Post by Danny on Jun 25, 2021 3:24:01 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.
Mauro Ranallo: Tonight we've got Apollo Crews versus Eddie Kingston.
Tom Phillips: We’ll also see Randy Orton mix it up with Chad Gable.
Mauro Ranallo: In our non-title main event, Rob Conway will square off with Bray Wyatt.
Corey Graves: And in the contract signing for the G1 Finals, AJ Styles and CM Punk will both be in that ring!
Tom Phillips: But first it's Super Dragon taking on LA Knight! Let's head down to the ring for introductions!
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.
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 DRA-!”
Before Chimel can get out the last bit of Dragon's name, He's hit from behind with a steel chair by none other than the Con Man, Rob Conway! Excalibur bails when Conway threatens to strike him next. Dragon fights through the pain and tries to get back up but another chair shot to the back keeps him down. Conway continues to hit him over and over until he's the one hit from behind by Apollo Crews! He drops the chair and Apollo brawls with him for a bit before kicking him in the gut and dropping him with a DDT on the entrance ramp! Crews starts kicking at him as security comes out from the back and drag him and an injured Conway away. Super Dragon manages to pick himself up and walks to the ring and slides in. The ref tells him he'' call off the match but Dragon ain't backing down. He tells him to start the match so the ref goes ahead and calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
Despite what one might think after being attacked earlier in the night, Super Dragon runs right at LA Knight and starts swinging for the fences. Knight tries to cover up but it's just a barrage of fists as Dragon is looking to take out his frustrations on the arrogant Knight. He's back Knight into the corner where he unleashes a bit of a violence party, hitting alternating forearms and chops until he beats his opponent down into a seated position. He drags Knight out of the corner and tries to pick him up for a Powerbomb but his back seemingly gives out and he drops Knight. The self professed Mega Star hits him with a knee lift following up with a discus Clothesline to complete the Blunt Force Trauma! Knight quickly hooks both legs for a deep cover.
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Dragon kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: He came out swinging but it looks like that pre match assault has caught up to Super Dragon.
Corey Graves: It was a smart strategy by Conway but it may have backfired for him after Crews got the jump on him. But Super Dragon's not done fighting yet.
Knight brings Dragon back up but he shoves Knight off of him and comes running at him with a Lariat. Knight ducks it and Dragon hits the ropes coming back only to get scooped up and caught with the Skylord Slam! Dragon arches his back in pain but Knight picks him up right away, tossing him over his shoulder and hooking his head with his right arm. Next thing you know he drives Dragon into the mat for the Gravy Train! He stays leaning on him as the ref drops down to make the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, LA Knight!
Tom Phillips: Well he gave it a fighting chance but the attack to start this match off ended up being too much.
Corey Graves: I really like Conway but I think pissing off Super Dragon might come back to bite him. He might be the last person you want to make mad.
Knight gets his hand raised in victory, some nice momentum building for him as we get closer to Final Battle. The show moves on...
We're taken backstage to a training ring, Chad Gable sits on the apron of the ring and is staring off into space, deep in thought. His eyes stay fixated off camera but he begins to speak.
Chad Gable
Well, I've done it again. I've helped a man become the truest form of himself. I helped a man unlock his inner most potential. I showed someone who they could be. The Alpha Academy found another student and I don't mean to brag but he might be my biggest success story yet. Because I, Chad Gable, have sent CM Punk directly into the finals of the G1. Amazing. Truly Amazing. I saw that the one thing CM Punk wanted the most in this world was to be a winner and to have his hand raised as the victor of the G1. I saw how much that meant to him and I, in my infinite selflessness gave up my spot in the finals so that CM Punk could compete instead. People are saying that Chad Gable crawled so CM Punk could run and we're all rooting for you! But I've done all I can do for CM Punk. I gave him a first class ticket to the finals and now the rest is up to him but I'm confident that the time he spent with me, the time he spent as an Alpha Academy student will help him knock the Demi God AJ Styles straight off Mount Olympus. AJ will not be an easy win, but AJ has never been through the Alpha Academy. CM Punk go show the world what I already knew!
But as for tonight, another student comes into my Alpha Academy. Randy Orton. The powers that be have ear marked Randy for a future world title match and I'm going to be brutally honest with you, I don't think he's at that spot yet. To be blunt I don't think he's ready. However, tonight, I am ready. I am ready to make Randy Orton world champion material. I'm ready to do to him what I did with Fujita, with Rollins, with Punk, I'm ready to strap a rocket on his back and send him to the moon. The question though, is Randy Orton ready? I know he's been in that spot before but is he ready to do it again? Randy, I believe in you. I believe that you will be the next success story in my growing list of Alpha Academy Alumni. After tonight, the voices in your head will be silenced and the only voice you will hear is mine telling you "You can do it!" The Alpha Academy opens it's doors once again tonight. A snake, a viper, will walk in, but a True Alpha will walk out.
Gable finally looks at the camera and smiles for about 3 seconds too long before the shot is taken away.
The scene opens with Randy Orton glaring at the camera and he begin to speak.
