Post by Danny on Jul 29, 2021 16:04:17 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.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partner Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves and guys, we've got an action packed edition tonight.
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE IS IN ACTION WHAT DO YOU EXPECT!
Corey Graves: I expect Filthy Tom Lawlor to to wipe the floor with him that's what. Not to be confused with when Rob Conway wipes away that stain of a Wrestler in Hornswoggle. How is he even employed here?
Tom Phillips: He sells a ton of merch what do you expect.
Corey Graves: He's not even kid friendly! Further proof that kids are dumb.
Mauro Ranallo: Well we've got other great matches this week such as The Complete AJ Styles taking on a darker Seth Rollins than we're used to seeing.
Corey Graves: He came into UWF attacking Bobby Roode from behind, I think he's been like this way before Bray Wyatt's influence.
Tom Phillips: Speaking of Wyatt, his opponent last week and his opponent at Summerslam we'll do battle for the first time ever in a UWF. It's Eddie Kingston vs CM Punk in our main event!
Mauro Ranallo: But first, lets get to the action right away when Tomasso Ciampa takes on Matt Sydal. Take it away Chimel!
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.
My Time to Fly by Mikey Ruckus blares over the P. A. System causing a ubiquitous energetic wave to resound from the fans as Matt Sydal makes his way out to the stage while Ciampa looks on from the ring. Matt clasps his hands together in a pray taunt position while he is tucking his head down.
Ring announcer:
From Saint Louis Missouri , residing in Clearwater , Tampa Florida
weighing 165 lbs...Matt Sydal!
Matt Sydal raises his arms up with twin peace sign finger gesture while screaming emphatically. He points to his forehead as he makes his way down the aisle. As he reaches the end of the ramp he executed his signature nifty slide under the bottom ring apron rope. He points to his third eye on the forehead again as he nods.
DING! DING!
Ciampa is not impressed as he look at Matt and Matt Sydal walk over to him to give him a handshake. Ciampa looks at the crowd and he turn to look at Matt as he raise his hand out. He shakes the hand out with Matt as he begin to smile and he laugh while he keep on shaking Matt’s hand. Then Ciampa’s smile disappears as he brings Matt closer and he knocks him down with a huge clothesline.
Mauro Ranallo: What a huge clothesline from Ciampa
Tom Philiips: So much for the handshake and respect.
Corey Graves: Please shut up for one minute. You can’t get respect from Ciampa that easily. You have to earn it. That is called tough love boys.
Matt goes near the ring ropes as Ciampa follows him and he starts stomping hard on Sydal. Then Ciampa pull him away from the ropes as he pick him up and he slams him down with a German suplex. He runs over to him as he lay down on Matt and he cover him for the pin.
1 and a kick out.
Ciampa grabs Matt’s head as he put him in a Sicilian Stretch and Matt is screaming in pain. Ciampa keep on pushing on the pressure as Matt managed to crawl himself over to the ring ropes and he grab it.
The referee tells Ciampa to stop as he let go and Matt use the time to breathe while Ciampa yell at the referee. He turn around and he grab Matt by the hair as Sydal kick him in the chest. He hits a backslide pin as the referee see it and he begin the count.
1……….
2……….
and a kick out.
Ciampa is shock as he almost lose to Matt and he turn around. He runs at Sydal with a clothesline and Sydal ducks as he hits a jumping high knee. He knock Ciampa down as Matt runs over to the turnbuckle. He quickly climbs up and he jumps off the turnbuckle. He hits the Shooting Sydal as Ciampa roll out of the way and Sydal hits the ring mat hard. Ciampa crawl over to Matt as he grab both of his legs and he places him into a Cloverleaf. Matt is screaming in pain as Ciampa is pushing on the pressure and the referee goes to check on Matt.
Sydal refused to tap out as he shook his head no. Matt reaches out to grab the ring ropes as Ciampa keeps on pushing on the pressure while Sydal is screaming in pain. Sydal keeps on pushing himself forward as Ciampa leans back and he puts more pressure on Matt’s leg. The referee goes to Sydal as he looks at him and Sydal is in tears because his legs are about to break. Then Sydal pushes himself up as he manages to push Ciampa back and Ciampa notices that. Ciampa lets go of the Cloverleaf as he gets up and he watches Sydal holding both of his legs in pain. Ciampa walks over to Matt as he grabs him and he throws him to the turnbuckle in the corner. He starts kicking him in the chest and he starts chopping him in the chest. Then he stops and he grabs Matt as he whip him over to the other turnbuckle. Matt hits the turnbuckle as he goes down in pain. and Ciampa is laughing. He runs at Matt as Sydal suddenly jumps and he hits a huge rolling savate on Ciampa. Ciampa is down as Sydal crawls over to him and he picks Ciampa up. He hits the Aftershock on him and crawls over to him and he covers him.
1………
2………
and a kick out.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh My God! Ciampa had just kicked out!
Tom Phillips: Wow! I thought Sydal won the match already!
Corey Graves: Of course Ciampa is mentally prepared for everything. He makes Matt think he won the match. But never count him out because he is full of surprises. That is why he is called the Psycho Killer for a reason!
Matt holds his head as he can’t believe it. He picks up Ciampa again as he hits the Double Underhook PileDriver. Ciampa is down again. Matt crawls over to Ciampa’s legs as he stretches himself over and he grabs Ciampa’s head. He places him in the Namaste Lock as Ciampa is screaming in pain. The referee goes to to him and check on him. The referee ask him if he gives up and Ciampa shakes his head no. Matt keep on putting on more pressure on the hold as he hear Ciampa screaming and Ciampa tries to crawl himself to the ropes. He take his hand out as he tries to reach the ropes and he see he can’t reach it. He managed to move slowly to the ring ropes as Matt keep on putting on more pressure and Ciampa feel he is almost there. Then he keep on pushing himself forward and he finally grab the ring ropes as Sydal have no choice to let go. Ciampa is holding his neck as Matt walk over to him and he grab him. Matt tries to hit the Here It is Driver as Ciampa stops it and he reverse it into a huge Fairy Tail Ending. Sydal falls down as he is knock out and Ciampa hook the leg.
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2………
3……….
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tommaso Ciampa!
Tommasso Ciampa is still celebrating in the ring when his music suddenly cuts out. He turns to look up the ramp, wondering why, when the big screen lights up with another man's highlight reel. A new tune plays through the PA, as well.
The epic sound of Wolfgang Van Halen radiated over the arena as we're immediately met with the arrival of Chael Sonnen, who stands upon the entrance ramp with a mixed assortment of cheers, and jeers. After looking over the crowd, Chael motions his hand as his personal hand picked man, Tom Lawlor makes his arrival onto the scene. Both men are fixated on the ring itself. Chael has kept his "I don't give a crap" demeanor as he ignores all the people down the ramp. On the flip side, Tom gives some of the people their money's worth, pounding a few fist, clapping a few hands -- the usual stuff.
Graves: Tom Lawlor is geared up and ready for action. Looks like Tony Chimel is heading up into the ring now, too. I guess we're starting this match next match off ASAP.
Ranallo: Well, the UWF does guarantee non-stop action for its fans around the world.
Phillips: Normally our superstars wait until the ring is cleared out before making their entrances. I can't help but feel like Sonnen and Filthy Tom are poking the bear a bit, here.
Lawlor climbs into the ring with Chael following right behind. Ciampa is standing in the center of the ring, unsure if he should be preparing for a fight or not. The former MMA competitor walks right past him, brushing shoulders before heading towards the far turnbuckle to climb up and pose. Tommaso looks like he might just take that shit personally, but as he turns around to confront Lawlor, Sonnen hurries around to stand between them.
Ciampa isn't a man to back down from a fair fight, but when Filthy Tom steps down from the buckle, he can see that the numbers are stacked against him, and coming off a hard-fought win over Matt Sydal, he isn't exactly feeling fresh. So Ciampa nods, registering the slight with a look in his eye like suggesting this ain't over by a long shot. He puts his hands in the air and backs away, eyes piercing a hole through the promotional newcomer. Just as he climbs through the ropes, Tony comes in through the other side.
Chimel: The following contest is a Non-Title Match and is set for one-fall!
Introducing first, being cornered by Chael Sonnen... weighing in at 205 pounds... from Las UpdateYourProfile, Nevada... "Filthy" Tom Lawlor!
The fans sound split on Tom, but the reaction is pops off big. No doubt the people are eager to see him compete tonight.
Sonnen and Lawlor turn to face the ramp when Slayer hits the PA next.
