Revolution 8/12/21

[Danny]

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



Tom Phillips: 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, Apollo Crews defends the Television Championship against Chad Gable.

Corey Graves: We’ll also see AJ Styles and WARHORSE in a non-title match.

Tom Phillips: Rob Conway will take on Bray Wyatt in a non-title match.

Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, Buddy Murphy teams up Tom Lawlor to take on Tommaso Ciampa and Eddie Kingston but first, it's Rey Mysterio taking on John Cena and that match starts right now!



DING DING!

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



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



Rey walks down the ramp.

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

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

Tony Chimel: And the opponent…



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



He's salutes to the UWF Universe

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

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

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Rey connects with a Throat Thrust that sends the Cenation leader staggering back towards the ropes. John catches himself on the ropes as Mysterio does a baseball slide through his legs and stands up on the apron, clubbing John in the back of the head with a forearm as Cena staggers forward a few steps. John stops and starts regaining his bearings as he turns around and is blasted by a Phenomenal Forearm!

Tom Phillips: Well that message was sent loud and clear.

Cena is taken off his feet as Rey gets up and guides him back to a vertical base, stopping when he’s halfway up and tossing him towards the ropes as John gets hung up over the middle one. Mysterio connects with a picture perfect 619 as the Chain Gang Leader now finds himself on his back and dazed. Rey walks over to him and flips him over, then applies the Calf Crusher.

Mauro Ranallo: Another page taken from his Summerslam opponent’s book!

Just as it looks like Cena’s going to tap, Rey releases the hold and stands up, raising his arms above his head and letting his hands meet at the palms.

Corey Graves: They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but I don’t think that’s what Rey Mysterio is going for here.

John begins to climb to a vertical base as Mysterio remains taunting when Cena suddenly thrusts his elbow directly into the abdomen of his opponent. As Rey visibly has the wind knocked out of him, John hoists him onto his shoulders and connects with an Attitude Adjustment. As Rey lies there on the mat, instead of going for the pin Cena stands at his head and then goes for the Five Knuckle Shuffle but Mysterio rolls out of the way and John hits nothing but mat, popping up from the impact as Rey trips him up and John finds himself hung up in the ropes opposite of the ones he was in earlier. Mysterio connects with another 619 and then scrambles to the top rope, jumping off and connecting with a Splash. After impact, Rey gets up and starts stomping on the ankle of his opponent a few times before applying the Calf Crusher again.

Tom Phillips: Look at the aggression being shown by Rey Mysterio here!

Mauro Ranallo: Have you seen anything like it, Corey?

Corey Graves: This is Cartel era Rey we’re seeing here, guys.

Cena has no choice but to tap out as Rey actually shows mercy and releases the hold.

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rey Mysterio!

Rey points into the camera and tells AJ this is going to be him at Summerslam as Revolution continues elsewhere.






Rob Conway: Another week goes by and it's another week without opportunity for 'The Conman'. Last week I beat Tommaso Ciampa clean as a whistle in the middle of the ring and the week before I beat Hornswoggle. And my reward?, a match against the UWF Champion and supposed demon, Bray Wyatt. Now ordinarily that would be a great opportunity to stake your claim at title contendership but you see that's the problem, that's ordinarily and let me tell you there's nothing ordinary about Rob Conway. Every week Ethan Carter lines up the competition and every week 'The Conman' doesn't just knock them down, he knocks them clean out the park - home runs week in, week out. Yet, you look at the Summerslam card and you see guys like Eddie Kingston, guys like that chump and paper champion Warhorse and you even see guys like Tommaso Ciampa - the guy 'The Conman' destroyed last week - on the card and not a damn mention of my name. Then there's this week, I see MY Television Championship being defended against Chad Gable are you kidding me?. 

Conway takes a moment to compose himself, Simon Dean cooling him down with a towel. Conway lowers his sunglasses.

Apollo shouldn't be holding that championship belt - it belongs to me - and if Chad Gable happens to beat him this week?, well then guess what kid, you're no more a champion than Apollo Crews. But this is just another example of the wide-scale conspiracy against 'The Conman'. I've been angling for weeks to have my rematch against Apollo Crews and where is he?, nowhere to be seen, probably hiding out over in Nigeria, scared to face the real Television Champion. And to give the shot to Gable?, that's just the icing on the cake, I mean who the hell even is Chad Gable?. I've never heard of him and let's face facts, he's nowhere near me - in the ring, on the mic or in star power. But that's the thing. Nobody is. See I've got Simon Dean and Sylvan in my corner now. I'm optimised by the Simon System and I'm operating at a different level to everybody else in the UWF.

Conway nudges his sunglasses back into place.

So this is a warning to the UWF roster. It doesn't just have to be the Television Championship, it could be the Intercontinental, hell it could even be the UWF Championship once I'm done beating that sweathog Bray Wyatt up tonight. But sooner, rather than later, the conspiracy against 'The Conman' will be brought to and end and the undeniable truth will become reality. The truth is that I am the number one superstar in the UWF today, the ticket seller, the ratings mover and the pay-per-view king. Everyone else is just a pretender and everyone else is just in my way. It won't be long believe me - before 'The Conman' and The Con-Tourage run right through UWF and it starts tonight at the very top when I show everyone all around the world that Bray Wyatt is only champion because I haven't had my shot yet. Consider tonight a preview of the future when you see 'The Conman' standing over the fallen UWF Champion and I beg each and every one of you to just look at me... just look at your future champion... it's glorious ain't it?

Conway flexes for the camera and smiles as we go elsewhere.



As Revolution continues, things head backstage where AJ Styles is standing as he looks seriously into the camera.



”The Complete” AJ Styles: Let’s cut right to the chase. Last week, Rey Mysterio laid down a challenge for Summerslam, Career versus Career between he and I. On one hand, where do you get the nerve issuing a challenge like that to me? But on the other hand, you did it because you view yours truly as the measuring stick of worth and feel if you can’t beat me, you shouldn’t stick around. Honestly that’s the smartest thing I’ve heard anyone say because it’s long overdue that I’m recognized by someone other than myself as the one-of-a-kind standard bearer that I am. But I’ve got news for you, Rey Rey: you’ve just signed your career’s death warrant because you can’t beat AJ Styles, especially with those kind of stakes. In other words, I accept.

AJ turns and walks off with that statement as Revolution continues.








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.

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DING DING DING


Gable walks over to Crews and extends his hand, offering him a spot in the Alpha Academy. Crews doesn't have time for these games and wants to prove why he's champion in the first place. He takes a big swing at Gable but Chad ducks it and takes his waist, sending him flying back with a German Suplex! Crews lands high on his neck and goes to stand up again right away but Gable grabs him and hits a Snap German Suplex! Crews gets up again and this time walks right into Gable who delivers a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pin!



