Revolution 4/21/21

[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: Tonight we have Rikishi taking on number one contender to the Television Championship, Jonathan Gresham.

Mauro Ranallo: In non-title action, the holder of that Television Championship, Rey Mysterio, will take on WARHORSE.

Corey Graves: But we will have a defense when Drew Galloway defends the Prime Time Medal against Abyss.

Tom Phillips: Randy Orton and John Cena will also mix it up.

Mauro Ranallo: And Roman Reigns versus Matt Sydal is on deck.

Corey Graves: Making his UWF debut, Rob Conway will step to Dolph Ziggler.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event, AJ Styles and Seth Rollins will go to war but first-




THE RENAISSANCE


"Viva la Vida" barely has a chance to roll through that PA before the post-Mania capacity crowd tears it a new one. They aren't at all happy to hear Coldplay's modern masterpiece, equally bothered by it's bothersomely catchy strings as they are by what the song represents - a new kind of CM Punk. One they came to know all to well at the Showcase of the Immortals.

The Second City Superstar walks out on to the ramp, carrying a garbage bag with the mistakable outline of a championship belt inside. There's a certain Jake the Snake aesthetic about it, though the blatant disrespect garners an antithetical reaction from the crowd than ol' Damien's pop.

Graves: Listen to how fickle these fans are! They were in love with Punk not one month ago! The guy finally sees a little bit of success and suddenly they're a bunch of jealous ingrates!

Phillips: A lot can change in a month, Corey. And I'm sure they wouldn't be so bothered if Punk was treating the Intercontinental Championship title belt with some respect, or if he'd actually managed to retain it by fighting fair.

Ranallo: Speak of the devil...

Samoa Joe follows just behind Punk, his strictly-business demeanor is business-as-usual for the stoic Submission Machine. As the tandem marches towards the squared circle, they're showered with boos from the fans. It's all water off a duck's back, though. Reception be damned - facts are facts and this is a victory parade. There's a pair of microphones left on the steels steps that are collected by the fellas when they climb into the ring. Chris Martin's chorus line soars through the sound system just as they come through the ropes. Perfect timing. Punk can't help but smile, finding humor in an all-too familiar home where his accomplishments are countered with hostility. He says something to Joe, who signals for the music to cut out so they can begin. It's the Champ who starts things off.



Punk: You want it to be one way.

The crowd boos the call-back - a comment that comes with a more soured sting than when he first delivered it following his victory over AJ Styles to take the title. Punk drops the title-filled trash bag at his feet so he can vaguely wave at everyone in the building, letting them know that it's them he's addressing. This, if course, is met with more disapproval, but that doesn't slow Brooks down.

Punk: You want everything to be one way. You want simplicity. You want to be spoon-fed flavorless slop and to be told what to think, what to say and how to feel. You want it... easy. But it's never been easy. Not for me. Everything I had to do to get back here - back to the top - and everything I plan to do next is complicated. It's such a tired, old cliche to say that everyone's playing checkers while we're out here playing chess, but what an appropriate metaphor.

I tried to play nice. "Friendly Neighborhood CM Punk". Remember? It was everyone else who wanted to fuck around, so instead of getting laid out by something from behind while facing off what was coming head-on, I had to start thinking sideways. I had to consider all angles, all opportunities, and now... now we're here. The Renaissance. This is what it is. It's throwing out the simple way you see a boring world to replace it with a new one you never expected.

It's that Coldplay song. It's this stupid title in a garbage bag. It's me knocking off all these supposed world-class wrestlers one at a time to show you how good they really aren't. And yeah, you're gonna boo, cause it sucks to be proven wrong, but what can I say? This isn't just my job, it's a moral obligation to the sport of professional wrestling. You're welcome, professional wrestling. Happy to help, as always.

This gets some major heat from the crowd, but Punk just shrugs.

Ranallo: Just listen to how smug CM Punk sounds!

Graves: He's earned the right. It wasn't too long ago everyone was calling him a loser and writing him off completely. What are they saying now?

The Champ kicks at his belt a little, pushing it out of the spotlight as he goes on.

Punk: All that aside, I was asked to come out here and explain my actions at Wrestlemania. My "actions". Okay. No problem. My "actions" are that I won. That's all. WARHORSE took the pin, I didn't, so I get to be the guy who lugs around this belt and he gets to be the guy who's exposed as a fraud. Promised and delivered. I'd hype myself up as a clairvoyant, but who needs a crystal ball to predict the obvious, huh? But I'm not an idiot. I know what Carter wants, and you people expect. I've seen the footage. I know what went down...

He slowly turns towards the Samoan, a hardness etched into his eyes.

Punk: I saw what Joe did. I'm not in denial about anything. But he's a grown man who speaks for himself. So if you want answers... welp, here you go.

Brooks steps aside, giving the floor to Joe, whose perfectly content to off up an explanation. The Big Man turns his back on the crowd to face towards the vacant entrance ramp.

Joe: There's only one person in this building who I need to speak to tonight and he isn't sitting in the stands. WARHORSE!



Joe: You barked up the wrong tree, son. I warned you if stepped out of line, I'd put you down. That's twice I've got you now. If I find reason enough to do it a third time, I'm not gonna let you get back up, understand?

Now you can go on and be pissed off or heartbroken about how things played out, but one thing's for sure, you can't be confused. You call me out, question my legacy, my manhood, my career? See what kind of person I am now? Damn right you do. I'm consequences. Hard ones. Where I come from, you leave a name out of your mouth unless you think you're hard enough to back it up. You say "Samoa Joe" and I take notice. I'm the Boogeyman like that. And you say "Samoa Joe" and forget... or elect... to not put some respect on there? Then we've got a problem.

I've got too much pride for a baby-shit-soft clown like you to cross me. A fool like you doesn't deserve to be a champion. I just proved why. I'm not sorry and if you've got any issues you feel the need to sort out about it, I'm not hard to find, young man.

Samoa Joe lowers his microphone, nothing else to add to the point. Punk stares at him, not saying anything for a minute. It's difficult to read his expression. He doesn't seem too thrilled, though. Still, soon enough, he lifts his own mic to speak again.

Punk: So there it is. No big mystery. No scandal. No conspiracy. The reason I invited Joe here back in the first place is because WARHORSE and guys just like him were fighting dirty. That moron had the nerve to say it wouldn't matter, that he was better than the both of us - that he was such a "fighter" that there was nothing that could stop him from taking home the gold. Another big match, another big loss. Classic. Look, this guy clearly just doesn't have what it takes to make it here. If he wants to complain about what I'd call a receipt for the stunt he pulled in my match with HBK, or hell, that bullshit on Rollins' little talk show, then he isn't just a loser, he's a miserable hypocrite. Why any of you would cheer someone like that is just... beyond me.

Mentioning this stirs up a resounding WARHORSE chant from the people. Punk tries to speak over it but it's too much - that international post-WM energy churns out a deafening wave of support for the metalhead. Brooks has to wait it out before finally speaking again.

Punk: The important thing to remember here is that regardless of whether Joe got his hands on WARHORSE, I had that match in the bag the same way I've got this title belt in one now. There's no scenario, no situation or stipulation that sees that result go the other way. He doesn't have it in him to get the better of me. Plain and simple. I was kicking his ass and it was only a matter of time before he went to sleep, from a GTS or the Anaconda. Either Way.

It's gonna be a tough pill for the kid to swallow, but I think it's time he moved on. I'm ready to. I've got bigger and better things to worry about. WARHORSE? Shit, I think a few more years in community centers and bingo halls would do him a lot of good, ya know, get those reps in so that maybe someday he'll have what it takes to cut it in the majors. Cause as it stands now? Naaaah. Not happening. He'll never -

Before Punk can finish that thought, he's interrupted by some pounding drums. Thudding pretty empty as the lights fall. A steady rhythm, a triplet, a pause. Yet again, thud thud thud. Wait. We know this. I think we do.



THE THUNDER RAINS IN LIKE A BEHEMOTH, AS PUNK STANDS, VERY CLEARLY NOT HAPPY TO HEAR THIS MUSIC. THE FANS HOWEVER, ARE. THE CLASSIC THEME OF THE WARHORSE, THE BLOOD RAINING FROM THE HEAVENS. THE TIDES OF THE SCENE FEELING LIKE THEY’RE OPENING UP LIKE A JESUS WAS ON THE BEACH. THE DISTORTION CONTINUES TO WAIL IN AS THE THUNDER FADES, AND THE WARHORSE WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE, AND EYES DOWN THE TWO MEN IN THE RING.

THE WARHORSE CLEARLY IS LESS HAPPY WITH THEM THAN THEY ARE WITH HIM, AND THEY CAME OUT HERE JUST TO SAY HOW MUCH THEY ARE DONE WITH THE WARHORSE.

THE RIFF OF PURE SLAYER POWER SLAMS THE PA LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE AND THE WARHORSE THROWS IT UP AND HEADBANGS LIKE A MANIAC. HE THEN MARCHES DOWN THAT RAMP, LIKE ONLY THE WARHORSE COULD, AND SLIDES UP ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN STARES DOWN THE TWO MEN INSIDE. HE CLIMBS THROUGH THE ROPES TO GET CLOSE UP TO THEM.

WARHORSE: FOR HOW COMPLICATED YOU WISH YOU COULD BE, PUNK, YOU SURE ARE A SIMPLE, PATHETIC MAN. I KNEW THE SECOND THAT FAT, UGLY, OBESE PIECE OF SHIT SHACKLED ONTO YOUR SHOULDER LIKE A FORCE FIELD YOU’D PRESS THE BUTTON, YOU’D THROW ALL OF YOUR TOYS OUT OF THE PEPSI SPONSORED PRAM, AND YOU’D GIVE UP ON FIGHTING FAIR. YOU GAVE UP ON IT A WHILE BACK, WHY? OH RIGHT, BECAUSE YOU CAN’T DO IT ASSHOLE. YOU CAN ONLY WIN WHEN YOU’VE GOT YOUR FINGERS CROSSED BEHIND YOUR BACK DRENCHED IN CROCODILE TEARS.