The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs and championship held in hand with a strong grip. The Warhorse sympathizers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans, throw 'em up brother.
Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, the UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse!
The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts marching down to the ramp with all of the intensity in his feet in the world. Revvin' those suckers up for an ass ruling of massive proportions. He slides up onto the apron, swinging his championship belt up and stands, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as we hit the chorus:
RAINING BLOOD,
FROM A LACERATED SKY,
BLEEDING IT'S HORROR,
CREATING MY STRUCTURE,
NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.
The Warhorse headbangs like crazy as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. He twirls from the rapid headbanging over towards the corner and as the song finishes the Warhorse stands strong waits for this one to get underway, passing off his treasured championship belt, and thinks about ruling some goddamn ass, baby, brother, dude, boy.
Sonnen whispers one last piece of advice in Tom's ear before heading to the outside. The Official ensures both men are good to go while Chimel exits the ring as well, then calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Lawlor has an easy-going swagger about him as he strolls towards the center of the ring. He shakes out his arms, bounces lightly from foot to foot, and smiles at the outlandish appearance of his opponent. "Filthy Tom" obviously isn't impressed or worried about the Intercontinental Champ. From his home corner, The Bad Guy chimes in with some smug trash talking.
Warhorse has had more than enough of that junk, brother. He walks straight up to Tom and decks him in the kisser with a straight right! The crowd pops, always happy to watch the brash Champ get to work. Lawlor's head snaps to the side, but he stays planted on is feet. His tongue pokes around at his teeth, making sure none are dislodged. Once he's confident he's still got a smile intact, he turns back to Warhorse and dares him to try that again.
Graves: Lawlor just took Warhorse's best shot and is asking for seconds. Wow.
Phillips: THAT WASN'T EVEN CLOSE TO HIS BEST SHOT, NERD!
The IC Champ feints with another jab. Tom gets his hands up, looking like he was hoping for a counter-strike, or maybe to catch the hand or something. Who's to say? It all gets turned around on him when Warhorse opts to go low instead, booting his opponent in the tummy to double him over. The Hesher then feeds consecutive knee strikes into Tom's face before whipping him towards a turnbuckle.
Lawlor is propelled at top speed straight into the corner. His chest connects with the padding, which does little to quell the hurt upon impact. The Mixed Martial Artist gasps for breath, and his troubles only get worse when the Champ clips him from behind with a Woo Dropkick! Warhorse plants his boots into the other man's kidneys, plastering up against the turnbuckle with extreme prejudice. The UWF's resident Metalhead lands on his back, sommersaults in reverse and pops up a few feet away. As Tom staggers back, gasping for air like a winded gupee, Warhorse snatches him from behind with one hand around the waist and the other wrapped up around the shoulder.
Before "Filthy" Tom can say "USADA sucks and effed my fighting career for no good reason", Warhorse sends him soaring with a Half-and-Half Suplex!
Ranallo: I can't say for certain how Tom Lawlor takes his coffee, but he'll have to settle for taking his suplexes half-and-half tonight!
Phillips: HALF-ASS, HALF-RULED, BROTHER BROTHER!
Graves: I would literally take a pay cut to be able to call these shows alone like Joey Styles.
Lawlor's shoulders slam into the canvas. His neck crunches up as he flops over. Warhorse quickly gets him on to his back then hooks a leg, looking straight down at the flabbergasted Chael P. Sonnen as he puts this one away early and emphatically...
1...
2...
No! Lawlor kicks out at two! Uncle Chael breaths a heavy sigh of relief before getting his poker face back on. He's starts jawing with Warhorse, insisting the IC Champ doesn't have anything that'll put his boy down for the three count. Warhorse throws some horns up, popping the crowd, before transition to a single finger aimed directly at the corner man from the mean streets of West Linn, Oregon.
Ranallo: Warhorse needs to be careful not to get too distracted by Chael Sonnen at ringside. The Bad Guy has a penchant for getting into people's heads.
Graves: He retired undefeated and undisputed after beating every champion of every organization. Undoubtedly the greatest Mixed Martial Artist of All Time and you can already see that knowledge passing on to Tom Lawlor, who's mixing it with his wrestling prowess to quickly establish him as a top contender here in the UWF.
Phillips: DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT RIGHT NOW, NATCH!
Warhorse throws the horns up again then pats his elbow, letting it be known what he's got in store next. With the fans cheering him on and the Referee begging him not to go there, the Hesher heads for the corner. He scales the rungs, reaches the top and turns to line up his enemy in his sights. Sonnen is beside himself. He's kneeling up on the apron, screaming at the Ref to learn the rules and enforce them. Warhorse isn't paying attention anymore. Lawlor's laying prone right on the landing pad. The Champ takes off, his pointed elbow headed for the chest...
Phillips: HELL YEAH LET'S GOOOOOO!
Ranallo: Warhorse incoming!
But wait! Lawlor catches him with an armbar! Just as Warhorse lands, Tom scooches to the side to avoid taking too much damage while shooting his legs up to snag that deadly elbow out of the air! He immediately extends the limb straight up and pulls the elbow the wrong way against his leg! Warhorse cries out in pain as his limb it torqued at the awkward angle. He desperately tries to pull away, put like a Chinese Finger trap, the more he yanks, the worse it gets.
Tom doubles down on the effort, grinding and twisting to inflict even more damage. Warhorse attempts to pry his arm free one more time, but he can't wrestle off the Filthy One's grip. The Official leans in, asking the Champ if he wants to submit. Through gritted teeth, Warhorse refuses, instead electing to begin the slow journey to the sanctuary of the ropes. With the tendons in his arm threatening to snap at any second, the Metalhead uses his free arm to drag both his and his opponent's weight away from the middle of the ring. Lawlor does what he can to stay planted, but with his arms and legs dedicated to the sub, the best he can offer is a sandbag.
Warhorse feels all two-hundred-and-five pounds of deadweight as he inches to safety. After making it a few feet closer, he has to stop and catch his breath. That small break gives Lawlor time to readjust, and with an expert swivel of his hips, he somehow finds a way to add even more pressure! The Champ gasps, utterly shocked by the waves of hurt coursing through his body with each pulse of the heart now. His arm is so jacked up that it looks like his elbow might pop through the other side.
Graves: "Filthy" Tom is about to snap Warhorse's arm right off!
Ranallo: As we saw a few weeks ago in the G1 Climax Tournament, Warhorse wouldn't rather pass out than tap out, but there's something to be said for living to fight another day. He has an Intercontinental Title defense coming up at Summerslam, and an injury could drastically hurt his odds of retaining. Or worse, if it was bad enough, force him to vacate the championship!
Phillips: BULLSHIT! HIS BONES ARE MADE OF METAL YOU CAN'T BREAK THEM! WOLVERINE!
Beads of sweat rain down from Warhorse' brow. Sonnen is mocking him from ringside while Tom is pulling back with all of his might. The Champ raises his quivering hand, threatening the tap...
But with one last burst of energy, yeets himself towards the ropes and manages to catch the bottom with the tips of his fingers! The crowd screams in delight while the Ref demands the Mixed Martial Artist release the hold. Lawlor agrees, but uses the better part of a five count to untangle himself.
Warhorse rolls away, clutching his messed up arm, writhing in pain. There may be snapped tendons, or even a cracked bone. No time for a proper medical diagnosis, though. Lawlor is relentless. He pulls his opponent up from behind, hastily firing him back with an Exploder Suplex! The Hesher is smashed into the canvas at top speed, so hard that the ring rattles. With Chael shouting at Tom to go for the cover, the promotional newcomer doesn't waste any time in diving on top and hooking a leg to end it...
1...
2...
No! Warhorse kicks out! It means shooting up the shoulder on his bad arm, which instantly takes a toll. You can tell by the grimace on his mug.
Tom scoops him up again, perhaps looking for another suplex. Warhorse stymies his efforts with a headbutt to the nose! Stumbling back, Lawlor is left wide open for a dropkick. The Champ leaves his feet to paint his foe's chest with two soles, the force of the maneuver sending the Nevadan hurtling into the ropes.
Ranallo: Oh! Nice dropkick from Warhorse!
Graves: That's about all he's capable of right now.
Phillips: GOOD THING HIS MOVE IS LITERALLY STOMPING ON FOOLS, FOOL.
Catching himself on the ropes, Tom bounces back. He has the wherewithal to go headhunting with a lariat, but Warhorse ducks it jus as he's getting back to his feet. Lawlor breezes by and the Champ spins to grab him before nailing a vicious German Suplex! Tom spills out across the mat after being annihilated by the move, and the Metalhead capitalizes with his second pin attempt of the match...