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Crews kicks out! Gable grabs Apollo and brings him back to his feet but Crews ends up punching him in the gut a few times before lifting him up for a Back Suplex. Gable flips over and lands on his feet. He jumps up for a Dropkick that knocks Apollo back a few steps. Gable runs at him but Crews manages to use his strength to pop him him up in the air and deliver a Powerslam! If that wasn't enough, he stands in front of him and hits a Standing Moonsault before going for the cover.



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Gable kicks out at 1!


Tom Phillips: That early barrage of suplexes seems to have rocked Crews but he's getting right back on track.

Mauro Ranallo: Gable is an Olympic athlete so while he has not been able to come away with some wins since his debut, he's always come close and given his opponents 100%.

Corey Graves: It's only a matter of time until the Alpha Academy adds some gold to it's trophy case.


Crews grabs Gable and brings him back up to his feet. He lifts him high into the air for the Military Press, looking to end things right away but slips out behind him, grabbing both arms and putting him in a Full Nelson before popping his hips back for the Dragon suplex! Crews flips back to the corner and tries to use the ropes to help himself back up. He walks along the ropes looking dizzy but Gable runs up from behind and takes out his leg with a Chop Block. He grabs Apollo's leg and pulls him back to the center of the ring before applying the Ankle Lock! Crews yells out in pain and it's not long before he taps out!



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW Television Champion, Chad Gable!



Tom Phillips: New Champion!

Mauro Ranallo: Apollo talked a big game and wanted to prove his worth as champion and in an ironic way, he did just that.

Corey Graves: Guys I'm looking at the Alpha Academy website and it's currently down, I assume from all the foot traffic it's getting now that Gable is the champion!

Tom Phillips: I don't think that site has ever worked.

Corey Graves: They probably just blocked you Phillips because you're not good enough for the Alpha Academy.


Gable is handed the title and he celebrates like no other, finally having come away with a big win. Crews leans against the barricade looking frustrated with himself and can only watch as Gable raises the Television Championship high as the show moves on.




We see live footage of the Warhorse sitting backstage, looking directly up to the camera and looking ready to fight, as he is the main event of this night’s show. Championship by his side, he talks some words.



WARHORSE: THE WEEKS PASS BY THE WARHORSE AND YET THE SAME QUESTION KEEPS ON THE WARHORSE’S MIND, WHEN WILL SETH ROLLINS BE A MAN AND FIGHT ME? I MEAN HELL, THAT’S ALL I WANT, I WANT A MATCH WHERE HE DOESN’T BECOME POSSESSED AND ANTS START FLOWING OUT HIS ASS.

TONIGHT, HE’S NOT ON MY MIND AND HE BETTER STAY THAT WAY. I’VE SAID FOR WEEKS WHAT CONSEQUENCES THAT BOY WILL HAVE IF HE GETS IN MY WAY. THEY WON’T BE THAT OF A BREEZY DAY. NO, TONIGHT, I’VE GOT THE GREAT ENTITLED AJ STYLES. THE MAN WHO THINKS HE DESERVES THE WORLD, THE MAN WHO’S FELL MORE TIMES THAN HE’S GOT UP.

HE HAS A LOT OF LEGACY HERE, HE’S WITHOUT A DOUBT ONE OF THE MOST LEGENDARY COMPETITORS WE HAVE ON OUR ROSTER, THERE IS NO DISPUTING THAT. YET EVERY WEEK HE COMES ALONG HERE WITHOUT A DAMN SHRED OF PURPOSE, WHO EVEN KNOWS WHAT THAT BOY WANTS.

The Warhorse pauses slightly.

HE WALKS ACROSS OUR LOCKER ROOM WITH BIG BALL SYNDROME, AND NOBODY CAN DENY THAT’S AT LEAST SLIGHTLY GRATING. TONIGHT, WHATEVER HAPPENS I HOPE HE DOESN’T PUT HIS SILLY GAMES IN FRONT OF THE WAY OF OUR FIGHT. TONIGHT, THE UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION DOES WHAT THE HELL HE ALWAYS DOES. RULES SOME GODDAMN ASS.



The camera cuts to backstage, Ciampa is sitting on some stairs and is fixing his gear, just finishing off lacing his boots, he notices the camera.



Ciampa: Tonight is the night, the night that we go to war fellas. The Mad King and The Psycho Killer vs The Filthy One and The Australian W.M.D, sounds like less of a wrestling match and more of a comic book team up story, except theres no heroes in this story, only monsters.



Ciampa gets up and gets his jacket on, walking down the hallway the camera switches perspective to be facing him as he continues to walk and talk.



Ciampa: You’d think that based off audience reaction that Eddie and I would be the good guys, that we’re the heroes in this piece but we’re not. Just like our opponents Eddie and I are flawed men, we’ve betrayed friends, attacked those we care about and abandoned our morals all in the name of victory and the thing is: We’d both do it again in a heartbeat, i’d bet my life on it.



Ciampa stops and pulls out some tape from his pocket, applying more to his already taped left fist



Ciampa: But now this week we stand together as allies and as the people saw, we don’t trust each other Eddie, never have and never will, because we know each other too much, because we’re the same, we want to do good but there's that part of our mind that won’t let us, the part that is unleashed when we step into that ring and the bell rings, its almost an instinct, almost primal but this week we need to halt that and come together to beat these two fuckers back to the stone age Eddie, soften them up for Summerslam and then kick their asses just as hard there when we face them individually.



Ciampa finishes taping his left fist and quickly tapes his right, he checks both and puts down the tape, both meeting his standards.



Ciampa: After that Eddie, be rest assured that i’ll be watching and waiting because you have something that I want and what I want, I will get it sooner or later, so keep the prime time medal warm for me, i’ll be collecting her soon.



Ciampa smirks to the camera, before putting on his Casey Jones style mask and letting out a roar into the camera as it cuts to black.






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.

Tony Chimmel: Making his way to the ring, 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 ringisde.



The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.



Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!

Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.

VS


DING DING DING


The bvell rings and Conway calmly walks towards the center of the ring. All eyes are on him, just how he likes and he decides to give the people the old side chest pose. Wyatt happily claps for the display before walking over, lightly shoving Conway out of the way and doing the pose himself. This gets a few chuckles from the crowd but Conway comes back and pushes Wyatt away before showing off his chiseled abs. Sylvan is clapping for him at ringside while Simon is fanning himself with his Simon System brochure. Wyatt lifts up his shirt over his belly and starts slapping it, drawing even more cheers from the crowd.


