Post by Danny on Apr 28, 2021 15:56:19 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: Without the Prime Time Medal on the line, Drew Galloway will take on WARHORSE.
Mauro Ranallo: Jonathan Gresham will mix it up with Rob Conway.
Corey Graves: In non-title action, CM Punk will square off with Roddy Piper.
Mauro Ranallo: Randy Orton and Seth Rollins will square off.
Corey Graves: And in our non-title main event, Bray Wyatt and Abyss will clash.
Tom Phillips: But first, Sonya Deville and Matt Sydal will do battle and that match starts right now!
We come back to the arena where Sonya Deville is already in the ring with Billie Kay at ringside.
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.
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DING DING DING
Sonya walks right up to Matt in a striking pose. Sydal puts his hands up and tells Sonya to be cool. Namaste. Sonya ain't buying that hippy bullcrap and lays in a punch right to the gut. Matt falls to his hands and knees and tries to breathe but Sonya gives him a knee to the ribs that sends him out of the ring. Billie is excitedly clapping for Sonya as she makes her way out to continue the attack. Sydal turns around only to eat another punch to the gut that sends him retreating. She stil follows him but when he goes to grab him, He falls down into a Jawbreaker! Sonya is staggered for a bit but it's not until Matt jumps up to level her with a Knee Strike to the face that she finally goes down!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Sydal finally stopped playing pacifist and is ready to get this match underway.
Corey Graves: I can always understand some reluctance when going up against a female wrestler but Sonya is one you don't want to give an opening to.
Sydal looks down at her, almost as if he's regretting it.Sonya shoots a look up at him and Sydal brings his foot up high to deliver an axe kick to the side of her face! Sonya falls flat to the floor and Sydal picks her up and throws her into the ring, He jumps onto the apron and goes straight to the top rope, looking to end things right away. Sonya is in perfect position as he slowly rises up. He leaps off with the shooting Star Press but Sonya rolls out of the way! Luckily for the agile Sydal, he's able to transition in mid air and land on his feet. Sonya is getting up in the corner and he runs over to deliver the Flash Point in the corner! Sonya falls down to her hands and knees while Sydal slips through the ropes and goes up top. Sonya is getting to her feet when Matt comes flying off, driving her skull into the mat with his knees for the Meteora! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
Sonya kicks out! Matt brings her back up to her feet but she throws some more shots to the ribs that makes him back off. She then runs at him and takes him down with a Clothesline. He picks him back up and puts him in a clinch, throwing some knees to the body and backing him up in the corner. The ref counts to 4 and she backs off. She comes back to give him some kicks to the stomach before rolling him out with a snapmare. She then runs forward and rams her knee into his spine with a Sliding Knee. Matt turns over onto his stomach and Sonya steps over to him and grabs him by the waist, picking him up and executing a Gutwrench Suplex! She makes the pin.
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Sydal kicks out! Sonya backs up and patiently waits as Matt gets back to his feet. She goes for the Square Up Kick but Matt ducks it just in time. She ends up landing face first and Sydal hits a standing Shooting Star Press! He turns her over right away fro a pin but she quickly pushes him off before the ref can even drop down for the 1 count. Both wrestlers rush up to their feet and Sonya goes for some strikes. Sydal manages to dodge all of them and hit her with a Jumping Spinning Back Kick to the face! Sonya goes down and Sydal rushes up to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He gets himself situated before coming off with the Shooting Star Press! Sonya rolls out of the way just in time and Sydal this time lands right on his face! The impact bounces him off the mat a few feet and Sonya rolls back underneath him so that when he falls, he lands over her and she twists his arm behind him back to place him in a Kimura! It's not long before Sydal taps out!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sonya Deville!
Tom Phillips: If I'm Roddy Piper, I'm watching my back after seeing that.
Corey Graves: Sonya just made a statement here tonight and the rest of the roster has been out on notice.
Sonya exits the ring and leaves with Billie while Sydal is checked on as the show moves on.
The camera pans over the announce team of Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo and Tom Phillips at ring side.
Tom Phillips: Well, ladies and gentlemen he is one of the most outspoken athletes of all time and next Bill Goldberg pulls no punches and unloads.
Mauro Ranallo: You won’t believe what Goldberg has to say in an exclusive interview with ‘The Man’ coming up next on UWF Revolution.
Corey Graves: I tell you. What a month April has been for the UWF. First Wrestlemania and now the return of Goldberg, and I’m calling this now right of the bat, this guy is going to dominate.
Tom Phillips: Having heard what he has to say, I believe that Bill Goldberg is the most outspoken superstar off all time. We’re going to take a look now at this exclusive interview with Bill Goldberg. It is, well, controversial, it is crass, and it is explosive as Goldberg talks about his return to UWF.
The camera fades out from the announce team, the Revolution logo blazes on the screen momentarily before we are taken to the pre-recorded segment. We get a close up shot of ‘The Man’ Bill Goldberg, seeing only his head. He stares into the camera as it zooms out slightly, his eyes look completely void of emotion.
Goldberg: I’m not a sport’s entertainer. nor am I a superstar or any other of those things guys like to call themselves these days. Hell, I’m not even a wrestler if I am being honest. What I am is an anomaly. I am a wrecking ball. I am credibility.
Goldberg a look of disgust on his face, an audible breath of air firing from his flared nostrils, shakes his head as he continues.
Goldberg: I ain’t here to entertain people and that is for damn sure, I am here to hurt, to maim and to kick ass. I am Bill Goldberg and that’s it.
Ominous and suspenseful music begins to play as we fade away from ‘The Man’ on that last statement and are taken to some recently taken footage. Bill Goldberg is stood, the background is black and a spotlight shines down hitting him on the shoulders from above to emphasis his impressive physique. He is stood is his ring gear, looking absolutely shredded, in an even better condition than the last time he was here. We transition to a shot of him hitting a punch bag with an onslaught of punches a trainer behind the bag is struggling to keep it steady. He naturally switches into a very fast paced combo of knee strikes, kicks and then more punches. Goldberg looks to be in incredible conditioning, not even a bead of sweat on his head or a hint of a shortness to his breath.
Goldberg: There isn’t anybody in the UWF, past or present that has the accolades that I’ve got. I have always thrived to be the best.
Archive footage begins to play of Goldberg’s early wrestling career. In very quick succession we see a rookie Goldberg connecting with spears on Hugh Morris, William Regal & Fit Finley.
Goldberg: In WCW. Dominant. I just want to be a wrecking machine.
We cut back to more archive footage and see Perry Saturn, Scott Hall and Raven eat spears the latter we also see sustain a devastating Jackhammer. We get a message flash on the screen momentarily stating, ‘Who’s Next?’ and then we get a shot of Bill Goldberg holding the WCW United States Championship aloft.
Goldberg: First ever undefeated World Heavyweight Champion in wrestling History. WCW Triple Crown Winner. 173-0, Greatest Streak in any combat sport period. Dominant.
We get some stock footage of Goldberg’s WWE debut going face to face with The Rock. We get see a quick succession of spears from his time there Triple H, Chris Jericho & Batista all suffering spears at the hands of ‘The Man’.
Goldberg: In WWE. Dominant. World Champion within six month. Who’s Next? Recruited by the UWF. They wanted and they needed me. Assigned to Smackdown. Dominant.
We are taken to some UWF footage from the archives and see ‘The Man’ dishing out spears to Dolf Ziggler, Chris Masters & Adrian Neville.