1...
2...
Lawlor kicks out just after two! As Warhorse is kneeling to get up, the Filthy One slugs him with a jagged elbow strike to the side of the head that sends him reeling. The Intercontinental Champ stumbles towards a nearby corner, using the rungs to catch himself and find his footing. After catching his breath and shaking some of the dizzy off, Tom comes back after him. He nails Warhorse coming out of the corner with a Superman Punch, then props him up into a seated position up on the top of the buckle.
The Mixed Martial Artist shows that he isn't afraid to do some old school southern wrasslin' when he goes all Cowboy Bob, looking for a Superplex. He hooks the head with his arm while planting his feet as safely as he can on the ropes. Sensing the danger of the situation, Warhorse catches some kinda second wind and slugs his opponent in the guts to break up the hold. Lawlor lets go and starts to wobble. A follow-up head-butt does the trick, knocking him clean off the ropes! Sonnen turns away, unable to watch as his meal ticket lands flat back on the canvas.
Warhorse defiantly throws up the horns with his mangled arm and then leaps from the top, his boots aiming for Lawlor's torso...
Phillips: ASS RUUUUUUUUUUULER!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Tom rolls out of the way just at Warhorse hits the mat! The Champ is shocked, but obvs lands on his feet. He scowls down at the battered Filthy Man, happy to doll out some more damage if that's what it's gonna take. Warhorse leans down to scrape him up when all of a sudden, the lights in the arena fizz out, flashing on and off a few times before the titantron fires to life. All eyes are on the big screen as a strange sight appears...
The haunting image of Seth Rollins stuns the arena silent. Warhorse gawks up at the big screen like "WTF is even that?". The distraction proves to be just enough to give Lawlor some time to recover. "Filthy" Tom grabs Warhorse while his back is turned, delivering a snap German Suplex! Warhorse is turned inside out, rolling to end up in a seated position just in time to take a Sliding Lariat from Lawlor has he comes rebounding off the ropes!
The Champ is flattened by the high velocity shot and Lawlor doesn't hesitate to hook both legs for the pinfall...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
"FILTHY" TOM LAWLOR!
A lot of the crowd aren't happy about the result, but safe to say their boos are directed more at Rollins and his bizarre interference rather than Tom picking up the win. While Lawlor has his hand raised, Chael climbs in the ring to celebrate with him, but hastily ushers him through the ropes and up the ramp to get away from the angered mob that is the capacity crowd.
Ranallo: A disappointing conclusion to an excellent back-and-forth match. Seth Rollins has gone off the deep end. This feud between him and Warhorse is getting personal.
Graves: All that aside, you can't take anything away from Tom Lawlor, who showed us that he what it takes to hang at the championship level in the UWF. I wouldn't be surprised to see a title match in his near future.
Ranallo: Well, we'll have to wait and see if Tommaso Ciampa has anything to say about that, too.
Phillips: ... ... WHAT A BUNCHA BULLSHIT!
Warhorse sits up, still clutching his hurt arm, shaking his head in disappointment. The fans attempt to cheer him up with some chanting his name, but the Metalhead only has one thing in mind right now - some sweet revenge of Seth freakin' Rollins. Revolution continues elsewhere.
We go backstage where Rob Conway and his cohort Simon Dean are standing having a conversation
Rob Conway: Hey Dean-man, you wanted to speak to me about bringing in fashion advisor?... are you serious?
Simon Dean: Trust me on this one... I'm not saying you need a fashion consultant... but it can't hurt can it?
Rob Conway: Are you kidding me, have you seen me, have you seen all this?. I have single digit body-fat... thanks to you, I have a face loved worldwide, the face that sold UWF to a wider audience, the face of television. You are looking at the 'Model of Excellence' my man, I don't need an image consultant or a fashion advisor or whatever you want to call it.
Simon Dean: I don't know... I know this guy, he's another Simon System success story and you know what Rob, you actually know him already.
Rob Conway: Who could it possibly be?...
Simon Dean whispers into Conway's ear
Rob Conway: No way, I haven't seen that guy in fifteen damn years, last I heard he was doing some Frenchie talk shows in Montreal, I'm not letting him ride my coat-tails, this is my time, this is 'The Conman's time. Why would I even associate myself with...
Dean pulls a face as if to say he's right there, Conway's face drops and turns around to see his new fashion consultant...
Sylvan: Bonsoir mon ami, long time no see. What's it been?, ten?, fifteen years?... I'd just like to say, merci for this opportunity and I won't let you down. I know you need that supermodel touch to help your image, your associate has been telling me all about it. We need to get you back on top and who better to help than Sylvan. Remember La Resistance all those years ago?, remember the success, now just imagine how much success we can have together now mon ami. I have seen the future and I have one word to describe it... magnifique!
Conway looks Sylvan up and down as if he's seen a ghost from his past.
Rob Conway: Let me get one thing straight Sly, La Resistance was fifteen years ago and yeah it was a good time, I had a great time. But I'm older and wiser, I ain't French anymore and I'm a one man show now... but you know what, I heard you've been a bit down on your luck, so you know what?... I'll give you a chance, but Simon?, if this doesn't work... it ain't on 'The Conman', it's on you.
Sylvan: Merci, merci, merci!... I will not let you down Robert, I'll prove the worth of Sylvan to you.
Conway walks off while Simon talks to Sylvan, reassuring him how fruitful this relationship will be.
The scene opens with Paul Heyman on the receiving end of a phone call. Paul is seen nodding his head repeatedly before acknowledging the ‘good news.’ He eventually thanks the other end for the information provide on the call before hanging up. Paul tucks his iPhone away in his back pocket and spins around to the sight of Seth Rollins taping his wrist together.
Paul Heyman: Well, I’m sure you don’t give a damn but I figured I’d let you know anyway: Josh Matthews is finally out of the hospital. He’s fully recovered from the CONCUSSION that you gave him.
Paul Heyman awaits a response from Seth, but he only gets crickets.
Paul Heyman: Yeah, I figured as much. I Didn’t think that would get a response from you since only certain things do these days. But honestly Seth, it’s been months. What exactly is going on?
Seth pauses with his actions for a moment and reluctantly looks up. A slightly sinister sneer appears over his face before he speaks.
Seth Rollins: What I’ve been doing lately is taking matters into my own hands. Everything in life is about vibration’s right? My actions alone will soon start to change things in the present and the future. Besides, I got tired of waiting on the Universe to grant and bless me with the desires that I know I deserve. So instead of patiently waiting, I decided to start shifting things in my favor.
Paul Heyman: Ever since Bray beat you & abducted you, you’ve been different. What exactly happened? You even skipped the scheduled interview that we had planned to reveal that to the world. You were literally no where to be found. What exactly is going on?
Seth Rollins:When the time is right, the world will get that knowledge. In due time, I can assure you that the world will get the answers that they desire.
Paul Heyman: Whenever you want to do that interview let me know and I can schedule it. Hell we can do it next week, or at Summer Slam?
Seth Rollins: I will let you know. But until then, WE have work to do. That work being to implement phase one of the grand plan: wipe that hideous stain of a champion Warhorse out and reclaim gold—at ANY costs and by ANY means necessary.
Paul Heyman: You’ve got atleast one partner in me for that mission and any mission you can curate after that. I can’t stand the idea of War Horse being a champion, it’s repulsive and it makes my skin crawl. I mean who on Earth would ALLOW such a travesty to occur on our airwaves?
Seth Rollins: It’s no longer about who allowed it, but it’s about who is going to do something about it; and that’s us.
Paul Heyman: It sounds like Music to my ears. But first, we handle Mr. Styles.
Seth Rollins: Bingo.
The scene fades to black as Seth continues to tape his hands and Paul begins to rub his hands and smirk.
We enter the Firefly Funhouse as Bray Wyatt is playing tug-of-War with the UWF Championship and Rhodey who has the strap in his "mouth, Wyatt notices the camera and suddenly gives the title one big tug to get it out of the puppets grasp and flip it unto his shoulder.
