Revolution 5/5/21

[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: Without the Prime Time Medal on the line, Drew Galloway will take on Seth Rollins.

Mauro Ranallo: AJ Styles will mix it up with Rob Conway.

Corey Graves: In non-title action, CM Punk will square off with Rey Mysterio.

Tom Phillips: John Cena and Abyss will do battle.

Mauro Ranallo: Roddy Piper and WARHORSE will square off.

Corey Graves: And in our non-title main event, Bray Wyatt and Randy Orton will clash but first, a very special announcement from UWF's newest signee.




The Drum beats are heard around the arena, and the crowd know what it signals as the camera pans around showing the fans in attendance are on their feet and the chanting begins, Gold-berg.. Gold-berg.. Gold-berg.. The Man bursts through the curtain and appears on the stage as his pyro spew all over his body. Goldberg marches down the ramp with a look of intensity in his eyes, stopping half way to momentarily soak in the atmosphere.



He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron before stepping into the ring and moving to the ropes, putting one foot on the bottom rope he pushes down on the top one and looks out towards the crowd. He hops back down and signals for a mic which he receives, and he begins his address.

Goldberg: First and foremost, I would like to thank the UWF powers-that-be for having the wisdom to bring credibility back to the UWF. I am that credibility, the new face of the UWF. I am not about catchphrases. I am not here to entertain you. What I am is a dominant, ruthless and legitimate athlete who will carry the UWF banner for years to come. A champion of champions. For those of you who do not believe me, let’s take a look at the impact I made on my return to the UWF two weeks ago on Revolution.

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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!

Goldberg: Sunday May 23 is Backlash. I am looking forward to this event for many reasons. It is my first PPV back here in the UWF and that is important because that also makes it the first PPV of a new era for this company, my era. The era of Bill Goldberg. So, you can forget about everything else, the UWF Championship. Meaningless. I am the main event now.

‘The Man’ smiles and there are some grumblings from the fans in attendance they are not too sure of what to make of that statement.



Goldberg: Oh, come on, you know that it is true. That is the reason that the UWF signed off on the bumper contract to bring me back here. This company needed me to bring back credibility to the UWF and they were very generous in making that happen. And boy do I have some perks. Like complete creative control, you won’t be seeing Bill Goldberg stepping in the ring with guys like, I dunno, Rob Conway anytime soon, no matter how much he runs his mouth in an attempt for me to make him relevant. In fact, when it comes the Revolution I will show up when I want, how I want. I’m not going to be another one of Carter’s puppets on the string like everyone else in the back, that’s not happening. And when I do show up, like tonight I arrive in style, I fly in and out of the state on a private jet, I am chauffer driven to and from my home and the arena in private limousines. And I’m on the big bucks too. I am the highest paid person employed by this company, by a long shot, with a few handpicked clauses to boot. No one can be paid more than I am, I really liked that one. And also, I am ineligible to receive any fines either. I do what I want, when I want.

The fans really don’t like that and are making their voices heard, an ‘Ass-hole’ chat starts doing the rounds, it’s deafening. ‘The Man’ not deterred in the slightest interjects.


Goldberg: You know, I really don’t care what you say or think about me. Not one iota. Let’s be clear the only reason you are all here tonight is because I was announced to be making an appearance. Hell, you guys paid for the piping hot streak that was waiting for me in my private dressing room when I arrived at the venue.

More boos are directed towards the ring, which Goldberg just completely ignores before sarcastically applauding.




Goldberg: I digress. At Backlash it will be no holds barred and Bill Goldberg will fight AJ Styles. It will be the biggest icon that this company has ever seen verses the biggest serial looser it has ever employed, a guy who really is that delusional that he goes around calling himself the face that runs the place.

Goldberg scoffs

Goldberg: At Backlash I prove that AJ Styles is a fraud and I show the world that Bill Goldberg is everything that I say that I am, all that hype and so much more. However, before I am able to do that, I have some bad news. You see this afternoon before I arrived here my personal attorney had the opportunity to go over a few things on my behalf and he has advised me that despite the match at Backlash scheduled to be a no holds barred fight that should AJ Styles suffer any irreparable damage and some other medical jargon which basically means if he gets seriously hurt, which is a forgone conclusion by the way, that yours truly would be liable to be sued and not only that I could be pursued for criminal action. Can you believe that!? So, I am here to tell everyone that the match at Backlash cannot go ahead.

There are venomous boos being directed towards the ring at Goldberg. ‘The Man’ has a smirk on his face as he reaches for his back pocket and pulls some documentation.

Goldberg: Calm down for a minute I’m not finished. The match at Backlash can not go ahead unless AJ Styles comes out here and signs this document which has been prepared by my attorney. Now what this right here is, is a waiver, a legally binding document which basically states that I can not and will not be held accountable for my actions and what happens to AJ Styles at Backlash. I can tell you that everything with this is above board, my attorney worked tirelessly putting this together and he is pretty good at his job as I am sure you had gathered by now from my contract.

More abuse is hurled in the direction of ‘The Anomaly’ which he appears to be just thriving off at this point.

Goldberg: I hate to have to go down this route I really do but I need to protect my assets. AJ Styles is the kind of guy who would file a lawsuit and then happily leach off me for the rest of his career like he has been leaching off the UWF for years. I will not compete at Backlash if he does not sign this document right here, right now.




Goldberg: So AJ if you have the balls get your ass out here and sign this damn contract or are you going to….

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.



AJ continues down the ramp and starts motioning for a microphone until he’s granted one. He then climbs up on the ring apron and raises it to his mouth as his music fades out to silence.



”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Am I going to what, sit back there and tremble and the booming rasp of your voice and lose control of my bowels and bladder out of fear? Sure that seems like the most popular scenario in your rhetoric about me but the likelihood of it happening is, quite frankly, as likely as me splashing water on your head and grass coming out like you were a Chia Pet, it’s a scenario that amuses one of us but isn’t going to happen. Because when it comes to you, there’s nothing to fear. All this hype I’ve heard about how devastating your Spear is and honestly, I think it only hurt because of the pain I was already in from the match I’d just competed in. Not to give Seth Rollins more credit than he deserves but yeah, you scraped the scraps off of someone else’s plate and have been bragging about how hungry you were, you targeted someone at their most vulnerable and you think that makes you powerful as well as those other buzzwords you like to use, credible and dominant. And sure, it’s what predators do to prey but you getting one little bit of offense off doesn’t make me your prey. If anything, it makes you a coward. You knew I was pissed off so your mentality was strike first. Very Cobra Kai of you, Bill.

But boy have you lost any goodwill you got with these people from doing that to me. It takes a real peckerhead to make them boo someone more than they do me so hey, you might not have it in the ring anymore but you can still string together sentences well enough to work a crowd. They’re like unsheared sheep though, it’s easy to pull the wool over their eyes. Me, on the other hand, you aren’t working me. I get it, you’re a Jew, so wanting to make sure nothing happens to your money or material things comes as naturally as breathing but I can assure you, I’m not worried about getting hurt at Backlash and if I did get hurt, there’s nothing you have that I want. So rest your egg head, Billy Hatcher, you’re getting paid for this ass whooping you’ve got coming to you.

Goldberg: Sign the contract.



AJ just continues to stare down Goldberg from the apron, ‘The Anomaly’ is visibly getting pissed off and his tone of voice confirms this fact.







Goldberg: SIGN THE DAMN CON….



Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA!!!



With ‘The Man’ mid-sentence AJ Styles propels himself up onto the ring ropes and flies towards Goldberg connecting, cleanly with the phenomenal forearm, he connects with such ferocity that not only does it take his foe off his feet, but it also causes a huge gash above the eye which instantly begins seeping with blood.



Tom Phillips: Oh my, Bill Goldberg has been busted wide open by Styles!



Corey Graves: Here we go!!



AJ picking up the waiver signs it and then tosses towards Goldberg, but ‘The Man’ is up! A tad dazed, his face a shade of crimson and very obviously pissed off. He takes AJ’s legs from under him with a takedown and starts to relentlessness fire away at ‘The Demi-God’ MMA ground and pound style with a number of very stiff rights and lefts connecting to the mid-section of AJ and then a vicious elbow hitting and jacking the jaw. AJ counters, rolling onto the mount position and begins to fire away with some shots of his own, a handful connecting to the side of the skull of ‘The Man’ who is trying to cover up to protect himself.



Corey Graves: What has AJ done!



Tom Phillips: Goldberg and Styles going at it.



One, two, three, four referees slide into the ring and are all over the two men trying and failing miserably at separating them. More officials come piling out from the back, producers and runners as well as AJ continues his mount on Goldberg. There are nine backstage personal all over the two men, pulling at Styles, it is difficult to see what is happening in the melee.



Mauro Ranallo: Look at this security now making a beeline for the ring.



Corey Graves: It may take everyone in the arena to get these two apart.



The ring is absolutely filling up with officials and security now you would think we were mid-Rumble the number of bodies in the squared circle. Somewhere in the sea of humanity is Goldberg and Styles but all we can see in the hoards of men pulling and dragging at the two competitors who are both now to their feet, swinging wildly at each other as they are desperately being pulled apart. We start to get a parting of the red sea as the two men are dragged off on another, each held back by between 12-15 officials who guide each man to opposing corners. We can see both Goldberg and AJ Styles have not taken their gaze away from one another.



Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God! Look out!!



Tom Phillips: Here comes Goldberg again, going after Styles.



Goldberg has broken away from the hoard holding him back and hurtless towards Styles, diving through the area practically over the men holding him back and connect with another right arm as he tries to get his hands on his Backlash opponent. It is pandemonium as all the officials and security again rush to separate the two men, we see AJ is swinging wildly in the direction of Goldberg. And again, they are able to drag Goldberg away and into the opposite side of the ring to Styles. Officials can be heard telling ‘The Man’ to calm down we get a close shot of AJ in the opposite corner, he is smiling but his mouth is full of blood, there is a gaping cut in his top lip.



Corey Graves: Oh, look at AJ, his face is a mess. You do not provoke Bill Goldberg and get away with it.



