Revolution 5/13/21

[Danny]

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



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

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Mauro Ranallo: Rob Conway squares off against Matt Sydal.

Corey Graves: AJ Styles does battle with Abyss.

Tom Phillips: Randy Orton faces Sonya Deville.

Mauro Ranallo: Drew Galloway defends his Prime Time Medal against Rey Mysterio.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, the team of WARHORSE and CM Punk versus the team of Seth Rollins and Bray Wyatt.

Tom Phillips: But first it's Roddy Piper vs John Cena and that match starts right now!


We head down to the ring where John Cena is already standing by for his match.





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 the bell to ring.


VS


DING DING DING


As soon as the bell rings, Piper walks right up to Cena and starts laying in with lefts and rights. Cena is trying to cover up but the flurry of punches continues until Piper has him backed in the corner. The ref starts to count to 5 and Piper finally backs off. He comes and grabs Cena's head in a headlock. He drags him over to the camera man and looks right down the lens saying "Sonya, this one's for you!": before punching Cena in the face once more. The Doctor of Thuganomics falls to his knee, grabbing at his nose, some blood starting to trickle out. Piper can only laugh as his fortune But Cena suddenly pops up and hoists Piper onto his shoulders. The Hot Rod gets a look of panic but places his hands on Cena's face and pulls up on the bloody nose of Cena causing him to drop him. Cena tries to walk away but Piper runs behind him and gives him the Bulldog! He makes the pin.




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Cena kicks out! Piper brings him back up and goes to put him in the Sleeper but Cena gets his hand in between the forearm to give him some room. He runs backwards and rams Piper back first into the turnbuckles. Piper keeps the hold locked in but a second ramming looses his grip enough for Cena to reach back and roll him forward with a Snapmare. Cena then gives him an awkward looking low dropkick to the back of the head causing him to roll out of the ring.


Mauro Ranallo: Piper has been in pretty steady control during this match but all it takes is just a couple of seconds before John Cena is back in the match.

Tom Phillips: He's a former World Champion and although he's fallen on hard times as of late, it always seems like he's just one win away from getting back to the top.

Corey Graves: One win away? Do you guys hear yourselves? I'm pretty sure Cena has brain damage. If we're lucky, Piper will put him sleep for good tonight. For ours and especially his sake.



Cena comes out of the ring and comes chasing after Piper. Hot Rod turns around however and gives him a thumb right to the eye! Cena turns away blinded and Piper follows up wiht a Chop Block to the back of the knee! Piper has a big smile on his face as he brings Cena back up and throws him shoulder first into the steel ring steps! Cena hits with such authority that the steps nearly going flying off. Eve looks a little scared for him at ringside but Piper sees her and balls a fist up at her, clearly not afraid to hit a woman so Sonya better watch out.

Piper picks up Cena and tosses him back into the ring. He talking some more trash to the camera, talking to both Billie and Sonya directly before he climbs back in. Cena is on his hands and knees trying to get up and when Piper comes near, Cena lips him over with a Hip Toss. Piper gets back up only to get taken down with another. Piper gets up a third time and takes a wild swing, missing John who ducks under it and takes his back, lifting him up in the air for the Protobomb! Cena looks out to the crowd who cheer him on as he throws his hand up in the air. He leans over Piper and gives him the "You Can't See Me" treatment before heading to the ropes, coming back for the Five Knuckle Shuffle! Cena makes the pin!



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Piper kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Cena almost had him right there!

Corey Graves: If Roddy Piper lost right there he may have to quit from embarrassment. Actually I'd like that and maybe we could get him back on the commentary table to replace one of you idiots.


Cena is standing behind Piper as he stirs, hands on knees. Piper gets up and turns right into John who lifts him up for the FU! Piper however manages to wiggle free and fall behind him, locking in the Sleeper Hold! Cena reaches out fro the ropes but he's dead in the center of the ring. Luckily for Cena, he's a powerful man and despite Piper reaching up and wrapping both legs around Cena's body, John is able to make it to the ropes. The ref yells at Piper to release the hold. but Piper actually bits down on Cena's neck causing him to release the ropes and reach back at him. Piper then drops his legs and swings his momentum around to throw Cena back into the ring and this time falls back to bring Cena to the mat with nowhere to go. It's not long before Cena loses consciousness and the ref calls for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Roddy Piper!




Piper kicks Cena off of him and stands up triumphantly. He's ready to teach Sonya a lesson at Backlash but for now, celebration. He throws his fists into the air and lets out a victory cry as the show moves on.



We head to the broadcast table where Tom Phillips is standing by.

Tom Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen we would like to take a moment to go back to last week’s explosive opening to Revolution. The confrontation between Bill Goldberg and ‘The Demi-God’ AJ Styles.

The camera cuts away from the broadcast table and we are show footage from last week.

SPOILER: Click to show

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.

SPOILER: Click to show

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.

Tom Phillips: Now it is our understanding that Bill Goldberg is not here this evening however we do have some exclusive footage from last week. Now ladies and gentlemen the footage we are about to show you is not for the faint hearted, if you are of a light disposition you are advised to look away. We are going to show you what happened right after the confrontation last week between Styles and Goldberg and be warned this is frightening and uncomfortable to watch.

Again, the camera pans away from the broadcast table and this time we are taken to a UWF exclusive from last week. The confrontation has just happened at ringside between AJ Styles and Goldberg, Josh Mathews is standing by just outside of the gorilla position hoping to get a word with ‘The Anomaly’.

Josh Mathews: What an explosive start to this week’s Revolution. I’m hoping to be able to get a word with Goldberg when he comes back up through the curtain here and get his thoughts on what went down here tonight with AJ Styes.


As Josh was finishing his sentence Goldberg has come storming straight past him, ‘The Man’ looking rather pissed with what has just transpired at ringside, the gash above his eye from the phenomenal forearm he sustained at the beginning of his confrontation with Styles is still dripping with blood. Goldberg not even realizing that Mathews was waiting for him to conduct and interview just continues to walk away heading down the corridor. Josh Mathews not deterred gives chase and fires his first question as he is in pursuit.

Josh Mathews: Bill. Bill. I’m sorry just a moment please Goldberg. You were out there tonight, and you had a contract you wanted AJ Styles to sign but things didn’t exactly go your way out there did they Bill?

Bill Goldberg just continues walking he has not interest in the question in the slightest, he doesn’t even appear to have heard it let alone contemplate on answering it. Josh not to be put off picks up the pace and goes from chasing down ‘The Anomaly’ to actually getting Infront of him, he even puts his hand on the chest of Goldberg in an attempt to slow the returning legend down as he follows up with another question.

Josh Mathews: Goldberg are you confident that should you lose to AJ Styles at Backlash that you will still be as you put it the main event here in the UWF?

Goldberg who has stopped dead in his tracks with Josh getting in front off him, looks down at the hand of Mathews on his chest. He swats Mathews hand away with his left arm and with his right hand grabs hold of the face of the UWF interviewer. The hand of ‘The Anomaly’ completely engulfing the face of the smaller Matthews. Josh is then violently picked off his feet and slammed against the wall, pinned up his feet dangling and flailing beneath him.

Josh Mathews: I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!

Matthews is terrified as he pleads with Goldberg. ‘The Man ‘ void of any emotion across his face relents and releases Josh though he still towers over him against the wall a intimidating presence. Goldberg straightens Josh’s tie which had come partially undone in the altercation. He stares down the smaller man for what must have felt like and eternity for the latter before letting out a slight snigger, a shake of the head and then he turns away and continues to walk off.

Josh Mathews: I was just doing my job Bill.

With that piece offering statement from Mathews delivered Bill Goldberg suddenly and violently appears back on camera. An irate Goldberg grabbing Josh by the scruff of the neck and he tosses the broadcaster with sheer brute force across the corridor and into a nearby doorway.

Goldberg: Doing your job huh!!

Goldberg slowly and methodically walks towards Josh who is desperately trying to crawl away. ‘The Man’ is like a predator stalking it’s prey as he stands over Mathews who is frantically clawing at the door trying to reach the handle to escape.

Goldberg: Where are you going Josh? Huh? How about I do my job too. Give you a Bill Goldberg exclusive. A demonstration of exactly what credibility looks like.

Goldberg kicks out but he aims his kick over Matthew and into the door, kicking it wide open with a bang. Josh is absolutely terrified and he can be heard whimpering.

Josh Mathews: No please Bill. I’m sorry. Please.