Bray Wyatt. You are fucking coward. I see you love to hide behind your puppets and stay in your playhouse. You like to do voo doo magic and have caused me to lose a few of my matches. As you see, when it comes to you and I at the Final Battle. There is no way to run and there is no where you can hide from me. I am going to come and get what belongs to me. That's why it is a No DQ match where nobody can win by count out. I promise you Bray that this is far from over. I will promise you this that we will see who will become the UWF Champion. Most promises are mad to be broken. You have promise everyone to be one of the greatest UWF Champions. But in reality, you are just a normal who hang out at the Playhouse with puppets pretending to be a Blue Clues TV Show ripoff. At Final Battle, there will be huge consequences that you must pay to the Grim Reaper. Your blood, soul and broken bones will be paid to me at the Final Battle where you get devoured whole by your truly. I promised you that your time as UWF Champion will come to end and I will step out to claim mu kingdom as the new UWF Champion. There won't be anything especially you won't be able to stop me from conquering UWF and you will just become another bloody victim. Then your fate will be seal and my kingdom await me at the ending of our Final Battle, Bray, I will see you soon,
Now that I have got that off my chest. I have a few several words to my opponent Chad. Chad, it is too bad that you are stuck in your own world that you have to get a reality check because you are so deep in the bubble that you think I am a Alpha Academy alumni, Tonight, I will snap you out and show you the reality. I will show you that I am the Viper and that I am the Grim Reaper where you pay your debts to. Our match won't be any match. It will be a match that isn't any Olympics related, It will just be a match where I beat the living hell out of you. Then I will break every single little bones in your body and then I will bite your scrawny neck. Then I will drink your pure blood to fill my hunger and then I will leave you laying a bloody mess at the end of the night. Then when the bell wins and the referee will raise my hand in the air. I will have your blood cover my lips and then you will realized that I have taken your blood. You will also realize that you have been defeated by none other than the Viper himself who will bring himself closer to becoming UWF Champion..........Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton with a evil smile.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Chimel: Introducing first... from St Louis, Missouri... weighing at 250 pounds... The Viper... Randy Orton!
Stepping into the ring, The Apex Predator makes his way over to the far turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rung before busting out that signature pose of his. Calm and composed, that cool, steely gaze peers over his shoulder and back up the ramp, an unmistakable danger hidden just below the surface of his relaxed demeanor. Orton hops down and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
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: And his opponent... from Minneapolis, Minnesota... weighing in at 202 pounds... The American Alpha... Chad Gable!!
Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.
Tony steps out of the ring and the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Orton practically slithers around the perimeter of the ring, his narrowed gaze darting around as he looks for an advantageous entry in on his opponent. Across the canvas, Gable bounces back and forth from foot to foot, his fingers flexing in and out eagerly. The Olympian reminds Randy that he hasn't given up on him, but also insists that it's time for some tough love on that long road to redemption. The Viper scoffs, dismissing the olive branch while being coaxed into action by the perceived petulance of it all.
Of course Chad is more than happy to engage with a collar-and-elbow as Randy approaches. The All-American is giving up some serious size to the Number One Contender, but even with that discrepancy and Orton's own veteran prowess, Gable hastily manages to transition to a hammer-lock. He wraps Randy's arm up behind his back, tugging at the wrist to send shockwaves of pain down the arm.
The Apex Predator grimaces and looks to break loose. In pulling away, Gable catches him with a headlock. Tugging Orton's head into his side while squeezing tight with his bicep, Chad aims to drag Randy down to the mat where he'll be entirely outgunned. Orton isn't about to go down easy, though. He reaches down, hooks a thigh and then explodes up, going for a Back Suplex. All that momentum plus the size differential sees Chad soaring higher than either man expected. Gable releases his headlock and gracefully rolls over mid-air. With that rotation, he finds a way to land on his feet behind Randy. The fans give it up for the impressive feat and the Alpha cracks a real American smile.
Ranallo: Excellent recovery by Gable there! He's had some trouble getting things going here on Revolution but looks top notch against the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship.
Phillips; A win over Orton here would have to mitigate any questions about Chad's quality coming out of the G1 Climax.
Graves: Look, nobody's denying that Chad Gable is a world-class grappler, but the Olypmics and the UWF are two entirely different animals. Can Gable out-wrestle Orton in the most tradational sense? Probably. But The Viper is a master of the game - a time-tested veteran with more tricks up his sleeve and twisted ideas in his head than just about anyone else who has ever laced up a pair of boots. Don't think for one second that he's the underdog here.
Orton turns around and grabs his opponent's arm before he can slap another hold on. The Apex Predator creates some distance, launching Gable across the ring and into the ropes. Chad ricochets back and ducks a clothesline. Stopping just behind Randy, he leans back and reaches over his shoulders, hooking the armpits and dropping down to bring those skull-covered shoulders down into the canvas with a backslide! The Referee slides in to count it...
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Randy kicks out, and in doing so, sommersaults head over heels before landing seated against the ropes. He takes a deep breath, knowing that he almost got caught there. Gable pops right back up a few feet away, wipes his brow and then spots Orton taking a breather. Polite to a fault, Gable offers him a hand-up, insisting on a sportsmanlike contest while insisting that he has Orton's best interests at heart.
Phillips: A helping hand from Chad Gable! This is what we need more of in the UWF.
Graves: I think I'm gonna be sick.
The top Contender considers the gesture for a while, baffled by it. He's weighing the odds of it being a trap against everything he's come to know about Gable this past week. Is the boy scout schitck legit? Randy is too cynical to be taken in. But even if he were, the Viper can't resist the urge to bite the hand that feeds.
Orton snatches Gable's hand and yanks him down. The force shoots Chad through the ropes and he tumbles awkwardly to the floor below. This betrayal of trust sends the crowd into an uproar and they boo the every-lovin' heck out of the third generation wrester. With a sly smirk like the cat that caught the mouse, Randy drops down and rolls under the ropes to join his foe on the arena floor.
Ranallo: No good deed goes unpunished, it would seem.
Graves: Gable should have known better.
Phillips: Maybe Orton should just have been better... like... a better person... in general...
Chad is still shaking off the cobwebs when Randy descends upon him. He hoists the All American up and callously harpoons him headlong into the steps. The stairs come disconnected on impact and spill to the side, Gable's body strewn among the wreckage. The Official shouts at Orton to get ahold of himself while starting off a ten count, desperate to regain control of this bout.
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Orton steps over the mess to grab his opponent and pull him up again. He looks Gable in his glazed-over eyes and whispers a threat that's unintelligible beneath the fans' jeers.
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Randy sizes the other man up for an RKO and turns around to deliver...
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Gable shoves him off! He avoids total disaster! Before Orton even knows what's what, Gable grabs him by the waist and snaps him back with a wicked German Suplex!
