Post by Danny on Aug 5, 2021 18:23:39 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Good evening everyone 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, AJ Styles looks to get back in the win column as he takes on Chad Gable.
Mauro Ranallo: Also locking up will be Hornswoggle and Tom Lawlor.
Corey Graves: We’ll also see Apollo Crews and Buddy Murphy in a non-title match.
Tom Phillips: Rob Conway will take on Tommaso Ciampa.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, CM Punk teams up with former rival the Intercontinental Champion WARHORSE to take on UWF Champion Bray Wyatt and Seth Rollins but first, a prerecorded message from The Complete AJ Styles.
As Revolution continues, the scene opens up in black and white to AJ Styles sitting within the ropes of a wrestling ring.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: This ring has been called a lot of things in UWF’s history. The Undertaker’s yard, Vinny Marseglia’s kingdom, and so on. But no matter what others call it, I call it and the UWF itself the house that AJ Styles built. And while many people think that’s arrogant, I don’t care, because I know it was yours truly that drew up the blueprints of every masterpiece I’ve been in that’s happened inside this squared circle, and as a result, given the other competitors something to strive to match or top. But there’s an old truth that states a house divided against itself cannot stand and right now, the UWF is divided amongst the landlord of the estate EC3 and the man that’s upkept it, AJ Styles. And the reason for that division I’ve made clear by now, so clear that even you idiots can understand it, and since Ethan is firm in not giving me what I want and deserve and I’m firm in getting it regardless, I’ve got news for all of you: the house won’t stand much longer. And you know what? Good.
When I came back last September, it was because I wasn’t happy with the way things were going with the UWF so I did Ethan a solid and accepted his offer to come back. And what’s my thanks for that after almost a year of hard work? He lets The Fiend screw me out of the UWF Championship and won’t let me right that wrong. Well it’s like I said, everything that happens now? The blood will be on my hands but it’ll be his responsibility to clean it up and the only way to do that is making the match a Summerslam a triple threat so I can get back at Bray Wyatt and also show CM Punk up, the way it’s supposed to be. Until then, I’ve got a pipsqueak in my midst that wants to teach me a lesson. Well you can save it, Chad, because you don’t have anything to teach me. I’m already complete and the fact of the matter is I’ve forgotten more about how to do this than you could ever hope to learn, let alone teach. It’s funny, I thought only one of the seven dwarves was named Dopey but Ethan’s got two on his payroll.
It’s like this, Chad. You can brace yourself, but you still won’t be ready. You can go through with the match, but you’ll quickly find out you aren’t willing. And as promised, you won’t be Gable to leave under your own power when it’s over.
Things fade to black as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene opens with King Hornswoggle with his beer and he drinking it while he is sitting on his throne.
King Hornswoggle: Hello my fellow people! I know you are waiting for a special speech from your beloved King! Well, I just want you all to know I thank you all for showing me the love and respect that you have shown me in mu kingdom. Now I would like to address my opponent Tommy before our match tonight. Tommy, you may be new to UWF. But you are not new to fighting since you are popular back in UFC. I am pretty sure you were one of the top fighters over there. Now, here you are just the new guy. But you have so far have been impressive in your matches. Now it your turn to fasce the greatest former UWF TV Champion of all time! King Hornswoggle is here to accept the fight. I can't wait to have some fun with you tonight along with your Chad. It tickle me to bones when you have mocked me. I appreciated all the praise that you have given me peasant. So I will be glad to return the favor to you tonight. Since you love fighting in the uwf so match, I am pretty sure you are into those kinky stuff Tommy. Well, I honestly don't mind getting in the ring with someone as handsome as you. Heck, it is a lot better than the sweaty peasant who take steroids that I had him clean my shoes last week. Tommy, We both will have a wonderful and amazing fight tonight. I can't wait to see you tonight Tommy boy! Say hi to Chad, I can't wait to have some fun with him too if you know what I mean!
King Hornswoggle gives the camera a wink. The scene fades and ends with Hornswoggle drinking his beer on his chair while he wears his crown.
Mystery Man: Hello Tom, it is nice to see you. I just want you to know that I will surely be watching your match very closely. I honestly can't wait for the time we will meet. I am pretty sure we both will have a lot of fun giving these people a fight that everyone want to see. Better yet, it will be something that is unforgettable and it will give people to talk about it for a long time. I am pretty sure you and everyone is wondering who the heck I am. You and everyone else don't have to worry about me just yet. But for now, the show must go on. I can promise you and everyone will soon find out that your time is up. One day, everyone must pay a huge price and that time to pay up will be pay in debt. It will also cause make those who defied the order face their consequences and he who shall not be named will be come for you. So prepare and watch your back, he is coming!
The scene fades and ends with the masked man giving a evil laugh,
Murphy calm as can be walks onto the ramp as the sounds of Blue Stahil plays right throughout the arena it drowns out the crowds reaction, Murphy walks slowly to the ring more methodical than previous self.
Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, Buddy Murphy, The AUSSIE W.M.D...
Murphy gets to the ring where he runs sliding under the ropes and posing for the crowd, He lifts up his head as he looks to the crowd...
Murphy goes through the middle rope as he waits for Apollo and the world to be ready...
VS 
DING DING DING
Mauro Ranallo: As this match gets underway I'd like to welcome Murphy's opponent for Summerslam to the commentary table, the Prime Time Medal owner Eddie Kingston.
Tom Phillips: Welcome Eddie.
Kingston: Ranallo, Phillips I want to thank you both for having me here tonight. Got a good seat here to call the action, pity that Graves is here, but what ya gonna do about that? Just gotta make the most of a bad situation and enjoy this match for what it is.
Both men meet up in the middle of the ring and tie up. Apollo has the size and strength advantage, forcing Murphy back into the ropes. The ref calls for a clean break and Apollo obliges but flexs in Murphy's face. Buddy rushes him and side steps to take his back. He pushes him to the ropes to try and roll him up but Crews hangs onto the ropes letting Murphy roll back off of him. Murphy runs at him once more, jumping up for a Cross Body but Apollo catches him in mid air. He walks him to the center of the ring before throwing him back with a Fallaway Samoan Drop! He kips up back to his feet and flexes once more.
Mauro Ranallo: The Nigerian royalty is really showing off his superior athleticism.
Kingston: I have been in the ring with Apollo Crews. I have stood before him as he called me every single name under the sun. He can back up the shit talk, let me tell you. A month on and I am still limping from some of the strikes he gave me – but this is not a shit talking contest. This is a wrestling match and you ain’t gonna find anyone in UWF more talented than Apollo Crews.
Corey Graves: If only we could have gotten someone as good as him to join us on commentary instead of you Eddie, I'd be much happier.
Murphy rises back up while staring at Crews, none too happy with out the Television Champion appears to be showing off. Buddy runs at him and ducks a clothesline attempt, he bounces off the ropes and comes back with a Running Back Elbow. Crews rolls away to the corner and Murphy charges after him delivering a Big Boot in the corner! Murphy looks past Crews and sees Kingston at the commentary table. He points to him and yells that this is going to be him at Summerslam. Crews is down on his knees and Murphy bends down to pick him up but his focus is on Kingston and Apollo shoots up, lifting Murphy into the air and hitting a Pop Up Powerslam! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
Murphy kicks out!
Corey Graves: Leave it to Eddie to come out here and try and distract his opponent to get inside his head before Summerslam.
Kingston: I am not out here to cause trouble; I am not here to stir anything. I want to see this match, see what Murphy can do. He is in there with the television champion. He is getting that small taste of success and if he doesn’t take Crews seriously, it is going to cost him. Every match – needs to be wrestled as if it was your last, but watching Murphy right now, he is too focused on me and not on Crews.
Crews brings Murphy back up and uses his power to lift him straight over his head in the military press. Murphy however starts to kick his feet and drop down in front of him, hooking his head and driving his head into the mat with the DDT! Murphy rolls out onto the apron to catch his breath a bit. He looks at Eddie once more and this time just shoots him a glare, not wanting to focus too much on him. He stands back up and climbs up to the top rope. Apollo is getting to his feet but he's in a daze. He turns to face Murphy just as he leaps off the top rope with the Meteroa! The Television Champion's head is driven into the mat once more and Murphy makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Crews kicks out!
