Post by Danny on Jun 16, 2021 18:34:13 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: Tonight we’ve got Tomasso Ciampa taking on Apollo Crews.
Corey Graves: In tag team action, the new partnership of Randy Orton and Matt Sydal take on the team of LA Knight and Eddie Kingston.
Tom Phillips: We’ll also see Drew Galloway mix it up with WARHORSE in a non-title match.
Mauro Ranallo: Chad Gable and CM Punk will also square off.
Corey Graves: Also scheduled, AJ Styles and Rob Conway will throw down in a non-title match.
Tom Phillips: AndSeth Rollins and Fujita are set to clash.
Mauro Ranallo: But first, it's Sonya Deville versus Eve Torres and that match is up next!
We head down to the ring where Sonya Deville and Eve are already in the ring with Cena and Billie Kay in their respective corners when the ref calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
Eve is ready to go, circling around the ring while Sonya doesn't appear to see her as a threat of any kind. Eve moves in to tie up with Sonya but Deville just shoves her away., instead putting up her dukes. Eve does the same and the two move in closer, getting ready to strike.
Corey Graves: How dumb is Eve to try and stand up with a striker like Sonya Deville?
Mauro Ranallo: She's out to prove something here tonight. Can you imagine if Sonya loses a striking battle to Eve? It could change everything about the match.
Corey Graves: This is the real world Mauro, if Eve lands one good hit on her, I know I'm in a nightmare.
Eye throws some punches first but Sonya expertly dodge them, bobbing and weaving her attempts. She ducks out of one punch and delivers one of her own straight to Eve's ribs. Eve falls to her knees and winces while Sonya gives her a knee strike right to the face! Eve goes down and Sonya walks over to where Cena is and talks some trash to him. She comes back to where Eve is getting up only for Torres to punch her in the gut. Sonya is a little caught off by this but nothing another knee, this time to the side of the head can't fix. She brings Eve back up to her feet and grabs at her waist, lifting her up and over with a Gutwrench Suplex. She keeps her hands together and gets back up to hit another. Eve is still caught in her hands and she Sonya gets up once more to hit a third Gutwrench Suplex! She makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Eve kicks out! Sonya grabs her by her hair and pulls her back up to her feet. She gives her a few disrespectful slaps to the face but Eve suddenly powers out of her hold and delivers a stiff forearm to the face. Sonya is caught by surprise but Eve starts unloading with forearm after forearm, backing her into a corner. Eve then climbs up to the middle rope and raises her hand up high before raining down punches to the top of her head, the crowd count along with each hit. She gets to about 8 when Sonya grabs her and throws her back down to the mat with a Spinebuster!
Tom Phillips: Just when it looked like Eve was getting some offense in, Sonya puts a stop to it.
Corey Graves: Did she think Deville was just going to stand there and take all her hits? It's like swatting a fly away to Sonya.
Sonya picks up Eve and lifts her straight up into the air except Eve shifts her weight and falls behind Sonya. She shoves her forward and Sonya hits the ropes. She comes back looking for a clothesline but Eve turns it into a Reverse STO! Eve stomps at Sonya over and over again but Deville rushes back to her feet. Eve manages to lift her onto her shoulders but Sonya starts throwing elbows to the side of her head to come back down. She runs at Eve but once more Eve scoops her up onto her shoulder and hits the Samoan Drop! Eve then kips up back to her feet for some applause from the crowd. She stands standing in front of Sonya and gives off a booty shake before hitting the Standing Moonsault! she makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Sonya kicks out! Eve drags her closer to the corner before she goes up top. She trying to get situated at the top for the moonsault when Billie starts yelling at her from the sidelines. Cena comes over to get in her face but the distraction is just enough for Sonya to come running over, quickly going up to the middle rope and throwing Eve off with a Super German Suplex! Eve is all sorts of dazed but she still fights to get back to her feet. Sonya is measuring her and when she's up, Deville runs forward for the Square Up Kick! Eve goes down and Sonya makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sonya Deville!
Billie rushes into the ring to raise Sonya's hand while Cena comes into check on Eve. The duo smile and laugh at Cena and Eve and leave the ring, more than satisfied with their win tonight as the show moves on.
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, CM Punk and Samoa Joe.
The Renaissance boys stroll on into the shot.
Young: Thanks for joining me guys.
Punk: Don't mention it. We've always got time for you, Renee. Some of these backstage correspondent folks are just insufferable, uncharismatic glad-hands. Not you, though. I'm always telling Joe how you're the best in the biz, right Joe?
The big Samoan nods.
Joe: Mmmhmmm.
Suspicious of the flattery given the forked tongue its dripping off of, Renee just smile politely and keep things professional.
Young: Tonight, you'll face off against Chad Gable in the final set of matches of the G1 Climax preliminary matches. The winners of each block will of course go on to compete for the right to challenge for the UWF Championship -
Punk: Now let's not beat around the bush here, Renee. No need to stand on ceremony! I'm gonna cut Gable down like a South American lumber company re-zoning the Amazon. The patriotic pipsqueak's got guts and gumption and that's good for him, but you saw what Rollins did to him last week. He's not cut out of the major leagues. It'll be a miracle if he lasts fight minutes out there.
Suffice it to say, I'm coming out of the A Block undefeated. A perfect three-and-oh. These are the kind of results I was promising six months ago - shy of any foul play, I'm unstoppable. Six months in and I still haven't been pinned clean. Haven't tapped out once. I'm proving that I'm exactly what I've been selling, satisfaction guaranteed. This tournament has been a showcase for my talent, its been a honor to be a part of it and as far as I'm concerned, nothing that's happened on my side has been surprising. Now the B Block's another story. They're in shambles over there. It's downright chaotic. If AJ Styles loses tonight... jeez... who the hell knows what's going to happen.
Young: And if he wins?
Punk: If he wins? That's the cherry on top! That's one more sunny day for the Summer of Punk!
AJ Styles still brags about spoiling my big return because for him, that stolen W is a career highlight. For me? Meh... no big deal. I'm over it. He cheated, he knows it, and when he squared off again, I took his title. I ruined his dreams of leaving Wrestlemania as a double champ. And lets not forget, it was AJ that fucked up any chance of walking out as a champ at all when he dropped the ball on the biggest night of his life. Why this guy is so eager to get embarrassed by Bray Wyatt again beats me. Guess he's still buying into his own hype. But a rubber match, live on pay-per-view, gives me the opportunity to give him a healthy dose of reality while punching my ticket. It's pretty clear that there's nobody that can beat Wyatt except me. None of the guys in my block and certainly not anyone on the far side of the bracket.
And speaking of, I don't mind if Conway or my old pal WARHORSE somehow gets the slot instead. It doesn't matter which one I have to walk over to get what I want. This roster isn't wanting for talent, but drive? Hunger? Ambition? I see a lot of empty hands just waiting to get filled. Me? I don't wait and I don't beg. I'm taking what's mine and I'm taking it now. Anyone who wants to sit on their ass, stay jealous and complain can fill their boots. My level takes a hustle they don't understand.
Young: Some might say it took more than "hustle" for you to beat Fujita last week.
The Second City Saint scoffs at the accusatory tone while Samoa Joe steps forward to take point on this one.
Joe: We've made it our mission to redefine the measuring of greatness in wrestling, and to do that, a sideshow attraction like Bray Wyatt can't be allowed to carry the only championship in this company that matters. The Clown is picking on easy targets - Orton, Sydal, Rollins - unqualified men - because its safe. His dominance? That's an illusion. He's only smoke and mirrors. Puppets and a play set.
There is no cost to high to pay to make sure that my boy here gets a UWF Championship match. It has never been more appropriate to say that the ends justify the means. Fujita is a broken down old man. He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't have the heart to do what needs to be done. I'll say the same for Gable, too. We won't let that kid within spitting distance of the winner's circle. Anyone who wants to pout about a couple of bent or broken rules? You go back and watch the tape. Listen to what Punk said about the state of the UWF six months ago. Look at the points he raised, the complaints he lodged. More importantly, you dig up what the boss himself - Mr. Ec3 - had to say about that. This is where the Revolution got you, and before we can truly give you a Renaissance, we need a Reformation. That's ugly work for dirty hands. But I don't mind that, because I know it's worth it.
All that stuff with the Intercontinental title? That was fun and games. Fooling around. This is what matters and that's how we're treating it. Whatever it takes is whatever it takes.
Joe steps back behind Punk, who cocks a sardonic smirk.
Punk: Welp, we better get going. Busy night, ya know? I've got this match to win and later on we're gonna sit back and watch Fujita and Rollins fight over nothing. Maybe we'll pop by and congratulate the winner of the B Block, too. Guess we'll just see how we're feeling later on.
He turns and leaves, Joe tailing after him. Renee watches those arrogant interview high-jackers walk away before signing off. Revolution continues elsewhere!