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The fans jump out of their seats to get a better look as Orton is driven neck-first down into the floor!
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Ranallo: Ooof! What a German Suplex by Gable!
Phillips: Orton is going to be feeling that one for a while!
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Gable hears the ten count coming. A stickler for the rules and regs, he collects Randy and rolls him under rope before following him back into the ring. He hastily sprawls on to Orton, looking to capitalize fast for the victory. The Ref moves in to make the count...
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Orton kicks out at two! Gable is dismayed for just a moment, but that winning attitude kicks in and he gets right back to work.
Phillips: Another close call! Gable is just taking it Orton!
Ranallo: There's a lot for Chad to prove tonight. Things didn't pan out for him in the G1, and as we said earlier, this could be a big moment for him.
Phillips: It would be a significant blow to the Viper, though, as he heads into his first world championship match in over five years.
The Alpha is ready to put this one to rest. He calls for the Chaos Theory, which earns another pop from the people. They're chanting his name as he pulls a dazed Orton up, his hands clasped around the waist. Orton tries to break the grip but to no avail! Gable rolls back, tumbling the both of 'em head over heels before popping up to deliver that rolling German. Just as he's coming up, though, Randy pops free and catches him...
Graves: RKO! RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
The RKO turns the momentum of the competitors around, literally and figuratively. Gable's hopes of ending the match are shut down, and the German suplex is stymied by his face having been dragged forward and driven into the mat.
Orton rolls over beside him, frothing at the mouth like a maniac. He pounds the mat like a maniac, but rather than going for the pin, he hauls the barely-conscious Olympian back up to his feet. Gable is helpless to stop Randy from leaping up to nail a second consecutive RKO, this one while a noted malicious emphasis to punctuate.
Phillips: Two RKO's! Orton's a monster!
Graves: Maybe Gable should have been more respectful. He clearly got under the Viper's skin.
Ranallo: Or perhaps Orton is sending a message to Bray Wyatt ahead of their title tilt at Final Battle. This is a man who, even when he's losing, can turn on a dime and steal a match out of the jaws of defeat in an instant. Unbelievable.
This time, Orton rolls over. He looks a leg deep and the Ref comes down to count it...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
RANDY ORTON!
Orton stands to have his hand raised. He scans the arena, panting heavy while shooting the audience a daring gaze - one surely also intended for anyone watching in the back. He is a man on a mission, not to be trifled with. Randy yanks his hand away, shoots Gable one last sneer and then heads out of the ring and up the ramp without looking back. Gable finally sits up, rubbing his head and wondering how it all turned around so fast when he had the thing won.
Ranallo: Another loss for Gable, but an Alpha-sized "A" for effort from this talented young competitor.
Phillips: There's no denying his guts and raw skill, sooner or later we're going to see him put it all together.
Graves: He was never going to get it done against Orton, though. The Apex Predator is operating on a level we haven't seen in years. How many people thought that Orton had hung it up for good when he was the P.O.T.U.F.? Look at him now, back in the game and vying for the UWF Championship. What a comeback story.
Randy vanishes to the back while Gable finally stands up. He's on shaky legs but is able to leave on his own power. The disappointed Alpha heads to the back while Revolution continues elsewhere.
We enter the Funhouse as it's eerily quiet, the UWF Championship is on the table over a cloth and the camera simply pans into the gold in complete silence. As the image of the championship slowly begins to fill more and more of the screen, almost unnoticeably but apparent after a few seconds there is a swell of music in the background. Suddenly the championship is snatched up and the camera zooms out all at once as Bray Wyatt flips the title up on his shoulder and begins to laugh loudly.
Bray Wyatt: Hii Everyone, and WELCOME to the FIREFLYYYY FUNHOUSE! Ya know my little fireflies, In life you'll find that more and more often...People will deceive you. They will all Lie to you, but is that so bad? Your parents right now, they lie to you about minor things because the truth isn't important. Your friends will lie to you just to Agree with you and make you feel right, even when you get a lil bit older your significant others will lie to you because they Loooove you. And yet, you're thought that Lies are bad. That Lies hurt people, and yet we still go on spreading lies. But unlike all your parents, all your friends, all your loved ones...I will Never...Lie...to you.
Brays demeanor turns serious as he stares into the lens.
I've proven everything I've said over this year, and that's because I know what it's like to be Lied to. To be Different, to not belong. That's why I built this place! I built it for ALL of us, So we can all be together. Where all those people who promised to be our friends and left us, can't hurt us again...where all those Liars cannot break our hearts anymore. Here, the Fun...NEVER...has to end. Just look at the rest of the roster and look at the pain and sorrow that consumes the hearts of man, Randall and Matthew lie to one another about their friendship about their combined efforts being enough to take control of this entire company. All I wanted, was to have some good old fashioned fun with these two, and now...at Final Battle...They are going to be so upset when Randall finds out how far beyond his depth he truly is.
A loud "Awwww" is heard from the children 'Audience" as Wyatt shakes his head in sadness but then continues.
Oh and that's not even the Worst of it, because the UWF itself lied to CM Punk and AJ Styles with this entire G1 Climax. They were lead to believe that if they worked their tooshies off, they can accomplish all of their dreams. They are going into Final Battle, ready to tear one another apart...Give every last ounce of Gusto they've got inside of them to come out on top, all for a lie. They're going to hurt each other, for a lie...One of them is going to get his heartbroken in defeat...over a Lie. That is why I don't agree that little white lies are harmless, it can spiral out of control and effect people in a deep manner. And as long as you follow me my little fireflies, I will always been entirely truthful with you. Not just because I always want to be upfront with all of you, but because...He...Hates liars. And Randall...Punk...Styles...All of you have been running around saying that you will be holding what I devoted my entire being to regaining and holding. What I shattered my entire life, and cut my fingers with the broken pieces over and over again to put back together. Pain and agony you can only imagine just to return, Just to get another a chance to be BETTER than I was. I have sacrificed, I have hurt, I have done everything I can to hold the whole world in my hands. And you all, just come up and say you want it. That's it.