Josh’s pleas just appear to fall on death ears as Bill Goldberg in one swift motion grabs hold of his jacket from the back as Mathew’s is attempting to crawl away. Goldberg drags Mathews up in one movement almost tossing him in the air slightly. As Josh Mathews begins to fall back into an upright position Goldberg slips his massive arms underneath the armpits of the UWF employee. ‘The Man’ locks his arms behind the neck of Mathews and then increasing the pressure locks his fingers in a full nelson position, a ‘Master-lock’ position to be precise. Goldberg using his strength and with relative ease keeps Josh lifted in this position off the ground and then begins to rag doll him from side to side. Josh Mathews is screaming like a little girl, in an unbelievable amount of pain. ‘The Anomaly’ is smiling, he does not care in the slightest and appears that he is actually enjoying inflicting this amount of pain to the much smaller man. Josh is almost passed out with the pain and then Goldberg stops rag dolling and what he does next is just sadistic, he hyperextends even further breaking the grip of his locked fingers to cause a sudden jolt of pressure into both shoulders of Mathews and what can be heard is a very loud and sicking, ‘pop’. Josh is completely passed out and ‘The Man’ simply tosses his limp body through the doorway which he had earlier kicked open and down the flight of stairs which was behind, Mathews rolls down and hits the concrete at the bottom of the staircase with a thud. Goldberg clicks his tongue across his teeth as he takes a quick peak down the staircase, scoffs slightly before nodding and with a smile stating.

Goldberg: Just doing my job Josh.

Goldberg shaking his head as he walks away. Referee’s and officials are running to the scene calling for help and EMTs as the camera fades out and we are back live at ringside with Tom Phillips.

Tom Phillips: Shocking footage from last week. We have a medical update from our broadcast college who is recovering in hospital. He suffered a double shoulder separation at the hands of Bill Goldberg, he underwent successful surgery this past week and our thoughts go out to Josh and we wish a speedy recovery. But guys what happened last week was ridiculous, Josh like he was saying was just trying to do his job and what occurred was uncalled for. This was assault and something needs to happen. They must be some repercussions and sanctions put on Bill Goldberg, you can not go around getting physical with UWF employees outside of the ring.

On that sombre note the audience are given a brief moment to reflect on what transpired before we move on to elsewhere in the show.







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.

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

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



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

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

Matt Sydal raises his arms up with twin peace sign finger gesture while screaming emphatically .
He points to his forehead as he makes his way down the aisle .

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


As he reaches the end of the ramp he executed his signature nifty slide under the bottom ring apron rope . He points to his third eye on the forehead again as he nods. Then Rob Conway hits Matt from behind as he pick him up and throw him into the middle turnbuckle. Rob laugh as the bell rings and Rob turn him around. He smack him with hard chops to the chest and then Matt try to grab his hand as Rob then poke him in the eye. Matt rub his eye as Rob kick him in the chest and he DDT him into the floor. He goes for a quick pin as Matt quickly kick out and Rob shove him back onto the floor. He pins him again as Matt kick out again and Rob get angry. He argue to the referee as Matt comes from behind and try to roll him up.



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2…



Rob kick out as he get upset and he gets up quickly. Then Matt dropkick him as he grab him by the hair. He whip him into the ropes as Rob bounces from the ropes and Matt jump into the air. Rob catches him with a Powerslam as he begin to pose and he yell at Matt. Matt groan in pain as Rob grab him by the hair and he throw him into the turnbuckle. He repeated knee strikes to Matt and then he whip Matt to the other turnbuckle quickly. Matt fall down as he holds his back and Rob run over to Matt. Rob goes for a clothesline as Matt duck and hits a headscissor with a cross armbreaker. Rob goes down as Matt take advantage and he grab both of Rob’s legs. He turn him over and he puts him into the Boston Club. Rob starts screaming in pain as Matt try to tighten the hold and Rob tries to get up. Matt keep pulling back tightly as Rob see the referee and he pulls the referee and force to fall on Matt. That cause Matt to let go of the hold as Rob get up and he low blow Matt. The referee doesn’t see it as Rob hits the Ego Trip and Matt fall down. Rob Conway goes to the turnbuckle as he flex his muscle. Then he jumps as he goes flying and he hits the Ego Elbow Drop on Matt. The referee begin the count.



1…….

2……..

Kick out.



Matt put his foot on the ropes as Rob cannout believe it and he grab his hair. He yell at the referee as Matt turn him around and he hits the Modified Cobra Stretch on Rob near the ropes.. Rob screaming in pain as He tries to reach the ropes and Matt tighten the hold. But Rob begin moving forward as he get closer to the ropes and Matt tries to pull him back. Rob use one of his hand to the rake Matt in the head as he grab his eyes and Rob plant him with the Conway Sleeper. Matt try to grab the ropes as Rob tighten the ropes and the referee begin the count as he raised Matt’s hand before he drops it.



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Matt eyes begin to faint as the referee continue to count.



5……

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Matt completely passed out as the referee call for the bell and Rob lets go of the hold. The referee raised Rob Conway’s hand and He smirks.


Announcer: And your winner by submission………..Rob Conway!


Then his theme music hits as the referee attend to Matt and Rob roll out of the ring. He brush his shoulders off and he give himself a pat on the back. Then he walk up the entrance ramp. The scene fades and ends with Rob walking through the back.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. That sneaky camera man snoops around a corner of some dimly-lit backstage hallway to drop eaves on a conversation between the members of The Renaissance, who are somewhere in the midst of a conversation about what went down last week.



Punk: - and again, like I said. It's not a big deal. Rey Mysterio's a cheater now just like he always has been. Next time I get the chance, I'll put him down. It's exactly the same as what went down with Styles. I'm not losing sleep over it.

Joe: Right. Don't sweat him, man. You let me worry about Rey Mysterio. I'd be happy to teach that pipsqueak some manners.

Punk: Yeah man. In due time. In due time. But tonight? This is what's real. This is what matters. This is the opportunity we've been waiting for. I finally have the chance to put down Bray Wyatt. Everything up to this has just been theoretical - compared notes, ya know? Now I can actually get my hands on him. I can show EC3 and every single person watching that his title doesn't mean shit - that the language of this ranking system is a dead one and that there's no denying who the best man in the UWF is.

The Samoan nods in agreement but is quick to point out the elephant in the room.

Joe: What about WARHORSE?

Brooks sighs and scratches his chin.

Punk: The variable. A loose canon. What have we said about him all along, though? He's selfish to a fault, yeah, and also that he lacks the follow through to make whatever raw talent he has work. If we can just get to him to keep his eyes on the prize for ten minutes, we're fine. Hell, a little guiding hand would do him a world of good. Wyatt and Rollins, they've got no common ground. But us? We've got something to prove - to take. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" and all that. We both hate Rollins, we both wanna beat Wyatt. Mutual interests. We can make this work, all it's going to take is some focus. Maybe I should go give him a pep-talk.

Joe: I'll come with you, make sure he doesn't get any ideas.

The Champ holds his partner back.

Punk: I think I better go alone. He wants to beat me, but I'm pretty sure he just really, really hates you.

The Samoan Submission Machine chuckles, fondly remembering every single time he's put the Contender down.

Joe: Fair enough. I'll catch you later, then.

Punk: Sounds good.

Punk heads off to find his teammate for the main event while Joe pulls out his phone cause that's what people do. He mindlessly scrolls through the feed for a minute before some pencil-necked dork in a cheap suit stumbles up to him.

Intern: Um... hi, I mean, hello... Mister... um... Joe?

The Enforcer looks up from his phone with the utmost disdain. He can't believe he's being bothered by the mumbling wimp.

Joe: Who are you supposed to be?

Intern: I'm uh... well, I'm an intern. With the UWF. I'm with Palmer Cannon's office. Helping out with Talent Relations.

Joe goes back to his phone, disinterested.

Joe: Congratulations. Go relate to some talent. I'm busy.

The Intern pulls a piece of paper from his coat pocket and extends it with trembling hands. Joe isn't even paying attention.

Intern: I'm... I'm very sorry to bother you... uh... sir... but this is an.. um... well... it's a... it's a bill...

Still not looking up, Joe quizzically raises an eyebrow. The Intern, quaking in his boots, elaborates.

Intern: Yes... it's a bill for um... because... see... when you broke Rey Mysterio's motor... I mean... um... mini bike last week on Rev -

Joe: What? Give me that!

He snatches the bill out of the Intern's grip and browses it.



Joe: This is a bill for eleven-thousand dollars. For a freaking mini bike.