Corey Graves: Glad you're out here scouting Eddie but there's no way you're stopping Murphy. I can't wait to see him drive your skull into the mat.
Kingston: Graves – take some notes, this Murphy kid reminds me of you. Talented as heck, confident as well – has had some success as well and let it go to his head. Let’s hope his career does not go off the rails like yours did. Ain’t enough room behind this desk for another washed up young and up and comer.
Corey Graves: Come speak to me when you become a World Champion like myself Kingston. Luckily for me that means I'll never have to speak to you again.
Murphy gets back up to his feet and brings Crews up along with him. He puts the TV Champ on his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. Apollo however grabs his head with one hand and just starts punching him on the top of the head with the other until he falls behind him. Murphy stumbles forwards but turns around and runs at Apollo. Crews jumps up and hits a Lariat. Murphy gets back up right away only to get taken down with a Enzuigiri! Murphy stumbles over to the corner and Crews runs at him. Buddy gets his feet up and kicks Crews right in the face. Apollo takes a few steps back allowing Murphy to jump to the second rope. He jumps off the a crossbody but Crews Dropkicks him in mid air!
Kingston: These two men are the future of UWF. Look at them – they are leaving it all in the ring. Giving it there all here tonight. Maybe there trying to impress me or something – who knows. All I know is the facts. I have beaten Crews – and I am going to beat Murphy. Graves – you have been riding my ass all night, but the fact is I am undefeated and I have a right to be here to see my competition compete.
Mauro Ranallo: But will your presence prove to be a distraction for Murphy or can he overcome and get the win over the Television Champion, further proving his point that he should be next in line for WARHORSE.
Corey Graves: That sounds like a money matchup. Kingston vs WARHORSE sounds like my worst nightmare.
Crews wastes little time in picking up Murphy and lifting him straight over his head in the military press once again. except this time Murphy shifts his weight in front of Crews and catches him with an inside cradle! The ref drops down to make the count and Murphy reaches his arm out to hold the bottom rope!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Murphy!
Crews kicks out and argues with the ref while Murphy goes to the corner and poses for Kingston to see him. He motion for the medal and then the future title shot that it'll give him. Eddie just stares him down and shakes his head as the show moves on.
Renee Young: Please welcome my guest at this time, Rob Conway.
Conway walks into the scene accompanied by Sylvan and Simon Dean who stand behind him, Sylvan rubbing his shoulders and Dean drinking one of his Simon System shakes.
Rob, tonight you're facing Tommaso Ciampa who -
Rob Conway: Let me just cut you off right there Renee. It doesn't matter who my opponent is this week. It doesn't matter if it's Tommaso Ciampa, it doesn't matter if it's Joe from row z up there in the cheap seats slurping on his beer and slamming down his hot dog. And why is that?, because the result remains the same. A victory for 'The Conman'. See Ciampa has made it clear that he's just an average man. Average height, average weight... below average looks... but you get what I'm saying. He's the every man, the family man... a guy people can relate to. Which is why he doesn't belong anywhere near a real star like me. See while people relate to Ciampa, while people can imagine themselves in his boots... with Rob Conway?, all they can do is imagine... all they can do is just look at me and all I am.
Renee Young: Don't you think you're underestimating Ciampa?
Rob Conway: Are you kidding me?. I've already beaten bigger stars and held championship titles... what has Ciampa done?, absolutely jack-squat. Nothing. Nada. Quite frankly I'm using this week to make an example not only out of Tommaso Ciampa but also to make an example of the UWF Roster. Because as far as I'm concerned and as far as my boys right here, The Con-Tourage, are concerned... there's two types of people in this company... in this world... there's people like us, people like Rob Conway... and then there's everyone else. And Ciampa will be made the shining example of the difference between us... and all of you.
Renee Young: Don't you think your arrogance might come back to bite you -
Rob Conway: Let me just cut you off again Renee - it's not arrogance... okay maybe a little bit... it's confidence. Confidence in my ability and there's nothing wrong with that. What is wrong is the fact that I don't have championship gold around my waist. Tommaso might not have tasted the glory of championship titles but I assure you it's addictive, and I want my fix. So this week I make an example of Tommaso Ciampa... an example to the world of the gulf in quality between 'The Conman' and the rest and sooner rather than later I will have championship gold wrapped around my waist once more... and it doesn't matter if it's done the right way... or even the wrong way but it will be done... The CON-WAY...
Conway has wide grin on his face as he quickly turns and swaggers out of frame with Sylvan whilst Dean waits behind to try and sell some of his supplements to Renee who seems less than impressed.
The scene opens up to Seth Rollins in a foreign location backstage.
He stares off into the background before turning to face the camera directly.
Seth Rollins: CM Punk. War Horse. You’re both sitting in the eye of the storm right now and I hope the calmness is pleasant and relaxing. For Warhorse especially, the worst part of the storm is about to be unleashed on you—but that won’t be until Summer Slam in our Falls Count Anywhere Match. But TONIGHT, you and that Pepsi drinking, tattooed bum are going to feel fear. You both will feel pain. You both will endure embarrassment. You two will be outwrestled, outmaneuvered, and outclassed. You’re going to taste defeat again.
While me and my partner may not see eye to eye, we both have goals in common. Tonight, and Summerslam are both going to be big nights that we look to make big statements in emphatic ways. You just may not be able to get the memo because I hear that once the weight of three anvils drop on your head, your memory tends to be a little fuzzy.
Seth then gets up and walk towards the camera and slaps it down causing the feed to get fuzzy and staticky before going to the next scene.
The scene opens up on Heath Slater and Rhino sitting next to each other on a bench, Rhino with a sucker stick hanging out of his mouth and Heath licking a sucker that he’s holding. Heath stops and looks at it now.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Ya know, I never found out how many licks it takes to get to the center of one of these.
Suddenly there’s a loud crunching sound heard as Heath turns to Rhino quickly, the “War Machine” holding the side of his face.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: You can’t just recklessly bite into it, buddy!
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: I know it hurts! You haven’t been keeping up with your brushing, have you?
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Dental hygiene is something that’s a must, especially for guys that travel as much as we do. I’ll bet you’ve got a cavity, I’m gonna Google a dentist and…
Someone offscreen is heard clearing their throat as suddenly the shot pans out and there stands AJ Styles.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: Every. Freakin’. Time I go looking for the two of you, you’re always doing anything but focusing on your job, which is to be ringside for my matches and get your hands dirty when the situation calls for it. Whether it’s Cryno being a big pouty head because he still hasn’t seen Yikes or this current Dumb and Dumber scenario I’m witnessing or something else, you’re always distracted.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: AJ, I’m so…
”The Complete” AJ Styles: Maybe you boys have forgotten that you wouldn’t be employed here if it wasn’t for me. Well I’m not feeling very merciful lately but fortune has smiled on you again, because I’m using my last shred of kindness to give you idiots one last chance. Don’t screw it up!
AJ smacks the candy out of Heath’s hand and turns and walks away. Rhino is still holding his face as Heath is there to comfort him as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron changes to the video of that of the "American Alpha" Chad Gable. Majestic stars and stripes fill the screen in a display fitting of that of a national hero and an Olympian. On the stage, with swagger and confidence that can only be obtained by being one of the very best wrestlers in the world, walks "The Chad" himself. 5 foot 8 of all American Beef in the perfect package struts out and takes in the endless love and admiration of the fans. He knows that the lives of the people in the crowd are changing forever just for being this close to him. He is is humbled.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 202 pounds, The American Alpha.. Chad Gable!!
Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.
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.
DING! DING! DING!
Styles and Gable circle the ring, Chad goes to grab the leg but Styles steps back, Styles gets him in a headlock quickly swinging him to the ropes, Styles goes for the clothesline attempt, Gable ducks rebounding hard off the ropes he jumps up sending both feet out for the drop kick but Styles redirects it, Gable lands directly on his right side as he grabs it in pain...