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. AJ Styles starts stretching out as he waits for his opponent Rob Conway to come out.
Just look at me...
That piano, that voice, it can only mean one thing - it's time for 'The Conman'. The crowd immediately begin to boo and jeer as Conway makes his way out onto the stage sauntering along and pointing to himself. Conway makes a point of pointing to his mouth, singing along with every word of his entrance music. He quickly poses for the not so adoring crowd before strutting his way down the ramp, still singing along to his theme.
Tony Chimmel: Introducing, from New Albany, New Jersey. Weighing in at 234 pounds, he is 'The Conman'... Rob Conway!
Conway hops up onto the ring apron and spins round, pointing to each of his abdominal muscles looking mighty proud of himself before he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Conway heads to the ropes and leans over the top rope, foot on the middle rope, one finger high into the air as he continues to sing along with his entrance theme. Conway struts around the ring afterward, refusing to take off his sunglasses before the match starts, a symbol of his arrogance. He trades looks with AJ Styles and they both start talking trash until the bell rings.
Rob Conway starts flexing his muscles as AJ nods his head in disgust and Rob admires himself. AJ walks over to him and he smacks the sunglasses off of Rob as Rob looks shocked. Rob gets mad as he yells at AJ and he gets a dropkick by Styles.
Macro Ranallo: The Demi God has just pissed off the Con Man!
Tom Phillips: Nobody touches the Con Man’s sunglasses, especially the Demigod!.
Corey Graves: Styles is going to teach him some respect.
AJ Styles drops down as he hooks the leg and the referee begins the count.
1……
2..
and a kick out.
AJ Styles laughs as he begins to mock Rob and he starts flexing his muscles. Rob gets upset and he runs at him. AJ drops him down with the toe hold and he grabs ROb’s head and places him in the headlock. He starts squeezing the hold as Rob begins to get up and he manages to get out of the hold. He pushes AJ as he bounces off the ropes and Rob hits him with a spinebuster. AJ falls down as Rob goes down and hooks the leg.
1………
2……
and a kick out.
Rob shoves him back onto the floor as he hooks the leg again and the ref begins the count.
1…. and a kick out.
Rob yells `` That’s three” He yells at the referee as AJ rolls him up and he grabs the tights.
1…….
2……
and a kick out.
AJ Styles is shocked that he didn’t get the three count as he grabs Rob and he picks him up. He shoves him to the turnbuckle as he starts punching him in the head and he kicks him in the chest with several kicks. Then he starts chopping him with hard chops and Rob blocks it. Then he grabs AJ as he places him and he hits several kicks in the corner. He hits him with his own hard chops as AJ’s chest starts red and he starts stomping on him until he is on the floor in the corner. Rob hits him with the corner foot choke until the referee tells him to stop and he turns around to look at the referee. He brushes him away as he starts talking trash and he turns around to look at AJ. He gets kicked in the chest by AJ and Styles runs at him as Rob grabs him. He hits him with a back breaker as AJ falls down and Rob picks him up again. He places Styles by the arm and places it over his shoulder as he picks him up, He hits a stall suplex and AJ’s legs are hanging into the air as Rob holds it for several minutes. Then he goes down as he hits the stall suplex and AJ goes down in pain while he is holding his back. Rob grabs AJ and hits a Ego Trip as AJ Styles falls down hard. Rob drops and he hooks the leg as the referee counts the pin.
1…….
2…..
and the referee stopped. Rob looks up as he sees Health distracting the referee and he gets up. He turns around as Rhino hits him with a Gore out of nowhere and AJ Styles sees the opportunity. He crawls over to Rob as he hooks the leg while the referee turns around. He sees the pin and he begins the count.
Macro Ranallo: Wow, Rhino just hit Rob with a huge Gore out of nowhere!!!! Where Did he come from!?
Tom Phillips: Here we go again, AJ getting some help from his buddies.
Corey Graves: Give him a break Tom.You got to give the Demigod credit on doing whatever it takes to win.
1…….
2…….
and a kick out.
AJ Styles grabs his head as he is in shock and he looks at the referee. He is screaming at the referee. He turns around as he sees Rob and Rob rakes him in the eyes. He grabs Styles and hits him with a Reverse Falling DDT. He walks over to the turnbuckle as he climbs it and he taunts AJ. He begins to mock AJ as he jumps and he hits the Ego Elbow Drop. AJ Styles looks knocked out as Rob hooks the leg and the referee begins the count.
1…….
2….
and a kick out.
Macro Ranallo: Wow, What a huge kick out by Styles!
Tom Phillips: How did Styles kick out after that move!
Corey Graves: Oh My God! Demi God is still in it!
AJ places his foot onto the ropes as Rob Conway couldn’t believe it and he gets up. He yells at the referee and he tells him it is three. The referee tries to explain to him that AJ Styles put his foot on the rope. Rob turns around as he takes AJ’s foot and he pulls him toward the middle. He begins stomping on him until he stops and he picks him up. He whips AJ to the ropes as he bounces off the ropes and Rob grabs him. He places AJ into the Conway Clutch as AJ tries to get out and Rob is squeezing the life out of AJ. AJ looks like he is about to lose unconscious while the referee takes his hand and he begins the count.
1………. and AJ’s hand drops.
2……. The referee picks up AJ’s hand and his hand drops again..
3… The referee picks it up and he drops it as AJ’s hand starts moving.
Then he starts hitting Rob in the chest with his punches as Rob lets go of the hold and AJ Styles starts hitting him with a Phenomenal combination. Then Rob tries to block the kick as AJ hits him with a Pele’ kick and Rob falls down. Then AJ Styles ran to the ropes as he yelled “Get Up!” and Rob Conway got up. He turns around as AJ Styles jumps from the ropes and he hits the Phenomenal Forearm. Rob moves out of the way as he avoids the Phenomenal Forearm and he grabs AJ. He hits him with a low blow as AJ catches him and reverses it into a pin while the referee begins the count.
1……
2…..
3……...
The announcer: And your winner is ...…….AJ Styles!!!!
Mauro Ranallo: Holy Moley AJ Styles has done it!
Tom Phillips: Yeah, The Con man couldn’t get past Styles as he had hoped.
Corey Graves: Another win for the Demi God again!
Rob Conway is shocked as he can’t believe he lost as Styles gets his hand raised by the referee. Rhyno and Heath Slater go into the ring as they celebrate AJ’s win while Rob Conway slides out of the ring. He walks up the entrance ramp and he walks to the back while AJ Styles begins laughing at his win over Rob.
The scene opens with Randy Orton standing backstage look at the screen as he turn to look at the camera and he begin to speak.
Well, tonight I am teaming up with Matt Sydal to face off against LA Knight and Eddie Kingston. I honestly don't expect this tag team match ot end in a fair fight because I already know the ending of this match, It is going to be really unpredictable that nobody will see it coming. But I can promise everyone that LA Knight and Eddie will not see the same old Randy Orton that they have heard of. No, they are going to face a different Randy Orton that they have never faced before in UWF. I am going to show them what makes me extremely different from the others. I am going to prove to them why I have proven time and time again that I am one of the toughest competitors that anybody have face. They may think I am old school and I don't belong to the new blood. Tonight is going to be a lesson to them that they are going to have to respect me because I promised them both that they shall remember my name. They are not going to get hit by the three most dangerous letters of the greatest move of UWF. They will shall become the bloody victims that will suffer the fate at the hands of The Viper and Matt Sydal. Because tonight, there will be sweat and blood along with tears. But tears of crying and suffering when their lives are at stake. Tonight, it doesn't matter who wins the match. The only thing that matter to me is that LA Knight and Eddie Kingston will pay their debt to me. At the end of tonight, they bloody and broken bodies will be laying in the ring while I will be the only one stand with Matt. When that happens, you know that my time as future UWF Champion is here and they i am ready to take my throne. Their pure blood will be the debt I will take when I bite their necks and taste it to fulfill my hunger.
As a matter of fact, I promise everyone that the end is near for Bray Wyatt and it is about to become my time to be crown the future UWF Champion. Bray, I know y9ou are watching. You can play all the little games all you want. I honestly love playing these games. As much I love playing those games, I sure heck love tasting your pure and sweet blood on my lips. The smell and taste of your blood help fulfill my bloody hunger. I can't wait to taste another bite of your scrawny little neck. I am coming for you Bray. Be prepare and ready. Shine my precious UWF Championship for me my friend. I shall see you soon.
The scene ends with Randy Orton giving a evil laugh while he gives a evil smile.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match in the G1 tournament set for one fall! introducing first...
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, a 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 management behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes, and begins to take a deep breath as he once again raises his arms up to his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
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.
Tony 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.
DING DING!
The bell has rung but it doesn't look like either wrestlers have noticed as they're just standing there, menacingly! After a long period of no action the bloodthirsty fans start booing and the confused ref tries to get the match going, Fujita tells him to shut up and takes a step forward, Rollins isn't gonna let some fossil intimidate him so he takes two steps forward!