Intern: So you can just send a cheque to the address -

Joe: Yeah, no. I'm not paying this.

Intern: Oh... ... ... I think... except... I think you kinda... like... have to?

Joe peers up from the document, eyes colder than the iceberg that dropped the Titanic in Round 1. He crumples the paper in his fist while speaking in an eerily calm tone.

Joe: Son, when you look at me you see an imposing, mammoth of a man who is world-famous for being a championship-level prize fighter. But look deep and you'll see a forked pathway - a crossroads not unlike the one where Robert Johnson bargained with the Devil himself. Understanding this, you now now that when you come before me, there are are only two options. The first is to walk off in that direction while your legs still bend in the directions that they're supposed to. The second?

Samoa Joe drops the crushed paper on the floor as an object lesson. The Intern takes the hint and scurries off as fast as he can. Once he's out of site, Joe looks down at the bill one last time before storming off. Revolution continues elsewhere.


The scene opens up on AJ Styles.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: I don’t care how quality you’ve been told those dentures you’ve got are, you’re biting off more than you can chew. And there’s evidence of that with the difficulty you’re having swallowing these bitter pills of truth about the situation, in fact the only function you have of your jaw is to run your mouth and talk yourself up while you talk me down. You’re so desperate to prove that you’re still a threat, but it’s time to accept the fact that not only does the old dog have a weak bite, but that his bark has always been worse. You want to be labeled legitimate? Well here it is: you’re a legitimate disappointment, and at Backlash, you’re legitimately going to get your ass kicked. It’s as simple as that. And tonight, while we may not get our hands on each other again, you should pay close attention anyway because this is going to be another case of AJ Styles stepping to someone that’s supposed to be this huge challenge but isn’t.

AJ flashes his cocky smile as Revolution continues.




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



"The Main Event" Sonya Deville marches out on to the ramp, shadow-boxing a bit before heading for the ring. Her associate Billie Kay follows right behind, doing what she can to hype Deville up while urging the fans to rally behind her.

Chimel: Introducing first... begin accompanied by Billie Kay... weighing in at 130 pounds... from Jye-Needs-To-Make-A-Profile, Florida... Sonya Deville!

Deville climbs into the ring while Kay finds a spot by the apron. They turn to the stage, awaiting the arrival of the Apex Predator.



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

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

Orton joins his opponent in the ring, brushing past without a heck given as he heads towards the turnbuckle. Perched on the middle ropes intersecting at the post, Randy busts out his signature pose, letting the camera get a good look at what he's got going on before stepping down to prepare for the match to come. Chimel heads out, the Referee ensures everyone's good to go and then calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


The bell sounds off and the match commences. Sonya puts up her dukes, looking like a proper mixed-martial artist as she moves in with her chin tucked and her fists up. Orton skirts around the perimeter of the ring, keeping his distance while he sizes Deville up. From the outside, Billie Kay offers some non-specific, marginally helpful cornering advice like "you can do it" and "kick his ass". None of this is especially helpful to Sonya, but whatevs. She's in the zone anyway. Eye of the tiger.


Ranallo: The gravity of the situation at hand is clearly not lost on Sonya Deville. She knows that a win tonight over Randy Orton could be huge for her burgeoning UWF career.

Phillips: She needs to be careful. Randy Orton is unpredictable at the best of times, but after that creepy promo he cut earlier this week, there's no telling what's going through The Viper's mind tonight! One wrong move from Sonya could spell disaster.

Graves: And after getting a win - albeit via disqualification - over the UWF Champion last week, another victory for Orton could put him right back in line for a title shot.


Closing the gap, she gets Orton pushed up against the corner. When he looks to step away and move to safety, The "Main Event" launches a sudden, stiff combination of strikes into his midsection. The speed catches Randy totally off-guard. Deville's got some good hands - she tees off on Orton like he's a speed bag, causing him to double over as he's gasping for air like a winded guppy.

The Official comes over to give Sonya heck for all those closed fist shots, but she's ignores him. Grabbing Orton around the head with one-arm, she does some kinda Judo toss to bring him flipping over on to the canvas. The Viper lands more or less in a seated position. Before he can even think about trying to recover, Sonya grabs one of his arms and torques it up at an awkward angle, bending it up and around his back.

Randy grimaces while his limb is twisted haphazardly around in its socket. Billie Kay claps gleefully on the outside, instructing Sonya to rip it clean out. Deville does what she can to oblige, wrenching the arm back and forth.


Phillips: Some strong submission work from Deville to start things off.

Ranallo: While she has most recently trained to become a pro-wrestler, her background in MMA is what sets Deville apart, and she'll need to rely on that if she wants to get past a tenacious veteran like Randy Orton.

Graves: You'd be hard pressed to find a style that the Apex Predator hasn't faced and overcome. That said, I'm not sure he's ever faced someone quite like this before.


Once Orton gets some breath back in his lungs, he finds the strength to reach a vertical base. Slowly but surely, he gets his feet under him and pushes up, alleviating the pressure on his arm as he stands. Deville looks to wrap around for a Hammerlock but Randy counters, grabbing her around the chin before dropping back down. As he falls, he drapes Sonya over his back for the signature back-breaker of his. Deville bounces off, rolling down on to the canvas. Orton hastily spins around, hooks a leg and covers for the first pin attempt...



1...



Sonya gets a shoulder up at one!

Randy instantly aims to to work some holds of his own, vying to slap on a chin lock. Vintage. Sonya feels his arm coming around her neck like a boa constrictor and all those hours spent training BJJ in the gym pay off. She instinctively wriggles free and creates some space, successfully escaping.

Deville then runs for the ropes to build some speed, gaining momentum as she comes off the cables. Orton drops to his stomach as she charges him. Sonya hops over and keeps running, finding the far ropes and bouncing right back. On the return, Orton catches her, hoping to nail that spinning powerslam he makes look so good. He grabs a hold and executes a perfection rotation, but somehow, Deville pops free right before he can bring her down!


Ranallo: Wow! Impressive escape by Deville!

Phillips: I've never seen anyone do that before!


Sonya sommersaults away, popping right back and turning to head-hunt with a spinning back kick! Randy ducks and grabs her around the waist, in prime position for a German Suplex. Grabbing his hands as they locker around her hips, Sonya pries the grip apart and breaks loose. Still holding one wrist, she tries to whip the Viper towards the ropes only for Randy to plant his feet, shift weight and counter. As such, Deville is sent back towards the edge.

Coming back off the ropes, Deville stops herself just shy of taking a dropkick from Orton. When he misses, he falls down to the mat and Sonya jumps on top to try for a cover...



1...



Randy powers out at one. When he looks to stand up, Sonya grabs him again and rolls him up with an inside cradle...



1...



2...



Orton gets out at two! The competitors struggle against each other to get back up. Randy catches her with a European Uppercut along the way, the knocking Sonya's head back. He follows up by kicking her in the midsection to set up for a suplex, which he absolutely nails.

Deville is planted back-first into the mat. Rather than go for a cover, The Viper slithers back, lining her up for an RKO. Randy pounds the mat maniacally, revving himself up to hit his infamous kill-shot.


Graves: It's all over but the crying now.

Ranallo: An RKO will seal the deal for sure.


Seeing that her partner is in imminent danger, Billie Kay hops up on to the apron. She screams at Sonya to get up, catching both The Referee's and Orton's attention. The Official tries to shoo her off the apron but the Australian won't go. Orton stands up, abandoning his finish and turning around to tell Kay off. When he approaches the edge of the ring, Kay finally bounces off the apron, not wanting to get too close to the deranged competitor. Randy stares down at her with those cold, snake-like eyes. There's no verbal threat necessary - his aura is alarming enough.

Having turned his back on his opponent, Randy doesn't notice Sonya getting back to her feet. She sneaks up behind Randy Orton, looking to -


OH SNAP! RANDY CATCHES HER WITH AN RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!


Deville is planted face-first into the mat! Orton rolls over, hooks a leg and makes the cover...



1...



2...



3...



DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
RANDY ORTON!


Orton stands up and has his hand raised while "Voices" blares through the PA! Billie Kay can't believe her eyes. She's devastated at the sight of her pal getting dropped like that.


Ranallo: Wow! RKO comes - you guessed it - outta nowhere to put this one away early.

Graves: Deville tried to sneak on in on Orton but it was just too little to late.

Phillips: I bet Roddy Piper is loving what he's seeing.

Graves: Whereas Matt Sydal has to be wondering what he's gotten himself into at Backlash.


