes. He looks at his current surroundings in the urban night. He listens to the drudgery, repetitive hum of cars going by. He hears the monotonous tune of LED billboards, and then he looks back at the bright lights of the stadium. Aching and bruised as a result of what took place there, he slowly stumbles back toward the stadium like a fly attracted to the light. Go is forced to a knee by the shivering aches that surge through his body, and the scene fades out as Go crawls back toward the stadium.
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.
"Man in the mirror" blares through the arena as the lights in the arena are turned off apart from one spotlight in the middle of the ramp.
The camera pans down from the rafters onto Sammy Guevara standing there arms down with his hands resting on eachother over his lower stomach with his head down, holds this for about 10 seconds until.
Sammy makes his way down to the ring occasionaly raising both his arms out towards the crowd half way down the ramp Sammy stops
Making his way down to the ring at a weight of 185 pounds, The Spanish God Sammy Guevara
Sammy points both thumbs and kneels down one knee as Chimel announces his name
As Sammy starts making his way to the ring again
Camera pans in close to Sammys face as he is at ring side
"Spanish God baby"
Sammy goes up the steel steps and onto to the apron where he flips over the ropes, as he postures himself towards the camera showing off...
Sammy begins removing his leather jacket, The music fades as he throws it to the ring crew.
VS 
DING DING DING
Sammy is all bravado, not really fazed at all by the big man. Abyss just sort of looks at him with confusion, tilting his head to the side as Sammy casually jumps to the top rope, laying over them as if he's getting a tan. Mitchell yells at Abyss to go get him and so the Monster rushes forward. Sammy quickly slips out of the way causing Abyss to hit the corner chest first. He bounces back a few places and Sammy jump onto the ropes, hitting him with a Springboard Dropkick! It's not enough to take the big man down however and Sammy rushes to the other side of the ring, climbing up to the top rope. He jumps off again, this time with a Crossbody but Abyss catches him in mid air. He throws Guevara up onto his shoulders and ropes down to give him the Shock Treatment! Abyss curls his hands and rocks back and forth from the impact.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Sammy should have taken this match a bit more seriously.
Corey Graves: When you go up against Abyss, you just can't take him lightly no mater what. Did you see what he did to Rikishi last week?
Abyss gets back to his feet and grabs Sammy by the hair, pulling him up. Guevara tries to fight back, giving him a few kicks to the legs and breaks free from Abyss' grasp. He gives The Monster a Superkick but it's still not enough to take him down. Sammy hits the ropes to build up some momentum but Abyss uses it against him, snatching him up and hitting the Black Hole Slam! He makes the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Abyss!
James Mitchell has a sadistic smile on his face. He reaches under the ring and pulls out Janice! The piece of wood covered in nails has fans covering their eyes, knowing that something violent is about to occur. He hands the weapon over to Abyss and the Monster happily takes the weapon. Sammy is crawling around the ring and Abyss takes the weapon and brings it down right across his back! He yells out in pain as some blood drops across his back, staining the mat. Abyss then grabs Guevara's head and takes the nail, rubbing them across his forehead, causing him to bleed even more. Abyss throws his head back into the mat and raises Janice up high, blooding dripping from it onto Abyss' arm as the brutal scene fades out.
As Revolution continues, things head where AJ Styles is as he’s looking into the camera with two lights shining behind him.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Drink it in, that’s the glow of divinity I’m bathed in right now. And tonight, just like at the Royal Rumble, you’re going to get more than one helping of it but more on that in a moment, let’s not overlook last week. Last week, the, “Demi God” was put on the competitive back burner in favor of Ethan showcasing all of his new toys and that should never happen. Even if I was fatigued after a stellar double performance just nights before, I’ll never be so tired that I’ll sign off on thong wearing degenerates like Rikishi or mask wearing goofs like Abyss taking my limelight. Being unscheduled for competition wasn’t going to keep me from showing up though. After all, there was celebration to be had and you might think I feel like I got my party crashed after guy after guy stepped out with my name disrespectfully in their mouth and the sight of my Intercontinental Championship lustfully in their eye but it’s actually the opposite: I welcome the competition, even if I’m using the term loosely. But those four aren’t the only ones that spoke the “Demi God”‘s name; no, Bray Wyatt also saw fit to say a little something. Don’t think because I had so much to process from the others speaking that I didn’t focus on your every word, that’d be a mistake.
But there’ll be more to say to and about you when the time is right, don’t you worry. For now, it’s about the Fatal Four Way in tonight’s main event and, before that, showing up the Television Champion Rey Mysterio. Rey, sponsorships don’t mean anything to yours truly. Besides, all the sponsorships in the world aren’t going to change the fact that I’m a better talker, a better wrestler, and have the two better belts in my sight: one that’s in my possession and one that soon will join it. I don’t sweat you, and I don’t consider you as measuring up to me on any scale. So while this is arguably the most important match for you to date, for me it’s just another Wednesday and you’re another schlub to bump off Ethan’s payroll. The Fortress of Solitude or the Batcave or wherever has to be missing the pint sized goober it houses anyway, so I’m going to reunite you.
And then I’m going to have the best seat in the house for the contendership match when I sit on commentary because while it doesn’t matter who wins, at the same time I want to see firsthand who does so that the other body I’ll be putting in the dirt along with Bray Wyatt has a name and a face.
AJ smiles that cocky smile of his as Revolution continues.
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.
Christian's music hits the PA and the Canuck walks out on to the ramp, hand held to his eyebrow as he scans the arena for his Peeps! The brash veteran earns a warm welcome from those who recall his successful run as a tag team competitor some years ago, while the Shiozaki die-hards aren't so kinda.
Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 237 pounds... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Christian!
Climbing into the squared circle, he takes a few seconds to stop and take in the moment, appreciating the chance to get back inside the UWF ring for the first time in a long time. When the nostalgia wears off, Captain Charisma turns to face his Shiozaki, stretching out a bit to prepare for the match ahead.
Tony heads out and after ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Go stares across the ring with a solemn determination. He takes a deep breath to focus himself while Christian stretches out a bit, getting a feel for the ring. There's a buzz among the fans in the audience - another week, another unexpected dream encounter. The former tag champ looks fresh and fit despite the long lay-off, and even coming off a tough loss, Shiozaki's presence swells, filling the arena. There's something about him. A gravity. A palpable intensity. Both icons in their own way with respectable legacies, the competitors move towards the center, ready to rumble.
Ranallo: Wow. Who would have ever thought we'd see Go Shiozaki take on Christian inside a UWF ring?
Phillips: It wasn't on my 2021 bingo card, that's for sure.
Graves: Shiozaki looked tough as nails against McIntyre last week. Christian is coming off a long lay off and who knows what kind of ring-shape he's in? I know the UWF Universe is expecting an epic clash here, but I'm not sure it's going to play out like that.
Shiozaki motions like he's inviting the Canuck in for a collar-and-elbow. Christian declines the offer and steps back to find his own opening, but then pauses and extends a hand. Shiozaki considers the gesture - one indicating a wish to start the match respectfully, professionally. Go's no fool - Christian's shenanigans are famous even across the Pacific Ocean. Still, Go accepts. He goes to shake Christian's hand, only for the former tag champ to retract at the last second. He brushes his hand back through his blonde hair, like he's Ric Flair or something. Too cool for school.
Some of the fans laugh, some boo. Shiozaki doesn't look impressed. Sensing this Christian tries to play it off like it's all good and then calls Shiozaki forward for that lock-up. Go steps in but Christian ducks past him and steps around, wagging his finger, grinning like the cat who caught the mouse.
Phillips: Christian giving Go a bit of a run around to start things off here.
Ranallo: Shiozaki is a purist in every sense of the word. This isn't going to sit well with - OH MY!
Go, having had enough of the fun and games already, spins the ill-prepared Christian before chopping him HARD across the chest. A red welt instantly brightens that pasty chest. Christian gasps, entirely winded. Shiozaki offers no quarter, grabbing the Canadian by the wrist before whipping him into the ropes. Cage bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt on the way back. He sprints across the ring to hit the other ropes but Go chases after him, and not long after Christian rebounds for the second time, he finds himself decimated by a Gowan Lariat!
Graves: Gowan Lariat from Shiozaki!
Ranallo: What an impact! He just turned Christian inside out!