Tom Phillips: I don’t know about that Corey. AJ came down here and he brought the fight to Goldberg, he drew first blood.



Mauro Manallo: Styles wants more!



AJ Styles has come bursting out of his corner now, escaping the grip of all the men holding him back and dives towards Goldberg swinging manically with his rights and lefts. Styles takes Goldberg off his feet again, ‘The Man’ caught off guard, but before any further damage can be caused again the officials are all over the scene like a tramp on chips dragging ‘The Demi-God’ back. Bill Goldberg is fuming as the blood trickles down his face and the fans are going crazy, this are loving the confrontation though they want to see more as a ‘Let them Fight’ chant begins to break out. Both men down are being physically pinned in opposing corners by the mass of humanity which is in the ring to keep them apart. It looks like it is over, as both men continue to stare on another down but no, Goldberg again breaks free and makes another beeline towards Styles.



Tom Phillips: Again, Goldberg going after Styles and oh my what a right hand by ‘The Anomaly’



Corey Graves: Someone need to get control here or these men won’t make it to Backlash.



Dozens and dozens of officials continue to try and separate the two men. Goldberg on top of Styles this time being dragged back. Both men are trying to tear each other apart, it is an absolute brawl. The officials, and security manage to drag Goldberg while he is on the floor under the bottom rope and out of the ring. AJ is smirking in the ring as he spits out a mouth full of blood. Goldberg is pinned on the outside against on of the barriers, he stares into the ring towards a smiling AJ Styles. Goldberg starts to smile himself as the UWF personnel start to usher him back up the ramp, AJ continues looking on as we start to fade out and move 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, the UWF Intercontinental Champion, CM Punk.

There's an unmistakable, underlying annoyance in her tone as Punk walks into the shot. The Champ looks to be a little bit on edge as well, with his brow furrowed and features hardened.

Young: Punk, thanks for joining me this week.

There some passive aggressive emphasis punctuating her greeting. It isn't lost on Brooks.

Punk: Yeah, I know. I know. My bad. I snubbed ya last week but you get it, right? I had to get ready for my match against Piper. That guys a living legend. And you know the extra bit of practice was worth it because I just ran through him like a hot knife through butter. Besides, Joe's not a bad stand in, right?

Renee looks over his shoulder, noting the Submission Machine's absence.

Young: Speaking of, where is your partner in crime tonight?

The Chicagoan lets the little slight slide, shrugging off the question.

Punk: Probably found somewhere quiet to read or study. He's got on of those language apps on his phone - Rosetta or Babbel or whatever. Did you know he's learning Mandarin? Like, for fun? Just full of surprises, that guy. But yeah, no. He's not here. We're not attached at the hip. I'm not his boss or anything like that. It's only important he's around when it's important, ya know?

Young: Like when you're defending the title?

Another pointed question. This one pierces Punk, knocking some wind out of him - so much so that he has to pause while calculating a measured response.



Punk: Yeah... aha... right. Exactly. But hey, let's forget about all that for a minute, huh? Wrestlemania's in the rear-view, Backlash already feels like old news and its still weeks away. Let's talk about tonight.

Young: Fine by me. You're facing off against Rey Mysterio - the reigning Television Champion - for the first time in Revolution history.

Brooks cuts her off.

Punk: Sure seems like a big deal, doesn't it? Almost like a pay-per-view caliber match. A main even, at the very least. Shit, what good's a "TV" Champ if he can't even headline a "TV" card?

Young: I'm not quite sure I follow that logic. Still, you've got to be excited to mix it up against a talent like Rey, right? You've been saying for months how you're here to compete against the best in the world.

Punk: Uh-huh. And in lieu of any actual ranking system, the majority has decided that the three singles division champions for this brand are more or less the top dogs. The two of us who could actually be classified as wrestlers are squaring off on the undercard while the freakshow master of smoke and mirrors is set to close out the night with his latest charade.

But we'll save my exposing of Bray Wyatt for the biggest fraud in company history for another time. Because tonight? Tonight I've got Rey Mysterio. Booyaka. It's like you said, I oughta be thrilled to mix things up with a legend like him. On paper, it looks great. Except I haven't forgotten the Cartel days. I remember the loaded knee brace. And now? Now I see him carving his way through all these contenders, one at time, setting himself up to go on another record-shattering run, impressing even his most cynical critics with that never-say-die schtick while I'm here justa' recollecting that it all comes with the caveat "by any means necessary".

That's who Rey Mysterio is. Not the plucky underdog, and certainly not our resident superhero. I may be the one person on the roster who'll never underestimate Rey because I see him for what he is - ruthless. How else could a man with all his natural shortcomings achieve so much? I don't hold it against him. I'm not surprised or angry - just wise to the act. So yeah, cool, we get a champ versus champ bout between two amazingly talented athletes but don't expect a mat classic here. All you're going to see is him exhausting all his best shots and dirtiest tricks and me stuffing all of them because I see it all coming. Whether this story ends with a GTS or the Anaconda Vise depends on what kind of mood I'm in at the time.

It's all Renee can do to stop from rolling her eyes at the arrogance. Ever the professional, she moves on to the next question.

Young: Do you think a win following a strong performance might set you as a future contender for the Television Title?

Punk: What? Jesus, no. I hope not. I've already gotta drag one of these hunks of trash through customs every week. I'd had to be stuck with another. My beating Rey will emphasize the meaninglessness of his belt but so what? That's the unspoken truth around here - that he's the bronze medalist. I have no illusions about mine being silver. And that may sound like a compliment to Bray but trust me, it isn't. And after WARHORSE... after Galloway... let's say right around Summerslam... I might just have to head on back to that main event and show everyone that this town's only big enough for one "champion" - one "Best in the World".

Brooks turns and winks at the camera before heading off in the other direction. Young wasn't done yet, but she's not about to chase him down to listen to him run his mouth some more. After she signs off, Revolution continues elsewhere.






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



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

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




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.


VS


DING DING DING


Cena runs right up to Abyss and starts unloading with punches, not backing down from The Monster. Abyss is surprisingly overwhelmed by the assault and simply shoves Cena away. Cena comes running right back at him but a Big Boot knocks him off his feet! Cena sits up looking like he's seeing stars and Abyss grabs his head from behind with both hands, putting him in a claw like vice grip. He squeezes Cena's head, hoping it'll pop like a pimple. He uses his strength to lift Cena up to his feet, claw like grip still cinched in but Cena reaches back and grabs his head, falling down into a jawbreaker! This breaks Abyss' grip and Cena runs at him, clotheslining him out of the ring!


Tom Phillips: This match has gotten off to a fast start.

Mauro Ranallo: John Cena has been on a losing streak and he needs a win badly. Defeating Abyss could put him right back where he wants to be.

Corey Graves: Too bad he's going to show Cena just why exactly he's called The Monster.


Abyss gathers himself on the outside but Cena runs to the ropes and hits him with a Suicide Dive! The crowd is wow'd by the risk Cena is willing to put himself through. He grabs Abyss and throws him head first into the steel ring post! You can hear the crack as Abyss' face its the pole but Cena isn't nearly done with him. He picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Abyss is trying to get up but Cena jumps over him to hit the Throwback! Abyss goes down and Cena looks around before throwing his hand up in the air! He bend over him and gives him the "You Can't See Me" taunt except Abyss reaches up and grabs his throat! The Monster sits up and gets back to a vertical base, hoisting John Cena up and slamming him back down with the Chokeslam! He makes the pin!



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Cena kicks out!


Tom Phillips: And just like Abyss is back in control.

Corey Graves: I told you, he's called The Monster for a reason.

Mauro Ranallo: In movies, monsters can be killed but Abyss is more like a supernatural force, just tearing through his opponents.

Tom Phillips: Certainly makes his matchup with Drew Galloway at Backlash interesting.


Abyss grabs Cena and picks him up, hoisting him up onto his shoulders in a torture rack. He walks with him to the middle of the ring before dropping for the Shock Treatment! Abyss cringes up and rocks back and forth while Cena rolls to the ropes. Abyss rises once more and walks over to John pulling him up the ref tells him to let go since he's in the ropes. Abyss shoots him a glare and it makes him back off. The brief distraction however gives Cena the opening to fire back with some shots to the midsection. He goes up high with punches to the head before whipping Abyss into the ropes. Abyss reverses and sends Cena instead, Cena bounces off the ropes and comes back with a shoulder tackle. Abyss gets back up right away only to get taken down with another. He pops up a third time and takes a wild swing that Cena ducks, grabbing him from behind and hitting the Protobomb! He lifts his hand up in the air again.


Tom Phillips: Cena going back to the well.

Corey Graves: He's an idiot if he thinks this will work.


Cena bends over him and once more does the "You Can't See Me" taunt, this time running away scot free. He comes back to hit the Five Knuckle Shuffle and patiently waits as Abyss gets back to his feet. The Monster ends up walking right into his arms as Cena lifts him up onto his shoulders. Abyss comes to life and wiggles free, falling behind him and shoves him into the ropes. Cena bounces off of them and comes running right into Abyss waiting arms for the black Hole Slam! Abyss makes the pin.



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




Father James Mitchell comes into the ring and raises Abyss' hand. Cena is checked on by officials as the show moves on.




The camera fades in, walking down the hall, and up to the Warhorse sitting around on a backstage travel box. Higher spirits than usual, a clear spark of metal inside of the man rattling around there.



WARHORSE: I DON’T WANT TO HEAR FROM PEOPLE HOW IT WAS BACK IN THEIR DAY ANYMORE, THE WARHORSE IS DONE WITH IT. PEOPLE ARE SO STUCK ON THE IFS AND HOWS OF GETTING THEIR NEXT PAYDAY THEY NEVER NOTICE THAT THEY FELL OFF. PEOPLE GOING FOR A RUN, ONE TO TOP ALL MASSIVE ACHIEVEMENTS, AND THEN TAKE THEIR BALL, GO HOME, THEN COME BACK LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. THE WARHORSE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE TO CALL OUT THAT BULLSHIT, SINCE I’M SURE THOSE OLD HEADS ALREADY KNOW THE STUNT OF THEIR WAYS.