Bray Wyatt: HELL OOOOOO Everyone, and a mighty fine welcome to ya'll to everyones favoritest place in the whole wide world...The FIREFLY FUUUNHOUSE! Hahahahhaha! Oh it's soo great to have you all come and visit me today, especially with such an important day on the horizon. Ya see my little Fireflies, the U Dubya Eff has been around for a Looooong long time, but this little slice of the pie we're living in is the Revolution era. And in the Revolution Era, I'm nearing a very important number. Today marks 215 days holding all my redemption and potential in my hand, and in just a few short weeks I will break this new eras record of holding this championship. A special day I've been counting the seconds to, because it will mark a true change. Ya see, back in the day I was never any good at these kinds of Statstics, sure I'd come close...Rhodey, Damien, even Cabrito were close to cementing their names but gosh darn it, if luck always seems out of our reach....But Now! hee hee, Now I'm a totally different person, now I am better than I ever was...and what better way to prove it, than By The Numbers!
Wyatt pauses and gets a little shiver.
Ooh, I don't know why but those last three words gave me a weird feeling.
Wyatt shakes it off and continues on.
Numbers are truly a fascinating thing, you can argue and even change opinions...but Numbers, well just like me with all of you, They NEVER lie! HAhaha, and this particular number, oh it's gonna say the most wonderful things. But Punk, well he wants to make a liar outta me, and I get why. If he makes others liars just like him, then he won't have to feel so gosh darn bad about his basketball shorts being on fire. I mean, as far as I know, he thinks I'm all about smoke and mirrors and he's gonna take me down because he's better. It's not the first time I hear this one, it actually kinda disappoints me that he's got the Intimidating Joe with him, he's got such a reputation and now Experience from different worlds entirely in his pockets, No one silencing him whatsoever from letting loose a big ole nasty Pipebomb, and all the Voice of the Voiceless truly has for me is "imma beat ya up Mister". Heh heh, I guess in the face of something you don't truly understand, you default. I thought Punky was gonna be better than that, heck he's been the talk-a-the-town 'round the Funhouse for a while now and I guess I just sorta got my hopes up.
Wyatt hands his head low as the 'children audience" awws loudly at the disappointment on his face, but he quickly puts on a smile.
Oh, but Fret not everyone. I know Punk is truly special, he's just a little out of sorts. He's a lil shy, and sure last week he came and knocked on my door a little, but we need a real Push to truly get him through the threshold. And there's nothing better, than finding the limits someone has, and pushing them past them. Punk, you think you've got the whole wide world figured out, but I hold it in my very hands...and all it takes is a little spin, flip, and turn to change your perspective alllll around...Just ask all my friends...I'm sure they are gonna LOVE...getting a load of you...Oh but that's all the time we have this week my fireflies, I've got a lot of things a bubblin and brewin for this Summer Barbeque, so I need to go tend to them. Just remember that I will ALWAYS light the way, and all you have to do...is Let me in...BYEEEEE SEE YA! BYEE!
Murphy stands in the ring with microphone in hand, He has some thoughts about Eddie Kingston and his challenge for the Prime Time meddalion...
Billie Kays stands quietly unlike her usual gloating self, Sonya Deville stands at the entrance way  between ring as she looks down towards the entrance to stop any intruders...
Last week I came out here to lay claim to the Intercontinental Championship but you, Eddie, you had another idea, You came out wanting a match with me, Surely a mistake maybe being choked out might of woken you to your senses, I mean you can't get out of this match you said it yourself but maybe you now understand the concequences of your lapse in judgment, I will leave you without your PRIDE, EGO and championship. There is no doubt about it you're tou...
Murphy moves back and forward as he lowers his microphone as he is frustrated he couldn't finish his thoughts, Murphy perturbed by the interruption of Kingston...
“Talk is cheap little man – I have seen this routine play out a thousand times in my twenty-year career. The little punk will get in the ring and act the big tough guy. He will talk shit down the microphone and then bail at the first sign of an ass kicking coming his way. You see me – I like to do things differently. I like to size up my opponents. Get right in their face – get nice and close and personal with them so that I know what I am getting myself into when I step into the ring with them. So, give me a second would you, stay right there.”
He would walk from the stage right down to the ring. He was a man of his word and he wasted little time getting right down to the ring, rolling into it and standing right before Murphy as he stared him down. This was the man that was stepping up to challenge him for the prime-time medal and it was clear on Eddie Kingston face that he was less than impressed.
“Go on – say something cute. Run off another insult and see what happens to you. I gave you a chance, an opportunity that I had to fight twenty years to get and just standing here and looking you in the eyes it is clear to me that you ain’t ready for it. You don’t deserve the shot I have given you. You stand there with that shit eating grin on your face – thinking your king dick for making fun that Bray smashed my face in last week. That he would have beaten me to a bloody pool in the middle of the ring. Yet here I am, still standing, still looking to go. The biggest mistake Bray made last week was not killing me and the biggest mistake you have made is thinking for even a second you got a chance to take the prime-time medal away from me. You’re a good kid – but you’re on the fast track of becoming the next LA Knight – another jackass who thinks they can take whatever they want and trust me, it is going to end the exact same way for you as it did for that piece of shit.”
Murphy looks deep into the gateway to the soul of Kingston as he measures up to him, He chuckles before gesturing to the ring entrance at Sonya whom Kingston flat out ignored...
EDDIE.. ED You are either very cocky or not very clever Kingston, You entered this ring despite being at a three to one advantage, So I would say you're very dumb or brave. Being brave and dumb go hand in hand though, With your pride the thought probably never even crossed your mind that you were stepping into a trap. Sonya here if given the order by Billie here would be stuck on you like a fly to shit, You would be taking advantage of Eddie but lucky for you, I want you at your best because when you step in this ring with me I will beat respect into you. I have had to do it my whole career from day one, That's why they call me the best kept secret because Eddie because everyone overlooked me and I got sick of it so I forced them to look at me. That's why I respect this opportunity and Kingston you're not so fortunate as I plan on taking this chance and running for the hills with it. You won the match on paper last week Kingston, Only on paper though because we all saw the chink in your armor you aren't unstoppable, You wear armor made of sheet metal and it's only a little time until the armor you wear becomes your weakness as it will leave you nowhere to run, Nowhere to hide you will get one thing though and that's a place to die...
Murphy eyes scan up and down as Kingston looks on at him...
Kingston you'll have to do a lot more than beat me in a wrestling match because Kingston, You can beat me down all you want but I won't lose not until my hearts beats it's final beat. Also one more thing big Ed...
“You ain’t got a sword big enough to break my armour little man. You ain’t got the balls big enough to do anything to me. There is my level and there are all the levels below me, pick on and get comfortable, because that is where you are staying when this is all said and done.”
Kingston would stare right through him as he insults him. The holder of the prime-time medal would stare down the challenger.
The crowd anticipate an answer from Murphy...
I'll give you a free shot, Come on big boy I bet you really want to grind me down and beat me into a pulp...
Murphy points to his chin, Murphy laughs in the face of Kingston who he pushes out of his way, Kingston seems annoyed at the disrespect shown. Kingston swings Murphy around by the arm to get him to look at him. Kingston gestures that he will harm Buddy. The two mens eyes lock and don't waver as Murphy falls back out of the ring landing perfectly on his feet not taking his eyes of Kingston, Buddy walks backwards up the ramp keeping eye contact as the show moves forwards...
The scene opens with King Hornswoggle sitting on his throne as he looks at the camera while he has a beer in his hand.
Hello my fellow people! I know you are waiting for another amazing performance from your beloved King. I know you guys and ladies love me, especially my boo Billie Kay. Anyhow, I would like to address the fool Rob Conway before our match.
Hey Rob, you think you are better than me just because you are more handsome and have more muscles than me. HA! Don’t make me laugh, peasant. I am a king for a reason. I don’t need to take any steroids like you from your asshole drug dealer named Simon that he probably got from Mexico. Billie Kay wouldn’t like you just because you have muscles. If she did manage to date you and then she will lose interest in you because you have a small dick! She knows she loves me because my anaconda is bigger than yours! Don’t be jealous of your King because I got all the bitches loving me. They know I can pleasure them anytime and anywhere I please! Besides the only one who will be attracted to you is those homosexual men who enjoy wearing women’s clothing.
So don’t be a hater! Robby! Because after tonight, you will have no choice but to bow down to your fellow king! Yes, you are no match for the greatest former UWF Champion of all time!
The scene ends and ends with King Hornswoggle drinking his beer.
Then the lights start flickering as the titantron shows the hooded man in the mask and he begins to speak.