Bray looks like he's getting angry but after a few breaths he suddenly pops a huge smile and is seeming joyful.
Well there are consequences for liars, there are consequences for being something...He...Doesn't like. If Randall wants what I have, if CM Punk and AJ Styles REALLY want a shot at everything I've earned, then you will have to go through what I went through...All that Pain...all of that hurt...He...Will make sure you deserve it just like He did for me. But don't blame me when you find it cost way more than you bargained for, don't come and blame Bray Wyatt when you can't sacrifice enough...because truths...can Hurt much more than your lies...
As Bray stares into the lens intensely, the screen begins to get static and glitch out. In the blink of an eye, the image of Bray Wyatt is replaced with that of The Fiend who speaks with a Loud, Deep, Roar.
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Tom Phillips: "Up next we have a scheduled interview with Alex Marvez who has Ciampa scheduled for an interview"
The scene cuts to Alex Marvez waiting for Ciampa, He looks at his watch...
Marvez: Where the hell is Ciampa he was scheduled to be here 10 minutes ago..
Alex Marvez is knocked over by a body thrown right into him, Sonya Deville steps into frame following her target. Sonya lifts Ciampa to his feet as she sends knees into abdomen of Tomato, Sonya whips Ciampa into the tv head first spiking him like a lawn dart...
Sonya takes a few moments to send kicks down towards Ciampa who is out of it, Sonya reveals to the camera a pair of brass knuckles in her left hand as she begins to unload punches into the head of Tomaso, Ciampa begins to bleed like a stuffed pig as Sonya lifts the arm, Sonya twist the arm around in unnatural ways as she cinches back as she connects her legs around the body of Ciampa...
Ciampa arm flails looking for a way out, Ciampa begins to slow as he is unable to escape. Ciampa begins to fade . The view is blocked by another person standing in front of the camera, It's non other than Billie Kay who mouths...
"This is what you get when you ignore the Main Event...."
Billie pushes the camera away as the camera cuts elsewhere...
Corey Graves: "What the hell is Billie Kay and Sonya Deville doing..."
Tom Phillips: "Your guess is good as mine Tom..."
Corey Graves: "Attacking Ciampa from behind mugging him... What good reason could they possibly have..."
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
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 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.
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, Conway immediately goes on the attack as he starts lighting into Bray with hard rights. After a moment though, his injured condition from the brawl earlier in the night becomes apparent as he has to back off and take a breather. As he does, Bray charges and knocks him to the mat. To his credit, Rob is quick to get up as he throws a kick to Wyatt’s stomach, causing him to hunch over. Rob then swings his leg forward and catches Bray in the chest with the toes of his boot before hooking the head and then draping the arm as he hoists the UWF Champion up for a Delayed Vertical Suplex. Conway’s condition catches up to him again however as he loses control of Bray and Bray is able to swing downward and reverse into a DDT. As Rob is sprawled out on the mat, Wyatt follows up with a Running Body Senton, sandwiching Conway between the weight of his body and the mat.
Rob sits up and starts climbing to his feet, willing Bray to bring on more offense as Bray gleefully claps at the invitation for more playtime. Wyatt goes to walk towards Rob to deliver on said invitation but is hit in the abdomen with a Savate Kick. As Bray hunches over, Rob stands him back up and grabs him, launching into a T-Bone Suplex. After impact, Conway takes a breather again as Bray bridges up and starts doing his spider walk towards the nearest corner. Once in the corner, he flips onto his hands and knees and then climbs to a vertical base, charging at Rob who leaps up and connects with a Standing Dropkick that takes Wyatt off his feet. Conway starts climbing back to his feet, looking winded, as Bray begins climbing to his feet as well, Rob positioning himself so that Wyatt can’t see him. Bray turns around and Rob leaps up, going for an RKO, but Wyatt pushes forward on his shoulders, sending him through the air and down as Bray brings his leg up and kicks him in the spine. This causes Rob to turn as Bray stands him up and bends him backward, connecting with the Sister Abigail. Wyatt goes for the cover now.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!
Bray has his arm raised as his UWF Championship is brought to him.
Tom Phillips: Not a great night to be the, “Conman” unfortunately.
Mauro Ranallo: He showed what heart he had left though, and that counts for something.
Corey Graves: All that counts are wins and losses, you softie!
As Bray continues to celebrate, Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene cuts to a rowdy pub, full of cheers, fights, and a bunch of men drinking away their life's sorrows. The camera is able to make out one Kazuyuki Fujita chugging down a beer with his pal.
The camera awkwardly makes its way over to where Fujita is getting plastered and a nervous looking interviewer pops into frame, tapping Fujita on the shoulder with a mic in hand.
Interviewer: Um... hello, Mr. Fujita?
Fujita abruptly turns around to face him and looks at the guy like he just killed his puppy.
Fujita: Who the fuck are you and why are you putting a microphone in my face.
The interviewer flashes a nervous glance to the camera before answering.
Interviewer: I'm from UWF... you were supposed to have an interview at the show today.
Fujita: Oh no, guess I forgot. Now fuck off, kid.
Fujita turns his back and motions for another drink but the interviewer doesn't give up... unfortunately for him.
Interviewer: If you could just answer a couple of these questions...
Radio silence.
Interviewer: Why did you attack Seth Rollins to the point of disqualifaction in your match last week?
Crickets.
Interviewer: Do you plan on getting revenge on CM Punk after his flawed victory over you?
In one ear...
Interviewer: How much thought are you putting into your upcoming PPV match with Seth Rollins?
...in and out the other.
Interviewer: What d-
Fujita snaps back to the camera, aggressively swiping the microphone from the interviewer's hand.