Randy spares one last look at Sonya before climbing through the ropes and heading up the ramp. Kay avoids him before sliding into the squared circle to check on her partner. Revolution then continues elsewhere.




The scene opens up with Renee Young and a very special interview, with a very special guest.

Renee Young: Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome my guest of the evening, the one and only Paul Heyman, manager of Seth Rollins!



The camera zooms out to show more the interview area, where Paul Heyman strolls from around a corner making himself visible for the first time of the night. He straightens his tie and clears his throat very loudly while stepping into view. A big smirk shines right across his forehead like the beaming sun in the summer. He simply nods his head as he lets Renee continue.

Renee Young: First and foremost I wanted to thank you for taking the time out of your day to join us here backstage. I’ll go ahead and dive into the questions. Your client has been on an impressive win streak as of late in singles matches. Tonight he steps into his first tag team match in a while, is there going to be anything different psychologically or strategically as he approaches this match?

Paul Heyman: The goal tonight, will be the same as it was last week, the previous week, the week before that, and so on Renee. WIN WIN WIN!
But it’s not all for selfish or egotistical means or reasons Renee. Of course, every has dreams of being the best player on the team or main eventing WrestleMania, but this is much bigger than that Renee. My client is a man of faith who has done nothing but work hard and be truly humble about what it takes to succeed in not only the professional wrestling world, but LIFE itself. Seth Rollins vows to be the epitome of success to show everyone that there is always a blueprint to the top, even if you must construct it out of thin air.

My client is going to be the bright light that shines inside of every single person around the globe when their personal darkest hour is brought forward. He vows to be the reason that inspiration will once again be spread around the world. Seth Rollins vows to inspire the masses like other transcending acts such as:

MICHEAL JORDAN

ELVIS PRESLEY

WILL SMITH

THE ROCK

RUTH BADER GINSBURG

KAMALA HARRIS

RIHANNA

ADELE

EMMA WATSON

SERENA WILLIAMS

ROBERT DOWNEY JR

MICHEAL PHELPS

JEFF BEZOS

STEVE JOBS

TIM COOK






That one guy with no hands and feet and he just moves around on his butt and talks, Seth Rogan, James Franco, J.K Rowling, Beyonce, Oprah, Albert Einstein, Shakespeare, Nelson Mandela, Angelina Jolie, Amy Schumer, and you get the idea! My client vows to be a household name! The only way you can do that is by winning and eventually becoming a CHAMPION that leads.

So to answer your question Renee, My client is willing to do whatever it takes to LEAD him team to victory tonight, even if that means breaking his back to carry his partner who may not be able to handle their own workload.

Now that’s not to say that Mr. Bray isn’t a worthy opponent, oh NO! We would never underestimate Mr. Wyatt, THE FIEND and his nasty little trailer park trash association. I’m just referencing the curb stomp that you took last week, and we know it puts people down for 3 counts—and sometimes puts them on the shelf.

Renee Young: Oh well that was quite the answer. For the next question, in the tag team match, Seth and Bray’s opponent are CM Punk and The War Horse. Any thoughts about them?

Paul Heyman: No matter how formidable of opponents they may be, they don’t stand a chance against the team of Seth and Bray! CM Punk and the Horse are going to get devoured before they must destroy each other in a steel cage in just a few short weeks. Tonight, they will get eaten up alive by two ravening wolves and I don’t know about the rest of the world but I am going to love every single second of it.



Renee Young: Any reason why you want to see those two get beaten so badly?

Paul Heyman: It’s just the WarHorse’s voice. It’s just so loud and unnecessary, I mean how can a man talk so loudly but always have NOTHING to say. It just leaves me absolutely flabbergasted every week.
Renee Young: Understandable. For the last question of the night, Backlash! Seth Rollins vs Bray Wyatt, what are you expecting?

Paul Heyman: I’m expecting the UWF Championship to come on home to a rightful owner who can lead the company out of these dark times. Coronavirus, Vaccines becoming political, cryptocurrencies, a weird freak with a sideshow has the championship belt now and we need a better champion filled with virtue and honor to lead the ship to the light amid all of the turnover and casualties that have come along the journey.

Renee Young: Thank you Paul for the Interview.

Paul Heyman: You are more than welcome.

Heyman begins to walk off set, when the lights go completely dark. Renee lets out a scream and all of a sudden, a set of eyes appear.




LET ME IN!!!!!!!!!


LET ME IN!!!!!!!!!


I SAID LET ME IN!!!!!





And then a face appears out of nowhere, with a loud boom, followed with creepy laugher that echos off the walls. After a few short moments the lights returns to the backstage area. A distraught Renee Young is seen with a cowering Paul Heyman. Paul clutches at his chest in absolute terror.

Paul Heyman: My God! The hell was that?! I’m so scared—I almost shit myself.

Paul then fixes his tie again and walks off the set while Renee stares at Heyman as he leaves with a noticeable shit stain on his pants.





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...



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.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Galloway seizes the collarbone of his opponent with both hands and throws him towards the nearest corner. Rey hits back first but as Drew charges, the Champion of TV kicks his legs up and catches his opponent in the face with both feet. Mysterio then locks his legs around Drew’s head and does a form of Poisonrana into the turnbuckle as Galloway gets spiked into it hard. As Drew lays there dazed, Rey perches himself on the top turnbuckle and leaps off, connecting with a Double Foot Stomp to the abdomen as he keeps walking after impact. Galloway sits up, holding his abdomen with one hand but grabbing the nearest rope with the other as he starts pulling himself to his feet. As the, “Scottish Psychopath” gets to a vertical base, Rey charges and connects with a Shotgun Dropkick that causes Drew to turn and land draped over the middle rope. Mysterio goes for the 619 but as he swings around, Drew grabs his ankles and pulls back, bringing him to the mat as he himself gets to a vertical base. Galloway bends down, a leg of Rey’s going to each side of his head as he grabs the lower back and hoists him up, delivering a devastating Powerbomb but holding on after impact as he hoists Rey up again and connects with another. He lifts the superhero for a third and connects, then brings him upward for a fourth but Rey manages to land a thumb to the eye as he drops to his feet and starts delivering kicks to the side of Drew’s knee, alternating legs with each kick.

As a few land, Galloway quickly gets tired of this as he connects with a Glasgow Kiss that sends Mysterio staggering into the ropes. As Rey comes staggering off of them, Drew connects with a Catching Belly-to-Belly Suplex as Rey gets planted into the mat hard. Galloway gets up, surveying the damage done but Mysterio rolls backward onto his feet and stands up, doing a heroic pose. Angered by this, Drew goes for a Big Boot but Rey drops to his knees in a sidestep and delivers a Rising Uppercut to the back of the knee on the leg Drew’s kicking with and manages to flip the big man onto his back. Following this, Rey hits a Body Splash and goes for the cover but Drew immediately grabs him and rolls him so that Drew is now in the mount as he starts clobbering Mysterio with hard strikes, Rey doing his best to cover up.

Tom Phillips: Not the place Rey Mysterio wants to find himself in.

Mauro Ranallo: Indeed not.

Corey Graves: Pulverize his face into mush!

After connecting with a few, Rey looks to be out cold as Drew gets up, palming his opponent’s face as he pulls him to a vertical base as well. Drew bends down and puts his head between Rey’s legs, hoisting him up like a child on their parent’s shoulders as he charges the nearest corner and connects with a Running Electric Chair Facebuster. As Mysterio bounces off the turnbuckle, Drew goes to apply a Full Nelson but Rey slips downward out of it and rolls backward, kicking Drew in the stomach with both feet. As Galloway is forced to take a few steps back, Rey is able to stand up as he turns around and leaps up, connecting with a Standing Dropkick that sends Drew into the corner opposite from where they just were. Rey charges and goes for a Shotgun Dropkick but Galloway manages to catch him in a way that lets him reverse into Border Toss position but instead of throwing him forward, he falls backward and connects with a Gory Bomb onto the ropes, bouncing off and pivoting to plant Mysterio in the center of the ring. Galloway walks over to Rey and guides him up, grabbing him in the Gutwrench when he’s about halfway up. Drew hoists him up but at the height of the lift, Rey lands a well placed punch to the nose as Drew drops him and he reverses into a Poisonrana, Galloway popping up this time as Rey connects with a Shotgun Dropkick to send him into the ropes.

With Drew in position, Rey connects with the 619 but, unbeknownst to him, Drew is able to block but still goes staggering backward to sell it. Rey springs up on top of the rope and leaps but as he does, Galloway meets him in the air with a Claymore!