Tom Phillips: "Gable looks to be already injured..."
Corey Graves: "It isn't ballet Tom, These men go into the ring knowing the risk..."
Styles smiles as he smells blood, Styles bends down to grab the injured Gable as he is snapped up, Gable hooks his legs into Styles...
Corey Graves: "GABLE smart like a fox..."
One!...
Two!...
Styles kicks out...
Tom Phillips: "AJ almost got had by Gable..."
AJ looks annoyed at the attempted trickery by Gable, Chad and Styles get to their feet as Gable shrugs it off as he moves around on his leg like nothing happened, Styles ducks a lariat attempt by Gable as he turns around Styles hits him with the pele kick sending him crashing into the canvas...
Gable falls into the ropes as he shakes his head he notices Styles going for a lariat, Gable bends down as he pushes Styles up and over the ropes onto the apron, Styles claps either side the head of Gable discombobulating him, Gable stumbles into the middle of the ring. Styles pulls himself up and over the ropes launching himself into Gable he loads the forearm, Gable is able to duck the forearm as Styles lands feet first. Gable hooks his arms around the waist of Styles, He deadlifts him sending Styles neck first into the canvas...
Corey Graves: "Gable going for his vintage Chaos Theory..."
Gable rolls around Styles lifting him up sending him back on his neck a second time, Gable rolls through one more time going for the trio of suplexes, Gable releases for the third suplex, Styles lands on his feet, Styles kicks to the gut of Gable, He places his head in between his legs as Gables legs for over the shoulders of Styles, Gable in trouble, Gable rolls through the clash attempt as he uses his legs to send Styles neck first into the canvas, Gable holds the legs down...
Tom Phillips: "Gable going reversing Styles answer to the Chaos Theory..."
One!
Two!
Styles kicks out of another roll up attempt...
Styles and Gable both get to their feet quickly, Styles runs at Gable who drops to the floor, Styles uses the ropes to jump over and onto the apron, In one swift motion he launches himself up as Gable turns expecting Styles running he catches him flying and a loaded forearm to the forehead, Gable rolls away from Styles and onto the apron...
Styles moves over to the ropes as he looks to lift Gable up and back to the middle of the ring, Gable puts a thumb to the eye of Styles, Gable goes between the ropes as he grabs the waist of Styles, He deadlifts him high up as he brings Styles crashing hard on the head of Styles. Gable goes for the cover straight away after his suplex...
Tom Phillips: "Delayed Chaos Theory by Gable..."
One...
Styles kicks out at One!...
Gable argues with the referee as he leaves Styles on the ground, He turns back around as he yanks at the ankle of the phenomenal one, He lifts it at a ninety degree angle as he twist on the ankle of Styles, AJ face contorts in pain as he looks for a way out...
Corey Graves: "Styles has no option but to tap the ankle lock is locked in deep..."
Styles on hands and knees rolls forwards, Gable is sent face forwards, Styles taking advantage as he locks in on the ankle of Gable, Styles begins applying pressure as he locks his legs around the right leg of Gable...
Corey Graves: "You get what you asked for Gable, Nothing to fake here now Gable that's the real deal..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Styles showing his technical prowess turning the ankle lock into his calf crusher..."
Gable scrambles for the bottom rope but the two men are middle of the ring far from home, Styles holds the ankle lock as he cinches back Gable has no choice but to tap...
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner by way of submission, The phenomenal, AJ STYLES!!!!"
Styles rolls releases the hold as Gable is left holding his leg as he gets up holding his leg, Styles celebrates taunting the crowd when the strums of Rey Mysterio’s theme hits over the pa system
Mauro Ranello: That sounds like the UWF’s resident superhero Rey Mysterio.
Corey Graves: A hero? He never was but just for you Mauro he is a hero no more.
Tom Phillip: None the less Rey Mysterio is coming out after AJ Styles picked up a big win what is he doing out here.
Rey has a microphone in hand and he begins to speak
Rey Mysterio: My whole time here in the UWF I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to be the symbol of peace here in the UWF be someone that the citizens wanted to protect but it wasn’t until now I realized what is wrong with me. I haven’t been a hero because there is always a man who is bigger than me as the hero of the UWF. That man is you A…J… Styles.
AJ… you have always been in my way. You have always taken everything that I worked for. I was trying my best to keep up and build momentum by defeating CM Punk, and what did you do? You came out and you ruined it. I found a way that I can be a hero again. I found the inspiration in becoming that hero again by defeating you AJ Styles.
But AJ Styles beating you isn’t enough. No,no,no it needs to be bigger than that. So what is the point of me being here if I can’t beat AJ Styles?
Mauro Ranello: What is the former super hero saying.
Corey Graves: He was never a hero Mauro.
Rey Mysterio: You see AJ Styles beating you and proving I am better than you does nothing for me. It does nothing you either. So this is what I propose to you AJ Styles. I propose to you the ultimate sacrifice at Summerslam 2021. I propose AJ Styles vs Rey Mysterio Career vs Career.
The fans let out a big “woah”
Tom Phillips: Wait a minute did Rey Mysterio say Career vs Career?
Corey Graves: I don’t like Rey but this is a little dramatic isn’t it?
Rey Mysterio: What is the point AJ Styles? What is the point of one man beating the other and saying “Oh I am better than him. I won.” Where is the point in that? Where is the point in us proving who is better. We both have been here for a long time but we have never met on a big stage. So why don’t you AJ Styles the man on top of his game takes on Rey Mysterio who is searching for an answer. An answer if I am truly a hero.
Come on AJ let’s make this the true final battle. Why accept a challenge with no stakes when we could have a battle with real stakes? A hero is nothing unless he can accept any challenge. Even if his back against the wall. This is where the real true colors show. Who is willing to keep everything, and not lose it all. So AJ Styles this right here is my challenge and if you don’t accept then it shows who have you been the whole career.
AJ Styles you have always been the name. You have always been the face but you have been afraid when there is an actual challenge. Deep down inside AJ Styles you know whenever you are in bad situations you blame everyone self but yourself. You AJ Styles has always been the face of this company but when it comes to owning up to accountability you fail to do it. You sit there and blame everything else. That is just how you are plus you know AJ Styles that this is all you have.
I don’t need this a much as you do. Without the squared circle AJ you’re just Allen Jones. A man with a bunch of video game consoles and a big family. You have nothing else. You are phenomenal in the ring but outside of it you’re nothing more than ordinary. So AJ, prove me wrong. Prove me that you’re more than an ordinary man. Show everyone and rest of the world you’re willing to be Phenomenal.
Rey puts his microphone down and he looks upset
Mauro Ranello: Mama Mia Rey Mysterio laid down the challenge and will AJ Styles answered?
Corey Graves: For my sake I hope he does and get rid of Rey Mysterio once and for all.
Tom Phillips: I don’t want to lose any of these two here in the UWF.
AJ looks on as UWF Revolution moves on
Our camera cuts to a pre-recorded message as we are immediately met with the imagery of Tom Lawlor. A brief highlight shows the recap of the encounter between Lawlor and Tomasso Ciampa from a week prior, before shifting back to the imagery of Lawlor once more. The outspoken former UFC fighter waste absolutely no time whatsoever in addressing us, the viewers.