Goldberg: At UWF Smackdown, Hardcore Champion. King of the Ring Winner. Dominant. I switched to Raw, to challenge the 'Undisputed' World Heavy Weight Champion Daniel Bryan.
Footage begins to show of UWF Survivor Series. Goldberg hits Daniel Bryan with a bone jarring spear we then see the Jackhammer delivered and the cover, 1, 2, 3. Goldberg hoists the UWF World Heavyweight Championship aloft.
Goldberg: Left the UWF. Resigned to the WWE. Everybody thought, here comes a guy there is no way in Hell he is gonna make it with the new generation of superstar. But I proved everybody wrong.
The footage show now is the most recent and we see Goldberg connecting with spears on Brock Lesnar, The Undertaker & Kevin Owens.
Goldberg: Universal Champion. Again Dominant. I am the only man in history to have held the WCW, WWE, Universal & UWF World Championships. It is just like I said, I am an anomaly.
The footage we are shown now is from last week and Goldberg returning to a massive pop, stood on the stage at the top of the ramp, stepping forward into his pyros and AJ Styles’ reaction in the ring.
Goldberg: Why did I come back to the UWF? This isn’t a feel good moment. This isn’t because I miss coming through that curtain or because I miss all of the fans. At the end of the day I don’t care about anybody but Bill Goldberg.
We are show further footage from last week of Goldberg circling around the ring and then entering it staring down AJ Styles.
Goldberg: For me this is strictly business. We need a guy to bring credibility back to this company. And Bill Goldberg is that guy. We’re tired of AJ Styles' bullshit.
AJ Styles is turned inside out and is spitting blood by a vicious Bill Goldberg spear at last week’s Revolution to the cries of ‘Mama Mia’ from Mauro Ranallo.
Goldberg: AJ Styles is not the face that runs the place and the only reason that AJ is in the spot that he is in is because I left. If I were still around for the last six years AJ Styles would not have been winning Royals Rumbles and main eventing Wrestlemanias he would have been the guy carrying my bags into the building.
The camera pans back to Goldberg who is shaking his head as he continues the interview.
Goldberg: There’s nothing about Bill Goldberg that’s fake and it was very evident last week when I took AJ Styles down and left him coughing up blood. This is real. Right now AJ Styles is scared, he is scared shitless and that is because he knows that everything I say is the truth. He is shitting his pants because he also knows that Bill Goldberg has been granted a fight with AJ Styles at Backlash. All he has to do is agree to it.
Bill Goldberg is show smirking, almost giddy at the though of a potential Backlash encounter with ‘The Demi-God’.
Goldberg: This won’t be a wrestling match on May 23. This will be a fight. No Holds Barred and I have only one objective in mind, utter f**king chaos and bringing the pain to AJ Styles. If you accept, I am coming for a fight Styles and last week you just got a little appetiser of what will be in store for you at Backlash.
We are shown a very quick montage of all of the previous stock footage shown throughout the interview as Goldberg reiterates his initial message.
Goldberg: I’m not a sport’s entertainer or a superstar. I am an anomaly. I am credibility. I am Bill Goldberg. What makes me happy? Beating people up, that makes me happy and as I mentioned last week, AJ Styles.. YOU’RE NEXT!!
With Bill Goldberg’s words still echoing, we slowly fade out from the interview segment and move on to elsewhere.
Jonathan Gresham has arrived to the arena and is walking around backstage.
Suddenly he's struck from behind by none other than Television Champion Rey Mysterio! He falls back and clutches his leg as Rey pulls out a pipe
Rey Mysterio: Good luck in your match tonight amigo
Mysterio laughs as he walks away, Gresham looking back at him angrily.
As Revolution continues, things return to the ring where Tony Chimel is standing.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to Revolution the team of the, “One Man Band” Heath Slater and the “War Machine” Rhino, The Will!
The song is, “Boilermaker” by Royal Blood as The Will are all too excited to come running out onto the stage, Heath playing air guitar to the music and Rhino head banging. After a moment, the two men make their way down the ramp, slapping hands with the few fans that are actually reaching out to them, before heading up the steel steps and entering the ring. Tony hands off his microphone to Heath as Rhino is brought one by a ringside official.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: I gotta tell ya, people, it is good to be back in a UWF ring after so long. The Firefly Funhouse is a pretty creepy place and being a puppet, well, how would you describe it, Rhino?
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Couldn’t have said it better myself, pal. But the important thing is, we were loyal to AJ which means getting kidnapped and being turned into puppets was all worth it, and now that we’re back, things are going to be different. We’re going to be by AJ’s side when he’s in this ring on one of these microphones and we’re going to be ringside when he’s competing. It’s the least we could do after he saved our jobs months ago and quite frankly, it’s what he deserves.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: And now that all of that is off our chests, let’s get to the reason we’re out here tonight. With losing the Intercontinental Championship, us getting kidnapped, getting beaten at Wrestlemania, getting beaten last week, and getting speared by Goldberg our buddy AJ is understandably upset. But Rhino and I, we’re smile bringers and we’ve got just the thing to cheer him up!
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: What do you mean he told you earlier he wasn’t going to be part of this?
Rhino shrugs.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Well that’s alright, all he needs is a little encouragement and that brings me to the first thing we’ve got up our sleeves.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: I know you don’t wear sleeves, it’s just an expression. But people, if you would, we’re going to sing to the, “Demi God” and we’ve picked out the perfect song!
As Heath gestures to the titantron, lyrics appear on the screen as, “You’re A God” by Vertical Horizon begins to play. Heath begins to sing about halfway off key and Rhino just says, “Gore” as melodically as possible.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Come on, people! The chorus is the most important part!
The crowd just boos as Heath and Rhino look at each other when suddenly, the, “Demi God” comes walking out.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Relax, I’m not gonna sourpuss all over the party and ruin what you guys are doing for me. I appreciate it, because quite honestly, I’ve spent enough time feeling sorry for myself and making excuses for recent happenings.
AJ makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: But do you know what’s really going to put me in a better mood? Beating the holy hell out of Goldberg. I’ll keep it short and sweet so your Neanderthal brain can process it, Bill. You want a fight at Backlash? You’ve got one!
AJ drops his microphone as he and The Will pose together as Revolution continues elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on the camera suddenly fades to the back, the crowd begin to boo loudly as UWF's hottest new sensation, Rob Conway makes his way onto the scene...
Rob Conway: Get a good look... at greatness. No really, just look at me. The song doesn't lie, I truly am a sight to see and you all want to look just like me. You want to have washboard abs, stunning pearl ivory white teeth, great hair and a physique fitting of a Greek god. And yet you all sit out there on your dimpled, cratered lard asses and have the gall to boo me?, pathetic. But you know what?, I'll rise above it, because I am after all, much better than every single one of you. And that goes for all the so-called stars of the UWF. That's right, I'm not only 1% body fat, if I'm being humble, but I'm also in the top percentile of the Revolution roster... all alone at the tippity top!. Now, I know I'm new here, I know a lot of the boys in the back haven't' gotten the chance to meet 'The Conman' in the flesh and there's a reason for that... I don't tend to fraternise with losers. See I'm a natural born winner, I prove that every day I wake up and look at myself in the mirror, when I crush it in the gym and when I walk down the street getting all the attention from everyone around me...and I prove it in the ring. I proved it last week when I demolished Dolph Ziggler in record time.
Conway laughs to himself.