NO, I’M SURE THEY KNOW, JUST IT’S THE ONLY GODDAMN THING THEY CAN FALL BACK ON TO GAIN THAT CREDIBILITY, THE COURAGE, THE PASSION, THE PURE MACHISMO BACK TO THE TABLE. YET IT DOESN’T EXIST, AND BROTHER, THERE’S NO WORTH SELLING SOMETHING THAT AIN’T EVEN THERE. I MEAN HELL, IS THE WARHORSE THE ONLY DUDE ON HIS FIRST RUN OUT HERE IN THIS UWF PLAYING FIELD? I MEAN THEY COME OUT FROM UNDER THE ROCKS, CRAWLING OUT HUNTING FOR SCRAPS. GODDAMN, SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOMP ‘EM OUT IF YOU FEEL WHAT THE WARHORSE IS SAYING.

The Warhorse nods his head as he implies the viewer is catching along to the Warhorse’s little drift of momentous talk.

I DON’T EVEN NEED TO NAME NAMES, JUST LOOK AROUND AND TRY AND FIND SOMEONE WHO ISN’T A RELIC OF THE PAST. YOU’D STRUGGLE. HARD. THAT LOCKER ROOM I STEP INTO WITH THE DUDES WHO FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT? HELL THEY’VE ALL GOT A BIT OF THE SHAWN MICHAELS LIMP ON GOING ABOUT. THE MAN I FACE TONIGHT, RODDY PIPER, HE’S ONE OF THEM, BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE, THE MAN I CHASE, AND THE MAN I’LL BEAT, CM PUNK, HE IS TOO.

THEY’LL BE LEFT BEHIND BY THE HANDS OF THE WARHORSE. TONIGHT, RODDY PIPER GETS A FOOT UP HIS ASS SO DEEP IT’LL TURN HIM INTO A HUMAN KEBAB. AND FOR PUNK?! HIS TIME IS TICKING DOWN, FAST.

QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS, OLD TIMER, I’M COMING TO GET YA.

The Warhorse pauses.

AND THERE AIN’T A DAMN THING THAT’LL STOP THE 10000000 HORSEPOWER DRIVEN TRAIN GOING RIGHT ON UP TO THE TOP. BOTTLE UP MY DUST BECAUSE IT’LL BE WORTH MILLIONS WHEN YOU’RE BEHIND IT!

The Warhorse smiles as we fade.






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.



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

Forgoing his usual entrance, Rey Mysterio ends up coming out from the back on a brand new mini bike. He rides down the ramp and around the ring as Chimel announces his introduction.

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

Rey parks the bike right by the ramp and climbs into the ring, raising his Television Championship, proudly displaying his title unlike Punk.


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DING DING DING


Mysterio points to his mini bike and tells Punk "Pretty cool huh?" to which make sarcastically claps. Samoa Joe meanwhile walks over to it and straight up kicks it over. Rey yells at him but Punk blindsides him with a running forearm to the back of the head! From there Punk drops onto him and grabs him, giving him a few muy thai knees. Rey scrambles away and rolls out of the ring. He walks backwards right into Joe causing him to slowly turn around. Punk is distracting the ref and Joe levels Rey with a forearm of his own before tossing him back into the ring. He's crawling on his hands and knees and Punk walks over, bringing him back up and hitting the Punk-Handle Piledriver! He makes the pin!



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Mysterio kicks out!


Corey Graves: About time Rey Mysterio got a taste of his own medicine. F*** The Cartel!

Tom Phillips: Corey! I hope the censors got that.

Mauro Ranallo: He may be in a bad place right now but if anyone is crafty enough to know the ins and outs of a numbers advantage, it's Rey Mysterio. I'm sure he'll formulate a plan.

Corey Graves: Well he better do it quick because I think Punk's ready to end this.


Punk has picked up Rey and places him on his shoulders. He lifts him up for the GTS but the Television Champion pops up and sends Punk stumbling forward with a Hurrincanrana! Punk trips forward and falls onto the middle rope. Rey rushes to the ropes and comes back looking for the 619! Punk ducks it causing Rey to spin all the way around. Punk pops back up and kicks Rey in the gut before lifting him up and turning him towards the ropes, bouncing him off them for the Slingshot Suplex! He floats over to make the pin!



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Mysterio kicks out! Punk picks Rey up and lifts him straight up into the air. Showing off his "strength" he releases one arm and shows off his muscles. Rey however shifts his weight and ends up falling behind Punk and Dropkicks him in the ass! Punk falls forward once more into the middle rope! Rey runs over right away this time for the 619 but once more Punk gets the better of him by lowering just so slightly to catch Rey on his shoulders! He stands up and has Mysterio in perfect position for the GTS. He throws him up but once more Rey pops up except this time hits the Poisonrana! Punk is spiked on his head and flips backwards onto his knees. He looks out of it and a swift kick to the side of the head knocks him out and Rey makes the pin.



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Punk kicks out! Joe lifts up the mini bike on the outside and yells at Mysterio. He places it on the mat and says he's going to smash it. Rey runs at him though and dropkicks the bike right into his face! Joe goes down and Mysterio yells "I'll just get a new one" before he turns back to Punk. The Intercontinental Champion is getting to his feet and as Rey comes towards him, he headbutts him in the gut! Rey falls to a knee and Punk grabs his arm, twisting it behind him to nail the Devil Lock DDT! Punk looks like he's going to make the pin but he sees Joe down on the floor. He gets up and walks over to him and asks what happened. Joe says he's fine and to get back to Mysterio. Punk obliges and walks over to Rey. He bends down to pick up Mysterio but the Television Champion catches him with an inside cradle!



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




Tom Phillips: He did it!

Corey Graves: What a cheat! Once Cartel scum, always Cartel scum!

Mauro Ranallo: Rey Mysterio has found himself with a bit of a winning streak in recent months. His matchup with Rob Conway and Jonathan Gresham will certainly be an interesting one.


Rey rolls out of the ring right away and takes his title, leaving through the crowd before Punk or Joe can retaliate. Joe throws the minibike up the ramp in frustration as the show moves on.




The scene opens with Randy Orton standing backstage looking at the titantron. He turns around to look at the camera.



Hi UWF Universe, Now that you have seen what I have done lately during the past several weeks. And nothing will ever change. As you see, tonight in my match against Bray Wyatt. It isn’t any ordinary normal match between the both of us. It is more than a match. This man doesn’t need a winner or loser. It just needs only one man to come out the winner. You see Bray Wyatt isn’t any ordinary man that you have ever seen in UWF. He has shown that he can play mind games and use trickery to defeat his opponents. He has changed them after defeating him. And all the odds are stacked against me because the UWF Champion Bray Wyatt has never been defeated and he is on a roll. But now things are going to change. As you see, now it's time for the Fiend to meet the Viper. He and I have a lot of history. We both know each other extremely well so that nobody has ever talked about it. You see I had history with Bray and his Wyatt Family in the past. I have defeated him before back in Vince’s company. Now things are different ever since we both joined UWF. We both have acknowledged our past with each other.



But tonight, it isn’t about the past. It is about the survival of the fittest. It is about who is going to come out of this fight. It is a battle between two monsters. One who enjoys pain while the other doesn't fear anything. One hears voices while the other has two personas that are as dangerous as nobody sees hiding his smile. Nobody knows the outcome of this match. The only two people who will know the result of this match is us. Bray Wyatt and I will only know who will come out of this match as the last man standing. It will be the biggest fight that we both will ever have. Nobody will know the consequences of what will become out of it. But I can promise you that neither Bray or I will ever be the same again after tonight.



So Bray Wyatt, you may change everyone who has crossed your path and make them even better. I promised you that no matter what you do will not change me. it will only help me and bring me even closer to achieving my ultimate goal. As you see, like you I have not only defeated my opponents. I have also taken their blood and drink it to help me control my hunger. Yes, their human sacrifice has helped me and made me even stronger. I will name one mortal that has crossed my path and I have helped him become better than ever. His name is Matt Sydal. The poor mortal who has depended on his false hope and belief called “third eye” to win his match. But one he didn’t know that he thought he could defeat me. But he was wrong and it has led to his defeat. Ever since I have defeated him and shown him the ways that I have been taught to become better. He has changed and he has become better. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, I have helped him and he has become a changed man. I help him become a better man. And he hasn't thanked me for that. But soon one day, that will happen.



As for you Bray Wyatt, I hope you are ready. Because tonight, not only you will meet your maker. You will meet the true monster that will defeat you and become the future UWF Champion. So you better shine my precious UWF Championship because I am coming for it and you better be damn sure I am going to take it away from you. When I do take it away from your scrawny hands. And I leave you broken, bleeding and begging for mercy, You will not only bow down to me. You will fall down into a bloody corpse like the rest who have crossed my paths before. And I will get your pure blood the only way I know how and there isn’t a damn thing you can stop me. And I promised you that I will be the last man standing after tonight. The man who has the three letters of the most dangerous move in UWF...RKO. The man who will achieve his ultimate goal of becoming UWF Champion soon is your truly…...Randy Orton.



Randy Orton breathes hard and he licks his lips. Then he closes his eyes and he begins to speak.



Randy Orton: What the hell do you want?



Matt Sydal comes into frame as he stares at Randy and Randy Orton opens his eyes. He turns around to face Matt.



Matt Sydal: I hear you call my name out Randy. You think I am a joke? You think I was making up my belief about the third eye.



Randy Orton: As a matter of fact, I did mention your name. Yes, I honestly believe you are just stupid into believing this third eye bullshit.



Matt Sydal Really?



Randy Orton: Yes, Really. Do you have a problem with that?



Matt Sydal: Yes, I do. How about we have a match at WWE Backlash.



Randy Orton begins to laugh.



Matt Sydal: What is so funny.



Randy Orton stops laughing and he begins to glare at Matt.



Randy Orton: You already know what happened the last time you crossed my path Matt.



Matt Sydal: Oh I remember it clearly and I haven’t forgotten about it.



Randy Orton: So do you absolutely think you can defeat me this time?



Matt Sydal: Yes, I know I can beat you because I have something that you don’t have.



Randy Orton: And what is that something you have that I don’t have Matt?


