Post by Danny on May 20, 2021 20:12:11 GMT -6
As the logo is seen, 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 fans from all around the world gathered for the UWF's newest show, Rebellion! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to the second edition of Rebellion! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me as always, former International Champion Corey Graves and Tom Phillips!
Tom Phillips: While some folks would rather stay home and rest up for their big matches at Backlash, others want to come out and get their reps in.
Corey Graves: It's the one of the few times you never know who you'll see walking out from behind the tron. Will we see a return, a legend or a brand new wrestler? The sky's the limit!
Mauro Ranallo: So without further ado lets get our first matchup underway.
The titan tron changes to the video of that of the "American Alpha" Chad Gable. Majestic stars and stripes fill the screen in a display fitting of that of a national hero and an Olympian. On the stage, with swagger and confidence that can only be obtained by being one of the very best wrestlers in the world, walks "The Chad" himself. 5 foot 8 of all American Beef in the perfect package struts out and takes in the endless love and admiration of the fans. He knows that the lives of the people in the crowd are changing forever just for being this close to him. He is is humbled
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 202 pounds, The American Alpha.. Chad Gable!!
Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, already in the ring, Tucker!
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Chad instantly locks up with Tucker. They wrestle each other for a brief moment before Chad slips underneath and gains control of Tuckers waist. He hoists him up and slams him face first into the mat but doesn't release the hold. Instead he flips his hips over and brings the big man back to his feet before slamming him again. This time Chad releases the hold and takes a moment to pose to the crowd, arms outstretched. His moment of celebration is short though as he is right back on the attack. He quickly locks up Tuckers leg in a vicious Ankle Lock. He wrenches it and twists as Tucker screams in pain but doesn't tap. Tucker tries to reach the ropes but falls short. He is moments away from tapping before Chad releases the hold with a sick grin and laugh.
Tom Phillips: What is this? Chad Gable actually released the hold? He was about to win.
Corey Graves: Oh I love this Tom! Just like how a cat plays with a mouse, Gable is showing Tucker he is the Alpha in this situation and he's not done with him yet.
Chad stops laughing and brings the big man back to his feet. He slaps Tucker to send him back into the corner where Chad follows up with a crushing corner clothesline. Tucker stumbles back to the center of the ring but Chad is already hooked around Tuckers waist again and with ease sends him back with a brutal snap suplex. He releases the hold and with a transition worthy of an Olympian, already has Tuckers leg again in the Ankle Lock. He wrenches and wrenches and within seconds, Tucker is slamming the mat in submission.
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by submission, "The American Alpha", CHAD GABLE!
Chad gives the crowd another pose, filled with post match intensity. He paces around in celebration and takes a second to look down at Tucker and shake his head in disappointment.
The titantron switches from the UWF Rebellion graphic to a live feed from backstage. The fellas from The Will are seen sitting in catering, finishing up their dinner.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Catering, you did it again, baby!
Rhino nods, his mouth still full as he chews. Slater and Rhino go to drop off their plates in the dirty dishes pile like gentlemen before heading off to find AJ Styles ahead of his big match. Heath is scraping off some leftover crumbs into the garbage can, when, to his surprise, a human being pops out Oscar the Grouch style!
It's a woman. Her glasses look new - like maybe she's still getting used to them. They're clearly for reading. This is a sign of her intelligence. Furthermore, she has adult braces. The glean of the arena's conference area's fluorescent lighting bounces off the metallic links with a blinding sheen. Slater has to squint just to get a better look at her.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Who in the Sesame Street Sam Hill are you?
Carumba: Name's Yikes. Yikes Carumba. You look like you're looking to find something out! Well you've come to the right place. I'm the industry's gutsiest gossip columnist! Uh! My braces are tingling! I can feel a RUMOR coming on!
Yikes rubs her braces sensually. Her eyes roll back into her skull and her voice drops an octave with the prophecy of some hot gos.
Carumba: DID YOU HEAR ABOUT DREW GALLOWAY? I HEAR HE HAS STOCKS IN MEGHAN AND HARRY'S RACIST SKIN-WHITNING CREAM BUSINESS.
Yikes' eyes and voice go back to normal and she starts typing the "news" into her phone. Slater looks confused. Rhino comes over to see what all the fuss is about.
Carumba: Oh yeah. This is big time. I can't wait to get this sucker up on twitter. No time for verification from a secondary, reputable source, I've gotta go live before Meltzer beats me to it!
Her fingers furiously fly over her phone screen. Once the "news" is finally posted, Yikes looks up to see Heath and Rhino staring at her. She can see them through her new glasses, even though she's still getting used to them.
Carumba: Didn't realize you guys were still there! LOL! You're probably wondering what I'm doing in the garbage can, huh? Well its no big secret, sillies! People tend to throw away all kinds of little goodies and tidbits. You might even call them Scoops! Not me, though. I hate that word. But you'd be amazed at the stuff that ends up at the dump. I spend a lot of time going though people's garbage. That's the best way to find out about them. Like, for example, I got a great deal on my adult braces cause I went through my dentists' garbage and found out that he was having an affair! Badda-boom, badda-blackmail, now my smile is straighter than ever! See?!
Yikes grins, once again blinding them with the glean off the braces. She shouts through gritted teeth.
Caruma SEXY RIGHT?
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Look, umm, Yikes, was it? You want a real story, look no further than The Will and the, “Demi God” AJ Styles and AJ getting his win-loss record back on track. Report on the beating he’s going to give that has been Goldberg at Backlash and then, you heard this here first from the, “One Man Band” himself, report on AJ’s ascent to reclaim the Intercontinental Championship. Whether he has to go through CM Punk or WARHORSE, Drew Galloway or Abyss, it doesn’t matter, it’s going to happen. That’s no rumor.
Rhino approaches Yikes nervously.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
Heath grabs Rhino’s arm and starts leading him away.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: You’ve always been a sucker for girls with braces. Every time this happens!