TOM LAWLOR
Let's cut straight to the chase. Tonight, I have to face off against Hornswoggle. It isn't this man that I'm keen, nor interested in. It's the simple fact that last week, Tomasso Ciampa and I came face to face. Eye to eye. If Uncle Chael wasn't in my corner, I can promise you that we would have come full circle, head to head, fist to fist, and you know what? I absolutely like it that way. You see tonight, I'm going to completely destroy Hornswoggle with an inch of his misery life, and then -- I'm going to look completely down that ring for a challenge at Summerslam. I don't know if you people have been living under a rock, but your boy, Tom Lawlor here doesn't have a scheduled match that night, and that's disgusting. I'm on the biggest role of my entire career, and because of Chael Sonnen -- I've never felt better, I've never looked better, and I've never fought better. I owe a lot to that guy. But what I don't understand is how week after week of DESTROYING the so-called favorites in this company that I'm still being thrown the scraps. Last week, I walked down to that ring, and I saw a man who was ready to face off against the best, or so I thought. When I came down to that ring, and I stared directly in your eyes, I no longer saw a man, Ciampa -- I saw a scared little BITCH. But I can promise you that business is about to pick up. Then it hit me, man. You need a match at Summerslam. I need a match at Summerslam. So, let's do a real mans work. Let's set the date. Summerslam -- Ciampa and Tom Lawlor. You versus me. 'Cause you like to run your mouth so much. You like to believe you're this tough son of a gun, then back up your words, kid. Back up those claims. Meet me in my domain. Meet me inside this ring, and we'll see who the best man is. We'll see who the toughest guy is in the UWF. We'll see who can follow up with each claim, but let me tell you this, Ciampa -- If you have the balls to ACCEPT my challenge, I will personally promise an unfavorable outcome in your favor. I will BREAK you down. I will CHOKE the ever living hell out of you. Just like Hornswoggle tonight. WARHROSE, and John Cena weeks prior -- You'll be just another named added to my list of casualties. It's nothing personal, man. I gotta do what I gotta do. I gotta make money. I gotta get my hands a little dirty. It's a "filthy" way of life, but it's the good life. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a 'Swoggle to massacre. If you're man enough, I'll see your ass at Summerslam.
Those would be the final passing words as Tom would begin to walk away, only for Chael Sonnen to slowly walk into the camera focus. Chael didn't say a single word, but in his hand was a picture of Ciampa. A large smile slid across the face of Sonnen as he looked directly into the camera, before handing the picture to Lawlor, who would take a nasty bite out of the picture, tearing a giant chunk out of it. Sonnen would simply nod his head in acknowledge as Lawlor fixated his glare onto the camera. Our scene would slowly transition to the next sequence in this action packed episode of Revolution!
The scene opens to Seth Rollins in his locker room getting ready. He changes shirts and begins to tape his wrists when suddenly, he chucks the tape and begins to scream at the top of his lungs. He kneels in the fetal position screaming at the top of his lungs. A few moments go by until Heyman runs over with two UWF officials. The trio of them frantically begin to check on the state of Rollins.
Heyman: Relax Seth, Relax! It’s us, we’re here to help you. Tell us what’s wrong!
Seth continues to scream with his hands over his face.
Official One: What is going on with him?
Heyman: Seth, are you in pain? You’ve got to tell us what’s going on.
Seth eventually begins to calm down and lifts one knee up.
Seth Rollins: The images… I’ve never told anyone but..—
Heyman: But what?
Seth Rollins: Since I was kidnapped there’s times that I see images..
Heyman: Images of what Seth? Can you be clearer? You’re being extremely vague right now. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us what exactly is going on with you.
A look of bewilderment spreads over Paul's face as he stares at Seth trying to grasp what is happening.
Seth Rollins: Ever since that monster kidnapped me, there’s times when I just see shining gold images of him and that stupid mask flash over and over in my head. No matter what I do that image
won’t stop showing up. It feels like it’s all been changing me from the inside.
Heyman: What the hell does that mean? Change you from the inside?
Seth Rollins pauses as he thinks about the appropriate answer for the question before he answers.
Seth Rollins: Seeing the images of his face repeatedly is making me insane. I just want others to FEEL the pain that I feel when I’m forced to see these images that I don’t want. I can’t be the only one to suffer like this when I didn’t even do anything to deserve this.
Heyman: I understand, but you have a huge tag team match tonight and you’re teaming with the man that did all of this too you. How can you coexist with a man that destroyed you mentally?
The pain from the images immediately subsides. Seth slowly stands up and brushes himself off while looking at the trio of men inside of his locker. He fixes himself up before responding. Seth begins to stretch his legs out.
Seth Rollins: He didn’t destroy me. This won’t destroy me. Nothing and nobody can ever destroy me. If anything, --in a most unusual manner—this is making me stronger and more complete. It’s filling the void inside that I had. And they said Christianity was supposed to do that. It might actually pay to be dark.
Rollins dusts himself off and walks out of the room as the two officials and Heyman stand looking at each other. The scene fades to dark as UWF Revolution moves on to the next segment.
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.
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.
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DING DING DING
Swoggle right away walks to the middle of the ring and turns away from Lawlor, sticking his butt out and telling him to kiss his king's ass. Lawlor looks back at Chael as if to say "is this guy serious". Swoggle has the biggest smile on his face but Lawlor walks up and straight up Punts his ass so hard that Swoggle gets lifted off the mat and flies across the ring, colliding with the corner! Swoggle is all sorts of dazed and he walks right to Lawlor who lifts him up easily throwing him behind him with an Exploder Suplex! Swoggles hit the mat with such impact that he just continues to roll all the way out of the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Tom Lawlor isn't even going to try and belittle the former Television Champion like so many do. Instead he's just focused on hurting him.
Corey Graves: Good, everyone already knows he's a joke. I know he moves merch but surely we could hire a better little person.
Tom Phillips: But will they be royalty?
Corey Graves: He's not a king!
Hornswoggle scrambles underneath the ring to get away. Tom lets out a deep sigh but he's not letting the little guy get away that easily. He exits the ring and lifts up the apron, trying to find him. He doesn't see anything so he walks to the other side of the ring and still nothing. He checks another side and thinks he sees something. He crawls under the ring but Hornswoggle ends up coming out of the opposite end. The ref is already at a count of 6 and Swoggle rushs back into the ring. Chael yells for Lawlor to come back out. He does at a count of 8 and slips back in right after 9 to make the count!
Swoggle runs over and starts kicking and punching Lawlor as he's trying to get up but Filthy Tom just shoves him away. Lawlor runs at him and tries to front kick him but Swoggle easily evades and grabs Lawlor from behind and just straight up bites down on the back of his leg. Tom yells out in pain and punches at Swoggle's head but the man won't let go. The ref grabs him by his feet and has to pull him away. Luckily for Tom no flesh gets torn off, just a bite mark with some blood trickling down his leg.
Corey Graves: I'd rather be bitten by a bear with rabies than by Hornswoggle. Tom's going to need at least 10 shots after this.
Tom Phillips: I'm not usually one to agree with you but yeah, who knows where Hornswoggle's been.
The ref comes over to Lawlor and checks out his leg. Tom's got his attention on the wound and doesn't see Swoggle come running over in front of him and headbutts Lawlor right in the dick! Lawlor falls to his knees and Swoggle grabs his head, jumping into the air to plant him with a DDT! Lawlor is down and Hornswoggle rushes over to the ropes and starts to climb. He turns around from the top rope and leaps off with the Lepreton Bomb! He hits it flush and makes the cover!
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Lawlor shoves him off at the 1 count! He hurries to his feet as best he can but he's still feeling the effects of the groin shot. Swoggle starts tuning up the band, getting ready for some Sweet Shin Music but as he's coming forward for the kick. Lawlor just nails him in the head with a knee strike! Hornswoggle falls to the side but Lawlor picks him up and lifts him high into the air in a military press. He throws him into the air and lets Swoggle just free fall down, landing hard on the mat!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh God!
Corey Graves: Looks like he heard my prayers!
Swoggle is down and out but Lawlor walks over to the corner and patiently waits. Hornswoggle starts to pick himself up and get back to his feet. He turns around and Lawlor comes over with the Sliding Lariat, turning the little man inside out! Lawlor stands up and just places his foot on Swoggle's chest, telling the ref to make the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, "Filthy" Tom Lawlor!
Chael comes into the ring and raises Lawlor's hand before walking over to Swoggle and kicking him out of the ring. Swoggle crawls under th ring while Lawlor and Chael head to the back after picking up their third straight win in a row and the show moves on.
