Revolution 3/10/21

[Danny]

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



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

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: We’ve got John Cena taking on Bray Wyatt in non-title competition.

Mauro Ranallo: Also Abyss versus Matt Sydal.

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

Tom Phillips: WARHORSE and Seth Rollins square off against Randy Orton and Rey Mysterio.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, AJ Styles defends the Intercontinental Championship against CM Punk.

Mauro Ranallo: But first in a triple threat, Roddy Piper versus Kacy Catanzaro versus Edge and that match is next.


DING! DING!


Tony Chimel: The following contest is a triple threat match! Already in the ring, from Glen Ridge, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at 95 lbs, Katy Catanzaro!

Kacy is frustrated at Tony getting her name wrong and asks her to correct it. Instantly. Now. Or death.

Tony Chimel: Kacy Catanzaro! And from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at 241 lbs, Edge!

Edge raises his arm like a generic jobber. Look how far he’s fallen. Look where we are folks, this is a hall of fame worthy wrestler. HALL OF FAME WORTHY.



Roddy Piper makes his way out wearing his usual kilt, white Hot Rod t-shirt and has a leather jacket over his shirt. He makes his way to the ring doing the I Love sign with his fingers but he is all business. 

Tony Chimel: Coming down the aisle from Glasgow, Scotland weighing 235 pounds The Rowdy Scot Rowdy Roddy Piper!!!

The fans boo Hot Rod as he makes his way out. He jaws with the fans and he steps into the ring and takes his leather jacket off and hands it to the ring attendant. He takes his t-shirt off and throws it outside the ring and he takes off his kilt and he twirls it and places it on the apron and the ring attendant takes it and puts it with Piper's jacket.


DING! DING!


Instantly, Roddy Piper runs across the ring and decks out Edge with a punch to the face, knocking him clean out. Kacy collapses back into the corner, in shock, sitting on the bottom turnbuckle.

Mauro Ranallo: WOW! A punch sparking out the hall of famer, Edge.

Tom Phillips: Is Kacy ok?

Roddy looks around at the shocked faces of Edge getting completely cleaned out like that. He sits collapsed, eyes closed. Kacy’s eyes dart rapidly and she has no idea of what just happened, or how to feel about it. A so called daredevil looking really out of her element. Roddy laughs, confused why people are so devastated by it.

He starts walking around the ring, leaving Edge collapsed in the corner. Kacy really doesn’t want to be near Roddy, she’s terrified of him after that. A man way over double her weight just got cleaned out easy by this man, Roddy Piper. Hell, Edge even weighs more than him.

Corey Graves: I think we see who’s the most dominant here, ladies and gentlemen.

Tom Phillips: And I don’t think it’s Edge.

Mauro Ranallo: Or Kacy for that matter.

Roddy lunges at Kacy, and she screams out in fear, erupting in tears knowing it’d just be complete pain if she were to endure the type of punishment Roddy Piper is capable of. Roddy laughs and points down at the traumatised Kacy Catanzaro.

Roddy then turns around, and then slips up the ring apron. He slides out a chair, and then throws it on in the ring. Kacy quickly grabs a hold of it, thinking she’ll use it to fend off the mean Roddy Piper.

Corey Graves: Kacy is acting like a child here, but chairs are legal in a triple threat match, so I wouldn’t knock the strategy.

Mauro Ranallo: Could she not just fight off Roddy by, I don’t know, wrestling?

Corey Graves: Why wrestle when you have a chair?

Roddy laughs at Kacy holding the chair, holding back more tears than she’s already shed. Roddy rolls into the ring, fearless, and goes up to Kacy, and gets close to her, but she backs away. He continues to walk on up to her, but she keeps backing away, not taking the fight to him despite having the weapon.

He asks her, “what are you going to do with that, then?” as he continues to trail along with her. She then swings to go hit Roddy, but he dodges out of the way, and pushes Kacy by the back of her head.

Tom Phillips: Just completely bullying Kacy here.

Kacy topples over, onto the chair, and quickly turns around in an attempt to throw it at Roddy, but inside of it hitting him like intended, he just catches it with his two hands, and then takes it by the handles, gesturing with it like he’s about to hit her, but she quickly rolls away to a far corner, away from Roddy and resumes her stream of tears.

Roddy takes sympathy on the absolute emotional wreck that is Kacy Catanzaro, well in this version anyway, and turns to Edge, still knocked out in the corner. He drags Edge from his leg into the middle of the ring. He then looks over at Kacy, who just looks back at him angered and slightly confused.

Mauro Ranallo: Taking it to Edge?

Piper lifts the chair above his head, and then swings it down hard and smacks down on the head of Edge, brutally, knocking spit out from the grounded impact. Kacy looks over in horror at the brutal Roddy Piper.

He laughs yet again, looking back over to them, and then turns Edge over, and hooks the leg.


ONE!

TWO!

TH-


Roddy lifts the head of Edge, and laughs over yet again over at Kacy Catanzaro, who is begging him to stop and to make all of this end, for things to go back to the way they were before this installment of Revolution, jumping planes, and being a carefree daredevil, and not being a witness to a murder.

Mauro Ranallo: It’s clear to Roddy that he hasn’t traumatised Kacy Catanzaro enough tonight.

Corey Graves: What about Edge! He’s a hall of famer and he’s getting his head caved in!

Roddy stands up again, and grabs the chair, lifting the chair up above his head, and slamming it down with more impact than the first, as a slight splatter of blood comes out of the mouth of Edge.

He laughs, and kneels down, he takes his fingers to get up some of that blood. He looks at it intently on his fingers. To say Kacy is horrified is beyond words at all of this brutalisation would be an understatement.

Tom Phillips: The referee needs to tell Roddy Piper to knock it off.

Corey Graves: Well, no disqualifications, Tom, he can’t really do anything!

Roddy walks over to Kacy and she struggles as he towers over her and traps her, smearing the blood of Edge over her cheek. She screams as he does this, in the ever trauma she’s experiencing, she’s struggling to cope with it.

Roddy gets off Kacy as she quickly rolls out of the ring, and begins hyperventilating on the outside from the immense torture Piper is persuing.

Mauro Ranallo: I think that’s it for Kacy, I don’t think she can handle any more.

Roddy swings the chair up and then slams it down on the ribs of Edge, to finish off the deal, and then drops the chair, rolling him flat out on his back and hooks both legs, as the referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING!




Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Roddy Piper.

Kacy is still not fine, hyperventilating on the outside, as Roddy grins inside the ring with his arm raised. Not someone to be messed with. They roll Edge onto a stretcher as we head elsewhere.



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

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



The Number One Contender for the UWF Intercontinental Championship walks purposefully into the shot. There's a determination etched into his visage - a settled, dedicated confidence. He nods in greeting as he takes a spot next to Renee.

Young: Punk, thanks for joining me. Tonight, you're face off against AJ Styles in the main event for the Intercontinental Championship - a huge rematch set up by your victory in the fatal four-way last week. What are your thoughts on picking up your biggest win since coming back, and how do you feel heading into this title match?

After a short scratch of his temple, Punk shrugs apologetically - maybe even a bit dismissively.

Punk: Ya know there's been a lot of talk. A lot. About me. By me. Some people say I talk too much. But just like I did last week... tonight... well, tonight I'm gonna do my talking in that ring. I'll let my actions speak for me and once I'm the man with the belt, I promise I'll have a lot more to say. Till then...

Brooks turns to the camera and flashes a single wave before heading off in the other direction. Renee looks taken aback by the brevity of the exchange and the curt departure. She watches Punk leave, a bit confused, a bit annoyed, a bit intrigued. Revolution continues elsewhere.


As Revolution continues, the camera pans to a field where two men land with parachutes, the parachutes falling behind them as their feet touch the ground.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Tell me again how skydiving was supposed to help us find the Funhouse.

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: A better viewpoint? I think you’re just a thrillseeker. Anyway, it’s been a week and we still aren’t any closer to finding it than when we first started looking.

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: How are new glasses going to help? Especially when I don’t wear glasses in the first place?

Rhino shrugs.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Let’s just keep looking, it’s bound to be somewhere.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: already in the ring, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds, Matt Sydal!

Matt poses for the crowd as the introductions continue.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...


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

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Sydal starts teeing off on, “The Monster” with repeated strikes as he reacts to each one as you’d expect a big man getting punched by a smaller opponent to react but they don’t seem to be having much effect other than that. Matt notices this and pivots his body around quickly, connecting with a kick to the abdomen but Abyss catches his leg around the ankle. Matt hops a few times on one leg before the big man pushes the leg forcefully forward as Sydal hits the mat but rolls with his legs going over his head as he stands up, his back to the ropes. Abyss stalks after him like the murderer in a slasher film as Matt puts his arms out to each side and grips the top rope, leaping up and wrapping his legs around the head of, “The Monster”, interlocking them at the ankles behind Abyss’ head but as he swings downward and at an angle for the Hurracanrana attempt, Abyss knees him in between the shoulder blades as Matt hangs there lifelessly, Abyss locking his arms around the waist and dumping Sydal on his head with an awkward looking Piledriver.