Rhino pulls his arm in, comically launching Heath as he crashes into something offscreen. Yikes goes to speak but Rhino puts his finger to her lips.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
Rhino keeps his eyes on hers as he gradually backs offscreen as Heath re-enters the shot, looking at Yikes and then at Rhino and then back at Yikes.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Every time!
Heath storms off as Yikes returns to furiously typing.
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.
With The Will in tow, AJ makes his way down the ramp and all three men enter the ring and are granted microphones.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: What happened on Revolution, it hurt. Goldberg packs a wallop for an old man!
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Goldberg, I’m not waitin’ til Backlash to get my revenge for that so if you’ve got the freakin’ backbone...
Styles is interrupted as he and The Will have a look of terror on their faces. Soon several backstage officials line the ramp with sparklers and it’s soon evident what’s going on as out walks Gillberg.
Gillberg makes his way down the ramp now as AJ and The Will are laughing when Gillberg walks up and snatches Rhino’s microphone from him.
Gillberg: YOU’RE NE-
Before Gillberg can finish the statement, AJ hits him with a boot to the face, laying him out. The Will join in and soon all three men are stomping the life out of Gillberg as the fans boo and actually start chanting for the real deal. Rhino breaks from the pack and slinks down in the corner as AJ and Heath pick Gillberg up, then Rhino cuts him down with a Gore! The booing continues as Heath grabs Gillberg and guides him up, hooking his head as he hoists him up and delivers a Jackhammer! The Will pick up Gillberg again and throw him to AJ as AJ connects with a Fireman’s Carry Facebuster. The three men now leave the ring and start heading up the ramp.
Tom Phillips: Is that the move AJ Styles has planned for Goldberg?
Mauro Ranallo: Whether it is or isn’t, I can’t get over how cowardly what we just saw was!
Corey Graves: Grow a pair, would you? This is wrestling, after all!
The three men pose at the top of the ramp as Rebellion continues.
We open as we see the Warhorse walking around backstage here tonight at Rebellion. He looks tired, very out of patience. He pauses, as he realises there’s not really a lot of space to roam around here, and not a lot of places to actually go.
WARHORSE: THE HELL EVEN IS THIS TONIGHT? I MEAN WE’RE JUST HAVING DUDES JUST SHOW UP HERE, STEAMROLL A JABRONI LOOKING ASS FUCK AND THEN WALK HOME WITH A PAYCHEQUE? KINDA SELF SERVING IF YOU ASK ME.
Out of nowhere someone jumps from above the Warhorse, crashing down on him from the heavens.
WARHORSE: O-AUF.
He falls down as he takes the brunt of the fall of the person falling.
They both stumble back up to their feet, and the Warhorse looks very aggravated from that, until the man turns around, and reveals, it’s Danhausen!
WARHORSE: OH MY GOD WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
Danhausen: Danhausen doesn’t know! But nevertheless Danhausen is here, with WARHORRRSE! WAAAAAR! HORSE!
Warhorse looks very confused looking off to Danhausen.
WARHORSE: SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT, YOU WEREN’T EVEN BOOKED TONIGHT AND YOU JUST SHOWN UP? IN THE RAFTERS? THE BACKSTAGE RAFTERS?
Danhausen: Baaah, that is not important now! For Danhausen is the present, Danhausen is here, and Danhausen is rolling and rocking it up with the soft rock pony!
WARHORSE: ARE YOU MOCKING ME?
Danhausen very vigorously considers this answer.
Danhausen: No. I think not. I don’t think so. Who cares anyway! We’re going to fight later!
WARHORSE: SO, YOU ARE BOOKED? WAIT, WE ARE?
Danhausen nods his head.
Danhausen: Too right! And you’re going down, you’re going to lose, loser! Ha ha!
WARHORSE: GOD, SHUT THE HELL UP.
Danhausen: No! I shall never, when I pin your shoulders for the three you’ll see that Danhausen speaks no lie!
WARHORSE: SURE, WHATEVER, SEE YOU OUT THERE I GUESS.
Warhorse walks off, looking more restless than before.
Danhausen: Yes, up yours!
Danhausen walks away in the other direction as we head elsewhere.
Masterpiece by Jim Johnston blares over the PA which signals the return of the former UWF Hardcore Champion Chris Masters. ‘The Masterpiece’ appears from behind the curtain and he looks shredded and ready for action. He drops his robe at the ramp as pyros go off.
The UWF universe begin to cheer as they love to see a blast from the past making a surprise appearance. Masters makes his way down the ramp hi fiving all off the kids who have rushed down to barricades. He collects a microphone and enters the squared circle. Takes a second to soak in the atmosphere and the begins an address.
Chris Masters: Wow! What an ovation, thank you. I will make this brief, but I wanted to come out here and let everyone know that ‘The Masterpiece’ is back in the UWF. I have just signed my official contract in the back and I…
Masters is interrupted mid-sentence by the oh so familiar sound of drums bellowing through the PA system which mean the arrival of ‘The Anomaly’ Bill Goldberg. The once favourable reaction he would receive has altered and as he burst through the curtain, he is greeted with a chorus of boos from the UWF universe. Goldberg is dressed in his ring gear, his pyros go off up on the stage and he steps into them.
Goldberg begins to storm down the ramp giving a death stare towards Chris Masters and he completely ignores any outstretched hands from the younger members of the audience. Goldberg looks void of emotion and he marches up the steel steps and he enters the ring. Chris Masters is not waiting around for Goldberg, he knows that ‘The Man’ is not here to exchange pleasantries and he charges right at him as he enters the squared circle. Goldberg is ready though and he takes the legs from under ‘The Masterpiece’ and initiates a double leg takedown. Goldberg looks pissed off as he relentlessly begins with an MMA Style ground and pound with hammering blows to the skull of Masters who is struggling to protect himself.