It's true. Christian gets flipped head over heels by the stiff, running clothesline. The crowd cheers, amazed by the ferocity of the strike. Shiozaki then plucks him up off the canvas, hoists him up with a suplex and then drops him straight back down with the Go Flasher! Another roar of applause from the people. What a maneuver!
And while that combination of attacks would surely be enough to finish things, Go is out to prove a point tonight. The Japanese Superstar marches purposefully to the closest turnbuckle, scales it, and proceeds to flip backwards from the top, landing a Kobashi Moonsault flush!
Phillips: Huge Moonsault from the heavyweight!
Ranallo: One of several moves he has adopted from his mentor, the legendary Kenta Kobashi!
Graves: This one's over already! What did I tell you?
Having landed in perfect pinning position, Go just hooks a leg while the Referee slides in to make the count...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
GO SHIOZAKI!
Shiozaki stands up to some big love from the fans as his music hits the PA. The Official raises his hand high before going to check on Christian, who's out cold.
Ranallo: A totally dominant performance by Go Shiozaki in his sophomore outing here in the UWF.
Phillips: It might not make up for the loss last week, but it's a great way to rebound. Shiozaki just sent a message loud and clear to the locker room.
Ranallo: You can't help but wonder if there were some "new company jitters" in his debut. Jet lag, even. Who knows? But if this is what we can expect from Shiozaki going forward, the sky is the limit for him.
Graves: Conversely, I'm not sure Christian is at all ready to make another run in the UWF right now. He's a decorated legend, and we've never seen him man-handled like that.
The Ref helps Christian sit up, and he looks like he has no idea what hit him. Shiozaki leaves him like that as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage, where the company's senior correspondent is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, CM Punk.
Punk strolls into the shot just as he's finishing off the tape-job around his fists. The Straight Edge Superstar looks ready for action ahead of the night's main event. He nods in greeting towards Renee, setting her up for her first question.
Young: Punk, thanks for joining me. It's been a busy few weeks since we spoke, between the Royal Rumble and everything that happened last week on Revolution. Coming off of two tough losses, where are you at mentally heading into this Number One Contender's Fatal-Four Way?
He briefly scratches his chin while staring off into the mid-distance, chewing on the question for just a second before offering up a reply.
Punk: Where am I at mentally?
He repeats it, with a short, half-hearted laugh to punctuate.
Punk: Yeah. Um... good question. Not one with a simple answer, either. I guess I could say I'm a little pissed off, just a bit agitated, but that doesn't quite cover it. Saying I'm "confused" doesn't sum up the enormous level of astonishment I have for this company's utter indifference to credibility. And to write it all off as exhaustion doesn't exactly fit the bill, either, because even though I'm sick and tired of the constant bullshit, week in and week out... Renee, I don't feel any less motivated to keep on doing what I came here to do.
So let's just say it's complicated.
Renee nods and continues.
Young: A week ago, you challenged AJ Styles to a match at Wrestlemania -
Punk: Yeah. Bad idea, right?
Young: - and after that, WARHORSE, Seth Rollins and Sami Zayn all made a case for an Intercontinental Championship match as well. Ethan Carter set up a match to determine the number one contender between the four of you -
Punk: But not before cramming those three assholes into my main event match with Shawn Michaels. What was up with that, huh? The guy books what's for all intents and purposes, a bonafide, first-time-ever dream match between two of the UWF's most successful athletes ever. He puts us on last. It's sold as a big bout. The fans are chomping at the bit for it. And then, hard left turn outta nowhere, the guy throws in a guest ref, a ringside enforcer and a guest commentator, all of whom have an agenda against me.
For what? What does that prove? The second EC3 made that call, the credibility of the match went out the window. What does Michaels get out of beating me with that circus going on? What got proven except that WARHORSE is a petty, piece of garbage, Seth Rollins is still the snake he was five years ago, and Sami Zayn is somehow even more irritating on his own? When I came back, I said I didn't want to rock the boat. I just wanted to compete in some straight up wrestling matches each week, no ulterior motives or anti-authority agenda tagged on... I just want to wrestle. But there hasn't been a day gone by since then that the guys in the back or the man in the big chair haven't gone out of their way to piss in my Cheerios.
I dunno... maybe there's something about me that inspires aggression. Maybe I talk too much. Maybe I can't help but ruffle feathers.
I called out AJ because somebody needs to knock that asshole down a peg. It seemed like nobody was up to the task so I took my shot, and next thing ya know, half the roster is in the ring following suite. I woulda let them have it, cause honestly, who even cares? But Carter set this up and signed off by throwing me to the wolves. Fine. Whatever man. I want to compete in a sport, you want to play games, something's gotta give. So here I am, in another ridiculous gimmick match, fighting over something that doesn't mean anything to me. At this point, all I'm just in it to break hearts. If these guys wanna screw with me, I'll screw with them. If I can take this precious moment away from guys who don't deserve it, I'm happy to. And if I come up short, so what? I didn't sign up for the dog and pony show, carny bullshit. I'm not going to lose sleep over coming out second best in something that barely registers as actual professional wrestling.
Young: Out of your opponents tonight, is there anyone in particular who you're keeping an eye on or looking forward to mixing it up with?
Another hollowed out laugh. A shake of the head.
Punk: What? No. Aha... not at all. None of them. Not in a four-way, anyway. I know Zayn's going to do everything he can to try and sneak in a quick one. The guy isn't afraid to get his hands dirty but he's also the type of wrestler that's scared to wrestle. It's a weird kinda cowardice, one I've never understood or respected. He's clever, and that's dangerous, but it's so easy to break the spirit of a guy who's worried about getting hurt in a prize fight. Opportunity's come where they do, but that's where I see the easiest pin or submission.
Now Rollins - that's a little bit more interesting. He has Heyman in his corner, so that's something. But I know both of them pretty well already. Seth has all the talent in the world, but his confidence is skin-deep. He knows what it's like to fail, and how it feels to let that failure bury him. Bulletproof was a lifetime ago, but I'm sure he hasn't forgot that after I kicked him out, he fell off completely. That's some big brother shit. I expect he'll be gunning for me to prove a point but like I showed at the Rumble, he just doesn't have anything for me.
Which leaves us with WARHORSE, this angry, costume-party, Incel, barbarian guy who has invented this big grudge between us. I don't understand it. I don't understand him. And the thing is -
Before Punk can go on, WARHORSE walks in outta nowhere.
WARHORSE: The thing is you talk a whole lot of game, boy, and I don't think you see yourself in the mirror. You talk this GAME of humbling, bringing people down to your level. For anyone that's a fall, a mighty goddamn fall to match you. Styles is above you, and you know it, but I don't think you care about taking down his ego. No, that's too tame for the great CM Punk.
You care more for just being in the same sentence as him. You wish people saw you as the draw you think you are, but they're starting to quiver in their confidence in you just like they did to me. It's a HELLUVA road but it leads you here.
A place where the WARHORSE can and will RULE ASS on the regular, but it's more than clear with people like you who just think that they can cut in front of the Warhorse that's only in the Warhorse's head. Whether you want to face it now or down the line, it ain't gonna work. It'll only get you so far before you fall down to where you were before you shown your face here.
The Warhorse looks over at Renee quickly, a person who blatantly ducked the Warhorse for an interview after his embarrassing loss to Minoru Suzuki months ago, then back to Punk.
People don't see a man when they look at wrestlers like us, they just see fighters. Some are better than others, some are DOGSHIT, as you'd know. The grudge isn't with you, it's with what's in your head.
You have the wrong head on those shoulders for where you stand, boy, and if you don't realize it soon someone will knock it off. Whether that's me, whether that's Seth, whether that's Sami. Hell, whether it's Styles. Who knows, but it'll happen. I'll see you out there, Pepsi Man, and don't expect me to take it light on you because you're slipping harder than a oiled up mountain climber.
Punk steps to WARHORSE. He steps right back. Nose-to-nose and close to blows, some nearby crew members and security goons rush over after a quick cue from Renee. They pull the riled up competitors away from each other, neither putting up much fuss while that tense eye contact has a real “I’ll see you out there” vibe to it. Once the fellas have been removed from the scene, Young signs off and Revolution continues elsewhere.
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...Hornswoggle!