Mystery Man: Mr. Conway, I just want you to know that even if you do beat King Hornswoggle. It wouldn’t prove you are better than anyone in UWF. Everyone in UWF knows you don’t have to climb back up the ladder and win more championships. You know it as well. But you don’t want to admit it to yourself. You have to depend on your muscles and good looks while taking those drugs to help you win your matches. It is extremely sad that you always find an easy way out to win. Not one you have ever won a match fair and square. But one day, you and everyone will face the consequences of your actions. All those actions that you all take in UWF always come with a huge price. One day, you all will pay the price and it will lead to your total demise. So prepare and watch out because you are next!
The scene fades and ends with the hooded man with the mask giving an evil laugh.
We head backstage where we see Kayla Braxton waiting around back there, ready to get some interview underway.
Kayla Braxton: Earlier tonight we saw a very disappointing loss for our UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse. Now, I’m joined by him to gather his thoughts on what went down.
Warhorse walks through on the side into the frame.
Kayla Braxton: I have to ask, Warhorse, with that contest, was Seth Rollins the main contribution to your loss just now or was it the effort of Tom Lawlor that managed to overwhelm you?
The Warhorse mulls it over, hands on hips, belt in one hand, looking down to the ground back there.
WARHORSE: IT’D BE A DAMN LIE TO SAY TOM LAWLOR DIDN’T WIN THAT MATCH. IT WASN’T CLEAN, IT WASN’T WITHOUT IT’S HELP, BUT NEVERTHELESS, THE MAN’S EFFORT TONIGHT REALLY WAS AN OVERWHELMING FACTOR. OVER A YEAR, I’VE BEEN HERE, CONSECUTIVELY FIGHTING WEEK TO WEEK.
The Warhorse spits down onto the ground, beat up clearly.
A MAN NEEDS GRIT TO WITHSTAND THAT. A MAN RECOGNISES WHEN ANOTHER HAS THAT TO PULL HIM THROUGH TO THE NEXT DAY. TOM LAWLOR HAD THAT TONIGHT. WHETHER IT WAS SPURRED ON BY TALKING ABOUT HIS BOY OR WHETHER IT WAS JUST IN HIM, HE HAD IT. THAT SHOULD BE COMMENDED AND CELEBRATED, I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR THE MAN.
The Warhorse pauses and looks up as the fans cheer on the Warhorse’s show of respect.
Kayla Braxton: That’s very interesting on how highly you think of Tom Lawlor now cons-
WARHORSE: WHAT I DON’T APPRECIATE THOUGH IS MEN TRYING TO GET UNDER MY SKIN. MEN TRYING TO DO NOTHING THAN BE A GRADE A PIECE OF SHIT, MEN WITH THE CONCEPT OF GRIT BEING ENTIRELY FOREIGN TO THEM. SETH ROLLINS, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TONIGHT. YOU STEPPED ON THE WARHORSE’S TOES WITH DAMN INTENTION. I’VE SAID IT FOR GODDAMN TOO LONG, I SEE YOU DO THAT ALIEN SHIT ON THE NIGHT, I’M GONNA SHOOT YOU CLEAN BETWEEN THE EYES.
I MIGHT JUST BRING A GUN IN CASE, AND I’M ALL FOR GUN CONTROL. DEMONS AREN’T SHIT BUT FODDER FOR BULLETS, AND GETTING THEIR ASSES RULED. I DON’T CARE WHAT HE WANTS TO PULL OUT OF THE BAG, BECAUSE I’M STOMPING THAT SHIT INTO SHARDS. I’VE HAD IT WITH SETH ROLLINS BEING A GODDAMN PAIN IN THE ASS, HUMAN FORM, WEIRDO FORM, ALWAYS AN EVERLASTING PAIN. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY HE’S EVEN STILL IN THE SCENE, BROTHER. I DON'T.
ALL I KNOW IS THAT ASSHOLE BETTER NOT SHOW HIS FACE TO ME BEFORE I BEAT IT TO A PULP ON SUMMERSLAM.
The Warhorse walks off as Kayla is left with no interviewee now with his absence, the camera focusing back up on her.
Kayla Braxton: That was the UWF Intercontinental Champion’s comment on his matchup earlier tonight, back to you guys.
We head back into the arena, back to our commentary panel.
Corey Graves: Warhorse clearly isn’t happy with all that Seth Rollins is doing in the leadup to their highly billed Intercontinental Championship match in a few weeks.
Mauro Ranallo: I don’t think it was just unhappy with him, Corey, he threatened to shoot him!
TOM PHILLIPS: TOO RIGHT, LEAVE THE DEMONS IN STRANGER THINGS BROTHER.
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 Chimmel: Introducing, from New Albany, New Jersey. Weighing in at 234 pounds, he is 'The Conman'... Rob Conway!
Conway hops up onto the ring apron and spins round, pointing to each of his abdominal muscles looking mighty proud of himself before he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Conway heads to the ropes and leans over the top rope, foot on the middle rope, one finger high into the air as he continues to sing along with his entrance theme. Conway struts around the ring afterward, refusing to take of his sunglasses before the match starts, a symbol of his arrogance.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Rob drops to his knees and signals that he wants to lock up. Hornswoggle, unamused by the mockery, delivers a Superkick to the bread and butter Conway refers to as his face as Conway falls backward to the mat. Hornswoggle scrambles to the nearest turnbuckle and goes for the Tadpole Splash but Rob rolls out of the way as Swoggle pops up off the mat. As he pops up, Conway hooks his arm around the little man’s head and hoists him up, holding him straight and upside down.
Tom Phillips: The Con Man has just conned Hornswoggle!
Mauro Ranallo: I’m pretty sure he wasn’t conning, he looked legitimately knocked loopy by that kick.
Corey Graves: And now he’s acting like a Delayed Vertical Suplex on a midget is impressive! Hornswoggle’s what, like, twenty pounds soaking wet?
After close to a minute, Conway follows through with the Delayed Vertical Suplex, slamming his opponent against the mat and sending shockwaves throughout his tiny body. Rob kips up and immediately falls backward and to the side, driving an elbow into the chest of the former Television Champion as he sits up clutching said area. Conway grabs Swoggle by the shoulders and hoists him up before bringing him back down with a form of Sit-Down Powerbomb.
Tom Phillips: What devastating impact!
Mauro Ranallo: Things aren’t looking too promising for the former Television Champion.
Corey Graves: Things never look promising when you’re crotch height with everyone!
Conway gets up and heads to the nearest corner, standing up and gesturing to himself as he shouts to the crowd, “Just look at me!” as they shower him with boos. As he’s doing this, arrogantly taking his attention off of the match, Hornswoggle heads over and low blows him. While Rob is writhing in pain, he falls backward as Swoggle jumps up and connects with a Backstabber! Hornswoggle scrambles to the top rope again and goes for the Tadpole Splash but Conway gets his knees up as Swoggle hits them and lands on his feet wobbily. Rob grabs him and connects with The Ego Trip before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rob Conway!
Conway celebrates his victory before exiting the ring, backing up the ramp with an arrogant smile as he puts his sunglasses on. Revolution continues on.
The cameras cut to Renee Young standing in front of the usual interview space, she as a smile on her face as this is someone who hasn’t cut her off before she is interviewing post match.
Renee: Good evening UWF fans, Renee Young here, just waiting to speak to Tommasso Ciampa after his victory only a few moments ago over Matt Sydal in an exciting match up, oh I think that’s him now.
The camera pans round to Ciampa walking towards the interview space, he is currently untaping his fists and see’s Renee, he tries to flash a smile but its clear he’s still pissed off from what happened with Lawlor just moments ago. He stops in front of the interview screen as Renee begins to talk.
Renee: Ciampa thank you for joining me, I won’t take up much of your time, i’m sure after a match like that all you want to do is go back to your hotel room and rest, just wanted to ask a couple of quick questions before we lose you for the night if that’s ok?
Ciampa gives a half hearted nod as Renee goes into her questions.
Renee: So first off, your match with Sydal, you went in confident and picked up the win tonight, how was it facing someone like Matt who as you said earlier isn’t the most traditional of opponents.
Ciampa thinks for a moment then responds
Ciampa: Yeah like I said Matt isn’t really a traditional opponent, he has his own style which can be difficult to prepare for but i’ve been in this game for a long time so i just went in there with a clear head, I guess I opened my third eye as Matt would say, and I ended up getting the win so that puts some momentum back in my corner but only respect for Matt, the guy has talent.
Renee nods in agreement and still smiling before going into her next question.
Renee: Well talking about respect as we all saw Tom Lawlor and his representative Chael Sonnen came out there as you were being announced as the winner how…..
