Revolution 7/22/21

[Danny]

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



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

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: Tonight we’ve got CM Punk versus Rey Mysterio.

Mauro Ranallo: Also AJ Styles versus Tommaso Ciampa.

Corey Graves: We’ve also got John Cena and the debuting Tom Lawlor scheduled to mix it up.

Tom Phillips: As well as Apollo Crews and Seth Rollins in a non-title contest.

Mauro Ranallo: Billie Kay takes on Hornswoggle.

Corey Graves: And in our non-title main event, Eddie Kingston will grapple with Bray Wyatt.




Tom Phillips: Ah hell yeah brother.

Corey Graves: Oh no, I thought I was getting a night off!

The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The daunting 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 with microphone in the opposite hand.

Mauro Ranallo: The UWF Intercontinental Champion here to say something clearly, microphone in hand and intention in his eyes, we’ll just have to see what he has to say.

Tom Phillips: Hold on Mauro, I need to capture this moment.

Tom pulls out his Kodak and takes a quick snap. 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 who are rocking harder than ever.



The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts walking down the ramp with bold brash confidence. 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 quite softly but as much as he physically can as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. The Warhorse settles and stands in the middle of the ring, bumping up his UWF Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder as the fans cheer away.

WARHORSE: WHAT’S ROCKING?

The fans cheer more to the Warhorse’s reliance on cheap pop.

THINGS, GOOD, I COULDN’T HEAR YOUR INDIVIDUAL RESPONSES. THINGS HAVE BEEN HAPPENING LIKE HELL IN THE WARHORSE’S LIFE. A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN WALKING ALL OVER THE WARHORSE’S PRIDE, WALKING OVER THE SPORT THE WARHORSE RESIDES IN, AND MOST RECENTLY, STOMPING ON MY GODDAMN HEAD AFTER GETTING BEAT CLEAN BY SOME MEASLY FUCKIN’ SETH ROLLINS.

The fans boo, they don’t like Seth Rollins and his cheap spooky gimmick, comes off like a doll controlling a full grown woman.

I GET IT, PEOPLE COME TO THE WARHORSE BITTER, THEY THINK THAT THEY’VE GOT THE WORLD FIRM IN THEIR HANDS AND I’VE JUST STOLE IT. THAT’S ONLY SO BECAUSE THESE PEOPLE DON’T SEE A GODDAMN THING GOIN’ ON AROUND HERE, THEY DON’T SEE THE WARHORSE MOVING ON UP. THEY DON’T SEE THE WARHORSE STANDING HERE IN THE RING SPEAKING WORDS, NO THEY SEE THEIR OWN STOCK, THEIR OWN LAND, AND VILLIANS, KNOWN TO THE COMMON MAN LIKE ME AS FANS.

IT’S A WHOLE ATTITUDE GOING AROUND, I DON’T THINK ANYONE CAN SHAKE IT OFF A RAGDOLL LIKE THEM. SETH, HE’S SO GODDAMN LOST IN IT HE CAN’T EVEN COME TO SAY SHIT TO ME. HE- DID YOU SEE LAST WEEK? THE DUDE FUCKIN’ DUCKED ME- HE SENT OUT PAUL HEYMAN THEN SHIT THE BED? WHAT TYPA MICKEY MOUSE BULLSHIT IS THAT?

The fans laugh at the Warhorse’s emasculation of Seth Rollins.

I MEAN YEAR AFTER YEAR, TIME AFTER TIME WE’VE SEEN THIS DUDE, SETH FREAKIN ROLLINS ROLL UP AND SHIT THE BED TIME AND TIME OVER. WHO LETS IT HAPPEN? ETHAN? I’D BET.

I WANT A REAL CHALLENGER, I WANT TO FIGHT A MAN, NOT A DIPSHIT FUCKIN’ SPOOKY DOO WALKING AROUND BEING A COMPLETE DICKBAG. NO, AND THE PEOPLE DON’T WANT IT. WHO DOES GIVE A SHIT ABOUT BRAY CONTROLLING GENERIC WRESTLER 45?

The Warhorse holds out the microphone, silence, he leans up to the ropes, moreover silence, it’d seem nobody gives a rat’s ass and it’s not like it produces results.

Mauro Ranallo: Almost embarrassing for Seth Rollins there.

WARHORSE: GOOD BECAUSE I DON’T EITHER. SO RIDDLE ME THIS, BY SOME MIRACLE SETH ROLLINS BEATS THE WARHORSE, THE BOY DOES IT AND TAKES THIS VERY PRESTIGIOUS CHAMPIONSHIP OFF MY SHOULDER, WHAT DOES HE DO THEN? CRY AND COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING A DEVIL SOME MORE? SEND HIS LAWYER OUT TO CALL THE WARHORSE THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR SOME MORE?

THE MAN IS NOTHING, THE MAN DOESN’T FIGHT, THE MAN DOESN’T HAVE SHIT ABOUT HIM THAT MAKES HIM STAND OUT FROM THE HAYSTACK SO HE’LL REMAIN A GODDAMN NEEDLE. TONIGHT HE’S FACING APOLLO CREWS, I HAD TO CHECK THE BILLING CARD BEFORE I CAME OUT HERE BECAUSE I’D ALREADY FORGOT BECAUSE HE DOESN’T STICK IN A MAN’S MIND. HE WON’T AFTER I BEAT HIM EITHER.

The Warhorse backs up.

MOVING ON-



Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more. 



Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.

Seth Rollins raises his mic to his face but before he speaks, he lets out the largest yawn seen in public, and it takes him an extremely long time to get over his tiring yawn. He raises the mic to his face once more but decides to clear his throat and couch a few times. He eventually gets to speaking.

Seth Rollins: As the good ol’ saying goes, another day, another dollar. In UWF; another day, another boring, ridiculous speech from the man with the birth name of Jake. You’re right—I’m not calling you by your stupid ass wrestling name that you stole from a cheesy movie in 2011. You want to have a little chit chat Jake? Then let’s have the chat of a lifetime. You just stopped wrestling in front of trailer parks last year and after obtaining one big win, all of a sudden you’re too big for your britches.



You can claim to dislike me while being my biggest fan. Look, you’re even trying to predict what I’m going to do after I come for the only thing you possess in this world that is worth a damn, the Intercontinental Championship. You’re the biggest joke I’ve ever seen and you aren’t the slightest bit funny. You’re just an overgrown man child blinded by his love for shitty metal music and his fetish for men that paint their faces. Rock on right? Take a look at yourself Jake, a real look. That shiny title doesn’t cover up the 17-year-old brain inside your body. That title doesn’t mask your insecurities and nor does it cover up the Incel stench that you give off. Let’s be serious Jake, what grown man walks around calling other grown men phrases like: ‘scrawny pig boy,’ and ‘Spooky Doo?’ I’ll tell you: a remedial man with the personality of a teenager beginning puberty who still struggles with the simplest things in life.

Seth pauses for the world to eat up his words.

You can talk about all of my failures and short comings all you want, go ahead. Hell, I can even remind you of a few that you’re too stupid to even remember or bring up. What you need to be focused on, is the present & the future. Let me remind you of your past that you seem to have forgotten about Jake. Every time you let my name come out of your mouth, the Universe is there is correct the course of action. What happened last week after you sinned on my name? You got a win over me in a meaningless match, good Job!

Seth Rollins begins to sarcastically clap at WarHorse for getting the biggest win in his utterly embarrassing and disgraceful ‘career’, if you even want to call it that.

I made sure you left the arena on a stretcher coupled with a gash on your head the size of a fist. You may have won that match, but what you’re failing to realize is this is a marathon not a sprint. You sprinted as soon the bell started, right out of the gates, and now you’re tired and running out of gas. I just got done warming up and I’m about to hit a nice jog before I started running faster and strike your ass out of my damn way!



What happened the time you spoke ill of me when we had a tag team match a few weeks ago? I smashed your head into the mat like a child stepping on a line in the sidewalk that wants to break their moms back. I ended your dream at the Rumble when I eliminated your sorry ass. You see Jake, there’s a common theme here. You watch me from the sides, wishing you had half the success as me—and every time you have something to say about me—BOOM!!! I send your ass down on your back, right where you belong, six feet below me. Every time you speak ill of me, I’m there to make you regret it with a beatdown, or a curb stomp, or a toss over the top rope, whatever it takes to put you down.

Seth Rollins begins to smirk while the crowd boos lightly at his arrogance. A new side of Rollins news to be displaying lately..

I’m head, neck, and shoulders better than you. I don’t care what drugs you put in your body to alter your mind that make you think otherwise—the world knows the truth. I don’t care what ridiculous blog you read weekly that tries to trash me while uplifting you—the world knows the truth. You can claim you want better opponents all you want, but once again—the world knows the truth.  Besides lets be real, there's a reason why you're first opponent was a guy in the midst of a losing streak and whom we haven't seen since.. And at Summerslam, I’m coming to expose you for the damn fraud that you are. Which should be a familiar scene for you, losing at Summerslam seeing as how you lost last year too. I’d go through all the other big matches you lost but I’d take up the rest of the program! You’ve never even climbed the big mountain, but you speak of yourself as some big hot shot about to be on mount Rushmore. Have you ever held the world title Jake? No you haven’t and surprise, I’ll make sure that never happens because I’ll be there every step of the way to knock your little ass back down the ladder where you came from.