The camera cuts to Tommaso Ciampa standing backstage, he’s taping up his fists, making sure they’re nice and tight, preparing for the fight thats to come against the Con-Tourage, he looks up and notices the camera.
Ciampa: So Tom Lawlor wants to challenge me to a fight, well I did say anytime you wanted Tom and i’d be ready so, I accept.
Ciampa finishes wrapping his right fist in tape, clenching it fully and throwing a punch to make sure it is to his liking, he then begins on his left.
Ciampa: Now I probably know you think this is going to be an absolute cake walk Tom, Chael has probably got that into your head, that everyone here isn’t enough of a challenge for a guy like you, the big shot UFC star but guess what Tom, there is a challenge here and his name is Tommaso Ciampa.
Ciampa finishes wrapping his left fist, biting the tape off with a grunt and then placing the tape down onto an equipment box before sitting on said box and lacing up his wrestling boots, beginning with the right.
Ciampa: So no matter what Chael has told you, at Summerslam expect the fight of your career, either in wrestling or MMA, because I promise you, you are going to get the best possible version of Tommaso Ciampa there is, because that’s what you deserve, because when I beat you I want you to know that you gave it your all but there was a man better than you in that ring and then, just maybe, you’ll learn to respect me.
Ciampa finishes tying his boots and puts on his jacket, putting the hood up.
Ciampa: So I suggest you watch tonight Tom while I take on Conway because this is just a preview of what i’m going to do to you at Summerslam.
Ciampa gives a smirk to the camera and then walks away, whistling as he does.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a feed from somewhere backstage. CM Punk is shown pacing back and forth in front of a red brick wall. There's nobody there to interview him, no Samoan bodyguard by his side, and no main event partner to accompany him yet. The Number One Contender for the UWF Championship is alone for now. He eventually turns to face the camera, his features hardened. Every single member of the UWF Universe watching hears his words, but Brooks is really only speaking to one man.
Punk: In the entire history of pro-wrestling, there's never been a world champion who left on top. Sooner or later someone comes around, takes their shot and makes good. The King is dead, long live the New King. Like clockwork.
The longer the gap, the higher that anticipation builds. "Who's finally gonna be the guy to do it?" That question hums around every arena in the country when the show rolls through the town. When people sit down on a Sunday evening and dish out their hard-earned cash for a pay-per-view, it's out of curiosity. In this case, more than most, there's a kinda mythic quality building around the Champ. The legacy is becoming legendary, and for everyone keeping count, if Bray Wyatt walks out Summerslam with that title, it'll make him the longest reigning champion that Revolution has ever seen.
It looks like Punk's almost impressed until a derisive click of the tongue dismisses the feat.
Except the big ones fall hard. The more you've got, the more you've got to lose. It takes one butterfly flapping its wings to make a hurricane halfway across the planet. It takes one bullet to kill presidents. And it'll only take one knee bouncing off Bray Wyatt's face to take everything he has away.
He waits about three seconds to speak again. It isn't long. An inhale, an exhale. One breath's difference between Contender and Champion.
I'm not gonna stand here right now and pass moral judgments on a guy who has to terrify women at work to try and get his point across, or who surrounds him with sycophantic puppets to watch his six when he knows the really Boogeyman of the UWF is calling. I don't care why Bray Wyatt does what he does because I know that it's all he can do to try and beat me... and he can't... he can't beat me. No doubt that we haven't seen the lowest, worst version of him just like he hasn't met the hungriest, most dangerous version of me. Rest assured, though, that we finally settle this at Summerslam, the whole world will understand the difference between a ridiculous entertainer and a focused competitor.
Tonight's main event is just one more hoop I'm being asked to jump through en route to the end goal. Team up with my old pal Warhorse to take on the even more fucked up guys? Sure. I'll play along. I don't care. It doesn't matter. Whatever stunts EC3 wants to pull to draw a rating, whatever mind games Bray Wyatt wants to try... with Rollins always creeping around, trying to get one back and the supreme likelihood that Warhorse won't play nice... whatever. Whatever. It's nothing. It's seconds on the clock, tick, tick ticking away until the bell tolls and it's Clobberin' Time.
Punk taps the watch drawn on his wrist tape then turns to walk away humming the tune of "Time is On My Side". Revolution continues elsewhere.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
Just look at me...
The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Chimel: Introducing first... accompanied by The Contourage - Simon Dean and Sylvan, from New Albany, Indiana, weighing in at 234 pounds - he is 'The Conman' - Rob Conway!
Conway hops up onto the apron and turns around the face the crowd, he points to each of his abs and seems awful impressed with himself as Dean holds up a Simon System shake next to him in an act of product placement. Conway steps between the ropes and into the ring before he heads towards the hard camera, puts on foot on the middle rope and raises a single finger high in the air as The Contourage take their place at ringside.
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.
Chimel: And his opponent... 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 glares at his opponent.
Tony heads out of the ring and the Official ensures both men are good to go before calling for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Ciampa steps forward, daring the recently-dethroned TV Champ to meet him in the middle of the ring. Conway nearly obliges, but then stops in his tracks. He puts up a finger, begging a second's pardon before turning to theatrically remove his shades. The Con-Man neatly folds in the sides, treating the specs with a lot more care than he's shown for the match-up itself thus far. Rob then walks over to the corner while Sylvain hops on to the apron to take his boss' sunglasses, gingerly placing them in a case and pocketing them.
Phillips: Why didn't he just take off the sunglasses before the match?
Graves: Phillips, as a man who has the fashion-sense of kid dressing up in hand-me-downs for their first school dance, maybe you shouldn't comment on the style of a superstar like Rob Conway.
Conway turns around, ready to compete now. Except WHAMMY! Ciampa comes charging right in and decks that precious mug with a flying forearm strike! He paints the New Yorker's jawline with a second elbow, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. On the floor, Dean and Grenier recoil in horror as Tommaso lays in a few more vicious shots before stepping up on to the intersecting middle ropes to gain some leverage. The Official moves in and starts a five count to break things up. Ciampa opts to make the most of it by bending down and biting his opponent's forehead.
The fans pop big for the feral attack. The Sicilian Psychopath lives up to his moniker as he takes a bite out of Rob's hairline like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime. I don't know if the Scottish guys reading this are gonna get that one. Did Chicago's finest ever make it across the pond? Anyway, the Ref makes it to four before Tomasso finally unhinges his jaw and backs off.
Ranallo: Ciampa just chomp'ad Rob Conway!
Graves: That maniac should be disqualified!
Indeed, the Ref gives him a stern talking to but is soon distracted by Sylvain and Simon, who jump on to the apron to check on the boy. The Coach is acting like a cut man while Grenier is lamenting the damage done to Conway's true money-maker. Despite the Official's insistence, they refuse to get down as they fuss over Conway. It doesn't help that Rob is demanding the match be thrown out, too. Outnumbered and outshouted, the Ref is having a hard time getting a word in and eventually just backs off in exhausted frustration. This opens up the runway for Tommaso to dash in for a second time.
Conway has the good sense to duck, but Ciampa wasn't even really aiming for him. With an astounding leap, the Sicilian takes off and soars over the top rope and corner post, taking out the guys on either side of it with a flying crossbody! Tomasso lands on top of Dean and Grenier as they crash down to the floor. The impact knocks the wind out of him, but thanks to the cushioned landing and the adrenaline swelling through his veins, he's quick to recover. Popping right back up to his feet and letting out a barbaric yawp, Tommy Boy garners a big ol' pop from the crowd who quite frankly, love to see it.
Phillips: Holy smokes! What a dive by Ciampa!
Graves: First he sneak attacks Conway before he's ready, then he bites the former and rightful UWF T.V. Champ and now he's straight up assaulting civilians. This guy belongs in the back of a police car or locked up in an asylum, not in a wrestling ring!
Ranallo: Well Conway talked a big game leading into this contest. He seemed to think that he'd breeze right past Tommaso Ciampa, but he might be in for a long night squaring off against one of the most unpredictable competitors in the world today.
