Revolution 3/25/21

[Danny]

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



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

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: We’ve got John Cena taking on Rey Mysterio in non-title action.

Corey Graves: Also on deck, Drew Galloway mixes it up with Seth Rollins.

Tom Phillips: Hornswoggle squares off against CM Punk in a non-title match.

Mauro Ranallo: Tomasso Ciampa versus Jonathan Gresham.

Corey Graves: Abyss tangles with Go Shiozaki.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event, WARHORSE goes against Sami Zayn.

Mauro Ranallo:But first it's Roddy Piper vs Matt Sydal! Take it away Tony!






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.





VS


DING DING DING


Sydal and Piper go to lock up in the center of the ring but Sydal throws a leg kick. Piper winces but ignores the pain and goes for a tie up once more. Sydal ducks under it and when Piper turns around, he eats a Spinning Back Kick to the face that knocks him off balance. He stumbles over to the ropes where Sydal runs at him. Piper lifts him up and over but Matt lands on the apron. Piper turns around and eats a head kick. He retreats to the center of the ring where Sydal springboards into the ring with a Crossbody! Piper however lunges backwards, keeping his knee out as Sydal lands hard across it! He rolls around on the mat trying to catches his breath but Piper holds him in place to pin his shoulder to the mat.



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Sydal kicks out! Piper grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, giving him a couple of swift jabs to the jaw. Matt is on Jell-o legs, just taking the hits but somehow staying upright. Piper goes for a big cross but Sydal sidesteps it and reacts with a Jumping Knee Strike right on the chin! Piper stumbles backwards into the corner where Matt runs at him and hits the Flash Point Lariat! With his legs already hanging on the outside, he slithers the rest of his body out of the ring and climbs up to the top rope. Piper walks forward and manages to stay upright but may be to his detriment as when he turns around, Sydal jumps off the top rope, driving his knees into his head connecting with the Meteora! He makes the pin!



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Piper kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Matt Sydal has been executing his game plan pretty well so far and it just may pay off.

Corey Graves: He's got the speed advantage that's for sure but Piper just needs to ground him and if there's anyone who can just straight up grind their opponents out, it's Rowdy Roddy Piper.


Sydal drags Piper closer to the corner before deciding to go up once more. He's getting himself situated when Piper gets back up and shakes the ropes causing him to fall and rack himself. Roddy then climbs up to the second ropes and grabs a hold of Sydal. He repositions himself and goes all the way up before bringing Matt down with a Superplex! Matt bounces high off the mat as the ring shakes from the impact. Mtt tries to pick himself up right away but he;s not protecting himself. Piper comes up from behind him and locks in the Sleeper Hold! Sydal thrashes about trying to reach the ropes but with Piper being the bigger man, he's able to use his stronger base to keep him in the middle of the ring. It's not long before Matt goes limp and the ref calls for the bell.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rowdy Roddy Piper!



Sydal is checked on by officials while Piper gets his hand raised. He confidently heads to the back as the show moves on.




Things open backstage on AJ Styles who is sitting on some concrete steps.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Let me make something very freakin’ clear in case it’s not obvious: I’m really angry, and the, “Demi God” being angry isn’t like the, “Phenomenal One” being angry because the old me, my wrath wasn’t divine but now that it is, someone’s getting smitten, and I’m willing to bet you can guess exactly who it is, but if you can’t I’ll tell you, it’s Bray Wyatt. But I guess that’s what I get, right? I try to divide my attention between defending a belt and taking another and he makes sure I lose the defense. I send my disciples looking for him and he attacks them and renders them unconscious. Well maybe I did have it coming, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it, and the way I see it I don’t have to wait until Wrestlemania to push back. Tonight, since I have a wide open schedule and all, I’m going to find your little Funhouse and when I do, well, the smiting begins. The man that built this house we call the UWF is going to destroy yours board by board, Jim Henson is going to turn in his grave with all the puppets I’m going to destroy, and The Will are going to be back by my side faster than you can say, “Yowie Wowie”. And after I’ve done all that, I’m going to give you a preview of Wrestlemania by leaving you in a pool of your own blood and holding the UWF Championship high. Consider it the Demi God giving before he taketh away.

AJ stands up and walks offscreen as Revolution continues.






With the familiar heartbeat echoing around the arena. There is no doubt as to who is about to make his entrance.



NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!

And here comes Ciampa! He steps out onto the stage and takes a rather disgruntled look into the crowd. He nods his head slowly to the beat of his theme song as the boos echo around the arena almost drowning the theme song out. He takes a look at the ring and begins to walk, as he fiercely paces down the ramp, you can tell he means business.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Weighing at 201 lbs; Tommaso Ciampa!

Ciampa enters the ring and raises his arm, he knows he's the best. As he bathes in the boos of the UWF fans, he quickly removes his jacket and backs into the turnbuckle - no nonsense. Ciampa is ready to go!

Mauro Ranallo: We haven't seen Ciampa in 16 months! He's surely looking to make an emphatic return tonight!

Tony Chimel: And his opponent...



As his theme plays over the P.A., Jonathan Gresham walks briskly through the curtain and down the ramp, he's dressed in a dark red robe, trunks, and boots paying homage to one of his idols, Bryan Danielson. There are no flashy poses, no pandering to the crowd, just business.



He hops onto the apron, making sure to wipe his feet on the mat before entering the ring. He walks over to the center of the ring and simply holds one arm in the air as Tony Chimel makes his ring announcement.

Tony Chimel: "Already in the ring, weighing in at 161 pounds, from Atlanta, GA, he is The Last Pure Wrestler and The Keeper of the Catch, JONATHAN GRESHAM!!"



Gresham shoots a scathing glare at Ciampa, and Ciampa just shrugs it off. The keeper of the catch motions for Ciampa to bring it on, which gets a resounding laugh from Ciampa, showing the same condescending attitude he showed by refusing to even answer Gresham this week. Gresham angrily shakes his head, showing his short temper as the bell rings.

DING DING DING!

The two circle around each other, stretching out their arms in a cautious attempt to lock up. Ciampa however, has different ideas and lands a resounding slap to the cheek of Gresham. It wasn't meant to really do any damage, it was more of a statement, telling Gresham "I'm better than you". Ciampa has a cheeky smile on his face when the two attempt to lock up again, but this time It's Gresham that subverts Ciampa. He bursts toward's Ciampa's lower half, picking his ankle and causing him to trip, whiping that smile off of Ciampa's face. Ciampa struggles in the ankle lock before Gresham moves on, now putting the pressure on Ciampa's knee. The "Last Pure wrestler" then hops up and drives his knee down into the back of Ciampa, forcing a hurt growl out of the man. He does it again, and again, and again... really tearing into Ciampa's back before Ciampa can finally throw a back elbow to Gresham to get him off. The two men quickly make it to their feet again, but Ciampa's back is in sore condition.

Mauro Ranallo: There's that trademark technical work of Gresham that's got him to where he is today. Those knees might pay off in the long run.

Corey Graves: No disrespect to Gresham, but this is Ciampa we're talking about. A couple of knees aren't gonna slow him down.

Tom Phillips: I guess we'll see about that.

Gresham goes to lock up yet again, knowing he has the advantage there, but Ciampa has had just about enough of that. He feigns locking up before rocking Gresham with a forearm! With Gresham dazed, Ciampa runs the ropes looking for a big boot... and he connects!... with Gresham's hands! Gresham has the wherewithal to catch Ciampa's leg, before pivoting to his back and using the momentum to deliver a leg-trapped German Suplex... with a bridge!

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Ciampa immediately gets a shoulder up, and the pure anger and adrenaline gets him up to his feet, again reaching for that hurt back. Gresham refuses to let up though, immediately charging at Ciampa before spinning around and clobbering him with a rolling el-NO! Ciampa beats him to the punch with a catastrophic knee trembler! Gresham drops to the ground and Ciampa looks up with another cheeky smile on his face, as if to say "I told you so!" He hoists Gresham to his waist, looking to finish the job with a Project Ciampa... but as he lifts, that hurt back again comes in to play! He drops to a knee, clutching his back, before willing himself up again with Gresham at his waist! He tries again... and slowly but surely he just barely gets Gresham to his shoulders. He's ready to hit that Project Ciampa... but before he can, Gresham flips out behind him. Gresham uses his leg to trap Ciampa's and then lurches forward with a backslide pin! 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

He got him! Ciampa looks up with absolute shock in his eyes! He is irate! He looks around for Gresham, but he's already out of the ring with his arm raised. He taps his head, knowing he outsmarted Ciampa, who is angry as all hell in the ring. He shakes the ref, demanding to restart the match before reality hits him. He lost. Ciampa crumples down while the camera follows Gresham, triumphantly celebrating on the ramp with a victory roar.