I DON’T THINK ANYONE BUYS IT UP THOUGH. NOBODY SEES THE SNAKE OIL CM PUNK SELLS AS GOLD AS ANY SHIT. NO, NO. CHAMPION THIS, DOMINANT THIS. IF YOU WERE A MAN ABOUT TOWN, PUNK, YOU WOULD HAVE DEFENDED YOUR HONOR. YOU WOULDA STOOD FOR YOURSELF, NOT FOR THE LOW ROUTE. YET WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE IS THE GREAT CM PUNK? OH RIGHT. THAT IS CORRECT. UP HIS OWN GODDAMN ASS HAVING A MIGHTY FINE TREAT TO THEIR BUFFET.

MAYBE SINCE YOU’RE SO HOLLOW AND ALL, YOU’LL COME OUT ON THE OTHER END AND FIND YOUR MOUTH. YOU’LL MAYBE EVEN FIND WORDS, AND HELL, A WAY TO BACK THEM UP. SO I ASK THE GREAT CM PUNK. ARE YOU A GODDAMN LIAR OR ARE YOU GONNA BACK IT UP? ARE YOU GOING TO STEP ASIDE AND SHOVEL IN THE WONDERFUL RENAISSANCE, INVIGORATING, MASTERPIECE INTO YOUR MOUTH, THAT WE ALL KNOW IS SNAKE GODDAMN OIL, OR ARE YOU GOING TO FACE THE WARHORSE.

BETTER YET…

The Warhorse glares up and down Samoa Joe with a vengeful gaze.

YOU’LL FACE ME LIKE A MAN. YOU’LL QUIT PULLING PUSSY MOVES. YOU’LL FACE ME ONE ON ONE, WITHOUT HIM.

BUT NO, IT’S NOT THAT GODDAMN SIMPLE, IS IT? NO, IF YOU JUST GAVE ME YOUR WORD, WE’D SEE JOE TUMBLING DOWN THE RAMP FASTER THAN A GIVEAWAY OF FREE PROFITEROLES. I NEED MORE THAN THAT. EVEN THE RULES WOULDN’T STOP JOEY TRIBBIANI FROM RAINING ON THE WARHORSE’S PARADE. SO, WHAT THEN?

WHAT’D CAUSE THIS MATCH TO HAPPEN SPILL FREE? LET ME PROPOSE TO YOU THIS, PUNK. A MATCH KNOWN BY ONLY THE PURESTS OF THIS SPORT, ONE RESPECTED, ONE THAT HAS HAD SOME OF THE GREATEST MATCHES OF ALL TIME. BLUE BARS. STEEL CAGE MATCH, UNLESS IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN ALL YOU JUST CAME OUT HERE TO SAY AND LET ALL OF US KNOW YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT BEAT THE WARHORSE SINGLEHANDEDLY.

Samoa Joe steps forward, a half-cocked grin spread across that big ol’ mug of his.

Joe: And here I thought you would’ve learned some manner by now. How many times do I have to school you before -

The Samoan Submission Machine steps towards WARHORSE but Punk gets between them, placing a firm hand on his partner’s chest to ease him off. Joe seems surprised at first, but Brooks is all like “it’s all good - I got this”. When Joe backs away, Punk turns to confront WARHORSE again.

Punk: Just look at you go! Mister so-hard-done-by. Indignant doesn’t suit you, Jake. You didn’t give a shit about “fighting fair” or “justice” before the game got turned around on you. At least have the spine to admit you were outplayed.

I don’t need Joe to beat you. I never have. All I wanted was a third party to make up for this company’s useless Officials and blatant disregard for competitive integrity or due process. I wasn’t going to stand by and let my return get tanked by someone else’s incompetence or bullshit. Everyone was so adamant that I was captaining a sinking ship. Then I go and patch the hole and now you and everyone else won’t stop bitching about it. Jesus Christ. Talk about hard to please.

This, of course, just draws some more ire from the fans. Punk shrugs them off and gets back to the point at hand.



Punk:Alright though. You want a cage match? Another title shot coming off a loss? Fine. Let’s do it. Dude, there’s no time or place where you come out on top. There’s just no world where WARHORSE beats Punk. And because this isn’t a money match, and because it’s so undeserved, and because you’re so annoying, you need to put something up this time. I’m not going to be the only one with something to lose here.

So how about this? We have that cage match like you want. If you win, this goofy little title here is all yours. But if I win, you never challenge me for a championship again. No more excuses. No more do-overs. I’m sick of proving I’m the better man. If I beat you, you fuck off forever. I’m so ready to move past you and I can’t have your wasted ambition tied around my neck like a goddamn anchor anymore. Time to put up or shut up. I’m the hottest match in town and you’re holding up the line. I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but first, you get what you’re asking for. You just don’t realize what that really means, yet.

Title versus Boyhood Dream. Punk versus WARHORSE in a Steel Cage Match..

The Champ extends a hand, content to skip the paperwork and make this a gentleman’s agreement.

Punk: We got a deal?

The Warhorse looks up and around the arena, as if he had to think about it.

WARHORSE: WHAT OTHER OPTION WOULD A MAN LIKE THE WARHORSE HAVE? TO FLOUNDER? TO WALK AWAY FROM ALL THIS YOU THINK I CAN’T GET AFTER WHAT HAPPENED AT WRESTLEMANIA. ALL THAT YOU PRETEND IS JUST OFF MY MIND. THERE AIN’T NO LINE WAITING FOR YOU PUNK, I’M THE MAN YOU’RE GETTING HUNTED BY. NO. BODY. ELSE. IS HERE. AND THAT’S WHY I’LL FACE YOU IN THAT CAGE.

The Warhorse meets Punk’s handshake with his hand meeting in the middle to Punk’s, as they clasp on, and Punk looks him in the eye, with his ever present doubt and patronising nature. The fans cheer this.

WARHORSE: I’LL SEE YOU NE-

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Punk clocks the Warhorse down with a cheap punch off the handshake. Warhorse falls down hard, as Punk backs off in hysterics, pointing, cackling, and almost starically slapping his knee for the fact that the Warhorse didn’t even see that coming, from all the blind shots and attacks from behind, the threat staring him in the eye wasn’t clear enough to him.

Punk and Joe climb through the ropes, Joe shaking his head looking down at Warhorse, a man so unproven here, yet not disputed in a fair competition. We’ll have to see what the bars of blue painted steel can do to help this match’s result. Revolution heads… elsewhere?





The "REVOLUTION" logo splashes across the screen before we are again taken to Drew Galloway's backstage haunt. The Scottish Psychopath looms like a man possessed, and as soon as the focus is on him, he begins to speak.



DREW GALLOWAY
This week, Ethan Carter has hand-picked one of the best and brightest of the new crop of signees tae face me in Abyss. They call him a Monster, an' after watchin' what he did tae Rikishi at Wrestlemania, I'm inclined tae believe the moniker. But the Monster behind the mask has a fundamental weakness. He's directed by a man, an' like all men, Father James Mitchell is susceptible tae the same forces as every foe I've faced since my return tae singles competition here in the UWF. He's weak. He's cowardly. An' faced with the Scottish Psychopath, he's eyein' a figurative mountain that he's never goin' tae be able tae climb.

Galloway smirks, his every word exuding the inner confidence of a man who remains undefeated, except by his own (literal) hand.

Without his master, the Monster will be directionless. This isn't just some narrative I'm tryin' tae construct. It's fact. The man didn't even deny it himself when he was given the chance. He knows that Abyss stands no greater odds o' beatin' me than anyone who came before him. In fact, his shot might be longer still, because he lacks the guile o', say, Seth Rollins, or the skill o', say, Go Shiozaki. All he has is power, an' as has been shown time an' time again by me when I step in the ring, power is not enough tae keep my shoulders on the canvas for a three-count. Tonight, the Monster meets an opponent he can't beat. He meets a man who refuses tae balk an' who brings his own fire an' fury tae the ring. Tonight, I disperse the Abyss an' expose James Mitchell's pet as the sideshow he truly is.

Drew exits the shot and, after a few moments, it cuts back to the "REVOLUTION" graphic as the show moves along.





Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, and already in the ring, from Hollywood, Florida and weighing 217 pounds, Dolph ZIGGLER!

The fans offer a smattering of boos to the Show Off, a man who was cheered mere months ago during his return at the Royal Rumble but now has lost any good will that appearance engendered. The former world champ shimmies out of his denim jacket and hypes himself for the match ahead.



Chimel: And the opponent...

Just look at me...





That piano, that voice, it can only mean one thing - it's time for 'The Conman'. The crowd immediately begin to boo and jeer as Conway makes his way out onto the stage sauntering along and pointing to himself. Conway makes a point of pointing to his mouth, singing along with every word of his entrance music. He quickly poses for the not so adoring crowd before strutting his way down the ramp, still singing along to his theme. 

Chimmel: Introducing, from New Albany, New Jersey. Weighing in at 234 pounds, he is 'The Conman'... Rob Conway!

Conway hops up onto the ring apron and spins round, pointing to each of his abdominal muscles looking mighty proud of himself before he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Conway heads to the ropes and leans over the top rope, foot on the middle rope, one finger high into the air as he continues to sing along with his entrance theme. Conway struts around the ring afterward, refusing to take of his sunglasses before the match starts, a symbol of his arrogance. 

DING DING!