Matt Sydal: I have the third……



As soon as Matt is about to finish speaking, Randy Orton RKOs him and he bends down to look at him.



Randy Orton: I guess you were ready for that Matt. As for your challenge at WWE Backlash, I accept. You better bring your best because I can promise you that the results will always be the same as last time. And I am going to make sure you feel the pain and beg me for mercy when I get your pure blood at the end of the night. See you at WWE Backlash.



The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton leaving Matt Sydal laying down in pain with a devilish smile.







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 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.

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DING DING DING


The two men circle each other as they meet up in the middle of the ring locking up Piper quickly transitions into a headlock running forwards and jumping and hitting WARHORSE face first into the canvas. Piper gets up to his feet as WARHORSE gets to his feet shaking in anger, WARHORSE shakes it off like nothing happened...


Billie Kay: "WARHORSE more like dead horse amirite Tom..."


Piper quickly rakes at the eyes of WARHORSE as he comes closer, Piper runs to the ropes before shouldering into WARHORSE sending him to his back...


Billie Kay: "You know what Piper reminds me of..."


Tom Phillips: "What Billie?"

Billie Kay: "He reminds me of a fly you know what I mean? I mean he flys around and eats shit but most importantly he annoys everyone. I mean when he is talking it almost is like "Where is that bloody fly" but I realise oh wait it's Piper speaking..."


WARHORSE rolls backwards getting to his feet as Piper is stunned by the resilience of his opponent. Piper goes for an emphatic strike but is beating to the punch as he is scooped up by THE HORSE, WARHORSE twist around slamming Piper into the canvas with power...


Mauro Ranallo: "What a scoop powerslam by WARHORSE onto Piper who looks to be feeling the damage..."

Billie Kay: "I have a serious question... Why does WARHORSE call it the ass ruler?"


Both men get to their feet they look at each other as WARHORSE hypes himself up as both men on their last legs. Piper punches WARHORSE on the cheek as he steps back he goes for another punch to the other cheek staggering WARHORSE, Piper goes for a few more strikes hitting the jaw of WARHORSE...


Mauro Ranallo: "Vintage Piper... What are you doing Billie?"


Piper steps into WARHORSE striking WARHORSE with a high knee to the ribcage of the HORSE goes to his knees...


Billie Kay: "Oi Oi Oi Hey Piper WOO HOO look at me..."


Piper refuses to look at Kay. Billie gets the infamous jacket out from the attendant at ringside, She puts it on...


Billie Kay: "Roddy I do have to say... That this jacket is nice and comfy..."


Piper having enough of Billies shit turns his back to WARHORSE, Piper unaware as he feels a pair of arms wrap around his stomach, Piper has a look of regret as THE WARHORSE powers him up over his head launching him neck first into the canvas with an emphatic German...


Mauro Ranallo: "The neck of Piper taking all the force of the suplex, This isn't good for Rowdy Roddy Piper..."


Piper slowly staggers to his feet holding his neck as WARHORSE makes his way up the corner, WARHORSE shaking like a man on crack as he stalks the wounded Piper like his next hit, WARHORSE jumps from the ropes sending both of his feet into the back of the neck of Piper spiking him into the canvas. WARHORSE flips over Piper not even bothering hooking the legs as he makes the cover...



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!




Billie laughs, having cost Piper the match while WARHORSE heads up the ramp. Billie takes off the jacket and tosses it onto the ground and steps on it before leaving up the ramp as the show moves on.






Paul Heyman: Ladies & Gentlemen; Boys and Girls of all ages; allow me to introduce to you, the first episode of TALKING SMACK!
Last week my client Seth Rollins was poised to get a third notable win in a row until two disgusting things happened: Bray Wyatt showed his dirty face in the arena, and then Randy Orton went ahead and used a steel chair and got himself disqualified. The master of the RKO used a weapon because deep down inside, he knows that he couldn’t win and beat my client fair and square. He knew that he was in over his head and his fragile little shoulders and his defeat was imminent. Randy Orton’s actions were despicable, and his karma will soon be on the way from the Universe in a form that he may not be able to fathom. I pray to the Gods that I’m able to see the damage and carnage that you inflicted on my client get paid back on your flesh tenfold.

Paul clears his throat and slaps his hand on the table for emphasis.

The other repulsive act that should have made viewers from around the world regurgitate in their seats: Bray Wyatt choosing to involve himself in my client’s affairs. The UWF Champion, The Eater of the Worlds, the Face of Fear, the Man of 1,000 truths, the leader of the Trailer park trash association, THE FIEND: it doesn’t actually matter which name or moniker you decide to take on. If you continue to harass my client and interfere in his work, you might as well pencil in the end of your own championship reign.

I don’t think the little circle of demons and pawns you hang with are going to like that, so I’d advise you to stay in the Fun House where you are protected. You aren’t the only man on the roster that can make a joke of the 2021 Royal Rumble Winner. A curb stomp took him out—and two curb stomps put that annoying, red headed, weasel lipped buffoon Sami Zayn on the shelf. It’s the same move that will take out The Fiend if he keeps sticking his demonic nose in our affairs, and that is not a threat, it is a WARNING, and a PREMONITION.

Paul holds his finger up and closes his eyes for a few brief moments.



But speaking of premonitions, tonight my client is going to engage in a war with the self-diagnosed psychopath Drew Galloway. He is a man deprived for attention and a man starving for a chaotic fight and my client is going to give him one. This time when you take on my client, there will not be a red headed lunatic showing his face. There won’t be a shortcut that you can take to steal and add to your cheap list of victories that allow you and your frail ego to sleep. Your muscles and height don’t change the fact that lying dormant in that body is a confused little child just yearning for parental guidance and recognition.

The sins that you have committed in your short little time in the UWF and going to come to fruition tonight and your psychopathic ass is going to have to learn to feel something other than your own selfish wants and desires! Tonight you will feel the collision and force of all the sins and atrocious behaviors you’ve condoled in when SETH FREAKIN ROLLINS drops the hammer on your head and give you the biggest curb stomp of the year. If your brain were wired correctly, you would be trembling in your little boots on the way down that ramp and probably  forfeit before the match starts.

The Universe will not allow my client to have to endure these heinous actions, let this be a fare warning to the three of you: For every action is an equal and opposite reaction. That’s Newton’s third law; for you degenerates, if you can’t understand or fathom what that means—I guess it’ll be clear when my clients boot grinds your head into the mat like a pumice stone on callused feet.



The scene fades to black as Paul Heyman smirks at the screen and Revolution rolls onwards.





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.

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. After he climbs into the ring, Chimel clears out, the Official ensures both men are good to compete and after the formalities are taken care of, he calls for the bell.


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DING DING


Conway and Styles stare each other down from across the squared circle. That typical kick-off buzz that swells with the opening bell is quickly diluted with heavy jeers from the sold-out crowd. The audience can't seem to decide who they, as a collective, despise more. Individual hate chants clash before the people eventually find some synergy. A unanimous "YOU BOTH SUCH" resounds throughout the arena. Rob brushes them off like they don't know what they're missing out on, but you can see it eating away at AJ a little bit. His eyes dart around the building, shooting daggers at all the chumps who'd dare to blaspheme the Demi-God.


Ranallo: Certainly no love lost for these two world-class competitors.

Phillips: I can't say I blame the UWF Universe. Conway has done nothing but run his mouth since he arrived a few weeks ago, and we all know how pompous AJ Styles can be.

Graves: Yeah, they boo, but do you see an empty seat in the arena? Nope. Let they peanut gallery say what they want, deep down, the fans are excited to watch these guys mix it up. How could they not be? AJ Styles is one of the top superstars in UWF history and nobody's riding a hot streak like Rob Conway right now. This is some great match-making from EC3. The genius is just lost on some of these plebs.


Styles marches towards the center of the ring and marks his territory with a firm stance directly under the spotlight. He throws his arms out to the side, busting out that signature pose of his, daring his opponent to step to him. The Conman yawns theatrically and pantomimes checking his watch for the time. This earns a few chuckles from the slightly-less-pro-Styles gang out there. But Rob's not trying to wins the hearts and minds of the masses, only matches, so he comes out to meet Styles.
As was the case last week, Rob extends a gentlemanly hand, offering a sportsmanlike shake to initiate the contest. Unlike Jonathan Gresham, Styles isn't beholden to some honorable code of conduct and so feels no compulsion to stand on ceremony. He swats Conway's hand away. Rob looks down at his rejected right with the disappointment of father reading a flunked report card. That soon develops into agitated aggression, with the Hoosier coming in hot to connect with a forearm shiver.

His elbow clips AJ's jaw, backing the former IC Champ up a step. Styles ducks the follow-up and connects with a succession of strikes to the stomach, punctuating the flurry with a roundhouse strike to the side of the head. His backhand knocks Conway off balance. AJ grabs the back of his neck with a Thai Clinch, using that position to fire some harsh knees right up into Rob's mug. Conway tries to shake him off but Styles holds on tight, hitting a few more knees before finally being pushed away.

Dazed from the headshots and all the more frustrated for it, Conway swings with a wild haymaker, ill-advised but unsurprising from the excessively proud superstar as he hastily tries to make up for some lost ground in the opening moments of the match-up. Swinging for the fences proves a fruitless endeavor. Styles dips out of harms way and then steps behind Conway, hooking his waist before planting him down in the canvas with a snap German Suplex. The Demi-God stunts with an impressive bridge for the first pin attempt of the contest...



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Conway is able to roll himself out before the second hand lands. He bucks his feet out towards his opponent, cutting off any immediate follow-up offense as he scoots himself back towards the nearest corner, desperate to make some space. AJ kips up and once again taunts the recent signee with that classic arms-spread pose.


Phillips: AJ Styles showing how versatile and dangerous he can be, especially when underestimated.

Ranallo: Despite Conway's size advantage, I think a striking battle favours the Phenomenal One, given his time working all those Strong Style brawls in Japan. Corey, what does The so-called "Conman" need to do to get back in the driver's seat here?

