Revolution 3/17/21

[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.

Mauro Ranallo: Also AJ Styles versus Matt Sydal.

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

Tom Phillips: Hornswoggle squares off against Randy Orton.

Mauro Ranallo: Abyss versus Sami Zayn.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, Bray Wyatt goes against Shawn Michaels in non-title competition.

Mauro Ranallo:But first we have John Cena taking on Drew Galloway and that match starts right now!



DING DING!

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



[Time is now hit's when John Cena comes out and hold his Never give up flag and tossed it to his fans when he runs and slides straight in the ring]

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



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



Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland and weighing in at 265 pounds, Drew GALLOWAY!

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

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Drew immediately connects with a Glasgow Kiss. As John falls back, Drew grabs him and follows up with a Knee Lift Uranage, bringing his leg up to hit Cena in the back as he drops him. Still with a hold on Big Match John, Drew whips him into the ropes and then, as John comes off of them, connects with the Claymore. Drew makes the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew Galloway!

Drew briefly celebrates the dominant victory before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp as Revolution continues.



The camera begins rolling. Michael Cole knocks on Rikishi's locker room door. After a few moments Rikishi opens the door, he is drenched in sweat, holding a white towel in his right hand. Rikishi appears to be pissed off.


Michael Cole: Rikishi sorry to just show up unannounced, but do you mind giving a few words about what happened to you last week. The fans just have to know what's coming next? "


Rikishi's anger quickly turns into a huge smile.


Rikishi: No worries. You're not bothering me, you just caught me while I was doing some last minute warm ups for my match this evening.


Rikishi takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his face using the towel.


Rikishi: First off I have to give props to Go Shiozaki. I truly underestimated him and that was ultimately my downfall. He put on one hell of a match and actually knocked me on my ass. I look forward to seeing what he continues to do while in this federation. I also owe for his help after the match, so I do feel bad for almost giving him the stinkface. Hopefully no hard feelings though."


Rikishi chuckles for a few seconds, before taking a much more serious demeanor.


Rikishi: As for that shitty ass stunt pulled by Abyss, it just seems we will have to step into the ring once more to settle the score. Because those were the actions of a coward. I'm not going to place the blame solely on Abyss though. After all Father Mitchell is the one pulling that monster's string. Just because he's not actively getting his hands dirty means he's going to get off scot free. He thinks he can just go around using his monster as he pleases?


Rikishi scoffs


Rikishi: I've said this before but I'll say it again. I've got a monstrous ass myself and trust me, it's big enough for the two of them. Those two majorly fucked up by messing with me. And before this shit comes to an end I'll have both of them submitting to a stinkface!


Rikishi flashes a huge smile and extends his right arm to give a thumbs up to the camera.


Rikishi: Now I'm sorry to cut this short but I have to get back to squatting before my match with Piper tonight.


Rikishi nods his head down, turns his back to the camera, slaps his cheeks a few times before heading back into his locker room and shutting the door behind him.


Michael Cole: I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens when these men clash once more. I have a feeling things are just starting to heat up and I look forward to the show this guys will put on.


Cole signals the cameraman to shut the camera off.




You want it to be one way.

His voice cuts through the PA like gunfire on a quiet night. The titantron fires up to show CM Punk sitting in the empty arena, presumably some hours earlier.



There's this... this idea about what wrestling is for this company today. There's a concept of the UWF. It's the guts that got it to then ten year mark against all odds, the lifeblood pumping through the veins, and the dream motivating it all. It's what took this place from the brink of extinction to what it is today, and aptly, it's what you all paid tickets to see tonight.

Revolution.

Faced with the thankless task of taking over after the McMahon-Helmsley travesty, the Ethan Carter decided to double down on the fighting spirit and give the new flagship show the most appropriate branding imaginable. Even before the colors ran green - back in the black and yellow days - that mentality was there. The uphill battle. The never say die. The fighting of the power. And shit, wouldn't ya know it? It actually worked. The Revolution worked. It happened. Mission accomplished. It has been for some time now... and uh... what's weird is how many people are still holding on to that.

You want it to be one way.

Punk shifts up in his chair and leans towards the camera.

The Revolution's come and gone, man. And like shell-shocked veterans and the money-grubbing suits who thrive off wartime economies and the folks who sit at home on their couches getting drunk on the evening news and all its glorious tragedy porn, a LOT of you are clinging to an old war. With beady, darting eyes and nervous trigger-fingers, you're just itching for a reason to fight, cause the one you had left town. Its that same hunger that brought the UWF to the land of plenty that's got everyone stuffed full now, but still asking for more. Seconds. Thirds. There's a need to feel oppressed. There's an ambition for controversy. There's a common emotion that I don't even think has a name yet - the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt. Petty men fantasize about shallow grudges, building those molehills into mountains, tilting at windmills while they imagine themselves the heroes of their own invented epics. I've tried to talk some sense into these guys, but, well...

You want it to be one way.

Bending over, Punk picks up his UWF Intercontinental Championship off the floor, holding it up for the world to see.

This is nothing. It's metal and leather and if you want, you can buy an identical replica off the website. My favourite thing about it - a place of honor on a very short list - is that it isn't AJ Styles' anymore. That's hilarious to me. A lot of you got on twitter this past week to let me know that you didn't like the way I won it - inferring that I should have fought more fairly, or forfeited the contest following Bray Wyatt's minimal interference. You have an idea of me - a motionless stature built in your minds about who CM Punk is. You remember then man from five years ago who fought for change - a symbol of that same Revolution that's over and one with. I'm not that man anymore. I don't have to be. I'm a lot of things, a lot of thoughts, a lot of moods, and a lot of methods. Still,

You want it to be one way.

He tosses the belt over his shoulder like it's a hunk of trash.

I am so much more than what you think I am and if you can't accept that, I don't have the time of day for you. I came back to the UWF with a mission and while I stand by it, what's become more and more clear to me is that this place needs to wake up. The UWF needs to understand the Revolution is finished and as good as I am at talking, words alone won't solve this problem. Evidently wins and losses don't mean anything to anyone around here. Championships are a dime a dozen. So what platform, then? How do you drag the world out of the Dark Ages?

With a Renaissance. I will be your Renaissance. Your art. Your philosophy. Your poetry. If I'm going to make this company the canvas for my the portrait of my legacy, there needs to be some drastic changes. But I'm not here to politic or persuade - no - all anyone needs to do is watch. Sit back and bear witness. As I continue to steal the show from the main event night after night, week after week, watch and see what it's like for a man to succeed differently. Styles? Rollins? Mysterio? That's the old world. I'm promising a new one - a vivid spectrum to color in the monochromatic nightmare. I will tear down theirs one crumbling brick at a time and put something better in its spot. I know that this might come as a shock to some, or that it's upsetting to hear that the home you've grown comfortable in has been condemned. But it has to be this way. We can't keep... pretending the Revolution is still on. Time to move forward. Time for something new.

Punk stands up.

You want it to be one way...

He looks down into the lens.

But it's the other way.

Punk turns and leaves, picking up his IC title belt and dragging it behind him on the ground, like a dog on a leash. The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.




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



The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.

Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!

Orton enters the ring, climbs the buckle and busts out that signature pose while the camera swoops around to take it all in. While that's happening, Hornswoggle rolls out from under the apron and crawls into the ring.

Chimel: Oh... what the... um. Okay. And his opponent... from... under the ring... weighing in at 142 pounds... Hornswoggle!

Randy turns and steps off the ropes to face down his opponent. There's no love lost between them - that's clear from the ill-intentions written all over their faces. Tony heads out while the Referee makes sure the fellas are good to go before calling for the match to begin.


VS

DING DING


The bell sounds off and it's go time, brother. Orton marches purposefully across the ring, arms outstretched at his sides to make himself appear even bigger, the way you might when trying to scare off a black bear in the woods. The UWF's Almighty King shows no fear, even if the visual is reminiscent of Fat Bastard trying to eat a baby. Always loving an underdog, the fans rally behind the miniature pervert while showering the Viper with boos. Ain't nobody got time for that army-deserting bully.

Their disapproval is just music to the habitual contrarian's ears. Orton is a man on his own path, fueled by spite and satiated by the blood of everyone who gets between him and glory. Tonight, that's Hornswoggle. Randy comes forward, backing the former co-host of Asshole Live on 92.5 into the corner.

Just as the Legend Killer moves in for the kill, Hornswoggle rolls through the ropes and drops to the floor on the outside, scurrying out of harms way while flipping his opponent off.


Ranallo: Hornswoggle getting out of harms way. We've seen him make up for his natural disadvantages by turning wrestling bouts into games of cat-and-mouse before, to varying degrees of success.

Graves: I'd say the only chance he has at beating Orton is by playing games, and even then, it's a long shot.

Phillips: History has shown time and time again that you can never count someone out just because of their size! Look at the success of guys like Mysterio and Bryan! And don't forget, it was Spike Dudley who dethroned Kevin Steen.


Orton glares down over the ropes at his opponent, already bored and annoyed by his antics. While the Referee warns him to get back in the ring, Hornswoggle continues to flips birds and curse out his competition, daring him to come join him on the floor. The fans laugh and cheer for the display of indignant attitude from the shorter man, which only riles him up some more. Hornswoggle feeds off their energy and starts throwing up some DX "Suck It's" before turning around, patting his butt and yelling at Orton to "kiss his ass just like his mom did last night".