Seth waves his hand, simulating Horse falling down a metaphorical ladder.

Here are the facts man: you are more than willing to brag about that cheap rollup victory. Merry Christmas horseboy! That was just phase 1 of the plan. Yes, a plan, that’s something that a guy with a low IQ like you wouldn’t be able to articulate because I’m sure you struggled with chapter books. Truth be told, You got caught like a fish, and now I’m reeling you in. I want a rematch with you, and not only that, but I DEMAND it. I've decimated and bloodied you before, I’ve pinned you before, I’ve eliminated you from the Rumble, and now: I want MY Intercontinental Championship back because you’re a fraud of a champion and you flat out don’t deserve to carry it any longer. So I want a Round 2, this time with the title on the line. What do you say Horse? Or should I spell it out for you with ravioli letters so your childish ass can get the message for once?

Seth lowers his mic and stares into the heart ans soul of WarHorse while smirking his ass off. Heyman stands behind Seth rubbing his hands and borderline laughing.

WARHORSE: YOU’VE GOT NOTHING TO LAUGH FOR, BUSINESS SCHMUCK MCGEE. YOU’RE A FOOTNOTE TO ME, I’VE WALKED PAST YOU, I’VE BEAT YOU IN THE GODDAMN MAIN EVENT LAST WEEK, I DIDN’T CHEAT, I USED A GODDAMN WRESTLING MOVE TO BEAT YOU, WHAT EXCUSE HAVE YOU GOT? THE ONLY THING THAT SPARKS YOUR NAME IN MY HEAD IS YOU ENABLED THAT PAIN IN THE ASS PUNK TO BE THE ASSHOLE HE IS.

The Warhorse pauses as Seth and Warhorse argue off microphone.

BUT WELL, YOU’VE STARTED TO PISS ME THE HELL OFF, BOY, AND IF YOU WANT THE MATCH YOU’VE GOT IT. COME OUT HERE AND STEP TO ME, I WOULDN’T BE A CHAMPION IF I DIDN’T STAND STARK HERE TODAY FOR A CHALLENGER, DESERVING OR NOT.

This news clearly is warm to the Rollins crew.

Mauro Ranallo: There he goes, it’s clear Rollins has succeeded in his goal here tonight in getting an opportunity.

WARHORSE: OH, YOU THINK IT’S ROOM FOR CELEBRATION? DO YOU? I DON’T SEE IT AS THAT FOR YOU, BOY.

There’s a short pause, why, oh why, Warhorse?

SINCE I’M GOING TO BE BEATING YOU LEFT AND RIGHT IN NO NORMAL MATCH. NO, I’LL WHOOP YOUR ASS ALL OVER THE ARENA IN A GODDAMN FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH.

Tom Phillips: AH HELL YEAH BROTHER.

Mauro Ranallo: Falls Count Anywhere! Seth Rollins vs Warhorse for the UWF Intercontinental Championship.

The Warhorse bucks his championship up on his shoulder, and then gives the middle finger to Seth Rollins, climbing through the ropes and then starts walking towards the back. Rollins clearly isn’t too appeased that out of all stipulations this is the one Warhorse has in mind, and also being flipped off, that also. We head elsewhere after that massive news.



Apollo Crews is backstage playing a game of pool.

I have only been here a short period of time but it's time that I truly test myself. Many of you will find that disrespectful and you should because every opponent I've faced to this point has not been up to my standards. However, there are a few select guys backstage that I would love to get in the ring with. The question is are they brave enough to accept my challenge when the time comes.

He strikes the balls with force as he laughs to himself.

I am not going to tip my hand and reveal who those select folks are. I have a lot of secrets that will be revealed on my time, not yours. Just know that my announcement is going to shake things up. It is not very often a champion speaks out wanting more than what he is getting. For now, let me leave you with this. Apollo Crews was a nobody when he signed his contract. Now I am recognized as a threat. I am recognized as someone who has a high ceiling and no one is going to stop me from achieving the ultimate goal.

The scene fades out.






Entrance: Chimel: Next... from Dublin, Ireland... weighing in at 147 pounds... The King, Hornswoggle!


"Down With The King" by Run DMC hits as King Hornswoggle come out to a chrous of boos and he smiles wearing his crown. He walks down the entrance ramp waving all to his peasants as he turns to the right and he walk up the steel steps. He walk along the ropes as he stops and he slides under the ring ropes. He gets into the ring as he walks over to the female announcer hands him the microphone. He grabs the microphone right after he smacks her butt and she slaps him hard. He falls down onto the floor with a red mark on his face as his theme music stops.




Billie Kay walks out onto the ramp as she shushes the crowd and the music...




I said that I had a secret weapon locked and loaded up my sleeve, This message is directly to EC3 who dared insult the great Billie Kay, Saying I can't have the Main Event Sonya Deville do the gritty work, Well darling you never said anything about the best kept secret in UWF...


Kay turns to the entrance as Papa Roach begins to burn throughout the arena...





Murphy comes from the curtains as the crowd pop for the returning Buddy Murphy. Murphy punches forwards into the air as he smirks at Kay whos smile widens.


Tom Phillips: Oh my god it's Buddy Murphy who was last seen in two years ago..

Corey Graves: I thought he was murdered by Jimmy Havoc...

Mauro Ranallo: The secret is out.


Billy Kay follows Murphy down the ramp as Murphy gets to the ring he runs sliding underneath the ropes and onto the other corner of the ring, He gets to his feet as he gloats to the crowd...




Murphy springboards into the ring looking down at Swoggle...


VS


DING DING DING


Tom Phillips: Well would you look at this.

Mauro Ranallo: Hornswoggle did not expect this to happen.

Corey Graves: Good! I hope this is a wake up call for this little troll. I want Murphy to punt him all the way out of this arena.


Swoggle puts up his dukes, ready for a fight. Murphy ain't got time to waste however as he just runs up and Big Boots err... little boots Swoggle right in the face! The self proclaimed King of UWF is down and out. Murphy bends down and grabs his pants at the waist and lifts him up off the mat with one hand. He brings him over to the corner and places him in on the top turnbuckle. He climbs all the way up to the top rope and lifts Hornswoggle up. It looks like he might be going for a Superplex but Swoggle shifts his weight at the last minute and ends up landing on top of Murphy with a Crossbody! He stays on him for the pin!



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Murphy kicks out right away!


Mauro Ranallo: Murphy decided to toy with Hornswoggle a bit there and it almost came back to bite him.

Corey Graves: Just because he got a 1 count, that doesn't mean it was nearly close to being done.


Murphy turns over onto his hands and knees and starts to get up but Swoggle runs over and nails him with a Cutter! The King throws up the Orton taunt to boos from the crowd. He gives his peasants a bow before going up to the top rope once more. Murphy recovers quickly however and manages to punch him right in the head. He grabs Swoggle by the head but Swoggle headbutts him in the face! Murphy stumbles back a few paces and Swoggle jumps out of the corner with another Crossbody but Murphy lunges backwards, his knee extending out and Swoggle lands right across it, giving himself a Gutbuster! Murphy rols him off his knee and makes the pin.



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Swoggle kicks out! Murphy pulls him back up and palms his face. Swoggle however bites down on his hand and Murphy yells out in pain! The ref gets on Swoggle for this but Th King couldn't care less about rules, those are for peasants. Murphy gives him a few punches to the face to finally break free. He checks his hand to see if any flesh is gone but Swoggle runs up behind him and chop blocks him, taking his legs out from under him! Swoggle then gives him a Senton! Murphy rolls to the outside and regroups with Billie.

Swoggle exits out onto the apron and waits as Murphy has his back turned. When he turns around, Swoggle jumps off and hits a Hurrincanrana! Murphy goes flying into the barricade and hits with a loud THUD. Swoggle looks at Billie and waves at her, blowing a kiss afterwards, Billie starts gagging at the thought and Swoggle goes back into the ring, knowing he can't throw Murphy back in and tells the ref to count him out. The ref starts his count but by 4, Murphy is already back in. Swoggle is in the corner tuning up the band as Murphy gets to his feet. The King comes forward for some Sweet Shin Music but Murphy decks him with a Punt! Soggle actually gets lifted off the ground from the impact and tossed into the corner!


Corey Graves: HAHAHA! Did you see him fly!

Tom Phillips: The ref may need to check on Hornswoggle.

Corey Graves: Why waste time, just call the morgue.


Swoggle is all sorts of dazed and Murphy just picks him up onto his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. He looks right into the camera before delivering the Burning Hammer! Swoggle is spiked right on his little head and his body lays limp in the ring. Murphy stands up and turns him over with his foot, placing it over his chest, making the ref count the pin rather than stop the match.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Buddy Murphy!




Mauro Ranallo: What an emphatic return tonight and we may have seen the last of Hornswoggle tonight.

Corey Graves: Hopefully but that little guys like a cockroach, who knows if that was enough to keep him away.


The ref checks on Hornswoggle while Billie happily claps for the victory on the outside. Murphy exits the ring they walk together to the back as the show moves on.




As Revolution continues we go backstage and are greeted with the sight of former Television Champion, Rob Conway...