Graves: Well first off, let's no forget that Rob has some experience over seas, too. But per your question, Mauro, I think Conway needs to slow this thing down and make it dirty. You're not going to out-hustle, out-fly or out-strike AJ Styles. Conway needs to get in his head, make him second-guess himself wherever possible and the first chance he gets, he needs to get this match out of the ring and to the floor. The more variables that a sly son of a gun like Rob can manipulate in his favour, the better.

Phillips: So you're saying he has to cheat?

Graves: No. Of course not... but... it couldn't hurt.


AJ approaches Rob as he pulls himself up in the corner. Styles clobbers him with a forearm strike, wobbling the Conman and leaving him open for an Irish Whip. When the Georgian tries for that, though, Conway plants his feet and ripcords Styles right back, slamming his knee in AJ's stomach on the way in. With his opponent now doubled over, Conway moves himself away from the corner and pushes the Demi-God into it, hitting some more knees while using the ropes as leverage.

The Official steps in to intervene and Conway backs off. Just as soon as there's some space, however, Conway blows past the third man and gets right back to work. Using his size advantage, he doesn't have too much trouble in lifting AJ up on to the top of the turnbuckle. Winded and wounded, Styles doesn't put up a fight while Rob sits him down on the post. The Conman then climbs the ropes, standing on the intersection of the middle cables. He then reaches around the hook his foe's head under and arm, bends down to grab some trunks, and leans back with hopes of hitting a Superplex.


Ranallo: Conway looking for that Superplex... this could be huge!

Graves: This is exactly what he needs to turn things around.


Feeling himself being lifted up, AJ comes to and reaches down to grab some rope and stop things from getting nasty. Conway yanks back again, but AJ stifles his efforts with a pair of shots to those chiseled abs. Rob's grip is weakened and Styles pulls himself free of his grip, capping off his escape attempt with a headbutt!

The Hoosier tumbles back-first down to the canvas, rolling over himself before scrambling to his feet, instinct more than anything else assisting with the recovery. That proves to be a mistake when AJ catches him coming off the top with a Missile Dropkick! His boots torpedo into Conway's jaw, although landing squarely on his back looks to cause some damage as well. AJ writhes in pain while trying to catch his breath.


Phillips: It has to be noted that AJ's coming into this match following that dust-up with Goldberg earlier on in the night. He can't be one-hundred percent.

Ranallo: Not too mention that he's been through a number of hard-fought battles in the past few weeks, from clashes with Seth Rollins to the UWF Champion, Bray Wyatt.

Phillips: Whereas Conway has more or less just breezed past his competition.

Graves: Yeah but lets not take anything away from guys like Ziggler and Gresham. That just goes to show how good Rob Conway is.


Styles takes a deep breath to get his lungs working right again then crawls over to Conway. He sprawls on top of him to try for another cover...



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Conway kicks out at two! The crowd isn't sure whether they're happy about that or not, so a neutral OLE! chant starts up to make up for the uncertainty. A replay of the stunning aerial maneuver plays on the titantron, during which time AJ slowly finds his way back to his feet. Conway also gets elevated, utilizing the ropes to drag himself to a vertical base. Styles catches his rival in the corner of his eye and looks to get back on the offensive. He dashes towards Rob, only for the Conman to shut him down with a boot to the guts. AJ doubles over and Conway hooks his neck, perhaps looking for the Ego Trip!

The fans pop for the big move tease. AJ disappoints them when he pushes Rob away. Hitting a midsection boot of his own, Styles gets Conway down and in prime position for a Styles Clash! He tucks the brash superstar's head between his legs and can't help himself but to take a second to pose, arms outstretched yet again. This momentary pause gives Rob just enough to recover his strength, so when Styles tries for signature move, he gets sandbagged.

Despite his best efforts to hoist Conway up, AJ can't manage it. Before long, Rob counters, picking the ankles to bring the Phenomenal One crashing down on to his back. The industrious wrassler then tucks those ankles into his arm pits and leans straight back, catapulting Styles face-first towards the nearby turnbuckle!


Graves: Some old school offense from Conway! I like it!

Ranallo: But Styles sticks the landing!


Mauro's right. Styles saves himself from eating a face-full of buckle when he lands on the middle ropes like a friggin cat. He peaks over his shoulder to wait for Conway to become aware and come after him, and the moment Rob charges in, AJ astoundingly backflips over him! Of course the Phenomenal One lands on his feet, graceful as all heck. Not that it matters. Rob comes right back in his direction to take his head off with a lariat!

The force of the blow turns AJ inside out. He flips head-over-heels and then lands in a heap on the mat. Even Conway is taken off balance and off his feet, so dag nasty was the running clothesline. Rob crawls over, flips AJ onto his back, hooks both legs and aims to put this one away...



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AJ gets a shoulder up in time! Conway pulls away and scowls at the Ref, berating him for a slow count. The Official isn't budging on the call so Rob gets back to work. He grabs Styles by the hair and pulls his head back, wrapping his arm around face to sink in a seated Dragon Sleeper.


Phillips: He calls that the Conway Clutch and he's got it in deep!

Graves: It's a challenging submission hold to master but absolutely deadly when applied by a tactician of Rob Conway's caliber. AJ Styles is in deep trouble.


Styles cries out in pain. He reaches blindly for the ropes - his vision obscured by Conway's swole bicep. His gloved fingers feebly fumble around and find no salvation. The bottom cord is too far away. Conway pulls harder, yelling at Styles to just tap out. But AJ ain't about that life!

Rocking back and forth until he has some serious momentum going, Styles somehow manages to fling Conway over so that he's beneath the Phenomenal One. The submission is stymied and Rob's shoulders are pressed down into the canvas. The Referee comes in to count the pin fall...


1...



2...



Conway swings his foot out to catch the ropes! Stripes catches it in the knick of time! AJ groans as he releases the pin attempt and slides off.

The faster of the two to their feet, Conway grabs Styles on the way up and once again tries for that patented Dragon Sleeper. He throws a few elbows into the side of AJ's dome when he meets some resistance. Just when he thinks he's got enough space to slap it on, Styles drops down and takes him out with a single-leg. Rob hopes to scramble away but the Demi-God doesn't catch-and-release. With his opponent's ankle firmly in his grasp, Styles contorts it in all the wrong ways, working an Ankle Lock he picked up from another rival some years ago.

Rob screams out, bucking as fiercely as he can to get free. Styles drops down to grapevine, adding his weight to the problem and making the crawl to the ropes that much more problematic. Conway drags himself ahead, but it's a long way to go. Inch by inch, he pulls both of their masses across the canvas but as AJ twists some more, you can see the fight leave Rob's face with the colour.


Phillips: It looks like Conway's about to pass out!

Graves: While there's something to be admired about refusing to quit, the Conman needs to remember he has a TV Title match coming up soon! He can't afford a serious ankle injury.

Ranallo: He'd better tap out soon, then.


Conway sits up as best he can, tragically stranded mid-ring. AJ further contorts the ankle. The veins in Rob's face are visibly throbbing. His teeth are gritted. Snot and sweat are pouring out of his mug. Just a hot mess. A hot mess indeed. He lifts up his hand, no other recourse now. Styles shouts at him to do it - to submit - to admit who the better man is. That last line cuts deep. You can see it register above and beyond all the agony.

Rob lifts his hand...


Ranallo: It's all over!

Phillips: AJ Styles with the submission win!


No! Rob brings his hand down but not to tap - he thumbs AJ right in the eye!

The fans boo the hell out of him. Hard feelings for AJ not withstanding, they really wanted to see the Conman eat a slice of humble pie. While the Referee admonishes Conway, AJ breaks the hold and rolls away, clutching his eye, unable to see and bewildered by the shock of it.

Conway, meanwhile, gingerly nurses his ankle, taking some extra time to re-lace his boot to tighten things up and make it workable, at least until he can get some real medical attention. Making his way towards the corner, the Hoosier climbs the rope one rung at a time until he's standing again. He tests out putting some weight on the ankle - you can see the nerves searing with the anguished expression on his face, but as he limps ahead, it appears he's just going to have to live with it.


Ranallo: Time will tell how much damage was done to the ankle of Rob Conway. In the meantime, he's back on the offensive.

Phillips: And AJ can't even see him coming.

Graves: It's like I said earlier, this is how Conway wins the match.


Rob approaches his opponent, more than ready to finish this one up. He reaches out, no doubt dead set on nailing an Ego Trip. We'll never know, though, cause Styles, six sense firing up, feels him coming and launches himself back to hit a blind Pele Kick like he's Daredevil or something.

Conway is knocked back by the boot. He's loopy as loopy can be but still standing.

Perfect.

AJ steps through the ropes, doing what he can to blink the blurriness out of his bad eye. He grips the top cable, lining up Conway for a Phenomenal Forearm.


Phillips: Phenomenal Forearm incoming!

Graves: Conway's still wobbly from the Pele. He doesn't even know!


When Conway is in prime position, AJ vaults himself on to the top rope. Right as he's about to spring off, that devious Conway pulls the Referee between them. Styles manages to stop himself from bouncing, doing his best to land on two feet as he slides back down into the ring. Rob, who's feigning concussion symptoms, groggily mumbles at the Official when a warning is administered. The Conman lets go of the Ref with a little push, sending him in Styles' direction.

AJ steps around him to find a miraculously recovered Rob Conway. The Egomaniac straight up boots him in the junk as hard as he can.


Ranallo: Absolutely despicable! Does this man have no shame?

Phillips: The Ref didn't see it![


The fans are booing but they've been booing all match, so the Official isn't even alerted to any funny business. He turns around just in time to see Conway rolling an incapacitated AJ Styles up for the pin. None the wiser, he drops down to count it...



1...



2...



3...



DING DING





YOUR WINNER...
ROB CONWAY!


Conway rolls out of the ring pronto, grabbing his shades off the apron and donning them to make his escape cool as a cucumber. He shuffles up towards the ramp, clutching his ribs while favouring the bad ankle. Despite the bumps and bruises, though, the Conman is sporting a shit-eating grin. The Official isn't sure why he's so quick to leave but soon realizes by the way AJ Styles is still bent over that perhaps some foul play went down.