This last comment irks the Viper. His twitching neck vein and scowl betray a struck nerve, which, when captured and amplified on the big screen, just stirs up the audience even more. A "Hornswoggle" chant erupts in the arena, drowning out the Ref as he starts up a ten count.


Graves: Ugh. Don't encourage him.

Ranallo: Suffice it to say that Orton's actions of late haven't endured him to the UWF Universe. I'm sure they'd love to see him get a slice of humble pie courtesy the former Television Champion.


When the Referee reaches six, a sense of urgency finally settles in. Swoggle cautiously scales the steel stairs before reaching the apron. He tells the Official to make Orton give him some space. The Zebra does what he can to keep Orton at bay, but when Hornswoggle finally starts to climb through the cables, Randy blows past and grabs him in a headlock. Fans boo while that Son of a Cowboy sneers and pulls Hornswoggle out so that his feet are draped on the second rope, setting him up for that patented draping DDT.

The Viper pauses, taking a moment to look around at the horrified and angered faces in the crowd, rubbing it in that he's about to merc their beloved King. Right behind him, the Ref is telling him to let go of what's technically an illegal hold. Orton ain't hearing it, but with everyone paying attention to that, nobody notices what's going on below.

Out of sheer desperation, Hornswoggle reaches up and punches Orton right in the dick as hard as he can.


Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Right in the Lucky Charms!

Phillips: What happened? I missed it!

Graves: That's a blatant foul! Disqualify him, Ref!


Except the Referee is in no position to DQ anybody! After Swoggle tags Randy low, the former P.O.T.U.F. staggers back, winded and wounded, knocking into the third man as he goes. The Official, whose constitution is as thick as rice paper, is knocked out cold by the bump and he rolls out of the ring, probably dead.

Randy collapses, clutching his nards like the Wolfman while Hornswoggle scrambles to his feet. Seeing that everything's coming up Milhouse for him, Swoggle capitalizes on the opening and blasts Orton with own Running Punt! His miniature shin ricochets off the dome of the Missourian, leaving him dazed as all heck. There's nobody there to make a count, but that's the least of Hornswoggle's worries right now. He's not even trying for one.

Reaching into his pants, Swoggle digs deep before pulling something out. It's a remote control - a comical radio receiver looking thing with an ACME-esque red button right in the middle. Hornswoggle grins and cackles before slamming his sausage finger down on it.


Ranallo: Oh my God...

Phillips: What's he doing? What is that?

Graves: Take cover!


Graves hides under the commentary desk, correctly assuming overhead dangers are inbound. Confetti and streamers fall from the ceiling, while green fireworks pop out from the the corner posts. A banner drops from the rafters, reading

"HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, PEASANTS"

The crowd erupts into festive cheers while Swoggle dances a jig around the felled Orton. The Little Bastard then climbs back through the ropes and drops to the floor before heading towards the railing. Fans reach out for high fives, but the regal King of the the UWF won't sully himself by falling to their level. Instead, he reaches up and steals a beer from some schlub mark, downing it in a single, sustained gulp before anyone can stop him.

Hornswoggle burps loud and rude before tossing the emptied cup over his shoulder, demanding another. The elated fans hurry to have the honour of seeing their overpriced arena brews drank by the one-time Television Champ. Swoggle gladly accepts their offerings, polishing off a half-dozen cups before stumbling drunkenly back towards the apron.


Phillips: Hornswoggle is wasted!

Ranallo: 'Tis the season.

Graves: This freaking Leprechaun is out of control!


Reaching under the apron, Swoggle produces the weapon of his people - a Shillelagh! The people pop for the callback to his time with Finlay. Hornswoggle clumsily twirls the foreign objects around before raising it overhead proudly, earning another round of applause. With another belch, he slowly and awkwardly climbs the steps before collapsing through the ropes. It takes him a moment to get back to his feet. When he does, he lines up Orton with his crossed-eyes and prepares to straight up murder him with the wooden club.

But The Viper has been playing opossum, and when Hornswoggle moves in, he bats the Shillelgah out of his hands! Swoggle backs up, nervous as all heck as the Legend Killer stands tall, angry as angry gets. Before he even knows what's coming, Hornswoggle finds himself on the wrong end of a running Punt. Randy charges and boots his opponent with such force that his feet actually leave the ground. Hornswoggle is sent through the ropes and to the arena floor by the sheer impact of the kick.


Ranallo: Orton expelling Hornswoggle from the ring like St. Patrick casting out the snakes!

Graves: Taking away his rights to consciousness like the English trying to take away the rights of the Irish!


Swoggle careens into the ground and Orton hastily follows him out there. He picks him up and tosses him back into the ring before grabbing the Official and doing the same. The shock of it all seems to bring some life back into the Ref, who comes to just as Randy joins them in the squared circle. Hornswoggle is pretty much helpless to stop Orton from picking him up and delivering the world's lowest RKO before going for the first pin attempt of the match...



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DING DING!




YOUR WINNER...
RANDY ORTON!


Orton has his hand raised but quickly pulls it back, yelling at the Ref for letting things get so out of hand before storming out of the ring to the tune of Rev Theory's "Voices".


Ranallo: Another win for Orton as he builds momentum towards a future title match. The Legend Killer racking up a win over a former TV Champ has to be a message to Rey Mysterio.

Phillips: Ya know... I think Hornswoggle could've actually pulled this one off if he didn't stop to get drunk halfway through. But I guess the man loves to entertain. And that's beautiful, in its own way.

Graves: He's a clown and I'm glad he lost. Props to Orton for working through that clustercuss. He deserves better and I for one can't wait to see the Legend Killer take a shot at the next shortest guy on the roster, and I'm not talking about that new kid Gresham.


Heading up the ramp to a bunch of boos, Orton soon disappears to the back while Hornswoggle comes to in the ring. Covered in loose confetti, he dusts himself off before groggily meandering under the ropes and to the barricade. He climbs over the railing to walk among his people, leading several spiritual countrymen to the nearest watering hole to finish what he started - a night of black out binge drinking honouring his patron saint. Revolution continues elsewhere.





As Revolution continues and there’s a break in the action, things head backstage where AJ Styles is.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: They think it’s over now. They think that because I lost the Intercontinental Championship after so much voiced confidence that I wouldn’t that it’s only a matter of time until I strike out in my pursuit of the UWF Championship. Well let’s talk about the Intercontinental Championship. Because I let the Intercontinental Championship slip through my fingers, a bastard now possesses it. A bastard that doesn’t care for it like I did, that sees no value in what he holds and has it on his own personal back burner like it’s a hamburger patty. I won’t stand for that, and I won’t let that defeat go unavenged when it comes to CM Punk or Bray Wyatt. Your victory is tainted, Punk. You talked until you were blue in the face and said I couldn’t beat you cleanly well guess what? You didn’t beat me cleanly. You can say I shouldn’t have taken my eye off the ball but the fact is actually that Bray Wyatt shouldn’t have been anywhere near our match, even if it was just his voice. So go ahead and take your unearned win and carry around that championship you don’t deserve to hold because I promise you, I’m going to make this right. You’re going to answer for your disrespect and I’m going to take back what’s mine and prove that truly, definitively, you don’t have what it takes to really beat AJ Styles.

But you’ve got a little bit of time to breathe before that happens, because I’m going to cut the head off that serpent Bray Wyatt first. What is it, Bray? You don’t think I was giving you enough attention? Well you’ve got all of it now, and that’s a dangerous thing for you because when AJ Styles puts his mind to something, things get done and yours truly leaves with what he came for. At Wrestlemania, I’m going to do what no one’s been able to do and that’s destroy The Fiend and take the UWF Championship. Because The Fiend is nothing, you hear me? Nothing! You won’t see me backing down from that Halloween clown and I won’t back down from your puppets or any of your other split personalities either! I’m coming for every head you’ve got on those delusional shoulders, and I’m leaving with everything there is to take.



We open up on the scene, very striking, very bold, very goddamn colourful. Renee Young is here, as always, for YOU the PEOPLE since that’s her JOB and her RESPONSIBILITY not because she LIKES you dammit. Fuck. Oh, and she’s there with a microphone too, ready to do a little dandy interview out here.



Renee Young: Last week, we saw the team of Seth Rollins and Warhorse beat the pairing of Randy Orton and the UWF Television Champion, Rey Mysterio. Many have criticised the performance, calling it weak, but ahead of his small disputes with CM Punk-

The Warhorse storms through the shot, walking in from the side, not waiting for his cue.



WARHORSE: RENEE, LOOK, IT’S LIKE THIS-

Renee Young: Hey, look, it’s not like this, because you don’t get to boss around like this, using this platform just to yell and walk away. Last week I had very pressing, important questions for you and you completely bailed on me?! What typa crap is that, man?!

The Warhorse is taken aback by Renee not taking the shit that the Warhorse is dealing.

WARHORSE: WH-

Renee Young: Now I’m gonna ask you some questions and you’re not gonna stand there like a jackass, you’re gonna answer them, alright?!

WARHORSE: Yeah, sure, whatever.

The Warhorse settles down slightly.

Renee Young: You’re not booked tonight. Why am I even talking to you?

WARHORSE: BECAUSE I’M A STAR, RENEE, DUH.

Renee Young: Debatable.

WARHORSE: NOT! It’s fact, Renee.