Ciampa grabs the mic from Renee, her face immediately souring as this is another in the long list of people who have cut her off, Ciampa on his part just has a look of pure rage currently on his face so Renee decides to just stay silent.
Ciampa: Yeah let’s talk about that Renee, let’s talk about respect and the lack of which I was just shown by those two shitheads there. Ever since i’ve came back to the UWF i’ve said multiple times I am here to beat respect into these people who think they can just come into this company and act like they own the place and those two are a startling example of that.
Ciampa wipes his hand across his face.
Ciampa: Now I get Tom you’re relatively new to this business, you’ve only been in it for seven years and in that time, you’ve certainly done a lot but if you think that’s enough time to walk round here and act like you own the place then you’re sorely mistaken pal. I get Sonnen walks about acting like the sun shines out his ass all the time, we’re used to that by now, but I thought you would at least know when to show respect to your fellow competitors Tom, especially not coming out when someone’s just got a win and is being announced as the winner.
Ciampa looks directly into the camera.
Ciampa: I get in the MMA world the two of you guys where big shots but here in the UWF you’re nothing yet, you start out at the bottom like everyone else and you’ll stay there if I decide you’ll stay there. Just count yourself lucky Tom that Chael was out there to cover your back because if he wasn’t then you can be damn sure your ass would have been on the canvas and no referee or little representative would have been able to help you but it didn’t happen on this occasion, I know when to pick my battles and i’ll wait till i’m ready so this is a promise Tom: You crossed the wrong guy tonight Tom and you pissed him off royally which is something you don’t want to do pal, for now you’re safe but one of these days I will get my hands on you and when I do, it’s not going to be pretty.
With that final threat Ciampa gives the mic back to Renee and storms off. Renee looks back into the camera, sighs and talks one more time.
Renee: Tommasso Ciampa everyone.
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, CM Punk and Samoa Joe.
She steps aside to make some room in the shot for The Renaissance boys. Joe stands just behind the Straight Edge Superstar, his eyes constantly sweeping the surrounding area for any dangerous surprises.
Young: Thanks for joining me, guys.
Punk: Pssh, don't mention it. We've always got time for you, Renee. Last week they sent some greenhorn scab to fill your shoes and I wouldn't even give her the time of day. I'm monogamous like that.
Young: Much appreciated.
Punk: Alright. Let's get straight to it then, huh? I've got a main event to wrestle tonight so let's pop 'em off. Let me guess? You wanna know about me laying out Bray Wyatt last week? Or how I feel about mixing it up with the undefeated Prime Time Medalist tonight? Or maybe you'd like to ask Joe about his new haircut.
They both turn to look at Joe, who smoothly brushes a hand back across his side-head like you do.
Punk: Yeah... it's the same as the old one, only fresher. Suits him, though. It's just right to the point. No messing around.
Young: Well it seems like you've got a lot on your mind and on your plate, but since you brought it up, let's talk about Bray Wyatt first. What prompted the attack at the end of Revolution a week ago?
Brooks shrugs and responds matter-of-factly.
Punk: Kill or be killed. That's the law of this jungle. Remember like eight months ago when I first came back and I was Mister Nice Guy, always playing fair and by the rules? How many times did that cost me a match? How often was I left lying by someone who wasn't afraid to get their hands dirty? Like, yeah, we've got our contracts and there's the rules and common decency and all that, but the end of the day, ECE really doesn't give a shit what you do as long as it pops a rating. That's never been an issue for me.
I know that at some point, I'll be out in that ring, probably just about to win a match, and the lights will flicker out. The titantron'll fire up with Bray Wyatt coming to us live from the fun house, or he'll be crawling out of the swamp or whatever the hell, and next thing ya know he'll pop up behind me in the ring, shove his hand down my throat and choke me out. I accept that as an inevitability - it's just the cost of doing business with this lunatic. Of course he'll have Joe to worry about, but let's just say he takes out my homeboy here too.
For all his tricks... all the pageantry and pomp and circumstance and gimmicks, Bray Wyatt's actually pretty predictable. That hasn't made him any easier a target for the guys that he's gone up against, but I'm not gonna pretend like I don't see him coming a mile away, or that I'm not expecting the unexpected. So I tagged him first to make it clear that I'll go there too. If there was any doubt in anyone's mind that a GTS could put him down, that's gone now. There's your proof that I can beat this man. We're gonna have to jump through a few hoops and endure some of his annoying little mind games en route to the ol' Biggest Party of the Summer, but once we get there, all I need to do is hit that knee one more time and it's all over.
Renee believes that Punk believes what he's saying, but she doesn't look entirely convinced. The interview continues.
Young: When you came after Bray Wyatt, you also prevented him from doing any further harm to Eddie Kingston, his opponent that night. Wyatt was disqualified and continued to attack him even after the Official threw out the match. You mentioned earlier this week that you and Eddie came up together on the independent scene - did helping out an old friend play into your motives at all?
The Number One Contender chuckles and shakes his head.
Punk: Ahaha... uh... no. No, not in the slightest. Honestly, we worked together in a few towns a long time ago. Before this week, I hadn't spoken to the guy in nearly fifteen years. See Eddie's got this bad habit of isolating himself from the world, because he's an insufferable, stubborn, arrogant asshole who never takes accountability for his many, many faults. That moron is his own worst enemy, and I'd say that it's that toxic, self-destructive attitude that's kept him out of the major leagues for his entire career up until two months ago, but fact is, he really isn't that talented.
The guy's riding a win streak patched together with a couple wins over lousy opponents and disqualifications handed out when he was getting his ass-kicked in those types of brawls he claims to be good at. He tries to come off as street-smart but he's really just book-dumb, and now he's all caught up in his own hype. Things are going great for Eddie right now, which is a shame because historically speaking, this is right about when he messes it all up for himself. I'd hate for my snapping his streak to be the catalyst, but also, I wouldn't be surprised. I'm not going out there to mix it up with an old friend - I'm going out there to show this bum that he doesn't belong in the same sentence as me, much less my main event.
Young: Alright, well, thanks for your time and good luck in your match tonight.
Punk: Hmmm... you know what I say about luck, doncha? Save that for Kingston. Buddy's gonna need it.
With that, Punk and Joe walk away to prepare for the bout ahead. Renee signs off and Revolution continues elsewhere.
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 remain 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.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
VS 
DING DING DING
Right when the bell rings, both men run to meet in the middle and starts exchanging blows. Neither man is giving an inch until Rollins knees AJ in the gut. He sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip but AJ springboards off the middle rope and backflips into the Stylin DDT on Seth! Rollins rolls out of the ring right away, clearly not expecting that but AJ walks over to the ropes where he's at and holds onto them with both hands. Seth turns back towards the ring only for AJ to slingshot himself out with a Corkscrew Plancha, taking down the #1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship! Styles points at Heyman and warns him to stay out of his way. Paul throws up his hands and backs away as Styles adjusts his elbow pad and waits on the apron for Seth to get back up. Seth ends up grabbing the ref to pull himself up. The ref tries to get free and Heyman uses this distraction to grab onto AJ's legs. Styles is stuck in place trying to shake him off when Rollins runs over and dropkicks AJ in the face knocking him down to the floor!
Tom Phillips: Blatant bending of the rules right there from both Seth Rollins and Paul Heyman.
Corey Graves: AJ should know better than anyone else, if you're not bending the rules, you're not trying. I'd get on Slater and Rhino for not helping out.
Slater and Rhino come over to help get AJ back to his feet. Styles is trying to push them away saying he doesn't need help and little do they know they're keeping him in place as Rollins comes out of the ring, taking all three out with a Suicide Dive! He picks up AJ right away and tosses him back into the ring. Seth gets on the apron and waits as Styles ets back to his feet. When he does, Seth springboards into the ring and hits AJ with a Flying Knee to the side of the head! AJ goes down and Seth makes the pin.
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2 . . .
Styles kicks out! Rollins backs up and patiently waits as Styles starts to pick himself up onto his hands and knees. He comes over for the Curb Stomp but AJ pushes himself up to avoid it. Rollins stomps the mat and Styles unleashes a flurry of hits, the Phenomenal Combination to send him down to the mat! Rollins rolls away to the corner where he picks himself up. Styles runs over and nails him with a Jumping Forearm in the corner. He brings Seth out of the corner with a Snap Suplex to take him down before he heads out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Rollins grabs at his foot and Heyman yells at the ref, telling him to check on Seth.
Corey Graves: Seth may have landed wrong after that suplex there.
Mauro Ranallo: We've seen freak accidents before so the ref is taking care to make sure that's not what happened.