Tom Phillips: What a debut!

Mauro Ranallo: A very important lesson has been taught to everyone back there in that locker room- Do not underestimate Jonathan Gresham.

Corey Graves: You're tellin' me.






The scene cuts to Go Shiozaki readying up for his battle with Abyss backstage, pacing around like a man possessed. He stretches out his wrecked shoulder, he gets as much feeling as he can into his fatigued knees. He's almost physically broken in Reality, but Go wouldn't tell you that. In that ring he's perfect and nothing else. He starts pacing again, and that's when something catches his eye. He walks over to it, eyes wide with confusion.




He traces his trembling finger across the poster, but he can't find what he's looking for. He steps back, dismayed and shaking his head.

Go Shiozaki: This... this makes no sense. A mistake, surely. But... but how could one forget about me?... Me, the defender of the UWF?! 

Shiozaki looks down, feeling sick. The biggest PPV of the year, taking place in his home... and he's not even on the poster. It's one of his worst fears, being forgotten about, because what is he without being a star?... nothing... in his mind at least. He looks up, his eyebrows scowled with an angry, determined look on his face.

Go Shiozaki: It's the company. The fans know I belong on there. They know I should be front and center. I just need to prove myself to the company, and I'll do just that.

The sick expression on Go's face is wiped off, and in it's place is a face ready for war. He marches down the hallway, ready to conquer a monster and earn his spot on that poster.




The scene opens with AJ Styles walking around an unrecognizable location.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Bray, I know your Funhouse is around here somewhere! I can sense that I’m getting close!

Offscreen Voice: Maybe you should use your phone’s GPS.

AJ turns to see who said that and is now looking at Vinny Marseglia.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Great, I go looking for one freak and I find another. What do you want?

Vinny Marseglia: Believe it or not, I want to help you, AJ. See, I’ve beaten Bray Wyatt before and one of those occasions was at Wrestlemania. And I can advise you so that you can go on to do the same thing.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: And why should I, or why would I, accept your help?

Vinny Marseglia: Because we’re not so different, you and I. I’m a King, you’re a God. I have The New Kingdom, you have The Will. But not just that, we’re driven by similar things. I had a vision for the UWF just like you had a vision, and I know you want that vision to come alive more than anything. That’s why you should accept my help, because I hold the keys to opportunity.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: The only way I need or want help when it comes to Bray Wyatt is finding his Funhouse so I can get my friends back and slap that stupid smile off his face! If you can’t help me with that, you’re no good to me!

Vinny Marseglia: Suit yourself, AJ. But when you come up empty handed at Wrestlemania, just remember it was you that passed up this offer.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I’ll show you empty handed, freak!

AJ takes a swing but his fist goes right through Vinny as Vinny fades away. Bray’s laughter is now heard.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: You think this is funny? We’ll see how hard you’re laughing when I find you!

Determined, AJ starts running as he disappears offscreen and Revolution continues.




DING DING!

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



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



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



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

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, Seth connects with a Standing Dropkick to send Drew backward into the ropes. As Drew catches himself on them, Seth charges but Drew goes low and uses the arm not holding the ropes to send his opponent up and over as Seth pivots his body so he lands on the apron. Galloway throws a punch but Rollins leans back to avoid it, so Drew delivers a kick through the ropes to the abdomen, then grabs Seth’s wrist and pulls him to the ropes, delivering an Arm Drag into the ring that looks to have nearly separated the, “Architect”’s shoulder. Seth lands in a seated position but Galloway isn’t finished as he applies a Full Nelson and then pulls Seth upward but as he does, Rollins kicks his legs up and floats over Drew, breaking the submission hold and landing behind him. Seth goes for a Backstabber but Drew reaches back and grabs him as he jumps up, reversing quickly into a Backpack Stunner. As Galloway turns to face the downed Rollins, Seth kips up but as he does, he’s met with a Glasgow Kiss that sends him staggering backward toward the ropes. Seth stops himself and rushes the distance left between him and the ropes and springs off them but Drew catches him with a Spinout Uranage before planting his foot and dropping Rollins over his knee with a Backbreaker.

As Rollins rolls off of the knee onto his stomach, Drew grabs the back of Seth’s tights with one hand and the back of his neck with the other and powers him up and behind his head in one swift motion as he puts his opponent in a Torture Rack, Seth crying out from the additional pain being done to his back. Suddenly Drew falls back and connects with a Reverse Samoan Drop as Rollins once again finds himself looking at the lights. Galloway turns to face him again as Rollins rolls onto his forearms and dives at Drew, going for a Chop Block but the leg doesn’t budge and soon Seth is looking up at a smirking Scotsman who delivers a punch to the top of Rollins’ head and then grabs the shoulders, placing Seth’s head between his legs as he flips him and holds him upside down and connects with a Running Piledriver!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: We’ve seen Seth take damage to the arm and shoulder, the back, and now the neck may have just been jammed up!

Corey Graves: I say good! He deserves it for what he did to Sami Zayn last week!

Rollins is sitting up holding the back of his neck and rolling his right arm and shoulder, trying to work out some of the pain as Galloway crouches in the nearest corner, sizing him up. Seth begins his ascent back to a vertical base now as Drew goes for a Claymore but Rollins leaps over him somehow and connects with a Clothesline as they both hit the mat. Rollins immediately kips up and turns around at a sitting up Galloway as Seth kicks him right in the back of the head and then grabs his head, forcefully pulling back and slamming it against the mat as he immediately follows up with a Double Foot Stomp to the face. As Drew holds his face and rolls over, Seth kicks him in the kidneys as he’s rolling, prompting Drew to slam his fists against the mat and climb back to a vertical base. Galloway snaps his head to the side and stares daggers through Rollins as Rollins delivers a Toe Kick and puts the big man’s head between his legs. Seth powers Drew up now and connects with a familiar move that gets boos from the crowd.

Tom Phillips: What strength!

Mauro Ranallo: I’m not sure if you mean the strength it took to do it or the spine, Tom!

Corey Graves: The Lungblower Blue Thunder Bomb is Sami’s and Sami’s alone! How dare Seth taint it with his usage of it!

Rollins is laughing as Drew is lying there in pain, but suddenly the Scotsman borrows a page from Seth’s book and kips up, Rollins throwing a Superkick to the abdomen in response and then a Running Overhead Double Axe Handle to put Galloway on his hands and knees. Seth, seeing opportunity, scrambles toward the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top as he leaps as high as he can and comes crashing down on Drew with a devastating Curb Stomp! Rollins rolls Drew over and goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THRE...NO!

At the last possible moment, Galloway gets the shoulder up as Seth angrily gets up and starts stomping on his upper body. Drew grabs his leg and throws it sideways as he explodes off the mat and tackles Seth. Galloway, now in the mount, starts clobbering away at Rollins with punches as fierce as he can throw them, Seth taking the full brunt of a few before managing to cover up and successfully block the strikes. Irritated, Drew gets up and goes for an Elbow Drop but Seth rolls out of the way and Galloway hits nothing but mat. As Galloway pops up, Rollins goes for a Curb Stomp but Drew grabs the ankle of his other leg and pulls as Rollins whiplashes against the mat. Galloway gets up and grabs Seth, guiding him upward before placing Seth’s head between his legs. The, “Scottish Psychopath” now hoists Rollins into position for a Cross Powerbomb but holds him there, pressing him a few times before hoisting him up higher and throwing him overhead but Seth manages to tuck and roll as he swings downward and kicks Drew in the abdomen with both feet, Rollins landing in a seated position as Galloway staggers backward into the ropes.

As Galloway comes off the ropes, Rollins catches him with a high knee to the jaw, causing Drew to stagger side-to-side as Seth grabs him and hooks his head, grabbing the back of the tights with the other hand as he lifts Drew and falls back, spiking his head into the mat with a Lifting DDT. Seth returns to his feet after impact is made and waits for Drew to get up, sizing him up as Drew puts his elbows down and starts to raise up. As this is going on, suddenly Sami Zayn is seen running through the crowd as he hops the barricade and reaches into the ring, grabbing Seth’s leg. Seth turns and looks at Sami as Sami waves at him. Angered, Rollins turns his attention back to Galloway and runs to go for the Curb Stomp but as he runs, Drew pops up and clobbers him with a Claymore before going for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew Galloway!

Drew exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp, raising both arms in celebration along the way.

Tom Phillips: Another strong win for Drew Galloway here tonight!

Mauro Ranallo: But you’ve gotta believe he may owe most of that to one Sami Zayn.