Renee Young: Look, I’ll just keep it brief because I’ve got better and brighter people to interview around here, pal.

WARHORSE: WHO’S BETTER THAN THE WARHORSE?

Renee Young: I don’t know, Punk, Styles, pretty much everyone.

The Warhorse shakes his head, he disagrees greatly.

WARHORSE: MY ASS, THE WARHORSE IS THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD, RENEE. Punk can’t beat me, and Styles won’t be able to beat me again, girl.

Renee Young: Yeah whatever, guy, tell yourself that. Look, I think EC3 has you billed up with some type of beef with this other IC dudes, like Rollins and Zayn? I don’t know if that’s fully on your mind.

WARHORSE: IT AIN’T ON THE WARHORSE’S RADAR, LET ALONE THE MIND OF THE WARHORSE, RENEE. Seth is a goddamn sack of shit, I don’t give a rat’s ass about him, and last week was only another clear indicator who’d stand out in that fight. Me! THE WARHORSE. Bold and winning, not that he’d be able to tag along on that. And Sami?! If Pepsi Man can beat him, and Styles can whoop him, why the hell should I give a damn?

Renee Young: I don’t know, why don’t you ask Ethan, bud?! I honestly couldn’t care less who you were playing hanky panky with. I mean after all, you’re not going to go win a championship anytime, loser.

WARHORSE: WINNER, RENEE. I win a lot, not that your maple glazed eyes woulda seen me pick up those three counts.

Renee Young: Hey, don’t talk to me like that jackass, I’m Renee fuckin’ Young, yeah?!

WARHORSE: Ooh watch out, the girl’s got attitude, stick it up your ass, Canuck.

The Warhorse fully takes the microphone for his possession of the talk and begins walking away from Renee, she stands still completely annoyed, and flips him off as she walks away. The cameraman follows Warhorse.

WARHORSE: IT’S MORE THAN CLEAR THAT THE WARHORSE AIN’T ON YOUR GODDAMN RADAR, ON YOUR WISHLIST, OR ON YOUR GODDAMN MIND. Punk winning last week made the WARHORSE realise something PRETTY DAMN important, and that’s the fact that I can beat ANYONE this company has, it’s all in the circumstance. I MEAN HELL, PUNK PROBABLY THINKS HE’S ON TOP OF THE WORLD, EH?! But I nearly beat his ass if it wasn’t for that GODDAMN referee.

Who was trying to SHIT on the WARHORSE. Yet I don’t have to tell you that, because you know how damn in the picture the WARHORSE is, if you don’t THE WARHORSE RECOMMENDS FOR YOU TO GET AN EYE TEST, A TEST OF YOUR HEARING, AND A TRIP TO THE PSYCHOLOGIST BECAUSE THE WARHORSE IS THE GODDAMN BEES KNEES, KIDDOS.

THE SHIT, NOT THE SHITS. A boulder and a force to be reckoned with. I don’t have my eyes on the top any longer, it’s not on my mind. I HAVE MY EYES ON THE CHAMPIONSHIP THAT MATTERS TO THE WARHORSE. THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP. I WANT TO TAKE THAT FROM THAT PEPSI SWINGING, GRAFFITI ARMED, ASSHAT AND MAKE HIM CRY. SEE THOSE TEARS FLOW DOWN HIS FACE.

The Warhorse pauses his walk.

WHY, YOU ASK THE WARHORSE?! SINCE THE WARHORSE CAN BEAT HIM BLUE AND RED. Til a little stream of blood comes out that beedy nose.

And the WARHORSE will do that very thing, and ain’t anyone gonna be able to stop the WARHORSE from going on and proving these words right. AND THERE AIN’T A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO PROVE THE WARHORSE WRONG. Eat my dust.

We head elsewhere, legendarily.





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. Piper stands in his corner waiting for 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.


VS


DING DING DING


The two men circle around the ring, Rikishi slapping his cheeks getting the crowd to clap along. They go to tie up but Rikishi instead places his hands on Piper's face and he backs away immediately, coughing up and wiping his face after Rikishi just hand his hands all over his ass cheeks mere seconds ago. He runs at Rikishi in a furious manner and goes for a clothesline but it doesn't get the big man off his feet. Rikishi laughs at Piper and motions for him to try it again. Piper heads to the ropes and goes for it again except he swings around Rikishi instead of going for the clothesline and kick him in the back of the knee. This buckles him down to a kneeling position Piper then grabs his head and jumps forward with a Bulldog! He turns his big body over and makes the pin.



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Rikishi kicks out right away! Throwing Piper with such force that he shoots up in a standing position. Piper runs back to him and starts kicking him while he's down. Kishi fights through the hits and pushes Roddy off of him. Piper runs back at him and connects with a Running High Knee that staggers him towards the ropes. Piper runs at him once more, looking to clothesline him over the ropes but there's not enough force to send him over. Rikishi looks at him and shakes his head before giving him a Headbutt! Piper stumbles backwards and Rikishi levels him with a Superkick! Now he goes for the cover!



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Piper kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: It's one thing to go up against a big man but when he's also flexible to where he can hit you from anywhere, that makes him just that more dangerous.

Corey Graves: Sure but this is Roddy Piper we're talking about here. If anyone has a game plan to take someone out, it's Roddy. You saw how he took Kacy out of this company and he didn't even lay a finger on her!


Rikishi gets back to his feet and grabs Piper by his hair, pulling him back up. Roddy suddenly reaches up and grabs Rikishi's face, gouging his eyes! Rikishi turns away and rubs his eyes. Piper comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his large frame. He somehow finds the strength to lift Rikishi off his feet and deliver a Belly To Back Suplex! The ring rattles from the impact but Roddy isn't done there, floating over and just punches Rikishi in the head over and over. The ref gets on him for this and he backs away before a 5 count.

Rikishi turns around and starts to crawl to the ropes but Piper comes back over and drops an elbow to the small of the back. He then grabs Rikishi's head and pulls him back up to a vertical base as best he can. Rikishi ends up fighting him off with some stiff shots to the gut but a quick knee to the face puts Roddy right back in control. Rikishi retreats to the ropes where Piper runs at him trying to clothesline him over the ropes Once again it's not enough to topple the big man and so Piper takes off to the other side of the ring to build some momentum. He comes running back but Rikishi steps away from the ropes and ends up scooping Piper up. He then throws him over head onto his shoulders for a Samoan Drop! He stays on him for the pin!



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Piper kicks out! Rikishi stands back up and grabs Piper by the arm, dragging him over to the corner. He leaves Piper laying near the mat and starts to climb up to the second rope.


Mauro Ranallo: Rikishi is about to give Piper the full power of his assets if you know what I mean.

Corey Graves: Ugh don't encourage this kind of behavior Mauro. Rikishi may be a legend but for all the wrong reasons.


Rikishi starts bouncing up and down for a Bonzai Drop but Piper suddenly rolls back up and kicks Rikishi in the back of the knee causing the big man to fall back, his head bouncing off the mat! He rolls over and tries to get to his feet but Piper is stalking him from behind, locking him in the Sleeper Hold! Rikishi is down on one knee and he tries to shake Piper off of him but it's no use. He's able to stand up and jumps up to stay on his back. Rikishi turns his back towards the corner and walks backwards ramming Piper into the corner! Roddy lets up a bit but still has the hold locked in. Rikishi reaches behind him and grabs Piper's head, throwing his own head back into him with a headbutt! Piper is dazed and Rikishi uses his power to just pull Roddy forward, draping him over his shoulder before falling and driving his head into the mat with the Rikishi Driver! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rikishi!




The ref raises Rikishi's hand and afterwards Rikishi slaps his cheeks a few times much to the amusement of the crowd. Piper rolls out of the ring and curse sunder his breath as the show moves on.





We fade into a ring with two wrestlers rolling around working on chain wrestling, transitions, and submission holds. It starts off rather easy until one short, rather stocky, wrestler known as Jonathan Gresham grabs the other in and flawlessly transitions from a grounded Arm Figure 4 into a Texas Cloverleaf and REALLY cinches it in deep. Jon leans back as far as possible without ripping the other, obviously less experienced, wrestler's leg off until he forces the man to tap out and cry out in pain. Shortly there are 4 other wrestler crawling into the ring yelling "Jon let him go!!!" He finally is forced to let go when a bigger man rips him off.

Jonathan Gresham: "I DO NOT PLAY ABOUT THIS!!!! Everyone out, except you cameraman. You stay."

Everyone who was helping the other hurt wrestler get him to his feet and collectively help him leave the ring. Jonathan turns toward the camera, breathing heavily but steadily, until he finally composes himself and speaks.

Jonathan Gresham: "I love this. I love wrestling. I eat, sleep, dream, and breath WRESTLING. It's my whole life. So when someone walks into my dojo, asks me to train them then says 'Oh hey, teach me a 630 Splash!' or 'Hey I really wanna wrestle like those dudes who wear the cool colors and flip all the time, can you teach me that?' IT ENRAGES ME. It tells me exactly where this business is going and it breaks my heart. 

Gresh' takes a moment to catch his breath and look around the walls of his dojo. The likes of Bryan Danielson, Johnny Saint, William Regal, and Bret Hart cover nearly every inch.