Tom Phillips: Oh my! This has just exploded this is not a scheduled matchup.
Corey Graves: Keep your arms up Chris, you need to protect yourself.
Mauro Ranallo: This is an assault. Bill Goldberg hitting Masters with vicious elbows and forearms to the side of the head.
Bill Goldberg is just vicious he is showing no remorse as he goes from ground and pound to slamming taking hold of Masters’ head and slamming it over and over on the mat. ‘The Anomaly’ has a sick smile plastered across his face as he rolls to his feet and stares out into the UWF Universe who begin furiously booing him. A dazed Chris Masters manages to get to his feet, he is on jelly legs but is not given a second as Bill Goldberg charges forward and connection with a clothesline with such fury that ‘The Masterpiece’ is turned inside out. As Masters hits the deck we can see that blood is trickling from his head from one of the earlier elbow blows from Goldberg.
Tom Phillips: Someone needs to stop this. Chris Masters was only out here to announce his UWF return. He was no prepared for Bill Goldberg tonight.
Corey Graves: You can’t prepare for Goldberg Phillips. Masters is going to find that out first-hand here tonight and his return is going to be very short lived. And AJ Styles better be watching because he is going to find out on Sunday.
Mauro Ranello: Guys, Masters is busted open. He does not even know where he is.
Chris Masters is completely out of it on the mat as a couple of referees run down the aisle and slide into the ring looking to put and end to this. Goldberg takes a step back still smiling at his handiwork. One of the refs are down and tending to Masters and the other is over trying to calm down Goldberg. ‘The Man’ does not want to entertain what the official has to say as he pushes the man in black and white to one side and like a dog with a bone he is back on top of the grounded Masters, mounting him again MMA style and continues with hammer blow after blow to the face and the side of the head. Both refs now are desperately pulling at the waist of Goldberg as Masters is just completely unable to defend himself now and his face is just a complete shade of crimson.
Tom Phillips: This is just uncomfortable to watch, we need more help out here. Chris Masters has been busted open, he looks barely conscious. This is a felony we are witness to.
Corey Graves: The only person who can stop this is Bill Goldberg himself but he is actually smiling.
Mauro Ranallo: This is a direct message to AJ Styles.
The two referees are finally able to pull Goldberg from Masters as the ringside doctor slides into the ring from the timekeepers area, he has a towel in his hand as he attempts to stop the bleeding. The two refs have Goldberg by the corner trying to talk him down and he is laughing. He points to his elbow, which caused the gash to Masters and he mouths something about AJ Styles which is not picked up by the cameras. Chris Masters is helped to he feet by the doc who is really struggling to steady the bigger superstar, blood is dripping uncontrollably from his head. But Masters still has something left as he again charges at Goldberg but again with ease he is grounded with a double leg takedown and again ‘The Man’ is on top with another series of elbows and forearms to the face. Bill Goldberg then gets up and drives the knee with force into the midsection, and again. A third strong knee strike to the gut drives Chris Masters out of the ring under the bottom rope. ‘The Masterpiece’ hits the outside with a thud.
Tom Phillips: Chris Masters is being absolutely brutalized by Goldberg.
Corey Graves: Bill Goldberg told everybody that he was going to bring credibility to the UWF. This is what credibility looks like.
Mauro Ranallo: Goldberg is just bullying Masters and MAMA MIA!!!
As Chris Masters was action receiving treatment from the ringside doctor by the timekeepers area, Bill Goldberg had slide out of the ring and come charging like a madman and echoing what he did to Heath Slater this past week on Revolution, ‘The Man’ spears Chris Masters straight through the barricade! The doctor had just say got out of harms way just in the nick of time. Bill Goldberg springs straight up to his feet and lets out a defending snarl and the doc pleads with him to allow him to give Masters the medical attention he so desperately needs. These pleas fall on deaf ears as Goldberg shoos him away and deadlifts Masters up and into a military press position. Showing insane strength Goldberg walks towards the ring and tosses Chris Masters through the ropes and back to the inside.
Corey Graves: That was insane. The strength by Goldberg picking up Masters like he was a small child.
Bill Goldberg rolls into the ring right after Masters and again he deadlifts him up into the military press position with no effort at all and this time drops him down onto his shoulder and initiates a powerslam hard to the mat. Goldberg stands over Masters, there is nothing there behind his eyes he just wants to hurt and again he grabs ‘The Masterpiece’ deadlifting him up into the military slam position and drops him into a second powerslam with even more force. Goldberg not even giving Chris a second to breath drags him up into a seated position and goes behind where he begins to strike again and again with his fist targeting with precision the open wound of Masters.
Tom Phillips: This is a mugging. Every shot from Goldberg is directed at that open wound of Masters.
The two referees who have been hovering around final work up the courage to try and pull Goldberg off off Masters. Relenting ‘The Man’ drops Masters back down to the floor and he holds up his hands as if to protest his innocence to the two officials. The doc is there again to try and help Masters as the two refs continue to plead with Goldberg to just stop. Then suddenly Goldberg strikes out with a stiff right hand and he takes the first referee off his feet and sends him flying out of the ring with the momentum of the punch. The second ref with a look of horror on his face turn tail to escape but he is grabbed by the back of the shirt and then Goldberg locks in a full Nelson and begins to ragdoll him around violently.
Tom Phillips: Oh my God! Goldberg has turned on the officials and that is the very manoeuvre which sent our broadcast colleague Josh Matthews to the hospital two weeks ago.
Mauro Ranallo: It is a Master-lock made famous by Chris Masters which is being utilised by Goldberg on the referee.
Corey Graves: It’s not Mauro because Goldberg does it even better, just ask Josh.