Tom Phillips: Oh my, that was scary quickness from Drew!

Mauro Ranallo: With the Prime Time Medal on the line, he has to pull out every trick he’s got.

Corey Graves: I hope Rey’s concussed!

Drew gets up again and walks over to Rey, guiding him up and grabbing him in the Gutwrench again. He hoists Mysterio up and connects with the Border Toss into the ropes and as Rey is shot off of them, Drew connects with another Claymore. Galloway goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THRE...NO!

At the last possible moment, Rey gets the shoulder up and no one except true believers in the Champion of TV can believe it. Galloway gets up angrily and creates some distance between them as Rey sits up laughing. Rey climbs to his feet, mocking Drew all the way, but then Drew goes for another Claymore but Rey ducks and the referee gets clobbered instead. As this happens, Rey exits the ring quickly and grabs his Television Championship, re-entering the ring and charging Galloway to blast him with it but Drew connects with a Claymore, managing to knock the title into Rey’s face. Mysterio looks dead to the world as Drew starts shaking the referee.

Tom Phillips: I figured Drew would want to take further advantage of the referee being down.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m sure he’s saving every ounce of his carnivorous hunger for Abyss.

Corey Graves: Don’t save it for Abyss, Drew! Whip him with his own title or something!

As the referee is alert, Drew goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

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

Drew is brought his medal and celebrates briefly before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp. Cameras get a shot of Rey still out of it as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene opens on The Will sitting in an area of the backstage looking into the camera.

”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Ya know, I think it’s time we say something to Bill Goldberg. Bill, I remember watching you when I was a kid, man. I got excited about the streak and was so happy when you would Spear someone and hit the Jackhammer. But that was then, and this is now. Now I see that this guy I looked up to and idolized, he never cared about kids like me and the thousands of fans that would cheer his name and buy his merchandise over the years. I see now that you’re just an arrogant son of a bitch! But life has taught me that karma gets us all eventually, and your karma is coming in the form of the, “Demi God” AJ Styles at Backlash. You’re going to answer for what you’ve done and who you are, Bill, and I can’t wait.

The camera pans over to a serious looking Rhino who points at the camera.

”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.

With this, Revolution continues.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. WARHORSE is shown on the big screen, garnering a monster pop from the crowd. The Contender is preparing for his match later on when an interruption comes from the least likely person on the roster.



WARHORSE's guard is up instantly. He's ready to throw down, eyes scanning up and down the man he hates so greatly, but CM Punk puts up his hands defensively, trying his best to de-escalate before things blow up.

Punk: Hey, relax man. Joe's not here - it's just me and I'm not here to fight. We need to talk so if you can just pump your brakes and hear me out for a minute, it would be better for both of us.

WARHORSE: DON’T TEST ME NOW, BOY…

Punk: Look, you and I both know that all eyes should be on us come Backlash. It's a big night, and a big match. I mean, Christ, you've seen the poster, right? It's us. Our feud, front-and-center. Sure, I can't wait to kick your ass all over the cage, but first things first - we've gotta send a message tonight.

I'm tired of warming up the ring for Bray Wyatt. He's a clown - sometimes literally - and this outdated idea that he's a better champion or wrestler than I am just because his stupid belt has a different name is ridiculous. I'm sick of it. If we can put those two down emphatically, then there's no denying who the real top guys on Revolution are. And more importantly, there'll be no arguing about who should be main-eventing here from now on.

There's no point in me wasting breath telling you how to do your job. I'm not here to game-plan or anything. The whole world - the commentators, the fans on twitter, those people in the crowd tonight - all they've been saying is that there's no way in hell we can co-exist. Let's prove them wrong. Let's stay out of each other's way, leave our fight for Backlash, and get the job done that we need to get done here.

Now I know you've got a bit of a score to settle with Rollins, but as far as I'm concerned, that geek is firmly locked in my year-view mirror. I'm past it. So what I'm asking you is to just let that go and stand back when I put my knee through Bray Wyatt's face and wrap this one up. For us. There's no better way to send this message than by me pinning the "unstoppable" UWF Champion right in the center of the ring. Sound good? Good.

Brooks give WARHORSE a teammately slap on the shoulder then turns to leave, only to be spun right back around in the most "not-so-fast-Mister" way possible.



WARHORSE: I DON’T THINK YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE TALKING TO, BROTHER, BUT IT’S SURE NOT YOUR WHIPPING BOY SAMOAN. I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S ASS ABOUT THESE TWO PIECES OF SHIT WE’RE STEPPING IN THE RING WITH, THE WARHORSE DOESN’T CARE IN THE SLIGHTEST. THE WARHORSE SURE AS SHIT GIVES LESS OF A RAT’S ASS OF YOU TRYING TO “EXPOSE” A CHILD’S ENTERTAINER OR SOMETHING. HELL MAN, JUST GO ON TWITTER OR SOMETHING.

I THINK YOUR SIGHTS ARE A LITTLE DISTORTED, SO LET ME REMIND YOU, I HATE SETH BECAUSE HE DIDN’T STOP YOU FROM GETTING INTO THE PLACE YOU ARE NOW, THE PLACE WHERE YOU CAN JUST CHEAT TO WIN, PULL THE WOOL OVER THE EYES OF THE FAITHFUL, AND WALK ON WITH A COMMERCIAL GRIN, THE WARHORSE DOESN’T WANT TO HEAR IT.

WHAT HAPPENS OUT THERE HAPPENS, BROTHER, AND WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, THAT’S HOW IT’LL BE, BECAUSE YOU DON’T OWN THE WARHORSE AND NEVER WILL, ASSHOLE.

Warhorse leaves Punk standing there, with a disappointed look on his face on not really having the last word in there. Revolution continues elsewhere.




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



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.







Tony Chimel: From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. Accompanied by the Will. 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. Rhyno and Slater take his corner on the outside.



Tony Chimel: And the opponent...





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.



DING DING!



The bell rings and Styles rushes Abyss, driving a forearm to his masked face before unloading with a flurry of body shots while the big man moves to protect his face. As Abyss lowers his arms to deflect those blows, AJ switches it up and delivers a few hard punts to opposite calves, then leaps into a dropkick that sends the Monster into the corner. AJ's quick back to his feet, but as he gets there, the Monster bounces right back and grounds him with a running shoulder block before pulling him to his feet and driving a hard knee to the gut, doubling him over. The Monster then Biel throws Styles halfway across the ring, the veteran tumbling on the apron before rolling to the outside to create some separation.



Phillips: AJ Styles came out swinging, but the Monster has certainly turned things about with a powerful display against the former Intercontinental Champion.



Graves: As much as I like AJ, he's got his work cut out for him here tonight against a very game, very powerful foe.



AJ slides back into the ring and as he does, Abyss moves to close the gap, only to catch another calf kick from his foe. Styles aims a kick to the gut, but Abyss catches it, leaving the former Intercontinental Champion hopping on one foot until he leaps into a leg-fed enzuigiri! This stuns Abyss and buys Styles his freedom, which he uses to roll back to his feet and rush the big man, connecting with another dropkick that sends him into the ropes. As Abyss rebounds, Styles spins into a sweep of the leg that sends the big man face-first to the canvas, then finds his vertical base and starts talking smack to the Monster as he recovers. AJ smacks the back of Abyss' head as the bigger man finds all fours, taunting him. When Abyss gets to one knee, AJ smacks him in the masked face. This is decided the wrong move as Abyss surges from that position to turn his opponent inside out with an absolutely devastating lariat! AJ eats the mat as Abyss gets back to his feet and puts the boot to his opponent, stomping hard on the shoulder. Abyss then bends down and grabs his foe, pulling him up to his vertical base before whipping him into a corner, then following him in for a corner clothesline. The Monster steps away, getting some distance between himself and Styles before coming back in to follow up with another clothesline, only to be caught out with an elbow to the jaw that sends him reeling half a step back. AJ uses the separation to back up onto the middle rope, then leaps off, catching Abyss in a DDT clutch and driving his skull into the canvas with a tornado DDT! The fans boo as Styles pushes Abyss onto his back and hooks the leg.



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...NO! The monster kicks out!



Ranallo: He may not be Hercules, but Abyss displayed the right amount of toughness kicking out of that brain-scrambling DDT.



