Revolution 6/2/21

[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: Tonight we kick off the start of the G1 Climax! 8 of UWF's top stars will battle it out for a chance to fight for the UWF Championship at Summerslam!

Corey Graves:I got my eyes set on our main event tonight. CM Punk vs Seth Rollins. The two men have had a storied career together but there will be no love lost between them.

Tom Phillips:In what's sure to be a hard hitting matchup, AJ Styles takes on Drew Galloway.

Mauro Ranallo: Plus in what's almost a tradition by now, it's Champion vs Champion as the Intercontinental Champion WARHORSE takes on the new Television Champion Rob Conway.

Tom Phillips:In non G1 action we have Super Dragon taking on Roddy Piper and the UWF Champion Bray Wyatt facing off against Matt Sydal.

Mauro Ranallo: But first we kick off the show with the first match of the G1 Climax. It's the newcomers. Both Chad Gable and Kazuyki Fujita are world class athletes looking to make their mark but we'll see who wants it more, but first a word from one of the participants.



The scene cuts to a metallic-looking warehouse, a setting welded from pure iron... and home to none other than the ironhead himself, Kazuyuki Fujita. He takes a look up, pondering his thoughts, before speaking...




Kazuyuki Fujita: You know what my problem is with wrestling?... it's just like any other form of media. It's not a sport anymore, it's just a carnival. A theme park. Wrestling isn't about competition, winning and losing is secondary to most of these artificial assholes. Hell... the piece of shit I'm wrestling tonight is just a fucking walking advertisement for his shitty little dojo, er... academy... whatever the fuck that nationalist bootcamp is supposed to be... and look at all the other scumbags in this company... they range from literal goddamn superheroes to demonic clowns. This shit isn't about fighting, it's about appeasing the fantasies of some pencil-neck geeks so they'll throw money at promoters. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to complain about how much better it used to be. It was like this in the 80s, 90s, same shit really... but at least then all the wrestlers were on coke so maybe they did actually believe they were what they presented themselves as. Whatever, point is... there was one time where wrestling was actually about wrestling. The turn of the century, the birth of Inokiism. The birth of me, the Ironhead. I made wrestling real. I made this shit a competition. I made it a fucking fight. It wasn't about putting on a show like some uppity fucking play, it was about beating the shit out of your opponent before they could do the same to you. Survival of the fittest, and I was the fittest. Nobody could stop me...

Fujita suddenly peers down toward the camera and shoots a hard glance at the audience.

Except you motherfuckers. I wasn't flashy enough, I didn't have enough "personality". The kids didn't like me. The parents didn't like me. The pencil-neck geeks didn't like me. Most importantly though, the money didn't like me. If the money don't like you, then neither do the promoters. They're the ones that stopped me, since nobody else could. I was the best in this fuckin' game, until the game shut down on me. 

Fujita pauses for a moment...

But now I'm back...

He quickly takes off his sunglasses...

...with a fucking vengeance.

Inokiism is coming to the UWF and it's gonna rip all of you fake-ass motherfuckers to shreds. I followed Go Shiozaki here from halfway across the world because I didn't like the way he carried himself. Imagine what I'll do now that all of these actors are gonna be in the same building as me. I'm gonna fucking destroy all of your favorite wrestlers. Call it open season. I'm on one big hunt, and right now I got my eyes on a juicy piece of red, white and blue meat. I hope you're ready, willing, and able to die, Chad. 

Fujita tosses the camera behind him, the broken lens filming him from behind as he storms off to fuck some shit up.



Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is an opening round match in the G1 Climax!



The titantron 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.



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.



Three Six's "Hit A Muthafucka" explodes into the arena and you know somebody is about to get fucked up. By who?... Kazuyuki Fujita of course. As the song's hostile hook rages on, a wide silhouette appears. Even the slightest shadow of Fujita commands respect. The crowd waits in anticipation before the silhouette forms into a fully fledged, absolute tank of a human being. Kazuyuki Fujita... the last successor of Inokiism... the wild beast... the ironhead... has arrived.



Chimel: Making his way to the ring... hailing from Chiba, Japan... the last successor of Inokiism... the wild beast... THE IRONHEAD!... FUJITAAAAAAA KAZUUUUUYUKIIIIII!!!!

Fujita menacingly makes his way down the ramp, carrying around an aura like no other. He's a polarizing figure in the world of wrestling. Some applaud him as an innovator, helping to bring MMA to wrestling and pioneering his own style. Others call him a disgrace, insisting that he set wrestling back with his brooding MMA style. Fujita though?... he doesn't give a damn what anybody thinks about him. He's here to wreck shop and he's unapologetic about it. He locks his cold stare on the ring as he climbs up the cold, steel steps. He walks into the ring, claiming it. Once Kazuyuki Fujita has stepped foot in the ring, it's his now, free to do whatever he wants in it, and nobody is gonna stop him.

He paces around the ring for a few moments, almost like a tiger. Fujita is a predator, and now he just has to wait for his prey to arrive. He calmly sleeks back into his corner, ready for the match to begin. It's the calm before the storm.

Tony Chimel heads out of the ring and after the Official ensures both men are ready, he calls for the bell.




DING DING


The Olympian and the Ironhead circle the ring, fingers twitching like a couple of gunslingers. The gravity of the moment isn't lost on either man. You can see the focus and intensity written all over their faces, from the furrowed brows dabbed with beads of forehead sweat, to those predatory gleans in their eyes.


Ranallo: Chad Gable came in with an impressive debut at Rebellion. Given his success as an amateur and Olympic wrestler, you have to think the promotional new-comer is a dark horse contender to win this whole tournament.

Phillips: With his resume? I might even call him a favourite!

Graves: Look, there's no denying his talent, but Gable has always competed in his own weight class. The UWF operates under openweight rules, which means that a smaller athlete like Gable can be booked against an absolute monster like Fujita. I'm not knocking Chad, but I'm not sure he's going to have anything of substance to offer the Wild Beast.


Fujita stats to move forward, maybe a little annoyed by the collective enthusiasm of the sold-out crowd and their constant cheering. So American of them, never shutting up while the wrasslin; is happening. Gable lives for the adulation. He can't help but crack a smile as the people chant his name. The Ironhead closes the distance and looks to lock-up. Chad meets him mid-ring, engaging with that classic collar-and-elbow.

Kazuyuki uses his size advantage to bully Gable back a step or two. He leans in with his weight, oppressing the patriot while forcing him down to one knee. Recognizing the imminent danger he's facing, Chad mixes things up. He explodes, forward and low, firing in on his opponent with a blasting double-leg takedown. Tough as the Ironhead is, there's no shutting down the Olympain when he has his hands clasped around your quads like that.


Phillips: Ooh! Great double-leg takedown by Gable.

Ranallo: He must have had meatloaf for dinner because he just shot in like a Bat Outta Hell!


Gable brings Fujita down into the canvas, earning some cheers from the fans for his efforts. Kazuyuki looks to slide free from the grip but the Yankee is relentless. Releasing his grip of the legs, Gable swoops around and moves in for side-control. He presses his torso down on his competitor's to cut off any hopes of bringing this match back to a vertical base. The Japanese superstar fires some elbows down at the Chad's head. A few of the strikes land flush and Gable quickly decides that he doesn't want to stay in that position and risk further damage.

With another explosive burst, Chad shoots himself up and over, gaining a full mount on Fujita! It's an impressive take, although he doesn't immediately do much with it. Chad keeps himself low, his chest glued to Fujita's while he grinds the cusp of his head into the Wild Beast's chin.


Graves: Nice work by Gable to get that position on an accomplished mixed martial artist like Fujita, but you can he reservations about posturing up to work any ground-and-pound. Those elbows The Ironhead landed early must have got his attention.

Ranallo: He might forego any striking offense and just try and go for a pin from here, Corey. You can see Fujita making sure to keep at least on shoulder off the mat at all times, but Gable might be able to force him down for the quick and relatively painless win here.


Chad does just that. While Fujita does what he can to fire off some more strikes, Gable shimmies forward. When he finally gets himself entirely above his opponent's hips, he leans in and forces both shoulder to the canvas. The Official slides in to make the count...



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Fujita rolls a shoulder up, smashing Gable across the lip with it as he does so. The American spits out a mouthful of blood as he recoils. Now off balance, there's no stopping Kazuyuki from finding some room to break free. He shoves Chad away as he scrambles to his feet with surprising haste for a man his age.