Corey Graves: Turnabout’s fair play and Seth got what he deserved!

The camera gets a shot of Seth sitting up looking angry as Revolution continues.




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



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

Brooks strolls into the shot, title belt slung over his shoulder so that the plate is hidden behind his back. He doesn't seem particularly interested in showing it off right now. Nodding in recognition and greeting on his way over, Young takes the cue and asks her first question.

Young: Thanks for joining me, Punk. It was just announced that you'll be defending your title against Warhorse at Wrestlemania. Are you excited about the chance to run it back with him after your first match ended in a no-contest? Or were you hoping for a different opponent?

Punk smirks and wags a finger.

Punk: Ah - wait a sec, there. Cause there's an interesting point hiding between the lines in your questions. Regarding Warhorse at Mania - am I excited or was I hoping for someone else? Why should I have an opinion or choice about it? Surely I'm being pitted against the top contender and personal feelings don't even play into it, right?

But that's not the case here. Warhorse didn't earn this. I didn't ask for him or accept him as a challenger. This got dropped on my plate, plain and simple. And hey, look, I'm no an idiot. I get it. The squeaky wheel gets the grease and this kid hasn't shut up about me since he had the pleasure of meeting me, and without an actual ranking system in place, EC3's just working with what he's got. There's a simple solution to this kinda bullshit but how many times can I spell it out before even I get sick of my own voice?

I'll admit it, it irks me just a bit that I had to step over three other guys to get my match with AJ while Warhorse is a bonafide charity case acting like he made his own fortune, but whatever. This belt means nothing to me, and neither do it's so-called contenders. I have it. They don't. That's funny. Amusing. And for one night only, I'll turn this charade into a spectacle and defend this hunk of trash on the grandest stage of 'em all because I'm an artist and I can. Afterward, I'll probably just toss it in the harbor with all the other trash floating around Miami.

Young: It sounds like this might be getting personal - like you have some hard feelings about Warhorse attacking you last week.



Punk: Last week, and a few weeks before that, and also having to sift through all these tweets I'm getting tagged in about how this guy can't string two sentences together without name dropping me. He's obsessed. And it's the weirdest thing, cause even after all his creepy, stalker, hate-trip shit on me, it's not personal. Not on my part, anyway. Clearly it is for him, but I just don't care enough about Warhorse to lose a blink of sleep. He's trying to get in my head, to get me worrying about him... but I see it for what it is. He's scared. Straight up terrified. He's failed with every big chance he's been given, and there's nothing bigger than this. So what happens when I beat him at Mania? That's it. Game over. Go home, pal - you couldn't cut it. I expect the sneak attacks and the sabotage and the kitchen sink. It's all he has left and it still isn't enough.

That goes for Rollins, too. I'm sure those two were up for hours, texting each back and forth, hashing out their nefarious little plan to full a fast one on me. Cool. Nice one, guys. I throw some shine to my old pal Seth for his embarrassing Piper's Pit rip-off when he's got nothing else going for him, meanwhile he's hitting up Warhorse to come in and blindside me. And for what? Seth isn't any closer to a title match, and I don't even have a bruise left on my body. That's was nothing. They're nothing. Just a couple of geeks looking for a quick way to my level. If Sami Zayn doesn't chase Mr. Paroxysm out the door, I'll be happy to finish him off after Mania. As a public service I'll put down that New Japan wannabe anytime. It's no problem.

He shrugs like it's not a big deal. Because its not a big deal.

Punk: But yeah, having to put up with some kinda sideshow stunt every other wee is getting annoying, so I've put in a call and I've lined up a permanent solution. Starting tonight, no more run-ins, no more knives in my back, no more screw jobs... none of it. It's done.

Young: That's an intriguing scoop. Will we this "solution" in your match against Hornswoggle coming up?

Punk: Aha... I'm not sure that'll be necessary. No disrespect to the man - I'm looking forward to this one - but no. I don't think so.

Young: So it has to do with your "Renaissance" then?

A raised eyebrow deflects the question. Punk just smirks again and walks off, not bothering with the vulgar act of explanation. He calls over his shoulder as he leaves.

Punk: Catch ya later!

The IC Champ disappears from sight, heading off to prepare for his tilt against Hornswoggle. Revolution continues elsewhere.




DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, Hornswoggle! And the opponent...



THE RENAISSANCE

The pulsing string sections of "Viva La Vida" hums through the PA while the titantron fires to life with the promise of total artistic rebirth. The vanguard of that movement walks out on the ramp, nodding his head in tempo with the music. CM Punk scans the arena, taking in a crowd that's split on what to make of him. He raises his hands out as he marches forward, letting his Intercontinental Championship drape limply from one hand like an afterthought.



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

Punk strolls down the ramp, above and beyond the petty boos or swooning cheers. Underestimated. Misunderstood. The UWF as it stands lacks the capacity to understand it's vital need for the change he's promising. As the Artist climbs into the ring, it's with the intention of erasing the old world to define a new one.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Punk gets on his knees and invites his opponent to take a free shot. Hornswoggle walks over and hauls off but as he throws the punch, Punk grabs his wrist and pulls him in, hoisting him onto his shoulders and standing up as he throws Swoggle off his shoulders and connects with the GTS. As Swoggle lies there sprawled out, Punk shrugs and then goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, CM Punk!

Punk gets up and shakes his head about how easy it was to put the little guy down. Punk exits the ring as cameras get a shot of Swoggle lying there with his right ankle twitching as Revolution continues.



We cut to the Mysterio lair where we see Rey looking at his trophy case with the TV title draped over his shoulder Rey smiles as Rey continues to speak

Rey Mysterio: Wrestlemania the showcase of the immortals is around the corner and once again I Rey Mysterio will be looking to make a big impact the event. I have defended the International title won the Money in the Bank now I get rid of a poisnous snake at Wrestlemania. Randy Orton for years in the UWF you have caused nothing but trouble. You're just one massive headache after headache. You still talk a lot and live in the glory days of your prime but it's okay Randy since you're a Snake I am a mongoose. We all know what happens whent he Mongoose fights the snake.

Rey turns to the camera with the title draped over his shoulder and begins to talk

Rey Mysterio: Now Randy You want to earn your title. Now you want to prove you're a man who works hard and deserves this title calling me the coward. Can you believe that you called me the coward? Jajaja Randy you're the one who attacked me from behind. I did no such thing. Did I attack you? Yet you call me a coward. You call me a snake. No Randy you're the one who is the coward. You're the snake it is even in you're nickname. Thye viper. We have been down this road Randy. This is you once again spewing a lot of crap like a snake how you deserve the title and this is going to be yours but Randy that isn't the case because this title is mine.

Rey raises the belt up high and continues to speak

Rey Mysterio: Randy many look at the TV title as the stepping stone belt. They see it as a way to boos there career but I don't see it like that. I see the TV title as a pretigious belt that deserves the respect of a world title. This belt is what makes this show move. It is a reason why Revolution is a thing. A lot of people go after this belt and once they fail defending it or going for it they vanish like a blip. Where is the Riddler? Where is Killer Kross? He won this title and once he loss he gave up on being anything. He felt after he lost that just because he won the TV title he was moving on up but that isn't how it works so he left to be a villain somewhere else.

Than what about the joker? Sammy Guevera a man who felt he was the "uncrowned" champion. He felt like he was the biggest thing in this company and looked at the TV title as the belt that will help propel his young career and what happened? Reality hit him in the face. Reality struck him and he fell too me just like everyone else. Than like any other person who couldn't win the TV title they gave up. Randy do you want to be a world champion? Heck do you want to sniff the intercontinental title? Well you gotta get through me, and I am just saying you won't get through me.

This belt is a belt that deserves more respect just like me. For years I have done nothing but break barriers and prove the doubters wrong but what happens every single time? People doubt me. They overlook me. There is always someone else. There is always someone they believe that is better than me. They always want to pick agaisnt me but if there is one constant there is success and that success ends with me. I am a hero for a reason. These citizens they trust me for a reason it is because I am a winner. When you win you get support from the fans and when you lose you don't. These fans know I don't lie to them and I tell the truth when it comes to being a champion.

Rey stands up and he shows the belt and he continues to talk



Rey Mysterio: You want this belt Randy? You will have to do a lot to take it from me. This belt is a power for not only the fans but for this TV show. I want Revolution to thrive. I want to keep bringing opportunities to the brand. As champion though I can't do that if men like you exist. Men who want to take shortcuts to the top men who look at this belt as nothing more as an accomplishment to your resume. I am here to make sure heroes stay on top, and to do so I must get rid of all the villains standing in the way. It starts at the bottom and getting rid of villains like you to remain a hero at the top. So watch me closley tonight Randy as I get rid of that pretender John Cena because what I do to him is only a short of what is going to happen to you.






Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mix reaction with mostly boos.



Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's super heroes in training Ali and Ricochet flanking him in his matches to make sure nothing happens to the hero of the UWF. Rey walks down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!

Rey enters the ring and removes the shroud covering his face showing his one eyed mask look that he has adopted. Rey doesn't show the same emotion he had once before as he enters the top rope but he does point to the crowd and saying "I'll protect you." Rey jumps off and awaits his opponent.



John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them



He's Emerging by him is John Cena  Saving the Day in training  Eve Torres by helping him win his matches and come up with an team name of The Cenation Leader to make sure nothing happens to The Super man hero of the UWF John runs down the ramp in slides in the ring.

Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts and Denver Colorado respectively, they are John Cena and Eve Torres

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Rey runs right at Cena who looks like he was a bit unprepared for a full on assault by Rey. Mysterio jumps backwards at his legs, wheelbarrowing up into a bulldog! Cena's face gets planted right into the mat and he rolls of the ring right away. Rey comes over to the ropes and slingshots out with a Plancha but Cena catches him in mid air. Cena shakes his head and throws Rey up onto his shoulders. It looks like me might be ready to give him an Attitude Adjustment on the outside but Rey twists in mid air when he's lifted up and turns it into a DDT on the outside! He goes to pick up Cena but John is much to heavy for him and it takes awhile for him to lift him up.


Corey Graves: Looks like the little munchkin should go hit the gym some more instead of trying to rap like Cena.

Tom Phillips: Corey Graves cheering for John Cena. What has this world come to.

Corey Graves: You ask yourself that when you find me cheering for Mysterio which trust me, it won't happen.


Rey has gotten Cena up to his feet but the leader of the Cenation rams him back first into the apron! He's now in control as he tosses Rey back into the ring. Mysterio is slowly getting to his feet when Cena comes running up behind him, flipping over and driving his head into the mat with the Throwback! Rey rolls to the ropes but stays on the apron. Cena comes over and bends over the ropes, grabbing at his mask and pulling him up. He manages to lift him straight up into the air in a Stalling Vertical Suplex but Rey brings his knee down onto his head. Cena stumbles around a bit but keeps him up in the air. It's not until a second knee comes down that he drops Mysterio forward. Rey lands on his feet and kicks Cena in the leg. Cena shoves Rey back into the ropes and he comes back with a headscissors but Cena uses his strength to stay upright. He instead pulls him back up and hits a sort of seated electric chair flapjack! He turns over Rey for the cover.



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Mysterio kicks out again! Things aren't looking too good for the Television Champion as Cena stands over him. He throws his hand high into the air and bends down to give him the ol' You Can't See Me. As he's waving his hands in front of Rey's face. Mysterio kicks upwards and catches Cena right on the top of the head! He stumbles backwards and Rey groggily gets to his feet. Cena runs at him but gets caught with a Drop Toe Hold. Cena smashes his face into the mat and Rey runs to the ropes, coming back with a Running Leg Drop to the back of his head! He turns Cena over and goes for the pin!



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Mauro Ranallo: The Television Champion may not be the biggest competitor in UWF but there's a reason why he's a champion and a bonafide legend.

Corey Graves: He's a legendary coward is what he is!

Tom Phillips: Well with nobody watching his back any more, let's see if he can still pull out the win here tonight and make Corey eat his words.


Knowing it'll be hard to pick up the mass that is John Cena, Rey opts to head to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Cena picks himself up off the mat and slowly turns around. Rey jumps of and wraps his legs around Cena's neck, hitting him with a Hurricanrana that sends him reeling towards the ropes, hanging over the middle rope! Mysterio runs to the the other side of the ring to build some momentum before coming back with the 619! Cena gets hit and is standing in a daze when Rey springboards into the ring and connects with the West Coast Pop!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, Rey Mysterio!




Tom Phillips: Well Corey?

Corey Graves: He beat John Cena, let's not pretend like that's a huge accomplishment. He's still a coward and an unworthy champion if you ask me!


Mysterio is handed his title and he celebrates with it, keeping a watch out for Randy Orton and any of his shenanigans. Once he feels he's in the clear, he heads to the back as the show moves on.





We enter the Funhouse as Wyatt is dancing with the UWF Championship, staring down at it with a smile on his face. Once he notices that the 'audience' is there, he stops and hands the title on his shoulder.



Bray Wyatt: Hi there everyone, and welcome….To the Firefly Funhouse! Oh I’m so excited to see ya’ll today because, pardon my French, we’ve gotta Hecka of a show planned for you tonight. I mean Wrestlemania is Just around the corner, so we need big special events that draw in the viewers. And what is almost guaranteed to bring in the interest of the world? New Characters! Throughout my entire first year here I’ve introduced you all to my new friends here in the Funhouse, but all my close friends here in the funhouse are always happy to welcome new people in. So without further ado allow me to introduce my two newest pals!

Bray takes his belt off his shoulder and his eyes start to roll to the back of his head, his head shivering a bit as if summoning some kind of power from inside. As the music swells for a moment, suddenly Wyatt looks back down and slams his hand down on something. He smiles wide and the camera slowly pans out revealing his hand on top of an old Television set, with a rhinoceros puppet and what seems to just be a rock.



Bray Wyatt: It’s Terry the Terrible Rhinoceros, and The One-Man Rock, Slate! Now I know AJ Styles recently misplaced his friends in an effort to find my funhouse, and as I’ve been seeing tonight he is really broken up about it and determined to find it. But he doesn’t know the secret to my Funhouse, one my two new friends have learned first hand. Oh but I’m not one to spoil the fun, so I’ll try and let AJ learn his lesson by himself. I mean it’s not like we’re in a hurry, we are having So much fun together I don’t think they’d care if you ever found us.

Terry The Rhino: GORE!

Bray Wyatt: So Terry, what is your favorite part about the Saw Movies?

Terry The Rhino: GORE!

Bray Wyatt: Ah yes, and you were telling me earlier that you stream all of them don't you. The Internet is a wonderful thing isn't it?

Terry The Rhino: GORE GORE GORE

Bray Wyatt: Yes Yes I get it, you appreciate Al Gore but I don't think he actually invented the internet.

Slate: p̷̰͐ę̷̰͊l̵̛̘̮̰̗͂̔͐h̶̤̜͋̈͗ ̴̛̹̻̈́e̴͙̗͔̐̍̉s̴͖͉͂̒̒̃a̷̦͒̅e̷͚͗̑l̷͈̔̄͠p̷̟̠͔̰̀͛͐̒ ̸̨̱̖̿͒́J̶͕̝̯̋̂̉̎͜A̷̎͗̑̾ͅs̷͚̟̅͛ṷ̵̍͘͜ ̵̹̋̓ͅṕ̶͍̖̩͝l̸̜̖̣̐̅e̸͖̞̟̬͛̈́H̴͙̅͒͑̋

Suddenly Ramblin Rabbit pops up and looks at the direction of the two new “friends”

Ramblin’ Rabbit: Whoa dude that’s not cool I think somethings wrong with Slate, he needs help man he-

Wyatt wraps his suddenly gloved hand around Ramblin’ Rabbit, silencing him as he picks up the puppet in the air “face to face” with himself, as he now looks like a 'halloween clown' like AJ referred to him as before.



Bray Wyatt: Silly Rabbit, Rocks can’t talk.

Wyatt starts to laugh uncontrollably, turning around and tossing Ramblin over his head with a loud cartoon crashing sound being heard off screen as Wyatt gets down to one knee to get on the level of his two new friends. As the camera switches he’s suddenly back to normal, resting an elbow on the T.V leaning nonchalantly as he speaks to the camera.

Bray Wyatt: Ya see AJ, all my friends live safely in my funhouse. Protected from those who threaten them, forever free to have all the fun they can EVER hope to have. But you AJ Styles, you mistreated those who put their trust in you. You sent them on their own into dangerous waters, and only now that they are submerged do you attempt to find what they were looking for yourself. You commit blasphemy by referring to yourself as a Demi-God, you selfishly let your greed take precedence as you try to revolve yourself around every championship. And worst...Worst of all you chose to use...H̵͚͗ĩ̸̧s̷̲̏ Name in vain. AJ Styles, you've allowed your ego to turn you into something the old you would scoff at...AND THAT'S GREAT! hahahaha, I love transformations, and you've certainly changed since our souls intertwined last. And even though you have such terrible aspirations and morals now, It's so great to play with you again. Especially now that I am uninhibited, now that I am on top of the world and free. It may seem like entirely different people inside and out going one on one at Wrestlemania, but you and I know the truth don't we? With that being said though, You've made the same mistake you seem to Always make...and that's targeting the Entirely wrong person.