Phillips: Seems like the Referee is finally figuring it out. It's too late now. Rob Conway stole that win.

Graves: He did what he had to do to get one over on the Demi-God. I for one couldn't be more impressed. Was it pretty? Fair? No! But Conway is here to be the top wrestler in the company and so far, so good. You can't make an ommlete without breaking a few eggs.

Ranallo: Another tough loss of Styles who hasn't had much luck since Wrestlemania. Perhaps his fortunes will turn when he faces off against Goldberg at Backlash.

Phillips: With all the ill-will built up between those two already, I'm sure Styles doesn't need much more motivation but you can practically see the chip growing on his shoulder right now.


Styles is huffing and puffing as he glares a hole through Conway. The Phenomenal Superstar finds the strength to stand, and he goes to lean against the ropes so he can stare down Conway while he leaves. The Conman howls with laughter, pointing up at him before wiping away some feigned crocodile tears. He soon disappears to the back and Revolution continues elsewhere.





The live feed cuts to the backstage area where the Owner of UWF EC3 is standing by.



EC3: Earlier tonight, A few things transpired that have made me add more matches to Backlash. We all saw what Randy Orton did to Matt Sydal and as a result, I've decided to accept the propositioned match and make it official. Randy Orton will take on Sydal at Backlash. Father James Mitchell also came up to me and said his Monster is out for blood. They didn't take too kindly to what happened last week and Drew Galloway is always looking for a fight. So the two will meet once more and this time it will be No Disqualifications.

The fans can be heard popping in the background to the announcement.

EC3: As far as this spat between Bray Wyatt and Seth Rollins, I'm also making that match official. Bray Wyatt will defend the UWF Championship against Seth Rollins. Due to this however, Seth will be ineligible to compete for the Prime Time Medal so the stipulation will be void for tonight. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some contract negotiations to get to with someone special.




DING DING!

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



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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...









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!!!!!!!

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Seth connects with a punch to Drew, then another, and another as he gradually backs his opponent up to the ropes. Once Drew is at the ropes, Seth continues to tee off on his opponent but Galloway catches his fist, prompting Rollins to throw a punch with the other hand but the big man catches that fist too. Drew begins to push Seth back, moving himself away from the ropes, as Seth delivers a kick to the abdomen, then frees his hands from the grip of his opponent and then grabs his wrists as he flips backward, bringing his legs up and catching Drew in the jaw and face as he staggers back into the ropes and Seth lands back on his feet. Rollins charges his opponent now but Drew goes low and throws him over the top rope but Seth pivots around and lands on the apron as he delivers a forearm to the back of Galloway’s head before diving into the ring over him and connecting with a Stunner. Drew is knocked back into the ropes as a rising Rollins tees off with a flurry of punches to the abdomen before connecting with an Uppercut that sends him over the top rope but the big man manages to land on the apron as he grabs Seth by the hair as he tries to run away and pulls him in, delivering a clubbing blow to the side of the head with his other arm before coming over the top rope and planting Seth into the mat with a Bulldog.

Galloway gets up as Rollins starts pushing up with his arms and walks over so that he’s standing at Seth’s head. As Seth starts climbing to his feet, Drew goes to grab his arms but Rollins pulls backward away from him and connects with the Avada Kedavra as Galloway is sent into the opposite ropes. As he comes off of them, Seth charges but Drew manages to stop himself unexpectedly as he kicks him in the stomach, then grabs him and performs a Scottish Whip into the ropes he just came off of. As Seth comes off of them, Galloway catches him and connects with a Black Hole Slam, a clear message to his Backlash opponent. Drew smiles as he whips his head to get his hair out of his face and crouches in the nearest corner as Rollins sits up dizzily and starts climbing to his feet. Once to a vertical base, Galloway is practically salivating but as he goes for the Claymore, Seth sidesteps and Drew ends up hitting the opposite turnbuckle before ending up on his back. Rollins walks over and grabs Drew’s legs, pulling him around when Drew kicks him off and Seth is forced to take a few steps back. Galloway gets up and goes for a Bicycle Kick but as he does, Rollins goes low and then lifts him up, delivering a quick Buckle Bomb into the corner. As Drew comes staggering out of the corner, he takes a swing at Seth who ducks it and slips around behind him as he leaps up and connects with a Backstabber, Drew rocking forward after impact and ending up on his hands and knees as Rollins follows up with the Curb Stomp and goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


NO!

Galloway gets the shoulder up as Rollins creates some distance between them. Drew sits up as Rollins goes for a kick but Drew falls back to avoid it, then kips up and turns, clobbering Seth with a forearm with his left arm, then clobbering him with the right before going low and charging, his shoulder connecting with the abdominal area as he takes Rollins off his feet and drives him into the nearest corner where he begins delivering a series of Shoulder Thrusts. After a few connect, when Galloway pulls back for the next one, Rollins gets his knee up and hits him in the nose, causing him to straighten up to a vertical base and stagger backwards as Seth connects with a Sling Blade. Galloway pops up on impact as Seth comes off the ropes behind him and connects with a Front Dropkick to the kidneys, sending the big man into the ropes in front of him. As Drew stops himself on the ropes, Rollins leaps onto his back but Galloway reaches back and reverses into a Backpack Stunner but holds onto Seth after impact and throws him over his shoulder as he stands up and connects with a Running Powerslam. Drew still holds on as he stands back up, holding Seth over his shoulder still, and falls straight down, delivering a Shoulderbreaker as Seth rolls into a seated position where Galloway slaps on a Full Nelson, pulling him to a vertical base and violently beginning to ragdoll him back and forth.

After a moment of this, Galloway throws Seth forward out of the hold and into the ropes as Seth grabs the top rope and leaps over it onto the apron before launching himself onto the top rope and then at Drew with the Springboard Diving Knee attempt but Galloway bends down and catches Seth on his shoulders, reversing into the Shock Treatment. Galloway grabs Seth now and guides him to a vertical base but keeps him hunched as he grabs him with the Gutwrench. Drew lifts Seth now but as he goes for the Border Toss, Rollins delivers a kick on the transition and manages to reverse into a Curb Stomp! Seth goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Seth Rollins!

As Seth pulls himself up thanks to the ropes, the titantron lights up with a big radiant smile beaming from the face of the UWF Champion who begins to applaud in gleeful amusement. The lights dim to show the tron better as Seth looks around at the darkness spreading around him.



Bray Wyatt: Ya see! I told ya'll he'd be fun! Hahahaha

As Rollins realizes what's going on after his hard fought battle, he focuses on the tron. Once Wyatt sees he's got his attention fully, he waves with a smile on his face.

Hi there, oop sorry...I said that out loud didn't I? Heh Heh well ya see it was my lil game that ended with you being my choice, but you already knew that. I mean, the picture hung up, You were all about Blackouts weren't you? I thought it was pretty darn clever haha, but those days are way gone aren't they? Blackouts were traded in for shiny golden lights that twinkle against the sheen of the steel ramps, darkness switched for big BOO-HOOMING pillars of fire. I tell ya, some of the people in here aren't happy about you using those if ya catch my drift. But ya see, that's what makes us so different. You have moved away from your past in almost a complete 180 of what you were, while I embrace my past. As far as people in my funhouse not being too fond of ya, well I'm afraid the other guys weren't all too sure when I hung up your picture on the wall. That you're not worthy, that it's too early for you, that ya just don't Stack up to what we're looking for as far as Fun around here.

Wyatt shakes his head in sadness, before a smile creeps unto his face.

But I told them, that you wouldn't disappoint, and look at you Hermano. AJ Styles, Drew Galloway, Sami Zayn, these are all people that my internal soul know very well even if they don't think we are connected. And you've stood in front of them and succeeded, man you are gonna be special. Ya see Seth, I can call ya Seth right? I mean we're gonna Really get to know each other very soon so I think it's safe to get all Familiar like with ya. The man I once was, the man who couldn't fulfill everything he was set up to be... He's been fixed. Broken and shattered and rebuilt, and every waking second is a test...A test of what I once was and what I can still become. And if there is one thing about me, it's that After the BIG one...after the Grandaddiest of the Grandaddys...I trip. No matter how good I'm doing, how strong I am, or what name I gave myself. I'd hit the big time and then falter, so I need to test my true being. And that is where you come in, a True test to see if I am truly better than I ever was!

Bray puts his hands on his chest in deep longing before he reaches back and unclasp the title from around his waist and flips it up over his shoulder.

I'm sure though, you didn't really need an explanation. I'm sure in your own world, you've come up with some Devine reason as to why you're next in line. No matter the foe you face, or the situation presented in front of you...I can see that you will stand strong with your head held high in total confidence. You told the man you just beat, that he was a mathematical equation to solve. That's what you do, you solve things rationally and because of that you are able to decipher things quickly. But that's where I'm gonna have to warn ya bud, haha, because I am a riddle you cannot interpret. A conundrum without an answer, so I am Dying to have fun with you my friend but don't think you can step inside the labyrinths of my mind and figure something out about lil ole me. Cause you're gonna get lost in there, and who knows who can help you once that happens.

The screen glitches out with heaps of static as the image changes.

Bray Wyatt: Ya never know just who ya gonna run into in a situation like that man. So go ahead and judge me, that's the problem with every so called God that's stepped to me already. Ya'll think ya can see the cover of the book and know it's contents, immediately figure out everything about E-Very-Thing. But I promise you man, if you could see what Truly lays behind my eyes you would not be standing like you are. You'd be kneeling, Kneeling in a puddle of your own urine. Look up upon me and kneel Seth. Provoke me, and look down towards your feet, and Run.

The screen glitches out again, returning to the funhouse but the static doesn't seem to be getting better.

O̶h̶-̷O̷n̷e̸ more Tt̸H̶ing, we w̴e̴ren't tH̸e̸ ̸o̵n̶ly ones Wat̷c̷h̵ing.

The static finally overruns the titantron, all the lights come back on and the crowd roar in a loud burst. Rollins turns around and is met face with face with The Fiend, who almost seems like he's been standing there the entire time.