Tom Phillips: Ouch!

Mauro Ranallo: What lack of regard for his opponent’s safety!

Corey Graves: You think a guy like Abyss cares about the safety of others? He’s far from a gentle giant, Mauro!

Despite the awkward landing, Matt manages to get to his hands and knees as he starts to get up but Abyss brings his fists together above his head and swings them downward, clobbering him with a Double Axe Handle to the upper back that causes him to lie flat. Abyss now reaches down and palms the back of Matt’s neck with his right hand as he lifts straight up and sets Sydal back on his feet, Matt delivering a straight punch to the stomach as Abyss lets go, Matt straightening up his posture before grabbing the shoulders of his hunched over opponent and delivering raised knee strikes to the chest and midsection. Sydal manages to lock his arms around Abyss’ now and spikes the big man head first into the mat with a Double Arm DDT. As Abyss rolls onto his back, Sydal goes for a Standing Moonsault but Abyss gets his knees up and Matt lands on them abdomen first as he also lands on his feet and staggers back into the ropes, lightly leaning into them as he comes off of them lightly, still staggering, as the big man is up to a vertical base and goozles him, lifting him and planting him into the mat with a devastating Chokeslam. Upon impact, Abyss keeps hold of the throat of his opponent as he goozles him with the other hand and lifts him up quickly to the height of his lift as he lets go, Matt falling onto his shoulders as Abyss connects with the Shock Treatment!

Tom Phillips: What startling power on both the throw and the catch!

Mauro Ranallo: And that landing, too! Mamma Mia!

Corey Graves: You guys can see the size difference, can’t you? This is what big guys like Abyss do to small frys like Matt Sydal!

Matt lies there as Abyss reaches down and grabs him by both wrists, pulling him from the mat up to his feet as he does a forceful Irish Whip into the far ropes. As Matt comes off them, “The Monster” catches him and connects with the Black Hole Slam. On impact, Abyss still has him hooked as he pulls Matt up and sets him on his feet again, releasing him but as he does, Sydal pivots around and connects with a Pele’ Kick. As Abyss staggers backward, Matt runs at him and follows up with a Slingblade as he takes the big man off his feet. Matt goes to the top now but as he does, he suddenly slips and lands awkwardly to gasps from the audience as Father James Mitchell is seen laughing deviously.



Tom Phillips: James must’ve greased the turnbuckle!

Mauro Ranallo: Or cast some sort of spell!

Corey Graves: Whatever he did, he’s definitely enjoying the payoff.

Sydal is not moving as Abyss approaches him and reaches down, grabbing his wrists again as he pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Sydal comes off, he falls victim to another Black Hole Slam as, “The Monster” goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Abyss!

As Abyss celebrates the win before exiting the ring, the cameras get a shot of the downed Sydal who still isn’t moving as Revolution continues.



As Revolution continues, things head to a backstage area where AJ Styles is standing by with his Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you, Punk? It’s just like I said in that ring, you haven’t learned a damn thing but lucky for you, the, “Demi God” isn’t a teacher that minds repeating lessons. If I have to get my point across by literally beating it into your thick skull, I’ll do that, somebody just needs to bring me a hammer. You think me beating you is the only way to truly become accomplished, to reach that godly tier, but this isn’t your heyday anymore and I’ve already beat you twice so doing it again means little more than beating someone like Hornswoggle at this point. And take a look, a real look, because I’ve already reached that godly tier. My strength has become divine and my abilities have sharpened and become richer as a result. It’s a shame for you, you couldn’t even hang with my, “Phenomenal” form and you’re going to try to best my ascended state of, “Demi God”? Well you’re welcome to try, but I don’t foresee you succeeding. And if you somehow do, well, you’re just putting a target on you painted just like the one that’s on Bray Wyatt. In other words, I see something I want and then I take it, so if you take what’s mine, it’s only a matter of time before I take it back. So really, it’s lose-lose for you, just like it always is.

AJ smiles and pats his title as Revolution continues elsewhere.


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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back along with Drake Maverick. The fans are cheering, happy to forget the dastardly deeds this man once did.



He walks down the ramp and enters the ring where there are two podiums, one configured with a mic for speaking, the other a platform with a silk cloth over it, hiding the contents below.

EC3: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I have some big news regarding a match at Wrestlemania. As we all know, Bray Wyatt will be defending the UWF Championship against AJ Styles. The fate of the Intercontinental Championship may be decided tonight and Randy Orton has staked his claim at the Television Championship and from what I hear from Mysterio's camp, he's likely going to issue the challenge. So while the title scenes may be booked up, I've been known to give out opportunities for those who show initiative. That's why I've decided to brig back a certain stipulation that my assistant here introduced back on Resistance. Drake if you will.

Drake Maverick grabs the covering and removes it revealing a plastered shoulder up body with a medal hanging from it's neck.



EC3: I give to you all, the Prime Time Medal.

The crowd cheers for the Prime Time name but medal?

EC3: While it may no longer be a championship in it's own right, the Prime Time Medal will be defended in every singles match. Win 3 times, and you may trade in that medal for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship at a later date. The medal is vacated and then the process starts all over again with new worthy challengers. But speaking of worthy challengers, two men have been impressive as of late and I could think of no better people to compete for this Medal at Wrestlemania. So first, allow me to introduce a man who tore though the tag team division. The man who doesn't let anyone get in his way. The man who was the first Prime Time Champion, Drew Galloway.



"Pet" hits the PA and the fans immediately express their discontent with the arrival of the former Prime Time Champion. Drew Galloway steps out onto the stage and stands at the top of the ramp, taking a moment to pose with his hair hanging over his face before throwing his head back in a roar, prompting even more heat from the crowd.



The "Scottish Psychopath" marches deliberately down the ramp, ignoring the contempt of the fans as he rounds the ring, then climbs slowly up the ring steps and passes over the top rope into the squared circle. The big Scot looks around at the angry audience with a smirk, then walks one full circle around the plaster model sporting the Prime Time medal before looking to Carter with an impassive expression. Finally, he steps to one side of the ring to collect a microphone offered to him from ringside and turns it on to address the audience and the owner of the UWF.

DREW GALLOWAY
The Prime Time medal. Well, Ethan, they say tae expect just about anythin' in this business but if you told me that I'd be competin' for a Prime Time prize again a week ago, I'd have laughed you out o' the room. Still, here it is, and here you are, an' I have tae say that while I think this is less than I deserve after chokin' your world champion tae the point he ran away from me, well... I'll take it.

The fans boo as Drew reaches for the medal, only to have Maverick step between him and the trinket. The Scot glares at Drake, then looks back at Carter.

Oh, right. Two men. "Worthy challengers." Well let me tell you somethin', Carter: it doesn't matter who you put in my way, I've been cuttin' down every opponent in my path an' one more isn't goin' tae make a difference. You could book me against the whole locker room an' my hand would still be raised at the end o' the night, with this medal being hung on my shoulders. I don't think I need tae remind anyone that I was the first and best Prime Time Champion, the only one worth rememberin' who carried that title an' cashed its stipulation, an' it's goin' tae be the same damn story this time out o' the gates. But I'm in a mood tae humour you, so let's see who you've got in store, which poor meat puppet you think is goin' tae be able tae stop the momentum o' the Scottish Psychopath. Bring that lamb out so he can start gettin' ready for the slaughter.

EC3: Well speaking of your opponent. He's a bona fide legend in UWF. A former World Heavyweight Champion who father time bows to. He just recently made his return and now he's set to light up the grandest stage of them all. I give you, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!

Just then, Shawn Michaels would appear on that big screen in the arena to a huge applause from the audience. Michaels nodded and arrogantly smacked his gum, as the cheers slowly subsided. Sitting in the locker room area, Michaels has opted to appear from the backstage area, rather than make the walk down to the ring. Says a lot about how much Michaels thinks about this "accolade".



Shawn Michaels: Yeah, appreciate that intro, boss-man. Lemme tell ya' somethin' right now .. I'm happy to be competing at WrestleMania but let's be honest - The Heartbreak Kid deserves a hell of a lot more than facing some punk who couldn't hack it in the tag division - but I'm gonna' do what Shawn Michaels does best that make chicken salad out of chicken shit. Now, before you kiddies on the internet start foaming at the mouth that I'm disrespectful and that I view the Prime Time Medal as a demotion - let me set the record straight. Competing at WrestleMania, regardless of where I'm at on the card, is special to The Heartbreak Kid. They don't call me Mister WrestleMania for nothing, pal. But the fact of the matter is that Shawn Michaels wants one thing and one thing only, and that's the UWF World Championship. So, being forced to compete for essentially contendership to the Intercontinental Championship - especially after I already beat CM Punk's ass - let's just say I'm not too thrilled about it. Now, you throw into the mix the fact that I'm facing off against a hack like Drew Galloway and now you've got a recipe for a pissed off Shawn Michaels. And the whole world knows that is NOT something that EC3 or the UWF wants on their hands.