Rob Conway: It's been a tough couple weeks for 'The Conman'. It can't be denied. Ever since the Con-Streak came to an end, 'The Conman's been on a downward spiral. I've lost to the likes of that little redneck twerp AJ Styles... I had my Television Championship stolen from me by a fraudulent Nigerian Prince and to top it all off, last week I was beaten by John Cena. A kid's caricature of a wrestler and a wannabe Vanilla Ice rolled into one. So where does that leave 'The Conman'?. Most ordinary men would step aside, say that's that and accept their fate at the bottom of the rung again. But that just ain't for Rob Conway. See, I'm made to be at the very top. You don't look like this... and settle for second best. So what I've done is this... I've taken the time this week where Ethan Carter has kindly granted me the week off and I've made some adjustments. I've stepped up my training regime... I've taken some time to recover too, but most importantly I've found a guy that has really tightened up my diet. See, at Final Battle... where my Television Championship was stolen... I just don't think I was in peak condition. I felt... a little off. Which is why I didn't win of course.... not that I lost either but I digress. No I felt a little... flat. Turns out my gut microbiome wasn't where it should be and that my Vitamin B levels just weren't all there... truth is... I wasn't in the single digit bodyfat where I should be. But now?, in just two weeks?.... I'm in even better shape than I ever was... which is saying a lot. And it's all down to just one man...

The camera pans to reveal an infomercial of sorts...



Simon Dean: That's right with my patented Simon System, Rob Conway has shed what little fat he had left to become the ultra-athlete in the UWF today. He did it all with some help from his friends... namely me! My name is Simon Dean for those of you out there who are quite clearly by the size of your waistband uninitiated and I am the creator and proprietor of my patented Simon System which is available to buy online right now. And judging by some of the faces we see at ringside each and every week and even in the back in the very locker room that's supposed to feature top athletes of the day... a LOT of you could use some of my patented range of fitness tools and fat-loss miracles. Which is why I'm here to spread the word and show you what is possible with my system... and looking at Mr Conway is is clear to see what can be done. I mean... maybe not for you but this is what happens when you dedicate yourself to greatness and have superior genetics to boot, isn't it great?! See Mr Conway and I have similar goals in this world and it's not only to be the very best at what we do and look great doing it... but it's also to remove all the disgusting fat slobs who populate this world and frankly ruin our lives just be breathing the same air as us. But all is not lost you disgusting masses of blubber... with my patented Simon System range of protein powders and fat burners you too could look like a premier athlete, I mean... you couldn't really look as good as Rob Conway... but you could try. Come on people, I'm here to help you! And now 'The Conman' has teamed up with yours truly?, I can only see better things for our future. And I'm not just talking for us... I'm talking about the world people.



Rob Conway: Isn't he just the best?... That's right, the number one most watched and beloved superstar in the UWF today, the ratings maker and the network's favourite as teamed up with the number one provider of fitness supplements and fat-loss solutions in the world today and I personally think our relationship will be not only mutually beneficial for 'The Conman' and the Deanster... but for all of you. Not only will you have the opportunity and the privilege to try some of the best sports supplements on the market today at a very reasonable price even for the dirt poor people that populate this town... but you'll also get the privilege of seeing 'The Conman' - your favourite - performing at his absolute best. And now I'm at my best, now I'm peaking in my diet for absolute performance, I'm putting one man on notice. Apollo Crews... you've got something that belongs to me. The UWF Television Championship... I've seen the ratings, they've been plummeting now that you supposedly represent the network. And you know why?, because you're a fraud. You didn't beat me, you didn't pin the champion, you stole that title and you're a champion on paper only. See I'm recharged and fuelled by the best and there's no stopping me now... I'm coming for what's mine. So consider this your warning because the next time we cross each others paths Crews... I'm taking back what's mine and I'll do it my way, THE CON.... WAY.

Conway and Dean laugh and high-five before Conway flexes and Dean compliments his build before going elsewhere...





The epic sound of Wolfgang Van Halen radiated over the arena as we're immediately met with the arrival of Chael Sonnen, who stood upon the entrance ramp with a mixed assortment of cheers, and jeers. After looking over the crowd, Chael would motion his hand as his personal hand picked man, Tom Lawlor would make his arrival onto the scene. Both men fixated on the ring itself. Chael would keep his I don't give a crap demeanor as he ignored all the people down the ramp. On the flip side, Tom would give some of the people their monies, pounding a few fist, clapping a few hands -- The usual stuff, before making his way into the midst of the ring. It isn't long before Chael taps Tom on the shoulder, whispering in his ear. Chael would then make his exit, as a more determined look would creep across the face of "Filthy," Tom Lawlor. One thing was for certain, God have mercy on his opponent.




John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them




He's salutes to the UWF Universe

Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena!

Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.


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DING DING DING


Cena starts to take off his shirt but already Tom is across the ring and he knocks Cena's block off with some stiff punches in the corner. The ref tries to get Lawlor to back off but Tom imply rolls Cena out with a Snapmare followed by a Punt Kick right to the back! Cena arches his back in pain but Lawlow simply drives his knee into his back and pulls back on his arms, trying to rip them right out of their sockets! Luckily for Cena, strength is his strong suit and he's able to pull his arms back together and thrust his head backwards to headbutt Tom right in his nose! Lawlor backs off holding his face while Cena gets back up and runs at him with a Shoulder Tackle! Lawlor pops right back up and Cena goes for another but he's got those 5 moves scouted and simply steps out of the way.


Mauro Ranallo: He said he scouted him and he's certainly proving that fact tonight.

Corey Graves: It's not hard to tell what Cena's going to do. Honestly surprised more people don't just get out of the way.


Cena crashes shoulder first into the mat and Lawlor is there to bring him right back up to his feet, grabbing a hold of him and throwing him behind with the Exploder Suplex! Cena tries to get right back up but Lawlor grabs him from behind, this time for a German Suplex! The heart of Cena doesn't give in as he picks himself up yet again. Heart however isn't enough to keep you in the game as when he stands up, he gets clocked in the face with the Superman Punch! Cena goes down and Lawlor makes the first cover.



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Cena kicks out! Lawlor brings him back up to a vertical base and wraps his arm around his neck. He's placing him in the Guillotine but Cena grabs his arm before he can squeeze and uses his power to pull Tom's arm away from him. He's standing completely straight while holding Lawlor's arm in the air but Tom lives up to his nickname and just knees Cena in the ribs causing him to go down on all fours. Lawlor bends down to grab him but Cena suddenly pops up and scoops Lawlor onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry!



Mauro Ranallo: This is it!

Tom Phillips: Look at Chael, he's about to lose it!


Chael is losing his mind on the outside as Lawlor is trying to wiggle free but Cena's got him held tight. He tosses him up into the air but Lawlors shfits his bodyweight and turns it into a DDT! To make matters worse, he stays in that position and transitions it into the Guillotine! The ref goes to check on Cena but he's already knocked out cold giving the ref no choice but to call for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, "Filthy" Tom Lawlor!




Chael comes into the ring and helps the refs by kicking Cena out of the ring and lifting up Lawlor's hand. Sonnen looks smug as fuck as he and Lawlor head to the back, satisfied with their quick win tonight.


We head backstage where urphy is standing by after his win earlier tonight.



WARHORSE I want that title around your waist ain't no one going to stop the age of Murphy, I was stabbed and brutalised at the Rumble a few years back, So WARHORSE what is the worst you can do to me? Rule my Ass? Nah it's simply not going to be like that. It's going to be a different story when I get to beat you senseless...


Now having sat on the sidelines for months I have seen people step up, I have seen people take what rightfully belongs to Murphy. These opportunities slipping right through my hands as a guy like Eddie Kingston rises the ranks at a rate unprecedent to the likes anyone ever...


I hate guys like Kingston or LA Knight come out here bashing about like they have a chip on their shoulder. WARHORSE I want next and I will take that title off your shoulders...


There were some things that he could not just let slide and it was when people became overconfident, especially when they started to believe in themselves so much that they jumped the queue. Now normally he would not at all care for such things, but when it comes to someone jumping the line that he had been waiting in, then it was not something he could just easily let slide, especially when it was someone who had nothing to back up his claims and was only here for a stop of coffee.

“Did I just hear you right. Your standing there like you are hot shit - why? Because you beat Hornswoggle. Is that meant to impress me? I am all for anyone and everyone stepping into the ring. Following your dream and doing what you want to do - Hornswoggle has my respect for having the balls to step into the ring and take on guys three times his size. He has done well, but this is not ten years ago. This is not when he first started, things have changed, his body has broken down, his legs have failed him - years on the road, getting into the ring, it breaks you down - trust me. I know what it feels like and for someone like Hornswoggle, it happens a hell of a lot sooner than you like to think. You beating Hornswoggle means shit to me. You beat the Kevin Nash of little people and you stand there with that shit eating grin on your face acting like you have just taken on Bray Wyatt and beaten him. Look - I get it. You here, you won a match your all fired up and ready to go, but you gotta remember something. I been at this for twenty years and I am close, so fucking close that I am not allowing anyone to get in my way. Maybe your a lil deaf in those painted on ears, maybe you just had your head up your ass, but WARHORSE is mine. I have a clear cut path right to the top here. I laid it all out, told all you fuckers what I was going to do and how I was going to do it. I don’t care if you think you can take on WARHORSE - you can get the chance down the line, but only after I have taken his title from him. There ain’t no one cutting in front of me.”