Show-off?, more like Show-Over, am I right?. See guys like Dolph claim to be so great, they claim to be the best in the ring, on the mic and you get the deal, he's been saying it for years... but here's the thing, he ain't ever fought 'The Conman'. I've been saying it for years now as I've travelled the globe winning everywhere I went that once I got my opportunity in the UWF, there ain't a soul in the back that can compare to me. Dolph Ziggler, former multi-time World Champion, a sure-fire future Hall of Famer by the UWF's old standards... but this is the new standard, this is the new era, the era of 'The Conman' and guys like Ziggler simply do not stand a chance against someone like me. Cos I ain't just a pretty face, when I get between those ropes I am the number one athlete this company has... I'm quicker than a cat, I'm strong as a bull and I can go all night long. Which brings me to tonight.
Conway smirks and shakes his head.
Jonathan Gresham, The Keeper of Catch. See he probably hears all this and thinks... 'oh, but that doesn't matter if he can't chain wrestle'... and that's where he's wrong because I am not only the best looking and the premiere athlete of the UWF, but I'm also the best damn wrestler this company has ever seen. I'm both aesthetic and athletic and that's where guys like Gresham get it all wrong and I'll be more than happy to show him tonight. See the names Dolph Ziggler and Jonatham Gresham may well be significant to a lot of the people out there as top stars, as up and comers with a bright future but once I'm done tonight, they'll be remembered as those guys that Rob Conway ran through, just another two losers that 'The Conman' beat on his way to the top. And that's exactly where I'm going, the very top where I belong. And it doesn't matter if I do it the right way... it doesn't matter if I do it the wrong way... but one thing is for sure, I'll do it my way... The Con-Way.
Conway lowers his sunglasses and smiles widely as the feed goes elsewhere
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
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.
Chimel: Introducing first, 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.
As his theme plays over the P.A., Jonathan Gresham limps out on to the ramp. His leg is heavily wrapped in medical tape and he can't help but favour it as he slowly comes down the ramp. The crowd murmur among themselves as they watch the clearly injured wrestler come out to compete.
Ranallo: While I'm not surprised to see Gresham refuse to take the night off, I will say that this is ill-advised. After what happened to him earlier, wrestling on that leg now on increases the risk of injuring it further - something the Number One Contender can't afford heading into a Television Title tilt with Rey Mysterio.
Graves: Anyone familiar with Mysterio's time in The Cartel will tell you that a savage assault with a pipe is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what that menace is capable of. Gresham should count himself lucky that he's not in even worse condition.
Phillips: Look at that grin on Conway's face! He's like the cat that caught the mouse.
Conway is just thrilled to see half his work already done for him. Gresham reaches the ring and manages to pull himself up on to the apron. He still makes sure to wipe his feet on the mat before entering the ring, then walks over to the center of the ring and simply holds one arm in the air as Tony Chimel makes his ring announcement.
Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 161 pounds, from Atlanta, GA, he is The Last Pure Wrestler and The Keeper of the Catch, JONATHAN GRESHAM!!
Gresham stares across the ring with an intense focus while the brash promotional newcomer just laughs at him, shouting out some height jokes while the Official double checks with Jonathan that he's okay to go. Once Chimel heads out, the Ref calls for the bell.
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DING DING
Gresham gives his leg one final shake before heading towards the middle of the ring. Conway removes his shades and meet him there, extending a hand to the Keeper of the Catch. The gesture is met with suspicion by the top contender, but Rob insists he wants a fair contest. He even mutters something about "pure rules" before telling him to shake his hand like a man. Beholden to the ceremonies of the Code of Honor, Jonathan cautiously agrees, stretching out his hand to shake his opponents.
The crowd, Gresham and even the Official look utterly shocked when Conway breaks the handshake off without any funny business.
Phillips: Huh. An uncommon display of human decency from Rob Conway.
Ranallo: I'm sure that he recognize Gresham's unfortunate circumstances and is just trying to - MAMA MIA THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE!
As Conway backs away from the shake, he straight up boots Gresham in the band leg, right above the knee causing the Octopus to buckle under his own weight. The fans shower the Con-Man with boos while he gets to work stomping a mud hold in Jonathan's messed up limb. Soon enough, the Referee intervenes. When his instructions to desist go unheard, he yanks Conway away, sticking a finer in his face while chastising him. Rob scoffs at the audacity then blows right past him to get back to business.
The Number One Contender is writhing in agony, clutching at the injury and defenseless as his for struts on back over. Conway pulls him up off the mat and slams a knee into his midsection, doubling him over. From there, Rob hooks the neck and grabs some trunks, looking for the Ego Trip. Perhaps because he's so over-confident, he leaves himself off-guard enough for Jonathan to make a desperate counter! Gresham drops back down and rolls over, hastily catching the narcissist with a Small Package to try and wrap things up early and easy. The Official drops down to count it...
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Conway powers out at two!
Ranallo: Oof! Gresham almost caught him there!
Graves: He should've just taken the L. Look at how angry he's made Conway. Gresham's in for a long night now!
Conway pops up looking furious, maybe a little embarrassed. He blasts Gresham across the face with a boot when Jon sits up. Rob then pulls him towards the apron by the injured leg, further exacerbating the injury. With the fans still booing, Conway steps through the ropes and drops to the outside, pulling the leg out before slamming it into the turnbuckle!
Gresham cries out in pain when his tibia cracks against the unmoving metal. The Referee is starting up a ten count for Conway but he clearly intends to make the most of it, taking the leg and wrapping it around the same post to hyperextend it in an awkward direction at an extreme angle. Jonathan tries to pull away but Rob, forehead veins throbbing in anger now, isn't about to be stopped.
Phillips: The Referee should call off this match. Gresham is in no shape to be competing.
Graves: I'll bet you twenty bucks that's exactly what a doctor told him backstage. The Keeper of the Catch is as stubborn as they come, and now it's biting him in the ass.
The Ref hits the eighth beat of the ten count, prompting Conway to finally release the leg and slide back into the ring. Gresham clutches at his leg again, overwhelmed by the nerve-splitting pain coursing through his body now. Rob shows no sympathy, once again scraping him off the canvas and driving a knee into his guts. There's no stopping him from nailing the Ego Trip this time, and Conway executes the twisting neckbreaker with extreme prejudice, putting some extra stank on it as he slams Gresh down into the mat. From there, he hooks the bad leg for the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
ROB CONWAY!
Conway stands straight up and demands the Referee raise his hand. The third man is professionally obligated to do so, though he looks like he's disgusted to lay a finger on the egomaniac. Conway then pulls away and screams some condescending comments down at Gresham before turning that animosity towards the booing fans.
Ranallo: He's obviously no fan-favourite, but that's two big wins for Conway now in the UWF, and this one comes over the Number One Contender for the UWF Television Championship.
Graves: You can't help but wonder how long it will be now before we see Rob Conway contesting for title gold. Until then, the whole roster has been put on notice. This isn't a guy to look past.
Phillips: Not to take anything away from Conway, but let's be real. Gresham was severely compromised by Rey Mysterio attacking him earlier tonight. Mysterio should be fined, Gresham should be given time to recover and when he's healthy, I'd like to run this one back to see how it plays out then.
Heading up the ramp, Conway continues to mock the fans before eventually disappearing backstage. A group of medics come down to evaluate Gresham's injury before helping him out of the ring. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... uh...
She looks a little bit confused, maybe more annoyed to see who's coming over into the shot.