As Abyss struggles up to his vertical base, Styles is taking pot shots, kicking him and punching him wherever there's an opening. The cumulative blows have the effect of wearing the Monster down, and by the time he finds his feet it's all he can do to try and deflect the running forearm from his foe. He manages to do so, but is staggered backward against the ropes. AJ charges him again, this time looking to send him over and out, but Abyss ducks and back body drops Styles clear over the top! Styles would have had a hard landing, but instead Rhino catches him, planting him safely on his feet. With a nod, AJ turns around and climbs back up onto the apron, capitalizing on his unsuspecting foe and catching him with a running forearm smash to the side of his masked head. Abyss stumbles toward the middle of the ring and turns around, only to catch a Phenomenal Forearm for his efforts! He falls to the canvas, but rather than cover, AJ pulls him right back up and sends him into the corner, then rushes in and connects with a corner lariat. At that, AJ leads Abyss out of the corner in a side headlock, but Abyss manages to wrap a big arm around his waist and lifts him up, dropping him on the canvas!



Graves: AJ had a chance to put this match away. I don't understand why he didn't!



Phillips: My only guess is he's trying to send a message.



As AJ gets back to one knee, Abyss is on him, closing one massive hand over AJ's face and using it to lift him to his feet, then launches him into the ropes. As AJ rebounds, Abyss catches him and spins him up and over in a tilt-a-whirl slam! AJ arches his back as Abyss snarls, getting back to his feet and deadlifting the smaller man into a fallaway slam. At ringside, Mitchell goads his Monster on and Abyss grabs AJ by the hair, dragging him to the corner before throwing him into it. The Monster crosses the ring to the corner opposite, then launches himself into a sprint and connects with a bone-crunching body avalanche as the fans pop, happy to see Styles eat shit. Abyss steps away and AJ stumbles from the corner right into a scoop up as the Monster walks him to the middle of the ring, drops him with a sidewalk slam and covers.



Ranallo: Don't bother with a chiropractor, I think Abyss just gave AJ an adjustment for free!



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The Monster pulls AJ up and sends him into the ropes, then bodily slams him to the canvas with a spinebuster. AJ again arches his back, grimacing as he absorbs the drop, then rolls for the ropes and protection. He rolls out onto the apron but Abyss pursues, putting a boot between the ropes and choking AJ. The official warns him off and starts a count and Abyss keeps his boot grinding right until the 4 before pulling away, leaving his opponent sputtering. The big man then drops and rolls out of the ring, approaching AJ and clubbing him hard on the chest with a raised hand that lands with a meaty thud. AJ shoots up to a seated position but Abyss pulls him right back down and clubs him again, then shoves him back into the ring, sliding in behind and covering.



Phillips: Those clubbing blows from Abyss are hard enough to make your heart skip a beat!


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Mitchell is shouting for Abyss to finish things up, and the Monster gets to his feet and looks to his manager with a nod before turning and hauling Styles to his feet. Abyss biel throws Styles into the ropes and on the rebound he grabs Styles to attempt the Blackhole Slam, but AJ catches the leg and rolls through, trapping the big man in the Calf Crusher! The fans boo loudly as AJ pulls hard on the leg, trying to maximize the damage he can do. He keeps the Monster trapped in the hold for more than six seconds before Abyss manages to grab a rope, forcing a break.



Ranallo: Mamma mia, Abyss looked like he was finished in that Calf Crusher but he powered through!



Graves: That move has finished so many men but Abyss managed to find a way to escape it.



Phillips: He's no man, he's a Monster!



Styles finds his feet and as Abyss works to one knee, AJ delivers a Spinal Tap to him, his boot connecting ugly and Abyss lurching forward onto all fours. The big man crawls to his own corner, Mitchell screaming for him to get back into this thing as AJ stalks him with a cocky grin. Abyss grabs the ropes and uses them to rise, and as soon as he's at his vertical base AJ takes a running start aiming a punt at the leg he just had trapped in the crusher. Abyss, however, manages to shove him in self defense, sending AJ tumbling backward into a roll and coming back on his feet as the big man tears out of the corner looking for a big boot, only to be caught with a Pele Kick! The Monster is stunned as AJ rolls out under the ropes and kips up on the apron, then leaps off the top rope with the second Phenomenal Forearm of the match! This time, he doesn't screw around, going for the cover.



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Here is your winner,

AJ STYLES!







Phillips: Well the fans aren't happy but the self-proclaimed Demi God has corrected his course and come up with a victory here tonight."



Graves: Just goes to show that sometimes all it takes to beat a Monster is a man with a plan.



Styles rolls out of the ring to celebrate his victory with the Will, the trio backing up the ramp while Mitchell urges Abyss back to his feet in the ring. The fans are still booing and their booing somehow grows even larger as AJ is spun around and kicked straight in the groin by Goldberg!



Ranallo: Mamma mia, it's GOLDBERG!



Goldberg lays AJ out with a huge right before he's set upon by the Will, Rhyno and Slater delivering rapid-fire blows as he covers up, then delivers a big boot out of nowhere to Heath! Slater goes down and Rhyno stands his ground, the two brawling for what seems like half a minute before Goldberg gets the upper hand and scoops Rhyno up, then runs down the ramp and powerslams him on the steel at its foot! The fans boo as Goldberg pops back up with a roar. Slater is groggily finding his feet, using the barricade for assistance, but Goldberg charges right at him and Spears him through the barricade! Popcorn flies, the whole shebang as Da Man finds his feet again, but Slater looks broken in half. Goldberg turns around to find Rhyno getting back to his feet and so he walks right over and lifts him up, dropping him with a brutal Jackhammer onto the unprotected steel ramp! Both of the Will men are down, and AJ has crawled back into the ring, hoping to find some solace there. But there's none to be found as Goldberg stalks him, jogging up the steps and entering the squared circle as he drops into the three-point stance. AJ turns and Goldberg sprints right at him looking for the Spear, but the Demi God leaps over it and as Goldberg pops back up, he turns into a Superkick! Goldberg is momentarily stunned and AJ leaps at him looking for a forearm, but Goldberg catches him and drops him on his feet, then delivers a knee to the gut before lifting him up, holding him, and dropping him with a Jackhammer! The fans are booing as Goldberg pops back up and performs his signature taunt in the ring, standing tall as the feed moves along.








Corey Graves: Earlier on today, Tom got some exclusive words for the man who’s going to face our current UWF Intercontinental Champion, CM Punk, for his championship at Backlash, and teams with him tonight in a tag team match in our main event...

Tom Phillips: WARHORSE. It’s Warhorse, I interviewed Warhorse… roll it.

Corey audibly cringes as we cut off to the earlier taped footage of Tom Phillips’ interview with the Warhorse.

//

Tom Phillips: Hello UWF Universe, Tom Phillips here, reporting exclusively with an interview with one of the highest momentum UWF’s superstars on the whole roster, WARHORSE, HOW ARE YOU?!

WARHORSE: I AM GOOD TOM, THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME HERE TODAY.

TOM PHILLIPS: IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS, WE’VE SEEN YOU ENTANGLED IN A RIVALRY WITH CM PU- PEPSI MAN, AND WE’VE SEEN IT TAKE MANY TWISTS AND TURNS THROUGHOUT. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS OVER THIS PERIOD OF TIME?

WARHORSE: WELL WHEN YOU SPEND MONTHS, AND MONTHS AND MONTHS CHASING A MAN FOR SOMETHING THAT SHOULDA BEEN SETTLED IN THREE SECONDS, IT IS REALLY TEDIOUS, TOM. HOWEVER, I’M CERTAIN THAT IT’LL BE FINALLY LAID TO REST AT BACKLASH BECAUSE WE’VE GOT STEEL BARS KEEPING THAT STINKY SAMOAN OUT.

TOM PHILLIPS: WHAT IF HE COMES TO YOU IN THAT CAGE?

WARHORSE: THEN HE’LL GET A WHOLE LEG SHOVED UP HIS ASS, FRANKLY IF HE EVEN CONSIDERS IT, HIS HEAD WILL BE ON A SHARP FUCKING KATANA BY THE END OF THE NIGHT.

TOM PHILLIPS: THAT SEEMS LIKE ADEQUATE PUNISHMENT.

WARHORSE: IT IS.

TOM PHILLIPS: WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BEING FORCED TO TEAM UP WITH CM PUNK TONIGHT AGAINST THE COMPETITORS OF THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP COMPETITION?

WARHORSE: IT’LL BE A BREEZE, BECAUSE WE’RE THE REAL MAIN EVENT OF THE SHOW, THE POSTER KNOWS IT, THE PEOPLE KNOW IT, AND HELL, I WOULDN’T EVEN DOUBT IF REY AND SETH EVEN THINK IT. AS LONG AS THAT PIECE OF SHIT ON MY TEAM STAYS THE HELL OUT OF THE WARHORSE’S WAY, WE’LL BE FINE.