Ziggler darts right across the ring, catching Conway off guard with a forearm that knocks the sunglasses askew on his face! Conway doesn't budge, but his head turns slightly, and as he adjusts himself and stares back at Dolph he removes his now-damaged shades, his eyes glaring daggers through his opponent. Dolph laughs and urges him to bring it, and as he does Conway launches the glasses right at Dolph's face, hitting him square between the eyes! Dolph is momentarily dazed as Conway charges out of the corner and turns him inside out with a kitchen sink. The Con-Man immediately deadlifts Ziggler right off the apron into powerslam position before dropping him hard on the canvas! The fans boo – they're no more a fan of the asshole running this match than the one he's pounding down. Conway pulls Ziggler to his feet, but Ziggler goes dirty with a thumb to the eye, then tries to Irish whip his opponent only to have the Con-Man plant his feet and pull him right back in for a short-arm clothesline! The former UWF Champion hits the canvas like a sack of bricks.

Tom Phillips: Mere seconds into this match and Rob Conway is asserting his dominance over a former world champion.

Corey Graves: If his goal is to make a statement about the UWF, he's certainly doing so by tearing down one of its most iconic performers.

As Ziggler groggily recovers his vertical base, Conway heads to the top rope and comes off with a double ax handle to the skull! Dolph goes down immediately, selling the blow by clutching the top of his head, but Conway is having none of it as he hauls Ziggler up and sends him into the corrner. The Con-Man pursues, driving a hard knee into the gut of his opponent, followed by another, and another before stepping back and lifting his boot to choke Ziggler in the corner. The fans boo and the official starts a count, hitting four before Conway releases, leaving his foe sputtering for air. Conway then closes in and drags Dolph from the corner before kneeing him to double him over, then catching him in a pumphandle clutch that he converts into a slam! Dolph arches his back as he grimmaces and the Con-Man once again heads up top, this time coming of with his patented Ego Elbow Drop and staying on for the cover.

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DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,
ROB CONWAY!



Mauro Ranallo: Well, if nothing else, Rob Conway has sent an emphatic statement to the UWF locker room with one absolutely dominant display over a former world champion in Dolph Ziggler.

Phillips: Not to take anything away from Conway, who looked in fine form tonight, but something seemed off with Dolph.

Graves: Shut up, Phillips. The only thing off with Dolph was he was staring down the future of the UWF and he didn't measure up! Hate to say it, but it's true!

As commentary banters, Conway has already exited the ring and stolen a new pair of shades from the head of a fan, and he's taunting the angry crowd as he heads to the back, victorious in his Revolution debut. The feed moves along.





We cut to the Mysterio lair where we see Rey Mysterio sitting in his normal spot and Rey Mysterio begins to speak



Rey Mysterio: Hola mi amigos it is me it is me the champion of the TV. Your resident super hero Rey Mysterio. Tonight I have a biiii--- jajajaa facing YELLHORSE isn't a big match. If anything it is just a tune up for the next opponent for MY TV title. Yes once again a man went through some extrordinary feats just to face me one on one. Now who am I facing? Well I am facing... Sorry amigos my contacts are messing up gotta get close to the little tv prompter over here.

Rey leans in and he reads the name

Rey Mysterio: Jonath- Jonathan Grish- oh no Gresham yes I am facing Jonathan Gresham. Now Mr. Gresham my lack of familiarity with you is because your new but the word on the street is you love WRESTLING. In fact amigo we are a lot alike I like WRESTLING too. I like it so much that even though being a cemented hall of famer here in the UWF I am here to make the Revolution brand better and not only this brand but this belt the TV title. And look at that I have done just both. I made this belt a better title than it once was before. Now I have made it a belt people literally kill themselves over for. I mean it is funny with a belt with so "little" prestige there are many people who would be willing to do anything to take a sniff at this.

But Mr. Gresham that is all you're going to get is a sniff. You see Jonathan your hard work one day it will pay off but it won't pay off against me. You're not the first man who fought against the odds to face me in a one on one contest. Just because you do whatever it takes to win doesn't mean it will work. See Jonathan you're strategy of out wrestling me, or out working me won't work. What I do for this company Mr. Gresham is more than you know. You just go out there and do your WRESTLING. I live WRESTLING and every day I hold this belt is you see the increase of fans who care for this brand.

Mr. Gresham throughout the weaks you will see what kind of work I put in for this company. You will see what it takes to be more than just an ordinary man. See Mr. Gresham I am a hero and you will see that. Not just in the ring but outside of it. Good luck against the big man Rikishi. I will be watching.

The camera fades away as the show moves on.






John Cena makes his way out from the back to cheers from the crowd.

Tony Chimel: From West Newbury Massachusetts, John Cena!




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

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


VS


DING DING DING


The bell rings and Randy walks towards Cena but Cena holds up his hand and asks for a mic. It looks like he wants to do another one of his raps but as he reaches out for the mic, Randy grabs him from behind and throws him out onto the apron, pulling his head back into the ring and pulling him further in to hit a Rope Hung DDT! Cena's feet twitch from the impact and Randy pulls him away from the ropes, dragging him to the center of the ring to make the pin, looking to take Cena out of this quick.



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Cena kicks out! Randy sits up and shrugs his shoulders saying "It was worth a try" before getting back up. He brings Cena up with him but the former champ starts punching him in the gut. It's nothing a swift knee to the gut can't stop and Randy is back in control. He grabs a hold of Cena and lifts him up for a suplex, throwing him forward to bounce off the ropes for the Slingshot Suplex! Instead of going for another pin attempt, Orton circle round his prey like a vulture. He stomps on Cena's right leg before moving to his right arm, circling around to the left arm and finishing up with a stomp on his left ankle. Cena crawls to the ropes to escape for a brief respite.


Corey Graves: Look at just how cold and calculated the Legend Killer is.

Mauro Ranallo: Even in defeat, Orton has taken his opponents too the limit with his barbaric and cold technique.

Tom Phillips: Both men have done a lot in UWF but they both are looking to jump start their careers after Wrestlemania but only one man can do it here tonight.


Randy walks over to Cena who has gotten up with help from the ropes. As he gets closer, Cena pops up and manages to get him on his shoulders! Randy squirms free and falls behind Cena. John turns around only to eat a picture perfect dropkick that sends him out of the ring! The Viper heads out there as well and stalks Cena from behind. He grabs him and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps! If that wasn't enough, he takes John by the head and places it on top of the steel steps. He then walks up to the top and stomps down on Cena's head! The front row cringes as Orton gets a sadistic smile on his face. He grabs Cena and throws him back into the ring.

The Viper slithers his way back into the ring and patiently watches as Cena picks himself up. He turns him around and goes for the RKO but Cena shoves him forward. Randy stops himself before he bounces off the ropes but when he turns around he eats a flurry of lefts and rights from the Doctor of Thuganomics. Cena sends him off the ropes and Randy runs right into a Shoulder Block. He pops back up only to get taken down with another. He gets up and takes a wild swing at him which Cena ducks and takes his back, spinning him out for a Protobomb! Cena throws his hand up in the air and bends down voer Oroton, giving him the old, You Can't See Me before running to the ropes and coming back with the Five Knuckle Shuffle!


Mauro Ranallo: Five Knuckle Shuffle, you know what's coming next!

Corey Graves: The fact that he gets away with calling the name of the move that is mystifying.


Cena waits as Oron gets back to his feet, He ends up walking right into Cena who hoists him onto his shoulders once more! Randy reacts by clawing at his eyes and Cena ends up dropping him. Orton goes behind him and grabs the back of his head, giving him a Backbreaker over his own back! Cena writhes around in pain and Oroton smiles at this. He grabs Cena and brings him back up. He irish whips him to the ropes but Cena springboards off them to deliver the backpack Stunner! Orton goes down and Cena makes the cover!



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Orton kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Cena almost had him right there!

Corey Graves: Coulda shoulda woulda but he didn'ta!

Mauro Ranallo: Well maybe not right there but look at Cena!


Cena is waiting, hands on his knees as Randy slowly rises up to his feet. Third time's the charm as Cena hoists Randy up onto his shoulders, Randy doesn't fight it, looking limp and Cena flips him over for the FU except on the way down, Randy turns it into an RKO! Cena is laid out and Randy makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Randy Orton!




Randy sits up and smiles, gaining another win. He exits the ring and heads up the ramp while Cena gets checked on and the show moves on.







We see the familiar Piper Pit set and we than hear the music of the one and only Rowdy Roddy Piper. Piper makes his way out with a leather jacket on, his famous kilt and he walks onto the set of Piper’s Pit. He walks over and picks up a mic and he raises it to his lips.

Hot Rod: First of all, welcome everyone to a very special edition of Piper’s Pit. Tonight my very special guest is going to be Rikishi but there are a few things that I wanted to say before that fat tub of shit makes his way out here shaking that thing he calls an ass.

Piper looks like he is going to throw up in his mouth when he says that as the fans boo and he smirks at the boos.

Hot Rod: As you all saw at Wrestlemania I was robbed of the Money In The Bank Ladder Match thanks to that damn bimbo slutbag whore Billie Kay and her lesbian lover Sonya.

The fans cheer over what happened as it’s shown to the crowd. Piper is getting upset as he continues.

Hot Rod: You like that huh? You know what it don’t even matter because that bitch knew exactly what she was doing. I don’t know who paid that bitch off and I don’t care or give a shit. Billie and Sonya just consider yourself marked for death or marked for a beating by the one and only Hot Rod. You saw what happened to Kacy and I never laid a finger on her but you two cost me a chance at gold here in the UWF and you will pay sooner rather than later.

The fans start a Billie chant and Piper sits in one of the many seats in the Piper’s Pit. Piper raises the mic again.

Hot Rod: Without any further ado let me bring in the special guest and the man who I know you all want to see. Give it up for the fattest, ugliest son of a bitch in the UWF. Give it up for Rikishi.

Rikishi is nowhere to be found as the fans are booing Piper thinking he did something.

Hot Rod: What is your problem? I didn't do anything to Rikishi. I had no idea he wouldn't even show up here tonight. I had him planned so give it up again for Rikishi.

Piper lowers the mic waiting for Rikishi and he doesn't even show up. Piper raises the mic again.