He stands before Murphy and sizes him up. Looking him up and down several times as he would shake his head a little bit. He could not fault him for what he wanted to do. He wanted to make a name for himself and that was all well and good, but he was not about to have anyone cut in front of him and take away anything that might slow bis climb to the top down.

“You want WARHORSE - well your looking at his next challenger. You want to be somebody here, then good - you have a dream chase it kid, but don’t think for a moment your shit talking is going to get you what you want. UWF is not a place were you can just talk smack and get what you want. You gotta prove yourself in the ring. You gotta rack up those wins. You gotta keep pushing forward, gotta keep going. Every single night, you have to leave it all in the ring and so far - you have not been doing that. I ain’t WARHORSE, but I am a fucking WORKHORSE. I have busted my ass every single day I have been here and now I have this, the prime time medal. You know what this means right? It means that UWF has faith in me, it means there are countless possibilities for me here now. Someone like you - you should want this, your entire purpose here should be to get this. You want WARHORSE - you get this and then you get that son of a bitch. You need to be beating everyone in your way, you need this medal to make things possible - and you have done neither of those things, but I am going to give you a chance. You think you can beat WARHORSE - then prove it! Take me on. Get your sorry ass in the ring with me. I’ll do you one better as well - the prime time medal, I’ll put it on the line - make that match with WARHORSE within your reach, all you gotta do is beat me right? Easy right? You can beat a little person with ease, a fat son of a bitch like me should be no problem. I am giving you the chance kid, the chance no one gave me for twenty fucking years. I am giving you the chance to step up - prove yourself, back up your words - make something of yourself, cause if you can beat me - you can beat anyone. Only problem is - my dreams are bigger than yours, and I ain’t letting them be shattered by the likes of you.”

He would look him up and down once more and would let out a sigh. He was sick and tired of people talking shit, like they were the future of UWF. The only future Murphy had was an ass kicking of the likes he had never had before.





DING! DING!



As Mutter by Vanna blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, wearing a new camouflage jacket with the hood up he stands at the top of the stage and looks out as Chimel announces him.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.

Looking out onto the crowd, he looks left and right before stomping his foot as yellow and black pyro shoots out from the stage. Ciampa walks down to the ring and slides in, hood still up. He stands up and runs to the top right turnbuckle and climbs to the second one, keeping his head down he suddenly jolts up and whips down his hood before beating his chest with his fist, Ciampa then jumps down and gets into his corner pacing in circles as he waits for his opponent.



As the lights dim, an instrumental begins to play as AJ Styles comes out with his hood on his head hunched over as, on the titantron screen, “DEMI GOD + PHENOMENAL” is seen before being replaced by “=“ and then, “COMPLETE”. AJ raises up, throwing his arms to each side as his hood comes down. He’s soon joined by The Will as all three men start heading down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Heath Slater and Rhino. From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. “The Complete” AJ Styles!

The Will remains ringside as AJ enters the ring and raises his arms over his head, his hands meeting at the palms to make his logo visible. He drops his arms then and gets ready for the match ahead.

DING! DING!

Styles and Ciampa glare over at each other across the ring, and slowly walk on up, and lock up, they don’t intend on doing any foreplay here tonight, right into the meat and potatoes action. Styles pulls Ciampa round and then pulls and wrenches in the wristlock, getting the exchange of holds underway. He stomps and steps in at an angle to really inflict it in, as Ciampa reigns in sharp pains on his face.

Mauro Ranallo: Good old chain wrestling, a wristlock, proper wrestling action, Corey.

Corey Graves: I agree Mauro, there’s nothing better in wrestling than some old traditional style grappling.

Ciampa tries to grab at Styles’ hands and then suddenly Styles jumps and eases in more with some twisted pressure on his wrist which makes him scream out in pain. Styles gloats off to the crowd, feeling he’s better than this competition at this moment. Ciampa pivots his leg down as an anchor point hard and Styles quickly tries to stomp at it but before he can, Ciampa rolls out and then knocks Styles back with a massive forearm.

Tom Phillips: Pow! Ka-pow! Eat it Styles!

Corey Graves: Tom, I’m sure you have the mind of a three year old child. Get some help, go to kindergarten or something.

Mauro Ranallo: Lay off him Corey, he knows what he’s doing.

Tom Phillips: Whoop his behind Ciampa!

Styles looks angered by this, but Ciampa stays on the offense and blasts him back with a massive dropkick knocking him out of the ring. Styles hits the apron hard and then goes out to the ringside area. He clutches at his side. Ciampa follows him to the outside, as Styles begins to walk away around the ring.

1!

Mauro Ranallo: Out of the ring here, let’s see how it treats them.

Ciampa follows the slow moving Styles, clutched in, and then clubs him from the back, and leads him from behind his head. He moves a few steps forward as Styles lays an elbow into the ribs of Ciampa, stunning him temporarily.

2!

Styles grabs him by the arm, and then stomps down harshly on the foot of Ciampa. He then swings up with a quick jab to the face of Ciampa and whips him towards the barricade quickly by his arm, but oh! Ciampa reverses it around and then whips Styles across instead, Styles clutching in on his back.

Tom Phillips: Skin and bone crashing against that unforgiving steel barricade we have here.

3!

Ciampa rolls back into the ring, and gets up, clutching at his side. Styles grunts out of the pain and impact of that move, and then he begins to lean off the barricade.

Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa using Styles' own aggression against him tonight.

4!

Styles slowly walks back on up, getting on the apron by sliding up, looking through the middle ropes. He slightly taunts Ciampa, which provokes Ciampa to run towards him and Styles to respond with side stepping and popping up with an enziguri, he then runs up to the top rope and lays Ciampa out with a quick diving clothesline laying him out.

Corey Graves: Quick rebound here from AJ Styles, looking to get things going his way now.

Tom Phillips: Come on Ciampa, break his leg!

Mauro Ranallo: Yeah we might need checks on Tom, Corey.

He hooks the leg quickly on Ciampa, as the referee swoops in to count the fall.

One…

Ciampa quickly kicks out and rolls to the ropes. Styles gets back up and then lays down an overhand clob to the back of Ciampa, to make sure he doesn’t come back with a quick comeback. He leads him by his head underneath his armpit, and then quickly turns, throwing Ciampa’s arm over his head and snapping him back with a quick suplex.

Styles dusts off his hands, kneeling to get up.

Mauro Ranallo: Styles really pulling out some veteran moves here tonight.

Corey Graves: Not to discredit Ciampa, he’s sure been around the town. But getting in there with a man like AJ Styles means you have to be on more than your A Game.

Styles reaches down to grab him for another move, but Ciampa quickly pulls him down and hooks him in for a quick rollup.

One…

Two…

Out of shock, Styles quickly kicks out and gets back on his feet as does Ciampa. Quickly out of that, Ciampa jumps up and hits a massive jumping high knee on the head of AJ Styles, stunning Styles back to the ropes, bouncing back and then Ciampa swings him over his shoulder and slams him down hard with a massive suplex over.

Tom Phillips: Boom! Ciampa firing back on all cylinders.

Ciampa quickly grabs Styles by the hair, and then head after warning from the referee, and then blasts him with a kick to the midsection, and then underneath his legs and goes to hook one arm, but quickly Styles chucks him over towards the mat with a quick pinfall attempt.

One…

Ciampa quickly kicks out, and both men get back up, but Styles is the one on the offense now, and he kicks the midsection of Ciampa, and then throws him under his legs, taunting for the move awaiting him and then lifts him up, stepping over the arms of Ciampa, slamming him down hard for the Styles Clash! He turns him over.

Corey Graves: Styles Clash!

Mauro Ranallo: Game set, that’s over folks.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING! DING!



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, AJ Styles!

Styles gets his hand raised as Ciampa rolls out with shame he doesn’t deserve to have, as Styles continues to celebrate, soaking it in and really making a statement with his celebration.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. Kayla Braxton is shown hurrying down the hallway, rushing pass some road crew members and crates. Soon enough, she catches up to CM Punk and Samoa Joe, the former decked out in his gear, clearly en route to Gorilla Position ahead of his match.



Braxton: Excuse me! Hey! Punk! Excuse me, could I just get a quick word in before your match tonight?

The Second City Saint and his partner turn around. Punk eyes her up and down, confused.

Punk: Who the hell are you supposed to be?

Braxton: Kayla Braxton, backstage correspondent. We had an interview segment booked for twenty minutes ago but you no-showed. There must have been a scheduling error.

Punk: Nope. No error. They told me Renee Young wasn't doing it so I just didn't go. Nothing personal, she's just the only person in the wrestling media rat race I like enough to give an exclusive.

Braxton I have a job to do...

Punk: And I had a match to wrestle. Have a good one!

Refusing to back down, Kayla follows after the tandem when they turn to leave again.

Braxton: The terms of your contract clearly state that you're obligated to -

CM Punk keeps on walking while Samoa Joe stops in his tracks. He pivots and puts a hand up to prevent Kayla from following Broos down the hall.