Wyatt looks back at the two behind him before smiling and turning to the camera once again.

I decided to give these two a taste of my funhouse, to show them how life is out from beneath your foot. But you...You want to take something from me, You want to take what I've worked so hard to climb back up to and get. You want to end my fun, take my championship, and the biggest part about that is you've barely even focused on it. As if it is your right to take what is mine, so I just thought it'd be fair...to take something of yours. You think there is no way AJ Styles could lose at the biggest stage of them all after all he's accomplished, well AJ where there's a will...there's a way...So I simply decided to take your Will away...hahah...Well that's all the time we have this week...but remember my fireflies, I will always light the way and all you have to do...is Let me In....Byyyye AJ....See Ya! Byeeee!

Bray reaches over and makes the rhinoceros puppets little hand wave goodbye as his laughter continues and we move on with revolution.



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



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



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



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




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.

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DING DING DING


The two men walk to the center of the ring and stand face to face. Go is looking up at the sheer size of the Monster and Abyss is trying to intimidate him but Go doesn’t back down. Abyss suddenly grabs him with both hands around his neck and lifts him straight up into the air! Go swings down at his arms to fall down and starts striking him with elbows. Abyss is barely being moved back so Shiozaki goes for a stiff Lariat. Abyss is like a brick wall and so Go grabs his arm and pulls him in for a Short Arm Lariat. Abyss leans back but stays steady. Shiozaki throws another Lariat, then another. He goes for a fourth one but Abyss scoops him up and tries to squeeze the life out of him with a Bear Hug!


Corey Graves: This is the last place you want to be when facing off against Abyss.

Tom Phillips: Shiozaki has that never give up attitude and I think that'll help him here.

Corey Graves: Help? It doesn't matter if he doesn't give up if he's broken in half!


Abyss is thrashing Shiozaki around, trying to break him in half. Go has his arms outstretched from the pain but he’s able to bring them in an deliver a few elbow shots to the head. After about 5 or 6 of them, Abyss’ grip weakens enough for Shiozaki to slip free. Abyss is staggered and Shiozaki follows up with a Rolling Elbow that finally gets the Monster to turn away. Go however comes behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, throwing him back with a German Suplex! He goes for the pin!




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Mauro Ranallo: Go was able to power up Abyss that time.

Corey Graves: All he's doing is making the monster mad and as a man with years of experience, that's the last thing you want to do.


Go backs up to the corner and wits as Abyss crawls to the opposite corner and uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Once up, he turns around and walks out of the corner and Shiozaki runs at him for the Gowan Lariat! Abyss however uses his own momentum against him and hits the Black Hole Slam! He lays on top of him for the pin!



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But no! Go gets his foot on the ropes!


Mauro Ranallo: That's that ring awareness of a true veteran right there.

Tom Phillips: Abyss usually hits that move in the center of the ring but he had just come out of the corner and instinctively hit that maneuver and went for the pin without realizing his ring positioning.

Corey Graves: Are you trying to call Abyss stupid? You'd better hope Father Mitchell doesn't hear you.

Tom Phillips: No I think had it been anyone less experienced, Abyss might have picked up the win right there.

Corey Graves: I don't know why Go would want the match to continue. He's only going to get beaten up worse now.


Abyss gets to his feet and paces around, furious that it wasn't a three count. He threatens the ref before turning back to the downed Shiozaki. He walks over and grabs him by the throat, hoisting him back up on his own two feet. It looks like he's trying to crush Go's throat with his bare hands. Shiozaki swats his arm down and gives him a elbows to the face. Abyss shoves him away and lifts his foot up for the Big Boot! Go ducks under and when Abyss turns around, he's scooped up onto Go's Shoulder and dropped with the Death Valley Bomb! Go immediately gets up and goes to the corner, climbing up the ropes and checking his position before he jumps off and connects with the Koiashi Moonsault! He hooks both legs for a deep cover!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Go Shiozaki!




Go gets his hand raised after a hard fought battle. Abyss rolls out of the ring and Father James Mitchell loots under the ring to find himself good ol' Janice. He hands it to Abyss and Go turns around to see them. He readies up for another fight when suddenly...


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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers. No one is quite sure why he's out but it's enough to stop everyone from fighting.

EC3: James, you're going to want to have Abyss put that weapon down because I can't afford to have Go Shiozaki put on the injured reserve list. I've been in contact with Shawn Michaels doctors and he failed a recent concussion test. I have to pull him from the Prime Time Medal match and in his place, the winner of this match, Go Shiozaki.

The crowd cheers and Go nods, happy with the announcement.

EC3: As far as Abyss and his Wrestlemania plans, well it appears he's got some unfinished business with someone. It's been years since we had ourselves a good Monster's Ball so Abyss, your opponent in that Monster's Ball at Wrestlemania.



Rikishi comes out from the back and he's ready for a fight. He looks like he might charge down to the ring but EC3 stops him, not wanting to risk another big money match. Go heads up the ramp and Rikishi leaves with EC3 as Mitchell starts to smile, salivating at the thought of Abyss' carnage on the big stage as the show moves on.




After a match ends we cut away to a segment. When it starts we can see a nice looking office type room. In the middle of the room there is a table with a few empty office chairs around it. At the head of the table, there is a noticeably bigger and more luxurious chair that is turned away from the camera. The chair turns around and we see a buff man in a black and gray plaid suit. He has a blue tie to go with it and and white shirt underneath. He also wears a silver watch, has his long black hair tied into a bun and a black beard. He turns around the nameplate in front of him and it reads "Roman Reigns". He has a grin on his face and he finally speaks.

Roman Reigns: Now if you aren't able to read, my name is Roman Reigns. And I'm here to compete in UWF.


He has a deep voice which adds to his already intimidating presence.

Roman Reigns: You know what, lets switch that up. I'm not just here to compete. I'm here to dominate the competition here. If you can even call the people here competition. Before I signed here I watched every single match and I was not impressed. I'm sure just by looking at me you can tell that I'm better than everyone here. This will be proved next week when I run over whoever gets put in front of me. And when they inevitably lose they will acknowledge me as their Tribal Chief and maybe they can join me at this table. And maybe then they will learn something. Because here on out this is my island. Believe that.

He looks angrily into the camera for a moment before switching back to the grin he had before. He then gets up and leaves the room, leaving the camera lingering on a shot of the room before it fades out and the segment ends.




Things again return to AJ Styles, who is wandering another remote location.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Man, this freakin’ guy is harder to find than I thought!

Offscreen Voice: There’s something more important you should be looking for, AJ.

AJ turns in the direction of who’s talking and sees the, “Icon” Sting.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: And what do I owe the displeasure of you leaving the nursing home to bother me?

Sting: You’ve lost your way, AJ. You’ve lost sight of who you are in all of this arrogance and self-gratification, and Bray Wyatt is someone that’s going to take advantage of that. But it’s not too late to change, AJ. It’s not too late to look deep inside yourself, find the old and real you, and pull him back out. You want to be a divine light? Then please, do that soul searching.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: You know what, Sting, instead of preaching all this heroic mumbo jumbo, how about you make yourself freakin’ useful and find the Firefly Funhouse for me!

Sting: Even if I knew where it was, I wouldn’t tell you.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Your stubbornness is gonna cost you, old man.

Much like he did with Vinny, AJ takes a swing at Sting but as he seems to connect, the image of Sting scatters into multiple crows flying in various directions. Bray is heard laughing again.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Damn you, Bray Wyatt! I’m gonna wring your fat neck when I get my hands around it, just you wait and see!

AJ storms offscreen as Revolution continues.






THE RENAISSANCE

"Viva la Vida" pumps through the PA for the second time tonight. The crowd is surprised to see Punk returning to the ring, but start to put the pieces together when they see him dressed in his streets clothes. Evidently, the Second City Saint isn't here to compete again. Heading down the ramp with that title belt dangling behind and then circling the ring, Brooks joins the Commentary team at their table, pulling up a chair and slapping on a headset.


Ranallo: Well... okay then... we'd like to welcome CM Punk to the call for tonight's main event match-up!

Phillips: Was this.... uh -

Punk: Planned? Booked? Scheduled? God no. But I'll let you guys in on a little secret - turns out, you can kinda just do whatever you want around here. EC3 doesn't care. Or at least not even to reprimand anyone for playing it fast and loose.

Graves: I take it you're out here to scout Warhorse ahead of your match at Wrestlemania?