Hot Rod: Well it looks like Rikishi is too scared to show up here tonight folks. I mean I wanted him as a guest on the greatest talk show in the UWF but he isn't here as you can see. I.....

Piper is interrupted as Roman Reigns makes his way onto the set. The crowd is mixed as he walks up and looks at Piper.



Hot Rod: Look at what the cat dragged in. Rikishi, the fat tub of shit isn't here so they send you out here. We all know the deal Roman and that is Rikishi is scared to death of Roddy Piper. He got lucky when he beat me a few weeks ago but now he isn't even man enough to show up and be a guest on my show. So tell me Roman why isn't Rikishi out here? It's because he's scared isn't it?

Roman looks at Piper and he gets handed the mic.

Roman Reigns: Hold your horses Piper first of all. Second of all Rikishi is a busy man and he has a match that he is getting himself ready for. Piper I had to come out here to tell you that I don't respect you running down a member of my family like that. I don't appreciate you doing that to me or any member of my family brother so back off.

Piper is laughing at what he is saying and Piper takes the mic and smacks Roman upside the head with it. Piper picks up Roman and he throws him into the side of the wall on the set. Piper is laying the boots into Roman and punches him in the face. We than hear the voice of Billie Kay as we see Piper back off as we see Sonya and Billie make their way onto the set.



"Whoa... Whoa.. Wh... oa, Hold the phone Piper"

Billie pushes the air down with every "whoa" before pausing between the "wh and oa"...

"Language... geeesh... Didn't the carers at the retirement home teach you better than that. I mean when the name was the last time Roddy Piper was relevant before my associates actions which shook the whole crowd at Wrestlemania. I mean the most exciting moment of someones day back in the 80's was when they received a fax, It's something so irrelevant today almost as irrelevant as Roddy Piper at least a fax machine has a use unlike the rusted, broken down old hot rod...  "

"Roman you come out barking orders I mean bark all the orders you want Roman because it looks like you couldn't handle the bill. Mr Rowdy Sonya here is going to do whatever she wants and take everything she wants you see Mr Hot Rod she cost you the match at mania because she wanted to make a statement by sending you flying off the ladder, That's how we roll we step over anyone in  our way. Sonya you see she likes to let her actions speak for her,  So Hot Rod let's see what  Sonya has to say..."

Piper goes to speak but  Sonya turns away as disrespect to the Hot Rod, Piper goes to speak as Billie shushes him with her finger over the mouth of Hot Rod who looks like he wants to snap it off...


"Later tonight..."

Sonya already having left showing little respect to the hot rod as Billie grits her teeth as she runs off before Piper breaks her finger...








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.




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!!"




VS


DING DING DING


The bell rings and Rikishi starts slapping his ass, getting the crowd to clap in rhythm with him. All this does is makes Gresham shake his head in the sad state of wrestling right now. The meet in the center to lock up but when they do, Gresham grabs a hold of Rikishi's arm and twists it behind him in a hammerlock. Rikishi reaches back but Jonathan is so much smaller than him that he can't really touch him or even throw a back elbow. Jonathan instead comes forward a bit and tries to lift him up for the back suplex but there's no way he's lifting Rikishi. Kishi just looks at him and shakes his head before flipping him over with a Hip Toss. Gresham pops back up and comes back towards Rikishi but the big man catches him with a Scoop Slam! He steps over Gresham, ass right above his head and goes to sit down on him but Gresham narrowly gets out of the way!


Mauro Ranallo: Gresham just barely got out of harm's way right there.

Corey Graves: He would have flattened him like a bug but Gresham's too good for that.


The #1 contender to the TV title gets back up and kicks the seated Rikishi in the side of the head. Rikishi retreats to the corner and gets back up only for Gresham to come running and knock is block off with a Yakuza Kick in the corner! Gresham backs up and Rikishi comes stumbling out of the corner in a daze. If that wasn't enough, Gresham follows up with a Rolling Elbow that knocks the big man down to a knee. The Octopus does what he does best and climbs over the big man, stretching his limbs out to place him in the Octopus Stretch! It's not long before he has Rikishi tapping out!



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Jonathan Gresham!




Gresham exits the ring, not even wanting to share it with someone like Rikishi. He heads to the back while Rikishi is checked on and the show moves on.










Paul Heyman: “Ladieeeeeeees & Gentleeeeeeeemen!! If you could please turn your bibles to Matthew 12:31 and read along:

‘And so I tell you, every kind of sin and slander can be forgiven, but blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven.’

“Just so you all are abundantly clear, blasphemy is the blatant disrespect or lack of reverence concerning the higher deities, an act that is still a religious crime in some countries around the world today. Taking the lord’s name in vain and throwing salt on the holy spirit is an UNFORGIVABLE sin. Co-opting the name or like image of Jesus or God himself is an UNFORGIVABLE sin. Then, there is this man:





“The self-proclaimed Demi-God who makes a mockery of everything that the Universe stands for week in, and week out. The man who has ripped open the skies of doom to his own downfall for committing unforgivable sins and corrupting innocent people around the world as well. From the emblems and catch phrases on his newly designed clothing that UWF sells for sick satanic purposes, to your entrance, and your mannerisms—you have become a person that must be stopped in his tracks immediately. Families and children don’t need to be subjected to such ridiculous behavior from a mentally incompetent and socially inept jackass who is driving straight to hell with gasoline drawers on!”

“The only thing that AJ Styles has been correct about, is that we are not the Religious Authority judging people and beating on sinners. We are the ones motivated by perfection and purpose. We are driven by the Universe’s divine and mysterious aura and ability to connect things that may not even make sense to the regular mind. While he may have seen great success on this run fueled by anti-christ like rhetoric, his luck has run out. The correction and punishment for your repeated behavior and actions are on the way AJ. Don’t blame me or Seth, you’re the one that sold your soul for gold and glory; you just didn’t know that the train ride was going to be this short.”


Paul closes the bible and smirks at the camera as the scene fades to black.





DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Prime Time Medal! 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...



Deftones' "Elite" hits the PA like a sledgehammer and from the back emerges the first UWF Prime Time Medal holder, a scowl worn plainly on his face and the medal hung around his neck like he won it at the Olympics. 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, he is the bearer of the Prime Time Medal, Drew GALLOWAY!

Galloway climbs down from the top turnbuckle as his name is announced and sheds his coat and the medal, passing them 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 kicks Abyss in the stomach and applies the double underhook to the arms but, “The Monster” pulls free and, when he stands up, goozles the, “Scottish Psychopath”. Galloway smacks his arm away, breaking the hold, as he goes for a Glasgow Kiss but Abyss pivots quickly and gets his arm up and Drew ends up colliding with the point of his opponent’s elbow. As he reels from this, Abyss, still turned, moves sideways into Drew and drives the side of his knee into the abdomen. As Galloway hunches over, Abyss raises his knee at the same time he drops an elbow so that Drew gets sandwiched between both, the knee hitting the bottom of the chin and the elbow hitting the top of the head, as Abyss lets a dizzied Drew slink to his knees.

With Galloway on his knees, “The Monster” goes for a Big Boot but Drew falls back to avoid it and then kips up as he delivers a Discus Forearm to the back of the head before grabbing Abyss by the hair with both hands and forcefully pulling and slamming him to the mat. Once Abyss is on the mat, Drew goes for a Falling Knee Drop but Abyss rolls out of the way and Drew hits nothing but mat. As Drew pops up from this, Abyss connects with the Big Boot this time as the man he’s trying to take the Prime Time Medal from goes down. Abyss reaches down and seizes Drew by the throat with both hands, hoisting him from the mat into the air in one quick motion as he pops him up and catches him on his shoulders and then connects with the Shock Treatment!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia what a feat of strength by, “The Monster”!

Corey Graves: It was impressive, sure, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to put Drew Galloway down!

Abyss leads Galloway to his feet and does an Irish Whip into the ropes. As Drew comes off the ropes, there’s some cheers as fans know what’s coming but instead, “The Monster” takes a Claymore to the mush. As Drew gets back to his feet, Abyss is dizzied and crawling on his hands and knees as Galloway drops a knee to the back of the neck before cradling Abyss’ head under his arm and leading him to a hunched vertical base. Drew releases the hold on the head and delivers a knee to the abdomen, causing Abyss to hunch further, as he then grabs the challenger around the waist and, in an impressive feat of strength of his own, hoists Abyss up and connects with the Gutwrench Border Toss into the ropes.

As Abyss staggers off the ropes, Galloway blasts him with another Claymore as, “The Monster” goes down. Drew starts stomping mercilessly on the body of his downed opponent now and then reaches down and sticks his four fingers down in the mask of his opponent and pulls, leading Abyss forcefully to his feet but as he does that, Abyss lands a punch to the ribs and then grabs the arm Drew’s reaching into his mask with and removes the fingers before doing an Irish Whip into the ropes. As Galloway comes off the ropes, Abyss catches him and connects with a Black Hole Slam. Upon impact, Abyss still has him hooked as he stands up and starts spinning around and around, ragdolling Drew as he does.

Tom Phillips: I’ve never seen a Black Hole Slam get this much wind-up.

Mauro Ranallo: I see the thought behind it but Abyss needs to remember that he’s dizzying himself as well.

Corey Graves: Either way, I don’t think this is the exclamation mark on things that Abyss is looking for.

True to Mauro’s warning, Abyss begins to get dizzy himself as Drew manages to slip free, staggering into the ropes like a drunk but coming off them with enough accuracy to connect with another Claymore. Galloway crawls into the cover before collapsing on Abyss.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the holder of the Prime Time Medal, Drew Galloway!