Joe: Easy now, ma'am. Do you know who that is?

The Submission Machine points back over his shoulder.

Joe: That man is the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship. He gets dozens of interview requests from news outlets all over the world every single week. But he doesn't have time for that. Best believe that he doesn't need to be bothered with the details of contracts or anything like that, either. But it seems that you're determined to ask some questions... so please, allow me. I'm happy to speak on Punk's behalf.

Kayla is obviously disappointed to find a bouncer between her and the club, but takes what she can get with the limited air time she has.

Braxton: Okay, fine. Tonight, CM Punk will take on Rey Mysterio in a one-on-one match. This will be the second time they've squared off since Punk's return last January. Last time, Rey picked up the win -



Joe: Whoa now, hold on, hold on, hold on. Careful now, you're not quite telling the whole story. I remember that night well. On the record books, it stands out as the only standard regulation match that my boy has lost without somebody interfering or cheating. Now no denying that in his prime, Rey Mysterio was a fearsome competitor. One of the best champions the UWF has ever seen. Those days are long gone, though, Ms. Braxton. That man is a shell of himself. All that said, old habits die hard and the fact the leader of the Cartel could pull fast one a steal the win with a roll-up isn't surprising. But results? Records? That's just part of the picture. What about perception?

Who left the arena that night thinking that Rey Mysterio was the better man, or the more competent wrestler? Nobody. Nobody at all. Rey exceeded low expectations, granted, but CM Punk is a man who learns from his mistakes. Just like we saw with AJ Styles - Punk never loses the same way, or to the same person, more than once. The fact that he's so adaptable at this stage of his career is unparalleled, but I wouldn't be telling you about it if it wasn't true. Rey Mysterio was one of the best to ever do it and that was enough to barely scrape past CM Punk - once. It's not going to happen again.

Braxton: I'm not sure you can write off -

Joe: But I am sure, Ms. Braxton. I am sure. That was what, three months ago? How much changes in three months? We've seen the rise and fall of Goldberg, the nose dive of the unstoppable Drew Galloway, ten new signees and the entirety of the G1 Climax since then. That was the last wrestling match that Punk lost. He's stepped over everyone to establish himself as the next in line for the World Championship. What about Rey? He lost a belt, took some time to go find himself and came back a broken soul, finally at terms with how little he has left to offer this sport. Not only are we going to witness a different result - we're about to watch the most one-sided beatdown Rey's ever suffered.

Kayla looks irked about Joe continually cutting her off, but opts to get in one last question.

Braxton: What about Rey's mini-bike? You destroyed it during that last encounter, but we saw Rey send you the bill at Rebellion. Was that matter ever settled?

Joe's polite demeanor devolves into a threatening intensity.

Joe: Hmph... if Rey Mysterio wants to come collecting, I'm not a hard man to find. Fair warning - if I can crush steel in my hands, what do you think I can do with bones?

Finishing his delivery with a scowl straight down the barrel of the camera, Joe then takes a deep breath, composes himself, adjusts his collar and nods at Kayla.

Joe: Thank you for your time Ms. Braxton. Enjoy the match.

The Samoan leaves to go and find Punk while Kayla Braxton signs off. Revolution continues elsewhere.



Chimel: The following contest is a Non-Title Match and is set for one-fall!



Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.



Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.



Chimel: Introducing first... from Buffalo, Iowa... weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!

Rollins moves back towards the corner and awaits the arrival of his opponent.



The UWF Television Champion steps out on to the ramp, scarp on neck, spear in hand, title around waist. His expression is intense and focused as he marches towards the squared circle.

Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 240 pounds... from The Democratic Republic of UpdateYourProfile... the UWF Television Champion, Apollo Crews!

The Champ leaves his spear by the stairs and sheds his scarf before climbing up through the ropes. He scowls at Rollins before turning to hand his title belt over to the Referee. Big mistake! Once his back is turned, Seth jumps him, clobbering him from behind with a big forearm!

A divided crowd shares their mixed feelings - some happy to see the insufferable Crews get some comeuppance while others lay into Seth for the cheap shot. Rollins is like a shark sniffing blood, though. His focus is solely on doing damage now. Grabbing Crews by the neck and tights, he whips him headlong into the turnbuckle. Apollo slams into the metal while Chimel heads for the hills. Heyman stares up into the ring in shock while Seth grabs the third man by the collar, demanding that he ring the bell.

Remember full well how Seth attacked the Official at the end of last week's show, this Referee doesn't hesitate to fall in line. He turns to the time keeps and waves it in.


VS

DING DING


Crews scrambles out of the corner, backing up on legs wobblier than the moon as of late. He can't tell left from right and things get just that much worse when Rollins sprints in and blasts him with a V-Trigger! Apollo's head turns like an owl's and he collapses into the ropes, winding up draped on the middle. Seth leans over and rubs Crews' face against the cable, wearing down his cheek against the taught wire. He's snarling and barking like a mad dog let off the leash.

Heyman is standing nearby, lips pursed and hands clasped in front like somebody who's witnessing an interstate pile-up in real time. The Official steps in to back Rollins off as he lays into Crews, with a five count serving as a warning from the nervous Ref.


1...


2...


Rollins continues to push Crews' face down into the rope, driving his knee into the shoulder blades for extra pressure.


3...


Crews' head slips off and he is thrust throat-first into the cable now.


4...


Rollins isn't about to let up. He's lost his gosh dang mind. The Official is about to throw down the fifth count when Paul E. shouts up at his client.


"SETH."


His name cuts through the white noise like an echo over water. Through the roar of the crowd, the gurgled moans of Crews - all of it. Rollins comes to and backs off just in time to avoid disqualification. He stares down at his hands, then at Crews. There's a confusion - a lack of connection, maybe. Like he just woke up to himself.


Ranallo: What the hell is going on with Seth Rollins these days?

Graves: I don't know, but whatever it is, he should stop second guessing it. He's in the driver's seat right now and is primed to put down the Television Champion!

Phillips: Only because he blindsided him before the bell. This match should never have even started.


Rollins shakes his head and looks around at the crowd. Crews is still draped on the ropes, giving Seth an idea. He runs full speed across the canvas, bouncing of the far ropes to come back, grab on, spin through and orbit around to nail a 619! It isn't as pretty as Rey Mysterio's, but it does the trick. Crews tumbles away while Seth lands on the apron. He sets up the Champ in his sights, vaults himself on to the top rope and leaps off to nail a diving stomp right on Apollo's back as he's trying to stand!


Ranallo: Rollins borrowing from each of their recent opponents. Interesting.

Phillips: I'll chock it up to his arrogance.


Seth turns to the crowd, arms wide and grinning. He shouts at them, something about how its "not that hard" and that he "makes it look easy". Crews is flattened, but it takes Seth a few moments to get around to dropping down for a cover. Once he's had his fill of showboating, though, he makes his move, lying on top of Crews without even bothering to hook the leg. The Official counts it...



1...



2...



Apollo kicks out at two!


Phillips: Holy smokes! Apollo kicked out!

Ranallo: No denying that the TV Champ is a resilient competitor, but I can't help wonder if Seth cost himself the win by waiting on that cover.


Seth kneels up and shouts at the Ref to learn to count better. The third man backs off fast, eager to make some space between him and Mister Unpredictable. Rollins just growls at him then gets back to work, pulling Apollo up of the mat with him as he finds a vertical base. The Architect finds a home for his knee in his opponent's gut, doubling him over to set up a European Uppercut. His elbow rocks the TV Champ, knocking him upright again.

Rollins can't help himself - he turns towards the hard cam, happy to remind the world how good he is. It's almost lie he's doubling down on the cocksure swagger to cover for the increasingly frequent slips into a violent fugue state. Maybe. Who knows? Anyway, its all for not cause when he wheels back around, Crews is up in the air, ready to greet him with an astounding Ensiguri!

The Champ's boot clips the Iowan clean in the chin. Somehow, he has the composure to land like a cat on the come down. Seth isn't so lucky. He clumsily spins out, desperately trying to keep his footing. Crews isn't about to let this opening go to waste. He's pretty chapped about how things have gone so far and he doesn't hesitate to let it all out on his foe. Apollo rushes over and snatches Seth from behind, locking his grip tight around that waist.

Eyes wide, jaw dropped in shock, Rollins is helpless in stopping the German Suplex. Crews brings him overhead, driving those shoulders into the mat like a friggin sledgehammer breaking up concrete. Apollo keeps the hold secured even after landing the maneuver. He rolls over, and, to the astonishment of a crowd who would rather not but can't help give him some props, deadlifts his opponent right back up to nail a second German Suplex! Somehow this one sounds worse than the first, and the ropes rattle when the two-time world champ connects with the ring.


Graves: My God, Apollo is on a roll here. Pound-for-pound, he might be the strongest individual on the roster.

Ranallo: His high school weight lifting coach claimed that he was "as strong as a nation". Who's to argue?


All great trilogies come in threes and so it is with these Germans. Rollins is a limp, lifeless rag doll in the arms of a friggin grizzly bear at this point. Crews yeets him up off the canvas like it ain't nothin' but a thang and then leans back. Seth arcs overhead and finds himself planted yet again, this time held in place with a bridge! The Referee slides down to count it as a pinfall...