Young: Samoa Joe? I had a segment booked with CM Punk -
The Samoan Submission Machine shakes his head.
Joe: Our apologies, Renee. Punk is busy preparing for his match against Roddy Piper. But I'm happy to field any questions you might have regarding The Renaissance.
Ever the professional, Renee sighs but rolls with the punches, making the best out of this curveball situation.
Young: Okay. Fine. Joe, thanks for joining me.
Joe: My pleasure.
Young: We haven't heard much from you since you returned to the UWF just before Wrestlemania. While your re-debut was shocking to many, it seems more people were surprised to see you - a former world champion - coming back in more of a non-active, supporting role to CM Punk. Can you shed some light on your thought process there and how you came to partner up with Punk?
There's some underlying passive aggression in the question and for a split second, you can see it irking the Samoan with the slightest tell in twitching eye. Still, he's cordial and calm as he responds, not betraying any other signs there might be something under his skin.
Joe: That's a fair question. Why would I come back to the UWF for anything less than an absurd contract and a guaranteed world title shot night one, right? I'm a guy that's proven time and time again that I have what it takes to be at the top, and ever since I last walked out that door my agent's phone has been ringing off the hook with a bidding war between every company in the world trying to bring me in.
So why the UWF? Why now?
Before Renee can even posit a guess, Joe explains.
Joe: I saw CM Punk - an old friend of mine - roll through at the start of the year, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like he was a man fifteen, twenty years younger. He was optimistic. Enthusiastic. Ambitious. And I was excited to see him passionate about wrestling for the first time in a long time.
It took this company three, maybe four weeks to stomp that out of him. He tried something different and arguably better and was met with hard-headed hostility on all fronts. And you know what that reminded me of?
Initially hesitant to respond to what she assumes is another rhetorical question, Renee eventually just shakes her head when Joe leave it open.
Young: No...
Joe: It reminded me of me, Renee. It took me back a couple years to when we tried something called "Resistance". Those were some of the proudest days of my career. I saw a new idea with cultivating and I poured everything I had into it. I took the ball and ran with it. Then what happened? Did Ethan Carter get jealous? Did my peers - my competitors - did they get lazy? Complacent? Did the fans not understand the potential? Where does the blame for for the whole thing falling apart?
Anywhere but at my feet, cause lord knows, I was committed. I was committed. Seeing all that hard work wiped off the face of the earth overnight? Best believe that changed the way I felt about this promotion. I was cynical, Renee. I was jaded. When I saw my boy Punk getting that same raw deal, I had the choice of watching the house burn down or running in with a bucket of water. But you and everyone else knows what kind of man I am, so it's clear as day how things played out.
Young: There are some who would argue that you've overstepped your bounds, though. You aren't technically an active competitor on the roster but you interfered to cost WARHORSE the Intercontinental Championship at Wrestle -
He puts a hand up to cut her off.
Joe: Sorry. I don't mean to rude by interrupting - seems I need to set the record straight one more time about this, though.
I told that young buck that I'd put him down if he crossed the line. He stepped to me and ran his mouth... so I made him go quiet. It doesn't matter if I'm contracted here or not, that's street justice. That's two men settling their differences. There isn't a person in the world I'd let get away with speaking to me the way he did. And as for the Intercontinental Championship? Son, if you want to wear gold, you need to find a way to earn it. No excuses.
Look at what happened with Punk - look at the shit they made him eat just for suggesting some different ideas? He fought through that and took that belt as a means of protest. How do you not respect that fighting spirit? How do you look at a whining little bitch like WARHORSE and think that he'd make a better champ? All he does is lose and complain. He doesn't deserve to stand in that ring, and if he thinks a steel cage is going to give him a better chance against Punk or keep him safe from me, boy's got another thing coming.
Young: Moving on to Punk's match tonight, what are your thoughts on this bout with Roddy Piper? Any insight into his mentality heading into a fight against a living legend?
Joe: Fight and win. It's the simple. Roddy Piper is as tough as they come, no doubt about it. Problem is, he's old school and while there's something to be said for that, we're operating at an elevated level now. The Renaissance, right? New ideas. Better ideas. That's all we mean when we say it. Everyone else is stuck doing things the same way they've been doing it for years. It's not hard to pull your head out of the dirt to look up... to see... to understand. These guys just need to humble themselves. Accept and admit. And as long as they don't, Punk's just going to mow them down, one by one. Hot Rod's no exception.
Now if you'll excuse me Renee, I'm going to go see how the Champ is doing.
Joe walks away, Renee signs off and Revolution continues elsewhere.
Roddy Piper makes his way out wearing his usual kilt, white Hot Rod t-shirt and has a leather jacket over his shirt. He makes his way to the ring doing the I Love sign with his fingers but he is all business.
Tony Chimel: Coming down the aisle from Glasgow, Scotland weighing 235 pounds The Rowdy Scot Rowdy Roddy Piper!!!
The fans boo Hot Rod as he makes his way out. He jaws with the fans and he steps into the ring and takes his leather jacket off and hands it to the ring attendant. He takes his t-shirt off and throws it outside the ring and he takes off his kilt and he twirls it and places it on the apron and the ring attendant takes it and puts it with Piper's jacket. Piper stands in his corner waiting for his opponent.
THE RENAISSANCE
The pulsing string sections of "Viva La Vida" hums through the PA while the titantron fires to life with the promise of total artistic rebirth. The vanguard of that movement walks out on the ramp, nodding his head in tempo with the music. CM Punk scans the arena, taking in a crowd that's split on what to make of him. He raises his hands out as he marches forward, letting his Intercontinental Championship drape limply from one hand like an afterthought.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds...the UWF Intercontinental Champion... CM PUNK!
The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he strolls down the ramp, above and beyond the petty boos or swooning cheers. Underestimated. Misunderstood. The UWF as it stands lacks the capacity to understand it's vital need for the change he's promising. As the Artist climbs into the ring, it's with the intention of erasing the old world to define a new one. Joe stands alert by the apron, ready to intervene if he deems so necessary.
VS 
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings Piper is squared up and ready to go while Punk sort of tells the man to pump the brakes. He casually walks over to him but Hot Rod ain't got time for that. He puts Punk in a side headlock right away, jumping up and down just to be an asshole and grinds his face in. Punk pulls him back into the ropes to shoot him off but Piper's got a fist full of hair and pulls him right back into a side headlock! To make matters worse, he drags Punk over to the ropes and starts dragging his face across the top rope! Punk escapes and rubs his forehead but Piper is there to deliver multiple jabs to the face before bringing in a strong cross to knock him flat on his ass! Punk rolls out of the ring to escape the onslaught.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Punk should have taken this match a littler more seriously.
Corey Graves: From one legendary commentator to the other, we're not to be messed with.
Tom Phillips: Oh please.
Roddy waits in the middle of the ring, motioning for Punk to get back in. Punk goes over to Joe and the two talk some strategy. Piper walks over to the ropes and opens them up, beckoning the fat tub of lard to come in and fight too. Joe just shoots him a death glare but Punk says he's got this and slides back into the ring. The two men go to tie up but Punk goes in for a kick instead. He laughs and slaps Piper in the back of the head as a show of disrespect. He looks back to Joe and laughs but when he turns back around, Piper goes right for the eyes and rakes them! Punk turns away but Roddy grabs him and executes a Belly To Back Suplex! He makes the pin.
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2 . . .