Corey Graves: Fuijita clearly doesn’t plan on taking any of what Seth Rollins is dealing tonight.
Tom Phillips: I think Rollins isn’t even the slightest in his set of worries.
That's enough for Fujita who's getting sick and tired of this shit and suddenly explodes into Rollins, picking him up in a double leg takedown and driving him all the way into the corner! He starts thrusting his shoulders into the Messiah's gut, only stopping when the ref pulls him away but puny zebra man can't keep Ironhead away from his foe for long as almost immediately he returns and again picks up Rollins like he's a small child this time sitting him at the top rope, he yells something along the lines of "Watch this Devitto you fat fuck" before climbing on the second rope and hooking Rollins' arm in preparation for a suplex.
Tom Phillips: As in Danny Devito?
However, Rollins is aware enough to realize what's coming and he starts punching Fujita in the gut which makes him release his grip and lose his balance, he manages to fall on his own terms tho and land on his feet but in that he's given Rollins enough time to position himself on the apron and launch himself at Ironhead with a springboard knee!
Mauro Ranallo: Give a man a minute and they’ll hit you where it hurts!
Corey Graves: Give them two and they’ll kick you in the dong!
The strike catches Fujita by surprise and right on the nose, he turns away from Rollins for a second, and when he turns around he eats a superkick straight to the jaw! There's a reason he's called Ironhead tho, he's a tough motherfucker, and although he's extremely wobbled Fujita is still on his feet, no worries though as Rollins finally brings him down with a Sling Blade! The move clearly hurt the geriatric patient's neck but Rollins no care, Rollins only cares about winning, he decides fuck it and goes for the pin, not expecting much but ready to be pleasantly surprised.
1...
2.
NO!
Fujita kicks out!
Corey Graves: Come on! Did Rollins really think this small sequence of moves was enough to put away the tough-as-nails Kazuyuki Fujita?
Tom Phillips: Well if he's got Fujita hurt I don't see any reason why not to try and end this early.
Corey Graves: And I see a reason why not, remind me which one of us is a former UWF International Heavyweight champion?
Tom Phillips: You, but why wouldn't you...
Corey Graves: Exactly.
Fujita rolls across the ring to the ropes and tries to get up slowly, glaring around with a vengeance. He gets his footings and goes back to Rollins who attempts to boot the man in the midsection, but he’s clearly having none of it. He looks up and laughs in the man’s face, and runs through Rollins with a massive spear, and gets straight onto a knee and looks around for an applause he doesn’t care for.
He wipes a bit of sweat off his head and continues to stand. He stands back up, holding onto his neck and Rollins staggers holding onto his midsection. He then continues to stomp right at the top of the head, to keep him grounded. He then leads him round, holding onto Rollins’ head. He then throws him to the ropes, and on returnal he kicks Rollins down to the mat with a massive big boot. Five toes of anger.
Mauro Ranallo: Boot meets face.
Corey Graves: Fujita seems pretty confident in his own ability and his control over Seth Rollins here. A man with a bit of a temper like his would have to try and maintain this strong holding over him.
Rollins rolls in the pain from the impact by clutching up on himself. He stays in a ball, as tight as possible. Fujita then kicks this cocoon which is barely shook. He looks pretty amused by the fact Rollins thinks this is a sound strategy and doesn’t waste time mocking this with his ringside manager.
Tom Phillips: Rollins is doing some goofy stuff with the wrong guy.
Fujita reaches down carelessly to Rollins to pull that silly little boy back up to his feet, but Rollins hooks in his head quickly for a fast one and the referee counts the small package.
1...
Quickly Fujita kicks out. They both spring to their feet with Fujita quite clearly angered by this move from Rollins, and swings for a lariat but Rollins quickly rolls under and ducks, and then kicks Fujita in the back of the knee. He then hooks his head up and then stands Fujita, picking him up and quickly spinning him down with a massive falcon arrow hooking the leg.
1...
2-
NO!
Corey Graves: I don’t think Rollins is making Fujita happy here.
Mauro Ranallo: No kidding.
Fujita springs back up from the kick out and lays Rollins out with a quick kick to his head. Fujita then backs up and says that this one is coming to a close. He waits for Rollins to get on his hands and knees and he runs right up there, but Rollins pushes up to his knees, as Fujita crashes into the corner, Rollins pulls him back for another rollup pinfall attempt.
1...
Fujita kicks out immediately. Straight out of the rollup, Fujita clocks Rollins with a stiff punch, clearly dazing him for real. He locks him into a sleeper hold and tells the referee to call it but his arm has fallen on the ropes. Infuriated, Fujita isn’t letting go now. The referee starts sending off warning counts.
Tom Phillips: He’s going to get himself disqualified!
Corey Graves: I don’t think he cares, Seth Rollins has taken far too many liberties with him.
1-2-3-4-5! Ring the bell.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via disqualification, Seth Rollins!
Fujita keeps the hold locked in until the winner of the match is read. Fujita discards Rollins and gets up quickly infuriated by that decision. He grabs a hold of the referee’s top but they stand their ground and try to defuse at the same time. He blows it off, looking down at the unconscious Seth Rollins and starts heading towards the backstage area.
Mauro Ranallo: Real classy.
Corey Graves: A guy like Fujita doesn’t need to be classy, he just needs to be tough and damn good at his job, that’s what we’re all here for.
Seth lays alone in the middle of the ring unconscious and motionless as Fujita passes through the curtain to the back. The referee clearly checks to make sure he’s okay.
The lights flicker.
Tom Phillips: What the?
An image pops on the screen flickering, and then the lights return and everything is seemingly normal, however, Seth Rollins is staggered in a spider walk hand stood position, signature of Bray Wyatt.
Mauro Ranallo: That’s Bray Wyatt’s position? Is Seth okay?
Corey Graves: Mauro, I actually don’t think so.
A very lost look in the eyes of Seth is seen, he doesn’t know what’s even happening, it’s like he’s trapped in this body. We fade off on this cliff-hanger.
Suddenly, we cut to a prerecorded message from Warhorse standing in an undisclosed location with a cowboy hat on and an almost comically big revolver in his hand, he’s holding the camera, so he’s in control, bitch-bitch.
WARHORSE: IT’S WARHORSE, THINKING ABOUT THIS GODDAMN SHOOTER I’VE GOTTA GODDAMN DEAL WITH TONIGHT. OUT HERE SHOOTING LIKE NOBODY ELSE COULD TOOT. HE AIN’T NO COWBOY NO, HE’S A HAGGIS-BOY. HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO HANDLE A HORSE, I DOUBT HE’S EVER SEEN ONE. IT DOESN’T FARE WELL FOR HIM THOUGH, NO SIR. I MEAN HELL, HE KNOWS HE’S GODDAMN BLOWN THE SHIT OUTTA THIS TOURNAMENT HARDER THAN A CHEAP WHORE.
THE WARHORSE DOESN’T FEAR THAT IN A MAN WHO DOESN’T TREAT EVERY FIGHT AS AN OPPORTUNITY. TONIGHT HE SAYS HE’LL WEAR THE WARHORSE DOWN, HELL, I’D LIKE TO SEE HIM TRY. WITH THIS BUM LEG THOUGH, I’LL STILL RUN CIRCLES AROUND HIM.
SINCE THAT’S WHO I AM, A GODDAMN ALL-TRICK-PONY BABY, ROLLING OVER ALL OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES WITH A GODDAMN STEAM ROLLER FIRED UP TO A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR. SINCE THAT’S WHAT A CHAMPION IS, NOT A COWARD, NOT A MAN WHO’D BACK DOWN FROM A FIGHT.
SO AFTER I BEAT THIS GODDAMN MEDAL HOLDING, RATSHIT, HORN BLOWING ASS, I’LL BEAT HIM AGAIN AND HOWEVER MANY TIMES YOU WANT ME TO DO IT AFTER BECAUSE I, FRANKLY, DO NOT GIVE A SHIT.
He pans over to his UWF Intercontinental Championship sat on a stool.
FOR THIS HIGHEST PRIZE AIN’T EVER, EVER… EVER GOING TO BE AROUND THAT HAIRY LITTLE WAIST HE HAS.
He pans back up to his face.
THIS TOURNAMENT WAS A GOAL TO DETHRONE THAT ASSHOLE BRAY WYATT FROM HIS FRAGILE THRONE, MAKE HIM SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS OF IT. FRANKLY, WHOEVER DOES WIN THIS JOINT PRACTICALLY HAS A GUARANTEE OF WINNING THIS JOINT.