Fujita: Y'know what... I gotta question for you. I gotta big question... what happened to the interviewer that came into my pub and refused to leave me the fuck alone?...
The poor guy knows he's fucked. He looks like a dear in headlights as he shakingly answers...
Interviewer: ...i...i d-dont know.
Fujita: This!
Fujita fuckin' hurls his beer mug at the dude's head, busting both the mug and the guy's head open. Glass shatters into the air, and a roar erupts that only a group of mean, angry, testosterone-filled old bastards could make. Big Kaz points at the camera and the bar explodes into chaos. The camera only catches a glimpse of the bar brawl before its engulfed my angry men throwing bottles at the lens. The last thing it films is the boot of the Ironhead, crushing it as the show heads elsewhere.
We cut to a pre-recorded message from the UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse. A man who’s taken a lot of punishment in the past few weeks for the G1, and most recently from his next challenger for his championship trying to injure him.
WARHORSE: IT’S WARHORSE AND SINCE LAST WEEK THE WARHORSE HAS HAD A LITTLE CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER, THINKING ABOUT WHAT THE HELL DREW GALLOWAY WANTS OUTTA ME. HE WANTS THIS BELT, HE WANTS MORE THAN THAT, HE WANTS IT EASY. I’M SURE HE THINKS THEN HE’LL GO ON AND DEFEND IT RIGHT AND NICE AND EASY. I’M SURE HE’S IN THE FRAME OF MIND THE WARHORSE WILL BEND OVER BACKWARDS AND LET HIM TAKE THAT EASY WAY, BY BEATING A HORSE TIL IT’S DEAD.
WELL, I’M SORRY TO REMIND YOU THAT I DON’T PARADE THAT WAY. I DON’T LAY DOWN WHEN THE TOUGH GETS GOING, NO THE WARHORSE IS UP, THE WARHORSE HAS A LOT ON THEIR MIND. RACKING AROUND, BOUNCING WALL TO WALL IN THE WARHORSE’S HEAD. THINKING OF WHAT CHAMPION I’LL BE IN THE THICK OF IT, AND WHAT ONE EVERYONE ELSE WILL BE. SURE, I’M NOT ONE TO PUT OTHER PEOPLE DOWN… EXCEPT SOMETIMES, BUT WHAT LEGACY DO THEY HAVE? ARE WE GOING TO REMEMBER THE OH SO GREAT REIGN OF ROB CONWAY HOLDING THE TELEVISION STRAP, WHAT ABOUT BRAY WITH HIS BIG GOLD WHOPPER?
I’M SURE RIGHT NOW IN THE SHORT TERM THEY’RE IN THE MINDS OF THE MANY BUT I DON’T THINK THEY’VE EVEN THOUGHT FOR A SECOND ABOUT THE BIGGER PICTURE. THE PLACE THE WARHORSE IS WORKING DAY AND DAY OUT TO PROVE. BREAKING MY BACK FROM HOLDING THE WHOLE GODDAMN SHIP ON IT AND I REFUSE TO LET THIS SON OF A BITCH SINK ON ME NOW.
The Warhorse looks around darting.
SEEING AS NOBODY GIVES A SHIT WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, NOT A SOUL DOES. I JUST TELL YOU LIKE IT IS AND EVERYONE ELSE WALKS ON BY LIKE THEY’VE BEEN TRYING FOR A SECOND.
DID THEY EVER? I WOULDN’T KNOW, BECAUSE THERE’S NOT A NAME I CAN RACK OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD WHO CARES FOR THIS GODDAMN BUSINESS MORE THAN THE WARHORSE, PUTS MORE INTO IT. CONTENT, WEEK AFTER WEEK. THEY SAY A LITTLE QUICK GODDAMN “I’M GONNA BEAT YOU BECAUSE I’M AJ STYLES” BEFORE EVERY MATCH AND BE DONE WITH IT. YET THAT’S MORE IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER.
THE EYES OF THOSE WHO CHOOSE AND TAKE THEIR PICKS AND ROOT FOR THEM NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO. NO CRIME WOULD DIMINISH THAT FAITH. YET THEY’RE ALWAYS WRONG, IT TAKES PEOPLE TIME TO REALISE THEY HAD FAITH IN THE WRONG PEOPLE. I CAN’T NAME ONE DUDE WHO’S STAYED TRUE TO YOU.
SO I WANT YOU TO KNOW, AFTER I STAND OVER GALLOWAY WITH MY BELT AT FINAL BATTLE, I’LL BE THERE TO FIGHT FOR YOU. AND I’LL FIGHT ANYONE OF YOU, NOT YOU IN THE CROWD, YOU IN THE BACK, NAME IT AND I’LL GODDAMN BE THERE, BROTHER. SINCE AT THE END OF THE DAY ONLY ONE FACT REIGNS TRUE…
WARHORSE RULES ASS.
We head elsewhere as this pre-recorded tape cuts ding daddily off.
We head down to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already there, pacing back and forth waiting for his opponent.
VS 
DING DING DING
Crews and Kingston circle around one another and tie up in the middle of the ring. Crews has thew power advantage and pushes Eddie back towards the ropes but the crafty veteran sidesteps and forces Crews into the corner where he gives him a stiff chop to the chest. Crews shoves him away and runs at him with a Clothesline only for Eddie to duck send him up with a Belly to Back Suplex! Kingston rolls over and right away just starts hammering away at him with rights until Apollo shoves him away and rolls out of the ring to get a quick breather.
Tom Phillips: Looks like the self proclaimed "royalty" may have took his opponent a little light tonight.
Corey Graves: There's no self proclaimed anything Phillips, Apollo IS royalty and the fact that he has to soil his hands with New York trash like Kingston is a disgrace.