Punk kicks out! He tries to scurry to the ropes right away, eyes still partially shut from the eye rake but Piper grabs his foot and pulls him back in. Punk gets free by kicking back and hitting Piper in the face. He scurries to the ropes and gets back up rubbing his eyes. Roddy comes running over but Punk sends him up and over. Hot Rod manages to land on the apron and gives Punk a stiff punch to the jaw that sends him reeling back into the center of the ring. Roddy goes to come in through the middle rope but Punk runs at him and knees him in the side of the head causing him to fall to the floor! The ref yells at him for this but Punk grasbs him and tells him to check his eyes. While this is going on, Joe grabs Piper and throws him into the barricade! He then picks him up and tosses him right back into the ring.
Tom Phillips: Look at Joe picking up the scraps there.
Corey Graves: Hot Rod's been known to do some dirty things himself. turnabouts fair play if you ask me.
Piper is getting up and so Punk walks over and hooks both arms in a double underhook. He's looking for the Welcome To Chicago Mother Fucker but Roddy drops to a knee. Punk tries to pull him back up but to no avail and it's Roddy who sends Punk flying with a Back Body Drop. Punk is getting back up when Hot Rod grabs the back of his head and rams him forward with a Bulldog! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
Punk kicks out! Piper backs up and waits as Punk gets to his feet. He comes up behind him ready to lock in the Sleeper Hold but Punk manages to get his hand over his neck just in time to prevent it from fully getting locked in. Piper still squeezes with all his might but the Intercontinental Champion runs backwards and rams Piper into the corner. He then irish whips Piper into the opposite corner, following him in with a running knee! He turns around and grabs his head to hit a Bulldog of his own! He backs up and patiently waits as Piper slowly get to his feet. Punk turns him around and lifts him up onto his shoulder and delivers the Go To Sleep! Piper goes limp as Punk makes the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, CM Punk!
Joe grabs the Intercontinental Championship and comes into the ring to hand it to Punk. They look down at the Hot Rod and shake their heads before walking out of the ring as the show moves on.
We see inside a locker room, all of your favorite stars mulling around, all the fan favourites. The dastardly villains can only get changed elsewhere. The locker room is extremely light. There’s hardly anyone in there.
Amongst this small bunch is the Warhorse. He looks really ready, raring, prepared and just determined to prove a point.
WARHORSE: HEY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK OUT THERE BUD, YOU’LL KILL IT.
The Warhorse encourages an unnamed member of the UWF Roster. He looks around and sees the cameraman walking up in here.
WARHORSE: GHEEZ BROTHER, WAY TO BARGE IN ON THE GOOD FIGHT. AH, DON’T WORRY, JUST JOSHING YOU OVER THERE. HOW ARE YOU, BROTHER?
The cameraman hesitates, not knowing whether to answer or not.
Cameraman: Yeah- yeah I’m good.
WARHORSE: WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL BROTHER. OUT OUT HERE TO CHECK IN WITH THE WARHORSE? SEE HOW THE WARHORSE IS DOING BEFORE HIS MATCHES THESE DAYS? FAILURE AFTER ALLEGED FAILURE?
Cameraman: Yeah, but I’m not sure I’d see it that way completely, man.
The Warhorse smiles.
WARHORSE: GOOD, I’M GLAD TO HEAR IT. FROM THE WAY IT SEEMS TO BE BROUGHT TO THE WARHORSE, YOU’D THINK THAT EVERY LIVING SOUL IN THE COMPANY WOULD HAVE THAT INGRAINED IN THEIR MIND. THE WARHORSE LOSING TO CHEATER, AFTER CHEATER AFTER CHEATER IS JUST SCREAMED BY FOLKS AS “THE WARHORSE IS A LOSER”, OR SOMETHING.
COOL, I’M SURE WHEN BASKETBALL PLAYERS CHEAT, WHEN GOLFERS PULL THAT SHIT THEY GET OFF SCOT FREE, RIGHT? NO. THEY LOSE ALL ACCLAIM, ALL RIGHT THEY EVER HAD TO BEING A COMPETITOR IN THAT SPORT. IF TIGER WOODS HAD A HENCHMAN TO THWACK PHIL MICKELSON WOULD YOU STILL CALL HIM YOUR CHAMPION?
The Warhorse shakes his head.
WARHORSE: OF COURSE NOT. YET IN THE MIND OF THE MANY, THE WARHORSE DOESN’T EVEN DESERVE TO FIGHT FOR IT AGAIN, HELL, IF I FUCK UP OUR MATCH IN THE CAGE, I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I’LL EVEN DO! I DON’T THINK ANYONE DOES. SO WHAT THEN? DOES THE WARHORSE WALK INTO THE MATCH WITH THE PEPSI MAN A FRAUD?
NO, THE WARHORSE WAS NEVER. I HAVE TO PROVE TONIGHT, OR WELL, MORE IMPORTANTLY, NEXT WEEK THAT I’M ANYTHING MORE THAN NOISE. THE THING IS, IF I DON’T, WHAT AM I? WHAT OTHER CHOICE DO I HAVE THAN TO BE BETTER THAN A CHEATER? AHEAD OF AN ADVANTAGE? I GUESS IT’S IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION OF “LEADER OF THE PACK”.
SO, TELL ME, WHAT AM I? I DON’T KNOW, BUT I’LL GIVE IT HELL AND EVERYTHING ELSE, BROTHER, SINCE I’M NOTHING OTHERWISE.
We leave the Warhorse on that ominous note, as he continues to warm up to try and show his worth against Drew McIntyre.
We enter the Funhouse as Bray Wyatt has his back turned to the camera, hanging up a blank picture frame unto the wall carefully, yet seemingly intentionally keeping it off center.
Bray Wyatt: Theeeeere we go, all set! It's like you belonged on this wall the whooooole time haha.
Wyatt turns his head and notices the 'viewer' for the first time and smiles wide, spinning around with open arms and shouting out.
Bray Wyatt: Welcome my Fireflieeees, to the Firefly Funhouse! Heh hehe heh I'm sorry I kept my cards close to the chest last week, having to leave things in a cliffhanger on who the lucky new friend was totally was uncool. But fret not, I told that mean ole Boss of mine that I would not stand for keeping secrets from my Fireflies! So I knew I would start this episode by proudly hanging that picture up on the wall with the rest of my former friends, sorry not to Drum up a better reveal but I just couldn't hold myself back hahhahahah Can you even believe the luck I had in picking him? AHHAhah This is gonna be SOOO Much FUN!
Wyatt continues laughing, as if the laugher is hitting him a little too strongly. Losing his breath a bit and turning a bit red as he laughs uncontrollably at a blank picture frame.
Wyatt slaps his thighs as he doubles over in pain from his own laughter before he takes in a deep exaggerated breath and stands back up straight.
But-heh heh- But Tonight I get to have a bit more fun. Tonight I get to play with 'The Monster' Abyss! I was a lil disappointed he didn't get to be It in my game so I'm Oh So excited to be able to have a play date with him tonight anyways. See Abyss, he seems lost to me. And Mr. Mitchell is the one pointing him towards whichever way he wants him to go, but my Fireflies there's something important in that. Sometimes you gotta find your own path, no matter what your parents or... Illegitimate Parents even, have to say about it. See Mommys and Daddys kinda wanna point you down a path they couldn't take, or they wish they could take. Sometimes they even wanna send you down a path that is totally wrong for you just because they themselves failed in their lives. At this age, all you little fireflies may think of your parents as Super heroes but if we've learned anything here in the Funhouse...It's that not everything is as it seems, that's where I come in hahaha. What's that thing the other guy says? Open to the worlds interpretation, hahaha, and that's why you...ALL of you, my little fireflies are going to go down the Right path. Because I am the one lighting your way.