Hornswoggle exits from underneath the ring and enters it.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Hornswoggle goes for a Chop Block but is unable to take the big man down. After attempting it, he’s still near Rikishi’s leg as he starts punching it like he’s training with a speed bag. He throws a kick to the ankle of the Samoan and steps on his foot, but judging by the look on Rikishi’s face, it’s only acting as an annoyance to him as he throws a punch into the head of his opponent and then picks him up and delivers a Sidewalk Slam. Swoggle visibly has the wind knocked out of him by this as Rikishi comes off the ropes with a quick Leg Drop, causing Swoggle to sit up as Big Kish hooks the head and does a quick Suplex to put the little guy in the corner. Swoggle gets up, staggering, as Rikishi connects with a Superkick, Swoggle falling into a seated position in the corner. At this, Rikishi turns around and starts smacking his backside as he puts things in reverse and starts doing the Stinkface!
Tom Phillips: I try to be a biased commentator but did either of you see this going any other way but this?
Mauro Ranallo: Nope.
Corey Graves: Of course not! What kind of stupid question is that, Phillips?
After a moment, Rikishi steps forward and pivots around to face a gagging Hornswoggle as he grabs him and puts him on his shoulders, connecting with a Samoan Drop with ring shaking impact. Kish makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rikishi!
Hornswoggle rolls out of the ring as the camera then gets a shot of Rikishi celebrating as Revolution continues.
After a brief splash of the Revolution graphic, we're taken to a nondescript backstage area where Drew Galloway is skulking, alone, in some shadow. He steps forward as the camera begins rolling.
DREW GALLOWAY
Last week, I brought down a wrestlin' purist. I toppled a man who had travelled the world plyin' our trade. I showed him that no matter how perfect he thought he was, he wasn't perfect enough tae withstand the onslaught o' the Scottish Psychopath. An' I did that because it was fun. See, what I do, when I go out there week after week, I enjoy doin'. It's not about wins an' losses, it's about the joy o' the fight an' the prize at the end o' it. I won last week, which put me one step higher on the rung o' the UWF ladder. Now this week, I get tae face the man at the very top o' that ladder, an' you better bet that puts a smile on my face.
Galloway is, indeed, smiling as he speaks.
Now Bray Wyatt, his sort doesn't belong in a wrestlin' ring. He's a sideshow performer at a circus. The Freak Show. But that's OK, because in the world's largest wrestlin' promotion, there's room for all types. An' I know his type. He'll try tae dress everythin' up with some parlour tricks an' illusions, he'll play a few pranks an' have a few laughs at my expense. That's the way his sort operates. He's not comin' intae this match thinkin' it's a fight. He's comin' tae play, in his own words. But me? I don't play. So when Bray Wyatt starts with all o' his gags, when he gets goin' in his little make-believe world with his little make-believe friends, I'm goin' tae punish him. An' when he disappears an' reappears up on that Titantron like the cult leader o' old, I'll keep punishin' him. I'm goin' tae brutalize Bray Wyatt, because that's what I do. An' eventually, in doin' so, I'm either goin' tae break him, or I'm goin' tae force the demon out.
Galloway's smile contorts now, into a twisted, sadistic grin. He stares right into the camera, his tone cold as ice.
An' then the real fun will begin. Because while Wyatt's comin' tae play, I'm comin' for somethin' else. This isn't goin' tae be a simple wrestlin' match. Tonight, I'm goin' tae conduct an exorcism.
With that, Drew abruptly leaves the frame, slipping back into the shadows. The camera lingers for a moment longer before cutting back away to the Revolution graphic as the show moves along.
Things head to an unknown outdoor location where The Will, Heath Slater and Rhino, are walking through the grass.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Don’t get me wrong, I want to make AJ proud, but I don’t have a clue about where to look for the Firefly Funhouse! I mean, does it have an address we can Google? Is it even in this dimension? Who knows?
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: That’s a good point. We really do need to figure out what we’re going to do when we find it, but AJ didn’t fill us in on that part.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Well if we’re thinking for ourselves, I say we soften Bray up, and his little puppets too!
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: I do not sound like a Scooby-Doo villain. Anyway, we aren’t going to find this place by bickering, let’s keep our eyes peeled.
As the two trek off to who knows where, Revolution continues.
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: From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. He is the Intercontinental Champion and the 2021 Royal Rumble winner, the, “Demi God”, A...J....Styles!
AJ makes his way down the ramp, eyes focused on the ring, the look on his face one of seriousness as he enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mix reaction with mostly boos.
Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's super heroes in training Ali and Ricochet flanking him in his matches to make sure nothing happens to the hero of the UWF. Rey walks down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Rey enters the ring and removes the shroud covering his face showing his one eyed mask look that he has adopted. Rey doesn't show the same emotion he had once before as he enters the top rope but he does point to the crowd and saying "I'll protect you." Rey jumps off and awaits his opponent.
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DING DING DING
Neither man seems determined to make the first move, both of them being champions and looking to see how to react to their opponent. They circle around for a bit before going to a tie up but AJ shoots down low and spins around Rey, putting him in a waist lock. It's not every day AJ gets to manhandle someone so you can bet he takes the time ot show off, lifting Rey into the air and slamming him back down on the mat. Rey quickly shuffles his feet around to sit down and break free from AJ's grasp. He runs to the ropes right away while AJ gets back to his feet. Rey comes back and its Styles with a headscissors to take him down but AJ rolls back up to his feet in the corner, looking a little dazed. Mysterio runs over to him and hits a crossbody into the corner, the momentum of the impact flinging his feet out of the ring onto the apron. AJ walks out of the corner holding his stomach while Rey climbs up to the top rope. Styles turns around and Rey leaps off the top rope with a Diving Crossbody! He stays on him for the pin!
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Styles kicks out! Both men rush to their feet right away but Styles stays on his knees and tries to sweep Rey's legs out from under him. Mysterio leaps over it and ends up kicking him in the side of the head. AJ falls to his hands and knees and Mysterio runs to the ropes, coming back with a Basement Dropkick. AJ ends up rolling out onto the apron from the impact. He tries to pick himself up from out on the apron but Rey comes over and hits him with a 619 to the lower back! AJ springs off the ropes and falls to the floor below. He grabs at his back and tries to get back up only for the Television Champion to slingshot out of he ring with a Plancha taking him out! He picks up AJ and tosses him back into the ring before coming in with a Springboard Splash onto Styles! He hooks the leg for the cover!
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Mauro Ranallo: It wouldn't have been an upset but if Rey won the match right there I think there would be some serious doubts about his match with Bray Wyatt at Wrestlemania.
Corey Graves: Rey Mysterio isn't going to win this match without his goons out here. He needs help all the time, his title reign is a fluke!
Mysterio gets to his feet and walks over to the corner. He starts to climb to the top but AJ is starting to come to. Rey is gets situated on the top rope when AJ comes over and nails him in the back with a clubbing blow. He continues to hammer away at Rey before going up there with him onto the top rope. With Rey being the smaller person, it's easier for Styles to manhandle him and gain position, taking him down with a Superplex! Both men are down, Styles opting to rest up a bit instead of going for a pin as the ref starts to count both men down.
Tom Phillips: We've seen a number of Champion vs Champion styles matches here these past few months and-
Corey Graves: And we may actually get to see another at Wrestlemania is AJ can defend his title against whoever wins tonight's main event.
Mauro Ranallo: Well you know AJ will have a front row seat when he joins us for commentary during that match but he better be focused on this match because Rey Mysterio can win any match at any given time.
The two men rise to their feet and Styles goes on the attack first, hitting him with some forearms, a kick to the leg, a spinning backfist and he dives forward for the clothesline to complete the Phenomenal Combination except Mysterio ducks the Clothesline. AJ stumbles forward and trips up onto his knees. Rey dropkicks him from behind causing him to fall into the middle rope! Mysterio signals for it once more and he runs over for the 619! Styles however catches his feet as he's swings them around and pulls him away from the ropes. With the Television champion in his arms, he breaks him in half with a Backbreaker! He makes the pin.