Punk: Why I need to scout a one trick pony? I'm just here to enjoy the show. I had the pleasure and honour of having Sami Zayn call one of my matches a few weeks ago, and I just figured I'd return the favour. As for Warhorse? If I've got two eyes on him it means he can't hit me from behind. And just like that, I've taken away his best weapon and only hope for beating me. Two birds, one stone, gentlemen.

While Punk hunkers down at the table, Tony Chimel heads into the ring to make the introductions official.

Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!



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



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

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



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



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.



With both competitors now in the ring, Chimel heads out and the Ref calls for the bell!


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Never one to beat around the bush, WARHORSE stomps on over across the ring to get this thing going. Zayn sees him coming and backs up, quickly finding himself up against the corner post. He ducks and leans through the ropes, creating as much distance as he can without actually leaving the ring. WARHORSE goes to grab him while Sami screams at the Referee to keep him away. While the third man doesn't take too kindly to having orders barked at him, the singular Tag Team Champ has a point. The Official steps between competitors, instructing WARHORSE to back off as Zayn is protected by the sanctuary of the ropes.


Ranallo: Zayn certainly the less eager of the two early on.

Graves: He's just taking a moment to get ready! That maniac tried to jump him before the bell even rang!

Phillips: WARHORSE CANNOT BE STOPPED!

Punk: Wow. Easy does 'er there, Phillips. No need to shout, you'll drown out the other four Warhorse fans in the house tonight.


WARHORSE gets a bit distracted by the Referee ushering him away from Zayn, which, of course, the Quebecer uses to his advantage. Untangling himself from the ropes, Zayn leaps forwards and comes around the third man to nail his opponent across the face with a stern elbow. The IC Title Contender is rattled by the surprise attack. Sami capitalizes and peppers him with some more shots, unleashing a rapid combination of shots that overwhelms that Hesher.

Zayn then grabs the wobbled grappler by the wrist and whips him into the corner. WARHORSE rams into the buckle chest-first, coughing out all the air from his lungs when he gets winded on impact. Sami ain't getting paid by the hour here - lining up his foe in his sights, the Canuck dashes forward and aims to decapitate with a vicious Helluva Kick!


Ranallo: Helluva Kick incoming!

Punk: Well that was fast.


Sami gets his leg up. His boot's at head level! But it's an air ball! WARHORSE dips out of the way just in time to avoid total disaster!

In avoiding the Big Boot, WARHORSE finds himself stepping around and behind the other man who has wound up hung up on the ropes. Uncomfortable. The Missourian gets and arm tucked up for a Half-Nelson while reaching around the hips with his other. You know what that means? Half-and-half Suplex time! WARHORSE leans back and uses the unlikely hold to launch Sami head-over-heels towards certain doom.

Except here's the thing - Sami is nimble as heck, and maybe a little bit light than the Shouty Man anticipated. So Zayn manages to stunt with a complete rotation, flipping over to land more-or-less on his feet instead of on his neck. WARHORSE scrambles to get back up but in all the confusion, the tenacious Tag Champ wrangles him with a roll-up in an attempt to steal a sudden win...



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WARHORSE powers out with confidence at two!


Phillips: Emphatic kick-out from WARHORSE!

Graves: Zayn just about caught him there, though.


WARHORSE shoves Sami away as he looks to get vertical. The persistent Canadian tries to latch on to him again only for WARHORSE to grab and arm and fling him towards the ropes. Zayn ducks under a clotheslines attempt after bouncing back, running across the canvas to hit the far cables. Following his second rebound, he finds his momentum cut off by an impressive dropkick from WARHORSE, who catches in the mug with two boots, flush.

The self-proclaimed Forever Champ is taken off his feet but pops right back up, taking a short moment to nurse his bruised jaw. WARHORSE is all over him, once again going for that Half-and-half. Zayn struggles for a few seconds before breaking loose. He pivots behind his opponent and tries for a similar maneuver, but the Metalhead shrugs that stuff off. Changing things up, Zayn drops his arms and hooks them around the waist, opting to try for a German Suplex instead.

He leans back, hoping to drive the Intercontinental Contender head-first into the mat, but WARHORSE stays planted, shifting his weight and then stomping down on Zayn's foot to shatter his concentration. Sami yelps out in pain when his toes are crushed and WARHORSE breaks free. The Missourian then turns around and just level the dude with a spinning Lariat, turning Zayn inside out with the rolling strike.


Ranallo: Wow! Huge Lariat from WARHORSE!

Punk: Huh. I've only known him to attack guys from behind. I'm kinda surprised to see him work up the courage to blast someone like that head-on.


WARHORSE drops down and hooks a leg in an attempt to put Zayn away...



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Zayn shoves WARHORSE off before the third count can't fall. The defiant kick-out draws some boos from the crowd.

The Hesher kneels and pulls Zayn up into a sitting position, looking for a headlock. Before he can even get that going, though, Sami fires a thumb into his eye. WARHORSE rolls away, reeling in pain cause brother, that sucks. The Official admonishes Zayn but it's like he doesn't even care. He just gets right back to work, getting himself up to his feet before slamming a knee right into WARHORSE's face.

With his competitor dazed from the impact, Zayn finds little resistance in yanking him up to a vertical base by a handful of hair. Sami tries to whip him towards the rope but WARHORSE finds the strength to ground himself before reversing. Finding himself launched into the cables instead, Sami catches himself on the top one, holding on to avoid bouncing back. When he turns around, however, WARHORSE is right there.

A running Cactus Clothesline sees both men tumbling over the ropes to the arena floor. The crowd pops when the action spills to the outside and the match breaks down into chaos.


Graves: Look at this maniac trying to get himself and Sami injured just days before Wrestlemania! What an idiot!

Punk: What are the odds he gets himself counted out again?

Ranallo: WARHORSE is well known for his rough and tumble style, and against a tenacious tactician like Sami Zayn, it's that devil-may-care aggression that might very well be the deciding factor.


The Referee slides under the ropes to check on the competitors, both of whom aren't moving much since the crash landing. Some groans serve as confirmation of intent to continue, so despite their compromised positioning, the Official goes back into the ring to start a ten count.


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WARHORSE is the first to get up, using the apron to pull himself to his feet. Zayn grabs at his feet but isn't putting up a lot of fight. The Metalhead is happy to help him up before firing a hard left hook into his cheek to keep him loopy.


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An attempt to roll Zayn back into the ring is stymied by an elbow strike from the Canuck. He clips WARHORSE across the face and then whips him into the turnbuckle! WARHORSE's head bounces off the unforgiving metal with a brutal thud.


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WARHORSE recoils and stumbles away, seeing stars. He rounds the corner and Zayn waits until the exact right moment before running forward, diving through the ropes and coming through the other side to catch his opponent with a DDT! It's a spectacular maneuver that sees the Hesher's dome planted firmly into the arena floor.


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Zayn lands rough, too, but musters up the strength to roll towards the barricade and help himself back up.


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WARHORSE manages to raise his head, blinking through the fog of what may be a concussion as he tries to get his bearings. The count of the Ref seems like the distant signal of a foghorn in the mist.


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Zayn steps past WARHORSE and dives into the ring, saving himself from a count-out.


Ranallo: Zayn makes it back into the ring with three seconds to go!

Punk: I'm concerned that WARHORSE doesn't realize the jeopardy he's in here. Can he even count to ten?


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WARHORSE tries to stand but his knees buckle. He's dizzy as all heck. His bell has been wrung. His loyal fan base urges him to make it back into the squared circle but it might already be too late...


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No! He does it! Just as the Ref is ready to call the whole thing off, WARHORSE somehow finds a second wind and throws himself under the bottom rope!


Phillips: HE MADE IT!

Graves: By the skin of his teeth.


While WARHORSE did manage to survive, Sami is waiting there, and just as he comes through the ropes, Zayn rolls him over for a pin attempt!



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Zayn hooks some trunks. Even with most everyone in the arena booing, the Official doesn't notice or stop his count!



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WARHORSE reaches out and grabs the ropes! The third man does see that, and stops the count before the third fall. Zayn sits up and looks at the Ref in utter disbelief, stupefied about the whole situation. When the Ref tries to explain things to him, Sami just stands up and gets all in his face about how much of an idiot he is.

All this kerfuffle gives WARHORSE some much needed time to recover, and while Sami is bickering with the Zebra, the UWF's resident hard rocker creeps up behind and snags a roll-up of his own! The irritated Ref is all too happy to drop down and make that count...



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But Zayn kicks out at ONE!


Phillips: Unbelievable!

Punk: Maybe for you.