Mauro Ranallo: Is the crowd cheering for Wyatt?

Corey Graves: He's making a mockery of the Con Man's hard work so of course these losers are cheering. They wish they had bodies like his but instead they look more like Bray.

Tom Phillips: You'd better hope he doesn't hear this.


Conway throws up his biceps to show off his strength but Wyatt does the same with a big smile on his face. Conway is tired of being made a fool of and so he knees Wyatt in the gut and starts beating on his back with clubbing blows. He tries to irish whip Bray into the ropes but Wyatt hunkers down and shakes his head. He sends Rob into the ropes instead and as he bounces off them, Wyatt takes him down with a Running Body Block! Conway rolls out of the ring to get a breather with Sylvan and Simon checking on him and making sure Bray doesn't get any closer.

Wyatt falls onto his stomach and places his face in his hands, kicking his feet up like a toddler as he watches the trio strategize. Conway slowly makes his way back into the ring and Wyatt jumps back to his feet. Bray strikes another pose but Conway runs over and kicks him in the gut. He takes his arm and picks him up for the Pumphandle Slam! Conway then exits out onto the apron and starts to climb to the top rope. Wyatt gets back to his feet and turns around right into the Diving Double Axe Handle to the top of the head! Wyatt has been crowned and the Con Man makes the cover.



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Wyatt kicks out! Conway hoists the big man back up to his feet and is able to lift him straight up into the air. That physique isn't just for show folks! Unfortunately Wyatt's weight makes it easy enough for a small shift to throw off the balance but Conway realizes this and quickly falls back to hit the Stalling Suplex. Conway heads back up top once again but Wyatt quickly rolls over to the ropes and stands up, shaking them to make Conway lose his balance and rack himself. Bray then comes over and grabs him, simply throwing him off the top back into the ring! Conway tries to stand up but as soon as he does, Wyatt take his arm, throwing it over his shoulder and lifts him high into the air before slamming him back down with the Uranage! The UWF Champion adds further injury with the Senton! He stays laying on him for the pin.



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Conway kicks out!


Tom Phillips: A lackadaisical cover there might have cost Wyatt the match.

Corey Graves: I don't think that was enough to beat the Con Man. You heard him earlier this week, the Conway he beat last time was down on his luck after having the Television Championship robbed from him. Only further proved when you look at how bad Apollo Crews has been as champion before he lost it earlier tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: Well a win over Wyatt could certainly net him another title shot but he's made it clear, he wants that UWF Championship.


Wyatt gets back to his feet and grabs the arm of Conway's dragging him over to the corner. He picks him all the way up and backs off to the opposite corner. He then takes off full speed and collides with a Body Avalanche to Conway! It looks like all the air and will to fight has left the former Television Champion's body and Wyatt brings him out to the middle of the ring while holding him in a Bear Hug! Wyatt is burying his face in Conway's chest like he's a giant teddy bear. Simon is trying to get into the ring to help but the ref stops him. On the other side of the ring, Sylvan has entered and he strikes Wyatt from behind! Wyatt eases up his grip and slowly turns back to see Sylvan. The image consultant slowly backs away as Wyatt drops Conway and turns his attention to him.


Tom Phillips: I get that you want to protect your client but that wasn't a smart move.

Corey Graves: Get out of there Sylvan!

Mauro Ranallo: What good is an image consultant when his image is about to get wrecked by the reigning UWF Champion.


Wyatt creeps towards Sylvan who falls to his knees and begs for mercy. Wyatt gets up to him but Conway hits him from behind with a Low Blow! Before Wyatt can fall to his knees. Conway grabs him and Sylvan helps him get Wyatt's feet onto the top rope. Sylvan exits the ring and Conway screws Bray into the mat with the Ego Trip! Dean backs away from the apron as Conway drags Wyatt away from the ropes and makes the pin



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Ron Conway!




Tom Phillips: He did it! He beat the UWF Champion!

Mauro Ranallo: Not without some help but with The Con-tourage at his back, who's going to stop Rob Conway?


Conway and the Con-Tourage celebrate but quickly head to the back before the UWF Champion can retaliate. As they reach the top of the ramp, Bray suddenly lifts himself upside down staring at the trio. The last thing we see is a blank stare on his face as the show moves on.




The scene opens up to Heyman sitting in front of his signature table with the signs behind him flashing the sign ‘TALKING SMACK.’ Heyman is rubbing his hands dearly and smirking heavily before he address the world.


Paul Heyman: Good evening UWF Universe. As everyone in the world show know, the clock is ticking for Warhorse and his Intercontinental Championship reign. The torch is about to be passed-- FORCEFULLY, because the Warhorse doesn’t have the testicular fortitude to hold such a prestigious championship.



There’s no amount of training that the Horse can do to bridge the gap in their talents and abilities. There’s no book, or series of luck that will magically make the War Horse into an unstoppable foe at Summer Slam for my client. There is nothing the Horse can do to stop my client from mopping the floor with his blood, sweat, and tears all around the entire arena. There is NOTHING that the Horse can do to stop himself from suffering an emotionally draining and mentally crippling defeat at the hands of my client.


Heyman slams his hand on the table starting numerous fans in attendance with the loud sound.


The Horse only has two choices: (1): Show up and get annihilated and lose the belt or (2): Don’t show up, lay down, and just quit so you can keep what little pride and dignity that you have. That would be the smart thing to do. But you’re a moron who also has 20,000 jackasses cheering and egging you on. The best thing that you can do for your career is to not listen to those fools who are only going to watch you lose your most prized possession in this world. So Horse, I plead with you for the sake of the fans, take your pride and go home. You have nothing to prove against my client. Save yourself the beating and the thrashing, and just give my client the championship that he deserves.


Heyman shaves his head at the impending doom that the Horse is facing.


You’ve seen Seth yourself lately. In mere moments he can lose it and absolutely snap! He’ll do anything to you if it means winning and, in this match, there is no Disqualification and no holds barred! War Horse, the match stipulation that you have chosen is going to be your own demise. Please, for the sake of your mind, body and soul, just lay down and give up. Your family will thank you. Your friends will thank you. The fans will thank you. Think of your future Horse.





The scene then rolls forward to the next scene.




The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. Charly Caruso is shown waiting outside of EC3's office, microphone in hand. Shortly thereafter, the door opens and the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship walks outside. He's startled to find the correspondent there, but that surprise quickly devolves in annoyance.