As Drew gets to his feet and has his arm raised, he’s suddenly knocked to the mat from a shot to the back. Abyss is now standing over him as he starts stomping on Drew when Father James Mitchell holds up Janice before tossing it to his, “Monster”. Abyss raises Janice high before bringing the weapon crashing down into the exposed back of Galloway as he rakes it through the flesh, bright red coming to the surface instantly. Abyss drops Janice as he grabs Drew by the shoulders and pulls him to his feet, hooking the arm and turning and planting him with a Black Hole Slam onto Janice. As Drew cries out in pain and rolls over, the wounds visible and blood covering his back, Abyss grabs Janice and leaves the ring as he and Father James Mitchell head up the ramp and Revolution continues elsewhere.








We enter the Funhouse with the camera panning in to an empty room, the camera begins to move from side to side as if it were a head turning all around the room looking for something. Suddenly the camera turns right into Wyatt holding the UWF Champion.



Bray Wyatt: Woop, There you are! Hahahaha Welcome everyone to The FIRE-FLY-FUN-HOOOOOOUSE *Yaaaaay* Oooooh it's so great to have ya'll here once again, especially after all the fun we had on the Gran-Pappy of em all. AJ Styles was ALLL the fun I thought he would be, So much fun in fact that even....H̴e̵....Decided to come out and play with him for a little bit. I loved playing demi-gods and demi-demons with AJ and Wrestlemania as a whole was FANTASTIC haha...oooh and the after party, woo, Huskus brought a piñata and Ate it all, Mercy brought Ramblin' Rabbit and ate it all, and I brought my Favoritest toy in the whoooole wide world!

Bray lifts up his UWF Championship and pumps his fist with he title, waving it around in celebration.

Wooooh but I'm not done eating it all up, nosiree. This big ole Milkshake that I'm drinkin all up is bringing all the boys to my yard and it's SOOO much fun playing with each and every one of em. Buuuuut with so many kids up and goin missing when they come to Ole Wyatts yard for their ball back, I think the neighborhood is startin to spread some Nasty rumors about my Funhouse. It's almost starting to feel like, I shudder to think, people are Scared of me and aren't wiling to come and play with me.

Bray wipes a fake tear and it makes a cartoon splash sound when he flicks it away as the 'audience' aww in sadness.

*Awwww* Yeah I know, maybe I'm just overthinking things but it would break my heart to think people weren't willing to come over and play with me and all my friends here in the Funhouse. I mean before people did, then they kinda stopped, the Royal Rumbled gave me a guaranteed new friend but now...Well I'm starting to feel that itch to make a New new one. And with people hunting other titles, medals, and contenderships for other titles, I just feel a little left out. But, no need to fret...I'm sure everyones just a little shy and remember my fireflies...it takes Two to make a thing go right, it takes two to make it OUTTA SIGHT. AhhahaHhAha, so instead of waiting for someone to come to me...or waiting for another Royal Rumble to make someone come over and play... I'm gonna make the first move and choose who I get to play with next myself! I mean there are so many options!

The camera pans out showing a table in front of Wyatt, with a bunch of frames with their backs to the camera set up, Bray looks across them and points at the first.

Drew and I had a whole lotta fun, I know he's got that shiny new medal but...maybe I can try it on for a bit hee heee.... Oh oh The MONSTER Abyss. Him and I, I think we could make some WONDERFUL Music together, especially after I saw how much fun he is in that Monsters ball match. What a ball those two had huh? CM Punk has a LOT of friends in my funhouse already, and I mean if AJ was aiming for two titles maybe I should look into being Bray Dos Belts haha... Aaaand look at that, Warhorse, even his picture is in capital letters! I remember he snuck one on me thanks to Cedric Alexander heh, maybe it's time we caught up together...Huh...Sami Zayn, don't know why but that guy seems familiar to me, like we were the BESTEST of friends in a past life. Heh Heh..There's soooooo many options I feel like a kid in the Candy Store. The entire roster would be a sweet delectable treat, but who should be the one I have fun with first. It's after Wrestlemania gosh darn it, we need to make keep the heat going but sadly I'm not that good at making decisions. That's why I brought ALLL my friends in the Funhouse in the first place haha, uuuuh wait I know how to decide.

Wyatt swings the UWF Championship over his shoulder and smiles as flicks his hand around playfully while pointing at the frames in front of him.

Eenie

Meenie

Mi̸n̵ey

Moe

Brays finger dances around in twirls as it goes from one frame to the other, his voice getting deeper with each word.

Catch

A T̵i̶g̶er

By his toe

Wyatts giant smile slowly fades away as he turns serious with every passing choice, his demeanor changing by the micr0second but continuing the game fully.

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Wyatts voice changes for a moment, almost boomin out as music in the funhouse begins to swell. The side of his mouth twitches and he almost seems ready to burst out in a fit of lunacy, but he suddenly regains his composure and continues.

My mother

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Wyatt reaches down and picks up one of the frames, looking longingly at it.

Oh, this is gonna be fun...

Wyatt slowly lifts his head up back to the camera not showing who is on the picture before the screen glitches out and static takes over the feed. The lights turning dark and the image of Wyatt replace with one of The Fiend.

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My Time to Fly by Mikey Ruckus blares over the P. A. System causing a ubiquitous energetic wave to resound from the fans as Matt Sydal makes his way out to the stage .
Matt clasps his hands together in a pray taunt , tucking his head down too

Ring announcer :
From Saint Louis Missouri , residing in Clearwater , Tampa Florida
weighing 165 lbs . .
Matt Sydal !

Matt Sydal raises his arms up with twin peace sign finger gesture while screaming emphatically .

He points to his forehead as he makes his way down the aisle .

As he reaches the end of the ramp he executed his signature nifty slide under the bottom ring apron rope . He points to his third eye on the forehead again as he nods.

Roman Reigns stands in the corner nursing his ribs....

VS


DING! DING! DING!

Corey Graves: "Roman isn't going into this match at 100% don't know if he could overcome Sydal.."

Roman circles the ring holding his ribs, They meet up in the middle for a test of strength, Roman begins strongly before he begins to buckle Sydal fights him back to he falls to one knee, Sydal steps back before sending a knee up into the chin of Reigns. In a swift motion Sydal lifts Roman onto his neck before spinning him around as he brings the neck down on his shoulder, The impact takes the breath away from the audience who just witnessed this strength from Sydal...


Sydal looks down at Roman before running to the ropes in one motion flipping over the ropes and pulling himself over them spring boarding he viciously rotates before crashing down into Roman who looks like his soul leaves his body from the impact. Sydal looks pumped as Roman sits up coughing and splattering blood into his hands. Sydal slicks back his hair as Roman falls on his strength in the perfect position...

Tom Phillips: "This match might already be over"

Sydal climbs up the turnbuckle before looking down at his opponent, Sydal with no hesitation leaps from the turnbuckle flawlessly rotating mid air and connecting right on the injured ribs of Roman, Sydal doesn't even bother hooking the legs of Roman knowing he won't kick out, One arm over the face of Roman as the referee gets to the ground to count...

One


Two


Three!

DING! DING! DING!



Sydal raises his hand in victory before being viciously dragged back from someone out of frame, Sonya Deville has a sleeper hold cinched in as she pulls back on the hold Sydal begins to fade, Sonya looks directly into the camera sending a message to the entire locker room as Sydal passes out in her hold...





We cut to a prerecorded segment with Sami Zayn in what looks to be a hospital bed.



Sami Zayn: Oh hey guys, I bet you're all pretty happy right now huh? Real happy. But little do you know that all that happened at Wrestlemania was prove I was right. Seth Rollins couldn't outwrestle me. I had him during every second of that match. The only way he could possible beat me in by injuring me and that's exactly what he did. One curb stomp wasn't enough. He had to go right for another one and give me a concussion so bad that the doctors say they've never seen something like this before. But make no mistake, I'm coming back. I may not be cleared to wrestle right now but who knows when your favorite commentator comes back. And I'll be watching you Seth. You've got your eyes set on The Fiend and the UWF Championship but as long as I breathe, you're not getting anywhere near gold. Especially not near the Forever Championship. Until next time, I'll see you folks later.






The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the menacing riff and cough. The distortion wails in, and the spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with a menacing head bangs. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans, throw 'em up brother. 



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

The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts marching down to the ramp with all of the intensity in his feet in the world. Revvin' those suckers up for an ass ruling of massive proportions. He slides up onto the apron and stands, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as we hit the chorus:

RAINING BLOOD,
FROM A LACERATED SKY,
BLEEDING IT'S HORROR,
CREATING MY STRUCTURE,
NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.

The Warhorse headbangs like crazy as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. He twirls from the rapid headbanging over towards the corner and as the song finishes the Warhorse stands strong waits for this one to get underway, and rule some goddamn ass, baby.




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.

VS


DING DING DING


WARHORSE comes right out of the gates, charging at Mysterio, giving him a clothesline in the corner! He runs to the opposite corner and runs back with a second clothesline. He takes off for the third time but when he comes back, Mysterio gets the leg up! WARHORSE however anticipated this and catches his leg. He shakes his head and pulls Mysterio up and out of the corner, lunging back to that Rey lands across his knee with a Backbreaker! The Television Champion rolls out of the ring to try and get some separation but the WARHORSE follows him out and grabs him from behind. He;s going to throw him into the steel ring post but Rey reverses and sends him into it instead! That thick metal filled head of WARHORSE's makes a loud thud as it bounces off the cold hard steel.


Mauro Ranallo: Did you hear that sound?

Corey Graves: That's because warhorse has a thick skull. He may think the TV is beneath him but literally every title has alluded him so I'd say everything is above him.

Tom Phillips: NOTHING'S ABOVE WARHORSE BROTHER AND IF YOU SAY ANOTHER BAD WORD ABOUT HIM I MAY HAVE TO OPEN UP A CAN OF WHOOP-ASS.

Corey Graves: Touch me and I'll do the same thing Mysterio just did.

Tom Phillips: Sorry I get carried away sometimes.