Crews tries to get away from Eddie but Kingston is hot on his trail. He comes up behind him but Apollo suddenly turns around and decks him with a Clothesline. He slides back into the ring and runs to the ropes. Eddie is getting back to his feet when Apollo comes crashing into him with the Suicide Dive! Crews picks him up right away and tosses him into the ring. He hops onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope, looking to end this one right away. He situates himself before jumping off for the Frog Splash! Luckily for Kingston, he gets his knees up in time and Apollo comes crashing down onto them! He rolls around on the mat, grabbing his abdomen in pain. Eddie gets back to his feet and brings Apollo up along with him before drilling him with the Ura-nage! He makes the pin.
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Crews kicks out! Eddie brings him up and whips him into the corner. He walks over and starts giving him a few knife edge chops in the corner, beating him down until he falls to a seated position. From there he just starts putting the boots to him until the ref reaches a count of four and forces him to back off. Eddie puts his hands up and backs away for a bit before coming right back at Crews except Apollo surprises him with a drop toe hold to smash his face into the middle turnbuckle. From there Crews just straight up kicks the turnbuckle into his face causing Eddie to try and get away. Crews grabs him from the back of his pants and pulls him up into a waistlock and into a German Suplex! He doesn't let go however and instead rolls over, keeping the waistlock held to hit a second German Suplex! He rolls up for the third but Eddie starts throwing back elbows to finally break his grasp. Just when it looks like Eddie has gotten free, Apollo pulls him back in for the third German Suplex! He goes for the pin!
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Kingston gets the shoulder up at 2!
Corey Graves: Just when Eddie thought he was free, Apollo was there to put him back in his place!
Mauro Ranallo: The only place Eddie is looking to go is up and he'll have a big opportunity when he faces off against LA Knight at Final Battle for the Prime Time Medal.
Crews gets back to his feet and washes his boot against Eddie's face who is trying to get back up. The blatant show of disrespect has Eddie shoving Crews' boot away but Apollo just kicks him in the face to knock him back down. He then reaches for him and brings him back up, lifting him straight into the air. He shows off his impressive strength by keeping him straight in the air with a Delayed Vertical Suplex. Kingston however isn't going to just let this happen. He places his hand on Crews' face and scratches at it. Apollo lowers him back down to where Eddie lands on his feet. He runs at Crews but Apollo pops him up and delivers a Powerslam! He goes for the pin!
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Kingston kicks out! The Nigerian Royalty wants to put an end to this right now as he picks up Eddie and lifts him over his head in a gorilla press. Kingston however slips behind him and places him in a sleeper hold. Crews is trying to reach out to the ropes but with Kingston's bigger base, he's able to keep him mostly in place. Apollo still goes for the ropes, using his power to inch closer and closer until Eddie just throws him back onto his shoulder with the Sleeper Suplex! Apollo tumbles back with such force that he ends up seated in the corner. He looks dazed as if he doesn't know where he is. He struggles to lift himself in the corner but that's bad news for him as Eddie blasts him with a Running Big Boot in the corner! Apollo falls face first to the mat and Eddie turns him over to make the pin.
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Crews kicks out! Eddie simply kneels over Crews and holds the back of his head with one hand, just hammering away with the other. He doesn't answer the 5 count and the ref has to pull him off before he's disqualified.
Corey Graves: That thug should be disqualified on the spot! Blatant favoritism from the ref right there.
Tom Phillips: The match is under the ref's discretion and considering this is the first time Eddie has gone a bit overboard maybe he's showing some leniency.
Corey Graves: What so the ref can just sometimes not enforce the rules? He's probably just jealous of how he looks next to true royalty.
Eddie grabs Crews' arm and pulls him back up only to give him a stiff Lariat. He keeps a hold of the arm, pulling him up again and delivering a second Lariat! He's still got a hold of the arm and brings Apollo up a third time. He goes for the Lariat but Crews ducks it and takes his back and shoves him towards the ropes. He goes for a roll up but Eddie hangs onto the ropes causing him to just rolls back up to his feet. Kingston comes charging at him with a cross body but Apollo manages to catch him! Crews uses his strength to toss him overhead with a Fallaway Samoan Drop! He lays over Kingston and hooks the leg!
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Eddie gets the shoulder up! Apollo sits up and slaps the mat in anger, wanting to already be done with this match. He gets back up once more, bringing Eddie up along with him but Kingston suddenly comes to life and starts punching him in the stomach to create some separation. Apollo cuts off any momentum he might get with a swift knee to the gut. Having Eddie right where he wants him. Crews runs to the ropes but when he comes back, Eddie slaps him upside the head with a Spinning Back Fist! Crews looks dazed but he's up on his feet. Eddie goes behind him and grabs both arms in a double underhook, popping his hips to send him overhead with the Tiger Suplex! Apollo gets folded over and flops back onto his knees. Kingston runs to the ropes, bouncing off behind him and comes back with the Sliding D to the back of the head! Crews is out and Kington makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Eddie Kingston!
Eddie gets his hand raised after a hard fought battle. He's got all sorts of momentum for his match at Final Battle, the crowd getting more and more behind him as he heads to the back and the show moves on.
We fade in to an interview where EC3 is standing by with Alicia Atout.
Alicia Atout: Hello everyone, I'm Alicia Atout and today I have a special guest, the Owner of the UWF, EC3! Now Ethan, Final Battle is upon us and I just wanted to get your thoughts on how the card has shaped up.
EC3: Well with the return of the G1, there wasn't a lot of time to really promote some of the matches as everyone was focused on the tournament that could change direction on any night. Luckily the thing about pro wrestling is that there's always people who need to settle some differences.
Alicia Atout: Yes and we've seen an influx of new talent this past month. How do you feel about the names who've come in?
EC3: Well I was able to use the money we put to Goldberg's bloated contract and spread it among some new talents like Apollo Crews, Tomasso Ciampa, Eddie Kingston and LA Knight. They've all stepped it up and with new blood like Fujita, Gable and Conway in recent months, I think the UWF is headed to another boom with Summerslam coming up.