Punk: What the -

Caruso: Hi Punk, do you have time for a quick few questions?

The Straight Edge Superstar shakes his head "no". He tries to step past Charly but she blocks his path.

Caruso: Please, it will only take a minute andI know you're not too busy because you aren't booked tonight.

Punk: Yep. It's called having a week off, and I'm trying to enjoy it. So if you'll excuse me -

Once again, Caruso stops him from leaving. His gaze narrows into a glare but she persists.

Punk: Look, how many times do I have to tell you, I only do this stuff with Renee?

Caruso: And look where that got her.

Charly's obviously referring to Bray Wyatt's psychological harassment of Young from two week prior. The vein in Punk's forehead pulses. His complexion reddens. It's obviously something he's taking personally, but he keeps his lips pursed and sealed while the anger bubbles beneath the surface. Caruso takes advantage of that pause to get a question in.

Caruso: Do you mind telling us what you were discussing with Mr. Carter?

Brooks takes a deep breath, calms himself down, and relents, just looking for a way out of the situation now.



Punk: Ya know what? Fine. Here's your big exclusive - I just got the okay from EC3 to have an honest-to-God press conference with Bray Wyatt next week at Rebellion. The clown can play all the sick, twisted little games he wants, but a match this big deserves some real coverage. Wyatt's done everything in his power to turn this company into his own private circus. Before I take that title from him, I'm gonna give the rest of the world a chance to see him for what he is - the most ridiculous, overrated, unprofessional champion in Revolution history.

Show up early, Charly. You might even get a question in.

With that, Punk storms off in the other direction. Charly looks thrilled to have scored the scoop. Revolution continues elsewhere.




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



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.






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.



 VS 

The bell sounds and the crowd roar in anticipation of these two rivals locking horns once more. It looks like the men are going to lock up when suddenly Warhorse runs and slides to the outside taking Rhyno down with a baseball slide. Slater tries to stop the metal warrior but is taken out with a big clothesline. Warhorse takes Rhyno by the head and rams it off the steel ring post. Slater is back up and runs at Warhorse but Warhorse ducks and Slater crashes into the steel steps. The crowd roar as Warhorse throws up the horns having taken out AJ Styles' cohorts. Warhorse evening the score. AJ Styles rolls to the outside to get to Warhorse but Warhorse rolls back into the ring. Styles chases Warhorse in but is met with a big clothesline as he gets to his feet in the ring. Styles is quickly back up but is down with another clothesline. Warhorse is on fire feeling the energy from the crowd when he stands over AJ Styles waiting for him to get back up, he ducks under Styles and grabs the waist-lock looking perhaps for the German Suplex but AJ fights fights back hitting Warhorse with multiple back elbows causing Warhorse to relinquish his grip on the former multi-time champion, AJ Styles then drops to his back flinging his foot through the air to catch Warhorse with the Pele Kick knocking him to the mat below.

Mauro Ranallo: Frantic start to this match-up here tonight with Warhorse immediately choosing the even the scores

Corey Graves: He's taken AJ Styles almost by surprise but with that Pele Kick, now we'll see 'The Complete' AJ Styles start to take control.

Indeed as Corey speculates AJ Styles does begin to take control after shaking off some cobwebs. AJ gets to a vertical base and as Warhorse also stumbles to his feet AJ lands a few knife-edge chops into his chest forcing him into the corner. AJ continues to lay into Warhorse in the corner. Warhorse puts his dukes up in some kind of defence but AJ Styles goes to the mid-section dropping the Intercontinental Champion with a kick to the gut. AJ Styles then takes some time to gloat, he knows he's good and he wants everyone else to know but this allows Warhorse to fight back at Styles but the wiley veteran Styles ducks under the right hand of Warhorse and instead dropkicks him from behind. The force sends Warhorse crashing through the middle ropes and to the outside. Rhyno and Heath Slater are hovering over him and the crowd are booing loudly. AJ Styles appears to be limping however. He's holding his ankle, he's saying it's from the dropkick and the referee goes over to attend to his injury. This however gives opportunity for Heath Slater and Rhyno to lay into Warhorse on the outside. They're giving him the Robert DeNiro kicks from Goodfellas and they're giving it him good. They leave him laying and leave the scene as AJ Styles miraculously recovers from his injury and drops out of the ring in pursuit of his prey.

Mauro Ranallo: How they hell can the referee fall for AJ Styles antics?, he clearly was not injured whatsoever and now Warhorse has been assaulted by his henchmen on the outside!

Tom Phillips: Totally reprehensible behaviour from AJ Styles.

Corey Graves: Can't we just marvel at his powers of recovery guys?, that's one of the calling cards of a true legend - perseverance!

Styles feigns a limp before laughing to himself, pointing to his head as if to say he's the smartest man in the arena. Styles grabs Warhorse by the hair and rolls him into the ring where he quickly covers putting the forearm across the Intercontinetal Champion's face just for good measure. 



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Warhorse rolls the shoulder out. AJ Styles looks disgusted but quickly locks in the rear-chinlock in order to wear down his opponent. The dominant Styles is mouthing off to his younger, less experienced opponent. He's telling him how great he is and how he's got a lot left in the tank. Warhorse however isn't listening to Styles. He's feeding off the crowd who chant his name. Horns in the air he begins to rise. Styles seems almost stunned at how quickly Warhorse can recover with the crowd willing him on and sooner than later he's back to his feet. He fends off Styles with a few shots to the gut before he takes AJ Styles head and clashes his own cranium into that of Styles dropping him to the floor. The crowd roar as Warhorse drops Styles creating some seperation between the two. Styles gets to his feet looking glazy eyed and Warhorse doesn't relent he sends AJ Styles off the ropes and when he rebounds the Heavy Metal Superstar lifts AJ Styles up into the air and turns around dropping 'The Demi-God' with a thunderous Powerslam.  Warhorse stays atop, hooking the legs for leverage.



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AJ Styles kicks out. Warhorse refuses to stop in his pursuit of victory and waits for Styles to get back up before he hooks the arms looking for a half-nelson suplex but Styles reverses, slips out and hits Warhorse with some strikes before going for a spinning back-fist but Warhorse ducks under, hooks the arm and drops Styles right on his head with the Half-Nelson Suplex. Warhorse covers again.


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AJ Styles just rolls the shoulder out.

Mauro Ranallo: 3!, was it?!... NO!... Styles still in this.

Tom Phillips: It's been back and forth action thus far but it'll take more than that to put a superstar the calibre of AJ Styles away.