Rob spins around to look down at the carnage, only to have his ankle picked and his the rest of him yanked out under the ropes by the leg. Ciampa drags him kicking and screaming out to the floor, decking him with another shiver before whipping him into the barricade. The Egomaniac's body rattles the barrier, thrilling the fans seated just behind it. Tommaso stays on the offensive, plastering him with a Mafia Kick. A sized-thirteen boot sole washes across Rob's winning features, leaving a black streak on the cheek like you'd see on a basketball court. Conway nearly tumbles into the crowd but, kind spirit that he is, Tommaso stops him from going over.
The charity comes with an ulterior motive, however. Ciampa hastily wheels Rob around and tucks his head under an arm to set up for a Snap Suplex! Conway is slammed down onto the ground, those thin mats doing very little to compensate for the unforgiving concrete beneath. Conway sits up, groaning. Ciampa steps over Sylvan and Simon to get back to his opponent. With a handful of hair in hand, he hoists Rob up and rolls him back into the ring just as the Ref's count hits a nine.
Ranallo: All hell is breaking loose around the ring but Ciampa seems to be in total control. He did as much damage as he could with the time given by the Referee and now he's looking to capitalize back in the squared circle.
Phillips: It's controlled chaos. Tommaso's actions may seem reckless and haphazard but he knows exactly what he's doing.
Conway rolls towards the middle, desperately trying to evade his foe's onslaught. Ciampa lingers by the ropes, giving the Con-Man just enough time to start to pick himself up before running in to connect with a huge knee! Tommaso damn near takes his head off. Shin bouncesoff skull with a sickening crack. Rob flips around, collapsing on to his back, barely conscious. Ciampa circles back and drops to make the cover...
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Conway kicks out after two! There's a notable deflation in the building - the fans were hoping to see the hated narcissist go down quick and easy. There's some fight left in Conway, no doubt, but Ciampa looks to shut that down immediately. The bearded brawler from Boston bends over the bring Conway up again. He hoists Rob up, flips him over and drapes him head-down over the shoulder, looking to execute an Air Raid Crash.
Knowing full well he can't take another big move like that, survival instinct kicks in and Conway manages to wiggle his legs out. He slips down Ciampa's back, hooking the legs as he drops to counter with a Sunset Flip!
Graves: What a counter by Conway! He's got Ciampa rolled up!
Ranallo: Impressive stuff!
Ciampa's shoulders hit the mat and Conway leans his weight in, hoping that the surprise reversal will have caught his opponent so off-guard that it will yield the win. The Official moves in to make the count...
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Ciampa pops his shoulders out before the three count! He rolls backwards and scrambles to get to his feet. Conway follows suite, and although he's a little bit slower to the punch, he manages to land a nice shot on Tommaso when the Psycho Killer rushes in on him. It's a body blow that doubles Ciampa over. Rob gets him standing straight up again with an uppercut, then follows up by whipping his opponent into the ropes.
Dazed by the combo of strikes, Ciampa comes back in a fugue-state, his feet moving thanks muscle memory. Conway cuts off his momentum with a boot to the midsection and follows up with a DDT! Tommaso is driven down into the canvas, where Rob hastily tries for a second, more emphatic pin...
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Powering out at two, Ciampa shoves the other man away like a hungry bear swatting at a dear carcass. Conway takes it personally and bludgeons him across the back of the head with a lariat or sorts, which does enough damage to take the fight out of the Bostonian whilst Rob hoists him up.
Ranallo: Conway taking control of the match now. I think the size advantage is taking its toll. Rob has a few inches and over thirty pounds on Tommaso and he's making it count.
Phillips: We saw Ciampa excelling when he was able to keep things moving at a frenzied pace. In slowing this match down, Conway seems to have the advantage.
Rob gets Ciampa vertical and then grabs his head, pulling him into his torso with a side headlock. He grinds in, squeezing with that shredded bicep while taking a moment to look up and wink at the camera. At ringside, Simon Dean is finally getting back up. He briefly attempts to help Sylvain, but the French-Canadian is still down for the count, so the Master of the Simon System prioritizes the Con-Man and gets straight back to showering him with squeamish positivity. The fans do their best to drown him out with their boos.
All that ill will from the UWF Universe stirs some malice up in Rob, and he squeezes his opponent's head that much harder just to show them what's up. Unfortunately for him, this just pisses Ciampa off and the Sicilian Psychopath fires back to life.
Attempting to wiggle out and then pry himself free, Ciampa's efforts are stifled by the desperate grip of Conway. Tommaso gives up on the path of least resistance and goes low instead, hooking a leg and popping up to execute a Belly-to-Back Suplex!
Phillips: Big suplex from Ciampa!
Graves: No way!
Conway slams into the mat and Tommaso rolls him over to make the cover. He hooks both legs deep to send this one home...
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2...
Dean screams at the Referee to stop the count. The third man looks up to find Conway's arm draped on the bottom rope. An uproar from the crowd suggests that Simon might have put it there while everyone was distracted. The Official tells Simon Dean to back off and warns him about any more funny business. He steps away, hands up, feigning innocence. Ciampa scowls at him and looks like he's about to go teach him another lesson when the energy in the arena picks up again.
All eyes turn toward the entrance ramp. Ciampa wheels around to see what the fans are gawking at and is furious to see Tom Lawlor and Chael Sonnen walking out. The tandem stops at the head of the ramp, while Sonnen whispering in Tom's ear while he nods along, eyes still fixated on the match.
Ranallo: What the hell are Lawlor and Sonnen doing out here?
Phillips: We saw Lawlor showing some aggression towards Ciampa last week, and there certainly appeared to be some unfinished business between them.
Graves: From the looks of things, they're scouting at Ciampa... maybe Conway, too. Chael's a world class coach. How many times did they have this guy on The Ultimate Fighter? I lost count! And any coach will tell you that you have to keep an eye on future opponents. I'm sure Simon Dean would agree, too.
Dean looks just as surprised to see the fellas on the ramp, and maybe a bit relieved that they aren't coming down to the ring. They stay standing there, though Ciampa doesn't trust them to stay out of his way. He walks across the ring, shouting over at them to jog on lest he come and make them. Tom and Chael stay where they are, with the former cracking a cocky smirk at the threat. Tommaso just flips them off and turns around to get back to work but OH SNAP! Rob boots him in the tummy, tucks the head and nails an Ego Trip outta nowhere!
The fans are shocked and boo the roof off the place as Con-Man hooks a leg for the pin...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
ROB CONWAY!
Conway lets the Ref raise his hand for a split second before heading to the ropes to pose and rub it in the fans faces. He then hops out of the ring and tells the Contourage to hustle up. Still hurting, Sylvain manages to get up and trail behind the others while Simon Dean fans Rob with a rally towel, telling him what a great job he did.
Ranallo: It wasn't without its shenanigans, but that counts as another big win for the former Television Champion.
Phillips: How many times has Ciampa been screwed out of a win by people getting involved in his matches? Eventually this guy is going to absolutely lose it.
Graves: I think he already has...
Ciampa sits up, piercing glare dead set on Tom Lawlor who's still standing on the ramp. The Psychopath Killer is practically foaming at the mouth as he imagines the revenge he has in store for the arrogant MMA fighter and his Coach. Seeing that things are liable to get ugly any second, Sonnen quickly ushers his boy to the back while Tommaso stands, screaming at them, daring them to come to the ring and get some. Security can been scurrying out, ready to break things up if they boil over but before you know, Lawlor and Sonnen are gone. Ciampa is left alone in the ring, fists clenched and irate while Revolution continues elsewhere.
The live feed cuts to earlier in the week where Sami Zayn is at Storm Wrestling Academy, training someone in the ring.
Sami Zayn: You see kids, this is something you don't want to do. You don't just step in the ring with greatness and think it'll rub off on you. You be good enough to wrestle in Lance Storm's ring, but you're not good enough to even stand in my ring. I'm the Forever Champion, I could take all of you at once but luckily, I'm a man of mercy.