Michaels chuckled and smiled, chomping on his gum some more, as Galloway watched on from the ring, next to Maverick and Ethan Carter III. HBK continued on.

Shawn Michaels: Now, look, I'm not tryin' to come in here and demand the richest prize in the game right off the bat - but let's be honest, folks - there isn't anyone in this company that can hold a candle to The Heartbreak Kid. But, look - I'm going to do the right thing and I'm going to play ball. I'm going to do what I do best and that's show up to WrestleMania and put on a show like only Shawn Michaels can - because Lord knows that this company needs me to do it. Now, I know Drew was trudging along in the tag team division, virtually failing at every opportunity presented to him - and I know he's probably excited about the opportunity to compete for the Prime Time Medal - because, let's face it - the guy's career needs a shot in the arm in the worst possible way. But I hate to spoil the party for ya, Braveheart - you ain't walkin' away with that medal. If this company is going to make me start from the bottom and climb my way to the top - so be it. I'm not afraid of puttin' in the hard work. Like I said, I got big aspirations, but I'm not going to overlook what's in front of me. And what's in front of me is a chance at proving to those two dicks in suits that Shawn Michaels deserves a hell of a lot more than The Prime Time Medal. Drew, you better bring your A-game, because now - I've got a chip on my shoulder and that doesn't bode well for you. That Medal, whether I want it or not, is coming home with The Heartbreak Kid. You can bet your last dollar on it.

Michaels snarled and stared into the camera as Galloway mouthed something to him that the camera wasn't able to pick up. The match was set and now the two were on a warpath for WrestleMania!




We enter the funhouse as Bray Wyatt seems to be sitting down on a rocking chair, waving hello to the audience.



Bray Wyatt: Hiiii everyone, and Welcome to the Firefly Funhouse! I’m so happy to see ya’ll again, last week I got a little busy having fun with my new friend Drew that I left the house a mess. But it’s hard not to get excited about brand new friendships, especially one with someone so stuck in their own bubble. I mean we can all agree, the best part of bubbles is the exciting moment they are busted. And you know me kids, I love to burst peoples bubbles and show them the reality of their situations. But tonight I get to catch up with my ole buddy John Cena! And if anything needs their reality checked, or should I say…Attitude Adjusted, hee hee, it’s my good buddy Johnathan. He’s changed over the years, almost as drastically as I have. But while I’ve fixed myself along the way, it seems Cena has gone from one state of broken to another entirely different manner of broken.

Suddenly you hear a turntable scratching sound effect and as Bray looks over, he sees Ramblin' Rabbit on the piano, sportin some dope as heck glasses as he interrupts.



Ramblin’ Rabbit: Yo dude, you’re totally off on this one Bray, John Cena is the best man and he’s back to his cool rapping roots! It’s the John Cena we’ve all been waiting for, he's the bomb diggity fresh and I'm so excited to meet him. I totally want him to sign my nuts.

As Ramblin reaches down with his two 'hands' and pulls up a back of peanuts and a sharpie alongside it, barely holding both, a loud bark is heard and the camera switches over.



Damien The Dog: Silence! Rapping…Roots? Is this some intellectually deficit compliment of some sort? Rhyming in nonsensical manners, all in the name of sophomoric…and I do use this word lightly in this context…”Humor”. It’s nothing more than appalling, and quite frankly if Mr. Cena would have listened to me all those years ago he would have been the top of this company many times over. However, he chose to ignore my enlightenment and instead spent so much time wading in the sea of iniquity and ineptitude that I believe him at this point to have evolved to grow gills and live in that sea instead of drowning in it like a normal human being would.

As Damien turns his head up and hops away, another cheaply made puppet emerges as Cabrito speaks for the first time in a while.

Cabrito: Orale I don’ know nothing bout all that, but John and I? We go waay back homie, chale as a matter o fact the reason I made my name known and got hired by Escobar is cause-of lo que hice against John Cena. Naide…Nobody thought I stood a chance, pero mira lo que paso. Look what happened, I proved em all wrong, y sabes que? Todavia somos pocos pero locos, mugrosos so no te pones tranquilo-

Bray Wyatt interrupts

Bray Wyatt: Okay Okay, I think we under-

Before Wyatt can Continue, Rhodey The Horse, looking Grotesque in this form pops up next to him to speak.



Rhodey The Horse: Enough of that, because if anyone knows John Cena it’s me. Before this company even got off the ground, it was John Cenas World Heavyweight Championship that I gained to fulfill my destiny. And that same night it was taken away, it lead me to the career I accumulated here in the UWF and it all spiraled from that night. And there isn’t-

Bray Wyatt: Whoa Oh, calm down there Rhodey, we don’t want you getting spooked and start causing a disaster with those beautiful kicks of yours. I think it’s safe to say John, in every comeback he’s had over the years, is tightly linked with a lot of my friends here in the Funhouse. Even some you would not expect, but that mean ole Elephant screams a lot so let’s not get him riled up either. Fact of the matter is, I know everything about you John. Even if you talk different and have a new girlfriend to sit in a tree with, I know you inside and out, but you still cannot comprehend me. So trust me when I tell you that I know exactly how to deal with you, and turn your greatest strengths into your own most feared weaknesses. You think I can’t see you, but you will NEVER see me coming…But even that which you think, has a solution…because my eyes are open and with a little help…

Bray Wyatt stays staring into the camera, when his hand moves up and slides reading glasses unto his face.



I’ll be able to see EVERYTHING! These are my cheaters, and they make me a nightmare for you John. Because You’re not facing the Average Saiyan warrior anymore, I have gone a level beyond that, I am now Bray Wyatt with Glasses and there isn’t a place on this earth you can go to hide from me. HAHAH-HAHA-HAHH-Ha…

The screen glitches out and suddenly we're somewhere else entirely, or so it would seem, as Wyatt rocks on his rocking chair.



Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect. What is it exactly, you’ve ever had to hustle for John? You get outta bed and work your muscles up day in an day out since you were growing up, and it’s afforded you with open doors. Do ya work hard, sure John, but getting up and making sure you got your free ticket ready aint the same as hustling your entire life for opportunities not meant for you. Loyalty, John you’ve betrayed every so called friend you’ve ever had, and the worst of it all it’s always been in a manner that doesn’t paint you as the Bad guy. You drive them crazy until they fight back, and make them the aggressor, you manipulate the souls of other men and do it while saving face. Which leads me to, what in this world does John Cena Respect? Not the virtue of the three words he’s had printed on his shirts and sweatbands, not the craft he’s muscled himself into, the only thing John Cena respects is his himself. And now with a clean slate in UWF, you look to built yet another kingdom atop this foundation you’ve falsely claimed…but now I’m not the newcomer challenging the establishment. I AM the Establishment John, and I will break your bedrock of lies in a heap just like I will your body. You spend your life, looking down on people, but Johnny Johnny Johnny, now it is time for you to look up…at the Buzzards flying over your head…RuN

The screen again starts to get full of static, but as it normalizes we are back in the Funhouse with Wyatt laughing like nothing happened in between.



Oooh I can’t wait to have our fun John, but unfortunately that’s all the time we have this week, so remember my fireflies. I will ALWAYS light the way, and all you have to do…Is LET ME IN…Byyyyeee See Ya! Some of you, SOONER THAN Oooo-Theeeers!


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!

He stands stoically in the ring, awaiting his opponent.




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. The Samoan Superstar stares across the squared circle at his opponent, and Go stares right back. While the fans hurry in from the concessions and merch booths to watch the action, Chimel clears out and the Official ensures both competitors are good to go. Following that, he calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


Go and Rikishi circle the perimeter of the ring, sizing one another up before committing to any offense. It's some real old west gunslinger type stuff. Shiozaki flexes his fingers in and out, readying his grip for some tradish grappling engagement. Rikishi laughs off his opponent's serious demeanor as he shuffle around near the ropes. He slaps his big ol' tummy then points at Go, then points at the ground. Universal sign language. A threat. The Japanese Sueprstar isn't amused.


Ranallo: Shiozaki has garnered a reputation for being unflappable, but leading into this match, he admitted that this one's a bit more personal than his last two bouts here in the UWF.

Phillips: It isn't so much Rikishi's relaxed attitude that's getting under his skin, either. Go says that Rikishi reminds him of the big Gajin stars that would come and compete in Japan - "invaders", he called them.

Graves: I'm not sure how many parallels you can draw between Rikishi and guys like Hansen or Dr. Death, but I see his point.