Tom Phillips: What's Heyman doing?
On the outside, Heyman is taking off his shoe and while the ref is checking on Rollins and Styles is getting situated on the top rope, he's suddenly clobbered in the side of the head with a shoe! Styles turns to face Heyman who realizes that didn't work out quite as well as he'd hoped. He looks like he's seen a ghost as AJ jumps down and walks over to the ropes where he's at.
Tom Phillips: Heyman just tossed his shoe at the head of AJ Styles!
Mauro Ranallo: Who throws a shoe.. honestly!
Seth is suddenly feeling fine and he runs over and grabs Styles from behind, rolling him up for the pin!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Seth Rollins!
Rollins rolls out of the ring with Heyman and the two laugh at a job well done. Styles is looking frustrated and complains to the ref while The Will come into the ring and apologize to AJ for the slip up. AJ is yelling at all three men as the show moves on.
The scene is taken to beautiful Tokyo, the home of the the 2020 Summer Olympics. It's a wonderful, gorgeous night, and we see the iconic Olympic Rings in the distance. In front of them is something just as beautiful, an Olympian himself, Chad Gable.
Chad Gable
It's a beautiful night isn't it? I'm honored, I'm lucky to be here in Tokyo, the site of the Olympics. Now, I don't want to get your hopes up, no I am not competing this year. Instead I have been called upon to do my civic duty, and be a coach and trainer for the men's wrestling team! So many people have told me how much of an impact I've made just by being here. Unfortunately, that means I haven't been able to be at Revolution in the last couple weeks. But don't worry your Olympic hero will return to Revolution ready to take on all challengers and change more lives and preform more miracles. Honestly my track record is already enough to win me a gold medal.
Chad smiles and winks at the camera
But first let me address my last outing. It was against Tommaso Ciampa. Now, I'm not one to make excuses, I would never make excuses. But you see, the night before my big match, I was helping out at my local soup kitchen, where I volunteer frequently, and I dropped an 80 pound crate of potatoes on my foot. I of course went to the doctors and they told me any other man would have broken their foot, shattered it. Any other man. But I'm not any other man and the doctors were amazed that I was still able to walk. They advised me against wrestling but I told them my Alpha Academy needed me. I told them Tommaso Ciampa needed me so I powered through the pain and I gave you all the showing of a life time. At the end of the day however, I was working on only one good foot and that proved to be my downfall. It's not an excuse it's just the truth. I was willing and I was Gable but I wasn't ready.
This week my country needs me. And I'm doing my best to bring home as much Gold as possible. So I thank you for your understanding, and I would like to thank the Men's wrestling team for bringing me in. I can't tell you how many people are coming up to me and thanking me. Some one even tried to give me their Gold Medal. The Alpha Academy is gaining so many new pupils and students here in Tokyo and I promise you I will be back and stronger than ever. First I'll bring home gold in the Olympics, and then I'll bring home gold in UWF.
This is Chad Gable signing off from the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. Back to you, Bob!
We are taken backstage in the arena to a familiar sight, Renee Young in the interview area ready to speak.
Young: Ladies and Gentleman, p̷̡̭̓p̵͕̔̉͜p̷̗̦̀̌please welcome my guest at this time, C̶̗̙̽͠M̵̟̓͆Bo Dallas and S̶̪͈̊s̴̺͝S̴͔͎͘a̶̹̹͝m̸̧͖̔̄o̸̖̜͛Curtis Axel.
She turns to her left and the camera pans over rather quickly completely away from Renee towards the two men, who seem strangely worried, vacant, and not themselves.
Young: So guys, it's been a little while since we've seen either of you sodoes this mean you two are returning to the UWF after what's been a bit of a hiatus?
Renee shifts the microphone over but both men are just fidgeting and breathing heavily as if having anxiety attacks.
Young: Is...Is everything okay?
Renee Young once again moves the microphone towards them but they don't even seem able to focus on her or the microphone. Renee doesn't seem to know what to do and brings the microphone back, but as she does, Bo takes a step forward trying to lean into the mic. She moves it back towards him to finally hear from him.
Bo Dallas: R̶i̵n̴g̶
In a voice that doesn't even sound like his own, he says the one word almost shivering as he does, Renee Young pauses not sure if that's all he has to say.
Young: Ring? Are you...Ready to get back in the Ring maybe?
Bo Dallas: R-R-R-R̸i̶n̵g̸
Bo stutters it out again and snaps backwards as if the microphone had just shot something out at him and he moves away. Renee Young seems concerned but looks at Axel who has been stone faced for the last couple minutes and tries with him.
Young: Curtis, you were a former Television Champion, are you in any way hoping to return and lay claim to said championship?
Curtis Axel: Aro̸u̷n̷d
Renee Young again holds the mic for a while in front of his mouth, waiting for him to continue but Axel is like a statue now.
Young: You'll be, getting around to it?
Curtis Axel: The R̷o̵s̸i̴e̷
Young: I'm sorry is everything okay I don't understand, and where did Bo go?
Renee turns towards where Dallas fled, trying to see if she can catch up to him but instead sees a familiar face sitting on the stairs where Bo Dallas is cowering underneath of.
Young: Oh, Shawn Michaels I didn't expect you to be here tonight, it's so great to see you, are you here for any particular reason?
Shawn Michaels: A pp̸o̴c̷ket̶.
Renee lowers the microphone, as Shawns eye seem to change right in front of her, almost losing the life in them as she backs away a bit. As she's backing away she pumps into what seems like a brick wall, but as she turns around she sees that it's no wall at all but a Beast. Brock Lesnar is staring down at Renee Young, and she is visibly shaking, as Brock takes a step forward.
Brock Lesnar: FF̷F̴F̸Ull
Renee doesn't know what's happening, and she takes a step to the side once Shawn Michaels stands up from the stairs, revealing Shibata sitting right next to him who also stands.
Katsuyori Shibata: of p̵o̶s̴i̸e̸s̷
Seemingly out of thin air, more and more people begin to encircle Renee Young who is backed into a corner, dropping her microphone and trying to stay upright, you can see the silhouettes of more people, making out the figures of Erick Rowan, Minoru Suzuki, even Randy Orton all deadpan and slowly walking towards Young, as they all speak in unison, so monotone that it seems like it's just one Loud voice.
Everyone: ASH̶E̸S! A̸S̶HES̵!
Young: STOOOOOP!
As they all engulf her, the backstage area suddenly goes dark as she screams out, you can hear her breathing loudly trying to figure out what's happened. Still in the pitch black darkness, you can hear Renee Young call out.
Young:...H...Hello?
The lights come back on, but are now somehow a Crimson red, Renee is sitting on the floor tucked into a ball looking around scared as everyone around her is now gone. She's shaking and not sure what just happened or why she's seeing Red. Like an animal pouncing on it's prey, from out of nowhere Crawls up the Fiend right to her face making her hide her head in fear. In a deep, powerful, almost electrical sounding voice you can hear The Fiend Speak.
The Fiend: T̴H̷E̸Y̸ ̶A̸L̷L̷ ̶F̶A̴L̸L̴.̸.̶.̵D̴O̴W̶N̴
We head back to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already in the ring, pacing back and forth, ready for the match to get underway.
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.
VS 
DING DING DING
Eddie comes right out the gates, walking up to Punk and starts decking him with forearm shots to the face. The G1 Climax winner wasn't exactly expecting this but after the word they shared earlier, he probably should have seen it coming. Kingston's got him on the ropes, throwing body shots but Punk shoves him away to create some distance. He runs at Kingston only to eat a back elbow to the face. Punk opts to roll out of the ring and Joe stands in front of him to make sure Eddie doesn't try to come at him.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Punk bit off more than he could chew.
Corey Graves: Really Phillips? Punk's been competing at such a high level for years that he's a little thrown off when put into the ring with street trash like Eddie Kingston. Some slight adjustments and Eddie's going to wish he never came to UWF.
Eddie is pacing back and forth, yelling for Punk to come back into the ring and get his ass whooped. Punk has a busted lip and wipes away some blood before climbing onto the apron. Kingston backs up and gives Punk space t come back in his ring. Punk slowly enters and lifts his fists, ready to square up. The two come to meet in the middle of the ring but Punk goes low with a basement dropkick to the knee to take Kingston down! Eddie grabs his knee and rolls on the mat but Punk stomps on it before grabbing it and dropping an elbow to the inside of the leg. He keeps digging his elbow in while lifting the leg, trying to bend more pressure into it. Eddie reaches up and grabs Punk's face, fish hooking him until he lets go.