Sami lets go of his headlock and throws the student out of the ring.
Sami Zayn: Bottle me.
Someone throws him a water bottle which he takes a sip out of before tossing it over his shoulder.
Sami Zayn: Now if any of you would like to be trained by a real professional, I-
Lance Storm: Tell me I didn't just see what I thought I just saw.
Lance Storm comes walking out of his office and comes into the ring.
Sami Zayn: Yeah look, you're student thought he could go toe to toe with me so I thought I'd teach him a lesson and -
Lance Storm: That's not what I'm talking about. That water bottle. First of all, it's still filled with water. Water that's being wasted out onto my floor. Not to mention you didn't put it in the recycling bin where it belongs. Are you trying to catch heat with me?
Sami Zayn: It's just a water bottle, what do-
Lance Storm: JUST A WATER BOTTLE! More like just poison for mother earth!
Sami Zayn: Look I think you might just be-
Sami blindsides Lance with a forearm shot to the face that staggers him back into the corner. Zayn runs at him and connects with the Helluva Kick! the Storm trainees storm the ring, ready to avange their teacher but Sami gets the hell out of dodge and runs outside the building. Just then a car pulls up driven by none other than Dan Lawrence and Markus Crane.
Dan Lawrence: Get in!
Sami jumps into the car and is speeds off.
Sami Zayn: There's a reason why I don't come back to this country.
Suddenly Sami's phone rings and he answers.
Sami Zayn: Who's this? ... Ohh! ... hmm I'm interested. Let's talk numbers. I'll be back down there in time for Revolution next week.
Sami hangs up and has a huge smile on his face.
Sami Zayn: Boys, I think I just got myself a protege.
The scene fades out as Sami looks happy about the news. the other two, not so much.
The scene opens up with Seth Rollins walking down the corridor while making sure the tape on one wrist is secure, and the glove on the other hand fits perfectly. His sinister manager is walking behind him smirking up a storm and rubbing his hands connivingly. The two are on a mission and Seth heads down to the ring for his scheduled tag team match in the main event.
Hold on to your hats folks, because that blockbuster main event is up next!
Tony Chimmel: The following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!
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!
Tony 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.
The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs and championship held in hand with a strong grip. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans, throw 'em up brother.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, the UWF Intercontinental Champion, Warhorse!
The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts marching down to the ramp with all of the intensity in his feet in the world. Revvin' those suckers up for an ass ruling of massive proportions. He slides up onto the apron, swinging his championship belt up and stands, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as we hit the chorus:
RAINING BLOOD,
FROM A LACERATED SKY,
BLEEDING IT'S HORROR,
CREATING MY STRUCTURE,
NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.
The Warhorse headbangs like crazy as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. He twirls from the rapid headbanging over towards the corner and as the song finishes the Warhorse stands strong waits for this one to get underway, passing off his treasured championship belt, and thinks about ruling some goddamn ass, baby, brother, dude, boy.
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!!!!!!!
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, he is the UWF Champion, 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
The bell sounds and the crowd enter a state of great excitement tempered only by the tension prevalent in the ring. It will be Seth Rollins and Warhorse to start the match - at least it would be if CM Punk didn't tag himself in. He pretends it was just a pat on the shoulder as Warhorse steps to the outside. Warhorse then gives CM Punk an even bigger pat on the shoulder as Seth Rollins watches on, almost trance-like, seemingly under the influence of Wyatt. Punk and Warhorse begin to argue with one another before Rollins launches into an attack knocking CM Punk through the ropes and Warhorse into the turnbuckle where Rollins lets loose a barrage of attacks to the Metalhead warrior. Rollins quickly Irish Whips Warhorse into the opposite corner before running at him, Warhorse dodges out the way and Rollins runs into the turnbuckle chest first. Rebounding backwards Rollins stumbles into the Warhorse who goes for a waist-lock but Rollins reverses and slips behind Warhorse locking him in a waist-lock of his own before he drops him to the mat with a back-to-belly slam before he circles round into the grounded head-lock. Warhorse rallies to his feet with Rollins still holding onto his neck. Warhorse begins to fight off the side-headlock, fighting the strong grip of the Thursday Night Messiah. But alas it's of no use as Rollins doubles down on his grip before tossing Warhorse over the side with a headlock takeover followed by repeated punches to the forehead of his face-painted opponent.
Mauro Ranallo: Seth Rollins is seemingly in a trance and under the influence of the sinister UWF Champion, he's been relentless thus far!
Corey Graves: Only because CM Punk and Warhorse couldn't decide who was starting the damn match, they were like a couple of kids!
Mauro Ranallo: You can sense a great deal of tension between those two... there's no love lost between CM Punk and the man who took his Intercontinental Championship.
Bray Wyatt is beckoning Rollins to bring Warhorse to the corner where he resides. Punk is back on the apron and has shaken himself off with Samoa Joe behind him, imposing as ever. Rollins places Warhorse in the corner and Wyatt reaches over pulling on the face of Warhorse as Rollins proceeds to land some big shots to the mid-section of his opponent. Wyatt makes the tag and steps through the ropes into the ring. Wyatt grabs the hand of Warhorse and proceeds to waltz around the ring with his prone opponent, but suddenly coming to Warhorse decides he's more of a mosh-pit and headbang man and fights away from Wyatt before grabbing him by the head and landing a big headbutt to the UWF Champion. Wyatt stumbles back, undeterred Warhorse feels the crowd get behind him and raising the horns in the air he gathers the power to land an even bigger headbutt on Wyatt this time sending both himself and the UWF Champion to the mat. Warhorse sits up and let's out a big roar as he holds the horns in the air for his army of fans. Beside him however Wyatt has gotten into his signature backwards crab and looks Warhorse dead in the eye who for a moment is stunned but quickly hits the ropes and goes to attack Wyatt but Wyatt, deceivingly quick gets back to a vertical base and drops Warhorse with an upward thrusting strike to the throat of his fellow champion. Warhorse falls backwards into the corner where Wyatt follows him, smashing him with strikes and back elbows before Warhorse slumps to a seated position and Wyatt walks away holding his arms aloft to the capacity crowd who respond with boos.
Mauro Ranallo: Wyatt and Rollins firmly in control here thus far
Tom Phillips: Warhorse is just channelling all of this punishment before he can RULE ASS GUYS.
Wyatt stands on the chest and throat of Warhorse as he tags in his partner Rollins who stares deeply into the eyes of his partner. As Wyatt holds Warhorse in place Rollins heads to the opposite corner before running at Warhorse in the corner and driving a big knee right into his head. Rollins, relentless as ever quickly picks Warhorse up and places his head between his legs before lifting him up into the Powerbomb position. Rollins walks towards the corner where Punk is but Wyatt beckons him back to his corner, Rollins runs towards it and hits Warhorse with a devastating Buckle Bomb. Rollins quickly covers.
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Warhorse gets the shoulder out. Rollins with no emotion whatsoever wastes little time in locking in a rear chinlock. Punk is yelling at Warhorse to get up off his ass but his partner is still suffering the ill-effects of the assault at the hands of Rollins and the UWF Champion. Punk reluctantly begins to clap his hands together, knowing that the support of the crowd will aid in Warhorse's efforts. With the crowd clapping in sync and stomping their feet Warhorse begins to get back to his feet. He's channelling their energy and begins to drive some elbows into the chest and abdomen of Rollins knocking the wind out of The Architect before he sets himself free from Rollins. Rollins stumbles back but hits the ropes seemingly about to launch into a big attack on Warhorse but now with the will of his legions Warhorse smashes Rollins with a devastating Lariat. Exhausted he can't capitalise and falls to the floor. Punk seems frustrated, he's dying to get in the ring. The crowd are clapping again as Warhorse looks up and sees the outstretched hand of his eternal rival CM Punk. Warhorse begins the crawl towards Punk, the crowd egging him off until he finally reaches towards Punk but Rollins, back on his feet grabs the feet of Warhorse and drags him back towards his corner but Warhorse twists round and drives an up kick into the face of Rollins who falls backwards freeing Warhorse to make the big hot tag!