Rey picks up WARHORSE and tosses him back into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and patiently waits as the Metal Head slowly gets up to his feet. When he turns around, Rey springboards onto the ropes, looking for either the West Coast Pop or something, who knows because WARHORSE stuffs the shit out of it with a Spear in mid air! Unable to act upon the change in momentum as Rey as rolled away to the ropes, WARHORSE opts to shake the cobwebs and get back to his feet. Mysterio is sitting with his back against the corner. WARHORSE comes over and gives him a few stomps to the chest, trying to pound the little man into dust. The ref gets on him for this s he grabs Rey by his mask and pulls him back up. He goes behind him and delivers a German Suplex into the corner! Rey's body goes limp and WARHORSE drags him away from the ropes and makes the pin.



1 . . .



2 . . .



Mysterio kicks out! WARHORSE stands back up and exits out to the apron, climbing up to the top rope and waits for Mysterio to get to his feet.


Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE is a man on a mission tonight.

Corey Graves: He may have got the match he wanted but CM Punk made him look like a chump earlier tonight with that smart shot.

Tom Phillips: SMART SHOT FROM PUNK!? MORE LIKE A CHEAP SHOT FROM A PUNK BITCH!

Mauro Ranallo: Regardless, it looks like because of that, WARHORSE is out to send a message to the Television Champion.


Rey is getting up and WARHORSE leaps off looking for the ASS RULER! Rey however rolls backwards up to his feet and WARHORSE lands with both feet hitting the mat. Rey runs at him and spins backwards, wheelbarrowing up into a Bulldog! Mysterio stands up right away and does a front flip leg drop across his throat. He quickly makes the cover.



1 . . .



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WARHORSE kicks out! Rey backs up and stands by as WARHORSE sits up. Rey runs at him and goes for a Shining Wizard but WARHORSE leans back to avid it and rushes back to his feet. Both men meet but WARHORSE gets the advantage with a kick to the gut. He picks up Rey in a Powerbomb position but Rey manages to flip over him and take his back, flipping him over with a Sunset Bomb! WARHORSE's shoulders are pinned to the mat and the ref drops down to make the pin.



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WARHORSE kicks out! Rey rolls back up to his feet and WARHORSE sits back up. Rey measures him before going for a swift kick to the side of the head. WARHORSE ducks it and Mysterio fully turns his back from the momentum of the kick, letting WARHORSE grabs him from behind with a school boy except instead of actually using it for a pin, he uses it to roll Rey back up and give himself time to stand. With both men facing each other, Rey runs at WARHORSE going for another wheelbarrow except WARHORSE uses his size and power advantage to hold Rey up in the air, walking with him over to the ropes and dumping him out onto the apron. Rey collapses on the outside but rushes to get back up. WARHORSE runs to the other side of the ring and comes back with a Suicide Dive! He takes out Mysterio and throws up the devil horns before he starts headbanging.


Tom Phillips: OH HELL YEAH BROTHERS, COME JOIN THE MOSH!

Corey Graves: This idiots busy headbanging when he should worry about finishing this match.

Mauro Ranallo: Oh come on Corey, I'll join in!

Tom Phillips: FEEL THE POWER OF METAL FLOW THROUGH YOUR VEINS MAURO!

Corey Graves: I'm surrounded by idiots!


WARHORSE breaks up the performance and picks up Rey tossing him back into the ring. He heads up to the top rope and gets ready for the ASS RULER but Rey can sense this, instead crawling away to the opposite corner. WARHORSE sighs before jumping off and walking over to Rey who surprises him with a drop toe hold! WARHORSE's face collides with the middle turnbuckle. Rey then rolls him up from behind with a School Boy, placing his feet on the ropes out of view from the ref!



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



Rey rolls out of the ring right away and grabs his title while WARHORSE argues with the ref, telling him he had his feet on the ropes.


Tom Phillips: REF ARE YOU BLIND!

Corey Graves: Haha looks like Punk was right about him.

Mauro Ranallo: Another cheap loss for WARHORSE but all this is going to do is fire him up even further.


WARHORSE can't believe his luck while Rey happily walks up the ramp, having stole a win right out from under WARHORSE as the show moves on.
















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



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



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



Chimel: Introducing first.. from Buffalo, Iowa... weighing in at 220 pounds... SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!

Rollins stands in the corner, awaiting the arrival of his opponent while the Advocate offers some last-minute advice from the apron.

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, 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.



Chimel: And his opponent... from Gainesville, Georgia... weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... He is 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. Chimel heads out and after making sure both competitors are ready to go, the Official calls for the bell!


VS

DING DING


The two legendary UWF superstars circle the ring, jaw-jacking back and forth while the fans settle in for the post-Mania Revolution's marquee match-up. Rollins says something to Styles - some challenge that irks him enough to draw a challenging nod from the Demi-God. With the gesture returned, the competitors step forward to engage in a classic collar-and-elbow.

A momentary power struggle ensues, with AJ hastily dropping down to one knee looking for some leverage against Crossfist Jesus. Seth shuts that down by stepping around his opponent, grabbing the waist and pulling him back to a standing position. Before he can really lock a tight grip in, the Rumble winner escapes and pivots to find a waist lock of his own. Now its the Architect who goes low, dropping down with the hope of wriggling loose. Styles takes a single knee behind him to match the movement and stymie the advantages of repositioning. In all that kerfuffle, Rollins finds rom to explode up and around to get behind his foe again. When Seth looks to grab him from behind, Styles drops to his tummy and rolls away, quickly pouncing to his feet with his fists clenched. Seth pops up as well, moving back a pace to get his bearing, leaving a few feet of air and opportunity betwixt while the crowd applauds the break-neck grappling sesh to kick things off.


Ranallo: Say what you will about either man's personality, these are two of the best wrestlers in the world today.

Phillips: After a showcase like that, you have to wonder if there isn't some respect between them.

Graves; An appreciation for the talent, maybe, but more than that, I'm telling you right now that these guys see each other as competition - obstacles to overcome en route to the next championship match.

Ranallo: Suffice it to say that a win for either man tonight sets them up as a credible contender.


At ringside, Paul Heyman encourages Rollins while Styles mocks him. It's all just water off a duck's back as far as Seth is concerned. He's done with the chit-chat. The Iowan comes forward, hands up. AJ meets him mid-ring, once again engaging in some collar-and-elbow action. Utilizing them Crossfit muscles, Rollins soon gets the better of the recent IC Champ to wheel him around. Expecting another waist lock attempt, Styles' guard is in all the wrong places when Seth switches things up and instead applies a Full Nelson.

Rollins applies significant pressure into the back of his opponent's neck, wagging him around as much as he can to disorient and contort to make the hold that much worse. Styles grimaces, but this ain't his first rodeo. He reaches back to attack the interlocked fingers, only for Seth to let go and transition into a standing armbar. Seth yanks it at an obscene angle. AJ ducks low and spins around to ease off the torque. In doing so, he gives Rollins an opening to move around and set up a Hammerlock.

With some serious ill will, Rollins pulls up on the wrist to damage the shoulder as much as possible. Styles responds by throwing the first strike of the contest, launching a desperate elbow back into the other man's midsection to wind him. Seth lets go, Styles grabs his arm and slaps on a Hammerlock of his own, asking Seth to taste some of his own medicine. AJ keeps one arm low to protect against a retaliatory elbow. This limits the Architect's options, but on Paul E's screamed suggestion, he simply backs up until he pushes Styles back-first into a turnbuckle.


Ranallo: Heyman's presence here at ringside paying dividends already.

Phillips: It's a surprising combination, seeing these two together. The success is undeniable, tough.


Now that AJ is touching the ropes, the Referee starts a five count, insisting on a clean break. Styles waits until four to let go, putting his hands up innocently. Rollins capitalizes on the opening and fires back, finally giving a receipt for the elbow moments earlier. The Phenomenal One gasps out a lungful of air. Seth then turns, steps up on the middle rope and clips his opponent across the face with an Ensiguri!

The fans pop big for the good ol' boot to the head. Rollins crashes down to the mat but then sommersaults back, creating some distance. When he pops back up, Styles rushes him like a raging bull. As he's still dazed from the shot, he can't help but run straight into a telegraphed arm drag from the former AOTF stalwart. AJ slams into the canvas and Seth keeps holding on to that arm, working another submission attempt as he kneels over the Demi-God and cranks the limb every which way but the way it should be going.


Phillips: Rollins is looking crisp tonight!

Graves: Not to take anything away from him, Sami Zayn or their match at Wrestlemania, but lets not forget that AJ Styles is coming off of a much more brutal encounter with his main event World Championship match against Bray Wyatt. The psychological toll from squaring off with The Fiend would be enough to scare most guys out of the business. Look at what he did to the last challenger! We haven't seen or heard from Shibata since!

Ranallo: That's a good point, Corey. AJ Styles might not be in the best physical or mental condition to contend with Seth Rollins and this hot streak he's riding.


Seth pushes the shoulder down into the mat, then stepping over to force the other to do the same. He uses the armbar to set up an impromptu cover. The Referee sliders in to count it...



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But AJ shrugs a shoulder up at one! Rollins moves back into the straight-up submission hold, but AJ gets his feet under him and is able to stand up. Seth does his best to keep him down with more pressure on that arm bar, but Styles works through it.

With both now standing, AJ goes for another elbow to the stomach. Seth avoids it, but looses some of his hold on the arm in the process. Looking to transition, he tries to whip Styles towards the ropes. The Georgian plants his feet and shifts enough weight to counter, so it's Rollins who ends up making the run across the canvas. On the way back he finds two boots waiting for his chin. A masterful dropkick lands flush. Styles knocks Rollins off his feet and then pops right back up, throwing his arms out at his sides to pose to a chorus of boos. Styles' defiant expression insists that he hasn't lost a step.


Graves: Maybe we spoke too soon.

Ranallo: What a spectacular dropkick!