Warhorse is relentless, he grabs AJ Styles by the head and signals he's going for a powerbomb. He places Styles' head between his legs, but before he can lift him up Styles fends him off before suddenly dropping Warhorse by the leg and locking in the Calf Crusher!. The crowd can't believe their eyes as Styles so quickly locks in his signature submission. Warhorse writhes in agony on the mat but isn't quite central to the ring - meaning he has a chance. The crowd are willing him on. They're chanting 'WARHORSE!, WARHORSE!' as he desperately reaches for the bottom rope. He begins to scratch and claw - bringing himself closer and closer to the ropes. He's yelling out in pain and suffering with every extra inch he moves towards the bottom rope. AJ Styles is yelling at him to submit, to tap out - to quit - but Warhorse doesn't know the word 'quit' and pulls himself yet closer to the bottom rope before he makes a last ditch lunch with his arm and grabs the bottom rope but as he reaches it Heath Slater reaches and pulls the rope back from him. The referee steps in the way and admonishes Heath who says he didn't do anything, the referee isn't having any of it and ejects Rhyno and Slater from ringside. The crowd cheer but it's of little good to Warhorse who was close to the bottom rope. Instead AJ just drags him back the middle of the ring and drops some big knees into the weakened lower leg of Warhorse before once again locking in the Calf Crusher!. The crowd are booing loudly but still willing their champion to the ropes. 

Corey Graves: He's got to tap!, he's got to!

Tom Phillips: THE WARHORSE NEVER DIES!

Warhorse still refuses to quit, pounding the mat with his fists in order to bring the crowd back to the fever pitch they were at prior. He pulls himself towards the ropes and makes stunning progress, showing his heart but soon he begins to fade. The pain becoming too much for the Intercontinental Champion. He looks to be out and so the referee checks his arm once - it drops, twice - it drops again but on the third check his fist flies up into the air and into the horns and the crowd roars. Warhorse himself roars, pain and rage etched on his now half-removed face paint. With the will of the crowd and with sheer guts he pulls himself towards the ropes and reaches out with a hand and grabs it. The crowd roar once more for the Warhorse but AJ Styles refuses to relinquish his grip. The referee gives him to the count of five before Styles is forced to give up his grip. Frustrated Styles gets to his feet and gets into the referee's face before he focuses back on the task in hand. He tries to get after Warhorse but Warhorse has rolled to the outside and can barely stand. As Warhorse almost gets to his feet, AJ Styles sets himself and pulls himself up over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha to the outside dropping the hobbling Warhorse to the mat once again. AJ Styles jumps to his feet and yells 'THIS IS YOUR GUY?, REALLY?'

Mauro Ranallo: Warhorse's leg has to be seriously compromised after multiple Calf Crushers from AJ Styles

Corey Graves: He can barely stand let alone walk and now AJ Styles is firmly in control.

Styles once again rolls Warhorse back into the ring and once again covers him.



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NO!, Warhorse rolls the shoulder out. Styles can't believe it. he's holding up the 3 to the referee. Once again the referee tells Styles to back down. Styles does so, not wanting to risk disqualification. Styles instead goes right back to work on Warhorse. He forces him into the corner where he stands over him on Bret's Rope - the middle rope - and begins the ten punches to the head of Warhorse. The crowd count along despite not being on Styles' side and when he reaches the final punch he mocks Warhorse raising the horns into the air but this gives his opponent the chance to rally round and he slips out from behind Styles and grabs him around the waist before sending him flying half way across the ring with a quite incredible corner German Suplex off the middle rope. The crowd erupt as Warhorse gets to his feet and waits for AJ Styles to get to his feet before going for a big Lariat, his leg isn't willing however and he stumbles into Styles who kicks him in the gut and signals for the Styles Clash. Styles goes to lift Warhorse up but the Intercontinental Champion fights for dear life and escapes dropping Styles over head again. Warhorse however can't get to his feet to capitalise and so Styles is first to his feet and grabs Warhorse by the head. Warhorse however breaks the grip and drops Styles with a bruising Lariat - almost taking Styles' head clean off!. Warhorse covers. 


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NO!, Styles rolls the shoulder out. Warhorse can't quite believe it but isn't wasting anymore time. He uses the ropes to hoist himself to his feet. He slaps his bum-leg and looks out the crowd with a great intensity in his expression. He points to the corner and then to Styles and signals he's going to drop the elbow.

Mauro Ranallo: How is Warhorse even still walking let alone thinking about the Elbow Drop?!

Corey Graves: He's deranged Mauro, he's off his rocker!

Warhorse gingerly makes his way over to the corner in front of Styles and slowly climbs his way to the top rope. AJ Styles however is already stirring unbeknownst to Warhorse and Styles 'falls' against the ropes causing Warhorse to crotch himself. Worse yet Styles drops Warhorse backwards into the tree of woe. Styles lands a few nasty looking kicks into the chest of Warhorse as the referee tries to pull him away. Styles walks backwards and drops one last dropkick into the face of the prone Warhorse. The referee gives Styles a final warning as Styles holds his hands up and laughs. The referee is tending to Warhorse who has his ankle tied up in the ropes in the corner, he's trying to free the weary Intercontinental Champion. Styles is mocking Warhorse, pretending the cry like a baby as he struggles to get free. The referee eventually gets him free and checks on Warhorse who's leg is visibly very beat up. Styles is yelling at the referee to ring the bell but Warhorse says no. Styles laughs and leans against the ropes before stepping out and signalling all that awaits Warhorse is a Phenomenal Forearm but from absolutely nowhere a hooded man from the crowd appears at ringside with a chair and he smashes it into the back and back of AJ Styles head before doing a disappearing act into the crowd where he pulls his hood down and reveals that it's Rey Mysterio!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA ITS REY MYSTERIO!

Corey Graves: He just nailed Styles with the chair right behind the referees back. 

Warhorse and the referee are still conferring, missing all the commotion when Warhorse sees what's happened. He wastes little time in heading back to the rope. The referee tries to talk him down but he refuses to listen. He slaps his bum leg again and with everything he's got he leaps off the tope rope and drops a missile dropkick right into the back AJ Styles head which is hanging between the middle rope and the ring. This spikes Styles' head into the ground in a disgusting motion and the crowd erupt, Warhorse has hit the ASS RULER!. Warhorse has given it his all and crawls his way over to Styles before rolling him over for the pin.

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WINNER: WARHORSE!



Warhorse is helped to his feet by the referee but he shrugs him off and raises the horns high in the air, stumbling forward into the ropes where he is handed his intercontinetal championship which he then holds high above his head for the world to see.