The Fiend is looking at Rollins up and down like an animal studying something new, both of them staring off with one another in the center of the ring. The Fiend closes his eyes and tilts his head back, sniffing the air between them. After a moment, his eyes open and he tilts his head to one side. As the Titantron suddenly lights up again with Wyatt shouting loudly.

LET ME IN!

Seth turns instinctively at the loud noise as the lights go out leaving him in pitch black darkness. The lights return and everything is back to normal, as Seth looks around ready to fight before Revolution Moves on.




As Revolution continues, things head backstage where The Will are celebrating.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Woo! Cinco De Mayo, baby!

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore!

Suddenly AJ comes in seething and smacks the sombrero off of Heath’s head.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: So this is where you were instead of out there during my match with Rob Conway, hmm? Well guess what, because of that, I got cheated out of a victory! AGAIN! I am so sick and tired of this crap! Distractions and interference, cheap shots and now low blows, just damnit!

AJ flips over a concession table and then grabs a bottle of liquor from Rhino and throws it against the wall before storming out.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: YOU AREN’T EVEN FREAKIN’ MEXICAN!








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!




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.


VS


DING DING DING


Randy runs back at Bray and starts teeing off with punches to the head followed up by a dropkick that knocks the champion into the corner where he falls to a seated position. Orton walks over and delivers more punches to the head until the ref counts to 4 and makes him back off. Randy does but only goes right back to it, this time with kicks before he flat out chokes the life out of Wyatt with his boot. The Viper is a man possessed and he's not letting dumb things like the rules stop him from having fun. The ref pulls him off and tells him to back away while he checks on Bray. Wyatt is actually laughing and this kind of scares off the ref. He backs away as Bray walks around the ring holding onto the rope but Orton comes over and Clotheslines him to the outside!

Orton follows him out but Bray suddenly grabs him and throws him into the barricade, and then the ring apron, back to the barricade over and over like a pinball machine until Orton falls to his hands and knees on the floor. Bray climbs up onto the apron and gets a big grin on his face. He jumps off for a Senton, even yelling out "WEE!" as he lands on Orton with a sickening thud. You can hear Randy gasping for air as Bray picks him up and tosses him back into the ring, following him in and making the pin.



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2 . . .



Orton kicks out! Bray smiles, happy that he gets more time to play with Randy. He brings him back up but Orton levels him with an uppercut. Bray takes a wild swings at him but Randy ducks it and grabs his head, falling down to his knee to hit the Backbreaker! Randy then kneels over Wyatt and just starts unloading with punches to the head. Wyatt can be heard giggling, his voice vibrating every time he's punched. Even more frustrated now, Orton brings Wyatt back up and grabs him in a front headlock, tossing him through the ropes, trying to hang his feet on them. Wyatt pulls his feet out and lands back in the ring and sends Orton up and over with a Back Body Drop! The Viper hangs onto the ropes and lands on the apron but Bray gives him a back elbow to bring him to a knee. Bray exits out onto the apron as well and casually walks over to him but Orton pops up and hits an RKO on the apron! Wyatt hits hard and he falls out of the ring.



Tom Phillips: RKO outta nowhere!

Corey Graves: And that's just how quick The Viper can strike.

Mauro Ranallo: But The Champion had the wherewithal to fall out of the ring and he's nothing but dead weight.


Mauro is right as Randy rolls off and tries to pick up Wyatt but finds it a difficult task. He struggles but he finally manages to toss Bray onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. He slides in as well and hooks the leg.



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2 . . .



Wyatt kicks out! It appears too much time passed between the RKO and the time it took to pin him. Randy stands back up and simply stomps down on Bray's right foot, moving over to his right arm and stomps on it followed by the left arm and left foot. Bray turns over to his hands and knees and tries to get up. The Apex Predator stalks him from behind but as he comes up on him, Wyatt turns around and takes him down with the Jump Scare Clothesline! Wyatt laughs now that he's back in charge and picks up Randy right away, whipping him to the ropes. Orton reverses and sends Wyatt running instead. Bray bounces off the ropes and gets caught with a Scoop Powerslam! Orton stays on him for the pin!



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2 . . .



Wyatt kicks out! Randy gets frustrated and rolls out of he ring. He digs around underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair, reminiscent on last week.


Tom Phillips: Oh no not again.

Corey Graves: You heard both him and Wyatt in the lead up. They don't care about petty losses and DQs. They're out to hurt people and have fun.


Randy calmly walks over to the steps and climbs them, slowly staring at Bray who has sat up on his knees. He laughs and opens his arms up wide, apparently wanting the chair shot to the head. Randy smirks as he comes through the ropes and casually walks over to Bray. The ref is trying to tell Orton he'll disqualify him but he doesn't care. He slowly raises the chair up high but it's suddenly pulls from behind him and when Randy turns around, he's cracked in the head by Seth Rollins!


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, Randy Orton!




Randy is down but Seth looks at Bray, still on his knees with his arms wide open. He's giving Seth the same invitation but Rollins looks around, thinking it might be a trap. Wyatt falls forward onto his hands and is in perfect position for a Curb Stomp. He's practically begging Rollins to do it and so Seth backs up and drives his head right into the mat! Wyatt is knocked out but he's got a smile on his face. Seth looks at him with a confused look but he doesn't care, Wyatt is out. Heyman has also come down the ramp and walks over to take the UWF Championship, handing it over to Seth. Rollins raises it up high for all to see, a glimpse to the future perhaps as the show comes to an end.





END OF SHOW



Credits

Piper vs WARHORSE - Jye
Galloway vs Rollins - Dresden
Conway vs Styles - Fauche
Abyss vs Cena, Mysterio vs Punk, Orton vs Wyatt - Danny

[Dres]

CINCO DE MAYO/REVENGE OF THE FIFTH EDITION!

Promo wise I really liked the Punk one, but I enjoy everything Fauche churns out as Punk. The WARHORSE one was good, I liked the line about bottling his dust. The one with Orton and Sydal was alright though that match feels like there wasn’t anything else for Orton to do so it was thrown together. The Heyman one was great, but my favorite(aside from the contract signing I was part of) is the Bray one that lead to a Rollins/Fiend face-off. This has arguably had the best build of a UWF Championship match since Bray’s been champ.

Match wise I had writer’s block like mad for Rollins/Galloway but I’m happy with how it turned out other than length. The Conway/Styles match was my favorite, and while it sucks to have my losing streak continue, it was fun to mix it up with Sam again and at least it wasn’t a clean loss so there’s something to work with. Great show overall but man, we need people to take the workload off of Danny. No one should be consistently doing three matches.

[Chase]

Wow, killer opening promo and Paul Heyman promo. Those ones were great. Then Rey adds it more with the Fiend and Rollins promo. Going to be interesting once again to see how the UWF title scene plays out.

Danny thanks for writing my match. Love the mini bike entrance you did too thank you. I was surprised to have won but it's nice to be on a little streak similar to Sam who is one of my opponents. Whoever played Gresham come back please you seemed like a fun challenger.

AJ vs Conway was my match of the night.

Thank you team for all the awesome work and for giving me something to read on slow days at work.

Roll on UWF.

[Evolution J]

May 6, 2021 3:09:23 GMT -6 Dres said:

CINCO DE MAYO/REVENGE OF THE FIFTH EDITION!

Promo wise I really liked the Punk one, but I enjoy everything Fauche churns out as Punk. The WARHORSE one was good, I liked the line about bottling his dust. The one with Orton and Sydal was alright though that match feels like there wasn’t anything else for Orton to do so it was thrown together. The Heyman one was great, but my favorite(aside from the contract signing I was part of) is the Bray one that lead to a Rollins/Fiend face-off. This has arguably had the best build of a UWF Championship match since Bray’s been champ.

Match wise I had writer’s block like mad for Rollins/Galloway but I’m happy with how it turned out other than length. The Conway/Styles match was my favorite, and while it sucks to have my losing streak continue, it was fun to mix it up with Sam again and at least it wasn’t a clean loss so there’s something to work with. Great show overall but man, we need people to take the workload off of Danny. No one should be consistently doing three matches.

I honestly am sorry for the segment with Orton and Sydal, I agree it could have done better. Even though I got a DQ win. I am enjoying the feud between Seth Rollins and Bray Wyatt. Fauche always killed it as CM Punk. I can't wait to see Warhorse and CM Punk fight in the cage match. Rollins match with Galloway was awesome. Both rps got me hooked. Amazing show as always. Rey Mysterio is on a roll. Can't wait to see him face Ron Conway and Johnathan who seem to be AWOL.

I am still looking forward to see who will win between Sonya Deville and Roddy Pipper. I wouldn't be surprised if Jye will be on another winning streak like his other character Sammy Guevera. I can't wait to see who Abyss destroy next in UWF after his feud with Drew is over.

Even though AJ Styles is on a losing streak. He still killed it with amazing promos. Can't wait for his match with Goldberg. Hmm, maybe I should take a break for a little while and write some matches. :scatchinghead:

[George]

Geez, how many times am I gonna mistake a regular ass show for a go home. I need to start asking myself this shit because I saw the card for next week go up and I was like “huh”. Oh well, another week, another dollar out of pocket! Let’s get it small machismos.

Love this opening promo with Goldberg and Styles, has some really nice build towards the match, very linear, very direct, very to the point with not a lot of beating around the bush. Nice.

Joe’s learning Manderin so he can order a Chinese coffin after the Warhorse MURDERS YOU AT BACKLASH BROTHER, AIN’T NO STOPPING THE PURE, HEAVY, INTENSE, RAW HEAVY METAL, BROTHER, BROTHER, BROTHER. Also do love Punk talking down his opponent then getting beat by them, it is glorious.

The UWF needs to hire some better referees, they’re getting fucked over every single match wit these cheaters.

Also has this Seth/Bray thing been happening for a bit? I dunno, I didn’t really notice too greatly to be honest.

[andyf85]

Another great show guys, and Backlash is really heating up right!?

It was fun opening the show with Dresden, very enjoyable writing that segment as we tried to add some intensity to our programme, hopefully you guys enjoyed.

I loved Fauche's promo which followed and in particular the tease for a potential confrontation with Rey's Wyatt at Summerslam. I mentioned a few week back that since getting back involved with the site that Punk and Wyatt are in my opinion the top guys right now so erm, a feud between the two, yes bloody please. 