Both men rush to get up, putting aside the burning sensations shooting through their bodies as the toll of the match starts to stack up. Adrenaline kicks into overdrive and takes over the senses, compelling a hustle that defies reason or self-preservation. A few traded punches ends with Zayn ducking a haymaker, putting a boot into his opponent's gut, hooking the head and trying for a Brainbuster.

WARHORSE shoves him off before he can get dead'd by that move. Sami is thrust back-first into the corner, and WARHORSE proceeds to sandwich him there with a clothesline. He then backs up to start teeing off on the Canadian, only for Zayn to catch him with a boot to the gut. When the Metalhead doubles over, Sami steps around and lawn darts him shoulder-first into the post. The Contender groans but doesn't have much time to think about it before Sami peels him away and hoists him up on to the intersection of the tops ropes.


Graves: Zayn potentially looking to set up the most dangerous move in his areenal here...

Ranallo: One that would surely put the nail in the coffin!


Zayn stands on the second ropes and hooks his arm around WARHORSE's head. He grimaces, using what little strength there is left to hoist the man up from a that elevated Brainbuster into the buckle. But as he pulls WARHORSE up, the Metalhead pushes off the top with both feet, sending him sky high with too much force. Sami is knocked off balance and falls from the ropes with WARHORSE landing on top of him with a crossbody!

They crash into the canvas with WARHORSE pinning Zayn's shoulder's into the mat! The Referee slides in to count it...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
WARHORSE!


WARHORSE rolls off of Zayn, who looks to be have been totally rocked by the awkward landing. The Contender slowly gets up and stands tall, having his arms raised by the Referee while his music hits the PA. Immediately, he turns his attention towards the commentary table where his Wrestlemania opponent is sitting. Punk casts off his headset and stands up, staring down his battered rival.


Phillips: Oh boy.. here we go...

Ranallo: WARHORSE absolutely took it to Punk last week, and while he didn't give him a second thought during the match, you have to think he's been waiting for this all night.


Punk reaches down on to the table and picks up a loose microphone. He pounds the top twice to make sure it's live, which also serves as a cue for the music to cut out. WARHORSE bawls up his fists - a non-verbal communication that whatever it is the Champ has to say, he's ready for a fight. Brooks tries to ease some tensions by waving him down with his free hand.

Punk: Relax... relax kid. I'm not about to start a fight with you. That would be unprofessional.

Zayn, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, shirking off the Official's attempts to give him a helping hand as he collects his title belt and storms off to the back. Punk and WARHORSE are too busy focusing on each other to address that. The Straight Edge Superstar continues.

Punk: I just wanted to let you that you've got my attention. I'm sure that was pretty obvious by my being out here to watch your match tonight. This has been a long time coming. Ever since I got back, really. See that little stunt last week... that was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Since day one - day one - of my being back here in the UWF, I've had to put up with guys like you and Rollins and AJ and HBK taking advantage of my good nature.

I just wanted to be the Friendly, Neighborhood Punk. I just wanted to compete for competition's sake. To try my best to do my best. But just about every single one of my opponents saw that as an opportunity to cheat a win away from me. I was a mark. A target. The old woman on the bad block with the loose purse, just waiting to get mugged.

His gaze narrows in on the panting Contender.

Punk: I could've mixed things up. I've played dirty before - fought fire with fire and all those other cliches. But I didn't want to. Not this time. I was never going to stop to your guys' level cause honestly, man, I'm so much better than that. Problem is, we can't all get what we want. My perfect world will never exist as long as there's still this unevolved, uninspired mentality you all seem to share.

I've already said it. This place doesn't need a Revolution so much as a Renaissance. A cultural change - a maturing. A new wave or philosophy and art. At Wrestlemania, you're going to see exactly what I'm talking about first hand. First, though, I want you and everyone else to know that I've already come up with an important part of the solution. A stop-gap. No more bullshit. I've solved the problem.

Brooks walks around the commentary desk. WARHORSE responds by getting ready for a fight. He's yelling at Punk to come into the ring and get some, happily reminding him of how that played out last week. Once again, Punk does his best to assure him that it's not going to play out that way.

Punk: Hey, come on man. I told you once already - I'm not going to get into some stupid little fist fight with you. I'm not the type of person who would attack somebody when they're vulnerable. I'm not here to get my hands dirty.

But he is.

Punk nods past WARHORSE's shoulder and the Metalhead turns around just in time to seem him coming.




Ranallo: That's Samoa Joe! The former UWF International Champion!

Graves: What the hell is Joe doing here?!?


The crowd is totally shocked to see the legendary Samoan heavyweight back in the UWF ring. That surprise is manifested as horrified gasps when Joe head butts the already winded and wounded WARHORSE right on the bridge of his nose! WARHORSE goes down but Joe catches him, slapping on a Coquina Clutch! The Contender struggles valiantly to break lose, but given the match with a game opponent in Zayn, he just doesn't have to fight left to shake off the former world champ. Joe squeezes until WARHORSE is out cold and then leaves him lying on the mat.

Finally, CM Punk climbs into the ring. He nods at Joe, who nods back, confirming the alliance. The Renaissance Man walks over to WARHORSE before lifting his Intercontinental Championship belt high into the air, getting some serious heat from a lot of the crowd for the brazen display of disrespect. Punk scans the arena, taking a mental note of every person that refuses to see - that simply won't understand. He then looks back down at WARHORSE with the same annoyance.


Phillips: What a bunch of hypocrisy from Punk! So he's with Samoa Joe now? It's like he knows he can't beat WARHORSE in a fair fight!

Graves: Shut up, Tom. A fair fight was all Punk ever asked for. This is what happen when a good man is pushed over the edge.

Ranallo: Like it or not, is appears that CM Punk has found a dangerous ally in the Samoan Submission Machine and that's a big variable that WARHORSE is going to have to factor into his Wrestlemania game plan. Will he finally be able to succeed in his dream of becoming a champion in the UWF on the Grandest Stage of 'em All, or will these stacked odds be insurmountable?


Punk and Joe leave WARHORSE behind, heading up the ramp without ever looking back. EMTs and a few Refs rush out to the ring but don't even make it to the Contender before he comes to. He refuses any assistance from the medical personnel, pushing them away as he gets to his feet by his own power, scowling and practically frothing at the mouth as he looks up the ramp at the man he'll challenge at Wrestlemania.




The feed heads backstage where EC3 is sitting in his office.




EC3: So with Wrestlemania coming up soon, we've already announced quite a few big matches but as you know, some of your favorites have yet to have a match announced as well as some of our new signees. That's why at Wrestlemania, we'll have ourselves a good old fashion ladder match. So some of your favorites like Matt Sydal, John Cena and Hornswoggle will try to climb up and reach a briefcase that inside contains a title shot for the Television Championship. They'll face the likes of recent acquisitions like Roddy Piper, Jonathan Gresham, Roman Reigns and anyone else who may sign in the near future. Good luck to you all.

EC3 smiles and the scene fades out.




As there’s a break in the action, suddenly AJ Styles comes walking out.



He enters the ring and gets a microphone from a ringside official.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I’ve had enough of this wild goose chase. You want to make yourself hard to find, then so be it, we’ll do it here in my house instead of wherever in yours. So come on out here, Bray, and take your just desserts like a man!


After a few moments of silence as AJ Styles stands in the ring, a voice is heard over the P.A System

Little Pig! Little Pig! Let ME In!

The tiantron lights up as Bray Wyatt stands with a smile on his face and the UWF Championship over his shoulder.



Bray Wyatt: Hiiii AJ! Wowzers aren't you all worked up, heee hee. Ya know a few weeks ago it seemed like all you even cared about was the Royal Rumble, the Intercontinental Championship, the Main Event of Wrestlemania...but Me, it seemed almost like you were hesitant about lil ole me. Now I don't know if you were looking for the Funhouse to say hello to some of your old friends like Rhodey or Damien, or to formally introduce yourself to me, but it must not have been a priority if you left it to your friends instead of doing it yourself...Until now though hahaha, Now you're fired up and ready aren't ya? Well AJ I told you earlier that you were missing a secret, there's a reason The Will ended up in the place you've spent all night looking for without hope. But since you are Oh so eager to find me, then I guess it's only fair for me to let you in on the secret to finding the Funhouse.

Bray Wyatt looks side to side as if making sure no one is listening before he leans forward.

Bray Wyatt: Your friends couldn't find it, you can't find it, Everyone who has tried before you...can't find it...because

There is a loud electrical sound as the lights shining on the balcony of the arena shut off.

It's The Funhouse

The frightening buzzing of electricity continues as all the lights slowly fail leaving only a spotlight on AJ Styles and the light of the titantron.