Mauro Ranallo: What a victory for the Intercontinental Champion over the Hall of Famer, AJ Styles through all the adversity, he's put him away!

Corey Graves: If it wasn't for Rey Mysterio it wouldn't be the case!

Tom Phillips: The ASS RULER had to put up with Heath Slater and Rhyno on the outside all night, you can only see it as evening the odds!

Mauro Ranallo:  Rey Mysterio sure sent a message and I'm sure AJ Styles heard it loud and clear!

Warhorse exits the ring and hobbles up the ramp with his Intercontinental Championship as Styles comes to. Styles doesn't know what happened and still seems a little dazed as he stands up holding his head. Styles looks out into the crowd and sees Mysterio standing pointing at him with one finger and to the Summerslam sign with the other. Styles looks livid as Mysterio disappears into the crowd before giving Styles on final look.







The scene opens up with Charly Caruso standing by with Forever Champion Sami Zayn.

Charly Caruso: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, Sami Zayn.



Sami Zayn: That's Forever Champion Sami Zayn! Pleased to be back in the UWF and although I sadly haven't been cleared to compete yet, I got a very interesting call last week from a certain someone with regards to a new potential protege.

Charly Caruso: Yes well we all want to know who you decided was good enough to fall under your wing.

Sami Zayn: Well you see that's the thing, nobody was good enough. I scoured the world for people looking for up and comers but no one was at the level I wanted. I also took to the indies to see if there was someone more polished who needed a chance. I contacted Mexico's best lawyer to help find someone worthy of being under the wing of the Forever Champion Sami Zayn. Luckily we found someone and it's crazy but hear me out, he may be better than me. So far he's been unable to get into the country quick enough to get here so he was kind enough to record a message for everyone. Introducing my new protege!

The scene fades out and fades back in to reveal Sami's new protege giving a pre-recorded.



El Generico: ¡Hola, todos! ¡No estoy muerto! ¡Estoy tan feliz de estar de regreso en la UWF! Mucho ha cambiado en los últimos 5 años. He visto en casa y he visto a muchas personas talentosas entrar y salir a través de esas cortinas. Estoy emocionado por el próximo capítulo de mi larga e histórica carrera. Con el campeón eterno Sami Zayn en mi esquina, ¡no hay nada que nadie pueda hacer para detenernos! Mi objetivo aquí es el mismo que el de todos los demás, ¡el Campeonato de la UWF! ¡Espero hacer que Sami Zayn y el resto de ustedes se sientan orgullosos! OLE!

Scene fades out and back in to show Sami with a wide smile on his face.

Sami Zayn: So what do you think!? El Generico! Can you believe it!?

Charly Caruso: Uhh Sami, he looks kind of familiar.

Sami Zayn: Of course he does, he's a world renowned luchador! I don't expect someone like you who only watches UWF to know what great talent there is around the world. But don't worry Charly, you and everyone else will get a fresh reminder when El Generico makes his in ring debut at Rebellion!

Sami walks off with a big smile on his face as Revolution rolls on.





Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match an is your Main Event of the evening!



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.

Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Chael Sonnen... weighing in at 205 pounds... from Las Vegas, Nevada... "Filthy" Tom Lawlor!

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.



The former MMA competitor stands in his corner, waiting for the others to arrive.



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 out head held high as he measures up the crowd, Murphy looks towards the ring as he slowly makes his way to the ring...

Chimel: On his way to the ring, Buddy Murphy, The AUSSIE W.M.D...

Murphy gets to the ring where he steps back a moment before 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 moves to his corner where he sits on the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin, Murphy looks on as Kay and Sonya look on already 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 their opponents... first, 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, eyeing up his opponents.



Eddie Kingston storms down the ramp next.

Chimel: And finally, weighing in at 240 pounds... from Yonkers, New York... Eddie Kingston!

Chimel slides under the ropes and stands should to should with Ciampa, staring down Lawlor and Murphy. Chimel heads out of the ring while each team selects a member to kick things off. The Referee then calls for the bell.



VS





It's Ciampa and Lawlor kicking things off. The Mixed Martial Artist has been baiting the Sicilian Psychopath for weeks. Now the Biggest Party of the Summer has arrived a few days early with the Summerslam opponents squaring off live on Revolution. Filthy Tom raises his hands, fist balled, ready to scrap. You can tell by the look on Tommaso's face that he's been thinking about this moment for a while now - eagerly anticipating the time when he'd get a chance at some comeuppance.

Ciampa starts across the ring. Lawlor starts to go to meet him there, but Sonnen hops up on the apron right beside Murphy and beckons his guy back. Lawlor retreats to take some last-minute advice from his corner man. Tommaso just scoffs at them - a short, sardonic laugh mocking the idea that a man like Chael Sonnen could offer any wisdom to get Tom unstuck now that he's got his foot firmly in the bear trap. The Bad Guy isn't advising the Filthy One to fight, though. Instead, on his coach's recommendation, Tom turns and slaps Murphy on the shoulder, tagging him into the match.

Lawlor steps out of the ring through the ropes, stirring up the fans who aren't happy to be robbed of the confrontation.


Ranallo: Not a popular choice, but you can't blame Lawlor. No doubt Ciampa is chomping at the bit to get his hands on him. This is the smart play.

Sonnen: Tom Lawlor is an incredible competitor, but having a mind like Chael Sonnen's in his corner has proven to be invaluable.

Phillips: Yes, but sooner or later, whether its tonight or Summerslam, he's going to have to fight Tommaso Ciampa.


Show-off that he is, the Aussie W.M.D. doesn't mind entering the action. He shrugs before vaulting himself over the top rope. Ciampa steps in, eyes fixated on Lawlor still. He tries to step around Murphy but finds himself held back by the man from down under. Annoyed, Tommaso slugs him with a huge forearm shiver then breezes past. Lawlor drops off the apron at Chael's insistence, joining Kay and Deville on the floor while the Official does what he can to stop Ciampa from leaving the squared circle to chase him down.

When Tommaso goes to step through the ropes, Murphy grabs him by the tights and pulls him back. He offers up a receipt for early, clipping his opponent with a strike to the head before whipping him across the ring. Ciampa bounces off the ropes, headhunting with a running lariat on the return. Buddy cartwheels out of the way - a more straightforward evasion would have sufficed, but the man is all about style. Sticking the landing, he can't help but wink at the hard cam, well aware that the whole world is watching him live in the main event of Revolution.


Ranallo: I believe this is Buddy Murphy's first main event match in the UWF, and I'm sure he intends to make the most of it.

Graves: He has a ton of momentum behind him with that win over the recently dethroned TV Champion last week. I'd say he's a favourite to be the first man to take the Prime Time Medal off of someone before they can cash it in.