Gable rolls away and pops up. The Olympian sees trouble coming his way and ducks just in time to avoid a lariat. Chad then runs for the ropes, building up some steam before coming in fast back in Fujita's direction. Evidently, he's hoping to mitigate his size disadvantage with some fast-paced offence as well as his elite technique. That miserable old grump from the Land of the Rising Son doesn't have time for any of that junk, though, and he obliterates Gable on the way back with a discuss lariat. After turning the Minnesotan inside out, the Ironhead drops and hooks a leg for the pin attempt...



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Gable kicks out at two!


Phillips: That was a close call. I think Gable might have been knocked out cold for just a second there.

Graves: It must be like getting hit with a baseball bat - all that calcified bone and dense, knotted muscle swinging into your skull at a hundred miles an hour. Brutal stuff.


With the fans booing, Kazuyuki pulls his foe off of the canvas. He then lays into Chad with some gargantuan open-palm strikes, peppering the All-American with shots to head as well as the torso. Gable faintly attempts to posture up and defend himself. A few swats back for ignored by the Ironhead who so simply comes back that much harder with his own offense. Eventually Chad just turtles to weather the storm.

The hits see him backing up, and before long, Fujita has him pressed up against the ropes. He gets a few more blows in while the Referee starts up a five count, demanding a separation between competitors. Each hit that lands after a count garners a wave of jeers from the crowd, who are far from impressed with Fujita's nasty attitude or indifference towards them.


Ranallo: We've had a number of impressive athletes come overseas from Japan to compete in the UWF, and I think its safe to say that none of them looked as unhappy to be here as Fujita does.

Graves: Two of those men went on to become UWF Champions. Based on what we're seeing here, it might not be long until Kazuyuki Fujita adds that accolade to his resume.


The Official is about to hit five and Fujita grouchily lumbers away, his mannerisms almost bear-like between the demeanor and the violence. Gable coughs up another half-cup of blood while clutching his bruised ribs. He hardly has time to catch his breath before his opponent is back on him.

Fujita pulls him off the ropes and elevates the diminutive Olympian up on to his shoulders. He wastes no time in turning that Fireman's Carry into a Death Valley Driver. Gable's head bounces off the mat and Kazuyuki rolls him over for a second pin attempt...



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Gable powers out at one! The fans are surprised to see such tenacity from him following the swarming moments prior, but maybe the site of his own blood has stirred something into the life-long competitor.

Once again, Fujita yanks the kid up to his feet but before he can start clubbing away, Chad shuts him down with an astounding dropkick. Somehow he brings his feet up to chin level from a standing position and make it look easy. The Ironhead stumbles away, knocked off balance by the pair of boots nailing his chin. Chad follows up with a running Bulldog to bring the bruiser down. He quickly capitalizes and goes for a cover...



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Fujita kicks out just after two!


Phillips: Not quite enough umph on that Bulldog to put Fujita down for the three count.

Ranallo: But Gable's picking up some serious momentum now!


Gable springs off of Fujita as he finds a second wind. The fans are chanting his name and he's happy to give the people exactly what they want. Chad takes a deep breath and heads for the closest turnbuckle. Scaling the rungs of the intersecting ropes, he doesn't even bother looking back before he flings himself off the top with a picture-perfect Moonsault! His body careens through the air, completing a beautiful arch before he crashlands right on top of Fujita!

The people jump out of their seats and scream and cheer for the high-flying move. They count along with the Ref as Gable hooks both legs and goes for the pin...



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Fujita gets a shoulder up just in time! Gable sits up, disappointment etched all over his face while he holds a questioning three fingers up to the Official.


Phillips: Gable thought he had it. I thought he had it. It sounds like the fans thought he had it, too.

Ranallo: The Official has the final say, though, Tom. And the replay on the big screen confirms it - Fujita kicked out in time.


Gable watches it play back on the titantron while he catches his breath. He can't believe his - OH SNAP! Fujita comes back to life and grabs him from behind, slapping on a Rear Naked Choke deeeeeeeeeep on his unsuspecting neck! The people gasp in surprise while Chad's arms flutter frantically at his sides. He finally has the wherewithal to start prying at the forearm with his fingers but by then, its too late. Fujita squeezes tight enough to pop a watermelon. Gable's face goes from white, to red, to blue. All shades of his beloved flag before he finally passes out. The Official calls it off when Chad Gable goes limp.


DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
KAZUYUKI FUJITA!


Fujita holds on a few seconds longer before tossing Gable aside like yesterday's garbage. He stands to have his hand raised but then quickly pulls away from the Ref, scowling at him before heading out of the ring. The fans let him have it but the Ironhead ignores their boos as he marches up the ramp, never looking back.


Ranallo: Unbelievable! Everything was going Chad Gable's way and just like that, Kazuyuki Fujita turned it around and put him to sleep fast.

Phillips: Gable looked good everywhere but my goodness, Fujita is a dangerous competitor.

Graves: Leading into this match, Chad insulted Fujita in claiming he was an "unknown". Well everyone knows who he is now.


Gable finally wakes up, crestfallen as the reality of the loss dawns on him. He looks up the ramp to see Fujita leave with a W on his G1 record. Revolution continues elsewhere.



The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. CM Punk and Samoa Joe are shown sitting in an otherwise empty room, their attention focused directly on the camera. Initially, the fans boo just at the sight of them, but the crowd eventually quiets down to listen to what the tandem has to say.



Punk: Well hi there, everyone. Punk here.

Joe: Joe here.

Punk: Big night tonight, huh Joe?

Joe: Sure is.

Punk: Kickin' off the G1 Climax, right?

Joe: That's right.

Punk: Of course you know and I know and everyone knows that whoever wins that thing gets to go on and challenge for the UWF Championship. It's a round robin, historically one of the most exciting and competitive tournaments in the whole wide world of wrestling.

Joe: Exciting stuff.

Joe's absolutely stoic demeanor doesn't really convey that much enthusiasm.

Punk: And a lot to look forward to. But here, now, coming up on six months since I came back and I'd say about three since Joe here joined me, we thought we'd spend a moment to look back on the year that's been and take stock. There have been some ups, a couple downs, and on the cusp of the G1, we figured shit, let's hold on a sec and evaluate.

Joe: So we did.

Punk: Yep. And in combing through the history books most recent entries, ya know what we noticed?

Joe: Tell 'em.

Punk: We noticed that the UWF is an organization defined by it's so-called talent not doing things. It's weird, trust me, I know. In most sports you see competing players or teams vie for a final championship, with some people setting records along the way. That's where the buzz comes from. All eyes on the highlights.

In the UWF - in 2021 - man, all I see are the dropped balls. The face plants. The shortcomings. Like, for example, AJ Styles was going to go on and become the first person to leave Wrestlemania as the company's premier double-champ. Didn't happen. Bill Goldberg was going to return and dominate. Nope, he got his ass beat at Backlash. Seth Rollins was going to rewrite his history, Jonathan Gresham was going to be the next big name to break out from the indys, Go Shiozaki was finally going to make it in America. So many promises that never came true. I hear people starting to whisper about how Bray Wyatt might be the guy to pass three-hundred-and-four days and I can't help but feel a bit cynical. Especially after I had to listen to WARHORSE bitch and moan for two months straight about how I was such a prick for not fighting fair before he "won" that title in something that never came close to resembling an actual wrestling contest.

And yeah, it's easy to write him off as the sleaziest hypocrite to ever lace up a pair of boots and paint his face, but in most of these guys' cases, I don't think there's that same lack of integrity so much as there is an absence of talent. High ambitions with nothing to back them up.



Joe: Mmhmm.

Joe nods in agreement, his presence a reminder of what Punk has to back himself up.

Punk: There's half the god damn roster between me and the only man I'm actually interest in beating right now. I've been trying to find one who might have what it takes to put up a legit fight and there just isn't anyone. Do I think Seth Rollins and him slimeball buddy at ringside are going to try and pull a fast one to steal the win tonight? Of course. Can that guy handle me in a straight up match? Hasn't been able to so far. Fujita's too old, Gable's too stupid, and I've already beat everyone on the other side of the bracket. The world wants Punk vs. Wyatt. Nobody else on this roster can beat him, but I can, and unlike the rest of you, when I promise I'm gonna do something, I make good. Let's not forget, I've won thing before.

Brooks puts a defensive hand up, anticipating the count-argument from the peanut gallery.