TOM PHILLIPS: YOU’D THINK WITH AN EGO LIKE PUNK’S, THAT’D PROBABLY NOT BE THE CASE THOUGH, RIGHT?

WARHORSE: I SURE HOPE NOT.

TOM PHILLIPS: WELL.

WARHORSE: WELL.

TOM PHILLIPS: I UNDERSTAND THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.

WARHORSE: THANK YOU TOM, IT WAS A PLEASURE.

//

Corey Graves: That’s… it? Tom why the hell did you cut it short?

Tom Phillips: Of course you wouldn’t understand the dynamic, Corey.

Corey Graves: Tom, sincerely, you are an idiot. Anyway.



The shot opens up on the most beautiful state of the art gym you've ever seen.



The camera pans around the hundreds of weights and equipment as a voice over begins. It's a campy, deep voice, like that of a cheesy early 2000's action movie.

The Voice
In a world full of fat, overweight, lazy losers, one man, one athlete, one hero will rise above the rest. One Alpha will show that no one works harder than him, no one trains harder than him, no one wins harder than him, no one is more ready than him. A true American Hero, the best, really, trust me. A man of huge integrity, and intellect and an unquenchable thirst for competition and greatness. He's the most ready person on the planet, and every other planet.



The Voice:
He's ready....



The Voice:
He's willing...




The Voice:
And he's coming soon.






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.




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.




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!!!!!!!




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


Rollins starts the match off but he keeps his eyes locked on Wyatt, making sure the UWF Champion doesn't try any funny business. Wyatt just waves back at him but while he's busy being distracted by his own teammate, WARHORSE comes running over and clubs him from behind. Rollins falls to his hands and knees and WARHORSE continues the assault, just beating down the number one contender. Wyatt puts his hands up to his mouth in shock while Rollins is getting beaten down. Rollins retreats to his corner where WARHORSE continues to stomp away at him until the ref makes him back off. Rollins starts to pick himself up and Wyatt fans his hands at him to give him air. Rollins gives him a shove and the ref calls it a tag. Wyatt comes in and Seth continues to argue with him. WARHORSE doesn't got time for their bickering however as he comes over and starts laying in some punches into Wyatt. He sends him to his corner and Wyatt hits the corner hard. He turns to the side and looks at Punk, giving him a wave. Punk wipes that smile off his face with a forearm to the face that has Wyatt staggering out of the corner into WARHORSE's waiting arms who throw him overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex! He goes for a pin right away



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Wyatt kicks out! WARHORSE picks up Wyatt and brings him over to his corner. He almost instinctively makes the tag to Punk but instead ignores him and grabs Bray by the head, smashing his face into the top turnbuckle over and over again, head banging along with each hit right in front of Punk. The Intercontinental Champion rolls his eyes at the display and he decides to tag himself onto the match, stopping the headband session. WARHORSE gives him a death stare but Punk doesn’t give a shit. He grabs a hold of Wyatt and brings him to an open corner just to make sure WARHORSE can’t tag himself back into the match. Punk has Wyatt in the clinch and throws a few knees to the gut before backing away to the opposite corner. He comes running back and hits the Running High Knee, turning around to hit a Bulldog!


Mauro Ranallo: Despite them not really working together, Punk and WARHORSE have worked out a good strategy here of isolating Bray Wyatt.

Tom Phillips: OF COURSE THEY'RE IN CONTROL. WARHORSE IS A LEADER AND IT'S GREAT TO SEE CM PUNK FOLLOW THE LEADER.

Corey Graves: You better hope Punk doesn't hear you.

Tom Phillips: I'M ALL HOPPED UP ON MOUNTAIN DEW CODE RED, I WOULDN'T FEEL A THING!


Punk stands behind Wyatt and waits for him to get up, pointing at WARHORSE to show him his future. Wyatt slowly rises up but turns right away to give him the Jump Scare Clothesline! Wyatt then mounts him and grabs his head with both hands and just starts ramming the back of his head into the mat over and over again. He picks up Punk and brings him over to the middle of the ring and tags in Rollins. Seth looks a bit confused but Wyatt is waving for him to come in and play with him, setting up a double team maneuver. Rollins instead just knees Punk in the gut and waves Bray off. Rollins pulls Punk off the ropes and hits a Falcon Arrow, reaching over to hook the leg for the pin.



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Punk kicks out! Rollins backs up and looks at Wyatt, Bray is nodding in approval with a smile on his face as he runs p, looking for the Curb Stomp. Punk pushes himself back up and out of the way as Rollins stomps on the mat. Punk hits a Spinning Back Kick to the gut and hooks both arms in a double underhook. He lifts him up for the Welcome to Chicago but Rollins reverses in mid air into a Hurrincanrana! Punk rolls through back up to his feet and turns around just in time to see Rollins running at him. He sends him up and over with a Back Body Drop except Rollins lands on the apron. He gives Punk a stiff forearm to the face that sends him reeling to the center of the ring. Rollins jumps up to springboard into the ring but Bray shakes the ropes in excitement causing Seth to lose his balance and rack himself on the top rope!


Mauro Ranallo: And there goes the first shot fired among teammates.

Corey Graves: I'm not sure if that was intentional, it seemed more like childlike glee from Bray Wyatt.

Tom Phillips: WHO CARES, TAG IN WARHORSE PUNK AND HE'LL GET THINGS RIGHT BACK ON TRACK!


Bray hand is hands on his his cheeks, mouth agape at the gaffe. Punk comes running over and hits Rollins with a Dropkick that sends him out of the ring. He then runs to the opposite side of the ring to build some moem,ntum before diving out with a Suicide Dive onto Seth! He picks up Rollins and tosses him back into the ring, scurrying over to make the pin.



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Rollins kicks out! Punk brings him back up to his feet but Rollins rushes forward, backing him into his corner. WARHORSE tags himself in my slapping the back of Punk's head. WARHORSE comes in and grabs Rollins from behind, delivering a German Suplex! WARHORSE goes to pick him back up but Punk gives him a Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head! WARHORSE falls forward and now Rollins stands over him. He lifts him up into a powerbomb position before running to his corner to deliver the Buckle Bomb! WARHORSE falls to his knees from the impact leaving Seth to kick him in the side of the head with the Avada Kadavra! He pulls him away from the corner and makes the pin.



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WARHORSE kicks out! Rollins brings him back up to his feet but WARHORSE comes to life, hitting him with punches to the gut and a headbutt that makes him turn away. WARHORSE then grabs him from behind to hit the Half and Half Suplex! WARHORSE gets back up and looks to his corner. Punk drops off the apron and blows him a kiss goodbye before he and Joe start to head off to the back.


Tom Phillips: BITCH MOVE FROM A PUNK ASS!

Mauro Ranallo: It's never a matter of if, but when do these matches implode and that slap to the back of the head caused this.

Tom Phillips: EH WHO CARES, WARHORSE CAN DO THIS ON HIS OWN!


WARHORSE looks back at Rollins who is getting to his feet. WARHORSE ends up cutting in half with a Spear! He starts to punch him in the head repeatedly before backing off and gives Bray a punch to the jaw as well for good measure. Wyatt stares at him with dead cold eyes and WARHORSE holds his arms out as if to say what is he going to do about it. Bray comes into the ring and WARHORSE attacks him before he can get in. Wyatt shoves him away and tells him to turn around. He does and Rollins gives him a Superkick to the jaw causing him to turn back right into Wyatt's arms, the UWF Champion dipping him over his knee and giving him a kiss goodnight before driving his skull into the mat with the Sister Abigail! Wyatt then backs away and graciously leaves him to Seth. Rollins makes the pin, making sure to keep his eyes on Bray as he hooks both legs for a deep cover.



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners the team of the UWF Champion Bray Wyatt and Seth Rollins!


Punk and Joe laugh from the top of the stage. WARHORSE rolls out of the ring while Seth continues to stare down Bray Wyatt. The UWF Champion comes into the ring whole Seth stays on his knees. Rollins opens his arms up and closes his eyes, essentially giving Wyatt free reign much like Wyatt gave him last week. Bray is giddy with excitement, slightly hopping up and down. He comes up to Seth and waves his hands in front of him as if checking to see if he's peeking. Wyatt puts his finger to his lips trying to hush the crowd as he grabs Seth and bends him over his knee. Rollins eyes are still closed and Wyatt looks down at him longingly. Before he can go for the Sister Abigail, the lights suddenly go out!