Phillips: You can't underestimate Eddie Kingston, though.


Standing in his home corner, The Diamond in the Rough is waiting for the chance to tag in and get a piece Murphy. Ciampa isn't ready to step out yet, however. Denied the opportunity to take out his anger on Lawlor, the Psycho Killer temporarily settles for making an example out of Buddy.

Tommaso closes in on Murhpy and the two lock up, collar-and-elbow style. Murphy hastily transitions into a hammerlock, but Ciampa spins out almost immediately. The Bostonian plants a knee in his foe's gut, bending him over to set up a suplex. Buddy is sent overhead, though he manages to overrotate and land on his feet just behind Tommaso. Ciampa turns around to find a Rolling Elbow coming right for his jawline, so he ducks while Murphy's momentum causes him to overotate. Now back to back, the Sicilian Psychopath reaches over and hooks the armpits before dropping down to execute a a backslide. He pulls Buddy down and brings his shoulders to the canvas to try for the pin...



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Tommaso powers out just in time, wiggling free to avoid a quick ending to the headlining bout.


Phillips: Murphy almost stole the win there!

Graves: He just got caught up in the moment! It happens to everyone!


Ciampa isn't very happy about the cheating. He damn near takes Buddy's head off with a lariat as they're both getting to their feet. The impact turns the Aussie inside out, and before he even has a chance to collect himself, Tommaso hauls him up, hoists him over his shoulder and drops him down hard with an Air Raid Crash!

Murhpy crumples up as he's driven into the canvas at the awkward angle. Ciampa leans back over him to make the cover, turning to glare over at Lawlor as he does so...



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Murphy kicks out in time. Ciampa is hardly even paying attention, though. He's still scowling at his date for Summerslam. Kingston shouts at him to get his head in the game. Tommaso hears that, and he stands, walks over to his corner and slaps his partner's hand - probably a little harder than would be considered polite. Eddie nods, understanding that energy better than most might, but warns him to stay focused as they exchange places in ring and on apron.

Kingston marches towards Murhpy, who looks up mortified as he sees his own Summerslam opponent incoming. Eddie puts a boot in the Aussie's chest to keep him down. Murphy tries to sucrry away but soon finds himself backed up in a neutral corner. Eddie starts stomping a mud hole through him, shouting this and that about coming after his Prime Time Medal, taking food off his table, ya know, stuff like that.

The Official is forced to intervene before long, demanding the Diamond in the Rough back off under threat of a five count. Eddie makes the most of it, but finds support from the crowd regardless cause they just like the dude's brand of violence. Kingston backs off just after the four, hands raised up like he's innocent and on his best behaviour. The Ref shoots him a stern look before going to check on Murhpy.


Graves: Eddie Kingston is low life thug. I don't know which cell block this guy learned to wrestle in, but there's no place for street fighting in a wrestling ring.

Ranallo: One could argue that nobody has worked harder for longer than the Diamond in the Rough to make it to the major leagues. Admittedly, he's a bit unorthodox, but he's tough as nails and more importantly, boasting an incredible record heading into the biggest pay-per-view event of his career.


The Official bends over to see how Murhpy's doing. Huffing, puffing, and pissed off now, Buddy shoves him away and runs straight at Kingston. Eddie spots him a mile away and cuts him off with a Big Boot. Footprint embedded in his face, the WMD somehow stays standing. Not that that does him any good, though. Eddie grabs him and drives him into the mat with a thunderous Saito Suplex! Once again, Murphy is compacted and crunched up, leaving him wide open for a pin attempt. Eddie hooks a leg, hoping to stifle the Prime Time Medal challenger's ambitions ahead of their Summerslam tilt.



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Murohy gets a shoulder up to break the count!

Bille Kay jumps up on to the apron, screaming at Buddy to get up and fight back. The Official heads over to calm her down, but this all serves as a distraction. Sonya Deville jumps up on one of the other aprons, though Eddie sees her coming. He steps to Deville, warning her not to try anything. Unfortunately, this leaves his back turned to Buddy, and despite the crowd and his partner's attempts to warn him, he finds himself on the sour end of a low blow.


Phillips: Unbelivable!

Ranallo: That one came from Down Under!


Kingston drops to his knees, gasping for air. Buddy gets up, takes a second to find his balance, but then explodes with a second wind. He sprints across the ring, builds up some more speed hitting the ropes, and comes back to obliterate Eddie with a V-Trigger! His knee slams into Kingston's mug, flattening the New Yorker.

Seeing that her work is done, Billie drops down and tells the Referee to get back to work. She and Sonya head back to their corner, where Chael compliments their gamesmanship. Murphy, meanwhile, drops down and hooks both legs deep to put Kingston away. The Official, unaware of the foul play, makes the count...



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Eddie manages to kick out! The crowd breathes a sigh of relief while Ciampa tells the Ref to get control of the match. Murhpy's feeling pretty banged up and looks to his corner for some rest. Lawlor happily extends his arm, ready to tag back into the match now. Buddy drags Eddie towards their side of the ring and slaps the Filthy One's hand, re-introducing him to the contest.

There's an unmistakably lukewarm response to Tom. Standing against the apron, Sonnen calls up and instructs Lawlor to ignore the haters and do what he does best. The promising prospect cracks a grin, fully intending to do so. He peels Kingston up off of the mat, deadlifting the much heavier man only to bring him back down to earth with an enormous German Suplex!


Phillips: Wow! Big German Suplex from Tom Lawlor there.

Graves: The perfect blend of power and technique. This guys is a machine.


While he could go for a pin, Tom is just getting started. Hands still clasped around the waist, he rolls around and once again scoops Kingston up while getting vertical. Eddie tries to break free, throwing an elbow backwards hoping to knock Filthy Tom off. It's utterly ineffective. Lawlor sends him into the mat with a second German Suplex, this one shaking the entire ring. Ciampa slaps the rope and stomps a foot while the crowd claps along, their hope being to will Kingston to power. The Diamond in the Rough is a ragdoll in the Mixed Martial Artist's grip, though, and can't stop himself from being German'd for a third, definitive time.

With the trifecta complete, Lawlor bridges, pressuring his opponents' shoulders into the mat to make the cover. The fifth man slides down to count it...



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Eddie kicks out at two! Lawlor sits up and condescendingly slaps Eddie across the back of his head. He then points up at Ciampa and says something about this being what's in store for him. This riles up the Psycho Killer. Tommaso tries to come through the ropes but the Ref steps in the way and refuses him entry. Tom uses the brief distraction to land some closed-fist ground-and-pound on the stunned Kingston. While doesn't endear him to the UWF Universe, each fist that lands takes a noticeable toll.