Shiozaki's seen enough and decides to get things going. He marches towards Rikishi, who's happy to meet him head on. The two sturdy superstars lock up collar-and-elbow, with a power struggle ensuing. The enormous Samoan initially has the advantage, backing his foe up a few paces by throwing his weight into it. After being overwhelmed by this, Shiozaki makes a hasty adjustment and pivots to use that momentum against Rikishi. Pivoting and then spinning him around, Shiozaki forces Rikishi off balance while backing him into a nearby turnbuckle.

With his forearm pressed up against the other man's throat, Shiozaki leans and presses in, smothering Rikishi against the corner post. The Official steps in and demands a clean break. No need for a five count here - Go puts his hands up, immediately breaking loose before taking a cautionary step back. The honor-bound athlete is happy to comply.

Rikishi, on the other hand, ain't about that life, and while Go's stepping off, he shoves him back with two hands right in the chest!


Phillips: Oof! Big shove with a side helping of blatant disrespect from Rikishi!

Graves: Can't say I blame him. Go wasn't exactly very flattering when speaking about him early.


Some of the fans boo while the Referee reprimands Rikishi. Shiozaki is a bit taken aback while the Samoan Superstar challenges him to bring it on. Go rushes in but this time it's his opponent's turn to flip the tables. With some surprising agility, the big man steps aside as the NOAH star rushes in. Go winds up in the corner and when he spins around, Rikishi lands a fast one-two punch to his guts with some illegal closed-fist strikes.

Winded as all heck, Go can't help but to get snatched up and Biel Tossed halfway across the ring by the fella with the size advantage. Shiozaki bounces off the mat on impact, but hurries to get back up. Unfortunately for him, that puts him back in harm's way as Rikishi rams into him with something akin to a Stinger Splash, crushing him against the corner opposite.


Ranallo: Rikishi living up to Shiozaki's comparisons with some Vader-esque bullying out there.

Graves: He'll never match the technical prowess of a guy like Go Shiozaki - this is what he needs to do to get the win.


Rikishi looks out at the crowd, a satisfied grin on his face, before stepping away to let Go stumble out from the corner as he coughs and gasps for air. He then grabs him and scoops him up on to his shoulder, draping his body down with his head aimed towards a mat. The perfect set-up for a Rikishi Driver!

Before he can nail the brutal maneuver, Go slips off his back and shoves his away to make some distance. The Samoan turns around to see what's what and eats a Rolling Elbow for his troubles. Arm bone connects with jaw and comes out on top, with Rikishi left dizzied by the massive strike. While he's staggering away, Go takes a quick moment to catch his breath and regain his composure begore continuing of the offensive. Shiozaki steps forward and reaches out to grab his foe's arm, using that wrist control to Irish Whip him towards the ropes.

The big guy bounces off the cables, the momentum bringing him back into Shiozaki's low dropkick. Go nails him low - just above the knees - with both feet. The impact flips Rikishi over and onto his back. Having landed nearby, its a short trip for Go to roll over and hook a leg for the pin attempt...



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Rikishi kicks out at two!


Phillips: Nice dropkick from Go to set up that pin attempt.

Ranallo: It'll take more than that to keep Rikishi down, though!


The roar of the crowd, the shaking of the ring, the sensational overload of competitive pro-wrestling compounded with the adrenaline pumping through his veins brings a familiar, heightened comfort to Shiozaki. With sweat pouring down his brow and an aching throb in his muscles, he finds himself at home within himself. This is his element. Pumping a fist to get himself even more amped, he stands stall and pulls Rikishi up with him.

Once they're vertical, Shiozaki grabs a hold of his opponent's neck to set up a suplex. Rikishi shifts his weight to cut off any attempts to elevate, however, and in fact manages to counter with a suplex of his own! He hoists Go up and overhead before slamming him back-first into the canvas. The ring shudders with the crash landing. The big man slides over to try for a cover of his own...



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Shiozaki powers out at two! Not discouraged, Rikishi pops right back up and heads to the ropes again before coming back in an awful hurry...


Graves; Rikishi coming in hot!

Ranallo: He's airborn!


Rikishi leaps up just as he's reaching Shiozaki's prone body. He launches his four-hundred pound frame into the air, looking to hit a running Senton on his fallen rival. Go rolls out of the way just in time to avoid getting smashed into smithereens. Rikishi misses and hits nothing but ring. He groans in pain and tries to sit up, only for Go to push him back down to try for a cover. Rikishi just nudges him away before the Ref can get into position though.

The competitors then create some distance, each crawling towards different edges of the squared circle while the use the ropes to help themselves up. Fans start to rile up with the brief interlude in action, with some dueling cheers breaking out amidst the capacity crowd.

Shiozaki storms over towards Rikishi, who's still holding on to the ropes. Go blasts him across the chest with a knife-edged chop. The blistering connections awakens something in the Samoan, who faces down Go with a new intensity in his eyes. Yelling at him, Rikishi dares Shiozaki to hi him like that again. Go obliges, winding up and then whipping his hand into that broad chest. A sickly din of flesh on flesh echoes around the arena, with the fans grimacing. He clamps his eyes shut, grits his teeth and clenches his fists tight, but then Rikishi demands one more for good measure.


Phillips: What's Rikishi doing?

Graves: Some rope-a-dope?

Ranallo: Or forcing Shiozaki to respect his toughness?


Shiozaki doesn't disappoint on his third attempt. He absolutely blasts Rikishi with a vicious chop. This one breaks skin, with a dozen or so blood vessels bursting in the torso. Small sanguine trickles drip down, mixed in with the sweat. Rikishi nods, and manages a smile, to everyone's surprise. Go looks to turn his mood with another strike but Riksihi swats it away before it can land and then wraps up Shiozaki in a domineering Bear Hug!

There's nothing stylish about this submission technique but it's effective nevertheless. Rikishi squeezes the life out of the Japanese Superstar, his hands locked around the body while the arms are pinned to the side. Shiozaki has no recourse - no chance at escape as his opponent's constriction only becomes more severe.


Phillips: Look at Go's face changing colour! He might pass out.

Graves: I bet his ribs are cracking as we speak.


The Official steps in to get a health update but Rikishi isn't interested in winning this by stoppage. He flings Shiozaki overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. Go careens into the base of the turnbuckle, haphazardly crashing against the bottom intersection. Seeing that his opponent has landed in prime position, Rikisi backs up and adjust his tights to set up his signature move. The mans get all kinds of stoked, knowing full well what's coming.


Ranallo: He's going for the Stinkface!

Graves: Talk about adding insult to injury.


Rikishi dashes towards Go, turning to slam his ass into some face but Go falls limp and lifeless out of the way. The Samoan hits the padding, looks down and sees that the other man has collapsed. A bit bummed out, Rikishi just rolls with the punches and goes with it. He spins around, climbs on to the second set of ropes, grabs the top ones on either side and launches off with a Vader Bomb!


Phillips: Vader Bomb!

Ranallo: But Shiozaki gets his knees up!


It's true! Shiozaki gets his knees up just in time and Rikishi takes two shins to his guts on the way down. He rolls away, writing in pain while he clenches some banged up ribs. Go is slow getting to his feet, but sure enough, he finds his way there. He lines his opponent up in his sights, and when Rikishi finally gets vertical again, Shiozaki rushes at him to connect with a Gowan Lariat!

The forearm slams into that busted up chest with astounding force, but Rikishi doesn't go down! The crowd gasps. It's unbelievable. Rikishi's eyes go wide, unable to hide the affect of those reverberations rocking his whole body. He's on wobbly legs but doesn't go down.


Phillips: What the heck is Rikishi even made out of?

Graves: He just got hit with a veritable bunker buster but he's still standing.


Go is as surprised as anyone, but he's not gonna stand there and gawk. He spins around and tries one more time, blasting Rikishi one more time with a Rolling Lariat. This one does the trick, knocking Rikishi clean off his feet to send him down to the canvas. Go drops to make the cover...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
GO SHIOZAKI!


Shiozaki stands and has his hand raised by the Official. He looks down at Rikishi with just a trace amount of admiration - something that certainly wasn't there at the onset of the contest.


Ranallo: A short but hard-fought contest between these two bruisers that ultimately saw Go Shiozaki continue his impressive hot streak to victory.

Phillips: Rikishi showed he's tough as nails but tonight it went to other way.


Rikishi is still coming to, just starting to sit up. With his music playing through the speakers, Shiozaki steps through the ropes and heads up the ramp. He reaches the stage when the lights dim and another song replaces his...



The fans boo as Abyss comes out of the back, Father James Mitchell at his side and Janice in hand. The Monster and his handler storm right past Shiozaki, paying him now mind as they head to the ring.


Ranallo: It's Abyss!

Phillips: He has that... that sick weapon with him, too!