Jonathan Gresham: "It breaks my heart because gone are the days of classic technical bouts, the days of going hold for hold with an opponent are long gone. What we get today are men and women going out to 'Get their shit in.' They wanna do as many flashy moves and flips and dives to the outside as possible because it'll help get some eyes on them, or because it's 'what the fans wanna see, man!' I don't think any of that's true though, no see they do all of these cheesy ass moves to inflate their own ego! They don't respect wresting, and they don't respect history!"

"I've signed with UWF to put an end to that, because I see far too many clowns running around here like they're something. They wear a spooky mask and have awful, cheesy names. They paint their faces up AND YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY WHILE SPEAKING IN THE THIRD PERSON! And there are ''Legends" coming back to reclaim some past glory that they had to kiss ass for in the first place. I signed with UWF not because I need it, because IT needs me. UWF needs me to make it a wrestling show and not a weekly whacky drama or sit com."

Gresh' takes a deep breath and motions for his students to re-enter the ring.

Jonathan Gresham: "Please head my words UWF, don't bring that flippy bulls*** into the ring with me. If you do I will eat you alive. See ya soon."

Jon ends his speech and goes back to "teaching" his students as the screen fades.





The scene opens up with Paul Heyman in the ring standing solo. The bald man is wearing a rather fashionable suit and he is of course armed with a microphone. He eyes the UWF Universe as a twinkle comes across his eyes as he slowly raises the mic to his face. Above him in the ring, two large objects are hanging above the ring but are being covered by large black sheets.

Paul Heyman: Ladiessssssss & Gentlemeeeeeeeen!!

I’m sure that you see the very large objects hanging above the ring right now and you’ve got to be asking yourself, what in the world could all that be? I’ll tell you, it’s the start of something brand new and truly phenomenal! The show will truly be stopped once the world gets a look at this marvelous inception that will bring shockwaves through the wrestling world and to special skulls in the arena. You see the world has been needing this, and who else is better and more suited to give it to you than yours truly?



What you’re about to witness tonight may be the single greatest thing to happen to the UWF in months! We’re talking about monumental exposure, ratings spiking, possible new sponsorship and more just from this! Perhaps a possible turning point, who knows, but the world will just have to sit back, wait, watch and see. Now let’s not keep the world waiting, let’s show the world what’s behind the curtains!

At that moment, the black curtains drop that are hanging above the ring, covering something. One of the curtains is hiding a large sign that reads “Architectural Plans” while the other was covering a massive television screen that is hovering about six feet over the ring at an angle.

Yes that’s right World, there is going to be a new host of a show in town and soon he’s going to be the new sheriff in town when he starts to truly run things. I think by now you all should know that there is only one person on the roster with enough talent in his body to be a full active competitor and be the host of the next big thing in the media world—the only man that on the active roster that has paid for my managerial services: The diabolical, the sinister, the guy in your nightmares, the Architect, the destructive & innovate wrestling machine, the perfectionist; Seth Rolllllllllllllllllllllllllinsssssssssss!



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. He slowly, and methodically steps out and pauses at the top of the ramp. Seth walks down the ramp, 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.

Seth Rollins: Brothers and Sisters!

I’ve gathered you all today to give you all the instant gratification of seeing one of the best combinations of athleticism, raw talent, and greatness all in one package. Especially after my unbelievably breathtaking, and stupendous performance last week in which I almost broke my back carrying a team to victory; I thought that best thing that I could do was gift the UWF Universe!

Seth Rollins lifts his arms up to crowd as if unwrapping a gift in front of them.

Corey Graves: What the hell is talking about?

Tom Phillips: Def not how I remember that tag match going, but go ahead.

That’s right, I came here tonight with the fans and the universe all in my mind and thoughts tonight. I thought that you all deserved something special for treating me so well since I’ve been back. So tonight I wanted to let you all bask in the amazing glory of mua: MYSELF, Seth Rollins!!

A big grin the size of Texas flies across Seth Rollin’s face as he pauses for a moment to a mixed reaction from the crowd that’s slightly more positive.

Don’t be shy now, drink it in, roll it up, inhale and exhale. I’m more fire than the stuff you’re smoking, I’m hotter than the degrees on your oven, and I’ve only begun to scratch the surface. You see, the light has come, and with that light has come a vision. A vision that I intend to share with you all, but it will be a vision and a message that not everyone can understand. But that’s okay, the message isn’t for everyone to understand, but it’s for action, change, and movement. But enough about that, I’m sure you all realllllly want to know the truth as to why I’ve gathered you all here today. While I’d love to drown you all to death with my past accolades, failures, and future endeavors that I plan on achieving, I’d rather show you than tell you. Besides, I’ll leave the role of boring the crowd to death to Randy Orton—guy can chat can’t he?



Seth pauses to shake his head before continuing.

But let’s get to the matter of fact at hand, I didn’t buy all these expensive props just to let the world look at one of the most handsome men in the world. No, all though, I’m sure that would sell out arenas by itself. I came to kick of my show, and what bigger way to kick off the first show than to have a big guest that I’m sure the world is dying to hear from. Quite frankly, I’m probably on the opposite end of the spectrum, I’m a lot closer to wanting to kick his ass than anything. Unfortunately, I don’t get paid to hype anyone up but myself, but my guest’s appearance can speak for itself!



A song unfamiliar to UWF shows builds through the speakers, it's staccato'd strings building towards a whimsical verse. To the surprise of the capacity crowd, CM Punk walks out on to the stage, a mic in one hand, his newly acquired Intercontinental Championship dragging along the floor as he holds the waist strap with his other. For the first time since his return, the Straight Edge Superstar gets some noticeable boo's coming down the ramp.

Tom Phillips: A new tune for Punk. I have to admit I was partial to Portishead.

Mauro Ranallo: Perhaps a bit emblematic of that "Renaissance" he was promising earlier this evening.

Corey Graves: It's just like he said! Everyone expects things to be a certain way and gets upset when they don't get what they want. I have my issues with Punk but I see what he's getting at here.

The fan reaction - positive or negative - doesn't seem to weigh on Punk at all as heads for the squared circle. Sliding his title under the bottom rope, he lets it rest at the feet of Rollins and Heyman before stepping through the ropes to come and collect it. After picking it up, he smiles politely at the duo before walking to the other side of the ring. His music fades and once it does, he addresses the other fellas, glancing around the ring as he does.

Punk: Welp... it's no Piper's Pit but ya gotta start somewhere. Thanks for having me, guys.

Seth Rollins:  The man from Chicago! It has definitely been a while since it was just the two of us competitors standing in the ring huh? From foes, to brotherhood and a group, to betrayal with backstabbing, throw in a couple years of off time for us and now here we both are! Some of the biggest stars that the UWF has to offer-- no better yet the ENTIRE world-- has to offer! And the world gets an opportunity right now to see two live legends chat it up in the ring together!

Seth Rollins then takes a moment to stare at the championship belt in CM Punks hand. He wakes himself up from the lull as he speaks again to the Universe.

So Let’s get to the nitty gritty! There’s no need in beating around the bush, let’s go ahead and tackle the elephant in the room shall we? I think everyone in attendance is wondering about the condition of your lip? You know the same lip that I ferociously ripped your disgusting lip ring out of? How much surgery did it take to fix that up kid?

He touches a hand to his lip where the ring was pulled out, nursing the scar and then shrugging.

Punk: Seth, buddy, to be honest I forgot all about it. Rings? Piercings? It all just seems a little outdated. I'm accessorizing with belts now... didn't you hear?

Brooks nods down towards the title he's holding at his side.

Seth Rollins:Oh, Phil, you've always been a truly funny man. That is a nice belt you acquired, but I think that world does wonder; what kind of a man wears a damn lip ring to prized fight anyway?



Paul Heyman quickly interjects.

Paul Heyman: I’ve got a question! Let’s rewind to a week prior, you had your match with Shawn Michaels that you lost. The world remembers, but I think the world would like to know something. What were your first thoughts when you realized that you were on the receiving end of a vicious curb stomp?

Stroking his chin to feign some deep consideration, Punk gives it a sec before responding.

Punk: Hmmm... huh... I guess I'd like to say I was surprised but there wasn't actually anything shocking about an old friend I wrote off for being a limp coward six years ago took his first best opportunity to shove a knife in my back. Add in that he's got another jaded ghost of Christmas Past in his ear - a guy famous for being the foremost bottom-feeder in a business built by and for bottom-feeders - it was just par for the course.

Does taking a Curb Stomp suck? You betcha. But it's not that great of a wrestling maneuver. If it was, maybe Seth here would be the guy with the gold and I'd be interviewing him on my EC3-forgot-to-book-me-again talk show.

Seth Rollins: Well would you look at this folks? The man gets two wins and all of a sudden he's too big for his britches. I know you had your big match and all last week but surely, you watched the rest of the program didn't you? There's no way you could have missed me being the MVP of my team and helping secure a win in my tag team match. If it wasn't for me WarHorse surely would have lost. He needed me just like this show needs my face on its screen whether you're too dense to admit it or not.

Punk: Yeah I saw your match. I'm a bit confused, though... which part are you bragging about here? When Orton turned on his own teammate and RKO'd him or when WARHORSE was the one who capitalized?

Seth Rollins: Uhhh--- umm--- well-- anyways-- So I’m sure you’re itching to tell the world, how you did it? How did you bounce back from loss after loss to win a big match? How did you dig deep down into yourself and pull out the big win that No one believed you could achieve besides the losers that live in Chicago?

Punk yawns and offers up a facetious reply.