1...



2...



Rollins kicks out at two! Crews immediately releases his grip, springs to his feet then flips back to connect with a Standing Moonsault! He splats right down across the midsection, bouncing a couple inches from the force of the landing before coming right back down in perfect position to try for another pin attempt...



1...



2...



No! Rollins shoots out his hand to grab the bottom rope in time to break up the count! The Referee points out the rope break to Crews, who can't understand why he stopped counting.

Looking to finish this one off straight quick, Crews gets up and brings Rollins with him via fistful of hair. His plans are countered by and knee to the abdomen. As Apollo doubles over, Rollins wraps him back over his knee, apparently looking to hit a Sister Abigail outta nowhere! The fans gasp, surprised to see him go there again, but the TV Champ manages to wiggle out in time. Before Seth can try anything else, Crews pops up and hits flush with a beautiful dropkick!


Phillips: Wow! Look at that elevation!

Ranallo: A high-flying powerhouse. Crews has all the tools to be a major player in the UWF, which is why he is your current Television Champion.


The dropkick knocks Rollins clean through the ropes. He spills awkwardly on to the floor, ricocheting off the apron before tumbling a few feet away. Crews smirks at his handiwork, happy to be firmly in control of the contest now. Boos from the fans die down and turn into an excited buzz when the Champ's intentions become clear. Everybody loves a dive, and that's what's in store.

Apollo heads across the ring, building up speed with some bounce off of the far ropes before charging back. Rollins is just starting to stand up on the outside when Crews defies gravity and good sense, launching himself over the top and coming in hot like Ikakumon's Harpoon Torpedo. The fans pop big as Crews wipes out the Architect, flattening him to the floor with the dive.


Ranallo: Mama Mia! Crews goes high risk for a big reward!

Graves: What a maniac!


Fans stand up to get a better look at the carnage. Rollins is sprawled out, eyes shut, motionless. Crews, nearby, is writhing in pain, clutching at what might be broken ribs. The Official leans over the rope and shakes his head disapprovingly before kicking off a ten count...


1...


2...


3...


Heyman rushes over to check on his Client. Seth's eyes blink open. It takes a moment for him to get his bearings, but as that fourth count comes down, the Architect has the sense to roll over to the commentary table and use it as a crutch to help himself up.


4...


Nearby, the winded Champ is also finding his feet. He coughs up a mouthful of blood before turning to go after Rollins again.


5...


Rollins catches Crews coming in while Paul flees the scene. Seth lands a stiff forearm strike to his opponent's face and then smashes him face first down into the announce table. The commentary team follows Heyman's lead and gets the heck outta dodge.


Phillips: Uh-oh!

Ranallo: Gentlemen! Please! Let's get this back in the ring!


6...


Crews tries to fight back but finds his head dribbled off the table a few more times until his legs give out beneath him. The exhausted, battered Rollins uses this opening to stumble back toward the ring, leaving Apollo in a heap in his wake.


7...


Rollins rolls under the bottom rope to the sanctuary of the squared circle. Crews looks dazed as all heck on the ground, like he doesn't know what year it is much less that he's running out of time to get back in the ring before being counted out.


8...


Graves: Rollins is going to win this thing by count-out!

Ranallo: A win is a win, I'm sure he'd be happy to take it.

Phillips: Especially after that thrashing Crews was giving him.


9...


Crews looks up, that nine count registering through the haze of concussion symptoms. Those piston legs fire up and rocket him forward. He covers ten feet of distance in milliseconds, diving under the rope and back into the ring just as the Ref's hand is coming down for the ten count.


Phillips: He mad it!

Ranallo: Unbelievable!


It took all the air he had in his lungs to do it, but Crews saved himself! He gets up on his hands and knees to catch his breath and - OH SNAP! EATS A CURB STOMP OUTTA NOWHERE! Rollins drives that mug right down into the mat with extreme prejudice. There's no beating around the bush this time, either. He immediately rolls his opponent over and hooks both legs deep for an emphatic cover...



1...



2...



3...



DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
SETH ROLLINS!


Rollins stands up to have his hand raised while Crews rolls out of the ring. Paul Heyman climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes, approaching Seth with some trepidation, gauging to see where the dude's mental state is. Seth appears to be somewhere between exhausted and relieved, and noting this, Heyman comes closer to celebrate with him.


Ranallo: Even Paul Heyman is having trouble getting a read on Seth Rollins these days. What is going on with him?

Graves: Who cares? He won! Seth Rollins just picked up a victory over the reigning Television Champion, and that's after pummeling the Intercontinental Champ last week. The world is his oyster at this point, he just has to call his shot.

Phillips: I can't help but wonder how things would have played out if Rollins hadn't landed that cheap shot early on. Apollo put up a great fight - when he was in control, he was in control. Could Seth Rollins win a fair fight against him? I'm not convinced.

Graves: Shut up, Phillips. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty, that's just the nature of the game. Crews isn't exactly an angel, either.


Rollins and Heyman leave the ring and head up the ramp while the TV Champ sits up against the ring apron, rubbing his dinged up forehead, breathing heavy, eyes narrowed into a menacing scowl the sting of the loss simmers. Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene opens up to show Sami Zayn once again in another training school looking for a new protege.



Sami Zayn: So here I am, once again scouting for new talent at some place called Flatbacks and... yup. It's just not there. I don't know what kind of training they do in place like this but these so called "advanced" classes are still teaching about fundamentals. You'd think would have gotten it by now but no. Everywehre I look I just see mistake after mistake after mistake. I mean the head trainers are are a couple of guys who were only in UWF for a cup of coffee.

Just then, one of the trainers Tye Dillinger ends up walking towards Sami Zayn.

Tye Dillinger: Hey you badmouthing my school?

Sami Zayn: Yeah I am. I knew school in America were underfunded but this is just a tragedy. I cam here looking to help some hot new prospects but all I see is gutter trash stinking it up in the ring.

Tye Dillinger: Well if you're so good, why don't you open up your own school.

Sami Zayn: Because I don't have time for that. UWF needs to be cleansed of all it's evil and only man man can achieve that and as long as I'm not an active competitor, I need to find someone to mold into the next best thing.

Tye Dillinger: Well if you're looking for a Perfect 10 to manage, look no further.

Dan Lawrence: Actually he's got a pair of perfect 10s right here.

Sami rolls his eyes knowing exactly who's speaking and turns to see the Wet Bandits walking in.

Dan Lawrence: You're right Sami, this place stinks. And it's not because we had an all nighter last night and puked up about 3 gallons worth of beer this morning. That shit smells like roses compared to this place. and look us, we're still standing. How many people you know have the fortitude like that? It's time for you to end your search and manage us. I hear there's this filthy guy up in UWF and it's time for Dirty DL to show him what's up. So what'dya say?

Sami Zayn: I say I need to go someplace where I know they have world class athletes. America sucks, I need to go to the great north. to Storm Wrestling Academy. Out of my way.

Sami pushes past the Wet Bandits and leaves as the show moves on.





DING DING!

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



Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mix reaction with mostly boos.


Rey walks down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!

Rey enters the ring and removes the shroud covering his face showing his one eyed mask look that he has adopted. Rey doesn't show the same emotion he had once before as he enters the top rope but he does point to the crowd and saying "I'll protect you." Rey jumps off and awaits his opponent.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent…




P U N K


The Number One Contender marches purposefully out on to the ramp, strobe lights flashing in time with the pulsing rhythm of "Digging for Windows". With his name spread big and bold up on the titantron, Punk takes a knee and checks the invisible wrist watch to confirm the time. Love him or hate him, the fans all scream along when he announces that it's Clobberin' Time!



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 walks down the ramp. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The realization of the promise of the Renaissance becomes more apparent by the week, and now, more than ever, CM Punk looks poised to make the moniker of "Best in the World" undisputable. While Samoa Joe takes his place at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Punk delivers a knee to the midsection of his opponent. As Rey hunches over from the pain of the hit, CM starts wailing on his upper back with punches, throwing them almost windmill style with both arms. Punk backs off suddenly and delivers another knee to the midsection, then grabs Rey in a Gutwrench and hoists him up but Mysterio is able to get free as he slides down the back of the, “Straight Edge Superstar” and runs into the ropes, coming off of them and leaping up as he kicks Punk in the lower spine with both feet, sending him into the ropes in front of him. CM catches himself on the ropes but Rey charges behind him and catches him in the back of the head with a Double Axe Handle, grabbing the back of Punk’s neck with one hand and the back of his tights with the other as he dumps him over the top rope to the outside. Rey runs to the opposite ropes now and springs off them, launching himself through the ropes in front of him and connects with a Suicide Dive, knocking Punk into the barricade just as he’s getting up. Mysterio starts getting up and brings Punk with him but the tatted contender shoves him in the chest with both hands to create some distance and then blasts Rey with a stiff forearm.