TONIGHT HAS A WHOLE LOT OF STAKE IN THAT, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BLOCK, IT’S PRACTICALLY ALL THAT PEPSI DRINKERS GAME. ALL HIS WORLD TO LIVE ON THAT SIDE. OUR SIDE IT’S NOT SO CLEAR CUT. I THINK THAT’S WHAT BOTHERS ME MOST. I HAVE TO HOLD OUT FOR ANOTHER MAN TO GIVE THE WARHORSE STAKE LEFT IN THIS TOURNAMENT. AFTER I BEAT MC-MCINTYRE I HAVE TO HOLD OUT FOR CONWAY TO BEAT STYLES.
The Warhorse visibly makes a face of lost hope, ala Larry David.
WELL. CONWAY. I DON’T HAVE A LOT OF… HOPE, THE MAN’S A GODDAMN SHAM. I MEAN HELL, LOOK AT WHEN I BEAT HIM. I DON’T KNOW IF HE’LL BE ABLE TO PULL OUT A CAT OUT THE BAG TONIGHT, FRANKLY THE WARHORSE DOUBTS IT. SO WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.
AJ STYLES VS CM PUNK.
The Warhorse turns slightly.
THE WORDS TRIGGER A BIT OF FUCKING VOMIT TO COME UP IN THE WARHORSE’S MOUTH. NOBODY, I REPEAT, NOBODY CARES FOR THIS GODDAMN SHIT SHOW OF A DREAM MATCH. NOBODY, NOT THE BIRDS, NOT THE TREES AND MOST IMPORTANTLY THE PEOPLE. THEY BILL THEMSELVES AS SUPERSTARS COLLIDING BUT THEY NEED TO REALISE SOONER OR LATER IT’S JUST A COLLIDING SET OF EGOS.
I DON’T KNOW, ASK THE PEOPLE AND SEE IF THEY SEE EITHER ONE OF THOSE TWO WITH HOPE FOR THE FUTURE AS UWF CHAMPION. I MEAN HELL, WHO HAVE WE EVEN GOT TO ROOT FOR THESE DAYS? DO I HAVE TO SQUEAK UP AND KISS ALL THE DOGS AND PET ALL THE CHILDREN?
SHIT… I DUNNO MAN.
WE’LL HAVE TO SEE I GUESS, DAY BY DAY WE ALL MOVE FORWARD, AND HELL, ANOTHER DAY TO RULE SOME ASS, SO HELL, I’LL TAKE MY CHAMPIONSHIP TO THE MOON BABY, LITERALLY, HIT UP THAT PIECE OF SHIT ELON AND HOOK ME UP.
I’M NOT GOING TO PRETEND I NEVER WANTED THE UWF CHAMPIONSHIP, WHO DOESN’T, BUT HELL, IF THAT’S OUTTA REACH FOR NOW THE WARHORSE HAS TO DO WHAT THE WARHORSE HAS TO DO, IF YOU CATCH THE WARHORSE’S DRIFT. ANYWAY. WARHORSE OUT.
We cut back.
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. Warhorse waits for his opponent Drew Galloway to come out as he stares at the entrance ramp and he awaits for his opponent's arrival.
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 while he stares at Warhorse. They both start staring at each other and they strat strat talking trash to each other before the bell rings.
Mauro Ranallo: This should be an awesome match up between Drew and the I.C. Champion himself.
Tom Philiips: Nah, Drew is just warming himself up for the real winner of G1 Warhorse!
Corey Graves: We will find out which one of these men will make a huge statement in the G1 Cup.
They both start hitting each other with punches and then Warhorse knows Drew down while Warhorse smiles. Then he whipped Drew to the ropes as he bounces off the ropes and he hits Drew with a Lariat. he drops on Drew and he hooks the leg.
1………… and a kick out.
Drew gets up quickly as Warhorse is laughing and Drew runs at him. Drew hits the Big Boot and Warhorse and Warhorse falls down as Drew grabs him. Then Biel throws Warhorse to the turnbuckle in the corner as he starts giving him hard chops to the chest and Warhorse is smiling at Drew. Drew gets mad as he starts kicking Warhorse in the chest and he grabs him. He places him on the turnbuckle as Warhorse hits him in the face. They both trade punches until Drew gets Warhorse as he places Warhorse arm over his shoulder. Then he hits the superplex on Warhorse as both men hit the floor and Drew gets up quickly. He yells “Come on” as Warhorse gets up and he turns around. Drew runs for the Claymore as Warhorse ducks out of the way and he hits the huge german suplex into the corner. Drew falls down hard as he is in pain and Warhorse starts stomping on Drew. Then he stops as he falls on Drew and hooks the leg again.
1……..
2……..
and a kick out.
Warhorse turns to the referee as he starts yelling at him and he turns around to a Glasgow Kiss on Warhorse. Then he falls on Warhorse and he hooks the leg and the ref starts the count.
1……… and a kick out.
Then he shoves Warhorse back onto the floor as he hooks the leg again and Warhorse quickly kicks out.
Drew gets frustrated as he turns around to the referee and tells him it's three counts. Warhorse gets up and grabs Drew from behind as he rolls him up.
1………
2………
and a kick out.
Mauro Ranallo: Uh Oh Drew is getting frustrated! This isn’t good for the Scottish Warrior!
Tom Philips: Maybe he didn’t get any luck of the Irish?
Corey Graves: Tom, you are a complete moron. Drew is Scottish and not Irish you idiot!
Drew's face turns red as he gets mad and he complains to the referee again while he grabs Warhorse. Then he hits him with a Overhead to head suplex as Warhorse falls down and he runs over to Warhorse. Then he brings him to the turnbuckle as he starts stomping on him and the referee begins the count.
1……….
2………
3……..
4……..
5……… and the referee tells Drew to stop as Drew shoves the referee away.
Announcer: Here is your winner by DQ,....Warhorse!
Mauro Ranallo: Drew just got himself DQ and it looks like he doesn’t care.
Tom Phliips: Drew is just a sore loser and he knows my man Warhorse can beat him easily!
Corey Graves: Shut up Tom! Nobody cares about you or for your love for Warhorse. Everyone knows The Scottish Warrior is the real winner here!!!!
He picks up Warhorse, he whips him to the ropes and he hits a huge Claymore. Warhorse is in pain as the referees come inside the ring. They attend to Warhorse as Drew slides out of the ring and he grabs something from underneath the ring. He grabs a chair and he slides it into the ring as the referees tell him to stop. Drew threatens them with the chair as he scares them away and he walks over to Warhorse. Drew hits Warhorse with several shots to the chest. Then he hits him in the head as he bust him open and Warhorse is bleeding from the head. Drew drops the steel chair as he grabs Warhorse by the head and he starts screaming in his bloody face.
Ye see me warhorse! ye hear me! yer time is up! yer ic championship is mines! ye think this is a joke. A'm aff tae mak' ye bloody bleed 'n' yer blood is oan yer hauns whin a'm dane wi' ye.
Mauro Ranallo: Lord Have Mercy! Drew just slayed the Warhorse in his own blood!
Tom Phillips: Oh My God, Warhorse is bleeding! The Scottish Warrior left the IC. Champion a bloody mess before their title match!
Corey Graves: I am not surprised. Good for him. Drew has to send a strong message to him and he is coming for his I.C. Championship!
Then Drew drops Warhorse onto the floor as he lay there bleeding and the referees tend to him. Drew slides out of the ring as he walk up the entrance ramp while he look back Warhorse. He smile and laugh at his work while he raised both of his arms into the air as if he won the match. The scene faded and ends with a unconscious Warhorse bleeding in pain.
The camera cuts to the ever smiling Renee Young standing in front of the UWF interview screen, mic in hand she's waiting for her next guess.
Renee: UWF fans thanks for joining me, before his match against Apollo tonight where we've seen his opponent questioning whether or not he can still get it done I'm going to see where Tomasso Ciampa's headspace is going into this match.
On cue Ciampa walks in, dressed in his usual attire of Blackheart tank, camo trousers and boots, he stands next to Renee with his clutch in hand.
Renee: Thanks for joining me Ciampa, I think that's the first time in a while someone has not interrupted me or ran in screaming.
Renee looks angry for a second as she remembers the Warhorse interviews.
Ciampa: No problem Renee, I like to give professionals their dues, unlike some in this company I know how to respect people who put in work.
Renee nods
Renee: So I just wanted to see where you were heading into tonight, obviously Apollo and yourself have exchanged words over the past few days and he's made it personal by bringing up your past injuries and family, where has that left your mental space.
Ciampa rubs his chin under his beard as he thinks on this before answering.
Ciampa: Listen Renee, people have been coming at me since I came back and mentioning my injuries and family. First off yeah, I've had a lot of injuries over the years: Neck injuries, knee injuries, stuff to my ACL, it would be easier to say what I've not had injured but it doesn't matter because it's never stopped me from doing what I do best and that's wrestling so Apollo can make all the "Old crippled man" jokes he wants but I'll be the one showing him that this old crippled man can still kick ass.
Renee moves the mic back to herself to talk.
Renee: That's great to hear and what about the comments about your wife, they've been quite explicit and frankly disgusting.