Punk: Lots of stretching and sticking to a healthy diet, I guess.

Seth Rollins: After somehow stealing that win, the win that I should have had, you got to face AJ Styles once more. What was your thought process going into that match?

Punk: That AJ Styles is a fraud and given a second chance to prove it, I'd make good. And I did. Easy peezy, lemon squeezy.

Seth Rollins: So let’s talk about the feeling that poured over once you hoisted that championship belt up for the first time. How and what did you feel exactly?

Punk: Titles belts aren't exciting to me anymore, Seth. I know for guys like you, a physical manifestation of "glory" is a big deal, but I've had so many throughout my career now it's kinda like... ya know... meh, whatever. Seeing AJ's Wrestlemania dream shatter into a million little pieces the same way yours did the week before? That was some good shit.

Seth Rollins: And how does it feel knowing that your reign is only going to be a few short weeks once I get an opportunity to pry it off your skinny fat waist?



Punk: Haha. Skinny fat. Nice one. And hey, who knows? In a "few short weeks" you might be able to rub two wins together, which is tantamount to an earned contendership in this company right now. If I were you though, I'd try for Wyatt. Or maybe Mysterio. Hell, Sami's calling himself champ now, call him up. Anyone but me. Anyone except the guy that's already got the better of you twice since you got back - the guy who booted you out the door in 2016. I'm always gonna big-brother you, Seth.

I know people like you, and that's because you're exactly like everyone else. Heyman doesn't help. A new hair colour or trunks can't change it. Egomaniac, athletic, strong style mark who has never had one original thought, criticism or ambition in his miserable life. I could stick my hand into the indy scene and pull out a carbon copy. I've seen you forty, fifty times before. I know exactly how to beat you because even when I wasn't beating you, I was beating guys just like you.

You're not on my level or my radar. Can't you take a hint? I finally got a night off while EC3 looks up and down the roster trying to find someone to face me at Wrestlemania. You weren't booked. You're not even on the menu. Nobody is paying their hard-earned cash to find out which of us is the better man because the answer's already clear. Wanna step to me? Stake a claim for this belt? Bud, you could Curb Stomp me from behind again but what would that prove? Put in the work. Get some wins. Make some leverage. Convince anyone besides Paul E. that you're worth a damn and maybe I'll give you the time of day. I love the idea of facing off against young, hungry contenders. But you? Tonight? There's nothing there. You're nothing special, kid.

I've got better things to do. Didn't you hear? We're living in the Renaissance now. I'm only out here to tell you that there's no room for this... whatever this is... in the new world.

A look of utter and complete disgust displays across Seth's Rollins face. He turns red as an apple practically begins to spew steam from his mouth. He steps up right to CM Punk's face. He slowly lifts the mic to his face.

Seth Rollins: You ungrateful, little, raggedy twerp. I can't believe you're still alive and able to breathe. I wouldn't think that a guy who has his own head this far up his own ass would still be able to breathe pure oxygen yet here we are. You know, it's remarkable how sick a guy can get from drinking his own koolaid. I hope I'm there to see you get that smug little chin of yours bashed in; better yet---

Corey Graves: Oh my God! What the Hell?!?!

Out of nowhere, before Seth can capitalise on his words on beating down Punk, the Warhorse comes out of nowhere! He’s clocked him from behind with a forearm, and Seth stands back, shocked at how he’s just kinda jumped out of thin air like this but chuckling slightly. Punk lays downed in the ring, as the Warhorse glares over towards Paul and Seth standing on the other side of the ring. The gaze that could shatter glass.

Paul looks to Seth to see what the action is, and Seth raises his arms, and gets the heck outta dodge from this. He does eye down Warhorse as he leaves though, not content with stepping aside, but realising that the Warhorse is no friend. The Warhorse watches him leave.

The Warhorse pounces down on Punk, firing off forearms, wearing him down. Strike after strike echoing throughout his skull like a shout in a cave. He backs up, taking the Intercontinental Championship. He holds it up with both hands, looking down at it, as there’s a noticeable looming cheer from the crowd. The fans are changing their mind of what they think of the Warhorse? Is all of the capitalisation lately gained faith yet again from the UWF crowd?

Mauro Ranallo: Has CM Punk’s ego finally grated the UWF audience to the point where Warhorse is their saviour?

Tom Phillips: HE ALWAYS WAS, BOYS.

He holds it with one hand, down by his side, and then stomps, raring Punk back up to his feet, wanting him to get back up to his feet. Punk staggers back up, and the Warhorse clocks him over the head with the championship Punk lays flat out, knocked out on the canvas, spread out wide.

The Warhorse looks down on the fallen CM Punk, standing tall. He then heads over to Punk’s microphone that he knocked out of his hand clean. He picks it up, and glares down on Punk.k



WARHORSE: YOU’RE MY BITCH NOW, BOY.

The Warhorse drops the microphone, dipping out of the ring. Heading back up the ramp, he doesn’t look back at the cleaned out CM Punk. Short and to the point, but nobody around here dares to dictate their words like that, and we think it’s pretty clear what the intentions of the Warhorse were here tonight. To declare war on CM Punk, and his championship.

Tom Phillips: AH HELL YEAH, BROTHER.





The scene cuts to Go Shiozaki, peering over at the event card posted backstage.

Go Shiozaki: For the past couple minutes I’ve been standing here, staring at this piece of paper, wondering why my name is absent from it.

Go’s expression becomes presently irritated.

Go Shiozaki: “A week off” they told me. “Enjoy it”... they told me. “You need it”... they. told. me.

If you take one look at the bandaged and bruised Shiozaki, you’d know that yes, he certainly does need a week off. UWF matchmakers did him a favor really, saving him from himself... but Go doesn’t see it that way.

Go Shiozaki: I don’t take weeks off. I don’t rest. True wrestlers value time in the ring, no matter how painful that time may be... over rest. How could I enjoy being jailed off from the thing I love doing. That’s not relaxing... that’s worrisome... that’s scary to me. I am being withdrawn from what defines me.

Go’s expression goes from irritated to desperate, like a child being torn away from a mother, yearning for his love to come back to him.

Go Shiozaki: I want to make it clear... I will not stand for this ever again. I refuse to idly sit by while things are taken from me. I’ve seen it happen before, and I will never see it happen again.

The scene fades away, leaving Go Shiozaki to grovel in the halls of the arena, wondering what he’s supposed to do if not wrestle.





DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Clearwater, Florida, weighing in tonight at 165 lbs, Matt Sydal!

The crowd cheer unenthusiastically at a man who should be in their eyes a hero, but is clearly not with the track record he’s been having here thus far in UWF. He holds his peace sign up, or whatever, and I don’t know, man, goes with the flow, feels the air, takes it all in, looks through his third eye. You tell me.

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.

DING! DING!

With all the theoretics, AJ is finally in the ring. What a way to compensate, guy, bet you drive a big truck too. Ass. Oh and Matt Sydal is on the other side of the ring, he’s prepping, he has his mind on top form. He has his brain’s eye blasting like a subwoofer out of a jock’s car. Or like those people who like to take phone calls and you can hear it all because for some reason it projects it like a speaker outta the car too? What’s even the deal with that? I really don’t know, like who didn’t think “maybe a phone call shouldn’t be shared with the whole damn street”. Some assholes in modern technology, I tell you.

Oh, the speech finally wasted the time we needed to for AJ to be ready and raring for his match with the cuegle!

Corey Graves: AJ Styles has had a helluva momentum rush going forward lately, ahead of his match with the formidable Bray Wyatt at Wrestlemania. Matt Sydal will just be some chump to feed him.

Tom Phillips: Don’t count him out Corey! He has three eyes!

Corey Graves: Terrifying.

Mauro Ranallo: Let me remind you two they actually have some history, they go back to the old days of Ring of Honor wrestling.

Corey Graves: That’s a stretch Mauro, who told you that? Google?

The two lock up, finally, and tighten down nice and tight like a tire… thing. I don’t drive. They go back and forth, pushing each other forward and backwards, doing that wrestling action we all love to see, well at least love to hear about. Who actually gets a kick out of a lockup? Cornetto? Sydal goes to try and push the momentum on Styles, but capitalises off it, and pushes him down to the mat sharply with his vulnerability.

Styles runs over and boots him on the head. A hefty bonk. Big stick move. He then puts his knee down over Sydal's shoulder and starts wrenching back the arm. One, two and three wrenches back, and then he slams the arm forward, getting up and then stomping it down to the mat.

Mauro Ranallo: Styles making sure Sydal doesn’t get a glimpse of a comeback here in this match.

Sydal rolls over to the ropes, and Styles boots him in the gut. Sydal is woozy up against the ropes, and Styles whips him to the other side of the ring, and then laps out Sydal, who keeps on running to the other side, jumping up for a leapfrog quickly, but Styles stops in the middle and hits an arm drag on Sydal, slamming him down to the mat back first.

Styles stays on the arm, pressuring his knee in on the back of the joint, and pulling back. Making sure he stays in control here. Sydal hits at the mat, trying to get a rhythm going. He does so, making the crowd try to rally him up. He turns up, trying to push up, but AJ doesn’t let up any pressure on the hold, pushing him back down, but Sydal swings for Styles’ head and breaks free, up on his feet.

Sydal runs to the ropes, and bounces back off to Styles, who gets back his footing and lays out Sydal with a massive swung for lariat which turns Sydal inside out, connecting harshly with the mat.