Punk: Now hold on, hold on. I know what you're about to say - you're gonna tell me that I promised to retain the title at Backlash. But you're wrong. I promised to expose WARHORSE and I did. I said I'd elevate that worthless championship - who's face was on the poster? So there ya go. If you need anymore proof about who the better man actually is, just sit back, relax, and see if that scrub can even make it the finals to challenge me. And if he does, great, I'm always happy to flex on him in an actual wrestling match.

Six months since I came back. June second. Right on time for the Summer of Punk to get going again. Enjoy!

Samoa Joe learns forward and switches the camera off while Punk waves goodbye. The screen goes black and Revolution continues elsewhere.






Roddy Piper makes his way out wearing his usual kilt, white Hot Rod t-shirt and has a leather jacket over his shirt. He makes his way to the ring doing the I Love sign with his fingers but he is all business. 

Tony Chimel: Coming down the aisle from Glasgow, Scotland weighing 235 pounds The Rowdy Scot Rowdy Roddy Piper!!!

The fans boo Hot Rod as he makes his way out. He jaws with the fans and he steps into the ring and takes his leather jacket off and hands it to the ring attendant. He takes his t-shirt off and throws it outside the ring and he takes off his kilt and he twirls it and places it on the apron and the ring attendant takes it and puts it with Piper's jacket. Piper stands in his corner waiting for his opponent.




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.


VS


DING DING DING


Piper is all smiles and cock sure of himself after taking care of Sonya Deville at Backlash. Super Dragon just stands still across the ring from him. It's hard to tell what exactly he's thinking with that mask one but Dragon waste little time in keeping everyone guessing, instead walking right up Piper and laying into him with a stiff right to the chin! Piper is cauht off guard and backed in the corner where Dragon gives him a bit of a violence party, hitting him with a barrage of chops and forearms to the face, wiping any semblence of hope off of the Hot Rod's face as he slides down to a seated position in the corner Dragon backs off and walks to the oppoite side of the ring before taking off and hitting a Cannonball in the corner! He drags Piper out of the corner and makes the pin.



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Piper kicks out! Dragon just shakes his head. He was going to let the legend off easy tonight but not anymore. Piper turns over and tries to crawl to the ropes but Dragon stomps on his leg and doesn't let him get any further. He then stomps on the other leg and bends down to grab the Hot Rod's arms. He pulls him up in a Surfboard Stretch, stretching out the legend before placing his boot behind his head and Crub Stomps his face into the mat!


Tom Phillips: Jesus!

Mauro Ranallo: The ref may need to stop this match.

Corey Graves: I'm a fan of Super Dragon's but this may be a bit much.


Dragon drops down and turns Piper over to go for the pin but instead he has second thoughts. Wanting to send a message to the rest of the UWF roster, He instead gets back to his feet and brings Piper up along with him. He hoists him up onto his shoulders in a torture rack position. Her walks around with Piper's body on his shoulders before throwing him forward between his legs to nail the Psycho Driver! If Piper wasn't done before, he sure is now as Dragon finally makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Super Dragon!



The ref checks on Piper immediately while Excalibur comes into the ring and raises the hand of Super Dragon. Dragon doesn't bother show boating, instead simply walks off to the back, presumably to wait for his next fight while the show moves on.



We cut backstage to see footage of earlier this week, a hallway, pretty tight with a whole lot of metal doors. A storage facility, down it walks the WARHORSE, with a glowing grin on his face and UWF Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder as he walks these corridors. He slowly stops and turns to face one of these metal doors, unfurling a set of keys to find the one for this door.

WARHORSE: IT’S GOTTA BE… ONE OF THESE...

He continues to shuffle through this set, and finally finds the one marked “storcont” on a small piece of masking tape. He then turns to face the cameraman.

YOU SEE, THE WARHORSE, BACK IN THE DAYS OF HOPE, THE HOPE THAT THE WARHORSE WOULD WIN MONEY OF THE BANK, CASH IN AND WIN THAT SUCKER, AND WIN THE BIG OL’ BELT, THE WARHORSE THOUGHT THAT WAS GOING TO BE THE LAST CHANCE, AND BOUGHT SOMETHING A LITTLE SPECIAL. THEN THE WARHORSE LOST, THE WARHORSE THEN FACED SUZUKI, LESNAR, ALL LOST I CAN’T EVEN BLAME ANYONE BUT MYSELF, I KNOW MY FAULTS FROM THEN. THE WARHORSE DOESN’T HIDE FROM IT, BECAUSE THAT ISN’T THE MAN THAT THE WARHORSE IS.

NO, THE WARHORSE HIDES FROM NO FAULT. DOING THAT MAKES ME A LESSER MAN. A MAN WHO’D PRETEND THAT’S WHAT THEY WANTED TO HAPPEN… HELL, IT’S ALMOST LIKE EVERY POINT LEADS TO PUNK. THE WARHORSE DIGRESSES, IT WAS ALL SECONDARY, ALL BUILD, AND LEAD ME TO THE POINT WHERE I STAND HERE TODAY AS UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION. A POINT I’D NEVER REACH IF I FELL INTO THOSE MISTAKES.

The Warhorse holds the key up, not to highlight it.

NOW, I GUESS, I JUST HAVE TO BATHE IN THIS SUCCESS. I KID, BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH, HOW DO YOU DEPOSIT MILLIONS INTO THE BANK? I’M NOT TRYING TO DRAG IT IN CASH THROUGH THERE. ASKING IN ADVANCE.

The Warhorse unlocks the storage container, opening it up almost as if it was straight out of Breaking Bad. Inside we get a shining light beaming to our eyes.

GOLDEN GLORY.

Our screen clears from this glare and we see the throne that the Warhorse bought to celebrate the first big match he had. It’s glazed over with dust.

AH. GLORIOUS. MY THRONE.

The Warhorse walks on and sits down in his dusty throne, dusting off the arm rests, he looks very disappointed.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I EXPECTED.

There’s a slight pause of silence.

I-.

He looks around.

THERE’S MORE TO THIS THAN THIS. I FEEL IT. BEING A CHAMPION ISN’T TAKING A SEAT ON A THRONE, IT’S SHOWING YOUR WORTH. TONIGHT, FIRST MATCH AFTER MY BIG OL’ WIN, I PROVE MY WORTH AS THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION AS A FIGHTER.

YEAH, THAT’S WHAT IT IS…

He sits there in silence for a second.

I’LL BE HERE FOR A COUPLE MORE HOURS, GUY, YOU BEST BE OFF TO SOMEONE ELSE.

As instructed, the cameraman does indeed fuck off from the Warhorse and we do, indeed head elsewhere.







The sound of "Thank God I'm Not You", by Himalayas radiates over the arena as a chorus of jeers radiate over the arena as the name "LA Knight," flows across the borders of the ring barriers -- Allowing all the people to realize what's to come. A few seconds pass before, Knight would emerge from behind the curtains as he would fixate his gaze down the entrance ramp. Ignoring the pleads of the crowd, Knight thrusted his way down the entrance ramp, as Tony Chimel would introduce our brash talent.

TONY CHIMEL: Hailing from Los Angeles, California, at 230 pounds. He is the self professed "Mega Star of the UWF," L-A KNIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

In unison with the words of Chimel, Knight would flow his arms back and forth, with the announcement of his name. He would kick past the crowd, setting his sights onto the steel steps. Making his way up the steps, Knight climbs the turnbuckle, before throwing both of his arms upwards, adjusting his hands in his signature pose. Business was about to pick up, ladies and gentleman. Knight makes his way down off the turnbuckle as he motions for a microphone. Chimel would hand him the microphone used to present himself just moments prior. A small sly smirk slides across the face of LA Knight, as he slowly makes his way into the midst of the ring. The crowd seems to be evenly split on the arrival of Knight, who shakes his head in disapproval of this thunderous crowd. 




LA KNIGHT:  Alright, alright. Settle down, dweebs. I know you people aren't used to seeing real talent around this joint. Always stinkin' up the arena with their lackluster skills, out of shape bravado, and unappealing ways, but have no fear, 'cause L-A Knight is in the buildin'. Business is boomin', YEAAAAAUH! See, I take a look around this locker room, and I hear a lot of jibber jabber, people spittin' nothin' but the utmost crap about how they deserve THIS, and how they deserve THAT. Truth be told, those dummies don't deserve a DAMN thing, because the only one walkin' with balls of steel, real deal sex appeal, and true star power is L-A Knight, baby. Chimel said it a few seconds ago, The Mega Star; L-A Knight. Has a ring to it, YEAAAAAUH! But this isn't a moment of me walkin' on sunshine, this is me talkin' straight to those boys in the back. You think of success, you think of your accolades, all you've done to this point -- Throw it right out that window, YEAAAAAUH! 'Cause the only face that needs to be shown on that television screen belongs to L-A Knight. 