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Mysterio kicks out! AJ grabs Rey by his mask and right away brings him up to his feet. Mysterio gives him and kick to the outside of the leg to buckle him down to a knee before hitting a Front Dropkick. Styles falls backwards into the corner hitting his head on the bottom turnbuckle. He tries to pick himself up using the ropes but Mysterio runs right at him. Styles gets his boot up and catches Rey in the face which sends him back a few paces. The Intercontinental Champion hoists himself up so he's seated on the top rope but Mysterio runs over, quickly climbing up the ropes and giving him a few punches to the head. Rey then goes for a Hurrincanrana off the rope but AJ holds onto his legs and Rey is laying upside down! Styles stands up on the middle rope and hooks his leg's over Mysterio's arms, leaping off the ropes for the Avalanche Style Clash! Styles turns him over and moves his arms away from the ropes while the ref makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, AJ Styles!
Styles is handed his belt and he raises it high, showing the world that this is just the first champion he'll defeat as he'll go on and do the same to Wyatt at Wrestlemania. He exits the ring and heads to the back while Mysterio is geting back to his feet. He's handed his TV title and he's about to leave the ring when suddenly he's leveled with an RKO out of nowhere! Orton stands tall over him and grabs the Television Championship. He holds it up high and points to the Wrestlemania sign, indicating his goal as the show moves on...
The camera cuts to a dark area. The rattling of chains can be heard, opening to a room we see Mitchell standing over Abyss sitting in a chair. In front of them is a fire in a drum, the only fire in the otherwise pitch black room.
James Mitchell: I warned everyone when we debuted that when my monster was unleashed no one would be safe. I think we've shown that loud and clear now.
Abyss is rocking slightly in his chair, in his hand is Janice, his beloved spiked 2X4, she's still bloody after her use on Sammy earlier.
James Mitchell: First Mr Fatu had the gall to mock my monster, claiming that he was no threat and again we may have lost by a DQ but who was the man standing at the end of it all.
James strokes Abyss's hair as he speaks clearly proud of his monster's actions. His words soothing the Monster.
James Mitchell: They tell me Mr Fatu that you never forget the feeling of tacs in your back, the sting of the spikes piercing your skin, the warmth as the blood leaks out your body like you're a human colander, slowly turning the canvas red.
Mitchell seems almost entranced as he talks looking into the fire. He pulls out a photo of Rikishi and places it into the fire watching it slowly burn away.
James Mitchell: Our chapter with you Mr Fatu closes for now but I wouldn't say it's the end. Now onto our latest sacrifice.
Mitchell pulls a photo of Sammy Guevara out and looks at it smirking as he does.
James Mitchell: Mr Guevara, so young and talented, brought down by your own hubris like many of us are. I warned you that you would be stepping in the ring with a god but still you did not believe.
Mitchell looks at Abyss with Janice and smiles throwing the photo into the fire, the flames once again absorbing it.
James Mitchell: Tonight you felt the pain of Abyss's most loyal companion allow me to introduce Janice, a trusty weapon that's looking forward to meeting you all.
Mitchell smiles again but that smile immediately turns serious.
James Mitchell: Ladies and Gentlemen the road to wrestlemania is a long and dangerous one with many hazards but none are as dangerous or with such a penchant for violence as my monster and that path of violence will only continue until we get to the showcase of the immortals and beyond.
Mitchell beckons for Abyss to stand which the monster does, slinging Janice over his shoulder as he does.
James Mitchell: Tonight we began our path to Wrestlemania and we will continue on our path of destruction so to those who still doubt us I have only two words.
Mitchell pulls out the remote but doesn't speak suddenly Abyss opens his mouth
Abyss: CLICK DOOMSDAY
Mitchell cackles as the camera fades to black focusing on the visage of Monster and Master.
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.
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.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
Orton enters the ring but instead of going to the corner and posing he stares down Michaels as his music dies down. Intensely eying his opponent.
*Ding Ding Ding*
The bell rings and both men stare off at one another, Orton calculatedly measuring up Michaels, While Shawn seems to still be chewing gum seemingly exuding confidence. Both men jolt forward locking up in a collar-elbow tie up, jockeying for position in the middle of the ring until Randy starts to back Michaels into the corner. Orton asserts his power advantage as he keeps shoving Michaels back into the corner, forcing Michales to step up to the bottom rope as the referee begins to count Orton out telling him to get him away from the ropes. Randy slowly lets go while keeping his arms up, smirking at Michaels. But before he can back up Shawn answers that display of strength with a loud slap across the face that stumbles Orton back out of sheer shock.
Mauro Ranallo Oh ho ho hoooo
Corey Graves: What
Michaels steps up to the second rope as Orton is seething in anger his head still turned to one side as if taking a bit to comprehend what just happened, he turns back to Michaels and charges angrily but Shawn expertly leaps off the second rope leapfrogging over Orton and landing in the middle of the ring as Randy hits the turnbuckles chest first. Randy flinches in pain for a second but turns around still steaming mad and charges at Michaels again, this time however Shawn catches him coming in with a drop toe-hold and immediately floats over to lock Randy into a side headlock.
Tom Philips: Shawn Michaels has always been good at
Orton immediately starts to stand up as Michaels wrenches on the head, Randy gets up to his feet and almost immediately Shawn flips him over with a side headlock takeover. Orton smacks the mat in frustration before he pushes up on Michaels head to try and create some separation, shifting over getting his legs under him again and slowly getting back up to his feet, struggling the entire way as Shawn is like a pitbull on his head. Orton checks Shawn with a forearm shot to the side, before backing him on the ropes and using them to launch HBK off of him. Michaels hits the ropes as Orton shakes his head, relieved from the pressure applied but not able to enjoy it for long as Michaels comes back and shoulder blocks Orton straight down on his back in the middle of the ring. Shawn quickly hits the ropes to his right, and Orton rolls to his stomach making Shawn leap over him and continue running. Randy stands up and shows of some athleticism by leapfrogging over Michaels as he runs back at him, Orton turns around and leaps up in the air seemingly for a front dropkick but Michaels sees it coming and hooks his arms on the top rope stopping himself as Orton leaps high up and lands back first in the middle of the ring with his legs in the air. Shawn instantly grabs one of them and spins around for a Figure-Four but Orton reacts quickly and uses his still free foot to shove Michaels off of him, being so near to the ropes and the force of the push sends Shawn over the top rope. But Shawn catches the top rope and flips over safely holding on, Randy scrambles to his feet and notices Shawn is still holding on and goes towards him to knock him off but Shawn pulls his legs up hooking Ortons head coming in with both of them and pulling Orton over the top rope and to the outside. Once Orton hits the floor, Shawn pulls his body up again skinning the cat entirely to get himself back into the ring. Randy is quickly getting himself up, a bit embarrassed that he got caught like that, but it’s only to set himself up in perfect position for Michaels to sling himself over the top rope and land a crossbody on Orton knocking him down to the floor. Shawn quickly bounces up and starts to shake his hips dancing with cheering front row after pulling all of that off.
Mauro Ranallo Pescado by Shawn Michaels! And while both these men are showing just how well they know one another, it is the Heart-Break Kid who is proving his litany of nicknames more tonight.
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Orton is trying to pull himself up with the Ring Skirt but Shawn is walking over and pulls him up the rest of the way, he pushes him back a bit to get some distance before going to irish whip him. Orton manages to reverse it and send Michaels towards the steps, but Shawn thinks fast and leaps up on top of the steps stopping his momentum.
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Shawn steps up to the ring apron turning around and quickly leaping towards Orton, but Randy leaps up in the air himself almost instinctively and catches him mid-air with a dropkick. Both men crash down to the floor with loud thuds.
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Corey Graves: I don’t know how smart that was, Randy landed on the outside too.
Tom Philips: These days Corey, it almost seems like Randy Orton is entirely okay with getting hurt as long as he’s causing pain to his opponent as well.
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Orton gets himself back up grimacing a bit shaking his arm from the awkward landing, but looking a lot better than Shawn who is still face down on his knees holding his back. Orton reaches down and pulls Shawns tights to get him up to his feet, putting his head under his arm and heaving Shawn up high into the air before letting him free-fall back first unto the edge of the announcers table.
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Mauro Ranallo Oh ma-ma Mi-a, Shawn Michaels body badly bouncing right in front of us.
Corey Graves: I think he may have cracked my monitor, watch it Shawn!
Orton grabs Shawn by the hair and shoves him back into the ring, taking his time now that he’s got the advantage
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Orton slowly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, breaking the count, and backing himself up in the corner to get a good running start as he charges forward and leaps up dropping a big knee across Shawns head. He immediately covers him hooking the leg up.