Wyatt smiles wide and wipes tears from his laughter away from hi face.
And Abyss, You've been listening to what path your old papa bear has been pointing you towards for so long I don't think you even know that you're in a path...You're just walking with your head down wherever he tells ya to go. But here's a lil secret for ya my friend, my fireflies come in ALLLLL Ages, there is no age requirement, no contractual obligation to rationality, there is NO Sanity Clause hahaha. So if you wanna be Free from the shackles of what daddems tells ya, you can always join my fireflies and have me lead the way for you.
Wyatt begins to chuckle as he thinks up all the adventures to be had.
I mean it'd be so much fun to have ya in the Funhouse, you have so many fun toys to play with and I've got the Bestest toy in the whole wide world. I bet you'd be able to share all your toys with all the people coming over to try and play with mine, it would be a Grand friendship that would Never ever have to end! hahaa all you have to do, to be your own Monster, to be the Abyss you truly are meant to be and have fun all along the way forever and ever...
Is Let Me In...
After a few moments of that cold serious face, Wyatts demeanor changes again and he smiles wide waving.
Byyye, seee yaaaaaaa Byeeeee
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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.
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 takes a wide swing at his opponent but WARHORSE ducks it and ends up on the other side of him as he throws an elbow backward into the injured back of the, “Scottish Psychopath”. Galloway cries out in pain as WARHORSE is facing him now and rakes down the back of the big man with his fingers as Drew cries out again. Drew takes a few steps forward but WARHORSE stays on him, delivering a forearm to the kidneys before raking his fingers down his opponent’s back again. Galloway finds himself at the ropes now as WARHORSE delivers a kick to the back of the right knee, causing it to buckle as Drew goes down and WARHORSE delivers a Standing Dropkick to the damaged back as Drew goes flying through the ropes and lands hard on the outside. WARHORSE hits the opposite ropes and launches himself towards the ropes he sent Drew through and connects with a Suicide Dive, knocking Galloway down as he stands up, his back hitting the ringside barricade. As he staggers away from the barricade, WARHORSE comes off the ground with a jaw rocking Uppercut as Drew turns around from it, placing his hands on the barricade as WARHORSE winds back and unloads on the injured area with a stiff Knife Edge Chop as Galloway cries out in pain again.
While Drew is reeling from the attack, WARHORSE scrambles up to the apron and leaps off, connecting with a Coast To Coast to the back, pinning Drew between his feet and the barricade as the pain after impact causes the big man to slink to his knees. WARHORSE stands at an angle now and turns to face Drew as he starts driving his own head quickly and violently into the back of his opponent repeatedly.
Tom Phillips: YEAH! CRANK IT UP TO ELEVEN!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, he’s headbanging as a means of offense!
Corey Graves: I can’t wait for Drew to kick his head clean off his shoulders!
WARHORSE stops after a moment, because even a metal head gets dizzy, but then Drew connects with a Discus Punch that knocks him on his backside. A seething Galloway seizes the collarbone of his opponent now, grabbing a side with each hand as he hoists WARHORSE up and throws him through the ropes into the ring before sliding in himself. WARHORSE is to his feet as he starts teeing off on Galloway but Drew is able to get up as he smacks away the next punch coming his way and delivers a Glasgow Kiss. As WARHORSE is dizzied, Drew forces him to bend at the waist as he grabs him in a Gutwrench and lifts him. As he follows through into the hold for the Border Toss though, WARHORSE is able to drive his feet into the damaged back and Drew is forced to drop him to his feet. Upon landing, WARHORSE delivers a Chop Block to the left leg as Drew falls onto his back. Galloway is quick to kip up, however, but WARHORSE is there to catch him with a forearm to the bridge of the nose as he pivots around to stand beside Drew and takes him off his feet again with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. WARHORSE scrambles to the top rope now and waits perched as Drew sits up and starts climbing to his feet.
As Galloway gets to a vertical base, WARHORSE wastes no time and connects with the ASS RULER.
Tom Phillips: YES! THE ASS RULER CONNECTS! HARD AND FAST LIKE SEX WITH YOUR MOM, MAURO!
Mauro Ranallo: Too far, Tom.
Corey Graves: What the hell is wrong with you, Phillips?
Unfortunately for WARHORSE, Drew has rolled out of the ring following the move so he’s unable to go for the pinfall. WARHORSE exits the ring himself and goes looking for Drew but as he turns a corner, Drew blasts him with a Big Boot as he’s knocked to the ground.
ONE!
The referee begins his count as WARHORSE sits up and starts climbing to his feet.
TWO!
WARHORSE is to his feet as Drew connects with another Glasgow Kiss.
THREE!
WARHORSE maintains his footing as he blasts Drew with a Headbutt of his own.
FOUR!
Galloway kicks WARHORSE in the stomach and places his head between his legs.
FIVE!
WARHORSE pulls back and removes his head as he connects with a Throat Thrust.
SIX!
Drew backhands WARHORSE now and then grabs a handful of hair with the other hand and pulls him in.
SEVEN!
Drew starts hammering away with stiff punches now.
EIGHT!
WARHORSE blocks one and pulls himself free.
NINE!
The two men start throwing punches at the same time, neither relenting.
TEN!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a double count out, this match has been ruled a No Contest!
At this announcement, both men stop punching and can’t believe they let themselves get so distracted. Drew grabs his Primetime Medal and brushes past WARHORSE, heading to the back. Cameras get a shot of WARHORSE as he shrugs off the disappointment and poses for the crowd as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The camera cuts to black as static appears on screen, once the static disappears there is nothing for a few seconds until the familiar rattling of chains is heard, we once again return to the lair of Abyss and Mitchell, the doomed domain where Mitchell espouses his sermons, going down the long corridor we come to Mitchell and his monster once again standing above a fire, it flickering ever so slightly.
Mitchell: They say there is two sides to a man, what lies on the face and what lies beneath it all, what we want people to see and what we don't want people to see, psychologists call this the Id, our darkest parts manifested.
Abyss adds rubble to the fire, the flame getting brighter as it burns.
Mitchell: These darkest parts of ourselves can stay dormant for years, beneath the skin, waiting to get out but never given the chance, people will go their whole lives rejecting this part of themselves, neglecting instead of properly nourishing it, for if they realised that these dark parts are just another side of the coin they wouldn't fear it but they are right too because sometimes the darkness is too strong and can….. take over.
Abyss takes a seat in front of the fire and stares into it, seemingly transfixed.
Mitchell: Its an unfortunate fate when you give into the Id, it all begins naturally, a little indulgence here and there but before you know it, it's too late, you find yourself craving it in moments you never craved before. It gives you power and enjoyment. Why shouldn't you give in? It's only you being yourself isn't it but it's not you, it's the Id.
Mitchell pulls out a photo and turns it to the camera, it's of Bray in his cult leader phase.
Mitchell: That's what you've done Mr Wyatt, you've let the Id take over, you've revealed your inner self and I applaud you, instead of pretending to work for the monster you've revealed yourself as the monster and that must be exhilarating, to finally be your true self but still you deny it by hiding behind a smiling face and a red jumper and disassociating yourself with The Fiend, where as my monster embraces his darkness, he finds comfort in it.