Knight begins to pace back and forth as the crowd once again shows their split demeanors. Cheers to the left, jeers to the right -- It was a sight to beheld. 

LA KNIGHT: Now, I know it's hard for you people to accept someone who isn't a closet dwellin' freak, but trust me when I say L-A Knight is not only here to stay, but L-A Knight is taking over the UWF. YEAAAAAUH! In fact, let's cut straight to the chase. I didn't come here to shake hands, L-A Knight didn't waltz his ass into signing a UWF contract to be some nobody like Warhorse. I didn't come here to be some dweeb  checkin' himself out in the mirror trying to have another fifthteen seconds of fame like Rob Conway. I'm not some deranged idiot dressin' up in some fake house, playing with dolls like Bray Wyatt, YEAAAAAUH! Whatcha' see is what you get. The sad thing these DUMMIES are the representation of this company. They're the champions that walk around with those straps as if they're somethin' special. Not on my watch. Reality check, boys. I got my eyes on ALL the GOLD. It's going to be a sweet rise to the top for L-A Knight, while you losers fall into irrelevancy, and if you don't believe it -- I'll smack the taste out of your stupid mouths. Step up to the plate, swallow your pride, and realize that the L-A Knight world tour has officially started And that ladies and gentleman is a FACT OF LIFE! 

Mic drop. A short, simple, yet effective debut for LA Knight. He would throw his hands up, before shouting his name pointing at the sky, adding even more salt to the proverbial wounds of his targets. The crowd now seemed to be 70/30 in the favor of the other talents. How dare Knight disrespect the favorites of the UWF fans.




The scene opens up on AJ Styles.

”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Are you ready, Drew? Because this week, it’s not just any other week and tonight isn’t just any other night because tonight, you’re stepping in the ring with greatness. Now there’s a few things that have you confident heading into this encounter like the tear you’ve been on that got you and has kept you that Prime Time Medal and you coming off a win at Backlash but really, you shouldn’t be feeling confident because beating Abyss and the other scrubs, well it’s like you’re back in the tag team division again, knocking off nobodies and thinking that makes you a contender anywhere else on the card. You want to talk about a tear? Look at my reversal of fortune recently. The doubters and naysayers thought I’d never get off that losing streak but I knew I would and I’m freakin’ continuing it when I go through you tonight. And when I do, the, “Scottish Psychopath” is going to go down in the history books as another overhyped talent with an over exaggerating moniker that couldn’t stack up to the, “Demi God”.

In other words, I don’t need your respect. All I need is for you to bring your full aggression, and throw your hardest hits, because I want the hype train of Drew Galloway to be going full steam ahead when I knock it off the rails.





DING DING!

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


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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.



Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!

Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Matt bends at the waist and drives his head into the stomach of his opponent. As Bray visibly has the wind knocked out of him, Sydal grabs his right wrist with both hands and performs an Irish Whip, sending Wyatt impactfully into the corner diagonal from where they’re standing. Bray hits chest first and starts taking a few steps backward but Matt runs toward the corner and leaps up, driving both knees into the back of his opponent as Wyatt’s chest hits the turnbuckle again. Bray leans backward in the corner, smiling at Sydal but he’s unbothered by this as he delivers a kick to the top of Bray’s head and then leaps and connects with a Double Foot Stomp to the abdomen as Bray’s body connects with the mat. Matt grabs Wyatt by the wrists and drags him slightly away from the corner before letting go and walking toward the turnbuckle, ascending it as everyone knows what he’s going for.

Tom Phillips: Will we see an upset here tonight?

As Matt is getting ready to jump, Bray bridges up and starts doing the Spider Walk. Sydal jumps as he goes for a Flying Elbow Drop but Wyatt turns to avoid it and lands on his hands and knees before climbing to a vertical base. Matt pops up holding his elbow as Bray kicks him in the stomach and pulls him in, hooking the head and bringing him down with a quick DDT. Wyatt rolls Sydal over and lowers himself onto him as he takes the mount and starts delivering open handed slaps, alternating hands with each strike as he laughs throughout the assault.

Mauro Ranallo: I think Bray knows Matt Sydal had him in his scope and that’s why he’s toying with him right now.

Corey Graves: Bray toys with everyone, Mauro. That’s kind of his thing!

As Matt is doing his best to cover up and block the onslaught of slaps, suddenly Wyatt delivers a Headbutt and he falls flat. Bray stands up now, grabbing a fistful of hair on the top of Sydal’s head as he pulls him up like he’s a prize in a crane game machine and then leans him backward, kissing his forehead. When it seems like it’s all over but the crying, WHACK!

Tom Phillips: That’s Randy Orton!

Orton has struck Wyatt in the back with a steel chair as he drops Matt as Orton unloads with another steel chair shot, Bray slinking to his knees with a pained expression on his face. Matt gets up from the mat as it looks like Randy is going to clock him as well but he throws the chair down and grabs Bray, pulling him to his feet and shoving him towards Sydal as Sydal connects with a Jumping Knee to the face as Wyatt is knocked loopy and turns right into an RKO! Sydal is up top now as he connects with the Shooting Star Press! Matt gets up and he and Randy shake hands.

Mauro Ranallo: Well it looks like Randy’s taken Matt up on his offer to team up!

Corey Graves: For Sydal it’s if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. What a way to seal the deal of this partnership by taking it to the UWF Champion!

The two men pose together as Revolution continues elsewhere.



The scene opens up with Josh Matthews backstage, with a very notable guest.




Josh Matthews: Viewers and watchers around the world, I have an incredibly special guest tonight joining us. He’s the man that headlined the main event of Backlash and went toe-to-toe with the UWF Champion in a battle of epic proportions. While he may have come up short that night, he has a chance to redeem himself in tonight’s main event battle that ends the first round of the G1 Climax tournament. Give it up for Seth Rollin’s ladies and gentlemen!


The camera pans over to Seth Rollins who smiles for the live audience and greets Josh with a notable head nod out of respect.

Josh Matthews: Thanks for allowing this interview Seth. I know you have limited time with the big contest tonight so I won’t hold you up for too long.


Seth Rollins: No problem Josh, let’s get this thing rolling!


Josh Matthews: First question: Backlash has come and gone. You challenged Bray Wyatt but you came up short like every challenger has for the past year. Your thoughts on the match?


Seth Rollins: My thoughts are short and simple. I failed at being the Fiend, but I learned a lot. You only fail when you stop trying, so in reality this was my first attempt at learning and figuring the Fiend out. I may have left a loser, but I am a better competitor because of that match and that encounter, so did I really lose? I do not think so Josh.




Josh Matthews: There were several moments where it felt as if you would leave the arena as the new Champion. Does the loss sting a bit more knowing how close you were to winning?


Seth Rollins: I wouldn’t say it hurts more, it’s still a loss as far the record books show. I had time to reflect about the loss but there’s no more time to sulk. I have a great opportunity tonight with the beginning of the G1 Climax Tournament.


Josh Matthews: Before I Ask you about your opponent in tonight’s blockbuster main event, there’s something that’s been on my mind and I’m sure its been on the minds of the UWF fans as well.


Seth Rollins: Go ahead go for it, ask away.


Josh Matthews: What exactly happened at the end of your match with Bray Wyatt? After he pinned you for the three count, he abducted you. Where did he take you and why?


The look on Seth’s face immediately changes and he shuts his eyes and breathes in deeply. The question was truly one that upset him and bother his soul from deep within. It takes Seth a few moments before he can respond.


Seth Rollins: To be honest, I don’t even know where he took me. It was a place that resembled hell. I was tied up and forced to watch cryptic videos about some sadistic or satanic crap. Probably the same stuff he puts on for his kids before they go to bed. There were weird chants—most of my memory about it is fuzzy. I think I was given weird type of food that crazy bland and ---

At that moment the lights go off and movement is heard on the set. A few screams and things being knocked over are heard from the interview. A single eye displays on the screen and a voice blares out:






“IT HAS FINALLY BEEN LET IN”



The lights cut back on a few moments later and the feed resumes, but the interview is no longer taking place. When the scene comes back, Seth Rollins drops his foot on the back of Josh Matthews head as he is hunkered down on all fours. The impact of Josh’s head hitting the tile floor makes a sickening thud and a trail of blood slowly begins to ooze out from Matthew’s skull. The feed shifts over to Rollins, who has his back facing the camera. Both of his hands are covering his face and he kneels on both knees as he comes to grips with the actions that he just took……






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.