Tom Phillips: Yeesh rough landing.

Corey Graves: I guess that’s really how it is when you try and one up someone like AJ Styles, it just doesn’t happen.

Styles pulls Sydal back up to his feet, and snaps him up quickly for an inverted atomic drop, zinging him and stunning him. He hits the ropes, and comes back, jumping and hits a hurricanrana, flipping Sydal over cleanly, and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Tom Phillips: Styles really seems to be rushing it here tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: Clearly trying to make more of a statement coming off last week losing his championship.

Sydal kicks out at two from the hurricanrana, and Styles springs off it. Styles looks down, he wants to end this shit right goddamn now. He pulls Sydal under his legs, and then extends his arms out for his little taunt thing. He pulls him up, setting up for the Styles Clash with Sydal stranded upside down. He jumps up, slamming him clean out, and turning him over for a cover, to get this one over with.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: Here’s your winner, AJ Styles!

Styles gets up, dusting off his hands, and clearly not looking too ecstatic about his win over Sydal, he wanted to get his momentum back on track, and he’s done it tonight with a reasonably quick win over Sydal, but you’d have to think he needs a bit more to pull him forward to beat Bray Wyatt.




The scene opens up in the backstage area, in a locked room. The camera pans out and we see none other than The Architect taping his wrists. Paul Heyman is by his side straightening his tie.


Paul Heyman: Ya know, It’s about damn time someone did something to that nagging CM Punk. He’s been running his damn mouth for far too long around these parts. He was far overdue for that beatdown.


Seth Rollins: I’m just surprised that I didn’t get a chance to do it.


Paul Heyman: Speaking of which, there’s been that one annoying brat that’s also been getting in our way lately. What was that scrubs name again? All I remember is the championship of a defunct division that he keeps gloating about.


Seth Rollins: Sami.


Paul Heyman: Yes! That’s the scrub! He also stole your TV time two weeks ago and you know how much interviews are now, those things aren’t cheap!


Seth Rollins: That almost slipped my mind with everything that’s been going on lately. I think it’s time I return that favor—isn’t his match coming up soon?


Paul Heyman: It sure the hell is!





Seth Rollins: I think it’s time that I pay little Sami a visit and get some of my TV time back.


The scene then fades to black as Seth Rollins walks off and Paul rubs his hands to a sinister little grin.




The scene opens up on The Will walking around an eerie looking location.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: This is the creepiest place I could think of so we’ve got to be close.

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Okay, you’re right, second creepiest place I could think of. The first is my in-laws’ house.

What sounds like distant laughter is heard.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: That’s him! It’s gotta be! Approach quietly.

As Heath is tiptoeing, Rhino is pulled into the darkness.

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore!

Heath turns around frightened.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Rhino?

The laughter gets closer.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Bu...buddy?

As the laughter draws closer and closer, suddenly it stops.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Phew! I thought that was...

The laughter starts back up now as Heath looks terrified into the camera at something.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Aww come on, baby, please! I’ve got kids! Please no!

Things go completely black as Heath is heard screaming.




DING DING!

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


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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.



Tony Chimel: From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!

Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.



As the ring bell sounds, Sami runs right at Abyss, leading with his shoulder to try and knock the, “Monster” down but he bounces off Abyss and falls to a seated position holding his shoulder. As he starts climbing to his feet, Abyss grabs his shoulders and turns, tossing Sami through the air into the corner. Sami hits just as Abyss charges and sandwiches him in the corner. As Abyss backs up, Zayn falls forward as Abyss goozles him and stands him back up in the corner, releasing the goozle and smacking Sami’s chest with the palm of the other hand. The look on Sami’s face says it all as Abyss grabs his shoulders again and turns, throwing him through the air once more as Sami hits the mat in the center of the ring and rolls to a seated position as he puts his arms behind him and starts scurrying away from the approaching, “Monster”.


Seth Rollins: I don't think running away from him is helping.

Abyss reaches down and palms the top of Zayn’s head, pulling straight up as he sets him on his feet and then releases the hold on the head. Before Abyss can attack again, Sami kicks him directly in the sternum and Abyss slides back a bit. Sami follows up with a Toe Kick and, as Abyss hunches down, clobbers him with a Discus Elbow to the side of the head. Abyss staggers into the ropes as Sami leaps onto his back and tries to apply a Sleeper Hold but the big man reaches back and grabs a handful of Sami’s hair, slinging him over his shoulder as Sami lands shakily on his feet. Abyss clobbers Zayn in the back of the head with a forearm, sending him staggering forward into the ropes as he turns Sami around and whips him into the opposite ropes. As Sami comes off, Abyss goes to grab him but he’s hit with a Helluva Kick that sends him staggering backward into the ropes.

Abyss catches himself on the ropes as Sami charges him and goes for another Helluva Kick but Abyss ducks and hoists Sami onto his shoulders as he takes a few steps from the ropes and connects with the Shock Treatment. Abyss goes for the cover.

ONE!

NO!

The referee barely gets the first count before Sami shoots his shoulder up from the mat. Abyss creates some distance as Sami sits up and starts climbing to his feet but as he does, Abyss goozles him and hoists him up for a Chokeslam but with a well placed kick, Sami is able to slip free and once he lands on his feet, he jumps up and connects with a Basement Dropkick that sends Abyss into the nearest turnbuckle as he hits hard and starts staggering back towards Sami as Sami leaps up and hooks the head, circling Abyss a bit by turning his body before connecting with a Satellite DDT. The big man turns and lays there on his back as Sami flips toward the ropes and lands on his hands, springing off them with his body back towards Abyss as he connects with a Handstand Moonsault.

As Zayn gets up after impact, he sees Abyss is still down as he approaches for the follow-up but then Abyss sits up, freezing Sami in his tracks. Abyss climbs to his feet quickly as Zayn starts teeing off with punches that are having no effect except angering the, “Monster” as Abyss smacks Sami’s arm away and takes him off his feet with a Big Boot. Sami is seeing stars as Abyss reaches down and goozles him with both hands, lifting him off the mat and holding him at the height of his reach as Sami desperately kicks at the air and tries to pry the big man’s fingers away from his throat.

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: Sami Zayn’s getting the life choked out of him!

Corey Graves: That referee needs to do his job before we see a live murder!

Seth Rollins: But would it really be that bad though if it did happen?

When all hope looks to be lost for the forever champion, he manages a kick to Abyss’ head as Abyss drops him. Sami staggers upon landing and accidentally falls into the referee, knocking the both of them down. Zayn rolls out of the ring now and heads over to the ringside area, retrieving his championship belt. He re-enters the ring but as he goes to hit Abyss with it, Abyss punches the belt out of his hands and goozles him with the other hand, lifting him and delivering a Chokeslam onto the belt. Father James Mitchell hands up the bag now as Abyss snatches it and quickly pours out the tacks onto the mat. Abyss grabs Sami now but Sami hits him with a low blow and connects with a Sit-Out Facebuster, driving the, “Monster” into the tacks. As the referee is coming to, Sami does his best to sweep the tacks out of the ring and throws the belt to the floor so that when the referee recovers, he sees no foul play.

Seth Rollins: Clever move eh? Looks like something I might need to steal.

As Abyss is down and bleeding from his forehead, Sami goes to the top turnbuckle, the fans booing intensely. Sami leaps off but Abyss stands up in one quick motion and reverses into a form of Black Hole Slam but is unable to make the cover. Zayn manages to kip up as he seizes the nearest arm to him and applies an old Dynamic Duo favorite.

Corey Graves: The Disarmer! I love it!

Due to his size, Abyss is able to fight up and out of the hold as he pulls his arm free and uses his other hand to push Sami back. Sami looks none too pleased about this as he walks up to Abyss and slaps him. The crowd, “Oooh”’s as Abyss looks at Zayn with a crazed look but as he approaches, Sami leaps and stomps on both feet simultaneously, then turns and drives the point of his elbow into the abdomen. As Abyss hunches over, Sami grabs Abyss’ face, digging his thumbs into the, “Monster”’s eyes as Abyss starts crying out in pain.

Tom Phillips: This is heinous!

Mauro Ranallo: Sami Zayn performing an impromptu lobotomy!

Corey Graves: I hope Abyss has a good eye doctor for when they pop like grapes!

Seth Rollins: I've got my glass ready for the wine!

Abyss manages to grab the wrists of Sami and guide his hands away and then connects with a Headbutt, throwing Sami backward into the ropes. As Sami comes off the ropes, the, “Monster” hits him with another Black Hole Slam but keeps hold of him after impact as he stands up with Zayn but Zayn delivers a knee to the chest and hooks the head as Abyss hunches over, connecting with a Spike DDT. Sami goes to the top turnbuckle again and leaps off, connecting with a Double Foot Stomp. Abyss looks motionless as Sami rolls him over and grabs a fistful of hair on the back of his opponent’s head and uses his other hand to start pulling at the mask. Sami pulls it up over Abyss’ eyes and then backs away as the, “Monster” comes to life and starts aimlessly swinging at the air. After a moment of this, Abyss grabs at his own face and adjusts his mask but as he pulls it down, he’s blasted with a Helluva Kick as he’s knocked into the nearest corner as Sami immediately hits him with another Helluva Kick, sandwiching Abyss’ head between his boot and the turnbuckle pad.