Goldberg tosses the second referee to the outside and stares down the doctor who is helping Chris Masters. As Goldberg begins to approach the doc dives out of the ring to safety. ‘The Anomaly’ drags Masters up to his feet and again targeting the open wound knocks him right back down again with a stiff right hand. Goldberg has Chris Masters blood literally on his hand and he smears it across his own chest leaving a disturbing red stain, he then to the horror of everyone in attendance actually tastes it!
Tom Phillips: That is disturbing.
Corey Graves: Bill Goldberg literally and figuratively has a tase for blood. I would not want to be AJ Styles this Sunday.
Goldberg drags Masters up to his feet again and he tosses him into the corner before going to work with some very strong shoulder thrusts each one going straight through ‘The Masterpiece’ and lifting him off his feet. Goldberg then grabs Masters by the throat and with one swivel of his hips he tosses Chris through the air and to the centre of the ring with authority. Like a predator stalking his prey he follows and starts to stomp away at Masters before bringing him back up to a kneeling position and driving another very strong knee strike in the rib area. Masters drops to his stomach coughing and spluttering, blood coming from his mouth now as well as still from the open wound in his head. Goldberg is really enjoying himself and there is no sign at all of anyone coming out to stop this. ‘The Man’ again drags Masters up and hoists him up in the corner so he is seated on the turnbuckle and then he drags him down into the tree of woe position.
Tom Phillips: Chris Masters is in big big trouble here.
Mauro Ranallo: Goldberg hanging Masters like a piece of meat in a meat locker.
Corey Graves: This is not going to be pretty at all.
Corey is not wrong as Bill Goldberg takes a step back and delivers a stiff kick to the chest of the hanging Masters, and then another and a devastating third. Blood is dripping down and forming a puddle underneath ‘The Masterpiece’ as Goldberg starts to go to work with lefts and rights to the midsection, more kicks and then some knee strikes. It is almost like he is using Masters as a heavy bag in the gym! With each strike delivered there is a sickening squeal from Masters who is absolutely helpless and at the mercy of ‘The Anomaly’. Goldberg does show mercy and stop or so it seems, and he sits Masters back up but only so he can deliver another clubbing blow this time to the back of the head the force of which knocks Chris from the top ropes and to the outside of the ring.
Tom Phillips: Someone really needs to stop this right now!
Corey Graves: Go ahead Phillips.
Goldberg is still not down as he exits the ring himself. He drags Masters up once more and he initiates a very string Irish Whip which sends ‘The Masterpiece’ crashing back first into the steel ring steps with so much ferocity that it actually dislodges them. More and more officials start to sprint down the ramp to come to the aid of Masters but as the do Goldberg goes after them taking each and every one of them down with right hands. ‘The Man’ is completely out of control as he goes and positions the steel steps at the bottom of the ramp, Chris Masters had been desperately try to crawl away to safety but not far enough as Goldberg grabs hold of him by the waist and pulls him to his feet. Goldberg walks up the steel steps he has set up dragging Chris Masters with him. Goldberg hooks Masters head under his right arm and with his left had he does a throat slash taunt before lifting Chris up into the vertical suplex position. ‘The Anomaly’ holds Masters up there for what feels like an eternity before vicious dropping him into the Jackhammer, there is a sickening sound as the manoeuvre is executed and Chris Masters skull connects with the steel steps. ‘The Masterpiece’ is completely unconscious, a broken and bloody mess his left foot twitching uncontrollably as if he were having a seizure.
Tom Phillips: OH MY GOD! Chris Masters’ career may be over.
Corey Graves: There is no may be about it Phillips, there is no coming back from this. Bill Goldberg is a dangerous, dangerous man.
Goldberg walks away from Masters and heads towards the timekeepers area where he grabs a microphone and he can be heard, AJ. As he continues walking back towards Masters, oh AJ. Goldberg stands over the fallen ‘Masterpiece’ and calls out his Backlash opponent one last time over the microphone. ‘Were you watching AJ?.’. Goldberg drops the mic and he drags Masters back to his feet applying his new found Swinging Full Nelson, he begins to violently ragdoll Masters who is unconscious from side to side and he climbs the steel steps as he does so Chis is lifted completely off the floor, then with one sick movement he intensifies the pressure and there is a very audible ‘pop’ as the shoulders of Masters are separated. With a smile Goldberg tosses Masters down like he were a bag of trash. He mic the mic back up. And stares dead into the camera.
Goldberg: If you think this was bad Styles you ain’t seen nothing yet boy. Three more days, that is all you have you son of a bitch. In three days, it’s Backlash and in three days AJ, YOU’RE NEXT!!
With those definitive words and with hoards of medical personal rushing to the scene we fade out to else where on this shocking Rebellion broadcast.
The scene opens with Seth Rollins backstage in casual attire in deep thought. He never once looks into the camera, but has an extremely serious tone in his voice. He has his arms folded, but he unfolds them.
Seth Rollins: The time for me to enter the Fun House is vastly approaching and I can’t wait to explore the depths of it. The firefly funhouse is probably the closest thing to Hell on Earth and in order to claim what I want; I have to navigate through the corridors and put the boiling flames out. At Backlash I have no choice but to begin the journey of becoming a human fire extinguisher to put down the Fiend in his natural state of habit once and for all.
Seth refolds his arms as he thinks deeply about the task he’s taking on this upcoming Sunday.
Many have stepped up to the spotlight and tried, and time and time again he beat them and knocked them off the top of the mountain to never be seen or heard from again. But this time is different--the circumstances are different—the stakes are higher-- & dammit—I’M DIFFERENT.
Unlike your past opponents, I can see through all the smoke, mirrors, and tricks. Giving the world a sweet somber story after you Snapped your fingers and wiped-out half of the galaxy won’t count as repentance and it won’t stop the inevitable from happening. Your one-year anniversary isn’t meant to be a celebration, it’s meant to be a night of gloom and joyless rest—for you Bray Wyatt. Everything around you and everything that you know is going to begin to shift and change until you no longer recognize it anymore. So go ahead Bray, Let Him in. Let it takeover and consume you, so I put you both to rest.