Graves: Father James Mitchell said they had unfinished business with Rikishi...


At first the Official tries to ward them off but when that fails, he scampers off like a coward, leaving the wounded Rikishi alone in the ring. Barely conscious, Rikishi looks up with just enough clarity for his dire circumstances to sink it. He scowls at Abyss while Mitchell cackles nearby. On the Father's orders, Abyss then raises Janice high overhead, ready to wreak some havoc...

But Janice is grabbed from his hands! It's Shiozaki! Go has come back into the ring! He grabs the foreign object right before Abyss can use it, and throws it out of the ring! The Monster turns to see what the heck is even going on. Finding that its Shiozaki all up in his business, he charges, all kinds of pissed off. Go side-steps to avoid him and Abyss blows right by towards the ropes. When he spins back around, Go catches him with a Lariat to take him over the ropes to the floor!

The fans explode in cheers as Shiozaki clears Abyss out of the ring. Mitchell follows suite, hurrying out to stand next to the Monster. Shiozaki dares the masked maniac to get back in for some more. Abyss is ready to take him up on the offer but Mitchell pulls him away, whispering some sinister words in his ear before leading him back up the ramp.


Graves: Shiozaki just got involved in something he shouldn't have. This is going to come back to haunt him.

Phillips: He did the right thing! He saved Rikishi from a brutal attack by Abyss!


Rikishi finally gets up. Shiozaki turns and stars at him across the ring. There's a moment of silence before Go steps through the ropes to head up the ramp again. Rikishi just watches him go as Revolution continues elsewhere.



We open up, in traditional fashion into the scene. We see Renee Young standing by, reading and raring to interview someone.



Renee Young: In the past few months, we’ve seen a new side of one individual superstar here in the UWF, one that we haven’t seen over the past year he’s been here in the UWF, one of backing up sentiments and generally, being a lot meaner. And I’m joined by him now, Warhorse, who I believe has some very choice words for the audience tonight, and we’ll have the opportunity to ask him some questions afterwards.

The Warhorse just walks up in the frame. Face painted up, lookin’ real fierce.



WARHORSE: SO WHAT THE HELL?! RENEE, FRANKLY THE WARHORSE IS GODDAMN PISSED. I’m goddamn MAD, ya hear?! Last week was a goddamn TRAVESTY, AND A FALLACY. It was a big deal to the Warhorse, going out there and making sure that the WARHORSE’s name would be overlooked no longer. Yet look at where we are, CM Punk takes the glory, for MY WIN. The win I had in the motherfucking BAG.

So he’s off SMOOOOTH SAILING, having a goddamn wail of a time knowing that he can just walk on right by the WARHORSE. On to this so called… DREAM MATCH he’s been billing. The only dream that’d be would be one after a TWELVE HOUR SHIFT. One that nobody would see a goddamn thing of, because they’d be better off! I mean hell, look at the last time they faced off.

There’s a slight silence as we remember that classic matchup, the Warhorse letting you remember it.

THEY SHIT THE GODDAMN BED. It was dogshit, the devil wasn’t there, lava wasn’t coming from the ceiling and worst of all, they didn’t have goddamn exploding barbed wire! WHAT TYPA CLASSIC IS IT THEN?! One for people who get off on grappling and sweaty folks. Gross, that’s a kink I SHALL shame.

We hear some booing from the in arena audience from Warhorse’s dismissal of this instant classic and also kink shaming.

And I don’t expect that to change tonight, or any night for that matter. AJ Styles is a legend beyond this company, who’ll deny it?! But the thing about CM Punk is that he stinks so bad he brings AJ down to his level, beyond the ground, beyond the bottom. Yet I have hope he’ll somehow pull it away, Renee, the WARHORSE DOES, honestly, because then I’ll get something to commemorate pinning those Pepsi flooded shoulders to the mat for a three count.

Look at last time, what’d he do, get himself counted out?! WHAT TYPA MAN DOES THAT MAKE HIM?! A COWARD, THAT’S WHAT THE WARHORSE TELLS YA. A MAN WHO FEARS THE WARHORSE YET WILL TAKE EVERY DIME OUT OF THE WARHORSE’S POCKET, AND EVERY OPPORTUNITY THE WARHORSE HAS WORKED FOR.

The Warhorse shakes his head.

If he was here right now he’d complain though, “OOH YOU AIN’T DONE ANYTHING WITH THE ONES GAVE TO YOU” he’d say. Bullshit, asshole. When was the Warhorse’s last opportunity?! The Royal Rumble?! Pft, no. Beyond that? Months. Months and months the Warhorse’s schedule looks drier than a desert.

It’s funny though because they like to count the Warhorse of the past year, what about the past months? In either of those, what have you done?! Nothing. The WARHORSE has been out here, showing why the hell you should know me already. Why my name should be rung up with every other “great” we have around here.

There’s a slight pause yet again.

Why the Warhorse shoulda never have been counted out… of your minds. Nobody sees that the Warhorse is a goddamn step away from being the biggest star this company has EVER seen. It’s not just talk, it’s a goddamn fact by now.

There’s another pause.

Look, we can be all picky about who we want to give spots, or showcase, or think of highly in our minds. But you will not look over the Warhorse, Pepsi Man, and whether you win tonight or not, I’ve got my eyes on you, and it’s only a matter of time for you to get what’s coming to you. Tonight I’ve got a match but I’m not concerned for it, my prime focus lies there. Go get my belt, pussy.

Renee feels uncomfortable yet inserts.

Renee Young: Very bold words from the Warhorse. Speaking of the match tonight-

The Warhorse walks off the set, away from Renee and refusing the interview as it was just about to start.

Can you believe this guy?! Rude.

We head elsewhere as Revolution continues, of course.



The scene goes backstage where Sami Zayn is standing by.



Sami Zayn: Oh hey there, didn't expect to see me today did you? I know EC3 graciously gave me the night off but as a forever champion of this company, I sought to show up anyways. As a matter of fact, I find myself with a job tonight. Since I was SO well received two weeks ago making that snoozefest of a Punk vs HBK match entertaining, I'm on commentary again this week. Now as i am not only a UWF legend but a tag team legend as well, I'll be lending my voice to tonight's tag team match against two people I'm familiar with, WARHORSE and Seth Rollins.

Don't worry guys, there's no hard feelings here. And don't worry folks, this is just for tonight. I'll be gracing that ring again very soon! So expect some top notch level insights into tag team wrestling. I just hope Mysterio and Orton are able to keep it together. Would be such a shame to see this sanctity of tag matches be destroyed due to some egos. I'll see ya out there fellas!



DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: already in the ring, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, John Cena!

Cena poses for the crowd as the introductions continue.

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, Cena throws a punch at Bray but Bray catches it with his hand, prompting John to throw a punch with his free hand but Bray catches that too, turning John’s arms in a half circle and then pushing down forcefully, creating tension at the wrists. Cena begins to slink to his knees as a result as Bray pulls him up in one quick motion and plants him with a sort of Spinebuster/Powerbomb maneuver. Cena climbs to his feet holding his back as Bray connects with a Headbutt, then hooks the arm and plants him with a Uranage. Wyatt goes for a stomp but John rolls out of the way and finds himself in a seated position near the ropes as he uses them to climb back to a vertical base. Once to his feet, he shoots off the ropes and goes for a Flying Shoulder Tackle but Bray catches him around the head with his arm quickly and brings him straight down into the mat with a DDT as the crowd audibly gasps. Bray grabs the motionless Cena and pulls him to his feet as he begins to dance around with him, then stops suddenly and puts John’s head between his legs.

Tom Phillips: What’s he thinking of here?

Wyatt suddenly picks Cena up and connects with a Styles Clash, much to the shock of everyone. Bray laughs as he covers John.

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TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!

Bray gets up and is all smiles as he celebrates his victory.

Tom Phillips: What a dominating performance.

Mauro Ranallo: Perhaps this is to redeem last week’s DQ. To remind the world why he’s UWF Champion.

Corey Graves: Well he certainly sent a message to AJ Styles. I can’t imagine the, “Demi God” is too happy about this.

Bray claps gleefully before exiting the ring as Revolution continues.



The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed backstage, where we find the company’s senior correspondent standing by.





Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest currently: Paul Heyman.


Paul Heyman is seen standing alongside Renee Young, suit on, and microphone in hand. A smirk runs across Heyman’s face as he nods a greeting towards Renee, giving her clearance to continue.


Young: First, I want to thank you Mr. Heyman for joining me today. But where is Seth Rollins?


Paul Heyman: My client was supposed to be here with me for this interview, but like the PERFECTIONIST that he is, he’s currently in the gym right now. That’s right—he skipped the interview to get more reps in at the gym. I’ll tell you Renee, the man is absolutely obsessed with progression and development. The man hasn’t stopping working out since he came up short in the four way match last week. I mean running, boxing, squats, you name it; he did it—and he hasn’t stopped doing it.