As Mysterio is dazed, Punk grabs both of his shoulders and pushes him downward as he brings his knee upward, blasting Rey directly in the chest before throwing him to the side into the barricade. As Rey hits shoulder first and slinks to a sitting position holding his arm, Punk climbs onto the apron and then leaps off, delivering a kick to Mysterio’s upper body with both feet. Rey slumps over to his side as CM stands up and delivers a kick to the mouth, then grabs him and guides him up to a vertical base as Rey suddenly delivers a Headbutt and then grabs the sides of Punk’s head, dropping to his own knees with a Jawbreaker as CM is launched back. Mysterio gets off his knees quickly as he connects with a hard right to the staggering Punk, then grabs his head and drives him face first into the ring post. As Punk is dazed, Rey rolls him back into the ring and slides in after as he pulls CM to a seated position and applies a Sleeper Hold.

Tom Phillips: I know it’s the early goings of the match but one could argue that with the damage to Punk’s head and face after that ring post shot, Mysterio could choke him out here!

Mauro Ranallo: Stranger things have happened in the UWF, I suppose, but I think Punk is too motivated by righting the wrong of past defeat to let himself fade this quickly.

Corey Graves: Well I know AJ here would love nothing more than to see Punk pass out in the hold.

AJ Styles: Don’t freakin’ speak for me, Corey. If you knew me at all you’d know that what I’d love would be choking out Punk myself!

Heath Slater: Or Bray Wyatt!

Rhino: Gore.

CM manages to swing his arm and deliver a punch to Rey, then another, and a third for good measure as the hold loosens with each strike. After the third connects, Punk is able to stand as he grabs Rey’s arm and pulls it over his shoulder, using it to throw Mysterio over the shoulder and into a seated position. The former Intercontinental Champion now delivers a knee to the upper spine of his opponent and leaves it there as he grabs the wrists of the masked high flyer and pulls backward, wrenching as hard as he can. Mysterio cries out in pain as Punk is clearly enjoying inflicting that pain as the referee is monitoring the action closely to see if Rey wants to submit.

Tom Phillips: The tide has turned and now the former superhero is in danger of tapping out!

AJ Styles: Weak of Rey to let Punk into the driver’s seat that easily but I can’t say I’m surprised. When you’re a small fry like Mysterio, all you can do is drop the ball or dribble because Lord knows you aren’t tall enough to put the ball through the hoop!

Corey Graves: What’s your excuse then, you’re taller than Rey and dropped the ball yourself at Final Battle!

Heath Slater: At least AJ’s still competing and wasn’t retired to commentary because he couldn’t hang anymore!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia it’s getting tense out here.

Rhino: Gore.

As Rey looks to be at the end of his pain threshold, Punk lets go in a rare act of mercy but kicks him in the back of the head afterward so as not to be too merciful. CM pulls Rey to his feet and throws him backward into the nearest corner and starts pummeling him in the ribs with fast, underhanded punches using both fists. After this, he connects with an uppercut as he then grabs Rey and turns, leaping out of the corner with a Bulldog. As Mysterio rolls onto his back after impact, Punk delivers an Elbow Drop to the chest, visibly knocking the wind out of his opponent as he applies the Anaconda Vise! Soon after it’s applied, Joe climbs onto the apron as the referee sees him out of the corner of his eye and heads over as the two begin arguing. Then, the sound of a headset being slammed down is heard as soon, on the other side of the ring, AJ Styles enters with a steel chair in hand. He raises it over his head and swings but Punk, seeming to detect it, releases the hold and rolls out of the way as Mysterio gets clobbered instead! AJ looks on in disbelief for a moment but then turns his attention to Punk who charges him and kicks the chair into his face, sending him out of the ring.

CM grabs Rey and pulls him to his feet and then puts him on his shoulders, connecting with the GTS as Joe drops from the apron. Punk covers Rey.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, CM Punk!

Punk celebrates his win as AJ slides into the ring and takes a swing but Punk drops to the mat to avoid it and exits the ring. He and Joe head up the ramp with Punk smiling as cameras then cut to an incensed AJ as Revolution continues.








It's Pokemon and it's a MOBA and it's Free on Switch!






We head back to the ring where Eddie Kingston is standing by waiting for his 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.


VS


DING DING DING


The bell rings and Wyatt is busy waving to the fans and even takes a bow. Kingston is glaring at him as if he took his lunch money but Wyatt comes over and offers his hand. Kingston looks down at it and chuckles to himself. He knows Wyatt is a master of mind games but Eddie ain't got time for that shit. He simply comes forward and blasts Wyatt in the mouth with some forearms, backing him all the way across the ring into the corner where he keeps hitting him. The ref counts to 3 and Eddie backs off to the opposite corner. He takes off after Bray but the UWF Champion comes barreling out of the corner and cuts him off with a Running Body Block!

Wyatt is all smiles as he stands back up and looms over Eddie. He bends down and offer his hand to help him back to his feet. Kingston swats his hand away and scoots back to the ropes where he can pick himself up. Bray gives him an ovation for getting back to his feet but Eddie is tired of these games. He walks right over and givers him a shove. Bray looks a bit shocked by this but he returns his shove with one of his own. Eddie is pushed so hard that he bounces off the ropes but comes back with a Running Big Boot! Wyatt goes down and Eddie make the cover.



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Wyatt kicks out! Eddie brings Bray back up and brings him over to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle a few times before turning him around. Eddie throws Wyatt's arms over the ropes and delivers a big Knife Edge Chop to the chest. Wyatt giggles with excitement and pain like if you shock yourself playing a game. Kingston pushes him right back into the corner and delivers a second one! Wyatt suddenly grabs him and throws him into the corner saying "my turn" before delivering one of his own. He then pulls Eddie away and goes back to the corner and throws his own arms behind the ropes and yells out "do me". Kingston rolls his wrist, readying up for another shot but instead he goes low and knees Bray right in the gut.


Tom Phillips: Kingston doesn't have any time for Bray Wyatt's games.

Mauro Ranallo: We've seen this type of strategy before and while it may seem like it gives you an edge, it makes Bray sometimes lose his temper and when that happens, all hell breaks loose.

Corey Graves: I think hell breaking loose would actually be preferable to what Bray Wyatt becomes when he's angry.


Eddie drags Wyatt out of he corner, hooking both arms for a Butterfly Suplex. Wyatt sits back up but Kingston is there to kick him as he's trying to get back to his feet. Wyatt shoves him away to create some space but Eddie quickly moves back in. Wyatt jabs him with a Throat Thrust sending him retreating while coughing. Eddie is by the ropes and Bray comes running over to clothesline him to the outside except Kingston turns just in time and catches him with a Capture Suplex to the outside! Wyatt hits hard on the apron as he tumbles to the ground below.


Tom Phillips: Did you hear that thud as Wyatt hit the ring?

Mauro Ranallo: Heard it? I felt it.


Eddie exits the ring and goes to pick up Bray off the floor but the UWF Champion comes to life and rams him back first into the ring apron! Wyatt then brings him over to the barricade where he delivers a Back Suplex onto the barricade! Kingston falls to his hands and knees a reaches for his back but Bray picks him up and tosses him right back into the ring. He slides in after him and watches as Eddie crawls to the corner, using the ropes to help him up. As soon as he turns around, Bray is charging after him, nailing a Body Avalanche in the corner! Kingston falls forward and Bray turns him around to make the pin.



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Kingston kicks out! Bray helps Eddie back up to his feet and places him in the corner, dusting him off and the patting him on the head. A scowl comes across the Prime Time Medal owner's face and he just starts unloading with punches to any open spot he can find,, face body, arm, it doesn't matter, Kingston's just swinging on him. Wyatt turns away to escape from the onslaught but Eddie grabs both of his arms and pulls them behind him before popping his hips back to nail a Tiger Driver! He stays bridges for the pin!



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Wyatt gets the shoulder up at 2! Eddie ends up kneeling over Bray an grabs his head with one hand and just starts punching him in the face with the other. He's clearly frustrated with how Bray has been toying with him and the ref counts to 4 but Eddie won't stop. The ref has to pull Eddie off of Bray and tell him he's going to disqualify him if he breaks the rules one more time. Eddie seems to calm down as he walks back over to a down and out UWF Champion.


Corey Graves: If you ask me, that should have been a DQ right there. Kingston isn't a wrestler he's a street fighter.

Mauro Ranallo: That's the beauty of our sport Corey, all different styles competing.

Corey Graves: Don't ever talk about beauty when speaking about Eddie Kingston. There ain't nothing pretty about him and I don't mean that in a good way.


Eddie brings Wyatt back up to a vertical base. He's pulls him in close to set up for the Ura-nage but Bray starts elbowing him in the side of the head to break free. Eddie walks away but comes right back at Wyatt only for Bray to kick him in the gut and lift him straight into the air for a Vertical Suplex. Instead of coming down, he simply tosses Eddie to the side and he comes down awkwardly on his side. Wyatt follows up with a Running Senton taking all the wind out of Kingston. Wyatt's not done however as he delivers a second one followed by a third and a fourth! Finally after a fifth one, he stays on top of Kingston for the ref to make the count.