Seth walks out of the camera shot as the camera stays in the location that he was standing in. A set of red eyes pop out from the corner and static begins to show on the screen. The words ‘Let….. Me…. In……’ can be faintly heard over the static as the feed goes black and rolls forward.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles contest, introducing at this time, already in the ring, Danhausen!
Danhausen stands forward, greeting the people in a very human like fashion, very appealing to the masses, yes.
Corey Graves: Goddamn, Tony, aren’t you gonna announce his weight or where he’s even from? I’ll do it for you, he’s from Nobody Cares and he weighs a feather.
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 and waits for this one to get underway, and rule some goddamn ass, baby.
DING! DING!
Both competitors stand forward, shaking hands, there’s mutual respect there, they’re friends. As seen earlier on the show. You read the show right? Both back slightly to start pacing the ring, giving it a run around. They start this only briefly, to where the Warhorse bounces off the ropes and steamrolls Danhausen with a massive lariat turning the demon inside out.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh no, it looks like Danhausen is going to have a short night here with that move guys.
Tom Phillips: OF COURSE IT IS, THE WARHORSE JUST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF AND SENT IT TO THE BLEACHERS, MAURO.
Corey Graves: Tom you need help, seek some.
Tom Phillips: NO.
Warhorse runs up through the ropes, and then he climbs up the turnbuckles, as Danhausen lays flat out in the ring. He stands high, throwing up the devil horns for the metal spirit, as do the fans in attendance. The Warhorse leaps off and connects tight with the head of Danhausen on the ground, as the fans erupt with cheers. Warhorse hooks the legs.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!
The Warhorse immediately steps up and throws up the horns and headbangs as the fans chant his very macho name. Danhausen just stares up at the lights questioning why he even bothered showing up tonight for a special appearance.
TOM PHILLIPS: HELL YEAH THROW ‘EM UP.
Corey Graves: Your winner, Warhorse. Tom is truly creaming it up.
The Warhorse stands up to the turnbuckles and celebrates with his fans, climbing down and heading to the barricade to celebrate with them. We head elsewhere.
Scene two...
[we see John Cena walking down the hall about 10 minutes after his promo]
[Hoeski-] Eve Torres: John. down here!
John looks around, not noticing anyone..
[Hoeski-]: Eve Torres: John get over here right now!
John is then grabbed by the arm and slammed against the wall as she leans against him..
'' Mr Untouchable''| John Cena: Damn girl.. Ya' scruffin my clothing..
[Hoeski-]: Eve Torres: Shut up! you do what i tell you to now..
[-'' Mr untouchable''|John Cena: What the hell are ya talking about? Ya gon' crazy woman?
[-Hoeski-] Eve Torres: I've signed a Contract to make sure you do your best.. which is you do what i tell you to.. Now that you've had your fun talking about anyone you will be working out the rest of the day..
[-'' Mr. Untouchable''-]|John Cena: What da' hell! Hell no, First off F#ck Rules, Ruck Fules, second off i ain't doin a damn thing but cut another promo woman..
Cena picks up Eve and puts her to the side of him.
['' Mr. Untouchable''] |John Cena: Later..
John trys leaving again but Eve grabs him and pulls him towards her..
[- Hoeski-] Eve Torres: Alright Seriously.. Uh.. okay you don't get it do you? I own you.. you do what i tell you..
[-'' Mr Untouchable'-'] |John Cena: Okay see that right there, Tha' sh#ts gotta go right there, cause it don't cut' it wit me okay Woman!
[- Hoeski-] Eve Torres: You've got to be ready John, to take on Sami..
[-'' Mr Untouchable''-] |John Cena: What was that? What? Sami.. My match with him.. Look at me bay-bah, I am One Hundred Percent in shape.. I have a better body then anyone around here..
Eve takes a peak at his abs and smiles..
['' Mr. Untouchable''-] John Cena: What's so funny? Ya' Tryin to rain on fire.. Well it only gets stronger when you try that.. It ain't gonna cut it, Im'a send ya ass back to the boss sista..
She takes her glasses off and sticks them back in her hair..
[- Hoeski-] Eve Torres: John.. relax, you seriously don't want to do that... just im here to keep you in line and i will do what ever it takes..
[-'' Mr Untouchable-''] John Cena: You do what cha' gotta do, I'm a do what I do best, and that's break all the rules.. and over come all odds, Cause the odds are always stacked at a high margain when you mention John Cena's name, as for Sami.. Uh.. It's time.. His
Time Is Up.. Mah Time is Now.. I'm outta here..
[Cena brushes Eve's hand off her arm and he walks farther down the hall as she just sighs as the Camera's fade out..]
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 Boogeyman comes out from the back, shirtless with black tights on and he’s holding a bucket and a mouth full of worms. He munches and chomps at them as he makes his way down to the ring, grinning at delicious contents in his mouth and ringside. He makes his way down to the ramp and throws the bucket of live worms in Paul’s Heyman’s direction who scurries away to the other side of the ring in terror.
The Boogeyman enters the ring and stares at his opponent, still munching away.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, The Boogeyman!!
Seth Rollins & The Boogeyman stare at each other in the center of the ring while the crowd begins to cheer like mad for the beginning of a prized fight. Seth throws a right hand and the Boogeyman eats it up and just gives him a smile, daring him to strike him again. Seth obliges but once again, no effects on the Boogeyman from the punch.
The Boogeyman delivers two punches that connect to Seth, stunning him. The Boogeyman goes for one more, but Seth dunks and runs behind the Boogeyman and bounces off the ropes with his momentum. Seth ducks a clothesline attempt from the Boogeyman and Seth bounces off the ropes once more, this time delivering a flying forearm that knocks the Boogeyman off a vertical stance and to his back! Seth kips up ala Shawn Micheals as Boogey races back to his feet as well.