Paul readjusts his tie as he mugs the camera for emphasis.

Young: I’m assuming that he didn’t take the loss lightly?

Paul Heyman: Oh Renee! Everyone knows what was at stake during that match. The winner getting a chance to compete tonight with the Royal Rumble Winner to fight for the Intercontinental championship-- An opportunity that my client deserved to have but it failed to come to fruition. Which brings us to why he is in the gym right now… this very second… working…. Training… and busting his ass so the next opportunity doesn’t slip out of his hands!!

Young: Well he has a chance to bounce back in front of the world tonight when he competes in a tag team match. Seth Rollins is teaming up with War Horse, to take on Rey Mysterio and Randy Orton. Do you have any inside information on his gameplan, or his thoughts about the match?

Paul Heyman: The game plan is simple: he’s going to show up, raise hell, whoop ass, and then rinse and repeat. My client isn’t afraid of a masked thug or some weak apex predator. My client isn’t afraid of the ‘beloved’ Television champion or a self-proclaimed Viper. We saw the viper last week get pinned 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring. We saw Rey Mysterio get pinned last week in the middle of the ring, 1-2-3. And this week they will suffer the same feat except this time they can blame each other.





Young: And, any thoughts on War Horse, Seth Rollins partner tonight?

Paul Heyman: Do I have any thoughts about a man that has no coherent thoughts? Of course not, that barbaric animal better stay the hell out of my clients way if he knows what best for him. What the hell is a Warhorse anyway? What does that even mean?


Young rolls her eyes at Heyman’s sarcasm as she ask another question.

Young: For the last question, any thoughts on the main event bout tonight between CM Punk and AJ Styles?

Paul Heyman emphatically rolls his eyes and they almost fall out of his eye sockets as he reluctantly answers the question.





Paul Heyman: Yeah, It’d be better if Seth was in it.

Young smiles as she wraps the interview up.

Young: Alright everyone hope you enjoyed that, and Paul, thank you for your time.

Paul Heyman nods once more as the interview ends and the scene fades. The UWF Feed heads elsewhere….



We cut from the action to the Mysterio lair where Rey sits



The champion of the TV sits in the lair and begins to speak

Rey Mysterio: Hello citizens it is I the champion of the TV your resident hero Rey Mysterio. Now I have a huge tag team match coming up tonight and this could decide who is the man that I defend this belt against at the showcase of immortals Wrestlemania. Man I am tingling with excitement just saying the name of the show. This though will be a statement win for I Rey Mysterio as I prove the doubters and villains wrong once again as I defeat whoever comes my way. See these villains they can attack me from behind and doubt me but all it leads to is the same result. Rey Mysterio with the W.

Isn't that wonderful especially it leads to more sponsorships and opportunities for the Revolution brand to grow. Though I have heard some criticism that I am not as active as the champion of TV and that is because my value is worth more than inside that ring. First of all who is brining in the money to allow us to sign people and keep the lights on. That is me. See being a champion involves business meetings, and opportunities that aren't for the faint of heart. All of these villains want to put on a performance in the ring but that performance means nothing if there isn't a ROI. A return on investment.

That is why live I am here to talk with someone who is a champion who also wants to help the brand grow. Now we can already eliminate him, but it was my opponent from last week A...J...Styles.

Fans actually cheer as AJ pops up.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Still reeling from that defeat I’ll bet, but I’m not here to rub your face in that failure or your overall shortcomings, I actually need something from you. Heath and Rhino haven’t found the Firefly Funhouse yet and I know you’ve not only dealt with Bray firsthand, but you’ve been there. Tell me where it is!

Rey looks at AJ with a smile

Rey Mysterio: AJ you can't find the funhouse. The funhouse finds you.

Sinister music plays in the background and Rey continues to talk voice getting deeper and darker.

Rey Mysterio: See AJ when HE wants to find you HE will find you. You think that it is going to be easy? No AJ HE decides to find you. AJ you're knocking on the wrong door, or for all you know AJ you knocked at the right door and your in the right room. Maybe you're in the funhouse.

The tension rises in the room and Rey does his usual cackle

Rey Mysterio: Jjajajajajaja I keed I keed AJ. Truth is I don't know the funhouse but man es tu loco wanting to find that man but best of luck to you amigo.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: That’s it? Best of luck? You weren’t any help at all, you little pipsqueak! But you know what? That’s fine, because it’s going to be found and when it is, yours truly is going to freakin’ destroy it just like I’m going to destroy Bray at Wrestlemania!

AJ walks offscreen still talking but what he’s saying is inaudible as Revolution continues.






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





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





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




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.





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.





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!



VS



DING DING DING


Sami Zayn: Let's get right to it should we? I'm back on commentary this week because I was just so good that EC3 saw money. You think we posted big rating because CM Punk main evented two shows? No it's because Sami Zayn was on commentary and he kicked these losers ass last week.

Tom Phillips: But Sami you were the one pinned last week-

Sami Zayn: Yeah after I did all the work I got blindsided. Should I have known better, yes but I won't make the same mistake again.


WARHORSE ties up with Mysterio in the ring and immediately gains control, putting him in a waistlock. Rey throws a back elbow and reverses, getting WARHORSE in a waistlock. He pushes him to the ropes for a roll up but WARHORSE holds onto the ropes as Rey goes rolling back up to his feet. He's taken down right away with a shoulder tackle. WARHORSE flexes his arm but no one is impressed that he was able to knock down someone of smaller stature like Mysterio. He takes off to the ropes and Rey rolls over to him. WARHORSE leaps over him and hits the ropes once more except he runs right into a Dropkick! WARHORSE gets back to his feet only to get taken down with a headscissors. He gets back up right away again but it doesn't look like he knows where he's act. Rey comes running over and hits him with a Wheelbarrow Bulldog! He goes for the pin right away.



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Warhorse kicks out! Mysterio goes to pick him up but WARHORSE ain't bout to let this little man manhandle him. He gives him a punch to the gut to back him off a bit. Rey turns away and holds his stomach while WARHORSE grabs him from behind. He goes for a German Suplex but Rey flips all the way over and lands on his feet. He drops kicks WARHORSE from behind and the fouled mouthed metal head lunges forward landing on the second rope. Rey runs over right away for the 619 but WARHORSE ducks to avoid it. The momentum has Mysterio go all the way around and when he lands both feet back to the mat he stumbles away allowing WARHORSE to nail him with a spinning heel kick!


Mauro Ranallo: Sami what do you think of WARHORSE after facing him for the first time ever last week.

Sami Zayn: He's not that impressive. Did you see that kick? It's no Helluva Kick but then again what is ya know?

Tom Phillips: I THINK THE WARHORSE RULES ASS!

Sami Zayn: Yeah? Well NOBODY ASKED YOU PHILLIPS!


WARHORSE stomps down on Rey just because he's an asshole like that. He then pulls him up and places the masked man on his shoulders. Mysterio however ends up falling behind him and puts him in a Sleeper Hold. WARHORSE turns his back towards his corner and runs backwards, smashing Rey into the corner and Seth tags himself into the match. WARHORSE leaves the ring and with Mysterio already hunched in the corner, Seth brings him out and picks him up in a powerbomb position before throwing him into the corner with the Buckle Bomb! Rey hits hard and falls forward onto his knees where Seth levels him with Avada Kedavra! He pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin.



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Mysterio kicks out! Seth grabs the Television Champion and hoists him straight into the air. Paul Heyman is clapping for his client and Seth takes an arm away and flexes, showing off his strength like lifting Mysterio up like this is hard. It comes back to bite him however as Rey falls forward and manages to spike Seth into the mat with a DDT! Rey reaches out and crawls towards his corner where Orton is eagerly awaiting the tag. Seth grabs his ankle to prevent him from getting any closer and starts to get up. Rey starts hopping on one leg and goes for an enzuigiri hitting Seth right in the side of the head! He doesn't go down but it stuns him enough for Rey to lunge forward and make the tag to Randy!

Orton comes in and clothesline Seth not once, not twice, but three times before Seth gets up a fourth time, going for a running clothesline. Orton ducks it and when Seth hits the ropes, he runs right into a Snap Powerslam! Randy does his little twitchy motions but WARHORSE sneaks in from behind with a Lariat to the back of the head! He picks up Randy right away and tries to go for the half and half suplex but Orton throws a back elbow to the side of his head. He follows that up with a picture perfect dropkick to knock him down and he rolls out of the ring. Randy turns his attention back to Seth who is just getting up. He kicks him in the gut and then tosses him through the ropes, holding onto him and pulling him back in to hit the rope Hung DDT! He makes the pin!



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Seth kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the team of WARHORSE and Seth Rollins are in trouble here.

Sami Zayn: They're just proving that they truly didn't belong with me in that match last week. If it was between Punk and myself, well you'd see me with my hand raised at the end of tonight's show.