Abyss staggers out of the corner dizzily as Sami catches him and, in a big burst of strength, takes him down with an Exploder Suplex. Sami goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THRE...NO!

Abyss gets the shoulder up as Sami creates some distance and stands in the nearest corner, waiting on the, “Monster” to get up. As Sami does this, Rollins nods to Heyman as Paul reaches in and grabs Zayn’s leg. Sami fights him off and as he looks, Abyss is up and turning around as he takes off towards his opponent going for the Helluva Kick but Abyss reverses into the Black Hole Slam and covers Sami.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, “The Monster” Abyss!

Seth Rollins: Now thats how you take the trash out.

Abyss raises his arms above his head before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp with Father Mitchell. The cameras get a shot of the downed Sami Zayn as Revolution continues.





After a brief splash of the Revolution graphic, the feed takes us backstage where interviewer Charly Caruso is standing by.



CHARLY CARUSO
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Shawn Micha--

HEADS UP!

A streak blasts through the frame, knocking Caruso aside and as the camera pans, it catches sight of the Scottish Psychopath, Drew Galloway, just as his boot connects with the jaw of the Heartbreak Kid! HBK goes down from  the Claymore as Drew kips up and then mounts him, laying in thunderous punches to the unprotected face of his ambushed opponent, then grabbing him by the throat and attempting to physically choke the life from him much as he had done to Bray Wyatt just weeks before. Soon, security rushes into the frame, grabbing Galloway under his arms and hauling him off of Mr. Wrestlemania as the Scot hurls obscenities and insults at his opponent before breaking down in a fit of laughter. Security pulls him some feet away as medical personnel rush in to check on Michaels, but then Drew moves as though he plans to continue the assault and the guards grab him once again.

DREW GALLOWAY
Hey Shawn, I guess my kick's bigger than yours!

The obvious double entendre goes over like a lead balloon as the Scot turns and leaves the scene of his misdeed while Michaels is tended to. Caruso shrugs for the camera as if to say, "What next?" as the feed moves along.




The camera follows a swift Renee Young. She’s been quite the busy woman, and even now eagerly hunts down her next interviewee. After some searching, she finds him in a random hallway. It’s Go Shiozaki, looking rather lost. He lethargically straggles through the hallway, frustratingly shaking his head before being suddenly interrupted by Renee.

Renee: Ahem... are you alright, Go?

Go Shiozaki: Oh... yes... just a little headache... that’s all.

Renee: Well... would you mind answering a few questions?

Go’s ears perk up, excited to be greeted with any sort of intrigue.

Go Shiozaki: Sure.

Renee: Well, last week after your hard-fought match against Rikishi, you interrupted what would have been a vicious beatdown on him. You made it clear you weren’t too fond of the big man, yet you saved him from Abyss’ wrath, putting yourself in harms way... why?

Go looks confused, as if what he did should be expected.

Go Shiozaki: Why did I save him?... why wouldn’t I? What Abyss tried to do is an insult to everything I stand for... and listen, I am not one of those... prudes that demands a match be fought a certain way. If someone gets a bit rowdy or rough during a match... oh well... a wrestler should do whatever they deem necessary to capture success... but beating a man down with weapons after he’s endured such a tough battle? That’s not wrestling. It’s distasteful... and not only that, Abyss and his... “father” tried such a thing inches away from where I stood!... as if I would let that happen in my home. I can’t be letting people think they could do such a heinous act while I stand there and watch. It’s flat out disrespectful to me. I was defending myself as much as I was defending Rikishi that day. I am proud of what I did.

Renee: It was certainly something to be proud of, but a lot of people seem to think you might have gotten yourself into something you shouldn’t have. Are you worried about the consequences of your actions.

Go stares at Renee for a silent few moments, before burying his head in his hands. He looks up to answer, a staunch worry in his eyes.

Go Shiozaki: People... are worried?... about me?

Renee gives an awkward look back at the camera, and then back at go before slowly nodding her head yes.

Go Shiozaki: No... that’s... no. I am perfect, they know that. They know I can take on anything and everything.

Renee: Well... everyone knows how strong of a competitor you are... but now you might be in Abyss’ sights, and that’s not a very good place to be. Of course some people are worried.

Go Shiozaki: I... I don’t believe you. Somebody told you a lie. They must have. Do you hear the cheers every time I stand in front of that crowd? They believe in me.

Renee: Of course they do, but not because you’re invincible. After all, you did lose to Drew G-

Go interrupts Renee, aggressively putting his hand over the microphone, blocking Renee from finishing the sentence. He violently shakes his head and stares at Renee with a haunted look in his eyes. Before she can say another word he storms off, nauseated by the mere thought of someone not having the upmost confidence in Go’s abilities in the ring.

Renee: ...and that was Go Shiozaki ladies and gentlemen. Thanks for the interview, Go.

The scene begins to fade out as Renee makes an off handed comment to the cameraman.

Renee: This damn company. I swear I can’t get a sane interview out of anybody in this hellhole.





A vignette plays. The words “he has returned” are plastered all over grim decrepit walls. We see one half of a face - Tomasso Ciampa’s face. He holds up his infamous ‘Project: Ciampa’ folder containing all of his plans. He rips it in half.

Tommaso Ciampa: Did ya miss me?



Ciampa waves to the camera as the shot transitions.





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.





HBK's music plays but no one comes out. Wyatt is laughing in the ring while the song fades out. The crowd is standing around wondering where he is but then his msuic starts up once more. This time Shawn Michaels emerges from the back slowly walking out while medical officials try to get him to come backstage and tell him he can't compete. Michaels waves them off and stumbles down the ramp, entering the ring. He almost loses his balance as he stands up too quickly but shakes his head. The ref asks him if he's sure and he nods yes so he calls for the bell.

VS


DING DING DING


Tom Phillips: Shawn Michaels doesn't look like he's in any condition to compete here tonight.

Corey Graves: We thought the Primetime Medal was beneath him and he deserved to go up against the big boys. You reap what you sow Michaels!


Shawn has his dukes up but he looks like he can barely keep himself upright. Wyatt laughs at him before taking off, squishing him in the corner with a big Body Avalanche. He backs up and Michaels falls face first on the mat. Wyatt falls down and looks at him like an inquisitive child, face in his hands while kicking his feet around. Michaels lifts himself up to see Wyatt staring at him and spits right in his face! The smile is lifted from Wyatt's face and he stands up only to jump on his back with a Senton! He stands back up only to do it again, and again. HBK is being flattened into a pancake as Wyatt lands on him over and over again.


Tom Phillips: My god, the ref may need to stop this match.

Corey Graves: Does he know how many enemies he made with those comments last week? Nobody just waltz's into the World title picture since EC3 took over.

Mauro Ranallo: Drew Galloway sent him a message earlier tonight but Bray Wyatt is might be getting ready to shove it down his throat.


As if on cue, Wyatt stands up and holds his hand in the air, that glove moving as he slowly wiggles his fingers. Shawn doesn't really move however and Wyatt gets tired of waiting for him to get up. He leands down and picks up Michaels by his hair and holds him in his arms. The smile returns to his face and he dances around with Michael's limp body before bowing him over his knee. He gives him a kiss on the forehead before snapping back to deliver the Sister Abigail! HBK's head is spiked into the mat and the UWF Champion lays over him for the pin.



1 . . .



2 . . .



3 . . .



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion Bray Wyatt!




Corey Graves: Shawn Michaels returned to the company and was able to defeat the likes of CM Punk and Randy Orton and yet, Bray Wyatt dominated him. Just goes to show you how unstoppable our World Champion is.

Mauro Ranallo: Let's not forget about the assist from Drew Galloway earlier tonight.


As Wyatt kneels down with the UWF Championship in his hands, he doesn't have much time to celebrate before some familiar music hits.



AJ Styles makes his way out sans the Intercontinental Championship. He makes a beeline straight for Wyatt but the champ just stays on his knees, not even bothering to glance his way. Styles slides into the ring but as soon as he does the lights go out. The crowd is abuzz and it takes 10 seconds, 10 long seconds before they come back on. Styles is in the ring alone and Wyatt is on the Tron in his funhouse. He doesn't say a word but there's a smile on his face. He points down and the camera slowly pans down to show Rhino and Heath Slater laying on the ground in front of him unconscious.


Tom Phillips: That's The Will. They've been looking for the funhouse for weeks and we saw they got into trouble earlier in the night so it seems they might have found it.

Corey Graves: Did they find it or did Wyatt find them.


It pans back up and Wyatt waves goodbye to Styles as the show comes to a close.




END OF SHOW



Credits


Styles vs Sydal - George
Orton vs Hornswoggle - Fauche
Abyss vs Zayn, Galloway vs Cena - Dresden
HBK vs Wyatt, Piper vs Rikishi - Danny

[Fauche]

Our boy Galloway out here to kick things off with the curtain-jerk squash. Hate to see Jimmy gone AWOL but he always comes home. So no worries. On the flip side of that coin, Rikishi out here being consistent week after week, always tt'ing, dropping promos. Great stuff. Great promo, too, touching on everything he's got going on, what went down last week, what's happening next. Everything you'd want in a promo. Nice work dude.

The Orton / Hornswoggle thread was delightful and I had lots of fun writing this match. Wins and losses be damned - DB plays an guy that's always entertaining to read and super easy to write for. Evolution is on a tremendous role rn, putting in lots of work every week. Looking forward in having me that novel-length thread with him some day.