Tom Phillips: What an amazing display of athleticism by Seth Rollins there!
Seth begins to punch and kick on Boogeyman in the corner who begins to protect himself. Seth Irish whips the Boogeyman who reverses it, sending Seth into the opposite turnbuckle corner. Boogey sprints in and delivers a splash on the body of Seth Rollins who falls to his knees. Boogeyman picks Rollins up by the hair and delivers a night fist chop that sends echoes through out the arena. Seth’s chest immediately turns red from the slap. Boogeyman rakes the eyes of Seth and then grabs him by his hair, and lifts Seth up over him body, then drops him face first onto the turnbuckle.
Corey Graves: The Boogeyman is looking soling to start the match off
Tom Phillips: Can’t take him lightly!
Seth stumbles from the impact and Boogeyman clotheslines The Architect out of the ring and to the outside. The crowd begins to boo as Boogeyman begins to taunt the crowd for being able to down the Messiah easily. Paul Heyman begins to plead with Seth to get up. Seth obliges and gets to his feet before the ref can begin his count. Seth gets on the apron and Bogeyman meets him at the apron from inside the ring, but it’s a ploy. Seth grabs the Boogeyman by his head and neck and drops down to the outside catching Boogeyman with the ropes. Boogey is stunned and starts stumbling backwards. Seth jumps on the apron and again and catapults himself off the top of the ropes—Seth connect with a diving knee from the ropes that floors the Boogeyman as the crowd begins to cheer like wild.
Corey Graves: Signature Seth Rollins showing that resiliency!
Seth bounces off the ropes and goes for the kill early, he attempts the curbstomp, but Boogey moves out of the way and Seth jams his foot into the mat. Boogeyman connects with a big boot to Seth’s jaw that immediately floors him and stops his momentum. Boogey grabs Seth by the hear, but The Architect begins to punch ferociously at Boogeys stomach until he unhands him. Seth then swings around the Boogeyman and connects with a German Suplex. Seth doesn’t release the hold and somehow get himself and the boogeyman back to his feet and hits him with another German Suplex! And then a third! A fourth! A fifth! A sixth!
Mauro Ranallo: The New Age suplex machine ladies and gentlemen!
Seth releases the hold from exhaustion and the Boogeyman is lying in agony after those consecutive suplexes. Seth gets to his feet, and then bounces off the ropes and hits a running shooting star press. Seth pins goes for a cover.
1………..
2…………
Kick out by the Boogeyman. Seth is kind of shocked but goes back to work none the less. Seth begins to stalk his prey and once the opportunity comes, Seth goes for the stomp again, and MISSES again. Seth jams him leg into the mat once more and begins to limp. Boogeyman smells the opportunity and grabs Seth by the throat and delivers a tremendous chokeslam in the center of the ring that shakes the rings foundation. Seth is laid out flat and Boogey goes for the cover.
1………..
2………….
3!!!!!!!!!!
Tom Phillips: My God it’s OVER!
Seth gets his shoulder off the mat at the last possible second and the Boogeyman and the crowd are all in disbelief. Boogey gets to feet and grabs Rollins by the hair and props him up in the corner and begins to drill him with body blows. The Boogeyman then gives Seth an irish whip into the opposite corner. Boogey charges full speed after him but Seth moves out of the way at the last second and the Boogeyman runs sternum first into the corner and stumbles back in pain.
-SMACK!-
Mauro Ranallo: What a kick! Wow!
Seth Rollins delivers a superkick that takes the Boogeyman’s head off his shoulders. Boogey’s limp body bounces off the ropes and he somehow stays up right—and Seth grabs him from behind and delivers an Olympic slam! Boogey is wiped out, and Seth sits up smiling as he just paid homage to an old mentor. Seth gets to his feet while Boogey is still sprawled out and he begins to climb to the top rope. Seth stands at the top rope and hypes the crowd up while keeping his sight set on the motionless monster. Seth jumps off…. And delivers the Phoenix Splash to perfection!!
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia!!! What a big-time maneuver!
Tom Phillips: Did you hear that thud?!
Seth’s body bounces off the Boogeyman’s and he immediately begins to hold his ribs from the impact. Seth rolls on his back while Boogeyman rolls to one shoulder, still lifeless. Seth manages to get to his knees, then to his feet before the ref starts the count, and he grabs the upper torso of Boogey to set him up—Seth bounces off the ropes and then delivers a skull crushing curb stomp to the Boogeyman. Seth stares at his lifeless body before looking at the crowd. Seth then stares at Heyman who nods his head in approval at the damage done.
Corey Graves: What could possibly be next after that sickening curb stomp?!
Seth grabs the lifeless arm of the Boogey while getting on his back to lock on a seemingly familiar submission move…….
Mauro Ranallo: Wait a minute, is that..?
Tom Phillips: No Way..
Corey Graves: It’s Seth Rollins submission move, THE DEMON SLAYER! And he has it locked in! It’s a move we haven’t seen used in quite some time here! It's better known as the Gogoplata chokehold!
Seth firmly pushes his knee into the throat of the Boogeyman while clamping down as hard as he can with both hands. Seth starts screaming out ‘LET HIM IN!’ while keeping the submission move. Boogeyman has been lifeless for quite some time so the ref has no choice but to check hit vitals. The ref grabs the arm of the Boogeyman and holds it up, and it drops like an anvil. The ref does it a second time, and the same result. The ref does it for the third and final time and Boogeyman is OUT! The ref calls the match via submission.
Winner By Submission: SETH ROLLINS!!!!!!!!!!
Mike Rome: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, the Owner of UWF, EC3. Now Mr. Carter, earlier in the night we heard from John Cena about a potential match with Sami Zayn but-
EC3: Let me stop you right there. Sami is still out with a concussion. Maxine has informed me that he actually came back last night to do another test but failed it although things are looking up. You may end up seeing him sooner rather than later.