Both men try to get back up but Eddie drops to a knee, feeling the effects of that attack. Punk delivers a few clubs to the back before he runs to the ropes. He comes back but Eddie catches him with an Exploder Suplex! Punk is flung across the ring and bounces back up into the corner. Kingston rises and shakes out his leg before running to the corner. Punk gets his boot up but Eddie catches it, shaking his head. Punk brings the other foot up however and nails him in the side of the head. Eddie stumbles back a few steps and Punk ascends to the middle rope, leaping off to nail a Missile Dropkick! Punk scurries over to make the pin.
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Kingston kicks out! Punk tries to bring him back up but Eddie shoves him away. Punk delivers a Spinning Back Kick to the side of Eddie's head to knock him loopy before he brings him up to his feet. He hooks both arms in a butterfly hold before Welcoming him to Chicago with the Double Underhook Backbreaker! He shoves Kingston off his knee and wipes his knee pad, making sure that street trash doesn't stain his gear. Kingston is holding his back while Punk comes over and washes his face with his boot, talking all sorts of trash, telling him he's better off in bingo halls. You can see Eddie's face getting more and more agitated until he's had enough and he headbutts Punk in the gut! All the wind gets taken out of him and he falls to a knee where Eddie delivers another Headbutt, this time right to the nose!
Corey Graves: Leave it to Eddie Kingston to fight dirty, big surprise.
Mauro Ranallo: Eddie's had enough and now he's ready to teach a lesson about respect.
Corey Graves: Respect? What's Eddie know about respect
Tom Phillips: I think he's respected this company enough to not come over here after you bad mouth him on commentary every week.
Punk has retreated to the other side of the ring, holding his nose while Eddie uses the ropes to help him back up. He massages his knee a bit before coming over to Punk. Punk turns around right away and tries to blindside him with a forearm but Eddie ducks it and catches him at his side, throwing him back for the Saito Suplex! Punk tries to get back up right away but he's a bit dazed and he ends up walking right into Kingston's arms. He lifts Punk itno the air and slams him back down with the Ura-nage! He makes the pin.
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Punk kicks out! Eddie kneels over Punk and grabs his head with one hand and just start clobbering him with punches. He backs off when the ref gets on him for this and he looks over to Joe who's mean mugging him. Kingston gives him a wink before he waits in the corner as Punk is trying to get up. Eddie runs over and nail an Arched Big Boot Punk gets knocked down but turns over and tries to crawl t the ropes where Joe is. Eddie grabs him from behind and places Punk in a Sleeper Hold! He's staring right at Joe and the big man looks like he might get involved but Punk has enough wherewithal to motion for him to stay put. Punk reaches back and just digs his fingers into the eyes of Kingston who is forced to let go.
Mauro Ranallo: Punk was unable to get free so he just digs at the eyes of Kingston!
Corey Graves: Hey he's fighting fire with fire. Just because Punk is too good to fight dirty, that doesn't mean he doesn't remember his life on the streets. This is Eddie's fault.
Kingston has turned away and is rubbing his eyes. Punk smells blood in the water and Chop Blocks him from behind! Eddie falls to his hands and knees and Punk grabs the leg of Kingston's, lifting it up into the air and slamming it back down to the mat. Eddie rolls to the ropes and holds his knee while Punk just smiles. The #1 contender to the UWF Championship is looking all kinds of smug right now and Joe has a smile on his face as well, arms crossed an nodding in approval. Punk comes over to stay on Kingston but the ref holds him back. Punk is arguing with the ref and it allows Joe to come over and and starting beating down Eddie with some punches to the face!
Eddie rolls back to the center of the ring to escape the onslaught and Punk starts kicking him before bringing him back up. Eddie is struggling to put any weight on his right knee. but that's okay as Punk lifts him onto his shoulders, ready to end the match right here. The fight in Eddie isn't dead though and he attacks him with a barrage of elbows to the side of the head. Punk drops Eddie and he stumbles over to the ropes. Punk runs at him but gets sent up and over. He lands on the apron and gives Eddie an elbow to the side of the head to send him to the middle of the ring. Punk then springboards in with a Clothesline, taking down Eddie and going for the pin.
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Eddie kicks out! Punk grabs at Eddie's leg and turns him over to place him in a Single Leg Boston Crab. Eddie grits his teeth in pain and uses his size and strength to slowly crawl fist over fist to the ropes. He's able to reach the bottom rope to break the hold but Punk keeps it on for the 4 count before letting go. Punk is backed away while Kingston uses the ropes to help himself back up. Punk runs at Eddie but he's blindsided when Kingston turns towards him and takes his head off with a Lariat! Punk looks like he's seeing stars as Kingston grabs a fistful of hair and drags him to the corner. He shakes out his leg before bringing Punk up and giving him a series of Knife Edge Chops in the corner.
Corey Graves: What are doing ref, get them out of there!
Tom Phillips: I think Joe may be inadvertently keeping him busy,
Joe is telling the ref to do the same and is keeping his attention away from Eddie going to town on Punk. The 2 time G1 Climax winner tries to turn his back to avoid the chops but Eddie just continues on tearing his back up. He then grabs Punk underneath his arms and gets him in a full nelson before throwing him back with the Tiger Suplex! Punk flops up onto his knees but he looks completely out of it. Eddie shoves his head between his legs and lifts him up just enough to deliver a Spike Piledriver! Punk's body goes limp and Eddie turns him over to make the pin.
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But no! Punk gets the shoulder up just in time!
Mauro Ranallo: Was that 3!?
Corey Graves: No it wasn't 3! The day Eddie Kingston pins CM Punk for the 3 count is the day we know our sport has died.
Eddie stands back up and grabs Punk, pulling him back up. Punk swings at Eddie's knee causing him to buckle down and Punk pops up scooping him onto his shoulders. In one fell swoop, the throws him in the air and nails the Go To Sleep! Eddie is knocked out cold while Punk falls backwards, still feeling the effects of that piledriver. Punk turns over and crawls over to Eddie but as he reaches him the lights go out. The crowd tries to light up the arena with their phones but before they can, the light comes back on and Bray Wyatt is standing in the ring right where Eddie was. Kingston is nowhere to be seen and Punk looks up at the UWF Champion standing over him. Samoa Joe tries to come in but he's hit from behind with a steel chair by Seth Rollins!
Wyatt jumps on Punk's back with a Senton before kneel over him and slamming his face into the mat over and over again. He lifts his hand in the air and Seth comes into the ring. Wyatt picks up Punk just enough to hold him on his hands and knees. Seth backs up and gets ready for the Curb Stomp until...
Mauro Ranallo: That’s the Warhorse’s music! Our UWF Intercontinental Champion’s here for Seth!
Corey Graves: Or is he here to save Punk?
TOM PHILLIPS: DON’T BE BRAINDEAD, COREY.
The Warhorse runs down the ramp, championship over his shoulder. He goes all the way down the ramp as the fans go crazy at the save here, he slides through into the ring and pulls the championship off his shoulder and swings for Seth and Bray, as they quickly get out of dodge, rolling out of the ring, they glare in as Punk gets himself back up to his feet.
The two extend a look at each other, no words, just a look, two sworn rivals somehow on the same page for this.
Corey Graves: What’d I say, Tom?
TOM PHILLIPS: THE WARHORSE IS JUST GIVING HIM TIME BEFORE HE SMASHES HIM WITH THE BELT, BROTHER.
Punk and Warhorse quickly snap out of the moment and realise what surrounds them, and have to continue to have their focus on each man they’re facing at Summerslam. Rollins and Wyatt begin walking back up the ramp, we can’t see their faces but as they turn we see both of them laughing in sync, something is clearly humorous to them.
Corey Graves: Our UWF and Intercontinental Championship matches clearly have a defining similarity.
TOM PHILLIPS: YEAH, THEY’RE BOTH DEALING WITH DEMONS.
We cut between the ring and the ramp, seeing these four men. Bray Wyatt and Seth Rollins on the ramp as CM Punk and Warhorse are glaring them down in the ring, Warhorse leaning up on the ropes, heckling not safe for TV content.
Mauro Ranallo: Warhorse and CM Punk stand tall here, one with a championship to retain, one with the potential to become our UWF Champion.
The four continue their glare as we go off the air.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Ciampa vs Sydal - Evolution J
Swoggle vs Conway - Dresden
WARHORSE vs Lawlor- Fauche
Rollins vs Styles, Kingston vs Punk - Danny