Corey Graves: Such a shame but at least we have you on commentary here tonight.

Sami Zayn: That's true, everyone is graced by my presence and expert insight. Although it doesn't take an expert to see why WARHORSE and Rollins are in trouble. That idiot shouldn't have tried taunting while he had the second longest reigning world champion in UWF history right where he wanted him.

Corey Graves: Beep The Cartel erm- excuse me.


Orton is feeling himself and you can tell he's starting to hear those voices in his head. He falls to the mat and starts pounding his fists into it. Seth is slowly getting to his feet as Orton rises behind him. He pins Seth around and goes for the RKO but Seth shoves him forward into the ropes. Randy bounces off the ropes and comes running right into the Sling Blade! Orton gets to his feet but Seth kicks him in the gut and sends him up and over with the Falcon Arrow! He pulls the leg in for the pin!



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Orton kicks out! He turns over to his hands and knees and so Seth backs up. He getting ready for the Curb Stomp and when he runs up, Orton rolls out of the way just in time! He rushes back up to his feet and kicks Seth in the gut. He goes behind him and wraps his arm around his neck, draping him over his back. He drops down for the Backbreaker but Seth kicks his feet up and flips all the way over his back and lands on his feet. With Orton kneeling in front of him, he takes a step back and hits the Avada Kedavra! He goes for the pin once more!



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Orton kicks out!


Sami Zayn: Another weak kick by Seth. Maybe I should teach him a thing or two.

Corey Graves: You're such a giving person Sami. Would you mind teaching Phillips how tom commentate while you're here.

Sami Zayn: Sure, rule number one, no yelling.

Tom Phillips: OH HELL NO BROTHER! I CAN'T SAY QUIET WHEN THE WARHORSE IS GETTING READY TO RULE SOME ASS!


Seth brings Randy back up to a vertical base but he's suddenly headbutted right in the face! He stumbles back grabbing his nose while Randy goes to the ropes. He's ready to go back on the attack but Mysterio ends up tagging himself into the match. He comes to the middle of the ropes and springboards into the ring, hitting the Seated Senton on Seth. He keeps his momentum by running to the ropes springboards off of them and turning in mid air to hit Seth with a Crossbody! He stays on him for the pin!



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Rollins kicks out! He gets back to his feet only to get thrown into the ropes by a Hurrincanrana! Mysterio runs to the other side of the ring but as he's doing that WARHORSE makes the blind tag. Mysterio comes back and hits Seth with the 619! He goes flying backwards and Rey springboards in with the Splash! He hooks the leg for the pin but the ref doesn't count. WARHORSE comes in from behind and gives him a stomp to the back of the head! He picks up Rey and irish whips him to the corner. Mysterio displays some catlike agility, running up the ropes and turning in mid air to level WARHORSE with a Tornado DDT! Rey goes to his corner and climbs to the top rope. WARHORSE hasn't moved but Randy ends up shoving Rey off, Mysterio racking himself on the top rope! Orton comes into the ring and grabs Rey by the head and whispers something to him before giving him an RKO!


Tom Phillips: They almost had this match won.

Corey Graves: Randy Orton doesn't play well with others, you should know that by now.


WARHORSE is getting to his feet and sees the scene before him. Orton shoots him a look but leaves the ring and heads up the ramp. WARHORSE is fine with that and he climbs up to the top rope. Mysterio is trying to get up but he's dazed. He's hunched over and it's a perfect target for WARHORSE to jumps off and connect with the ASS RULER! He turns the Television Champion over and makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Seth Rollins and WARHORSE!



Mauro Ranallo: While they certainly won't be friends going forward, WARHORSE and Seth Rollins worked well enough to pick up the win here tonight.

Sami Zayn: Let's not forget, they weren't good enough to win this match on their own. Definitely one of the weakest tag team performances I've ever seen.


Paul shoots Sami a look as he's heard everything he's said on commentary while WARHORSE and Rollins get their hands raised in the ring, The live feed goes elsewhere.



As Revolution continues, things again head backstage to AJ Styles.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: What, you thought Punk was the only one I was going to address tonight and just mention you in passing? Well, Bray, I might not have any respect for you but I have respect for what you’re carrying so I’m not going to treat you like an afterthought and you’d be smart to not make that mistake when it comes to me. I’ve been watching you since I came back to the UWF, and I don’t like what I see, mainly because this whole Halloween slash Mister Rogers slash Split routine means there’s another cartoon character in a fairly long line of cartoon characters holding the most prestigious belt in the company. I’m here to not only break that chain, but choke the life out of you with it. Whether you want to treat it all as separate entities or own up to the obvious fact that you’re just one person, I’m not afraid of you, and when we meet, my divine light is going to engulf your darkness until there’s nothing left of it. So that half-Freddy Krueger sweater you like to wear might as well have a bullseye emblazoned on the freakin’ chest, because I’m coming right for your heart, and when this ol’ Georgia boy gets done you’re going back on the shelf like you have several runs in this company before.

AJ smirks as Revolution continues.




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.

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.


VS


DING DING DING


AJ walks right to the center of the ring and sticks his chin out, telling Punk he can have a free hit. Punk rolls his eyes at the audacity of this long haired bitch. Punk instead hits a spinning back kick to the gut that hunches him over followed by a upwards kick to the chest to stand him back up vertically. He follows that up with a spinning back fist that hits Styles so hard it sends him retreating to the corner. Punk runs right over and delivers the running knee in the corner, turning around and hitting him with the bulldog! AJ immediately rolls out of the ring to get a breather but it's no use. Punk comes running over and takes him out with a suicide dive! The crowd is rallying behind Punk and he doesn't disappoint them. He picks up AJ and irish whips him right into the steel steps!


Corey Graves: You can't use the steel steps like that! Punk should be disqualified!

Tom Phillips: If it was AJ Styles doing it you would say he's smart and using every advantage he can find.

Corey Graves: Punk doesn't even care about the great lineage of the Intercontinental Championship. Minus those first two reigns of course. Beep The Cartel!


Punk grabs a fistful of soccer mom hair and drags AJ up to his feet, smashing his face into the apron. Styles tries to walk away, getting one leg over the barricade but Punk grabs him by the back of his tights and stops him from retreating. AJ throws a back elbow and catches Punk right in the nose causing him to retreat. Styles then tries to stand up on the barricade but after the punishment he's been given to start off this match, his balance is all out of whack. It allows Punk to come and over sweep his legs out from under him with a kick causing AJ to plant ribs first onto the barricade! Styles' legs are in the crowd while his upper half is laying over the barricade. Punk climbs onto the apron and jumps off, driving his knee right into the back of AJ's head! Styles flops over onto the floor and the ref has reached a count of 7 already. Punk picks up AJ and tosses him in, following him in to make the pin.



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Styles kicks out! AJ turns over and tries to pick himself up but Punk stomps his lower back hard to force his body back to the mat. He then steps over and places AJ's arms over his knees, pulling back on his head to put him in a Camel Clutch! AJ is yelling out in pain and a smile comes across Punk's face while the ref asks AJ if he wants to continue.


Corey Graves: This match should be called off. It all started with a cheap shot from a loser.

Tom Phillips: Cheap shot? AJ was the one who lean forward and asked to be hit.

Mauro Ranallo: We saw CM Punk acting too casually in his debut match and Styles took advantage of that. Now it seems to be working the other way around. Will we see the same result?


AJ is to far from the ropes and so he stops reaching out and instead grabs Punk's fingers, pulling them up into his mouth where he can bite down on them. Punk let's go of the hold and the ref admonishes him but Style is just happy to be free of that submission. AJ quickly crawls to the ropes so that when Punk comes to continue the attack, the ref gets between the two. AJ is holding his lower back in pain and so when Punk tries to go for him again, he's got more power built up to give him a stiff forearm to the face! Punk is knocked on his flat ass and AJ gives him a PK, kicking him with such force that he ends up falling right next to him. He winces in pain but simply throws his arm over Punk, not really putting any weight on him.



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Punk gets the shoulder up at 1! Punk turns over and tries to get back up right away while Style lays there, still feeling the effects of the attacks on his back. He rolls out onto the apron and uses the ropes to help him get back to his feet. He sees Punk is shaking the cobwebs loose and so he jumps onto the ropes, springboarding in for perhaps the Phenomenal Forearm but we'll never know as Punk dropkicks him in mid air! He brings AJ back up right away and lifts him onto his shoulders. Styles has no problem grabbing at his eyes right in full view of the ref. Punk drops him and tries to rub his eyes but AJ gives him a kick to the back of the leg that drops him. AJ then grabs that same leg and drops an elbow on the inside of it before wrenching it, trying to deal as much damage to it as possible. Punk can't see well but he can still reach up and grab AJ's head, beating him over the head with his fist over and over until he lets go.