Ciampa let's out a chuckle, agreeing with Renee.
Ciampa: Yeah they have been haven't they, listen I try not to think about stuff like that, if he wants to joke about fucking my wife to feel like a big shot then he can but he has to realise that in the real world, in my world those jokes have consequences, he's not hanging round with his rich entitled asshole buddies here, all sucking up to him because he's, allegedly, a prince, no he's out there with me a guy who's doing this for his family and I'll show him what I do to guys who disrespect my wife.
Renee nods in agreement before taking the mic back one final time.
Renee: Finally Ciampa before we wrap up, win or lose tonight, what's next for you in the UWF, you seemed pretty focused on getting payback from Billie Kay.
Ciampa once again strokes his chin and thinks even longer this time.
Ciampa: You know Renee, I'll be honest when I agreed to come back it was to earn a steady paycheck for my family but when Billie Kay got involved in my business and I saw how Excalibur and Apollo walk round and act like they own the place I realised that this place is missing something: respect. Respect for guys like me who have put their bodies on the line week in and out for years. Respect for the guys like Warhorse who go out there and give it their all whether it's a Dark match, a TV match or a PPV. Respect for guys like Kingston who worked their asses off for years to get here. So that's why I've came back Renee: to beat respect into people who don't show it and it starts tonight with the Prince of Delusions himself, Apollo
With that Ciampa walks off and leaves Renee by herself, she turns to the camera to sign off
Renee: Well strong words from Ciampa tonight folks, will he beat that respect into Apollo or will the Self Proclaimed prince come out on top in his debut.
The camera then cuts.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
The heartbeat of No One Will Survive kicks in as Ciampa walks out onto stage, his head hung low he turns and stares menacingly at the ring, making his way down he ignores the hand slaps of the audience.
Chimel: Introducing first.. making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa!
Ciampa slides into the ring and his mood immediately changes, charging into the corner he climbs to the second turnbuckle and bangs a fist on his chest before jumping off and walking back and forth in his corner.
Crews' return to Revolution inspires little fanfare. The newly-minted Nigeran Warrior scowls at the capacity crowd before starting down towards the ring.
Chimel: And his opponent... from The Democratic Republic of Updateyourprofile... weighing in at 240 pounds... Apollo Crews!
Apollo climbs into the squared circle. He sheds the scarf and ditches the spear as he prepares for the match ahead. He and Ciampa stare across the ring at one another, their ill intentions made obvious by their expressions. Tony Chimel heads out and the Referee calls for the bell...
VS 
DING DING
There's no hesitation from either side as the competitors both head straight for the center of the ring. They lock up collar-and-elbow and jockey for position. Crews has some size on the Sicilian Psycho and has him backing up in no time at all. Ciampa uses that push against his opponent, dipping to one side so that Crews steps right past him. Tommaso then snatches an arm and hooks it around the back, tugging it at an awkward angle to effectively apply a hammerlock. Apollo betrays a grimace and that gets a smile from Ciampa.
The self-proclaimed Nigerian Royalty swings an elbow back, looking to connect with the other man's head. Tommaso leans out of harms way and yanks the arm a little harder for good measure. That extra jolt of pain inspires Crews to mix things up, and he maneuvers himself out of the hold with a spin in the other direction. He looks to counter with a hammerlock of his own, but just as he's going for the arm, Tommaso plants his feet and hip tosses him. Impressively, if not surprisingly, the hyper-athletic Apollo flips over and lands on his feet. He wheels around and attempts an Ensiguri, but Ciampa has it scouted and ducks.
As Crews crashes down into the canvas, the Psychopath runs for the ropes to build up some speed for his next attack. Apollo is about to get up but drops flat on to his stomach as Ciampa rushes back. Tommaso hops over him and keeps going, bouncing off the adjacent cables before coming back again. This time Crews times things out a bit better, popping up just in time to stop his foe in his tracks with a dropkick. Two boots clip one chin and Ciampa falls down on to his back. Crews wastes no time in shooting the half for the first pin attempt of the match...
1...
Ciampa kicks out emphatically before the second count can fall.
Phillips: We've seen Ciampa in some wars over the years. I still remember when The Outsiders nearly blinded him at Wargames a few years ago. Suffice it to say, it will certainly take more than a dropkick to put the Sicilian Psychopath away.
Graves: It's a marathon, not a sprint, Phillips. Every little bit counts, and every pin attempt is a harder to kick out than the last. You'd know that if you ever got in the ring!
Apollo crouches over Ciampa and then yanks him up by the beard. That gets his attention. The Nigerian Warrior is talking some trash but Tommaso shuts him up with a stiff European Uppercut. Crews' head snaps back, leaving him wide open for a knee to the midsection. This doubles him over and Ciampa capitalizes on this with another knee, this time straight to the face.
Dazed and confused, Crews doesn't put up much fight as Ciampa hoists him up over his shoulder, legs high over one side while the rest of him is diagonally draped across the Bostonian's back. Tommaso hooks his neck and then drops, slamming Apollo down into the mat with an Air Raid Crash! He leans back to try for a cover of his own and the Ref slides in to count it...
1...
2...
Crews kicks out at two! There's no quarter from Ciampa, though. He's in a fightin' mood, fixing to rebound from an unfortunate result in his return to Revolution last week. Tomasso stays on top of Apollo, reaching around to grab a headlock! He pulls his opponent's skull into his chest, grinding into his jawbone with a harsh grip while inching his way closer and closer to a rear naked choke.
Ranallo: I like this strategy for Ciampa - keep Apollo grounded. Wear him down. Crews may look like a heavyweight, but don't let his size fool you - the man can move and fly like a luchador, and once he get's going, he's almost impossible to shut down.
Phillips: Hold on a second... is that who I think it is?
Graves: It's Billie Kay!
It is indeed! The Australian struts down the ramp, facetiously cheering for Ciampa as she comes. The fans' attention is immediately drawn to her, and they boo her out of the building. She looks shocked by the reception, but does let it bother her for long. Tomasso lets go of Crews and stands, ready for her to get up in his business again. Kay cackles and shakes her head, pointing towards the commentary desk.
Ranallo: Is she coming over here?
Graves: I hope so. It would really class up the place.
Kay rounds the ring and approaches the commentary table, shooing Tom Phillips aside so there's room for her to join the team. She puts on a headset as she sits down.
Kay: Well hello there boys! Thanks for inviting me out here! Your pleasure, I'm sure.
Graves: It sure is, Billie. We appreciate you joining us to add some much needed professional perspective to this match.
Phillips: Where's Sonya Deville?
Kay: Obviously she's busy, the match with Eve and all that. I just thought it was important I come out here and see what my good friend Tommaso is up to. I heard he was talking about me all week. Between you blokes and me, I think he's got a bit of a crush! Isn't that cute?
Ciampa is scowling down at Kay. He hasn't taken his eyes off her yet. She blows him a kiss and he just drags a thumb across his throat, the internationally recognized sign language for "you're dead meat". All of this distracting gives Apollo some much-needed time to recover. With Ciampa facing the commentary side, there's nothing stopping Crews from sneaking up from behind to score a quick roll-up! He yanks Ciampa down and grabs his trunks, unabashedly going outside the rules to take this one home...
1...
2...
No! Ciampa rolls through, getting his shoulders off the mat just in time! Crews looks up, shocked that his plan didn't work. Tomasso rotates heels-over-head, coming around to pop right back up. He slams his knee right into his opponent's surprised mug. Apollo is flattened by the blast but Ciampa doesn't capitalize. Instead he marches over to the ropes, leans against them and points back over at Crews, as though that's a warning shot for Kay to keep in mind.
Kay: Oooh! Big knee. I've seen Sonya do the same thing only like... a hundred times better in the gym. Seriously guys, she's a monster in there. That's why Ethan Carter 3 was so scared to have her in the G1 Climax. He's afraid of powerful women. I'm not though. Because I am one.
Ranallo: So I'm assuming you'd like Sonya Deville's chances in a match against Tomasso Ciampa?
Kay: Sonya? Against Tommy Boy? Please Mauro, it wouldn't even be close! Different leagues, those two.
Ciampa shoots one last dirty glance down at Kay before getting back to work. He pulls Apollo up to a vertical base, but before he can get any offense off, Crews hits him in the stomach with a left hook. The Referee reprimands him for the closed-fist strike but Apollo isn't listening. Now that he has an opening, he's going to make the most of it.
Crews slaps on a Thai clinch, arms hooked around the back of Ciampa's head. He gets off a couple of big knees to the face before harpooning his opponent head-long into the nearest turnbuckle. Ciampa's shoulder collides with the metal, rattling the post while he groans in pain. Apollo lets him suffer there for only a brief moment before he pulls him away from the corner. The Nigerian turns his competitor around, hooks the head, grabs some trunks and hoists him up for a suplex. There's no immediate execution, though. Crews leaves him hanging, suspended straight up, head pointed towards the ground.