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Orton stands up almost immediately, expecting the kick out entirely, as Shawn is pushing himself off the mat Orton grabs his head and puts his boot against his face, stomping down causing the laces of his boot to rake across Shawns face. Orton almost seems to chuckle at the way Shawn clutches at his face in pain before he drops to one knee and wraps his arm around Michaels head with his patent headlock.
Corey Graves: And this is when Orton is dangerous, when he’s at his pace and in complete control.
Mauro Ranallo The Apex-Predator is very good at tearing his opponent down systematically, and if Shawn isn’t careful he’ll find that out first hand.
Shawn is pulling on Ortons bicep trying to relieve the pressure, he is quickly forcing himself up to his feet and elbows Orton in the sternum. The grip around his head loosens and Shawn gives another elbow shot allowing him to shift his body enough to hook his hands between Ortons legs and lift him up with a big back suplex.
Tom Philips: I think he heard you Mauro-
Mauro Ranallo A Teardrop Suplex by Shawn Michaels!
Corey Graves: Shawn digging deep into his moveset for that.
Shawn is catching his breath before he hooks Ortons near leg up.
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Shawn gets himself up, holding the back of his head in pain as Orton is pushing himself up as well. Before he even stands up fully, Shawn chops him across the chest with a loud smack that cause the crowd to “Woo” in reaction. The sudden pain makes Orton stand up straight, just to be met with another loud knife-edge chop. Randy quickly retaliates with a kick to the gut doubling Shawn over, Orton wipes his chest almost like he’s checking to see if he’s bleeding from the last chop before he backs Shawn into the ropes and whips him to the others side. But before Orton can even attempt to finish what he set up, Shawn leaps up at him taking him down with a lou-thez like press before he starts to hammer down on his head with right hand shots. Orton quickly shoves Shawn off of him, and scrambles to his feet stumbling into the corner as he does. Michaels is relentless and jumps up towards Orton so his feet land on the second rope and he once again rains down fist unto Ortons skull, Randy shoves Shawn backwards off of him desperately trying to stop this onslaught. Shawn however lands back on the mat and rolls backwards to his feet without missing a beat and runs to Randy again leaping towards him, Orton manages to side step out of the way and Shawn lands on the second rope feet first. Before he even has time to notice what’s happened, Orton kicks the back of Michaels leg making him straddle the second turnbuckle before Randy hooks Shawns neck with his arm and bends down dropping Shawn Michaels with a rope hung version of his sickening backbreaker.
Corey Graves: What a backbreaker by Orton, that did not look pretty.
Shawn lands awkwardly across Ortons back and his body limply collapses off him and down to the mat, as Randy holds his own back in pain for a second before quickly shooting the half and pulling his leg up for the cover.
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Randy looks at the referee for a split second before he pulls Shawns head off the mat by the hair and hits him with a big right hand making Shawns head bounce off the mat from the impact, before repeating that same shot two more times until the referee shouts at him to stop with the closed fist. Randy frustrated that the ref is stopping him, stands up and gives him a rage filled look causing the referee to pause before pointing at the UWF logo on his shirt telling him to watch it.
Tom Philips: Randy Orton has better watch his temper or he might get himself disqualified here.
Corey Graves: I think we’ve already learned that DQs don’t matter to Randy as long as he accomplishes what he sets out to do.
Shawn is trying to get up with help from the ropes, but Randy reaches down and grabs his hair pulling him the rest of the way as the referee is telling him to watch the hair. But Orton isn’t listening, talking down at Michaels as he holds him against the ropes before he whips him across the ring. Orton seems to go for a clothesline but Shawn ducks under it hooking his extended arm as he swings himself over floating over and hooking Ortons head before dropping him with a Float-Over DDT.
Mauro Ranallo Massive Float over DDT by Shawn Michaels, this is why you never count HBK out.
Shawn Michaels is recovering instead of going to capitalize on the move, allowing Orton to roll away dizzily and start to pull himself up in the corner. Shawn gets himself up, assessing the damage to him now that he’s got a moment to breath before he runs towards Orton in the corner, Randy reacts quickly uses Shawns momentum to throw him over the ropes. But Shawn manages to land safely on his feet on the ring apron, Orton doesn’t realize this as he steps out of the corner shaking his head groggily before turning around and seeing Shawn still there. He quickly runs at him, but Michaels low bridges him making Orton sail over the top rope and to the outside. Shawn immediately steps back into the ring, Orton is on his knees on the floor looking up angrily that he got sent to the outside again.
Corey Graves: It’s hard to explain, but when your opponent does something as little as catch you off guard more than once like Shawn has again here, it makes you start to lose focus on things and overcompensate to try and recover.
Mauro Ranallo That very well may be true but Randy Orton is experienced enough to know that.
Randy gets up and quickly slides into the ring getting up to his feet right as Shawn throws his foot towards him, Orton drops to his back barely able to avoid the Super kick and rolling out of the ring.
Corey Graves: Ya see Mauro, I don’t care who you are, you can always get caught.
Tom Philips: A hairs away from walking right into some Sweet-Chin Music
Randy on the outside now, eyes a little wide like his life flashed before his eye when he almost walked into that kick. But his focus is quickly taken away as Shawn is sitting on the second rope, holding the ropes open for Randy inviting him cockily back into the ring. Shawn lets go of the ropes and holds out his index and thumb out showing how close he was to hitting his superkick, Randy is seething in anger. Shawn turns back towards him and sees the look in his eye, Orton slides into the ring after him and this time Shawn slides out of the ring. Randy quickly runs after to give chase, as Shawn runs around the corner. As Orton turns the corner, Shawn quickly goes for Sweet-Chin Music but this time Randy is ready and catches Michaels leg in his hand. He reaches down and pulls his other leg up dropping Shawn to this back with both legs hooked before he drops back, catapulting Shawn high into the air and face first into the ring post.
Tom Philips: Oh my god
Mauro Ranallo Shawn Michaels was just sent skull first into that unforgiving steel, and you wanna talk about the ‘hardest’ part of the ring, well those are solid steel post holding the whole thing in place.
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Randy Orton is up and pulls Shawn by the head to pick him up, but Shawns body is totally limp. Orton kneels down and hook Shawns head under his arm to get a better grip as he lifts his lifeless body and rolls him into the ring. Orton slides in after him and goes for a cover.
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Shawn manages to pop his shoulder off the mat, Orton sits Shawn up getting behind him and using both hands to rack at Shawns face, this giving us the first good look at his Shawn who has a trickle of blood down his face from the ring post.
Corey Graves: And there you see the damage done, Shawn Michaels has been busted up on the steel ring post.
Mauro Ranallo And the Viper showing his proverbial Shark smelling blood in the water as he rips and tears at Michaels wounded face. This is sadistic!
The referee is almost unsure what to do as Orton rakes at Shawns face, once his fingers get near his eyes the ref can finally step in and tell Orton to keep it clean. Orton lets go as Shawn falls to the mat, Shawn seems totally out of it and Randy stomps down on the back of his head. Randy doesn’t seem ready to stop his onslaught and quickly pulls Shawn back up, Randy whips Shawn into the corner with a lot of force and Shawns body flips upside down as he hits the turnbuckle sitting all the way up on the top rope before he falls backwards to his feet. His body like jello, seemingly ready to fall to a stiff breeze let along whatever Orton has planned. As Randy gets to him, Shawn lifts his foot up like he was going for a surprise super kick but he barely even lifts his leg up at waist left as Orton just catches it nonchalantly. Randy is holding his boot and laughing at how pathetic an attempt that kick was.
Corey Graves: We may wanna think about stopping this, Shawn can’t eve-
All of a sudden Shawn swings his other leg over with a big Enziguri and drops Orton to his knees and then to the mat catching him completely off guard.
Mauro Ranallo Oh! Huge Enziguri by Shawn Michaels I think Shawn may have been playing Orton there to set him up. For that huge kick.