Mitchell places a hand on Abyss's shoulder who doesn't even react.
Mitchell: So I say to you Mr Wyatt, don't reject the darkness, allow us to see your true self, after all you just need to…..
Abyss talks.
Abyss: Let. Him. In.
Mitchell cackles as the feed cuts to black, the static appearing more before disappearing completely.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The arena goes black as the theme begins to play, red lights fill the stadium as "The Monster" Abyss walks out arms swinging at his side, a small burlap sack in his hands. Behind him is James Mitchell who is cackling as they walk. Abyss throws up his signature X taunt with his arms as pyro hits. Mitchell pulls out a remote and presses a button saying "Click Doomsday", Abyss then stomps to the ring and goes over the top rope to get in. He stands centre of the ring, puts up the X taunt again as Mitchell takes the bag away from him and goes to ringside. Abyss then goes to his corner and leans over the side looking into the crowd as he does.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!
Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Abyss charges and hits Bray in the chest with his shoulder, knocking him to a seated position. Bray smiles but this angers, “The Monster” as Abyss delivers a kick to the face, knocking Wyatt flat. As Abyss goes to follow up, Bray bridges up and begins doing his spider walk before turning quickly onto his hands and knees as he then climbs to his feet, a smile still on his face. Abyss rears back now and punches Bray, whose head rocks with the impact, but when he turns his head to look at Abyss again, the smile is still there though his lips have a bit of blood covering them. Abyss screams in a rage as he goozles Wyatt and starts wringing his neck violently before picking him up and delivering a Chokeslam.
Tom Phillips: Abyss doesn't have time for Wyatt's games.
Corey Graves: It's not a matter of time with Bray Wyatt. You're always playing on his terms.
Abyss walks over and grabs Wyatt by his hair and pulls him back to his feet. Bray suddenly reaches out and grabs Abyss' face, trying to gouge his eyes out! The Monster shoves him back and Wyatt points and gives out a hearty laugh. Abyss rubs his eyes and yells, running forward and connects with a Big Boot now and as Bray is down, he grabs him by the hair and leads him back to his feet before hoisting him onto his shoulders and connecting with the Shock Treatment. “The Monster” leans back to make the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Wyatt kicks out! Abyss stands back up and looks down at Wyatt who gives him a thumbs up while flashing a smile. Enraged, Abyss grabs him by the wrist and pulls him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Wyatt hangs onto them to prevent himself from bouncing into Abyss' waiting arms. Abyss walks forward but it's a headbutt from Wyatt that sends him back. Bray looks like he's seeing stars but he shakes his head out of it. He comes forward and kicks Abyss in the gut. He's trying to lift him for a suplex but Abyss is too large and hasn't been weakened enough during this match. He reverses and drops Wyatt flat on his flat on his face! Bray turns away and starts to get up. Abyss casually walks up behind him but Wyatt turns quickly to nail the Jump Scare Clothesline! He lays on top of Abyss for the pin!
ONE!
Abyss kicks out right away! Wyatt sits up on his knees with a surprised expression but not one of malice, one of excitement. A grin going from ear to ear appears across his face. He waits in the opposite corner while Abyss gets to his feet. Bray runs at him and connects with the Body Avalanche in the corner. Abyss falls to his hands and knees and rolls out of the ring. Father James Mitchell, seeing what’s going on, suddenly climbs up onto the apron as he’s immediately reprimanded by the official as the two start arguing.
Abyss lifts up the apron and grabs Janice. Wyatt applauds this in the ring and Abyss points it at him. Someone yells at Abyss however and as he turns to see who it is, he’s blasted with a Claymore that knocks Janice into his face as he goes down. Drew grabs him and brings him to his feet before rolling him into the ring. As Abyss gets up, he looks in the direction of Galloway but Drew’s not there. Abyss turns around and is now face-to-face with a smiling Bray who waves at him before delivering a Headbutt and then bends him backward and down and connects with the Sister Abigail. Bray covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!
Bray is all smiles as he's handed his UWF Championship. James Mitchell is arguing with the ref and Wyatt waves at him. Mitchell stares him down but tends to his monster while Wyatt backs away and exits up the ramp as the show moves on.
The scene opens with Randy Orton standing in a dark room with little light as he comes out of the shadows and he begins to speak.
Hi UWF, I honestly told you what I was going to do with John Cena last week, I have kept my promise that I wouldn’t disappoint anybody. I have destroyed him and I have proven to him that he couldn’t compete in the same ring as me. I already prove to him that he doesn’t belong in UWF and that he was nothing but a piece of shit that was just wasting everyone’s time. So as for night, the next opponent is none other than Seth Rollins. The same guy who teamed with Warhorse has defeated me in the tag team match. But I have left the match because I honestly could care less of what the match result was. The only thing that I was focusing more on was Rey Mysterio’s Television Championship. Yes, I admit I have lost to him fair and square. He got extremely lucky that I was unable to defeat him. But that doesn’t mean it is over. Rey doesn’t know that it’s just the beginning and that we both shall meet once again. The next time that we will meet, I will defeat him and become the new UWF Television Champion. And I guarantee you that there wouldn’t be anything he can do about it.
As for tonight, Seth Rollins is the only obstacle that I have to overcome in my path to bring me closer to UWF Championship gold. I honestly know he has been extremely impressive as of late despite not winning the I.C. Championship. I admit he has earned my respect just like other opponents that I have faced before. But it’s too bad that we could have made an awesome tag team that can take over UWF by stom. But we all know that isn’t going to happen because of you truly. But you can’t blame me for doing whatever I love doing by myself. Besides I have already had my goals all planned out. I promised you Seth that you are just going to become another stepping stone that will just bring me closer schieving my ultimate goal. If you don’t believe me and think I am lying. You better believe it because I have shown everyone that I am a worthy competitor who is capable of holding any UWF championship goal anytime I want. Just because I haven’t captured anything yet doesn’t mean anything. It just proves to everyone in the back that I have no problems taking things and putting them into action in my own way. Everyone knows that I am one of the most dangerous and toughest competitors in UWF. Seth, you will learn a harsh lesson that you shouldn’t mess with a snake. Once you mess with a dangerous snake and then you will get bitten by it. But then again, you don’t mind and so I promised you that I will shut you up for good. Tonight, I will stop you from achieving your goals and you will remember that you will just become another corpse in my destruction of chaos. You will just become another victim and I will end your career as soon before you step into this very ring. So you better say your prayers and wish good luck because you are going to need it alot Seth. Tonight, nobody won’t be seeing the Curb Stomp ending the night, They will only see the most dangerous three letters of sports entertainment in UWF…...RKO.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton laughing.
[We head backstage where John Cena and Eve discuss there plains for Revolution while Kayla Braxton stops them]
Kayla Braxton: John Cena how confident was your match against Randy Orton last Wednesday on Revolution.
{fan cheers for Cena and Eve in the background}
John|Cena: How confident am I?
What do you not believe in me?
Am I some kind of a joke to you Kayla?
Are you one who thinks I'll suffer a loss?
I sure as hell hope that you're not,
Cuz if you were I'd be gettin' real hot,
I'd bust you open just like I'll do Roman Reigns.
Leave you for dead with nothingness upon your face!
Kayla Braxton: what about you Eve. do you consider yourself return back to Revolution next week.