Apollo then turns toward the harm cam, letting the UWF Universe really get a good look at him. His furrowed brow and gritted teeth convey a malicious intensity, while his continued handling of a grown-ass man as though he were a child is message to the fans of the world and the folks in the locker room - Apollo Crews is serious business.
Phillips: Wow. Look at the strength of Apollo Crews!
Kay: What a show-off! You can see him really struggling too. I bet Sonya wouldn't even break a sweat!
Finally, Crews falls back, slamming Ciampa into the ring. The camera zooms in on Ciampa - that shaved head is beet-red having had so much blood rush to it whilst hung in that precarious position. Tommaso doesn't have much time to recover before Apollo picks him back up off the mat. Despite his impressive display of strength, Crews is still getting some serious jeers from the people and seems rattled about it. He wants to erase any doubts about his dominance.
This time when he elevates his opponent, it's with a Gorilla Press. Apollo holds Ciampa high over-head, his arms fully extended in a ridiculous example of power. He then drops Tommaso like he's yesterday's trash. The former DIY member lands flat on his stomach, winding him. Without even looking back, Crews then leaps up and flips over, aiming for a Moonsault!
Graves: Standing Moonsault by Crews! Unbelievable!
Ranallo: Look at the explosion there! He just launched off like it was nothing.
As astounding as the maneuver is, it yields no results. Ciampa rolls out of the way in the knick of time and Apollo hits nothing but canvas, having the air knocked out of his lungs as Ciampa had had seconds prior. Apollo coughs and gasps, desperate to fill that muscular frame with enough oxygen to keep it running. Tommaso is much quicker to recover. He stumbles to his feet, blasts Apollo across the face with a boot, and then picks him up to nail a Psycho Kutter!
The maneuver lands flush and Crews' eyes roll back. Ciampa leans over, hooks a leg deep and leans in to put this one away...
1...
2...
Crews kicks out in time! Ciampa shakes his head, refusing to let doubt or frustration set in and knock him off course. He has the momentum again and he intends to make to the most of it.
Kay: Look at him now! So full of zesty Italian... zest!
Graves: That's one way to describe it.
Ranallo: The Sicilian Psychopath couldn't finish Crews there, but one more big move might be enough to seal the deal!
With the crowd rallying behind him, Ciampa gets to his feet again. Crews doesn't put up much of a fight as he gets hauled up off the mat. Ciampa cannons him in the belly with yet another brutal knee strike, using that to bend his opponent over frontward so he can hook both arms over the back. The fans pop, knowing full well what's coming.
Phillips: Looks like he's going for the Fairy Tale Ending. That can't be what Apollo Crews had in mind for the match tonight!
Ranallo: No indeed - hey, wait, Billie, where are you going?
Kay tosses off her headset and rushes to the apron. She starts pounding down like a PWG fan, cheering Ciampa on. It's difficult to tell if she's being sarcastic or just impossibly annoying. Either way, Ciampa lets Crews go, abandoning the hold to storm after Billie. The Aussie backs off, sensing some ill intentions from Tomasso. Not wanting the match to go off the rails, the Referee rushes to get in between them. He does what he can to keep the Psycho Killer in the ring while yelling over his shoulder for Kay to get the heck out of the arena. She's arguing right back while Ciampa's muttering something about something about straight up murdering this broad or something.
Which all plays into Crews' favour cause he has time to shake the cobwebs and then rush in to nail a chop block on Ciampa! That surgically-repaired leg was giving him some trouble during the week coming out of that match with Super Dragon and it buckles hard.
Phillips: Billie Kay distracted Ciampa! Get her out of here!
Graves: How is she any more of a problem than the ten thousand people in the stands screaming their heads off? She's ten feet closer to the ring. Big deal!
It is a big deal. Billie threw Ciampa off his game and now he's writhing in pain on the mat, clutching at his bum knee. Crews, huffing and puffing and looking to end this one ASAP, hoists Tommaso up, flings him into the air and then drops him with his signature Spin-out Powerbomb!
Ranallo: That's it! He hit the The Chariot!
Graves: Surprising reference from a square like you, Mauro.
Phillips: That's gotta be it!
Crews sprawls over his opponent and hooks both legs to make the cover...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
APOLLO CREWS!
Crews sits up, takes a deep breath, then stands to allow his hand to be raised. His music blares through the PA, but its hard to hear over all the booing. Still hovering around ringside, Billie Kay feigns shock, as though she can't believe that's how things played out.
Phillips: Billie Kay is a thorn in Tommaso Ciampa's side. That's twice now she's gotten involved in his matches and knowing the Sicilian Psychopath, I'd be surprised if he allows it to happen a third time.
Graves: Way to major in the minors, Phillips. The real story here is that Apollo Crews is the next big thing in the UWF.
Ranallo: I can't help but agree on all points. Tommaso Ciampa has a Billie Kay problem, which one would have to assume is also going to become a Sonya Deville problem. That said, there's no denying the talent of Apollo Crews, and despite his arrogant attitude, I look forward to seeing him compete against the best wrestlers in the world here on Revolution.
Apollo leaves the ring, not even bothering to look back at his opponent. He marches proudly up the ramp, doing his best to hide the injuries sustained during the match. Ciampa finally sits up, his eyes darting around wildly to find Billie Kay. He spots her retreating up the ramp as well and nods, slowly, planning out his next step like the friggin maniac he is. Revolution continues elsewhere!
Our scene cuts backstage to where we are met with an empty office space. Inside the space sat, LA Knight, a desk, and a red button. This could mean one thing, and one thing only -- It was time for A Fact Of Life, with LA Knight. A casual smirk slid across the face of Knight as would waste absolutely no time whatsoever.
LA KNIGHT
Let me talk to 'ya. L-A Knight has a quite a match ahead of 'em tonight. Now if you dummies could be keep quiet, L-A Knight has a little to bit of chest. From where you people are sittin' just watchin' and learnin' from L-A Knight, perhaps you saw last week. That waste of life, Eddie Kingston tried using me as a steppin' stool. I'm sorry, but L-A Knight isn't a pedestal for any man., YEAAAAAUH! Keepin' it real, ladies and gents -- Welcome to A Fact of Life with L-A Knight! Now my guest tonight is exactly the man I faced last week. The very man who I walked out on. Not because I was scared. Not because Kingston was gonna beat yours truly, far from it. Y'see L-A Knight got thinkin'. And I thought, and I thought and then it hit me -- Why should I waste myself on a loser like Kingston? Then of all things, I woke up to a nightmare. L-A Knight has to team that same deranged loser. But let's not waste any time. Tonight, Eddie and I have the dubious honors of smackin' the taste out of Randy Orton, and Matt Sydal's mouth. Yeah, I know you people can't wait for that, but sit down, shut up, and welcome please welcome, the dummy of the hour -- Eddie Kingston!
Eddie Kingston didn’t waste anytime at all. No music as normal as he just marched out from the back. Hitting the main stage like a house on fire he would into the production area, taking a seat. Rolling in he would stare down LA Knight and just smirk at him as he would pull a microphone out from one of his pockets - he didn’t want anything from this man, not a single thing, before Kingston could say a single word -- LA Knight would hit the button, cutting off his partner for the night.
DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH!
EDDIE KINGSTON
I would thank you for inviting me onto this nonsense as your first guest, but we both know this is a complete and utter waste of time. We all know how this ends. We all have seen this play out a thousand times across the world in countless different promotions. Heck we have both been involved in are fair share of these as well. So why don’t we just cut through the BULLSHIT and just get right to it then. Roll up our sleeve, toss these little microphones down and just get to the part were I kick your ASS all over the ring and send these people home HAPPY for once?
DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH!
Another smack of the button caused the ire look of disdain to slide across the face of Kingston as the tension between these two could be cut with a knife. A sly smirk slides across the face from Knight as he simply shrugs his shoulders.
LA KNIGHT
That's just like you, Eddie. To always resort to violence. That's just the way you were raised. You're just this disgusting no life that resorts to such actions. In fact, Eddie -- It's a little disgusting. But from me to you, I'd say watch your tongue when you speak to L-A Knight. It's unfortunate that you, and I are partners tonight, but I'll have problem knockin' that jagged smile of your back into check. Sit back, and have a slice of humble pie, Eddie -- L-A Knight is doin' you a favor. Get it? Got it? Good. Now don't listen to these people who are chantin' your name, Eddie -- They'll be reason that I send your ass packin' to the retirement home.
DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH!
You don't like the truth for what it is, but I'm the one spittin' cold hard facts, Eddie. You are a nobody. You will ALWAYS be a nobody. But the fact is, we're gonna send these fans home happy, because it's simple. They came to see L-A Knight, and you best believe they're getting their monies worth, YEAAAAAUH!