Orton is trying to get himself up, totally out of it, as Shawn is flipping his hair out of his face, it getting stuck with some of the blood covering it now. Orton is up and as Shawn runs at him, he goes for a wild right that Michaels ducks under and hits the ropes. Orton turns around right as Shawn comes in with a flying forearm. The crowd get up on their feet knowing what this entails, and they cheer loudly when Shawn kips up back to his feet and is looking more pumped than ever. Orton groggily gets up and Shawn lifts him up to hit a Manhattan drop, as Orton bounces in pain Shawn quickly clotheslines him down. Randy bounces off the mat and stands back up just to be knocked down by another clothesline, Randy gets up a second time but is totally out of it allowing Michaels to scoop him up and slam him. Shawn runs to the ropes and steps out to the ring apron, taking a breather before he starts to climb up to the top rope.
Tom Philips: I don’t know where Shawn gets it from, it’s like the sight of his own blood fueled him rather than hindered him.
Shawn is finding his footing, but has to wipe some of the blood from his eye, this small hesitation allows Orton to get back up and shove Shawns foot off the ropes crotching him on the top rope. Orton is hanging over the top rope, still not recovered after being able to stop Shawns momentum. But he quickly stands himself back up vertically and grabs Shawns head, hooking it under his arm and pulling him out so only his feet hang on the top rope, the crowd stands up at the sight of wha tis about to come and with a sickening thud Orton drops Shawn with a hanging DDT from the Top rope.
Mauro Ranallo Mama Mia! A hanging DDT from the Top turnbuckle, Orton upping to ante to put Shawn away.
Randy covers Shawn, pulling on his pants to lift the leg unable to hook the leg up properly
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Orton gets up on his knees a little shocked that Shawn kicked out but seeing as he’s still in control, he just refocuses and hooks Shawns head to start to pull him up.
Corey Graves: I have no idea how Shawn was able to kick out of that, but I don’t think it’s going to matter seeing that look in Ortons eye.
As Randy gets Shawns seemingly half dead body up, he lifts Michaels head up putting it in prime position for him to leap up and hit an RKO. But before he can strike, Out of nowhere Michaels spits in Ortons face. Randy steps back in surprise as Michaels spits blood and spit in his face, Randy almost seems to be turning into a beast with how angry he looks.
Tom Philips: He just spit at Orton.
Corey Graves: Defiant to the end is Shawn Michaels
Orton is seething, and he goes towards Michaels, Shawn goes for a superkick but Orton ducks it and as Shawn spins around from the recovery Orton leaps up and hooks his head with a Huge RKO. Orton sits up from the impact, and is muttering to himself. Shawn is lifeless face down in the middle of the ring and Randy is still fuming in anger as he wipes Shawns blood and spit from his face and looks at it in his hand. Orton stands up and looks down at Shawn, his seething breaths almost like a hissing snake.
Mauro Ranallo A devastating RKO but I don’t think Randy Orton is finished with him, The viper is seeing red right now.
Corey Graves: And not just because of Michaels blood on him.
Orton reaches down and pulls Shawns hair up so he is lifted slightly off the mat before he backs up into the corner, grabbing the ropes and breathing out heavily as he measures Shawn up. Shawn doesn’t have any idea where he is or what’s coming, as the referee is telling Orton to think about what he’s doing but Randy Orton has complete tunnel vision right now. Orton runs up to punt his opponent, but in that split second Shawn manages to push himself up enough to catch Orton running in with Sweet Chin Music. Orton drops his leg bend under him caught mid run as Shawn collapses on top of him.
Mauro Ranallo SWEET CHIN MUSIC!
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*Ding Ding Ding*
Here is your winner: Shawn Michaels.
Shawns music begins to play as Shawn rolls off of Randy, totally out of it, as Ortons body lays flat with his head up knocked out from the kick not even knowing what hit him but still trying to get up.
Corey Graves: I can’t believe it, Shawn pulled that one out of nowhere.
Tom Philips: The entire match he played to Ortons aggressive side until he managed to open a window for himself, and did Shawn dive through that open window.
Mauro Ranallo: Well ladies and gentlemen it's been an exciting night so far and we have an exclusive interview with the returning Seth Rollins who is in main event tonight. Seth are you there?
The screen focus backstage where instead of Seth, Sami Zayn is there.
Sami Zayn: Oh hey there, were you expecting someone else? I know you're all probably eager to hear from the returning Seth Rollins but sometimes, you don't always get what you want in life. Just like no matter how much they hope and dream for it, Seth, Punk and Warhorse will never be a champion like myself. The fact that they think they even stand a chance against me is comical. They should be comedians, really they should!
Sami laughs at just the mere thought of them winning his upcoming match.
Sami Zayn: AJ may not have wanted to come out and face me like a man but tonight he'll have no choice but to watch from the best seat in the house. I know you're watching somewhere AJ. You'll have a close up view of what greatness really is. Why be phenomenal why you can be Dynamic! No amount of childish nicknames you give yourself will ever match up to the pure in ring talent that I have. You're not a Demi-God. You're simply a child playing at fantasy. After I win tonight and go on to defeat you, maybe I'll go on get more gold. Become Television Champion before going after the UWF Championship, holding all the gold this company has to offer.
Sami looks up, day dreaming about the possibility.
Sami Zayn: Anyways, I've got a match to prepare for. Thank you for the interview Mauro.
Sami walks off while the live feed goes elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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.
Tony Chimel: 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.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!
Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Galloway immediately connects with a Glasgow Kiss that sends Bray staggering backward into the ropes. Drew pursues as Bray catches himself on the ropes, the Scotsman raising his knee into the abdomen of his opponent. Bray hunches over from the pain as Drew locks his arms around his waist and lifts him, delivering a rope assisted Gutwrench Powerbomb, bouncing Bray off the top rope before turning and planting him against the mat. Drew delivers a stomp to the stomach now, causing Bray to sit up as Drew grabs a handful of Bray’s hair and pulls him forcefully to a vertical base as he goes for another Glasgow Kiss but Bray moves his head out of the way and raises a knee into the abdomen of the big man before pushing Drew away from him slightly so that he can connect with a Glasgow Kiss of his own. As impact is made, Bray plants his leg behind Drew’s and sweeps it, Drew falling back as Bray grabs him and holds him in the setup position for Sister Abigail but he brings Drew back to a vertical base instead and lets go, a big smile on his face as he claps gleefully.
Unamused, Drew looks to take Bray’s head off with a Big Boot but Wyatt sidesteps and then gets his arm up to grip the ankle as he kicks the knee of the other leg and then puts down the leg he’s holding, Drew rocking forward as Bray hooks the head and quickly spikes his head into the mat with a DDT. Galloway turns after impact and lays there on his back, going for a kip up but Bray is there to grab him as he plants Drew with a Uranage. Wyatt starts gleefully clapping again, clearly having the time of his life as Drew rolls backwards onto his feet and stands up, going for a Lariat but Bray bridges back into the Crab-Walk to avoid it but Drew turns after missing and comes off the ropes, clobbering the UWF Champion in the back of the head with a stiff forearm as Bray goes staggering toward the opposite ropes, Drew pursuing him by speed walking as he grabs Bray by the hair with both hands and whips him backward against the mat as forcefully as he can muster. Wyatt sits up, clearly showing he got the wind knocked out of him, as Drew kicks him in the face to make him lay flat and then leaps up, flexing his arm as he goes for a Falling Elbow Drop but Bray rolls out of the way and Galloway hits nothing but mat. Drew immediately clutches his elbow with the other hand, expressing pain audibly and with the look on his face, as Bray charges him and leaves his feet as he leaps sideways, taking the big man to the mat with a Running Cross Body.
Bray is up, clapping gleefully once again and laughing as Drew sits up and shoots him an angry look as he climbs to his feet, his eyes never leaving Wyatt but Wyatt unfazed by it as he keeps gleefully clapping. Drew responds to this by goozling Bray with his left hand, squeezing tightly, and starts laying into him with hard rights. Although the impact of each punch is devastating and Bray is turning red from being goozled, he’s still smiling and looking happy. Drew sees this and his own eyes widen with rage as he releases the goozle and kicks Wyatt in the stomach, causing him to hunch over as he grabs the UWF Champion by the shoulders and starts kneeing him in the chest repeatedly. After a few forceful strikes, Galloway stands Bray up and grabs him by the shirt collar with both hands, pulling him in close before forcefully pushing him back as Bray hits the nearest corner hard, the impact causing him to cough as blood covers his lips and two streams run from the corners of his mouth.
Tom Phillips: Well it looks like those knees to the chest had the effect Drew wanted.