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. 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.





The bell rings as both competitors lock up in a tie up and they both try to size each other up. Then Drew pushed AJ back as Styles fell down onto the floor and AJ smiled. He claps both of his hands as Drew yells “Come on”. They start tying up again as Drew gets him in a headlock and he starts squeezing the life out of AJ. But AJ pushes him and he sends him bouncing into the ropes. Drew comes off the ropes and he runs into a dropkick by AJ as Drew falls down. AJ goes down on Drew as he grabs his hair and he pushes him into the floor. He starts stomping on hand as Drew grabs his foot and AJ tries to get his foot away. Drew laughs as he grabs him and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex. AJ hits the floor as Drew runs over to AJ and he hooks the leg.



1…….. and kick out.



Drew punches AJ in the face as he grabs him by hair and he tosses him to the turnbuckle. He walks over to AJ as he hits him hard in the chest with slaps and AJ is feeling the pain. Then Drew kicks him in the chest as he grabs him and he tosses him into the other turnbuckle. AJ runs into the turnbuckle hard as he falls down and Drew runs over to AJ. AJ suddenly jumps over Drew as Drew turns around and AJ hits him with a Pele kick. Then AJ grabs him as he hits a side breaker and Drew is down. AJ lays on Drew and he hooks the leg.



1……… and kick out.



AJ grabs Drew’s hand as he brings it to the ropes and he places it on the middle ropes. He jumps up and down on Drew’ hand hurting it in the process while Drew is screaming in pain. AJ grabs his leg as he pulls him into the middle of the ring and he grabs his head. He places him in an armbar as Drew tries to get out and AJ tightens the hold. The referee asked him if he would give up and Drew refused to give up. After ten minutes of AJ Styles tightening the hold as Drew managed to get the strength to lift himself up and he reversed AJ Styles armbar into a samoan drop. It forces AJ to let go of the hold as Drew shakes some feeling into his arm and he gets up. He grabs AJ by the hair as he gives him a hard chop in the chest that you can hear in the whole arena and AJ holds his chest in pain. Drew grabs AJ as he whips him into the ropes and AJ bounces from the ropes. Drew tries to hit a Bit Boot as AJ slides under him and he hits a spinning neckbreaker. Drew falls down as AJ gets up and he runs to the turnbuckle. Drew gets up as AJ climbs up the turnbuckle and he goes to the flying clothesline. Drew grabs AJ as he hits a belly to belly suplex and AJ hits the floor hard. Drew walks over to the turnbuckle as he waits for AJ to get up and Styles slowly gets up. He turns around as Drew runs and he hits Claymore and AJ falls down hard. Drew grabs AJ’s leg and hooks the leg and the ref begins the count.



1………



2…….



and a kick out.



Drew couldn’t believe it as AJ managed to kick out after Claymore. Drew starts complaining to the referee that it was a three count as AJ goes behind him and he rolls him up while he holds his ring attire.



1……

2…..



and a kick out.



AJ grabs Drew as Drew gives him a headbutt and he falls down onto the middle of the ring. Drew goes to the ropes as he slides out of the ring and he tries to regroup himself while AJ gets up. He runs to the ropes as he grabs both of the ropes and he pulls the ropes. He jumps over the ropes as he hits a huge corkscrew body splash on Drew and booth men hits the floor. The referee begins the count as both men slowly get up to their feet before the count of ten.



1…………



2………



3………..



Both men slowly get up as they see each other and they start trading punches.



4………



5………



6……..



Then Drew blocks a punch from AJ as he grabs him and he whips him into the steel steps. AJ hits the steel steps hard and Drew smirks at his work.



Tom Phillips: AJ should know better than to underestimate the Scottish Warrior himself.



Corey Graves: Like you said the same thing when you were hopping on Warhorse’s bandwagon after he defeated CM Punk for the UWF I.C. Championship.



Mauro Ranallo: Can’t blame Tom for being a huge fan of Warhorse.



Corey Graves: Well, he better stop because we all know the Demi God is in it to win it all!



7………



8……



Drew quickly slides himself into the ring to stop the ref count and he rolls himself back outside. The referee began the count again.



1…………



2………….



3……….



Drew walks over to AJ as he grabs him by the hair and he brings him to the announcer table. He starts punching him until he places him onto the table and he climbs onto the table. AJ tries to get up as Drew punches him hard in the face and Drew grabs AJ by the hair. He lifts him up as he tries to set him up for the Future Shock DDT and then Health hits him from behind.



Mauro Ranallo: Oh my! Drew is going for the Future Shot DDT on the announcer table!



Tom Phillips: But Heath Slater managed to save Styles!



Drew lets go of AJ as AJ takes the opportunity and he hits Styles Clash II on Drew hard. They break the announcer table hard.



Corey Graves: A huge Styles Clash onto the table! I think AJ just hurt both himself and Drew.



Mauro Ranallo: For the love of god, I don't think they will be able to survive after that!



5……………………. and nobody is moving as both men are down.



Tom Phllips: Hey Corey do you think AJ is daydreaming about his buddy Hornswoggle?



Corey Graves: Hell no! The Demi God doesn’t give a shit about that stupid leprechan. He is busy focusing on the G1 Climax for god’s sake!!!



Mauro Ranallo: Look at that, it’s Health and Rhyno coming to their leader’s rescue.



6…………. Rhyno and Heath grab AJ and they try to get him into the ring before the 10 count.



7………. Drew slowly gets up and he sees AJ get into the ring.



Rhyno and Health turn around to see Drew as they run at him.



8………. Drew ducks the double clothesline from Health and Rhino as he hits them both with a double Claymore.



Tom Phillips: That is how Drew clean house.



Corey Graves: Why don’t you shut up Tom! We all know you have always been a Demi God hater ever since he debuted in UWF!



Mauro Ranallo: Damn, you both should get a room because you two are like a married couple!?



9………



Drew quickly jumps into the ring as the referee stops the count and AJ pummels him with kicks to the head. Drew tries to block as much as he can and AJ wouldn’t stop until Drew pushed him back. AJ goes for superkick as Drew ducks and he reverses it into a huge Glasgow Kiss. AJ falls hard onto the floor as Drew quickly falls down on AJ and he hooks the leg.



1…………..



2……..



And then the referee stops as Health gets onto the ropes. He distracts the referee as Drew is pissed off and he lets go of AJ’s leg.



Mauro Ranallo: Oh boy! Health has just pissed off the Scottish Warrior!



He gets up and he walks over to Health. He tries to hit him with a hard punch to the face as a Health duck and he falls down from the ring ropes. The referee argues with Health as Drew turns around and Rhyno hits him with a Gore.



Corey Graves: Holy Shit! Rhyno just hit the Gore on Drew out of nowhere!



Then Rhyno quickly slides out of the ring as the referee doesn’t see the interference and AJ sees the opportunity. AJ hooks the leg as the referee turns around and he begins the count.



1…………



2……….



and a kick out.



AJ grabs both of his hair as he cannot believe that Drew kicked out and he grabbed the referee. He starts arguing with him and telling him it was a three count. He turns to grab Drew as he hits a snap suplex on him and Drew falls before AJ hits a quick standing senton. He hooks the leg and the referee begins the count.



1……. and a kick out.



AJ walks over to the ropes as he goes through the ropes and Drew slowly gets up. AJ is ready as Drew turns around and AJ pulls the ring ropes. He jumps over the ring ropes and he hits the Phenomenal Forearm into Drew. Drew falls down and AJ quickly hooks the leg.



Mauro Ranallo: Look at that! Phenomenal Forearm! Down goes Drew!



Corey Graves: It’s over for the Scottish Warrior by the hands of the Demi God himself!



1………..



2………..



and a kick out.



Mauro Ranallo: OMG Drew just got kicked out!



Tom Phillips: How the hell did Drew manage to survive that!



Corey Graves: They call him the Scottish Warrior for a good reason!



Drew gets up as AJ quickly grabs him and he whips him onto the ropes. AJ tries to drop kick him as Drew holds onto the ropes and AJ falls down onto the ground. AJ gets up as Drew hits him hard with a big boot to the face and he picks him up from behind. He hits a german suplex as AJ falls onto the floor and Drew lifts him up. He whipped him into the ropes as he bounces off the ropes and Drew hit him with a lifting sitout spine buster. AJ falls onto the floor hard as Drew grabs him and he places him in the Iron Maiden. AJ is screaming in pain as he is still in pain while the referee grabs his head and he begins the count.