The diamond in the rough would roll up his sleeve slowly as he would smirk. He held up his fists and then stepped forward only one step and then stopped as he bent over and just laughed. Slapping his knee slightly as he stood up straight and stared down LA Knight and just held up his hand and wagged his finger at him. It was clear that these two were far from friends. There was no chance of either of these men getting along together. As the two men stared at one another, Knight would chuckle, slapping the button once more.
DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH!
EDDIE KINGSTON
Normally in this situation here, I'd throw the microphone down and just get to the part were we fight, but what is the point. You would just RUN away again. I mean there is nothing more to be done here Knight, nothing more to be said. You earned a little bit of RESPECT from me last week - just enough for me to let you continue to be here. You went into that ring and you matched me punch for punch, kick for kick, move for more. I gave you RESPECT and do you know what you did with it. You PISSED it all up against the wall and you dare stand here with a SMIRK on your face. You are a COWARD. Nothing more and nothing less. You ain’t worth my time of day and if it was not for the tag team match tonight, you bet your ASS I would not be here entertaining you. You had a chance, to be a man last week, but like always you BAILED out. You took the easy way out. That’s just who you are, that’s just you. I just wanted to come out here tonight, stare you right in the eyes and let you know - that it is OVER. You ran away from me, you turned tail and bailed - I got no time for someone like you. So enjoy the TARNISHED record you got and know if you ever want to be a MAN. If you ever want my RESPECT again, then you know were to find me, but until then - STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!
That little fact didn't seem to bother, Knight as Kingston would turn his back to Knight. Only for him to push the button once more.
DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH!
Kingston would slowly redirect his attention to Knight who would place both of his boots on his desk yet another smirk would slide across his face. He would slowly lift the microphone to his mouth, knowing that Kingston would rather prove his words, than to waste a chance on Knight this early. This made Knight all the more eager to add salt to the wounds of Kingston.
LA KNIGHT
That's just like you, Eddie. To sit up here for baseless threats, again and again. And you're right, Eddie. Why in the hell would I sit here and fight with you, just minutes away from an example out of Randy Orton, and Matt Sydal. It just doesn't make sense. See, you can say whatever you want about L-A Knight. Believe whatever you need too, 'cause frankly L-A Knight NEVER has NEVER will care for the opinions on someone as irrelevant as yourself. It eats you alive because, I sit as the man to be BEAT. Like it or not, you didn't pin me. You didn't make me tap out, Eddie. In fact you never beat me. I let you have a moment of glory, because I thought for once, I might have been able to shut your insignificant ass up. And yet, inviting you here onto MY SHOW. The highest rated show in fact in this companies in this companies history, I'm sure -- I still get treated blatant disrespect. See, Eddie -- I'll stay out of your way, because unlike you, I'm going straight to the TOP of this company. That's not just me hating on you, Eddie. That's just not words of wisdom from L-A Knight. That, ladies and gentleman is A FACT OF LIFE!
Knight would smack the button several times, adding even more insult.
DUMMY, DUMMY, DUMMY, DUMMY, YEAAAAAUH!
Both men would drop their microphones as they would glare at one another. LA Knight would rise from his chair, motioning for Kingston to do something. Kingston would simply shrug his shoulders, letting Knight know this was far from over.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
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.
Eddie Kingston comes out next to the ring with no music, just a straight look ready to kick some ass.
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.
VS
DING DING DING
Knight not so graciously steps out of the ring, more than willing to let Eddie start the match off. Eddie shakes his head at the "man" he has to team with. Knight gives him some lip and Eddie shoots back at him but while this is going on, Sydal runs up and Dropkicks Eddie in the back of the head! Eddie runs into Knight knocking him off the apron. Sydal is unloading with kicks to the legs but Eddie has had enough and he shoves him away. He comes at Sydal and Matt goes for a Jumping Knee Strike but Eddie side steps him and catches him in mid air. He going to toss him backwards but Sydal flips over and lands on his feet. Eddie goes for a Big Boot but Sydal ducks under and catches his leg on his shoulder. He sweeps Eddie's other leg out from under him and follows up with a Standing Moonsault, hooking both legs for the pin!
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Eddie kicks out right away and tries to get up but Sydal gives him a kick to the knee which staggers him a bit. Sydal runs to the ropes and comes running back with a full head of steam. Eddie looks to take his lights out with a Lariat but Sydal ducks it and grabs onto the arm, swinging his body around to Kingston's other arm and wrapping it up with his legs. He's going for the Crucifix Bomb but Eddie manages to keep himself upright, instead running backwards and squishing Sydal in the corner. Sydal lets go and crumples to the mat but Eddie picks him right back up and tosses him back to the center of the ring with the Saito Suplex! He walks over and makes the pin.
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2 . . .
Sydal kicks out! Eddie brings Matt over to his corner and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. He looks over to Knight and yells for him to get back up on the apron. Knight is holding his head, maybe pretending to be hurt, we're not too sure but Sydal kicks Eddie in the knee. Eddie falls to a knee and Sydal drills him with a Spike Hurricanrana into the mat! Eddie is laid out and Sydal grabs a hold of his leg putting him in a Half Crab. Eddie yells out in pain and reaches out for his partner's help but Knight is still holding his head on the outside.
Mauro Ranallo: Sydal has been using those educated feet all match to strike at Eddie's legs and now he's followed up with the half crab submission.
Tom Phillips: Sydal has always been a smart and tactical wrestler even in losses but look at Eddie. He's calling out to Knight and his own partner is just ignoring him.
Corey Graves: Can't you see he's hurt Phillips! Maybe if Eddie wasn't so thick headed Knight would have been fine after they bumped heads.
Knight finally looks at Kingston and shakes his head at him before casually getting on the apron and coming over to kick Sydal in the back of the head. He backs out while Sydal shoots him a look. He drags Eddie over to Orton and tags him in. Orton grabs his leg and lifts him up above the ground before smashing the knee right back into the mat. Eddie grabs at his knee but Orton brings him up as best as he can. Eddie is having trouble staying up because of the knee but it's no bother as Randy throws him through the ropes, pulling him back into hang his feet on the ropes before delivering the Rope Hung DDT! He makes the pin.
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2 . . .
Kingston kicks out. Randy starts to bring him back up to a vertical base but Kingston starts swinging hard into his midsection to get him to back off. Orton comes right back at him but Eddie gets him with the Belly to Belly Suplex! Eddie massages his knee and tries to stand back on it, using the ropes to help himself up. Eddie limps over to Orton who is getting back to his feet and tries to get him up for the Urange but his planted foot can't take the weight. Orton slips behind him, grabbing the back of his head to hit his patented Backbreaker! Kingston is on his hands and knees and Orton backs up to his corner and starts thrusting his head around.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Orton is hearing those voices in his head.
Corey Graves: Eddie's about to get his run cut short here tonight.
Randy moves in for the Punt Kick but Kingston pushes himself up off the mat and Randy gets nothing but air! Eddie somehow pops up and hooks both of Randy's arms to nail the Tiger Suplex! He grabs at his knee right away and can't follow up. Orton however crawls to his corner and makes the tag to Sydal. Matt comes in but suddenly the lights start to flicker. Matt grabs the ref and tells him he needs to stop any interference from happening. The lights go out and the crowd cheers, using their phones to try and light up the arena. When the lights come back on, Bray Wyatt is standing on the apron in place of Orton. Sydal turns around and falls back on his ass, shocked by what he sees. Eddie gets back to his feet and backs away to his corner as well. He looks at Sydal however and sees he's in perfect position so he runs at him and nails the American D! He goes for the pin but the ref informs him he's not legal. Knight apparently made the blind tag during all this and he runs in, shoving Kingston out of the way and makes the pin.
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Eddie Kingston and LA Knight!
The lights go out once more and when they come back on, Orton is back on the apron and appears to not know what just happened. Knight is celebrating but Eddie gives him a shove for stealing the win at the end. Knight berates him for not be able to finish his own fights and the two start to brawl!
Mauro Ranallo: Well we knew it was just a matter of time before the two would come to blows.
Corey Graves: Eddie should be thanking Knight for doing what he couldn't.
The two men fall out of the ring and continue to brawl up the ramp while Orton checks on Matt and the show moves on.
We're taken backstage to where Chad Gable is standing, ready to give an interview. Kayla Braxton is just about to ask her first question when Chad cuts her off.
Chad Gable
Don't.. don't even ask I already know the question. People all around the world have been wondering now, what happened in my match with Fujita and with Seth Rollins. I hear the murmurings, I see the tweets, I see all the buzz about it I know that it's on everyone's mind, and I get it. Everyone wants to know my thoughts, they care about what I have to say and honestly it's humbling, I'm honored to have touched so many people in that way. So here it goes... I did exactly what I said I would do to Fujita, I made him famous, I put him on the map, I made him a superstar and do you know what's happening now? He's everywhere, his picture is on the UWF Buses and trailers, he's on the programs, he's in the commercials and I did that. I did that for him, out of the kindness of my own heart, and my selflessness I made him a star, I made him famous, I made him rich. Kayla... I made him an Alpha.