Both men get to their feet but Punk's a little too slow due to his leg. It allows AJ kick him in the gut. He brings him in for a quick snap suplex, floating over into what would be a pin but Styles opts to just start throwing some elbows down into his ribs. Punk coils up and rolls to the ropes to get away. Styles comes over and starts kicking Punk over and over while he's in the ropes. The ref gets on him for this and starts to count. AJ continues past the 5 count and pulls him off of Punk. AJ tells him to go ahead and disqualify him. The ref knows AJ is perfectly fine with a DQ victory as it means the title doesn't change hands. The ref reluctantly lets him get away with it and so Styles know's he has free reign to do whatever he pleases. He picks up Punk and pulls him away from the ropes, and turns him upside down, giving him the sheerdrop piledriver! He makes the pin.



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Punk gets the shoulder up at 2! Styles drags Punk into position before heading out to the apron to climb to the top rope. Punk hasn't moved since the piledriver and so AJ jumps off looking for the Spiral Tap. Just as he lands however, Punk gets the knees up and Styles lands across them hard! Right away he crawls to the ropes and holds his back while Punk tries to pick himself up. He manages to stands up but stumbles to the ropes due to his leg. He's able to keep himself upright as he shakes his leg loose. Styles comes running over but Punk sends him up and over the ropes. The Royal Rumble winner shows that nimbleness that helped him win when he lands on the apron. He grabs Punk's head from behind and drapes him over the ropes, slingshotting him face first into the mat! Punk rolls over and holds his face while Styles jumps onto the ropes, coming into the ring with a Springboard 450 Splash! He stays on Punk for the pin!



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Punk kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Punk's got an uphill battle to fight with Styles pulling out all the stops.

Corey Graves: That rope slingshot wasn't against the rules. AJ Styles has just been outclassing CM Punk this whole match.


Punk rolls over to protect his ribs after the impact of that 450 but Styles gets a smile on his face. He steps over him and grabs him by the waist, pulling him up into a Styles Clash position! Punk can sense the danger he's in and somehow find the strength to pull himself up into a powerbomb position. From there he starts punching AJ on the top of his head before swinging back down to deliver a hurrincanrana but Styles doesn't go down! Instead he powers Punk back up to deliver a sit out powerbomb! He stays in that position for the pin and the ref drops down to make the count. As he does, AJ reaches his arms out to the ropes and holds them for extra leverage!



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But NO! The ref happens to look up and sees Styles holding onto the ropes. He refuses to count the 3 and AJ starts arguing with him.


Mauro Ranallo: It could have been all over for CM Punk right there!

Corey Graves: Could have and should have if you asked me. At least if he lost that way, he'd have yet another excuse to cry about other than what we're about to see, complete domination by AJ Styles.


Punk rolls to the outside to get away while AJ shoves the ref to the side, not fearing a DQ. AJ exits out onto the apron and jumps off with a shooting star but Punk moves out of the way and he hits the mat hard! Punk grabs his arm and picking him back up, trapping it behind his back before hitting the Devil Lock DDT on the outside! He gets back to his feet and tosses Styles back into the ring. AJ seems loopy but still manages to get to his feet. He turns around and gets lifted by Punk right away! He waste no time in throwing Styles up to deliver the GTS but AJ catches his knee and lands on his feet. Then right in full view of the ref, he kicks him right in the balls!


Tom Phillips: Oh Come on!

Corey Graves: It's Ok Phillips, I doubt Punk even has a set after all that whining he's done!


Punk falls to his knees and the ref gets ready to call the match and Styles yells for him to do it. Suddenly the lights however start to flicker. AJ bunches up his fist and looks around. He's ready to knock out Bray Wyatt should he show his face. We can start to hear his laugh coming through the speakers and Styles just keeps looking around. It becomes apparent that nothing is going to happen further and so Styles goes over to Punk. He suddenly pops up and lfits AJ onto his shoulders once more, throwing him up and this time hitting him with the Go To Sleep! AJ is laid out and Punk makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Intercontinental Champion, CM Punk!






Punk gets handed the title and he celebrates with it while AJ just lays there in a daze. Wyatt can again be heard laughing over the speakers but Punk doesn't care. Styles on the other hand almost looks to be having a nightmare as the show fades out.



END OF SHOW


Credits

Piper vs Kacy vs Edge - George
Rikishi vs Go - Fauche
Cena vs Wyatt, Sydal vs Abyss - Dresden
Rollins/WARHORSE vs Mysterio/Orton, Punk vs Styles - Danny

[Fauche]

FIRSTLY - very stoked to have the Prime Time Championship back as the Prime Time Medal. Great concept from the Resitance days, big fan of it, and having Crann (especially as McIntyre given the history) and Comeback fighting over it at Mania is some great match-making. Ya love to see it.

Rey's promo was another show-stealer this week. Running back through a bunch of characters' histories with Cena, jumping from persona to persona like James McAvoy in Split. Just the best stuff. Wyatt is a fantastic character, always an entertaining read. Also liked the Rey / AJ promo, with Styles' continued quest for the Funhouse being a nice weekly continuation deal and revisting the Mysterio / Wyatt feud being a solid next chapter in it. Dres all over this show promos. 3? 4? Who knows. Man's been busy.

WARHORSE out here chirping Punk like I ain't already moved past him. Good promo tho. Happy to see Renee out here all over the place. Heyman promo was also good. IDK about that teal font tho.

The tag match was top notch. Commentary with Sami is great, big fan of setting up a Randy / Mysterio feud. My main man Graves railing against the Cartel. Solidarity. Still to this day.

"AJ walks right to the center of the ring and sticks his chin out, telling Punk he can have a free hit. Punk rolls his eyes at the audacity of this long haired bitch." That's how you start a match, brother. This match was also rad. Great story throughout playing off the thread, real exciting, also fun, also funny. Just tip top. Big thanks to Danny.

Also big thanks to Dres. We've got have some great sessions since I picked up Punk and having his Styles as a consistent foil to work off and with and be constantly challenged by has really helped me develop and figure out the character. Thrilled beyond thrilled to get a win over the good Doctor cause those are hard to come by. A small, not egomaniac part of me was rooting for him walk out of Mania as a double champ, just to see it happen. Alas. The feud between Styles and Rey has been good stuff so far - def looking forward to there thread and whatever the result, to facing Styles again some time after that. Rubber match, baybay.

In character comments and occassional OOC jokes about the IC title aside, I'm legit stoked to pick it up. Never had it before and now the Grand Slam is real. Dudes like Danny and Roach and andyDNU and Mattchewie (plus other guys obvs) have had awesome runs with the belt that I thought rivaled and sometimes surpassed the guy holding the world title (myself included in Matt's case). Not that I'm aiming for comparrisons to Rey's Bray, cause shoot, keep me away from that dude, but totes looking forward to trying to carve out a significant reign with this puppy. Or maybe lose it at Mania idk where that yelly face paint dude at? Where crossfit Jesus? Also Shiozaki? Come get some.

Shouts outs to Danny and Dres for writing two matches each and George also getting in there and hey guess what - you could also have your name on the end credits looking all bolded out and proud if you write a match next week! It's that easy!

[George]

Ayo, what’s good persons. I enjoyed what I contributed to this show a lot this week, and also what a lot of others did! I had a beer but am not drunk, teen drinking updates from your local Britlander.

I really enjoyed writing the squash this week. I would love it if people read it over, as I think top to bottom it is essentially a perfect squash, that is all, Mr Presidents. Made Roddy look real strong, b.

Looking forward to this Prime Time Medal concept, it’s an interesting idea that I loved seeing back on Resistance however long ago that was. Looking forward to seeing it incorporated with our current roster, gives a helluva lot more competition towards it.

Was a nice surprise to see Sami on commentary for the match for this week’s match. I didn’t really see a dub coming out of it seeing how shaky the thread went but oh well we move smooth and fresco fresh.

Also big ups to the Faucher! But fuck the Pepsi Man. Pulling that Intercontinental Championship away from the big ol’ mighty Dres and that’s worth of a celebration or something.

[Dres]

Good show here for sure. The Prime Time Medal is a cool concept and I had fun with everything I had a hand in writing. Congratulations to Fauche on the win and the title, it was shorter than our last session but I still think it fits in with our other epic clashes. This one was unique in that I had so many ideas cooking in my head on the drive home from work that I had to park somewhere so I could write it all down. Anyhoo no hard feelings whatsoever about losing, short reigns don’t bother me but from a kayfabe standpoint, you better believe AJ’s ticked.

[Tapout]

It warms my heart that this place is still kicking and with so many old names and stuff. Like Rawisrey and Chase and Fauche are champions? That's awesome guys. Dresden still doing great work as usual. Show quality is still insane. You guys are great and I wish I had the drive a dedication to still be doing this like the rest of y'all but the memories are still great.