1………….



2………..



Then Rhyno suddenly gets on the ropes as he distracts the referee and Drew sees him. Health comes from behind as he hits him with the steel chair and Drew breaks the hold. Then Health quickly gets out of the ring as the referee argues with Rhyno and AJ quickly low blows Drew.



Mauro Ranallo: There goes AJ cheating again.



Corey Graves: You know what they say,if you ain’t cheating and then you ain’t not winning. You know the drill.



Tom Phillips: What about following the rules?



Corey Graves: Shut up Tom or else I am going to have EC3 replace you with the hot headed Hot Rod in a minute!



Drew falls down as AJ quickly grabs him and he hits the Styles Clash. Then Rhyno gets off the ropes as the referee turns around and he sees AJ hook the leg.



1…………



2………..



3………..



Ring Announcer: And your winner by pinfall is the Demigod AJ Styles!



Mauro Ranallo: That was a one hard fought battle between two of the toughest veterans of UWF.



Corey Graves: Yeah, But the DemiGod managed to pick up the win and now he is moving onto the next round.



Tom Phillips: AJ Styles is getting closer to winning the G1 Climax Cup. But the question is who will he be facing next in the tournament? And will he be fully ready to prepare for his next competitor.



Corey Graves: From the look of it, AJ Styles is all smiles and he certainly isn’t worried about his next opponent at all. That is why he is Phenomenal. You should get your ear check Tom. Never underestimate the Demigod!!!!!



The referee raised AJ Styles hand after a hard fought battle and he smiled. Drew slowly walks out of the ring as he brushes his shoulder off and he walks up the entrance ramp. Drew Galloway walks through the curtains as he walks backstage and AJ Styles starts celebrating his victory in the ring with his crew. Both Rhyno and Heath Slater get into the ring as they both hold AJ up on their shoulders and AJ Styles raises both of his hands into the air as if he won the Olympic Gold Medal in the Olympics. The scene fades and ends with AJ yelling at the camera “I am the Demigod Baby!!!!”




 The feed cuts to Billie Kay sitting in a chair back seat...



Billie Kay lifts up a piece of paper with a list of G1 Matches printed on it...

Would ya look at this....

Geesh, What a bloody ripoff the G1 is this year I mean can you even really call it a tournament, Sonya Deville destroyed Piper but victory was stolen from right from under our noses, I mean you've got Mr DEADHORSE, I mean is he even mentally fit to wrestle in the UWF I mean it's a walking hazard with an unstable maniac like him...





Kay laughs at her own terrible joke...

I know I know but you want to know what's more of a joke that UWF hired LA Knight and Eddie Kingston, I mean they should of stopped after the ink was put on the page when the main event Sonya Deville signed with this company we are all you need to have a good show... Me with my charms and Sonya with her dominance...





I mean why is Gable and a man named after a wrap able to make it into the G1 but the main event was snubbed in favour of those two buffoons. I mean Gables wrestling ability is good but it won't be enough to defeat the utility pocket knife that is the skillset at Deville's disposal...





Billie adjust her seating position...

Fujita was a legend in japan I mean the Japanese are known for strong style but it takes a lot more than a few kicks to the head to put Sonya down, I mean Piper tried to take her out but was unsuccessful...

Mauro Ranallo: Sorry Billie but we actually we have to step away from this because our next match is already ready to begin.

The feed transitions back to the ring.



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 Chimel: 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.



The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs and championship held in hand with a strong grip. 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, the UWF Intercontinental Champion, 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, swinging his championship belt up 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, passing off his treasured championship belt, and thinks about ruling some goddamn ass, baby, brother, dude, boy.





DING DING DING


The bell rings and WARHORSE walks around the ring slapping his chest, hyping himself up and the crowd claps along with his beat. Conway simply lowers his glasses at him and shakes his head. He picks them back up and casually walks to the center of the ring. He tells the Intercontinental Champion to just lie down and accept the loss. WARHORSE scrunches up his face as if to say fuck and takes the glasses right off of Conway. He opens his arms up as if to say not bad right? Conway however gives him a knee right to the gut. He takes his glasses and puts them back on his face before irish whipping WARHORSE to the ropes. WARHORSE comes off and ducks a clothesline attempt. Rob turns around and eats a stiff right that breaks the sunglasses off his face!


Corey Graves: Those were $1000 shades! Warhorse better reimburse him!

Tom Phillips: WARHORSE AINT GOT TIME FOR SMALL CHANGE LIKE THAT. PROBABLY LET HIS MONEY MANAGER HANDLE THAT.

Mauro Ranallo: Be honest Tom, are you his money manager?

Tom Phillips: I WISH!


Conway looks down at the broken glasses and comes running right at WARHORSE! The Intercontinental Champion back tracks and lowers the rope down sending Conway slipping over the ropes. He lands on his feet. and so WARHORSE slingshots himself out of the ring to take him down with a Plancha! WARHORSE gives a few lucky front row fans high fives before picking up Conway. Rob suddenly lunges forward and rams him back first into the barricade! If that wasn'ty bad enough, he gives WARHORSE a DDT on the floor! The new Champion's body goes limp and The Con Man picks him up and tosses him back into the ring, following him in to make the cover.



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WARHORSE kicks out! The Television Champion brings him back up to a vertical base and throws him into the corner. From there he grabs WARHORSE and tells the camera man outside to get a good shot of his hammies. He drives his right knee into WARHORSE's gut, making sure to flex and show off his physique each time his knee drives into his midsection. He backs away and WARHORSE falls to his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. Conway shows off his body before walking over and kicking his opponent in the side of the head. WARHORSE rolls over and the Television Champion gives him a jumping knee drop to the face before pinning him once more.



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WARHORSE kicks out! Conway shakes his head and tells the kid to stay down. The Intercontinental Champion goes to pick himself up but Rob slaps him in the back of the head a few times. This only pisses off the WARHORSE who seems to come alive. Conway goes to kick him in the gut but WARHORSE catches his foot and shakes his head. Conway goes for some swings but WARHORSE dodges them before sweeping his other leg out from under him to knock Conway to the mat. WARHORSE starts kicking his leg and delivers a big elbow drop to the inside of the knee. He digs his elbow into the knee and Conway grabs at his face to pull him away. WARHORSE simply bites down o his hand causing him to cry out but the ref admonishes him for this. He lets go and gets back to his feet while Conway tries to do the same, limping over to the corner.

WARHORSE charges after him, hitting a Clothesline in the corner. He runs to the opposite side of the ring only to come back and hit a second one. He takes off once more, coming back to hit a third one, Conway falling down to a seated position. From there WARHORSE starts stomping a mudhole in him, head banging along with each stomp in faster and faster repetition. The ref counts to 4 and WARHORSE backs off and throws up the devil horns, banging his head back and forth, the crowd doing the same. He comes back towards Conway but the Con Man grabs him at the waist and pulls him in to collide face first with the second turnbuckle!


Tom Phillips: BITCH MOVE!

Corey Graves: That's smarts Phillips, you wouldn't know anything about that.

Mauro Ranallo: With the G1 at stake, there's no telling how low some of the competitors could go.

Tom Phillips: DOESN'T MATTER HOW LOW THEY GO, WARHORSE WILL RIDE THE HIGH ROAD STRAIGHT TO VICTORY!

Mauro Ranallo: You do know he used a weapon to won the Intercontinental Championship right?

Tom Phillips: WITHIN THE RULES!


Conway gets back up and begins WARHORSE up along with him. He tries to lift him straight into the air for a stalling vertical suplex but his leg appears to be giving in. WARHORSE drops behind him and scoops his arm up behind him, wrapping his other arm around his neck to throw him back with the Half And Half Suplex! Conway gets folded up and WARHORSE lays over his legs to makes the pin.



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Conway kicks out! WARHORSE looks up to the corner and knows exactly what should come next. He heads out onto the apron and makes the climb up to the top rope. He's getting his feet situated but Conway rolls over to the apron, knowing exactly what's coming, being a man who uses the elbow drop himself. WARHORSE comes down and picks up Rob off the apron. The Television Champion shoves him off but WARHORSE comes right back at him, taking a wild swing. Conway ducks it and WARHORSE spins around from the force. Conway takes his head from behind and drops him with a Reverse DDT on the apron! WARHORSE holds his head and rolls back into the ring onto his hands and knees. Conway walks to the corner and begins to climb. WARHORSE is also getting t his feet but when he does Conway lunges off and lands a big Diving Double Axe Handle to the skull taking the WARHORSE down. Conway stumbles a bit, holding his leg but he falls onto of WARHORSE for the pin.