And then there's Seth Rollins and Seth is a very disturbed person in the head and he has a lot of demons Kayla, and just like the hero I am I sacrificed my self to him, my body to him, to let him get that out, to let him release some of those toxic, negative feelings that cloud up in his head and I saw the look in his eyes when the bell rang, Kayla, and I didn't see an angry man, I saw a thankful man. I saw Seth as a man who just lost all the weight he had be holding on to, all that stress he holds on his shoulders trying to be the flag barer of this company, I saw him relieved.
Now I'm not going to say that I'm a life changer, or a miracle worker although people have said that about me, but I'm not going to say that. I'm just a simple man here with one goal in mind and that is to make everyone a better person, and make this a better place. I mean I guess some people might call that heroic, they could say I'm a hero. I won't call myself a hero, Kayla, but some people do and that's humbling to me. I'm just trying to rid UWF of all the Beta's and fill this with Alpha's. My Alpha Academy is for everyone. I can take the biggest loser and make them the biggest star. If anyone is on the fence, and they don't believe me just yet, watch how I change CM Punk's life tonight. Watch how he turns into the Alpha that we all knew was in there. And then give me a call. The Alpha Academy is always open and looking for new Alphas.
Chad stares and smiles into the camera for an uncomfortably long time.
You did a great job Kayla, keep it up!
Chad flashes her a million dollar smile and walks off.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles contest within the G1 tournament scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
THE SUMMER OF PUNK
The strummed chords of "Dog Days Are Over" hum through the PA while the titantron fires to life with some seasonal greetings. The vanguard of The Renaissance walks out on the ramp, nodding his head in tempo with the music. CM Punk scans the arena, taking in a crowd that's decidedly unhappy to see him. He flashes a cocksure smile in response before turning his back on them. With hands spread, he lets his merchandise do the talking.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... CM PUNK!
The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he strolls down the ramp. The Second City Saint sings along with his entrance music, a certain devil-may-care ease about his demeanour. No doubt that calm comfort comes from having some muscle in his corner. Punk hits the ring just as the chorus comes in while Joe finds a spot by the apron, ready to intervene should the occasion call for it.
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 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.
DING! DING!
The two cocky ass dudes walk up to each other and try and shoot their shit, try and stand their ground, talk it up. Punk laughs at one of Gable’s self billings and goes to swing for a strike, but Gable ducks under him and lifts him up for a snap german suplex slamming him back to the canvas, as Punk rolls back into a seated position and looks up with disdain but Gable just looks ready.
Corey Graves: I don’t think Punk will be able to take Gable on the ground tonight, and that’s shown from that little exchange there.
Mauro Ranallo: You’d have to think that Punk might have to do some quick rethinking to outsmart Gable here, that’d be the way he’ll be able to beat him here tonight as that’s really the only thing he’s really got over Chad Gable here.
Punk gets back up to his footing, and then has a brief word with Joe standing in his corner, and then walks on back up to try and get some offense tied up with Chad Gable. He walks up to him and gestures for a lockup attempt, but before they tie it up collar and elbow, Punk jumps up and locks him in a headlock, tight, with a smile on his face.
CM Punk continues to mock Gable by giving him a brief noogie to the top of his head, which clearly doesn’t impress Chad, who attempts to lift him up for a belly to back suplex but Punk slams back down to the mat, shaking his head and taking a knee to get more leverage into it.
TOM FUCKING PHILLIPS: CM PUNK NEARLY JUST GOT STACKED UP ON HIS GODDAMN DIMES, COREY.
Corey Graves: Oh god this is translating beyond the Warhorse’s segments?
Mauro Ranallo: Stop Tom, nobody finds it funny, call the damn match.
TOM PHILLIPS: CM PUNK HOLDS A HEADLOCK LIKE A PUSSY.
Punk rakes more in on the headlock with his forearm, trying to grind him down literally. Like ground beef or something. He grounds it down to a seated position, and then continues to pull in on it and lean back for it. Joe cheers on from ringside.
Corey Graves: As long as Punk stays a step ahead of Gable here, he’s got this in the bag.
Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn’t count Gable out here, I mean he is an olympic medalist after all. He probably has a counter for any strategy Punk wants to pull out the bag here.
Punk looks around for what he can pull next, as he does this, Gable goes to turn out of the hold and Punk hooks the arm back and pulls him in, practically a crossface now. Gable starts to crawl to the ropes, and quickly gets his foot hooked over the rope. Punk holds on for 1-2-3-4 and eventually lets go of the hold.
Punk stands back up looking down to the grounded Chad Gable and then runs back to him and lays a stomp down on the head of him, just out of spite from that early suplex he went for, dumping him on his head. Punk walks on back as the referee warns him to not do that. He gloats to the crowd about the G1 being in his hand.
TOM PHILLIPS: I think Punk shouldn’t get ahead of himself, honestly, Gable is known as a lethal technical fighter and that means before he knows it this one could be over, guys.
Chad gets himself up on the ropes, and waits for Punk to turn around, and stop having his mind elsewhere, as he rushes towards him, and Punk pushes him to the ropes, and goes for a german suplex himself, but Chad quickly lands back onto his feet, and runs through the ropes, and up to the top rope, Punk staggers back up to his feet and Gable hits him with a massive diving clothesline laying him flat out.
Mauro Ranallo: Gable on the rebound!
Gable rallies Punk back up, hitting him down with another clothesline, and rallies him up for another one, and whips him down yet again. Gable pulls him up and then whips him over to the ropes, and Punk ducks under the leapfrog from Gable, running to the other side, Gable drops down and Punk hops over but quickly reverses back to the ropes, and as Gable leaps up for nothing, he lands back down and Punk runs past, to the ropes and over for a sunset flip.
One…
Corey Graves: Catch him on surprise here!
Two…
Gable quickly kicks out and then runs backwards to the ropes and then hits a basement dropkick laying Punk out, he then quickly gets back up on his feet and goes around to the side, jumping up in the air and delivering a standing moonsault, he hooks the leg.
One…
Punk kicks resiliently out at one from that quick flurry. Gable begins to pound on the mat and as he’s the closest thing to a hero they’ve got in this match they share this rhythm. The pulsing beat continues as Gable gets back up to his feet. He looks up and around to the crowd and gets his footing, Punk slowly gets up with the ropes, and Gable watches on him getting back up.
TOM PHILLIPS: Gable really trying to cramp this unbeaten G1 record of Punk here tonight!
Corey Graves: And that’s a sure rare sight with his record!
Gable sees Punk get to his feet and runs to the ropes, and then goes to the other side and lays in a forearm, he then drags the head of Punk out and then hits a massive bulldog slamming him face first on the mat. He holds the arm and drags him back up to a staggered standing position and then heads over to the corner and runs up with a massive dropkick to Punk, laying him flat out.
Mauro Ranallo: Guys, it’s really not looking good for CM Punk here.
Gable quickly goes and grabs the leg for the Ankle Lock, wrenching it in tight. Punk quickly realises this could be some trouble for him and gets out of his “I’m in pain'' stage and gets onto his hands to try and get out of this one. He looks over to Joe, and gestures for him to move around and be ready. Punk swiftly kicks his other leg around and then uses both now on his back to push Gable back to the ropes, and Joe trips him slightly.
TOM PHILLIPS: Wow, real cheap of Joe to insert himself like that in Punk’s last block match.
Mauro Ranallo: Not a lot of change from the rest of his matches.
Gable turns and begins arguing with the referee and Joe on the outside, but little does he know he’s only giving Punk time. Punk gets back up and swings for a high kick to the side of the head of Chad Gable, and then pulls him onto his shoulders, positioning himself in the middle of the ring, reciting that it is in fact the “Summer of Punk” and then throws Chad off his shoulders and delivers a knee for the GTS. Chad flops backwards and Punk hooks both the legs.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, CM Punk!
Corey Graves: I guess it’s true guys, CM Punk is truly untouchable.
TOM PHILLIPS: THIS IS GODDAMN BULLSHIT BROTHER.
Punk stands up with a cocky grin on his face, he knows what he’s just done, secured himself a place in the final and with his performance over the past three weeks, who knows if anyone from B block will even be able to get near his level.
Mauro Ranallo: Three wins, zero losses, CM Punk walks forward undisputedly the winner of this block. So it looks like the finals of the G1 will be a familiar match. CM Punk vs AJ Styles.
Punk gets his hand raised, as Joe gets in the ring and raises his other arm. Without the championship he lost, but surely onto secure a brand new one with that run. the duo celebrate as the show goes off the air.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Fujita vs Rollins - Bodor/George
Gable vs Punk - George
Crews vs Ciampa - Fauche
Warhorse vs Galloway, Styles vs Conway - Evolution J
Eve vs Sonya, Orton/Sydal vs Kingston/Knight - Danny