Mauro Ranallo: And here comes 'The Best in The World!'
Corey Graves: He's coming in like a house on fire!
Rollins gets back up and gets knocked straight back down by Punk who knocks him down with a clothesline. Rollins gets back up and stumbles into another clothesline before he gets up and stumbles back into a neutral corner. Punk yells out 'BEST IN THE WORLD' before running at Rollins and clocking him upside the head with the high-knee. Punk then grabs Rollins around the head and runs with him before dropping him to the mat with a bulldog. Punk is full of piss and vinegar as he motions for Rollins to get to his feet but Rollins intelligently or maybe even sub-consciously has the wherewithal to roll under the bottom rope to the outside. This doesn't deter Punk who seemingly goes to dive between the ropes but Wyatt appears almost out of nowhere and cuts Punk off with a big-knee knocking Punk for six back to the mat. Rollins pulls himself back together and Bray beckons him to the top rope. Rollins obliges and heads to the top rope from the outside. Punk is dead-centre of the ring as Rollins launches himself off the top rope with an attempted Frog Splash but Punk gets the knees up and knocks all of the wind out of 'The Messiah'. Punk gets back to his feet before Rollins and as Rollins sits back up Punk drives his knee into the side of his head with the Shining Wizard. Punk covers.
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NO!, Wyatt breaks up the pin attempt. The referee tries to get Wyatt out of the ring but Wyatt glances him a look which seemingly sends him too into a trance and Wyatt pursues Punk into the corner but in comes Warhorse who leaps onto the back of Wyatt with multiple strikes before Wyatt shrugs him off to the floor. But this allows Punk to fend off the menacing UWF Champion and now with both men to their feet they set about double teaming Wyatt dropping him with a double clothesline before Wyatt rolls back out to the floor.
Mauro Ranallo: Look at the double team by CM Punk and Warhorse, working together to stop Bray Wyatt!
Corey Graves: Would you call these guys like Punk-Rock?, or is that a little on the nose?
Rollins is back to his feet and knocks Warhorse through the ropes to the floor before CM Punk can stop him. Punk grabs Rollins and spins him round but Rollins, seemingly re-energised drops Punk with the Avada Kedavra Punk is knocked to his knees before Rollins drops him again with the Superkick right between the eyes. Rollins covers.
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NO!, Punk gets the shoulder out. Wyatt seemingly incensed reaches out his hand for the tag of Rollins who kindly obliges before stepping back out to his own corner. Wyatt grabs CM Punk by the face and raises him to his feet. He begins speaking to Punk telling him what lies ahead for him at Summerslam before he throws CM Punk off the ropes and when Punk comes back he drops him with a devastating Urinage. Wyatt wastes little time in continuing his assault on Punk raising him to his feet before tossing him across the ring and into the corner. Wyatt then builds up a head of steam before running at Punk and dropping him with the body-block in the corner. Wyatt is maniacal laughing to himself before motioning to CM Punk that it's time for him to go to sleep. Wyatt goes into the corner and leans back looking at Punk who is getting to his feet. Samoa Joe makes a move but Wyatt flashes a point towards the Samoan Submission Machine and Rollins takes him out with a flying knee to the outside. This leaves no distraction as Wyatt waits for Punk to get up. As Punk finally gets to his feet Wyatt grabs him but in comes the valiant Warhorse who knocks Wyatt to the floor with a Spinning Heel Kick! The crowd are electric as Warhorse knocks down the champion. Wyatt falls back into his corner and Seth Rollins tags himself in, seemingly willing to take any damage for Wyatt and being relentless in his pursuit. Rollins runs at Warhorse but the Warhorse is ready, ducks down and under Rollins before driving him into the corner with a German Suplex. Rollins falls to the outside as Warhorse gets to the ring apron and begs Punk to tag him in. Punk is still dazed from Wyatt's assault but makes the tag as Warhorse heads to the top rope. Wyatt comes in but Punk sidesteps and sends him to the outside. Warhorse steads himself on the top rope before launching himself towards Rollins, Wyatt and Samoa Joe with crazy elbow drop dropping all men to the floor.
Tom Phillips: 4000 POUNDS OF RAW HEAVY METAL CAN FLY!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA WARHORSE LAYING IT ALL ON THE LINE TONIGHT!
CM Punk looks on in shock and disbelief, as well as being mightily impressed before he too grabs the top rope and and launches himself over the top rope with a Corkscrew Plancha onto Bray Wyatt taking down the UWF Champion. Warhorse if full of fire as he rolls Seth Rollins into the ring and heads to the top rope. He's looking for the Ass Ruler but Rollins knows this and falls back onto the top rope crotching the Warhorse on the top turnbuckle. Rollins then goes to the top rope and grabs Warhorse around the neck before lifting him into the air looking for the Superplex but Warhorse fights him off with everything he's got. He gets his feet back down to the turnbuckle and begins scratching and clawing before driving some vicious headbutts into the side of the head of 'The Architect' before he harnesses the power of the Warhorse army and drops Rollins back down to the mat with a final thunderous headbutt. Rollins is rolling over to his feet as Warhorse wipes off the cobwebs and raises the horns high in the air before launching himself off the top rope and down onto the back of Rollins' head and neck with both feet with the ASS RULER!. The crowd go absolutely banana as bodies lay to waste on the outside and Warhorse covers Rollins.
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Winners: CM Punk and WARHORSE!
The crowd are ecstatic as Slayer blasts over the PA system and Warhorse raises his Intercontinental Championship high into the air. Punk soon joins him and both men have their hands raised by the referee. Punk locks eyes with Warhorse and immediately the feeling turns sour, both men seemingly argue about who won them the match.
Mauro Ranallo: I don't know if these two will ever truly be friends but they just scored a win over Seth Rollins and the UWF Champion, Bray Wyatt.
Corey Graves: A huge win for both men going into Summerslam but that's only if they don't end up tearing themselves to pieces here guys.
Punk and Warhorse continue to argue, going to head to head when suddenly Warhorse shoves Punk out of the way of Bray Wyatt!. Wyatt has the championship belt in his hands and blindsides both men, Warhorse seemingly sacrificing Punk and taking the shot to the face. Warhorse is bloodied on the mat as Punk quickly tires to fight off the UWF Champion but Rollins is to his feet and he attacks Punk from behind and both men now begin to stomp on the body and head of the number one contender.
Mauro Ranallo: This is a mugging, an assault at the hands of the UWF Champion and the possessed Thursday Night Messiah!
Officials run down to try and stop the attack but Wyatt clears them off before he calls for Rollins to raise Punk up and send him into Wyatt's arms. Wyatt softly plants a kiss on the forehead of CM Punk - the kiss of death- before twisting and sending Punk face first into the UWF Championship belt which lays on the floor with Sister Abigail!. Warhorse crawls towards the melee but is only met with a vicious, sickening Curb Stomp from Seth Rollins driving his bloodied face into the mat. Samoa Joe is already layed out on the outside seemingly by Seth Rollins, lost in the ruckus of what's going on in-ring.
Mauro Ranallo: SISTER ABIGAIL!... CURB STOMP!... MAMA MIA!
Tom Phillips: Wyatt and Rollins may have lost the match, but this war is far from over and with Wyatt pulling the strings this might just be the first in a long line of beatings taken by both Warhorse and CM Punk... I mean... who would want to challenge this guy?!
Mauro Ranallo: Is this a sign of what's to come at Summerslam!?
Wyatt extends his arms to the side, UWF Championship in his hands as Rollins drops down and looks up at him blankly. Wyatt laughs maniacally as the lights dim and focus solely on him and Rollins looking up to the Summerslam sign as the crowd seem in shock and this is the last image we see as we go off air.
END OF SHOW
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"Filthy" Tom Lawlor vs Tomasso Ciampa
Credits
Styles vs Gable - Jye
Conway vs Ciampa- Fauche
WARHORSE/Punk vs Wyatt/Rollins - Sam
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