That finds you.

With a loud shut off sound the arena goes completely dark, the crowd is rustling in the dark with flashes and lights from phones being lit up. After a few moments in darkness, the lights suddenly return with AJ Styles center ring looking up at the tron and Bray Wyatt out of nowhere standing behind him. The crowd stand up in preparation, when suddenly AJ flips backwards blindly and catches the UWF Champion with a Pele Kick.

Mauro Ranallo: PELE KICK! AJ Saw him coming

The loud smack staggers Wyatt but he is still on his feet, AJ gets on his feet and charges at Wyatt immediately. Throwing wild rights and lefts backing Wyatt into the corner, relentlessly going after his Wrestlemania opponent.

Tom Phillips: AJ Styles is showing no fear here, he's going straight at Bray Wyatt!

After a few more shots suddenly AJ is shoved off with one hard push, he tries to comeback immediately but the space provided allows Wyatt to hit him with a huge uppercut shot that knocks him down. Wyatt checks his mouth for blood and then starts breaking out in laughter while AJ is shaking his head knocked dizzy from the shot.

Mauro Ranallo: Fear may not be a factor with shots like that sadistic uppercut.
Corey Graves: It looks like we're getting a Wrestlemania preview right here and now.

Wyatt reaches down with both hands grabbing AJs head and effortlessly pulls him up to his feet, he hooks his head up under his arm looking for Sister Abigail staring into the crowd as he holds AJ in place with his other arm on his heart still laughing. Wyatt leans down to kiss the top of AJs head, but AJ immediately starts hitting Wyatt on the side of the head over and over again slowly making him release the hold as AJ stands back up vertically. AJ kicks Wyatts leg, followed by open hand shots to the head comboing multiple shots into a spinning back fist and then a clothesline but again Wyatt only staggers backwards a bit after that onslaught. Styles almost looks surprised that Wyatt is still on his feet, he turns and hits the ropes but when he comes back Wyatt seems to suddenly change in anger and jolts forward grabbing Styles neck with both hands stopping him mid run. Wyatt angrily looks down at Styles eyes as he holds him in his hands and then throws Styles to one side with enough strength that it sends the Demi-God through the ropes and to the outside.

Tom Phillips: My goodness
Mauro Ranallo: AJ Styles tossed aside like ragdoll, That was scary.

As Wyatt stands in the middle of the ring, he shakes his head a bit and closes his eyes as if hearing voices in his head and fighting them off. He finally stops and opens his eyes, and his smile returns to his face seemingly back to "normal" but as he stands up straight again seemingly out of nowhere AJ Styles flies unto screen with a Phenomenal Forearm. Wyatt goes down finally, rolling out of the ring from the impact as AJ stands up and shoots his arms up to his side in his classic pose.

Corey Graves: Phenomenal Forearm! AJ Styles just took Bray Wyatt out!

Styles turns towards where Wyatt fell and thinks about going after him but he turns his head to one side and notices something that didn't seem to be there before and that's the UWF Championship laying on the mat in the corner. AJ walks over to it staring down at the gold and reaches down for it, the second his hand is going to touch the belt the lights turn off. They return and the championship is gone and seemingly so is Wyatt.

Mauro Ranallo: AJ Styles has proven he will not back down from Wyatt, if anyone is skilled enough to cut through the mind games of the UWF Champion you have to believe it's the Demi-God.
The show ends with Styles standing tall in the middle of the ring.



END OF SHOW


Credits

Gresham vs Ciampa - Roach
WARHORSE vs Zayn - Fauche
Swoggle vs Punk, Rollins vs Galloway - Dresden
Piper vs Sydal, Cena vs Mysterio, Go vs Abyss - Danny

[Roach]

roach comment roach comment.

Good win for piper to kick off the show. Would really like to see him in a position to potentially pick up a big win, because I totally feel like he could.

The whole AJ saga throughout this show was a huge highlight. Probably my favorite collection of Styles promos since Dres picked him up. Dug the vinny and sting apperances to motivate Styles. Dres has like a whole fuckin discography of great characters and its always cool to see them pop back in, especially when there's a clear purpose.

The Gresham dude seems to be pretty damn good so its good for him to pick up a quick dub and I'm excited to see where he goes. Probably my favorite to win the ladder match right now.

Galloway probably has the most forward momentum in the fed right now and that continues yet again with a win over a really good competitor in ultrainstinct's Rollins. Very much enjoying the feud of insurmountable egos that is Rollins vs Zayn as well.

Very good promo by Fauche here. Punk has slowly become more and more of a big ol asshole over the past couple weeks and this really helps build up the WARHORSE angle near the end of the show. Also gets a plus since it was followed by the greatest match of all time.

P good promo by Chase's Rey here followed by a good win afterwards. I really like Rey's point here about people misinterpreting what the TV title is about.

Very good takedown of Styles by BRey here in the typical funhouse style. Dig the incorporation of slater and rhyno into the funhouse. 

Excellent match by Danny with Abyss/Shiozaki. Captures the Babyface/Monster dynamic really well and definitely made me feel more motivated with Go. Incredibly psyched to face Crann's Drew for the primetime medal since I was hoping to head toward a Go/Galloway rematch in the near future anyway. Defo gonna be on my game for that one. Monster's Ball at mania is so fucking dope and Rikishi/Abyss is a v good hoss matchup for that. Lots of good stuff coming out of this whole angle.

And after a real banger of a match by Fauche, we get another seriously dope angle. WARHORSE is probably my favorite character to follow in the fed, and he gets set up super well here with the win over Zayn and the subsequent beating by Punk/Joe. Not sure if Joe is like an enforcer for Punk, or if he's a whole 'nother character handled by someone else, but this reveal was great and added a whole new dynamic to the WARHORSE/Punk feud. Punk is firmly a big baddie now juxtaposed to Never-Say-Die WARHORSE, which I totally think was the best way to go. WARHORSE simply rules, what can I say.

And the show ends with yet another really dope angle. Styles finally gets one up on Wyatt after all the shenanigans throughout the show. This really helped the feud pick up some needed steam heading into Mania.

So this show was capped by 2 excellent matches and 3 excellent angles. It's probably my favorite show this year along with the 2/24 revolution, which I hold just a bit below this one because I lost and I should never lose.

[vinny1979]

Thank you to Roach for the kind words. I would love to get a feud with someone if possible because I don't like having random matches week after week and have nothing going on so if anybody is interested please let me know. Also I loved the show this week. Great stuff from all and a lot of stuff that is awesome. Love the fed so far.

[Danny]

Mar 26, 2021 16:44:05 GMT -6 vinny1979 said:

Thank you to Roach for the kind words. I would love to get a feud with someone if possible because I don't like having random matches week after week and have nothing going on so if anybody is interested please let me know. Also I loved the show this week. Great stuff from all and a lot of stuff that is awesome. Love the fed so far.

You joined too far into a ppv cycle that it didn't give time to build a story with almost everyone booked up. Plus new people typically don't get feuds until after their first ppv cycle because I have to gauge if they even show up consistently first but post for your Mania match and I'll be sure to get you something to sink your teeth into afterwards.

[Evolution J]

Amazing show written as always. Huge props to those who roleplay and to those who wrote the shows. So far we are heading to a awesome start. Can't wait to see which new recruit will make a new impact in UWF.

As for Chase............I am doom? :/

[Dres]

A great go-home show for sure, very strong. I like the Mysterio promo, we don’t get to see a lot of lengthy stuff from Chase because of everything on his plate but this says to me that it doesn’t matter how busy he is, he’s going to show up and show off for Mania season. The Punk heel turn and introduction of Samoa Joe as an ally was cool too, I’m glad to see Fauche pulling the trigger on an idea he discussed with me awhile ago. Also on the angle front, I enjoyed what I got to write and what Rey contributed was just awesome, The Will becoming puppets delivered on the hype for sure. The Monster’s Ball, Ladder match, and change to the Prime Time Medal match all being announced is also good, gets everyone on the card. But yeah, I liked this edition a lot.

[Evolution J]

Mar 26, 2021 16:44:05 GMT -6 vinny1979 said:

Thank you to Roach for the kind words. I would love to get a feud with someone if possible because I don't like having random matches week after week and have nothing going on so if anybody is interested please let me know. Also I loved the show this week. Great stuff from all and a lot of stuff that is awesome. Love the fed so far.

Don't worry, you will get a chance to be in a storyline or feud with someone in UWF sooner than later. I honestly know there are plenty of people in UWF waiting for a feud at this moment and you are not the only one. I am pretty sure Danny get you in somewhere after the big event. Keep up on what you are doing. I am pretty someone will be happy to work with you.