Eve|Torres: The only reason that I'll return back to UWF is when my man John Cena has a match with Roman Reigns on Revolution that when I could be back on UWF network.
Kayla Braxton: Well I can assure you that I did not mean it that way. I'm sure you are very
Capable of beating Roman Reigns but I just wanted your comments on the match and how you feel. Obviously you are very confident--
John cuts her off...
John|Cena: Yo girl a match is a match,
of course I'm confident I hold the strap!
For Roman Reigns the pain will be forever felt,
and then for him all the new cards can be dealt.
He'll need new plans, new rules, new ideas,
Cuz I'll beat him down to where he asks Yo what the deals?
inside that ring I am one angry MF'er,
Taking on these chumps who are merely half steppers,
I damn well know that he's got to be jealous 'n' crazy,
Because it's pretty damn obvious nwn is all about me!
Broken Bones and sore bodies are somewhat of a gift,
because after this he'll be needing a facelift!
I"ll smash in his face with my solid steel chain,
As top of the UWF I still will reign.
He will feel fear when he steps up to John C,
Because I can ruin his career for all eternity!
Excess was incredible, so so sad..
Things will soon change and be not so bad.
So if you don't understand what I'm trying to say,
next Wednesday night Revolution will be John Cena day!
Kayla Braxton: Well John you are sure that you will win as it seems and I want to wish you
the best of luck!
John|Cena: Luck? Luck? Yo girl I ain't gonna need no luck when I go into the ring on Revolution to Face Roman Reigns.
Kayla Braxton: Well he is a very big man, very strong. you got to admit he is going to
be a challenge.
John|Cena: Sure everyone is a challenge until you got them figured out. And know
what? I got Roman Reigns figured out. He isn't going to be a problem, at least not a big enough one that I can't overcome on Revolution. Sure he may toss me around a bit at the beginning but once I get a feel for the way he wrestlers then it's all clear for me, watch out because he will for sure feel what it's like to get bitch slapped, beat the hell out of, and pinned one, two, three! That's when The Tribal Chief is Over! no more credits and it's all gone to hell for Roman reigns, he can't restart, he can't rest, and he can't try and try to revamp himself because after he suffers
defeat next week he will have to face the locker room of doubters of John Cena. They will all
laugh their asses off at him because he lost to as others put it a 'rookie who doesn't deserve
the UWF title' and well that's just what they think! So, Roman Reigns how are you going to feel when you get humiliated? You will get beaten by nobody, a little punk who won't keep his mouth shut and can't even live up to your expectations as a Champion! to all the boys in the back, and to all the ladies with nice racks, John C. is the UWF Champion yo, and I'm gonna
prove why next week and make Roman Reigns shout like Charlie Brown, DOH!
Cena and Eve Walks off up the steps as the crowd cheers in the arena. We head back up to the announce table!
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!
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
VS 
DING DING DING
The bell rings but Randy just stands there staring at Seth, licking his lips just thinking about what he's about to do. Seth doesn't seem too bothered by this and walks right up to Orton, getting in his face. Randy turns away with a smile before immediately going for the RKO! Seth pushes him away towards the ropes and Randy comes off them right into a Jumping Knee Strike from Seth. Randy falls backwards into the corner and so Seth runs up to him, jumping onto his knees and flipping him back with a Monkey Flip. Orton arches his back in pain but rolls over to his hands and knees, seeing the end already, Rollins rushes forward for the Curb Stomp but Orton dodges just in time! He gets to his feet right away and grabs Seth in a side headlock. Rollins backs up and pushes Orton off the ropes. Seth readies himself but Orton hands onto the ropes instead of bouncing off them. Rollings runs over and Orton sends him up and over with a Back Body Drop to the floor!
Rollins ends up landing on his feet and picks and Randy's ankle causing him to fall forward before dragging him out of the ring. He then throws the Legend Killer into the barricade and gives him a few punches to the head for good measure. Rollins is feeling himself and he looks out into the crowd. Fan are cheering but something catches his attention higher up. In a sky box is none other than Bray Wyatt. He's all smile and he waves to Seth.
Tom Phillips: Is that Bray Wyatt?
Mauro Ranallo: The UWF Champion looms over the arena like the his presence looms over the entire UWF roster.
Corey Graves: People may claim top be unaffected by him but there's a reason more and more names keep getting added to his wall.
Seth is yelling out some words and pointing at Wyatt but Randy catches him off caught with a right to the stomach. The wind gets knocked out of him and he turns away but Orton grabs him from behind and throws him shoulder first into the steel ring steps! The sound rings throughout the arena and Wyatt puts his hand to his mouth with a worried look on his face. Randy grabs Seth's arm and places it between the steel ring post and the steps. He takes a step back before kicking the steps and squishing the hell out of Seth's arm. Rollins cries out in pain and Orton simply picks him up and tosses him back into the ring, following him in to make the cover.
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2 . . .
Rollins kicks out! Randy sits up on his knees and looks up, noticing Wyatt. He smiles and a gives him a wave, Wyatt waving back at him. Orton rises up, bringing Seth along with him. He wraps his arm around his neck and leans his back over his, setting up for that backbreaker but Rollins uses his core strength to flip over and land on his feet. He hits Randy with a Standing Dropkick that staggers him back a few paces. Rollins then runs to the ropes and comes back at Randy but Orton catches him with a Powerslam! He stays on him for the pin.
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2 . . .
Rollins kicks out! Randy backs away to the corner and holds the ropes leaning forward. He's hearing those voices in his head as he mumbles to himself. Rollins rolls over onto his knees and is trying to pick himself up. Randy looks up to Bray and smiles before taking off for the Punt Kick! Rollins turns away from the kick just in time and manages to grab Orton in a backslide! Seth's arm is too hurt to really keep him in place so before he can get a 1 count, Randy flips all the way over and both men rush to their feet. Rollins kicks him a side kick to the gut and readies him for a a powerbomb. He struggles but he's able to keep Randy up with most of his weight focused on the non injured side. He runs with Randy and throws him into the corner for the Buckle Bomb! The Viper falls out of the corner to his knees where Seth finishes him off with the Avada Kadavra! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
Orton kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Seth looked deep within and found the strength for that outburst but that may have been his last chance.
Mauro Ranallo: Especially considering that The Viper can always strike our of nowhere.
Rollins backs up and watches as Randy turns over and starts to pick himself up, he's setting up for a Curb Stomp when the lights start to flicker. Seth turns away and looks up towards Wyatt who has his arms open laughing. Seth leans on the ropes and yells at the UWF Champion unaware of what's going on behind him. Heyman rushes over and tries to tell Seth to turn around but Seth is busy looking at Bray. He finally turns around and when he does, Randy Orton cracks his skull with a steel chair!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, Seth Rollins!
Seth is laid out but Orton isn't finished. He brings the chair down onto Seth's ribs causing him to turn over. He once again slams it down on his back. Randy then throws down the chair and moves it under Seth's face. He looks up towards Wyatt and points at him before slowly bringing Seth back up and gives him an RKO on the chair! Seth is down and blood comes pouring out of his head. Randy smiles and slithers away as officials come out from the back and tell him to get away. Wyatt can be seen laughing from atop the skybox as the show comes to an end.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Gresham vs Conway - Fauche
Wyatt vs Abyss, WARHORSE vs Galloway - Dresden
Sonya vs Sydal, Piper vs Punk, Rollins vs Orton - Danny