Rollins rolls out of the ring to buy some time in recovering. Once AJ has finished showboating, he scopes out Seth standing at the apron next to Heyman, who is offering some more advice. Styles chuckles to himself then sprints in the opposite direction, hitting the far ropes to build up some speed before coming back to throw himself over the top rope at them! The Advocated sees him coming and yells at Seth to move out of harm's way. Rollins dives to the side to avoid getting splatted, but its all for naught.

Styles lands gracefully on the apron. He just catapulted himself over the rope and stuck the landing, pointing and laughing at Rollins who just got punked. The Phenomenal One then steps back through the ropes and beckons the Seth to come join him. The Official backs off the obnoxious AJ to create some space for his opponent to enter safely. Seth glares up at him before coming in under the bottom rope.


Phillips: We're seeing some mind games from Styles now.

Ranallo: Rollins need to do his best to avoid getting flustered. Heyman needs to keep is guy calm and collected if they want to get the better of someone as savvy as AJ Styles.


AJ gets right back to trash-talking while Rollins marches right up to him. The Architect forgoes the traditional approach and just two-hand shoves him in the chest. Styles responds with a knife-edged chop, blistering those tanned pecs with his gloved hand. Seth grits his teeth but takes it, firing back with a chop of his own. The sound of his palm connecting with AJ's chest echoes around the arena like thunder.

Styles just shakes his head "no", doing what he can to insist to Seth, the audience, and perhaps most of all, himself, that that didn't hurt so much. Rollins dares him to take his best shot and AJ obliges, retaliating with a wind-up chop that would just crumble a lesser man. Rollins ain't that, though. Even as a fist-sized bruise forces over his heart in sickly shades of purple and black, Seth brings himself back to the table for seconds. He's calling AJ's manhood into question now, asking if that's the really best he's got. Styles furiously swings another chop, dead set of felling the tree this time. The impact sends Rollins back a few steps while a dozen blood vessels pop open. The fans grimace and groan but Rollins? He's still in this thing.

Looking to put him down for good now, AJ loads up with the chop to end all chops. Before he can connect, though, Seth straight up decks him with a forearm shiver in the jaw. Styles turns like a sprinkler head, but after a 180, jumps and flips back to connect with a Pele Kick! Rollins goes down and AJ rolls over to try for a cover...



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Rollins powers out at two! AJ sits up, unimpressed by the Ref's allegedly slow count.

With a handful of hair, Styles drags Rollins back to his feet. A rattled Seth throws an errant haymaker that misses by a mile when Styles ducks under it. Now that Seth is off-balance, AJ has little issues in scooping him up into a Fireman's Carry position. From there, it's an Ushigoroshi! The Architect is flipped over and driven neck-first into Styles' knee.


Phillips: Ouch! What a maneuver!

Ranallo: That might be enough to turn out Seth's lights for a three count!


Styles climbs over and hooks a leg for his second pin attempt of the match...



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No! Rollins blasts out at one!

Furious by the insult of having such a rad move get a measly one count, an irate AJ yanks Rollins back up to his feet and promptly lawn-darts him head-first into the nearby turnbuckle! Seth's skull slams into the unmoving post. His eyes rolls back as he slumps lifelessly in heap at the base of the buckle. The Referee admonishes Styles for the attack but The Demi-God doesn't have time for the third man's tired criticisms. He just waltzes on over to Seth and puts the boots to him, stomping a mudhole in the would-be world title contender.


Graves: AJ Styles is now firmly in the driver's seat. He's putting a beating on Rollins that he won't soon forget. Some fans want to write him off as the man who lost in the main event of Wrestlemania but let this serve as a reminder - this is also the man who won the Intercontinental Championship and the Royal Rumble in the same night. They broke the mold with AJ.

Phillips: He also took what was turning out to be an excellent wrestling content and turned into a down and dirty fight. Classic AJ Styles, taking the low road!

Ranallo: The low road and the high road both lead to the same place, I'm sorry to say.


The Ref screams a five count in AJ's ear and once again, he takes four of it before stepping away. As Rollins is down and out, AJ finds the time to take a little walk around the ring, catching his breath and scowling at the fans who continue to shower him with jeers. Looking to stick it to them, AJ steps through the ropes and perches himself on the apron, right by Paul Heyman. He want's The Advocate to get a good view of this, too.

Rollins is having a hard time finding his feet. His eyes are glazed over, he's stumbling as he attempts to get vertical. Styles eyes him up like a hawk, his hands gripping the top rope as he waits for the opportune moment to launch himself into the sky.


Ranallo: AJ Styles is looking for that Phenomenal Forearm!

Graves: There are a dozen different ways Styles could end any given match, but this one might just be my favourite!

Phillips: Rollins is still messed up from hitting his head on the ring post! He doesn't even know what's going on!


Despite Heyman's pleas, Rollins stumbles helplessly into harms way. AJ smirks, vaults himself on to the top rope and springs off, head-hunting with that flying shiver.

But oh snap! Rollins meets him mid-air with a dropkick! It's unbelievable! Seth picks Styles right out of the sky with a perfectly-timed counter. Whether he was playing opossum or just had some survival instinct kick in is unclear, but son, it sure worked!

Styles goes down hard, clutching his ribs and coughing up a mouthful of blood. He rolls over, taking a knee as he gasps for air. Rollins, meanwhile, scurries to his feet, hits the ropes and comes back to hit a STOMP on the unsuspecting Styles!


Ranallo: MAMA MIA! STOMP! STOMP FROM ROLLINS OUTTA NOWHERE!

Graves: What the -


AJ is sent face-first into the canvas. Like a frenzied animal, Rollins drops down, rolls him over and hooks both lets to make the deep cover...



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DING DING!




YOUR WINNER...
SETH ROLLINS!


Rollins stands tall to have his hand raised, at which point the adrenaline dumps. The head pain comes back. His heaving lungs sting the scorched chest skin. He drops and rolls out of the ring, meeting Heyman on the stage side to slowly pull himself up the ramp, smiling from ear to ear despite the serious hurt.


Ranallo: What started as a clinical, evenly-matched grappling contest soon turned towards Styles' favour with some unsavory tactics. But Seth Rollins was able to adapt and survive, pulling off a stunning comeback out of the blue to put away the last number one contender for the UWF Championship.

Graves: Well it's like I said - AJ is still recuperating from his match against Wyatt.

Phillips: Yeah but you can't take this one away from Seth, Corey. This could be his biggest win since returning! A very impressive show of grit and determination from the Architect in weathering some brutal offense and coming out on top with the win.


Seth and Paul head to the back, the former's music blaring through the PA, accompanied by the cheers of the UWF Universe. AJ, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, holding his head where the Stomp hit. He takes a moment to collect himself before grabbing a mic from the Timekeeper's area and climbing back into the ring.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Go ahead and cheer, cheer your stupid freakin’ lungs out for Seth Rollins! Cheer him like you cheered at Wrestlemania when The Fiend, who wasn’t even supposed to be in the match, choked me out and kept me from winning the UWF Championship! Cheer like you cheered when I was distracted by Bray Wyatt and lost the Intercontinental Championship to CM Punk! Cheer another AJ Styles failure to follow through on what I said I was going to do! I’m sick and tired of your peoples’ crap! I’m sick and tired of EC3 turning a blind eye to me getting the screws put to me like I’m a block of wood and just the way he treats me in general because if I’m not getting screwed over I’m being given a bottom of the barrel opponent or getting left off the show entirely! But mostly, I’m sick and tired of being underestimated and treated like the ascension to, “Demi God” is a farce!

These setbacks mean absolutely nothing except there’s going to be hell to pay! It doesn’t mean my divine power is limited or inadequate, it doesn’t mean I can’t get the job done anymore, and it doesn’t mean I’m taking my ball and going home! You think the pain I’m in right now is going to make me slow things down or take it easy going forward? You think the blood coming out of my mouth right now is a sign of weakness? Well all ye of little faith, there’s no slowing down that’s going to happen and there’s certainly no damn weakness. I’m going to steer things right for myself and it starts with the next poor soul I get my hands on!

And another thing...



Before the phenomenal one can even utter a word, he is interrupted by a very familiar sound which has not been heard for quite some time and garners a huge pop from the crowd. The drumbeat continues to echo around the arena and the UWF Universe are on there feat and in complete disbelief, as is AJ Styles who is left speechless in the ring looking on up the towards the entrance ramp. A moment passes with the Tron still playing and the camera pans around showing the fans in attendance are on their feet and the chanting begins, Gold-berg.. Gold-berg.. Gold-berg..

Mauro Ranallo: WHAT?!?!

The Man bursts through the curtain and appears on the stage as the pyros start to fire up, Goldberg steps straight into them the sparks begin bouncing off his skin, he does not flinch and stand motionless until they burn out, snarling he blows out the smoke he has just inhaled and punches and kicks forward as more fireworks explode at each side of the stage. The crowd are going crazy and talking his time the former King of the Ring winner marches to each side of the stage taking in the atmosphere, which is electric.



Mauro Ranallo: That’s Goldberg!

Tom Phillips: I don’t believe it, Goldberg is here. This arena has come unglued. The former UWF World Heavyweight Champion is here!!

Corey Graves: This is the last thing that AJ Styles or any of us for that matter was expecting tonight.

The camera briefly pans to Styles who is shaking his head in confusion and staring up at Goldberg who has just began to march down the ramp with a look of intensity in his eyes, stopping halfway to momentarily soak in the atmosphere. Goldberg slowly and methodically circles the entire ring; he keeps his gaze fixed firmly on AJ as he does. The Gold-berg chants have transitioned into a ‘Holy Shit’ chant as ‘The Man’ slowly ascends the steels steps and enters the ring. AJ is looking a little cautious and he can be heard mouthing, What the hell are you doing here? As he slowly begins to walk across the ring but as soon as ‘The Man’ has entered the squared circle he suddenly bursts forward and connects with a devastating spear with spins ‘The Phenomenal One’ completely inside out.

Maro Ranallo: MAMA MIA!! GOLDBERG JUST SPEARED STYLES!!