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WARHORSE kicks out! The Television Champion gets back up and limps over to the corner. Wanting to prove his elbow drop is better, The Con Man starts to climb to the top rope. Unfortunately for him his leg injury causes him to take a bit too much time and by the time he's at the top, WARHORSE is up and he walks over and strikes Conway a few times in the back of the head before launching him off back into the ring! Conway hits hard and arches his back in pain and WARHORSE decides to do the same thing Conway was going for. He climbs to the top but Conway is up just as quickly and stumblers to the corner. He strikes WARHORSE and climbs up there with him. He throws his arm over his head and attempts a Superplex but his base isn't strong enough to lift up WARHORSE and Conway grabs at his leg because of this. WARHORSE grabs his head however and starts headbutting him over and over again with headbangs causing Conway to fall back. Conway lands awkwardly and his leg collapses under him. He tries ti pick himself back up but WARHORSE jumps off and hits him with the ASS Ruler!


Tom Phillips: ASS RULER! THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE GIRLS!

Mauro Ranallo: Could this be the end of the Con Streak?

Corey Graves: NO!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!




The Intercontinental Champion celebrates his big win in the opening of the G1. He headbangs with a few fans in the front row as the show moves on.



The UWF cameras would cut outside? To none other than the parking lot of all places. It was there, out in the darkness and freezing nights air that we would find none other than Eddie Kingston. A man whose journey here has been long and hard. A man who knows what it takes to endure through the pain to have just a small drop of success. There was fire in his eyes, with a little mix of determination - a dangerous competition for a man as motivated and focused as Eddie Kingston.



Eddie Kingston: Do you know what I am sick off? Do you know what I am sick and tired of hearing? IS THAT I AM DONE. Is that I am finished. That all am known for is laying on my back and staring at the lights! You think I got into this game to just lay down for others. You think I want to be known as the guy who made STARS? While I don’t - I FUCKING don’t want to be know as the guy who made the stars of today. You got no idea what it does to me - to see men that I have laid down for, walking around with there heads held high, thinking they are the SHIT! I made them. I made all these NEW stars here. At one point or the other I have taken someone and made them into SOMEONE, but enough is enough. For years I have just nodded and said YES. For too many years I smiled and nodded, been a GOOD LITTLE BOY and did what I was told, because being from the STREETS - I was just happy to have money coming in. I was happy to have something for myself, to earn and provide, but there is only so much SHIT that I can take. NOW IT IS MY TURN! Now it is my turn - no more will I do what I am told to do. No more will I just stand at the side and see LESSER men go ahead of me. THE MOTHER FUCKING LIKE STARTS BEHIND ME! Now it is my time, it is my time to take what I should have taken decades ago. I am not playing by the RULES, I am doing what I want, taking what I want and beating who ever I want - and if you got a FUCKING problem for that - then be a man, grow a set of BALLS and come and say it to me, because I am here - to be the CHAMPION and nothing else will do!”




The camera cuts to a dark room with a single steel chair in the middle of it, above it is a shining spotlight, Tommaso Ciampa walks on screen and sits down.



Ciampa: You know this is all a bit of Deja Vu as they call it, me sitting in this chair, announcing my return to the UWF and then saying that you’ll all fell the reckoning of Tommaso Ciampa and while that’s still true, I have different intentions this time with my return and different reasons.



Ciampa clasps his hands together.



Ciampa: You see when I came back it was just for me, I wasn’t doing it for anyone else but me and I think that’s what mainly contributed to me leaving. I wasn’t focused, I couldn’t concentrate and I was burned out but now I do have a reason.



Ciampa holds up two photos, one of himself when he was younger and another of his daughter.



Ciampa: On the left is a young man in his prime, he has his whole career in front of him, only doing it for himself, thinking it will be so easy but it wasn’t, neck injuries and burnout followed, I can’t count how many times i’ve thought about hanging up the boots but I just can’t make it stick, this ring is my home and I need to be here to prove myself but then there’s her now as well.



Ciampa holds up his daughter's photo to the camera.



Ciampa: There’s now her, my daughter, I need to provide for her and my wife and this is the only thing i’m good at, so if this means putting my body on the line to provide for my family I will gladly do it.



Ciampa puts the photos back in his pocket and looks back at the camera.



Ciampa: So i’m coming back to the UWF and this time it’s going to be different, this time I mean business because now it’s not all about me, it’s about them as well and nobody comes between my family and I and if anyone tries to well, you’ll find out why they called me “Psycho Killer”



Ciampa smiles and stands up, walking off screen as a flatline noise kicks in.









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.





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. But this time, there is a big difference as Seth wears a mask covering his face, and he bulletproof vest or armor on his torso. His demeanor is different, the energy around his is different, and the fans and Heyman can all see a visible change in the Architect.

Corey Graves: After the heinous actions by Seth Rollins earlier tonight in an interview with Josh Matthews, he's now wearing a mask

Tom Phillips: What the hell has gotten into Seth Rollins?

Corey Graves: Oh, I think we know exactly what happened...



Seth Rollins makes a lap around the entire ring before he finally decides to enter it, and when he does, his advocate Mr. Heyman follows behind him.


Tom Phillips: He is too calm and collected after earlier for me....

Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!


Punk and Rollins stand in their corners focusing on themselves to the task ahead, As the crowd are at a fever pitch for the mere thought of Rollins versus Punk, The crowd come unglued as crew ring the bell to signal the beginning of this match...




DING! DING! DING!


Both competitors move from their corners with speed as Rollins goes under the arms of Punk he attempts to lift him up with a German the messiah is met with an elbow for his trouble as Chick Magnet Punk wraps his arm around the head as he runs forwards for a bulldog but as he goes to jump he grabs nothing but air as he is sent forwards onto his ass...

Mauro Ranallo: "Rollins scouted the bulldog from Punk..."

Punk quickly gets to his feet almost as quickly as he landed on his derrière, The crowd are going nuts at the simplicity of this exchange as both guys had crammed their homework the night before...

Corey Graves: "I mean the crowd are going crazy and it's just a simple reversal I mean you could reverse it Tom..."

Tom Phillips: "Punk and Rollins both ready for each other right out the gate this fight might just be a battle of attrition..."

Punk dust off his butt as he walks towards Rollins, The two men meet up for a test of strength, Punk begins to lose the test as he is met with a knee to the stomach he falls back a few steps he sends a boot into the stomach of Rollins as it is caught he swings around his other leg as it comes crushing down on the neck causing the drip slayer to crash face first into the canvas...

Mauro Ranallo: "An enzuguri with the precision of an airstrike"

Tom Phillips: "What an enzuguri from Punk"

Punk pushes up to his feet as he grabs a free arm of Rollins, CM slaps the back of the head of Rollins before twisting his arm over the head of Seth...

Punk swings a stiff kick into the abdomen of Seth as soon as it connects Rollins soul slips from his mouth. Punk runs to the ropes as he steps up sending a knee into the chin of his target...

Rollins falls into the ropes as he is unable to stand without the assistance of the ropes from the knee, Rollins wipes his chin as Punk runs at him but meets nothing but air as the ring smarts of Rollins allows him the mind to bridge the top rope sending Punk over the top rope...

Punk elbows Rollins as he goes to put his arm around his neck, Punk pulls himself to the top rope he goes to leap off but is met with Rollins who meets him in the middle of the ropes placing his arm around the neck, He lifts Punk up vertically as he falls back into the ring, Punk and Rollins crash hard into the canvas...

Mauro Ranallo: "A superplex from the Messiah from out of nowhere..."

Tom Phillips: "No he can't do this it's NOT OVER..."

Rollins rolls through holding the head of Punk, As he gets to his feet he lifts Punk up vertically before turning him mid air on the way down sending the chicago native crashing hard into the canvas...

Mauro Ranallo: "FALCON ARROW"

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Tom Phillips: "Rollins is going to upset Punk right here and now.... No...."

Punk shoulder shoots up from the canvas with urgency, Rollins pops up and runs the ropes, Punk hunched over nursing his injuries feels the boot of Rollins coming down on it, Punk moves to his feet catching Rollins in his arms as he lifts him up sending the knee towards the chin of Rollins who is able to push of the shoulders of Punk, Rollins takes to Punk with a swift kick to the stomach he pulls up the arms as he maneuvers the head of punk between his thighs...