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Kingston's foot reaches the bottom rope! Wyatt gets back to a vertical base and brings Eddie up along with him. He figures it's time to end this already and he bends Eddie back over his knee. He goes to kiss him on the forehead but Kingston starts swinging at this head and then brings him in to bite his forehead! Wyatt retreats as Eddie falls to the mat but picks himself back up right away. He runs at Bray and takes him down with a big Lariat! He pulls the UWF Champion back up but Bray suddenly goes for his eyes and starts digging his thumbs into them! Kingston manages to get his hands away from his face but a Headbutt followed by a Uranage takes him down. Wyatt then stands over Kingston and just sits on his chest pinning him to the mat. The ref goes to make the count but Bray places his hands around Eddie's neck and just starts choking him.


Tom Phillips: Oh come on now, that's not legal.

Corey Graves: Eddie wants to fight dirty, two can play that game. He put this on himself.


The ref doesn't count, instead tries to pry Wyatt's hands away from Kingston's throat. He can't quite do it and when Eddie's feet stop kicking, the reef has no choice but to disqualify the champion.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as a result of a Disqualification, Eddie Kingston!


A slight pop is heard but it's mostly boos as Wyatt doesn't let up until.






Punk comes running out from the back and Wyatt gets off of Kingston back up to his feet. He watches Punk with a smile but from behind, Samoa Joe enters the ring and places him in the Coquina Clutch! Wyatt was caught off guard and has no way of escaping. Punk casually walks into the ring and looks at Wyatt who looks almost scared. That look however seems to go away as he slowly loses consciousness. Before he can fully fade however, Joe lets go and gives him to Punk who hoists the Champion on his shoulders. He looks directly into the camera with a smirk on his face before delivering the GTS! Joe goes over and takes the UWF Championship and hands it to Punk. Punk raises it up high for all to see before laying it over Wyatt and heading to the back as the show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW


Confirmed for Summerslam

UWF Championship
Bray Wyatt vs CM Punk

Intercontinental Championship
Falls Count Anywhere
WARHORSE vs Seth Rollins

Prime Time Medal
Eddie Kingston vs Murphy


Credits
Styles vs Ciampa - George
Punk vs Mysterio - Dresden
Crews vs Rollins - Fauche
Lawlor vs Cena, Swoggle vs Murphy, Kingston vs Wyatt - Danny

[Evolution J]

Amazing show as always. Another tough week for the rps this week. But I do see some people active rping which is a good thing. Congrats to Jye on his win. He deserved it. Thanks to Danny for writing my match. I give props to everyone who help write the show and to those who rps for their matches that doesn't include me. Summerslam is looking good. The matches were amazing between Apollo and Seth. Eddie Kingston won by DQ over Bray Wyatt. Now that looks good. I would know. Tom Lawler killed it as always. Even though I am going to miss his LA Knight character. I am looking forward to Jye's Buddy Murphy winning his first championship win! Chiampa may have lost. But he still look good. Good match between Rey Mysterio and CM Punk.


Before I go. I just want to say Seth Rollin is UWF dark monster which is way better than my. Anyway, I am out.

[Fauche]

Solid show. Promos tonight were top notch, with that opening Seth / WARHORSE segment probs being the highlight. I'm a big fan of what Destruction is doing with Rollins these days, and I think George has really established a high bar that needs to be cleared if you wanna get past him, which is exactly what you wanna see in a champion. Sam coming back with a great spot with Conway and Dean as well. Also hyped to see Sami Zayn head up north if it means the return of Eco-Warrior Lance Storm.

Big thanks to Dres for writing a good match for Chase and I. Much apreesh. I like AJ still being in the mix - maybe this sets up Styles and Mysterio next, idk, but obvs there's unfinished business between our dudes. Finna fight forever. Shout out to ada2 for stepping up in that thread this week. There isn't a tougher match-up here and he brought it, looking forward to our match this week.

Also also, Danny having to write like 3 matches every week sucks. We've got maybe 15, 16 active dudes right now and maybe an average of 25-30 matches a month. That might even be a little high, who knows? But if three dudes write one match a week over four monthly shows, it almost works out perfect that every other person writing at least one match a month would cover the rest. After committing time and energy to real life, jobs, families / partners, other hobbies, maybe you don't have a lot left to put into this e-fed besides tt'ing and promo'ing sometimes. That's super cool. Don't over-extend yourself cause that's not good. But this is a co-operative project / game, and the more that more people contribute, the better it can be. It's not just writing matches - Rey's ppv graphics, Dres' Dose - that stuff is great too and having dudes contribute extra stuff like that is awesome. But putting the burden of that much writing one guy almost every week is an unfair ask that can only be fixed by more people volunteering more time and work when they can. Maybe writing matches isn't as gratifying or enjoyable as tt'ing, but that's a part of this. Someone's gotta to do, and if that someone is mostly everyone, then that would be terrific. Not trying to single people out or shame anyone, just that treating the UWF as a group responsibility seems like a better approach.

[George]

Loved writing this opening promo, feel like I didn’t really have an angle going into this Intercontinental Championship match coming on up. It really feels like it’s something going into it and not randomly placed. Love it.

Fuck the Jye- Buddy Murphy mania. Dude ain’t even in a lane let alone the Warhorse’s one, Eddie gon’ beat his ass blue.

Did someone else use Dean recently? I think Dres did but I don’t remember who it was paired with.

Moreover in this promo, dude ain’t even interacted/met Warhorse, heck he talking about how he’s gonna kick anyone’s ass. Dude’s getting a boot- scratch that- a leg up his ass. Chump ass bogan.

I also enjoyed writing this little Styles vs Ciampa match, I kinda wish I started it earlier since then it’d have a lot more content within this one. I kinda just posted the entrances in a doc and forgot about it. Also I only really noticed that Rhyno and Heath are meant to be there as I was posting them, they went Thanos disappear mode for like the duration of the match.

The only interviewer is Renee Young, all others are posers.

Heckin good match with Seth and Apollo.

Fuck the AJ Styles, Punk supremacy now.

Ada’s Eddie Kingston is incredibly strong, getting that dub no matter how means he probably won that thread, does make a man scared and start wearing certain belts tighter.

Also moreover on Fauche’s ting, it would be very nice to see a wider variety of people helping out on matches. When Danny says he’s writing 4 or whatever, I always make sure to help out on that, and I’m known for not particularly liking writing matches due to my *undiagnosed short attention span*. Most of them are like 1k matches that aren’t even too hard to pump out, a lockup, a control, a slow rise, a shutdown, a comeback, another shutdown or straight to finish, boom ya done. Would love to see some people at least try to, I know Ev J helped out a few weeks back and I appreciated that greatly. If ya got the time, we all got our infamous problems in this sad society but nevertheless, it’d be nice!

[Evolution J]

Jul 25, 2021 8:09:54 GMT -6 George said:

Loved writing this opening promo, feel like I didn’t really have an angle going into this Intercontinental Championship match coming on up. It really feels like it’s something going into it and not randomly placed. Love it.

Fuck the Jye- Buddy Murphy mania. Dude ain’t even in a lane let alone the Warhorse’s one, Eddie gon’ beat his ass blue.

Did someone else use Dean recently? I think Dres did but I don’t remember who it was paired with.

Moreover in this promo, dude ain’t even interacted/met Warhorse, heck he talking about how he’s gonna kick anyone’s ass. Dude’s getting a boot- scratch that- a leg up his ass. Chump ass bogan.

I also enjoyed writing this little Styles vs Ciampa match, I kinda wish I started it earlier since then it’d have a lot more content within this one. I kinda just posted the entrances in a doc and forgot about it. Also I only really noticed that Rhyno and Heath are meant to be there as I was posting them, they went Thanos disappear mode for like the duration of the match.

The only interviewer is Renee Young, all others are posers.

Heckin good match with Seth and Apollo.

Fuck the AJ Styles, Punk supremacy now.

Ada’s Eddie Kingston is incredibly strong, getting that dub no matter how means he probably won that thread, does make a man scared and start wearing certain belts tighter.

Also moreover on Fauche’s ting, it would be very nice to see a wider variety of people helping out on matches. When Danny says he’s writing 4 or whatever, I always make sure to help out on that, and I’m known for not particularly liking writing matches due to my *undiagnosed short attention span*. Most of them are like 1k matches that aren’t even too hard to pump out, a lockup, a control, a slow rise, a shutdown, a comeback, another shutdown or straight to finish, boom ya done. Would love to see some people at least try to, I know Ev J helped out a few weeks back and I appreciated that greatly. If ya got the time, we all got our infamous problems in this sad society but nevertheless, it’d be nice!

I didn't expect my name to be mentioned at all. I honestly thought my invisible cloak was working for me. I guess I was wrong. Anyhow the show was amazing. A lot of interesting debuts and feuds coming out of the show. Things are looking good. Props to all the writers and to Danny who basically wrote a lot of matches by himself. I am willing to help out since it would be useful and helpful to everyone in this E-Fed. So Buddy Murphy fought for Billie Kay against Hornswoggle. Smooth move. Buddy vs Eddie vs Warhorse in a 3 way I.C. Championship match look interesting. Eddie and Bray tore the house down. I already knew that was going to happen. I should expect a good match between Chiampa and Matt Sydal. It would be tough for me to choose to see win the I.C. Championship from Warhorse since I know Jye extremely well.  AJ vs Chiampa was a good hard fought match. I wondered if Sami Zayn is training him old character who might be his new protege. I know it doesn't have anything to do with me. That is for sure. Over all, everyone killed it except for my bum ass. lol.