Alicia Atout: Well we do know the Main Event of Summerslam will be the winner of the G1 versus the winner of the Bray Wyatt and Randy Orton match. But do you have any other big matches planned that you could tease?
EC3: I got something cooked up for Summerslam but I can't get into it just yet. As far as Final Battle is concerned however, There is one more match being added to the card. Cureently, there's 3 men on the roster who have haven't been able to bnuild some strong momentum. As a matter of fact, I may be wrong but I'm pretty sure each of them has only won one non tag match. So at Final Battle, it'll be a... battle to see who can score their second win. John Cena vs Matt Sydal vs Chad Gable.
Alicia Atout: Wow well you heard it here first. Someone has to win. Thank for your time Ethan. Final Battle is July 4th and 7pm CST on the UWF Network.
Revolution rolls on.
THE SUMMER OF PUNK
The strummed chords of "Dog Days Are Over" hum through the PA while the titantron fires to life with some seasons greetings. The fans are already booing but those boos intensify when instead of CM Punk and Samoa Joe, out walks The Will, Heath dressed as Punk and Rhino dressed as Joe as Heath imitates Punk’s entrance taunts before the two make their way down the ramp and enter the ring. Heath grabs a microphone off the table as the music fades out.
Slater: You can check your calendars if you want to, it’ll tell you that the summer season is officially underway. What it won’t tell you is about the real summer, the Summer of Punk, which has been in full swing for a few weeks now. What is the Summer of Punk, you might ask yourselves and ask me. Well, it’s the next chapter in the Renaissance, of course. The whole thing is connected, like the Marvel Cinematic Universe, there’s a bigger story being told here. Except me and Joe are a better team than The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, we work together more efficiently than Mobius and Loki. For starters, none of those four can do this: what do you get when you take the lowest common denominator of humankind, multiply it, and fill an arena with it? You people! PIPE BOMB!
Heath jogs around in a small circle in self-congratulatory fashion as the boos ramp up in intensity.
Slater: What, the real deal can pat himself on the back but you don’t like it when an imitation does it? That’s CM Punk to a tee, people. Self-congratulating, arrogant, believing himself to be far better than he actually is. Maybe if I painted my face and called him Pepsi Man at the top of my lungs, you’d cheer, but we refuse to entertain that lack of creativity and beat a dead horse.
Slater runs his free hand through his hair, getting it free from the imitation of Punk style and back to how he naturally wears it.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: It’s like this, people. Getting close to a UWF Championship shot in the short time Punk has done it, it’s worth noting, but close is as close as he’s going to get. This is the redemption song of the, “Demi God” being performed, and no note is going to fall flat and no lyric is going to be omitted. AJ has redeemed his loss to Rob Conway, he’s beaten all of the other champions, and now he’s going to make up for the fluke loss to Punk and set things right when he avenges that fluke loss to Bray Wyatt. Because let’s be honest, people, Randy Orton isn’t going to be winning the title.
The crowd boos harder as Heath goes to retaliate but 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 now familiar theme begins to play.
The song is, “Element of Surprise” by Lloyd Banks as AJ walks out to the instrumental, his hood covering his head as he’s hunched over. He straightens up quickly, throwing the hood back and his arms out to the side as the vocals begin.
AJ continues down the ramp and enters the ring, motioning for a microphone until he’s granted one. He then raises it to his mouth as his music fades out to silence.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Very entertaining stuff, guys. But Heath, you’ve got to master the art of not giving a freakin’ crap what these people think and maintain your composure. You wanna get fired up, that’s fine, but save it for when Punk and his special needs Samoan make their way out here. While we’re waiting though, a moment of reflection. I look at this table with a contract on it and a pen next to that contract and I’m reminded of Oldberg coming out here and running his mouth and demanding I hurry up and sign it not too long ago. You guys remember Oldberg, don’t you? Anyway it’s funny that we actually beat that mouthy Chicagoan out here and he’s not pulling an Oldberg and ranting and rambling. I expected it but it’s not the only time or way he’s going to get beaten. See, Punk doesn’t look at the picture largely enough, he’s limited himself to a finite period like a renaissance or a summer, instead of aiming and achieving a more long-term status like I have in becoming the, “Demi God”. But that’s what CM Punk is about: shortcomings. And maybe this time, he’ll have the decency and common sense to retreat back to his Pepsi Lair after this defeat at Final Battle, but probably not. You are the company you keep, as they say, and while Joe is just a glutton, CM is one for punishment. Wifey got sick of hitting him during foreplay and isn’t big enough to suplex him around so he came back here to get his masochistic fill of getting his ass kicked.
Sure he got past Fajita or Vegeta or whatever his name is and whoever else he beat, but now he’s back to where he can’t propel any further forward. He knocked off a couple of pawns and thinks he’s a chess master but I’m about to do what I always do, lock him in Checkmate. And it’s fitting that the event is Final Battle because there won’t be any AJ Styles versus CM Punk matches after this, not because it isn’t fun constantly knocking him down a peg, but because I’ll never give him the satisfaction of challenging for the UWF Championship once it’s mine again.
AJ smiles that devious smile of his as the boos continue...
Punk: Jesus Christ, enough already.
CM Punk walks out on to the stage, no entrance music to announce his arrival. The Straight Edge Superstar finds some rare approval from the capacity crowd - there's a decent chunk of the UWF Universe that, at least for now, has opted to favor the A Block winner over the B. It isn't hard to understand why.
Brooks gazes down the ramp at the three-ring circus playing out between the ropes with an annoyed exhaustion. Barely five minutes of this trash and it's already wearing on his nerves. He starts the walk down towards the ring, with Samoa Joe soon appearing behind him. Punk lifts his mic again as he comes.
Punk: I was fine to sit back there and watch Slater and Rhino play out their little community theatre schtick, cause hey, good for them for finding some air time. Heath's got kids, after all. But AJ, buddy... let's shave a little off the top, huh? It's a bit much. Even you're better than this. Everyone's better than... this...