Tom Phillips: What's this now?

Mauro Ranallo: Usually the lights going out summons The Fiend or helps Wyatt escape in some way but he already had a hold of Seth Rollins.

Corey Graves: Whatever it is, I don't have a good feeling about it.


Instead of the lights returning, the arena is lit up by only the light of the titantron coming to life. Entering the empty Firefly Funhouse, as it pans into the scene Seth Rollins pulls himself up into view looking around not knowing what just happened or where he is. Looking up and down trying to get his bearing still sweating from the match he just had when suddenly he turns and puts his fist up ready to strike whoever is sneaking behind him but pauses as Wyatt is behind him looking at him almost concerned and not dressed like he was mere seconds ago.



Bray Wyatt: Oh Seth, We really appreciate you doing the neighborly thing and extending to us the same offer we allowed you last week. But, I just...I couldn't in good conscience allow him to indulge too early on what I've set up for us at Backlash. Our fun is still to come my friend, I chose you for a reason. I brought you...HERE for a reason! You wanna get in my head, you sneaky lil devil but I don't think you know the fun and games that are set up for us truly. But since you're so eager to play allow me to give you a lil sneaky peaky...Now whatever you do...Don't...Panic...Jackey did and that's why he couldn't stay

Seth doesn't seem to know what's happening, staring down Wyatt intensely trying to figure out what his gameplan is when the screen begins to get static covering it. The static takes over the feed, and yet somehow...Seth is looking around as if the static is happening in real time wherever he is now. The glitches finally consume the entirety of the feed and Seth is now replaced by Ramblin' Rabbit dressed up as Seth Rollins.



Ramblin' Rabbit: Whoa man what is goin' on dude, Seth are you in there man? I feel like I can hear you inside of me bro.

Bray stands menacingly over the puppet now, as he speaks in a booming voice down to the cosplayed out Rabbit.

Bray Wyatt: Do you understand Seth? In my world, this is who you are. Not a Fantastical new friend, not a totally different level of thought that is introduced to the world in a special episode. When you knock on the door of my Funhouse and try to figure me out, you become a Ramblin' Rabbit. Tirelessly speaking about your calculations and deserving of championships...only to end Every episode...the same exactly way Ramblin' Rabbit is Ended every time he appears. Isn't that Funny? As special as you believe yourself to be...you're just a puppet...

The Rabbit puppet bounces away, the camera follows the puppet as it hops away.

In suspension

The Rabbit puppet puts both it's "hands" on the doorknob of the Funhouse trying to turn the knob to no avail. Glitches begin to start up again and the image of Seth Rollins the man pulling on the door trying to open it flash on screen.

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Once Seth seems to realize he's not a puppet anymore, he angrily turns around ready to take on Wyatt one on one right away but can't find him. He turns and sees Abby The Witch on the window sill, he grabs it and holds it in his hand. For some reason being drawn to it as he stares down at it.

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Seth hears Wyatts voice and turns around when the lights in the Funhouse turn off Leaving the arena in pitch blackness around as the titantron turns off. Suddenly the lights return in the arena, and Seth is standing in the middle of the ring totally confused. Looking around, wiping his eyes to make sure he's in the ring again and not in the Funhouse. He looks unamused by all the mind games Bray is trying to pull, as if it's all been a waste of time.

IN

over the speakers you hear the final word and suddenly Seth pauses. His eyes bulge as if he suddenly got something stuck in his throat, he grabs at his neck and starts to cough. At first mildly and then slowly turning into a panic as he drops to his knees coughing, spitting out some kind of black ooze from his mouth before he drops to the mat trying to get it all out and breath normally again. As Revolution comes to an end you see a hole being torn through the mat and from under it peeks up The Fiend, staring at the way Seth is gasping for air.



Corey Graves: I told you I had a bad feeling about this.

Mauro Ranallo: Seth may live to regret attempting to figure out Bray Wyatt.

Corey Graves: Key term there Mauro is, "May Live".







END OF SHOW



Credits

Sydal vs Conway - Evolution J
Mysterio vs Galloway - Dresden
Styles vs Abyss- Crann
Orton vs Sonya - Fauche
Cena vs Piper, WARHORSE/Punk vs Wyatt/Rollins - Danny

[Evolution J]

The show was amazing. Glad I made a good choice to help lighten the load for the writers. I can't wait for next week show. Props to all those who participated in the show and to everyone that wrote the show that doesn't include me.


Otherwise I am glad Jye had make a good impact even though he lost to me. I am pretty sure we will expect a fantastic back and forth between him in his match against Roddy Pipper. Good to see AJ finally got a win. We will see if AJ can go back to his winning ways after his match with Goldberg at WWE Backlash. Goldberg vs AJ Styles will sure be one tense match up, Bray Wyatt got payback on Seth Rollins this week. I honesty can't wait to see those two collide in the ring at WWE Backlash. Abyss is a beast even though he lost to AJ Styles. He has a huge future ahead of him. Rob Conway vs Rey Mysterio is going to be one awesome match up for sure. Let's see if Rob Conway can steal the TV Championship belt away from Rey at WWE Backlash. I know fore sure Rey Mysterio will make sure Rob steal a win and his TV Championship for sure. I am guessing Sami Zayn might made a comeback and cause Seth Rollins his match because he want his revenge for Seth putting him on the shelf. Hmmm, The debut of Chad Gable should be interesting.... I wonder if he makes a good debut for UWF. Matt Sydal is doing good so far and He is improving. Let's see if he can finally get a win over the Viper. That should be interesting.

I almost forgot Warhorse vs CM Punk in a cage s going to be awesome. It will be going to be a tough match to predict who will win. But we will know CM Punk will make sure Samoa Joe will help him in every way to make sure he keep his IC reign going strong.

Other than that, awesome job everyone.

[Dres]

Heyman, Punk, and Goldberg stand out on this edition for sure. Considering how close we are to Backlash, I’d say this was the go home and it was a strong go home, especially for Goldberg wrecking everyone he came in contact with. Good show, I enjoyed it.

[George]

I feel sometimes there’s a lot of times where things feel like you do a lot of work for something and people just dismiss it quickly, so here we are! The go home Revolution. I feel like Backlash has a lot of potential with the people putting stuff into their feuds and programmes and stuff.

Very glad to see that Piper is bouncing back with his run, I think as he continues to evolve and develop he could very well be the person who dethrones Chase’s Rey Mysterio.

Is Goldberg a heel or a tweener? Sure not face realm moves, and I know that Styles isn’t a face after the months with the IC title and such. As well as that dumbass weeb shit, who’d cheer that! I dunno, maybe Goldberg is just like a “vigilante” type thing. Good though.

The content Fauche puts in with his Punk is wonderful, very glad to be working this feud with him. I genuinely think that he can’t run a character badly, every loss he gets is really just a Danny sympathy for the opponent card.

Evolution J’s Randy killing folks, I think honestly he doesn’t even have to be in the TV scene if he keeps on improving at this rate, he can very easily take it to the World Championship scene.

Love this bigging up of Seth by Paul, very in term for the character but I’m not sure if it’s really a well placed angle to take considering the feud he’s in currently revolves around fear of Bray, and being determined to beat him with that. Ego is a bit of a weird characteristic to push for within that type of narrative, especially how he’d probably be spooked by last week.

Not going to lie, with how strong Chase’s Rey Mysterio is rolling on I was totally expecting him to beat Crann’s Drew McIntyre, hold medal and TV title on considering how much dirt he has cheating to beat both the champion and the challenger for the IC at Backlash, anyway, second defense in, Crann rolls on.

Liked doing this little promo with Fauche, adding a lot of depth with the two of our characters throughout the show, and the tying in of Tom Phillips is nice to wherever we want to take the story. Gots to have the Warhorse’s biggest fan backing him till the end.

Is Ace coming back? I remember seeing that Danny was messaging him a while about coming back, and he’s the only one who takes the Crann style of writing the dialogue with the paragraphed things, I think DNU did that too but I’m not that sure. Does feel like a character Ace would take though.

Was convinced to myself that we pulled away that thread for the main event but hey ho I guess someone had to drop off the apron to walk away and it wasn’t gonna be Bray. Lots of depth in the post match thing too, very much expect Bray to retain however, as it’s very much in his favour with the angle, the content, the build and recent threads, would be nice if it had me doubting it going into the show.

[Dres]

May 15, 2021 11:23:29 GMT -6 George said:

As well as that dumbass weeb shit, who’d cheer that!