Mike Rome: Speaking of Maxine, I saw her earlier here doing a lot of behind the scenes stuff, more than usual. Any reason why?
EC3: Well that's a simple question. She basically runs Rebellion. I'm not just walking around shirtless for no reason. It's a good time for me to get a good workout going. Have you seen how many brawls break out lately? You never know when you'll need to see EC3 come out and put someone in their place so I've got to stay fit. But back on the topic of John Cena, he should have been scouting for an actual opponent he could beat. To see Cena how he is now, it's a real shame. I mean he was one of the longest reigning World Champions on an inferior brand once. Hopefully Eve can turn him around.
Mike Rome: Backlash is coming up soon so I'm wondering, what exactly is EC3 looking forward to? The World title match? An undercard match like Orton vs Sydal? Or maybe the return of Goldberg?
EC3: None of the above actually. Bray Wyatt is a great attraction and you never know what you'll get with Randy Orton. I've never been a fan of legends returning and taking people's spot but Goldberg's a big name and I run a very successful business for a reason. That said I'm looking most forward to Punk vs WARHORSE. Punk likes to tell it like it is and it's put up or shut up time for WARHORSE. We'll see if he can finally get it done now that he's backed into a corner.
Mike Rome: Alright well enjoy the rest of the night Mr. Carter, back down to you guys.
Mike Rome throws it back to ringside.
As the guitar and the kick drums of Velvet Revolver’s hit begin to kick in Excalibur walks out in a suit looking smug in his mask, as the guitars get faster and the first “Hey!” Is heard Super Dragon menacingly walks out and he just slowly marches to the ring as Excalibur follows his friend close behind. Once in the ring Super Dragon marches into a corner and waits while Excalibur’s yells at the fans.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Orange County, California, weighing in at 225 pounds and being accompanied by Excalibur, he is SUPER DRAGON!”
Super Dragon doesn’t budge from his corner but the fans can’t help but clap along with Excalibur CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP “SUPER DRAGON!”
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP But Dragon just awaits the bell.
Already in the ring is Chase Parker, looking worried.
DING DING DING
Parker tries to throw a superkick, Dragon catches the foot and throws him to the ground and transitions into the Curb Stomp, tosses the body into a corner and storms in for, a Cannonball Senton, squashing the member of EverRise. Picking him up he nails Parker with a Barry White Driver, scoops him up and spikes him with a Pyscho Driver, and decides to not pin him. Dragon just scoops him up and nails him with another Pyscho Driver.
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Super Dragon intensely stares the downed Parker and scoops up Martel who ran up to check on Parker and nails him with a Pyscho Driver onto Parker then just leaves.
THE RENAISSANCE
The fans boo their little faces off when "Viva La Vida" hits the PA. It doesn't take long for CM Punk to walk through the curtain. With his Intercontinental Championship belt draped over his shoulder and a microphone already in hand, the arrogant Chicagoan strolls down the ramp. Notably, Samoa Joe is nowhere to be found.
There's no love lost between the UWF Universe and the tandem, but Punk's in too high of spirits tonight to have his mood dampened by the jeers. Scaling the steps, Punk climbs through the ropes to stand in the center of the squared circle.
Ranallo: It seems as though the Intercontinental has something to get off his chest tonight.
Phillips: Some last words before WARHORSE dethrones him at Backlash, maybe.
Graves: Could you be any more biased?
Brooks patiently waits for the crowd to settle down after his music cuts out before starting to speak. Eventually, when he feels he their attention, he begins.
Punk: A guy named Henry Mencken who you've probably never heard of once said that "Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want and deserve to get it good and hard."
He pauses, letting giving them time to process that. Punk then turns to face a massive banner advertising the up-coming pay-per-view event. Pointing to it, he continues.
Punk: That'll be Backlash - the night where everyone gets exactly what they asked for.
The crowd can't help but pop for this, but that's probably just because they're imagining WARHORSE finally shutting the Second City Superstar up.
Punk: Yep, that's right. You should be excited. You have every right to be. The voice of the mob has been heard. Surveys were surveyed, studies were studied, focus groups were... well... focused, I guess. And all of that just to spell out what was already obvious - that coming out of Wrestlemania, you people wanted to see WARHORSE get another crack at CM Punk.
They cheer again but Punk keeps talking right over them.
Punk: Make no mistake about it - the only reason EC3 let that insipid troglodyte come begging me for a second round is because of the fuss you guys made. That's the reason his number got called in the first place - the only explanation for a talentless hack getting plucked from the indy's was all the clamoring from everyone taken in by his ridiculous gimmick. There's the story of his UWF career in a nutshell. The WARHORSE is put in a position to over-achieve time and time again, not because he's earned it, not because he's worth a damn, but because you just can't get enough of him. It's hard for someone like me to wrap their head around it, but I guess its kinda like when a kid can't help but chew on their crayons even though it keeps making them sick and they're continually disciplined for it. Stupid is as stupid does, right?
I'm not sure that anybody in the UWF has ever racked up a worse record in big matches in such a short time. We're talking title matches, the Money in the Bank, Royal Rumble, pay-per-view main events, whatever - WARHORSE has just consistently dropped the ball for the entire year he's been here. But here you all are, still cheering, still hoping. Fingers stubbornly crossed. It's that blind faith that's fed into an already confused man's delusions. The guy's his own biggest mark and its your fault.
I beat WARHORSE at Wrestlemania - a match he promised you there was no way he'd lose. He had to come back to me on his hands and knees, pleading for one more chance. You mighta spared him the indignity. Instead? You egged him on.