A wave of his free hand at the ring serves as a vague gesture towards Styles' whole set-up. Punk reaches the steel stairs and stars up them while Joe hops the apron and steps through the ropes, leading the way into the squared circle.
Punk: There's no need to make such a fucking fuss about everything. This "Demi-God" stuff, the redemption narrative, the name-calling... seriously dude, what's up? Who pissed in your cornflakes? Why can't The Phenomenal One just shut up, sign a contract, and handle his business? Over-compensating, maybe?
He finally steps through the ropes to join the gang in the ring. A brief glance to Slater and Rhino in their costumes, then back to AJ in all his glorious ridiculousness. Punk clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
Punk: Yeah... yeah... I dunno man. For months now you've been chirping off about how I only beat you because you were distracted. All this? This looks distracting. You're looking past me at Bray Wyatt like that's already a done deal. Just like last time. A little smoke and mirrors was all it took to throw you off your game. I guess some lessons take a while to settle in.
Like how you're not good enough to beat Bray Wyatt. Biggest night of your career, coming off that hard-earned Rumble win. You dropped the ball, dude. That match wasn't even that close. You got your ass beat straight up and it took you weeks to recover. A win over a retiree and all the tomato cans in the aptly-named "B" Block might have you feeling a bit better these days, but really, how much has changed in the past three months? What have you got to offer Bray Wyatt that you couldn't bust out at Wrestle freakin' Mania?
You had your shot, AJ. You had your shot and ya blew it. Now it's my turn. I'm not asking you to step aside or lie down for me - God knows you're too much of an egomaniac to recognize a lost cause. I'm just letting you know that this won't end the way you think it will, and all of here would appreciate it if you could just tone down the bullshit en route to the only possible conclusion. It's getting old.
Another pop from the converted in the crowd. Punk heads over to the table and picks up the contract. He gives it a once over and shakes his head.
Punk: Hmmm... ya know, I'm not gonna pretend like I played nice to get here. I've been saying it for weeks, when it comes to me getting to that UWF Championship, all ends justify the means. Given the chance, I'd do it one more time if I had to.
But I'm standing here, across the ring from you, AJ, and I think back to that match we had in January. An instant classic, awarded Match of the Month by the UWF fans and four-and-a-half stars by Dave Meltzer himself. Only a half-star shy of that perfect five. Oh well. One guy's opinion, right? I don't know if you subscribe to the Observer or even just see all the tweets, but he can us the same rating for our second M-O-T-M in March. Snubbed? Maybe. But in both instances, his reasoning was the same. I'm paraphrasing a bit here, but he said he was loving the competition right up until the final seconds. It was you cheating that spoiled it the first time, and Bray Wyatt that ruined it the next.
Now I could give two shits about stars or how much some guy in California likes the way I wrestle. It's worth noting, though, that both times the result was marred by excuses. We've never had a definitive answer to which of us is the better wrestler. That's why, heading into this rubber match, there's any interest at all, right? It's our names on the marquee, after all.
Brooks tosses the contract down on the table.
Punk: There's a part of me that's a-okay with doing whatever it takes to put you down at Final Battle. That said... there's another part that wants to settle this score once and for all. More than a tournament finale, and more than a match for contendership, this could be the fight that finally answers the question. But how do we guarantee that? I've got Joe, you've got your goons. We've both cheated to win. So how about this?
Punk vs. Styles, the G1 Climax Final for a shot at the UWF Championship... in a Pure Rules Match. I want two... hell, make it three referees! One up here, the others at the apron. Everyone else is banned from ringside. I'll even personally bankroll a private security firm to guard the production truck so some light flickering can't ruin your night again.
A noticeable excitement starts to build around the arena as things take an interesting turn.
Punk: No excuses. No bullshit. More than the title or the honor of being the first guy to win this whole thing twice, I want to show you what you were supposed to see on my first night back - that when it comes to us, straight up, no strings attached, I am and always have been and always will be the better wrestler.
If you're too big a bitch to accept, that's fine. I'll fight dirty and beat you that way and move on with my life. But if the Demi-God wants to prove himself to a non-believer, this is the only way that makes sense. I'm offering you a moment... are you man enough to step up?
AJ looks visibly offended by the question.
”The Demi God” AJ Styles: Of course I’m man enough! Like I would back down from any challenge you present! The real question is are you going to be man enough to admit that you lost fair and square to the better wrestler at the end of Final Battle, or are you going to make excuses? I accept, but also, it’s not Final Battle yet.
With that, Styles suddenly blasts Punk with the microphone as the, “Renaissance Man” goes down. The Will immediately start stomping on Punk to loud boos from the crowd as Samoa Joe comes running out and slides into the ring as he and AJ start throwing hands. Slater and Rhino turn their attention to Joe and attack him as Punk gets up from the mat and tackles AJ, laying in punches wherever he can land them. Security, referees, and backstage agents all come rushing down to the ring to pull them apart, both men being surprisingly cooperative, no doubt wanting to save the vitriol for the big dance. It’s a ruse though as Styles breaks away from the pack holding him and jumps up, blasting Punk with a Phenomenal Forearm of sorts. As Punk goes down, AJ gets into the mount and starts hammering him with punches until he starts getting pulled off. As he’s getting pulled away, Punk brings his leg up and connects with a low blow as he then explodes off the mat and takes AJ down, now raining down with his own punches.
Tom Phillips: This powder keg is going off! Neither man wants to wait until Final Battle!
Finally the two men are separated by enough people that they can’t break away but the verbal barbs are still being shouted. Punk is lead up the ramp and is heard telling AJ, “Just you wait, bitch!”. AJ is being held back in the ring as he retorts that Punk is going down as Revolution fades to black.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Conway vs Wyatt - Dresden
Orton vs Gable - Fauche
Dragon vs KInight, Crews vs Kingston - Danny