Mauro Ranallo: Even so, look, Bray Wyatt is still smiling!
Corey Graves: Of course he is! This is all fun and games for him!
The trio is correct, Bray is smiling, the blood staining his teeth. Drew isn’t smiling though as he runs at Bray, looking to sandwich his opponent between himself and the turnbuckle but Wyatt moves and Drew hits the corner chest first as Bray grabs the back of Drew’s head and starts driving his face into the turnbuckle again and again, laughing as he does it. After taking a few, Galloway manages to extend his arm and get his hand in place as Wyatt tries to continue the assault but can’t as Drew uses his other arm to elbow Bray in the stomach, then the midsection, then the chest, and finally the throat as he then throws Bray into the corner, the two effectively switching places, as the intense Scotsman connects with a Glasgow Kiss to the nose, blood running from the nostrils of Wyatt as he pulls away, but Bray’s still smiling. Drew delivers a knee to the midsection as Bray hunches a bit and coughs some blood onto the mat as Drew heads to the opposite corner before charging at Bray but Bray catches him with a Uranage out of the corner, Samoa Joe style. Wyatt starts stomping on the midsection of the downed Galloway now, laughing and smiling as Drew suddenly grabs his foot and pushes upward quickly as Bray stumbles off balance into the ropes but recovers as he goes for a Leg Drop but Galloway moves and Bray’s tailbone hits the mat hard.
Wyatt pops up as Drew takes him back down with a Bulldog and keeps his hand on the back of Bray’s head as he grabs it with the other hand and starts grinding Wyatt’s face back and forth across the mat, red smearing because of the blood still coming from the nostrils of the UWF Champion. Drew lets go after a moment and stands up as Bray rolls out of the way as there appears to be something written in the blood on the mat.
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! It says Drew!
Corey Graves: How’d Wyatt do that?
As Drew looks at this in shock, Wyatt takes his nearest hand and starts manipulating the joints just like his former partner Pete Dunne used to do as Drew grits his teeth, bearing the pain but when Bray snaps the fingers, Galloway cries out and pulls his hand away from Bray and turns his back to him, holding it gingerly. Wyatt puts his hands on Drew’s turned back and rakes down it with his fingers as Galloway cries out in pain again which causes Bray to laugh but suddenly Drew turns around and decks him as he staggers backward, Drew following up with a Pump Kick to the chest to put Bray in the corner. Drew remains in pursuit as he grabs a fistful of Bray’s hair and shouts, ”Bring me The Fiend!” in his ear. As Drew draws away so that he can look at Bray, Bray is smiling which further angers Drew as he starts lighting into the chest of his opponent with a Knife Edge Chop flurry.
After several have connected, Drew stops and asks Bray, ”What’s your answer now?”. Bray continues to smile at Drew, further angering the Scotsman as he grabs Bray’s throat with both hands and starts choking him out in the corner. The referee tries to pull Galloway off of him but it’s not working so he begins counting.
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a disqualification, Bray Wyatt!
Drew keeps strangling the life out of Wyatt when suddenly, the lights go out. When they come back on, Drew is alone in the ring, the sound of Bray’s laughter being heard throughout the arena as Revolution continues.
We see Kacy standing backstage, wearing her usual wrestling gear, in blue, alongside small black glasses. She then looks into the camera and speaks. She had brown hair and blue and purple gear on. She had black glasses on that she slipped up as she smiled. She was still adjusting to wearing them and would need time to do so. But at least she didn't need to wear them in ring, though was thinking about it.
Hiii! Kacy here! I can't wait to start in this promotion. You may know me as a former American Ninja Warrior champion. That background is going to be evident in my own daredevil style. I'll jump off anything to make a point and fans love me for it. But I intend to do one thing. Show that even though I am not too experienced, that I will survive this business and that I do belong here! But the main thing for me to prove is that my athleticism is the one way I will get through this. But alongside you guys, the fans, I look forward to seeing where this goes! Byeeee!
She said as the scene faded off, with her skipping off like her idol, AJ Lee.
We open up to a set that looks like Piper's Pit.
We hear the bagpipes and the fans are mixed as to how to feel about the person they are about to see. We than see Roddy Piper make his way out wearing his usual kilt, a leather jacket and he is doing his I Love You to the fans. He grabs a mic and walks on set and he raises the mic.
Roddy Piper: What's up UWF fans. I have finally arrived here in the UWF. The man that everybody fears is here in the UWF to set the record straight.
We hear the fans start to cheer as Piper is getting upset. He raises the mic again.
Roddy Piper: Shut your damn mouths!!! I don't need you to cheer for me!! As a matter of fact I don't even want you to even say my name. I'm here to change the dynamic around here. A lot of the "boys" in the back have been too comfortable but now there is somebody in the UWF that isn't here to dance with any of you back there. The Hot Rod is here for two things.
The fans are booing Piper out of the building as he smirks and raises the mic.
Roddy Piper: I came to the UWF to kick ass and chew bubble gum and I'm all out of bubble gum. I don't care who I get my hands on first here in the UWF. You are going to be in for the fight of your life and UWF you are put on notice by Hot Rod!!!!
Piper slams the mic down and his entrance music plays as the crowd boos. Piper smirks and walks off the Piper's Pit set as we fade to black.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our main event for the evening and it is a fatal four way match for the Number One Contendership to the UWF Intercontinental Championship that is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first:
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.
Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa and weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
Chimel: And the first of his opponents...
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.
Chimel: And the next opponent...
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.
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.
Tony Chimel: From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!
Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.
DING DING!
The bell rings and all hell breaks loose as Punk takes right off at Sami Zayn and drives him into a corner with a running forearm smash to the face. Zayn hits the turnbuckles hard and Punk moves right in with stiff shots to the kidneys from alternating fists. Meanwhile, WARHORSE moves on Rollins and the pair tie up, but then the 'HORSE steps out with Rollins' wrist in hand and twists the arm in a wrench. WARHORSE throws Rollins in an Irish whip and then doubles over for the back body drop, but seconds too soon as Rollins catches him with a facebreaker knee smash! WARHORSE stumbles backward clutching his nose as Rollins rushes him, hitting a clothesline that sends both men over the ropes to the outside. Meanwhile, Punk has switched fists for shin as he delivers a series of stiff kicks to the sternum, looking to take the wind right out of Sami's lungs. Zayn is defenseless against the first few blows before getting his arms up to catch the leg. He then pushes out of the corner, forcing Punk to hop backwards on one foot, before the self-proclaimed Best in the World leaps into the air and delivers a leg-fed enzuigiri to the side of Zayn's head! Sami falls to the canvas and rolls out of the ring as Punk recovers and surveys the empty ring with a smile, the fans popping at the sight.
Tom Phillips: We're minutes into this contest and CM Punk has taken the high ground all for himself after forcing Sami Zayn from the squared circle.
Mauro Ranallo: While it's true that you want to be the last man standing in one of these Fatal 4 Way contests, it's a little early for Punk to hang his hat on that achievement right now.
Corey Graves: You've got that right, Mauro! That bum should be taking the fight to his opponents but instead he's slacking off! A true champion like Sami wouldn't make that mistake.
Punk moves to exit the ring and take the fight to Zayn, but as he steps through the ropes a recovered Zayn blatantly thumbs him in the eye! Punk's hung up on the ropes as he clutches at the eye and the fans boo, but Zayn simply grins as he darts up the ring steps, tucking Punk's head under an arm and pulling him through the ropes, spiking his skull with a DDT onto the floor! The impact leaves Punk ragdolled as the fans continue to boo, Sami simply shrugging before entering the ring. There he finds Rollins, and the pair immediately tie up. Rollins drives Zayn back into the ropes as they jostle for position, but Zayn lifts a knee and connects with Rollins' gut, doubling him over. Zayn then leaps over into a sunset flip powerbomb, sitting out for the cover!
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...NO! WARHORSE breaks up the pin!
And he does so unceremoniously, charging straight at Zayn and hoofing him in the face! Sami falls back into the ropes and WARHORSE grabs the top one for leverage as he begins stomping away at the tag team champion's sternum, connecting more or less in the same spot as Punk had been with his earlier shin kicks. This goes one for five or six stomps before WARHORSE is pulled out of the ring by a recovered Punk; the two begin to brawl on the outside. Meanwhile, Rollins finds his vertical base as Sami begins crawling for a turnbuckle, and the Messiah runs straight at him, delivering a Curb Stomp to the applause of the audience! Seth hooks the leg!