Punk: So... like I said... we all get what we want - like NASCAR fans waiting on a car crash. You get to see your boy make one more walk. WARHORSE gets to keep his pathetic little boyhood dream alive that much longer and me... well shit... I get to be the guy who teaches the whole world it's lesson. Ideally, I'd be head-lining pay-per-views against world class talent and showcasing why I'm the best god damn wrestler on the planet. Before I can get to that, seems like I need to get this out of the way. There's a message to make clear - and that's that the UWF, it's fans, roster and powers-that-be, don't really know what's good for them. If the so-called UWF Universe ever knew what pro-wrestling truly could be, it's become distracted by idiots and forgotten. But I never forget.
This'll be the nail in the coffin. WARHORSE will never challenge me for another championship, and, ya know, hopefully just retire in shame when this is all said and done. The Renaissance needs to be freed of the burden of this... this cultural and spiritual stalemate. This marriage to what was exciting ten, twenty, thirty years ago. WARHORSE personifies that, you cheer him for it, and I'm gonna kill it. Out with the old, in with the -
The roof damn near blows off the building when "Real American" blasts through the PA. Hulk Hogan himself storms out on to the stage!
Ranallo: The Hulkster has arrived!
Phillips: I can't believe it!
The former UWF Transatlantic Champion theatrically puts a cupped hand to his ear, raising the volume from the fans up another notched. They continue to chant his name as he marches down the ramp, eyes dead set on CM Punk. Brooks looks mildly amused, if a bit annoyed to have been interrupted. A crew member rushes to get Hogan a microphone as he approaches the squared circle. Hogan snatches the stick before climbing the stairs and then stepping through the rope. While the legendary wrassler would ordinarily play things up for the crowd a while, tonight, he's got a bone to pick with the IC Champ. Hogan lifts his mic and the crowd quiets down, stoked to hear him tear CM Punk a new one.
Hogan: Now you listen up and you listen good, Brother! The Hulkster's had to put up with you running your mouth for waaaaay too long now. I saw you and your little pal Samoa Joe cheat your way to winner's circle at Wrestlemania X, and that made me sick to my stomach! It broke my heart! But I didn't stay down long Brother, and you wanna know why? Because I knew it wouldn't be long until that rampaging, raging wild man WARHORSE came back and gave you exactly what you had comin' your way!
Enormous pop from the crowd following Hulk's promise of a reckoning. Punk chuckles and politely hears him out.
Hogan: Now let me tell ya something else, Brother! The Hulkster woulda been fine waiting to see you get your but beat at Backlash. But it just so happened that I was in the building tonight when I heard you talking trash about the millions and millions of Hulk-a-Maniacs out here! Who do you think you are, buster? Cause there ain't nobody but nobody who can look down on the fans! And seeing as there's nobody else here to teach you some manners, I've got just one question - and that's whatcha gonna do, when HULKAMANIA runs wild on you, Brother?
Again, the sold-out crowd couldn't possibly scream or applaud any louder for the spectacle of seeing the legendary Hulk Hogan square off against CM Punk. The latter superstar, however, doesn't seem so impressed or amused.
Punk: Ya know, Hulk, I saw you limping around backstage earlier and I had a feeling that you'd drag your old ass out here if I pushed all the right buttons. Clever me, huh? So I planned ahead, and uh, well, to respond to overplayed, stupidly obvious question - I'm not gonna do anything.
The fans boo while Punk leans to the side and nods over Hogan's shoulder, gesturing towards the entrance ramp.
Punk: But he might.
Samoa Joe marches out on to the stage looking ready for action - geared up and trademark towel draped around his neck. The Samoan Submission Machine cracks his knuckles as he comes down the ramp. Hogan is caught off guard, but the Hulkster turns with his dukes up, ready to take on Punk's enforcer.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! It's a set-up!
Phillips: What?!? They can't do this!
Graves: Hogan brought this one himself. He shouldn't have stuck his nose in CM Punk's business.
Hogan's yelling at the Samoan to come on and bring it. Joe is about halfway down the ramp when Punk straight up blindsides Hulk from behind, blasting him across the back of the head with the Intercontinental Championship belt. The music cuts out and the fans boo the shit out of Punk, who stands tall over the concussed legend. Samoa Joe finally get to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, peels Hulk off the canvas and tosses him over to his partner. Punk catches Hogan coming by and drapes him up over his shoulders, taking a moment to wink at the hard cam before delivering a thunderous Go To Sleep!
The Hulkster's face bounces off of Punk's knee and he collapses on the canvas. The fans couldn't be more irate, but Punk just laughs. He turns his back while Joe swarms Hulk, peppering him with some brutal ground-and-pound before rolling him over to slap on the Coquina Clutch! The Samoan Submission Machine aggressively chokes the life out of Hogan, who is powerless to defend himself.
Phillips: Somebody needs to stop them!
Ranallo: Get security down here!
Soon enough, a half-dozen security team members rush the ring, followed by a few producers. Joe sees them coming and mercifully releases the hold. He gets to his feet, collects his towel and joins Punk in heading out of the ring. The goons shout at them, chastising the tandem while the crowd continues to boo. Punk and Joe don't pay them any mind as they blow past the security and head back up the ramp. Once the threat is out of the way, EMT's hurry down to cart Hogan to the nearest medical facility.
Graves: I know it's not what the fans wanted to see, but that's just a glimpse of what could go down at Backlash. The Renaissance have proven to be one step ahead of WARHORSE at every turn just like they were with Hogan tonight. I know WARHORSE thinks he's mitigated that danger by demanding a cage match, but you can't help but wonder if he's playing right into their hand.
Ranallo: There's playing mind games and then there's being a straight-up, despicable piece of garbage. CM Punk has crossed the line!
Phillips: I can't wait for WARHORSE to get his hands on him at Backlash!
Neither Punk nor Joe turns to look around at their handiwork as they head backstage. The EMT's get Hogan on to a stretcher and start to move him to the back as Rebellion comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
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