Nice promo from Styles here setting up that rematch down the line plus that Mania main event he has to do first or whatever. Double duty for the Good Doctor tonight, too, when his boys finally track down Bray backstage. Bah Gawd. The man has kids. Sacrificing his goons to put over the spooky opponent's gimmick? WHERE HAVE WE SEEN THAT BEFORE? Disappointed we didn't get some interaction between Slater, Rhino and the puppets but there's still the go-home show so it's not too late.

WARHORSE promos went from all caps to this guy's vibe:

If you know, you know.

Rough landing for Punk in Rollins' Pit. All these friggin haters tryna harsh my vibe. Win some matches and earn that shot then we'll talk. Haven't seen a beatdown like this since Hoov was writing our Bryan / Omega segments.

New guy's Gresham is top notch. Nailing that gimmick, and it's always nice to see a character we haven't had before. I thinks a feud between him and Shiozaki would be tight. But maybe not so much BOLD. Speaking of Go, solid promo from Roach here lamenting the week off. Shiozaki the most intensely forlorn brother ever.

Bummer about Comeback no-showing. Really hope he's back soon. That HBK is awesome, and the match with Galloway was promising as heck. But also, what the hell? You gonna debut against me and drop killer tt's with custom photoshopped pics and then no-show against Rey so he can squash you? Now everyone's gonna think Rey's like waaaaaaaaaaay better than me. Absolute bullspit. Whatever. It's fine. Everything's fine. Happy to see Heelboi back, too. I saw that lil Ciampa thing. Please stick around my dude you're great.

Anyway, no-shows aren't terrific but the dudes who did show showed up and that's dandy. The only thing that would make things ever better these days is if you (yes YOU!) decided to write a match once in a while. Not even every week! Maybe every other week! Or every other other week! Even once a month would be super helpful. Plus you'll feel good for contributing I promise.

[Dres]

I feel like the promo quality outdid the match output but that’s because of there being several squashes. I’ve been looking forward to the Punk promo after he said last week he’d have more to say after he won the belt and it delivered, it’s intriguing to have a champion that isn’t really interested in being champion but at the same time is. Things between myself and Rey are developing nicely even though that makes the threat he is even more imposing. Do I even stand a chance? Find out at Mania!

But yeah, good show, I enjoyed it.

[Evolution J]

Mar 17, 2021 22:00:45 GMT -6 Fauche said:

Our boy Galloway out here to kick things off with the curtain-jerk squash. Hate to see Jimmy gone AWOL but he always comes home. So no worries. On the flip side of that coin, Rikishi out here being consistent week after week, always tt'ing, dropping promos. Great stuff. Great promo, too, touching on everything he's got going on, what went down last week, what's happening next. Everything you'd want in a promo. Nice work dude.

The Orton / Hornswoggle thread was delightful and I had lots of fun writing this match. Wins and losses be damned - DB plays an guy that's always entertaining to read and super easy to write for. Evolution is on a tremendous role rn, putting in lots of work every week. Looking forward in having me that novel-length thread with him some day.

Nice promo from Styles here setting up that rematch down the line plus that Mania main event he has to do first or whatever. Double duty for the Good Doctor tonight, too, when his boys finally track down Bray backstage. Bah Gawd. The man has kids. Sacrificing his goons to put over the spooky opponent's gimmick? WHERE HAVE WE SEEN THAT BEFORE? Disappointed we didn't get some interaction between Slater, Rhino and the puppets but there's still the go-home show so it's not too late.

WARHORSE promos went from all caps to this guy's vibe:

If you know, you know.

Rough landing for Punk in Rollins' Pit. All these friggin haters tryna harsh my vibe. Win some matches and earn that shot then we'll talk. Haven't seen a beatdown like this since Hoov was writing our Bryan / Omega segments.

New guy's Gresham is top notch. Nailing that gimmick, and it's always nice to see a character we haven't had before. I thinks a feud between him and Shiozaki would be tight. But maybe not so much BOLD. Speaking of Go, solid promo from Roach here lamenting the week off. Shiozaki the most intensely forlorn brother ever.

Bummer about Comeback no-showing. Really hope he's back soon. That HBK is awesome, and the match with Galloway was promising as heck. But also, what the hell? You gonna debut against me and drop killer tt's with custom photoshopped pics and then no-show against Rey so he can squash you? Now everyone's gonna think Rey's like waaaaaaaaaaay better than me. Absolute bullspit. Whatever. It's fine. Everything's fine. Happy to see Heelboi back, too. I saw that lil Ciampa thing. Please stick around my dude you're great.

Anyway, no-shows aren't terrific but the dudes who did show showed up and that's dandy. The only thing that would make things ever better these days is if you (yes YOU!) decided to write a match once in a while. Not even every week! Maybe every other week! Or every other other week! Even once a month would be super helpful. Plus you'll feel good for contributing I promise.

Thanks Fauche for writing my match with DB and also for your comments. I honestly wouldn't mind facing you one on one and it might possibly be a novel one as well. Lol. As for DB, my brother knows me too well.  So yeah, even though I just wish he can make longer roleplays like he used to. But my brother can be hilarious in his promo and love having fun. I might have to beat him and replace him as the new crazy losing jobber some day..... But overall, The show was awesome as usual. I enjoy it and I give props to everyone involved. Huge props who wrote the show and who have participate in their matches. I admit I was shocked to see Comeback not show up for his match against Bray Wyatt. But I hope he comes back. The new feuds with Warhorse and Punk will sure tear the  house down. The new debuts look pretty interesting, The people who didn't rp doesn't look good at all. Seem to be a common thing right now. But Seth is on a roll. Glad to see Heelboi  back. Hope he stays. Roach kills it as usual. Still miss his other character though. But this one will do. It will be a good match between Rey and Dresden for sure.

But overall, thanks to all the wonderful comments about me. I honestly couldn't do it without you guys. If it wouldn't for you guys to comment on my performance and push me to face a better character to work with. I wouldn't be here right now. Thanks again. Also thanks to my brother to still believing me during my bad moments.

[George]

I usually do a comment like a day after or like on show day so it’s later than usual but hey ho here’s my comment thing. Thing. Generally coming out of this show we have a helluva lot of things happening and developing quickly, so I’ll probably just talk about those instead of purely *segments* as nobody really talks about segment writing enough anyway.

I was actually incredibly surprised the next show is the go home for Mania, I didn’t really see it coming, but hey, I guess it do be like that. I woulda thought another two weeks or three even, but heck, the next show is fine. Kinda mad I didn’t get to map out the Punk feud more as I was very gassed to work on that.

Galloway is looking REAL strong coming out of this show which makes sense as he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the first Prime Time medal holder, which should be probably pretty solid going ahead in months coming. (unless if we get Roach in there somehow, what are we doin with Roach? Idk I think it wouldn’t be random if he’s not doing nothing and we got the rematch of Shozaki vs McIntyre, oh well we’ll probably just go with the guaranteed squash because why not, Renee)

I love the logic of “they beat them and they beat them” because that means the Warhorse is 800 times better than CM Punk because he beat BRey and Shawn beat that skanky Pepsi Man’s behind. Eat the dirt Pepsi swigger. I do as matter of fact, as Hulk once said, see this as a complete win.

Good to see that we’re keeping the Television Championship scene occupied with Evolution J’s Orton going for it. He’s been dropping bombs like the US military lately so he absolutely deserves to be in that scene.

I think we’ve got a good set of angles for the matches lined up for Mania. I don’t know if some of them seem as big of a deal as they could be but hey ho. Also big up Gunn for picking up the dub over Danny.

[Evolution J]

Mar 20, 2021 10:03:48 GMT -6 George said:

I usually do a comment like a day after or like on show day so it’s later than usual but hey ho here’s my comment thing. Thing. Generally coming out of this show we have a helluva lot of things happening and developing quickly, so I’ll probably just talk about those instead of purely *segments* as nobody really talks about segment writing enough anyway.

I was actually incredibly surprised the next show is the go home for Mania, I didn’t really see it coming, but hey, I guess it do be like that. I woulda thought another two weeks or three even, but heck, the next show is fine. Kinda mad I didn’t get to map out the Punk feud more as I was very gassed to work on that.

Galloway is looking REAL strong coming out of this show which makes sense as he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the first Prime Time medal holder, which should be probably pretty solid going ahead in months coming. (unless if we get Roach in there somehow, what are we doin with Roach? Idk I think it wouldn’t be random if he’s not doing nothing and we got the rematch of Shozaki vs McIntyre, oh well we’ll probably just go with the guaranteed squash because why not, Renee)

I love the logic of “they beat them and they beat them” because that means the Warhorse is 800 times better than CM Punk because he beat BRey and Shawn beat that skanky Pepsi Man’s behind. Eat the dirt Pepsi swigger. I do as matter of fact, as Hulk once said, see this as a complete win.

Good to see that we’re keeping the Television Championship scene occupied with Evolution J’s Orton going for it. He’s been dropping bombs like the US military lately so he absolutely deserves to be in that scene.

I think we’ve got a good set of angles for the matches lined up for Mania. I don’t know if some of them seem as big of a deal as they could be but hey ho. Also big up Gunn for picking up the dub over Danny.

Thanks for the comment George. But I guess I feel that I deserved to get the title shot like.....next year. I still got to earn it like everyone else.