Goldberg has a huge smile on his face as he looks down as Styles who is completely riving in pain off the spear. The Phenomenal One is laid out and Goldberg reaches down and pics up the microphone which had been dropped in the altercation by the Royal Rumble winner. Goldberg still with a smile on his face from his handy work, lift the microphone up to his mouth.



Goldberg: So Styles, you wanna know what I'm doing here, huh?

Goldberg pushes Styles with his foot moving him from his stomach to he is on his back face up. The Man stares down at AJ and looks him dead in the eyes.

Goldberg: I’ll tell ya. I’m here for you AJ… YOU’RE NEXT!!!

There is a massive pop at that statement as Goldberg drops the mic down on the chest of AJ Styles with a look of disgust. The Man walks over to the corner and his climbs to the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in celebration of what he has just done.

Tom Phillips: The landscape of the UWF has just been drastically changed with one emphatic and devastating spear from Goldberg.

Mauro Ranallo: Bill Goldberg is back, The Man has returned to the UWF and he says that AJ Syles is next!



END OF SHOW



Credits

Roman vs Sydal - Jye
Ziggler vs Conway - Crann
Abyss vs Galloway - Dresden
Styles vs Rollins - Fauche
Gresham vs Rikishi, Orton vs Cena, WARHORSE vs Mysterio - Danny

[Dres]

Strong post-Mania show, things are on an exciting uptick following the big event with Sam coming back and this Goldberg debuting and things of that nature. I’m definitely excited about things around here despite my current losing streak. Itching to see what’s in store for the next show.

[George]

Oh SHIT boy, here we are again. Revolution show swinging around like a chocolate dipped boomerang.

We did this little promo for the cage match thing, I honestly thought it was going to be next week from what I heard but clearly not! “NEXT BEATING” is clearly what he was going to say, not next week, what do you mean Leroy Jethro Gibbs? Also in this narrative I guess I’m kinda a chump, shit is deep, if I fuck this match up I’m completely fuckidied for like everything I guess, shoulda kept Fauche at that odd number round count.

I don’t know what we’ll direct Orton at scene wise, maybe TV, but could absolutely be seen in IC or World. I mean man drops bombs so quickly you’d think he’s the US military!

I like the use of the little collab promo here even though it hasn’t really got a set goal or anything, more of that. I hate when people get stuck in what works and stuff, it really grinds my gears and makes me care less. Also ew, Jye.

That showing of Goldberg near the end was dope, was amazing to see that someone is going to run that character. I’m looking to see not only who it is, but what they’re stuff entails and their angle for bringing them back.

[Fauche]

QUICK NOTES FROM THE PHONE:

Match of the night: Mysterio vs WARHORSE
Promo of the Night Bray but also I’m a big fan of the Billie / Piper stuff
Andy of the Night: f85. Disproportionately stoked to see Goldberg rolling thru. What a blessed day.

Also notable that maybe the Ziggler curse hath returned. Such a shame. Such a shame. Crann maybe you should drop Drew and go save him and keep your scary ass Galloway away from my goal of a 365 day title run.

More people should write matches!

[Chase]

Thank you Danny for writing my match.

Looking forward to my feud with Gresham.

A hot start to the show opening promo was really good between Punk and WARHORSE. I look forward to that penultimate cage match.

I look forward to seeing who BRey chooses as his next opponent I saw the card for next week but as much as Abyss has impressed me don't think he is ready for the world title.

The ending segment was really good. Glad that the Revolution after Mania was entertaining and awesome unlike the WWE's after shows. Thank you writers and roll on UWF.

[andyf85]

Good opening segment. Fauche plays an on point CM Punk I found myself reading the thing in Brooks voice, and it did not sound out of place at all. The teaming with Joe is an interesting one which again just fits with the persona which Fauche is going with his Punk.

I have no clue who Warhorse is irl, so I have no reference besides what George brings to the table. I'm going to keep my eyes on this rivalry, I love the stipulation which goes with the cage match. It backs Warhorse into the proverbial corner which gives some great material for the TTers to work with in the thread.

Good intense pre-match promo by Crann.

First match of the night and it is a squash going in the favour of the Con-Man a shame that there was a no-show in the return thread for Sam but shit happens sometimes. For any guys who are unfamiliar with Sam, watch this space because the guy is legit. One of the very best at taking an obscure character and making them into more than their irl counterpart could ever dream off. Conway will be wearing gold of some description if Sam sticks around in the not to distant future.

A Chase Mysterio promo is next, and I have become quite a mark of this character due to the fact that he was the top guy on Thunder for the majority of my run as HW there way back when. The fact that Chase is still going with Rey is a testament to the guy, the fact he is holding gold is also no surprise. This elevates the prestige of the title tenfold and who ever is the one who dethrones him will get an added boost to boot. One question though where the hell is Sin Cara these days?

A well written match up follows with both Orton and Cena getting some good back and forth offence, the right guy goes over from a want for a better word interesting TT thread.

The Pipers Pit segment was an interesting read. I'm not sure if Rikishi was supposed to be part of it and the TTer did not submit their material or if this was the plan all along. I think the standout from the three came from Billie Kay but all three (four if you include Rikishi) has something to sink their teeth into coming out of this segment which is what it's all about.

Next up Gresham makes very quick work of Rikishi, so I'm assuming there was a no show is the thread, I am guilty of not reading it. Some good momentum though for Gresham another guy who I am not too familiar with heading into a programme with Mysterio which is going to be a great opportunity to propel yourself. I am interested to see how that feud develops going forward.

I really enjoyed the Heyman promo, it was very clever to quote the bible in reference to Styles Demi-God persona and that is something I can deffo see Paul doing and being ever so smug about it too. Very creative and fitting, props on that.

A great match to follow between Abyss & Galloway. Abyss is made to look like a true monster in this match by Dresden as it takes 3 Claymores in total to put him away, I enjoyed the end of the match that was a good spot both guys came out of this match up looking very impressive. Credit to the writer on that.

A fantastic promo follows by Rey, and I am totally a huge fan of his Wyatt since I rediscovered the site. Back in the day Rey was out of this world with Sandow & Cody, but you know based on just what I have seen over a couple of weeks this character is right up there with his best work. It is no surprise at all that he is the top champion on the show right now, and I think it is going to take something special to dethrone the guy. Again based on just what I have seen over the past couple of weeks Wyatt vs Punk is money, but I'm sure that is not who is in the picture frame as the latter is already in a programme with Warhorse and there is one guy who is just primed and ready for that next opportunity at the top strap, so I have my suspicion on who it is.

Another apparent squash match follows in which Sydal gains the 'W' again apologies I did not follow the thread, but it appears a no show by Reigns. I want to give some credit here to the writer Jye. He wrote Reigns with an injury which is fantastic continuity from his beat down earlier on Pipers Pit and that small detail is something which can be easily lost in an e-fed when different staff take care of different sections of the show so great work on that. And speaking on Pipers Pit as promised Sonya Deville made her statement loud a clear post match. Some great material for Sydal to work with coming out of this show.

Short, sweet and to the point promo by Bumout's Zayn. I wrote that Mania match which looks to have put the Forever Champ on the shelf, I did not realize that at the time so am pleased I went with two curb stops to end the match as that sells the concussion nicely. Sounds like Zayn is not through with Rollins though and whenever that return does come watch you back Seth.

Another good match follows written by Bumout. Mysterio gets the victory in a cheap manner and that brought a smile to my face because I'm sure every Mysterio match I ever wrote in which he won he did so in some screwy way like this, so it is true to the character after all of these years. Defeat does not hurt Warhorse all that much in the manner it went down, and it also sells the underdog story a bit, so some great stuff to work with coming out of this show for George with this match and the opening segment.

What follows is an MCU trailer so looks like we were one promo short for the flow of the show. Let me give you guys a bit of advice, for what it is worth. If you want to succeed, and you want your character to step it up on the show then submitting promos is very important in achieving that, even if not asked, even if you have a match, if you can drop a promo it shows your commitment, and it is noticed by staff. Look at all the top guys, they all do it, it's one of the reasons they're top guys.


Fantastic main event and match of the night written by Bumout, his third of the show. I had followed this thread and had Dresden lead slightly, but the earlier promo may have tipped the scales in the favour of Ultra. And we get a clean and decisive victory for Rollins who is surely the man Bray Wyatt was alluding to earlier. Going from straight back to back and clean wins over both Bumout & Dresden this must set up Ultra to challenge Rey next and what a thread that will be!

But that is not all to end the show a deflated and agitated Styles after suffering a number of recent set-backs promises to put that right with the next poor soul he gets his hands on which is a perfect cue for the return of my old character Goldberg.

I hope you enjoyed the final segment. Not sure if you were aware Dres, but was not a debuting Goldberg rather a returning one. And it's such a shame that you are on a loosing steak because I'm going to make you break that promise you made in your promo old man, it's going to continue my friend. We are going to rock it and steal the show when we do clash but in the end you are going to taste defeat yet again so probs best to get in touch with a Doctor now if you can and get him to give you a Dose of something to cheer you up.

Overall a great show coming off the back of Mania, lots of developing stories and everyone involved has plenty to work with going forward. Great stuff.

I know, I know... TL:DR

[Dres]

Apr 22, 2021 6:36:03 GMT -6 andyf85 said:

Not sure if you were aware Dres, but was not a debuting Goldberg rather a returning one. And it's such a shame that you are on a loosing steak because I'm going to make you break that promise you made in your promo old man, it's going to continue my friend. We are going to rock it and steal the show when we do clash but in the end you are going to taste defeat yet again so probs best to get in touch with a Doctor now if you can and get him to give you a Dose of something to cheer you up.

I knew I just didn’t want to give you away before you had the chance to properly claim it, so to speak. As for everything else you said, I enjoy the playful banter and speaking completely honestly I’m flattered to be your first opponent back. For the sake of kayfabe though, I might have to change that 85 to an 86, if you catch my drift.