When the Official finally turns back around, Tom is bringing Eddie back up to a standing base. Kingston throws an errant haymaker. Filthy Tom ducks it, steps behind him and executes an Exploder Suplex with alarming speed. The Diamond in the Rough slams in the mat with a thud. He's barely conscious anymore. Chael it shouting at his boy to finish him off but the confident combatant doesn't show any urgency as he strolls after his battered opponent.


Graves: Lawlor is in complete control right now. He's taking it to the Prime Time Medalist and he's hardly breaking a sweat.

Ranallo: Ciampa may be in for a rough night at Summerslam, but he doesn't look intimidated.


Tommaso tells Lawlor to let Eddie tag out so they can handle their business. Tom's all like "why would I do that?" and waves off the ridiculous request. Feeling better than he was moments ago, Murphy looks over the ropes at the banged up Kingston and his own distracted partner and decides to finish this up on his own. The Aussie W.M.D. reaches over and slaps Lawlor on the shoulder, tagging himself into the match. Tom wheels around, confused and angered by the interruption. Murphy isn't paying attention to him. He's too worried about the spotlight.

At the Referee's insistence, an irritated Lawlor exits the ring while Buddy scales the turnbuckle. Billie Kay and Sonya Deville cheer him on as he perches at the peak, waiting for Eddie to get standing again. Kingston doesn't know what city he's in, much less the danger zone he's entering in getting to his feet. Sure enough, in a zombie-esque fugue state, the Diamond in the Rough gets up only to find himself on the receiving end of a Meteora from Murphy!

The Aussie ploughs through Kingston with two flying knees to the chest. He lands right on top of Eddie while they both crash into the mat, setting him up perfectly for the pin attempt. Murphy doesn't waste any time in hooking a leg...


Ranallo: MAMA MI-TE-ORA!

Graves: That's gotta be it!



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No! Eddie will not stay down! Buddy pops right up and gets in the Ref's face, chewing him out over a perceived slow count. Kay jumps on the apron as well, shouting at the Official to his job. Lawlor, meanwhile, looks super frustrated, believing that he could have finished things off already if Murphy hadn't tagged himself back in. Chael's saying the same thing to Sonya, who let's him know where to shove it.

With that entire side of the ring in chaos, there's nobody left to pay attention to Eddie as he crawls towards his home corner. The fans start buzzing - a delicate hum that's equal parts excited and nervous about their boy's chance of making it to safety. Slowly but surely, Kingston inches his way nearer to Ciampa's outstretched hand.


Graves: Hey! Pay attention! You're about to throw this match away! Kingston's almost at his corner!

Phillips: There's no stopping him now!


Murphy finally sees what's happening but its too late! Kingston slaps Ciampa's hand and the Pyscho Killer explodes over the ropes, taking out the Aussie as he rushes over with a flying crossbody. Tommaso immediately heads over to the enemy corner but both Lawlor and Kay drop to the floor, all parties scattering to avoid Ciampa's wrath. Tommaso lets the run scared while he spins around to come back after Buddy with a huge running lariat. He clobbers the WMD, knocking him to the ground before picking him, hooking his arms and nailing a devastating Fairy Tale Ending!

Ciampa rolls him over for the cover. Lawlor leaps back on to the apron, sensing the end is near. The Ref starts the count...



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Lawlor comes through the ropes. Ciampa looks up and sees him.



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The Ref notices Tommaso being distracted and cuts the count short. He stands up head The Filthy One off. Ciampa is about to go after him too, but Tom just waves them both off and rolls back out to the floor, wanting no part of that prior to Summerslam.



Phillips: Tom Lawlor has been trying to pick a fight with Tommaso Ciampa for weeks and now that he finally has the chance, he's running scared!

Graves: Don't be ridiculous. Tom and Chael are masters of the gameplan, and they know the value of the unknown. There's no benefit to letting Ciampa get a feel for Tom's power before their official match. There's too much at stake!


Lawlor backs away, Sonnen at his side. Billie Kay is gawking at him, baffled about why he isn't helping Murphy.

Ciampa watches Tom step away from the ring then turns when Eddie Kingston gets his attention. The Diamond in the Rough's words are lost under the roar of the crowd, but the plan that comes together next makes it all clear. Picking Murphy up off the mat, Tommaso hoists him up on to his shoulders in an Electric Chair position. Though he's beat up to all heck, Kingston manages to climb to the top of the buckle. With the crowd chanting his name, Eddie leaps off and hammers the Aussie with a flying clothesline.


Ranallo: MAMA MIA!

Phillips: Doomsday Device! Doomsday Device!


Murphy crashes down to the mat and Ciampa rolls on to to make the cover while Lawlor just stands on the floor and watches it play out...



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DING DING







YOUR WINNERS...
TOMMASO CIAMPA AND EDDIE KINGSTON


Ciampa rolls off of Murphy and goes over to help Kingston to his feet, shaking his hand as a sign of respect. Eddie nods, returning the gesture before the duo has their arms raised in victory.


Ranallo: Finally, Tommaso Ciampa has found some measure of retaliation against Tom Lawlor, who has cost him his last two outings. We didn't get a chance to see them face off tonight, but the date is set for Summerslam, and if anything, it promises to be even more personal given how this main event match played out tonight.

Graves: Ciampa looked impressive as always, but I think he's bitten off way more than he can chew here. Lawlor is clearly in his head. As for Murphy and Kinston, I imagine that the Aussie W.M.D. is going to coming back firing on all cylinders to get this win back and earn that Prime Time Medal.

Phillips: He'll certainly try, but what we just witnessed was yet another testament to the grit of the Diamond in the Rough, who has proven time and time again that he can take anyone's best shot and keeping moving forward.


Murphy rolls out of the ring and is collected by Kay and Seville, who help him to the back. Eddie grabs his Prime Time Medal and hold sit high over head, reminding Buddy Murphy what's what. Ciampa, meanwhile, is staring a hole through Lawlor as he and Sonnen back up the ramp. Tom's sporting a knowing grin, like he has Tommaso right where he wants him. The Psycho Killer drags a thumb across his neck, making his intentions for the Filthy One crystal clear as Revolution comes to a close.



END OF SHOW

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Credits

Wyatt vs Conway, Crews vs Gable - Danny
Mysterio vs Cena - Dresden
WARHORSE vs Styles - Sam
Lawlor/Murphy vs Ciampa/Kingston - Fauche