Cena vs Abyss was an enjoyable read with the correct guy going over, was a shame there was no Mitchell promo to be found as I am getting quite invested in the character and a follow up from last weeks very good effort would have been great to stoke the fire in the rivalry with Crann. 

I like George's promo and I really am rooting for Warhorse to dethrone Punk at Backlash, it will be a tough ask but very doable as we are about to find out.

Mysterio goes over Punk in what many may consider an upset but I personally do not. Chase absolutely killed it with his TT. Sorry Fauche but he spanked you and it was really fun and great that Bumout included the bike used in the TT in the match. very nice. Thing with Chase is that he can pull it out of the bag with any given TT when he sets his mind to it, he is that good. The amount of times back in the day when guys were calling for him to loose the International Championship but he time and time again knocked it out of the park in the threads. I was very adamant that Sam was going to dethrone him at Backlash his Conway is awesome but if there is a fire in Chase's belly then I'm not too sure. I guess the only disappointment is that Gresham is still involved, the TTer appears AWOL and thus a potentially show-stealing thread could be now halted at 1-1. 

I agree with Dresden that the encounter with Orton and Sydal was random but that said it was pretty fun, I like when TTers get together out of the blue and throw things together, I have not seen enough collabs since I got back and at least coming out of this promo it gives the lads something to do at the PPV. 

Warhorse goes over in the match with Piper, a good call could have been clean as I felt George was much stronger in the thread but it does keep the heat on Pipers programme with Deville. Billy Kay's commentary in my head as I was reading it was super annoying so that is a job well done right there.


Another very good promo from Ultra who nailed it again with Heyman just as he did a few weeks ago. There is very much potential for a surprise here you know and a new champ at Backlash one thing is for certain the momentum is there and this is going to be far from a walk in the part for Rey. You have the opportunity, seize it. 

What follows is match of the night from Fauche which comes from thread of the week. Sam and Dresden just killed it this past week it was an incredible effort from both men. If you did not read the thread then shame on you. it was just full of gems and a masterclass in how it is done. I just have to give a shout out there to that and one line which just killed me and did not go unnoticed when Styles started with, 'pardon my French' and the wink at the camera. Just gold. I reckon that honesty after the effort both guys put in neither deserved to lose the match and some sort of no contest would have been fine, Styles is desperate for any semblance of momentum at this point. (You ain't getting it at Backlash!). But hey the call was made and the Con-streak continues.

We finish up with two great matches which are sandwiched between another fantastic promo from Rey's Wyatt who continues to show why he is at the top of the UWF pyramid right now. Rollins rightly going over and beating yet another UWF Hall of Famer and character-wise is primed and ready for that main event clash. Galloway looks strong in defeat as it takes two curb stomps to put the big man away. And Finally Orton getting a surprising feather in the cap by beating Wyatt via DQ with the help from Rollins. You know the potential really was there after these last two episodes of Revolution to have put Orton into the mix and make that UWF Championship match a Triple Threat.  

All in all a cracking read once again this week, thanks to all of the writers hard work put in to produce this for us. And I just want to give a shout out really to all of the TTers, I was quite critically of last weeks showings in the thread but the effort this past week was just fantastic it really was what a great turnabout by everyone. 

[Fauche]

That Goldberg / Styles promo to kick things off was pretty dope. Another top notch co-promo between andy and Dres to get some beef on this feud's bones with a good ol fashion brawl to cap it off. You love to see it. Except what the heck is this light green commentary font? 090 or bust.

Shout out to Danny for solid match between Punk and Rey. Always love to see Graves hating on Myserio. That shit is forever. Also, Chase's tt this week was fantastic. That's the kind of creative curveball spin on trash talking that set him apart during his run with the Cartel. Same kinda fresh, unique take that saw him come up with the Varsity Squad, or that made kiss-ass Corbin so fun to read. Mixing things up with cutting tt's off a mini-bike by the pool isn't maybe a huge deal, but even a little switch breaks up the monotony of normal sessions and imo really stands out. Having that play into the match is some good writing too. Loved it all a lot.

Big thumbs up to Jye for writing a match this week. Getting in there with that character commentary. Billie Kay is great. Props to Geroge picking up some momentum for us heading into that tag match next week which we will totes dominate btw you see my man cutting RUTHLESS PROMO earlier on? Were there tag titles to win, Team HP (Horse/Punk) Sauce would abso be all over that while also cage-matching for that IC.

Excellent use of Heyman pics in this promo from Ultra. Good pics can elevate the heck out of a promo. It is known. Speaking of! Wyatt promo following the Rollins / Galloway fight was great. Wyatt's alweays great. Routinely promo of the month material imo. Stoked for this feud, both dudes are great, regardless of outcome at Backlash I could see it last a while cause these brahs are so dialed in with their characters right now and could surely pump out some good story. Rollins effing over the main event closes us out but the real story here is that Evolution's Orton has a main event win over the world champ as far as the records book is concerned. Bah Gawd. Great stuff.

Pretty sure the only Rob Conway match I've ever seen was the squash he lost to Jeff Hardy before getting fired in 07. So I just watched a Styles / Roode title match from Impact and mostly ripped that off BOOM that's the secret to writing matches and now that you know that you can write some too so that Danny doesn't have to do 3 every week. And when I say you, I mean you. Everything nice said about this thread between Dres and Sam is spot on. It was excellent, and in a month that doesn't have a Punk / WARHORSE ppv main event, would undoubtedly be thread of the month. Alas. But still great stuff.

[crann]

Very good show with great build up to Backlash. I'll get into other content in a minute, but first I want to hand a big ol' congrats to Ultrainstinct for finally ending my unpinned/unsubmitted streak with Galloway. It was a good run, and now I've got reason to go back to the drawing board and bring some dangerous new fresh material into my TTs beyond just, "I'm beating everyone so what makes you think you can stop me?" I told UI this privately, but that second-round TT was an absolute killer. Just took a match to Drew's whole badass schtick and burned it down (hehe, see what I did there?)

That Goldberg/Styles promo to kick things off was straight fire, in part because it feels like something that could actually be on a wrestling show and in part because it reminds me of some of the best builds to some of the best feuds we've done over the years. Usually with the contract signings you get a sentence or two here, then one or two there, then there's a brawl because everyone is conserving their ammo for the big thread but this time two of our vets just emptied clips on each other and you absolutely love to see it. Great way to open the show too, really makes these guys feel like main event guys.

Speaking of main event guys, and I know this is out of sequence but sue me, I loved the match between Bray and Randy. Well written, tense match-up that ends on a bit of interference but that's still a feather in Orton's hat because he has a win in hand over the world champ. Evolution has been building steam for a long time with his Viper and you love to see him get a big W over one of the most dominant players in the game right now. That'll be something for him to talk about for a long time to come.

Speaking of big wins, let's talk about Sam's Conway picking up a W over a recent world title competitor/Royal Rumble winner/all-around great TTer in Dres. Sam's been waiting to unload in a thread with someone who turns up for weeks now and you could really see his hunger in what he brought to the bout. Sucks for Dres who is on a bit of a cold streak, but AJ was the dominant name in the fed heading into Mania and it's only a matter of time before he's running shit again, I'm convinced.

I'm digging the Warhorse/Punk feud. Glad it got extended beyond that first PPV bout because I think Faucher is really bringing his all and in so doing, he's elevating George's game, too. That's not to say George is bad by any means, but I think pretty much everyone in the fed could learn a thing or two by going deep with Fauche. I know I certainly have in the past. Chase didn't go so deep this week but his TT was, as I said in the Discord, the work of a mad genius so I'm glad to see him pick up an unexpected W over Punk. Gives Mysterio some big bragging rights moving forward, as if he didn't already have enough being one of the longest-reigning world title holders in UWF history.

Aside from that opening segment I think Ultra took my promo of the night. Really digging how he's using Heyman, really digging how he's using Rollins, and I'm not surprised he's in a world title feud this early into his return because of both of those things. 

Solid show, looking forward to next week's.

[Dres]

May 7, 2021 9:28:26 GMT -6 andyf85 said:

Sam and Dresden just killed it this past week it was an incredible effort from both men. If you did not read the thread then shame on you. it was just full of gems and a masterclass in how it is done. I just have to give a shout out there to that and one line which just killed me and did not go unnoticed when Styles started with, 'pardon my French' and the wink at the camera. Just gold.

Thanks brother, that’s high praise. And I’m glad I’m not the only one that liked that line lol.

Thanks to everyone else that had really nice things to say too.

[ultrainstinct]

Things that stood out real quick:

Killer opening promo and contract signing from Goldberg and AJ Styles here—they are both rather good right? Love the forearm busting Goldberg open as AJ gets a bit of revenge for the spear last week.

Fauche adds another legendary wrestler under his belt with CM Punk and his interview/promo here shows us why he is the current IC Champ. His CM Punk is an exact replica of the one we saw in real life and its great to read his work weekly.

Rey with the huge win over CM! This week he takes on Drew for the Medal and that is going to be an epic battle and intriguing to see the aftermath of this match

Rob Conway with the huge win over AJ Styles, that’s good stuff right there

Stoked to be officially battling Bray Wyatt at Backlash, also intrigued by the contract negotiations that EC3 mentioned O_0

Thank you for the amazing match Danny that you gave me and Crann. Love going to work with you, I feel like we always tell compelling stories and always push each other to the limit. The battles my Kurt Angle had with your Dolph Ziggler seem to be transitioning over to our new characters and it’s still just as fun.

Bray delivers another killer promo here after our match filling the landscape for our battle coming up. Looking forward for that and hoping I can learn from another legend here

Big fan of Evolution J here, big fan of him being featured in back-to-back main events and he gets the win over the UWF Champion. I thought he would find his way in the mix at Backlash and make it a triple threat match, like Andy mentioned, I could have seen that coming. But all in all, a great main event was written and it delivered and I loved getting involved in the match and getting a little payback on Randy and hopefully we saw a preview of Backlash 😊

Lets keep on rolling boys

Thanks for writing these matches !