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...NO! Zayn gets a foot on the ropes!
Graves: Quick thinking by the UWF World Tag Champion there. That's the kind of brilliance that we need more of here in the UWF.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I’m surprised you get away with calling yourself Corey being that much of a mark.
Before Rollins can do anything, Sami rolls out of the ring and moves toward the barricade, looking for a breather. Unfortunately, Seth has no intention of allowing that separation as he runs the ropes and comes back between the top and middle with a suicide dive that sends the World Tag Champion into the barricade! Sami hits hard as Seth lands on his feet, then spins right around into a hard smack to the face from the Architect who follows up by grabbing a fistful of Sami's hair and sending him smashing into the ring steps! Sami cries out as the fans cheer the brutality of Rollins, who is all the while being driven forward by a shouting Paul Heyman. Rollins starts stomping on his prone target and doesn't let up until he's hit from behind with a double ax handle from WARHORSE! This causes the Architect to stumble a bit and WARHORSE grabs him by the hair, smashing his face off the top of the ring steps before rolling him into the ring. WARHORSE slides in after and immediately runs the ropes, coming back to hit a big ol' leg drop on the Messiah, staying on top for the cover but not even getting a one-count for the effort.
Phillips: Kickout at one by Seth Rollins. WARHORSE should know he'll need to do a lot more to keep the Architect down.
Ranallo: You can't blame a man for trying at an easy victory, though!
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I blame Warhorse for a lot of things, Mauro.
WARHORSE pulls Rollins to his base and sends him into the corner, but as he does, Punk slides into the ring and grabs his shoulder, spinning him around into a smack to the face! The blow sends WARHORSE reeling into the ropes, but he rebounds right into a big boot attempt. Punk, however, has it scouted, ducking under the boot and sweeping WARHORSE's planted leg, sending him crashing to the canvas on his backside. Punk then takes a full mount on his prone opponent and begins to rain MMA-style strikes onto his painted face, delivering five quick and brutal blows before his opponent covers up. Punk quickly pushes to his vertical base but as he does, Rollins rushes him looking for a clothesline; Punk, however, counters it into a takedown and locks in the Anaconda Vise! The fans pop as Punk applies maximum torque from the hop, trying to force an immediate tap out! Rollins claws at the air and then at Punk, trying to break free of the hold.
Ranallo: Punk counters brilliantly into the Anaconda Vise and he might be the man to challenge AJ Styles for that Intercontinental Championship!
Graves: Oh come on, Mauro, we both know Seth's not going to tap this easy!
As Punk continues to work the hold, Seth actually grabs his lip ring and pulls hard on it, causing Punk to scream out. It's a dirty move, but it's effective as the Second City Saint releases the submission to try and pry Seth's hand open, but before he can, Rollins rips the piercing out of Punk's lip, causing it to bust open and start bleeding freely. Punk rolls out onto the apron holding his bleeding lip as Rollins rolls for the apron on the opposite side to take a breather, discarding Punk's lip ring on the floor as he does so.
Phillips: What an absolutely brutal escape the Messiah just made from that Anaconda Vise.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Who wears a lip ring to a freakin’ fight? Honestly!
Unfortunately for both men, their opponents have no intention of allowing any separation. Sami actually finds Punk on the apron and starts pummeling him with clubbing blows to the chest while WARHORSE, having found his vertical base, starts stomping between the ropes on Rollins. After several stomps, WARHORSE forces Rollins off the apron with his boot, driving the former champion to the floor. He then turns to find Zayn pummeling Punk and runs for the ropes, aiming to hit a baseball slide! Unfortunately, Zayn has it scouted and sidesteps and the WARHORSE slides right out of the ring. Still, he manages to land on his feet, and with a quick pivot he faces Zayn and the pair begin to brawl. The fans are into it, especially as WARHORSE starts getting the upper hand in the dust-up by throwing some hard strikes. One sends Sami reeling, and that's all the opportunity WARHORSE needs as he rushes the tag champion and grounds him with a lariat. With that done, he rolls back into the ring to pursue Punk, who is crawling for a turnbuckle. As he moves for it, WARHORSE steps right over him, then pulls him up in a half-and-half clutch and hits the suplex! WARHORSE goes for the cover.
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...NO! Punk kicks out at 2 1/2!
Ranallo: A very close cover attempt by WARHORSE there, but CM Punk shows tremendous resilience in kicking out of that brutal half and half suplex.
Phillips: DON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER, WARHORSE. RULE HIS ASS!
WARHORSE heads for the turnbuckle and starts climbing, intending to put his foe away with an elbow drop. But as he reaches the top, Rollins climbs up onto the apron and pushes him off. WARHORSE actually lands on his feet however, and he charges at Rollins. But the Messiah uses the rope as a slingshot and hits a crossbody! Rollins stays on for the cover!
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...NO! WARHORSE gets a foot on the ropes!
Rollins immediately rolls away and recovers his vertical base as he runs at the recovering WARHORSE looking for his second Curb Stomp of the match, but he's blindsided by a springboarding Sami Zayn who connects flush to the head with a dropkick that sends Rollins tumbling out of the ring. Sami then grabs WARHORSE for himself, pulling him into a suplex clutch before delivering a brainbuster! Zayn hooks the leg.
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2...
...NO! CM Punk breaks up the cover!
Ranallo: CM Punk does his best to keep the match alive here after that devastating brainbuster by Sami Zayn.
Graves: The ref counted awfully slowly on that one. Sami should have just won this match!
As Zayn finds his feet Punk is on him, driving him back into the corner before delivering those same kicks he landed earlier in the match. But on the third, Sami catches the leg and pushes out of the corner, before pulling Punk in and hitting a devastating exploder suplex into the turnbuckles! Punk folds like laundry after the impact, and Zayn stumbles away clutching his chest and laughing before doing a little jig. It's at that point that Rollins strikes with a running blow to the back, sending Sami into the corner. He immediately rushes his foe and catches him in an Olympic Slam clutch, but Sami manages to slip free as he's lifted and lands behind Seth! Zayn grabs Seth's hair and pulls his head back before driving it foreward into the turnbuckle, rocking his opponent. Zayn then whips Rollins into the corner opposite and runs at him, connecting with the Helluva Kick! The fans boo as Sami falls on top for the cover!
1...
2...
...NO! WARHORSE breaks the pin with an elbow drop!
Phillips: FUCK YEAH, BROTHER!
The WARHORSE starts to climb the turnbuckle at the foot of which lies Punk, but as he goes up, Punk finds enough life to shake the rope, causing WARHORSE to fall down on his tailbone! Punk then uses the ropes to find his vertical base before shoving WARHORSE off the top and to the floor outside! As the dazed Punk turns, Zayn charges at him but the Best in the World has it scouted and ducks, lifting Zayn up and dropping him on the knee with the Go To Sleep! The fans pop as an exhausted and battered Punk falls on top of Zayn for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, and the NEW No. 1 Contender
to the UWF Intercontinental Championship:
CM PUNK!
Ranallo: The tenacity of CM Punk was on full display here tonight as he prevailed over three very game opponents and now he has punched his ticket to a shot at AJ Styles' Intercontinental Championship.
Phillips: Coming into this match, everyone called him a loser and wrote him off, but Punk has shown that he still has what it takes to win when all the chips are on the table here in the Ultimate Wrestling Federation.
Graves: That was a cheap win! He took advantage of everyone else's work!
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Well well, lightning strikes again.
Punk's music hits the soundsystem but the man is on his back, still dazed and more than a little confused after an intense bout. With the help of the official, he's able to find his feet and finally have his arm raised.
As Punk celebrates his win, Styles removes his headset and rises from his place at commentary. The Intercontinental Champion picks his title up off the announce table and holds it high in the air, staring straight at Punk who in turn stares back as the show comes to its close.
-=END OF SHOW=-
Credits:
Swoggle/Rikishi, Wyatt/Galloway - Dresden
Abyss/Guevara, Cena/Sydal, Styles/Mysterio - Danny
Go/Christian - Fauche
Michaels/Orton - Rey
Fatal 4-Way- Crann