Tom Phillips: "Rollins going for a pedigree to put away CM Punk..."


Rollins goes over the top of Punk who lifts his head, Seth flips over losing his grip as is sent flying spinning a full 720 degrees, Rollins with is freakish agility is able to land on his feet, As all seems to be well his left leg buckles from the awkwardness of the landing...

Tom Phillips: "Punk able to get out of the pedigree..."""

Corey Graves: "I am not sure about Rollins he is holding the left knee pretty tightly..."

Rollins powers to his feet as Punk walks right into the left foot of Seth across his stomach causing him to hunch over as the breath leaves his body. Seth falls into the ropes before using the little momentum gained from the rebound to jump up, Rollins brings his boot over the neck off Punk as he brings it crashing down, Punk is able to roll just before Rollins can connect, The messiah misses everything as his left leg buckles from crashing into the canvas with no neck cushion to stop the momentum...

Mauro Ranallo: "Rollins missing the Curb Stomp may of cost him this match as the pain on his face is palpable..."

Punk using the momentum of the roll taking no time to rebound off the rope leaps up sending an elbow into the chest of Rollins sending him crashing back into the canvas...

Punk makes his way up the turnbuckles as he looks down at Rollins trying to catch his breath but before he can he takes the leap of faith as he swings wildly with his elbow burying it deep into the chest of Seth...

Corey Graves: "The elbow drop onto an unexpecting Rollins"

Punk forces Rollins to his feet by tugging on his ears, Punk lifts the messiah onto his back holding him up moving to the center of the ring, Punk launches him up as he brings his knee up nearly snapping of the jaw of Rollins, Punk hooks just the left leg as he wipes off his brow...

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DING DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner by pinfall, CM PUNK!"

Punk rolls off Rollins as he goes to the corners of the ring to celebrate his win. Punk moves to the center of the ring getting his hand raised by the referee while Rollins rolls out of the ring and walks past Joe up the ramp. Joe stares him down but goes into the ring to raise Punk's hand himself. Rollins doesn't bother looking back, instead a stoic look on his face as he heads straight to the back. Punk celebrates his big first round win as the show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW



Credits

Wyatt vs Sydal - Dresden
Rollins vs Punk - Jye
Styles vs Galloway - Evolution J
Gable vs Fujita - Fauche
Piper vs Dragon, WARHORSE vs Conway - Danny

[Dres]

First and foremost, I’m annoyed that the AJ Styles/Hornswoggle nonsense made it into the show. It’s a running joke that I want to see die. It’s bad enough dealing with it in the Discord so I’m asking nicely, stop. I don’t find it funny and AJ has nothing to do with Hornswoggle, and I’m not a fan of Hornswoggle on top of that. I get that e-fedding is supposed to be for fun but this is one of those nagging things that makes it not fun for me.

Anyhoo, other than that, thanks to everyone that pitched in and wrote a match. The G1 is off to a piping hot start and I’m excited to see how it plays out.

[George]

Alright! Probably should leave a comment as such is with the times they’re usually a rarity in depth form on shows like these where feedback and general wide thoughts other than “good show boys onto another” would like benefit. I was pleased to hear early from Danny on the return of the G1, it’s a thing I’ve campaigned for years to come back and it kinda came back outta nowhere when talk on it was at an all time low. Without further ado the talk on the shop!

Gotta be honest, I don’t have a scooby doo who Fujita is but I’m looking forward to finding out. From what I’ve vaguely seen from a Google search is that he’s an Ex-MMA dude, 13 losses, PRIDE Wrestling and all that. It does generally give a helluva lot of a Minoru Suzuki vibe to it, especially complimented by the fact that it’s the same colour code Bodor used under that run, but am looking forward to seeing Roach build up this guy and get those straps b-rother. Momentum coming off his first win looks promising, and I think seeing as Roach is behind the wheel on it, I’m sure it’s got a lot of legs, like a spider or something.

Punk-ass loser, Billy no belts talking a HELLUVA lot of blabber.

Didn’t Roddy no show this one? Glad to see that Yolo’s getting momentum on the start of this Super Dragon run though, writing his match next week so that shouldn’t last for long.

I think circling back on the whole throne thing was a thing I loved doing, really gives a picture of what dedication and approach the Warhorse has to take to keep on the ball and be the champion he wanted to be, an almost “get what you give” approach realisation, which’d also be sick if this G1 keeps on going swell.

It’s genuinely rare that we get in ring self promos without a storyline and it’s genuinely welcome, I’m glad that the guy behind this LA Knight guy is putting in the effort and actually wants to get some momentum behind it from being different to the flock.

BRey eating shit on behalf of RK-SYDAL BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. GET SOME.

You best believe I’m gonna have Josh Matthews interview the Warhorse like nothing happened next week, just you wait Mr “I’m gonna murder peps to seem cooler”.

AJ picking up a dub-ya for the G1 for a hefty long match.

We’ve still got Jye? Yuck. Kidding, I hope he does something with Kay within this run.

These fools are gonna have to accept the Warhorse used Joe’s weapon sooner rather than later with these dubs! Breaking the Con-Streak into a million pieces just like that.

Looking forward to seeing stuff by the new Ciampa run by Gunn and the new Eddie Kingston dude.

Punk barely beating a ratshit murderer who’d thunk it! Shame he won’t even make it outta the gosh darned block!

[Evolution J]

Congrats to the winners and to everyone who became part of it (promos, writing and etc) (not including myself). Awesome turn out for the show. I am looking forward to see the new comers. My man Roach hasn't lost his touch. Good to see him get his first win back. He haven't lost his groove. The rps between AJ Styles and Drew were outstanding. It could have went either way in m y opinion. But in the end, both men look good.

Warhorse is looking good. Can't wait to see him face his number one contender for his I.C. Championship. Good effort by Matt Sydal. I am looking forward to our alliance. Conway made had lost his match. But he still look good in the end. I know for sure he and Drew will have one awesome match for sure. I am not going to lie, but I am sensing we will see Seth Rollin going for another title shot against Bray Wyatt really soon. But I am up for the CM Punk vs Bray Wyatt match for sure. Especially Fauche have been giving a lot of hints about Bray Wyatt lately. Congrats to Super dragon on his first win. Can't wait to see what Chiampa can do.

I am looking forward to read his stuff. I am also looking forward to see who Jye will feud with next. I honestly wouldn't be surprised to see Demi God face off against Bray Wyatt against but this time in the G1 mid finals. Over all, everyone did a amazing job. As for the AJ match, George. I honestly thought it would be cool to have a long interesting back and forth match for Styles match with Drew. Even though I am still rusty at it.

I am still wondering when we will see Sami Zayn return. I am pretty sure his return will be interesting especially to start a feud with Seth. Other than that, I am out. Later.

[Fauche]

Rad show very stoked about doing the G1 this year. Big fan of tournaments as a way to figure out contenders, and KOTR is great. Also happy to KOTR. But that's single elimination - a round robin gives dudes a chance to rebound. Everyone who came up short in the first round could very plausibly crush out two wins a row now and still be in contention to win the whole thing. Exciting times! Also, the G1 means lots of matches on a show and it's so great to see guys stepping up and writing matches. Big thanks to Jye for writing a banger match for Destruction and I, also Evolution had a real solid one too. Love to see it. Also, Rey's gfx cards for the tournament are so friggin rad big thanks to him for busting those puppies out.

Stoked to have some new guys around. Pretty sure this is the first Eddie Kingston I've seen an e-fed, and it's real good. Besides Bodor's short run with Drake, maybe the first time for him too. So its all real fresh. Lots of promise in both those promos. Also cool to see Gunn picking up Ciampa. Loved that Abyss, but also I think lots of people, myself included, hit their stride with their second or third character after sorta figuring things out with the first. Abyss was great, but wouldn't be surprised to see this Ciampa winning hisself some gold in the not so distant future. New members showing up just in time for the annual summer rush, we're like two guys away from talking about bringing that tag team division back and 4-5 guys away from a brand split as far as I'm concerned so everyone invite a pal.

Goldberg conspicuous by his absence.

Very thrilled to finally get a one-on-one match with Roach. Loved Shibata and Shiozaki, IDK so much about Fujita and he's def got a different vibe than the last two guys but the promo tonight and that thread last week was some strong stuff so mos def looking forward to this thread.