Post by Danny on Aug 19, 2021 19:42:34 GMT -6
As the logo is seen, 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 fans from all around the world gathered for the UWF's newest show, Rebellion! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to the second edition of Rebellion! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me as always, former International Champion Corey Graves and Tom Phillips!
Tom Phillips: We're back for another action packed Rebellion. We've got the stars of Summerslam out tonight and while some people are resting for their big matches, others are looking to get some reps in.
Corey Graves: What do you know about getting reps in Phillips? Anyways we have a hell of a show tonight with some surprise guests as always. Will we see a new wrestler get added to the roster tonight?
Mauro Ranallo: We'll find out but lets get our first lets head down to the ring where Paul Heyman is standing by.
The camera switches to none other than the best manager in the world, standing solo in the middle of the ring.
Paul Heyman: Good evening Ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are keeping yourselves entertained on this lovely edition of Rebellion! Tonight—is the last stop before the biggest party of the Summer. So my client and I decided that we wanted to gift you all with something that you’ve never seen before on Rebellion! Now I’m not talking about beating War Horse until he resembles a paraplegic. Not just yet folks, we’ll save that for Summer Slam which is just a few short days away. I’m talking about my client putting his body on the line tonight and running a gauntlet!
My client, Mr. Rollins sent out the mass invitation across the world and on every social media venue. These series of matches will also be no disqualification, so that my client can get a little practice in before his big match. Anyone with a backbone can step up and accept the invite and TRY to defeat my client before Summer Slam. They can try all they can with all their might, but they won’t be able too. They will succumb to the same forces that ultimately will defeat the War Horse.
Now without further ado, I present to you all: Your NEXT Intercontinental Champion; The Messiah SETH ROLLINS!!
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!!!!!!!
½ of the Road Warriors in Hawk makes his way done to a prominent ovation from the crowd. The UWF audience remembers the legend and gives him a decent ovation. Hawk walks down the ramp and gives a few fans some high fives before entering the ring.
-Ding! Ding! Ding!-
Corey Graves: The Road warrior Hawk is the first one up folks!
Mauro Ranallo: I think he has a fair shot! A legend in the game!
Seth Rollins Stares at Hawk, who gives him a mean mug right back. Hawk charges at Rollins and goes for a clothesline, and Rollins ducks. Hawk’s momentum takes him into the ropes and he bounces back and charges at Rollins once more. Hawk goes for another clothesline, but Seth drop kicks him in the knee. Hawk immediately drops done to his stomach. He tries to get up, but he’s a step too slow. Seth Rollins has already jumped into the air and him foot has collided with the back of Hawk’s head; a curb stomp has been delivered.
Hawk’s limp body just rolls over and Seth just stares at him in disgust. Seth Rollins lazily puts one foot on Hawks’ chest and begins to blow kisses to the crowd as he stands over Hawk and the ref counts.
1……………………..
2……………………..
3!!!!!!!!!!!!
WINNER: SETH ROLLINS!
Corey Graves: Well that one ended as soon as it started folks.
Tom Phillips: I wonder who the next man up will be?
The other half of the road warriors makes his way down to the ring. Animal gets a slightly larger pop than his tag team partner and he smiles briefly at the pop. But getting revenge is on his mind and he begins to spring into the ring once he gets about halfway down the ramp. Animal slides into the ring under the bottom rope. As soon he gets done sliding, Rollins pounces on his head and delivers a sickening curb stomp out of nowhere.
Tom Phillips: You have got to be kidding me….
Seth Rollins is already pinning Animal before the bell even rings. The ref signals for the bell to ring and then he shakes his head and begins to count.
1………..
2………….
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winner: SETH ROLLINS!!
Mauro Ranallo: Well, that leaves one more contestant.
Tom Phillips: I wonder who its going to be?
Corey Graves: No WAY!!
The Ultimate Warrior comes parading down the ramp wearing his signature attire. The fans are in a rucus to see the Superstar from the past make a return into the squared circle on free television. Warrior makes his way into the ring to a nice ovation and turns to stare at Rollins.
--DING DING DING!-
War Horse immediately grabs Rollins and after a struggle, Warrior Irish whips Seth into the corner. Warrior charges at him and lands a big splash on him and then Warrior Irish whips Rollins to the opposite corner in the ring. Warriors gears up for an even bigger splash, but this time Rollins moves out of the way at the last second. Warriors’ lands headfirst on the turnbuckle and stumbles back, and Rollins drills him with a low blow. Warrior drops to both knees and Rollins kicks him on the side of the head and the smack echoes in the arena.
Seth Rollins then goes to the outside and throws the timekeeper to the ground. Seth grabs the chair she was sitting in and folds it in half before reentering the ring. Rolllins begins to walk around the Ultimate Warrior because yelling profanities at him. Rollins begins to stalk Warrior with the chair, and once he gets up, Rollins cracks him with the steel chair. The chair dents as a massive gun shot sound go off in the arena. The Ultimate Warrior is lifeless as a monsoon of blood begins to pour from his head. Rollins begins to laugh in a sick and sadistic way before beginning to just hammer away at the limps and torso of Warrior with the chair.
Corey Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, you might want to put the kids to bed because this is getting very uncomfortable.
Tom Phillips: What has happened to Rollins? My God, he must be seeing The War Horse in the Ultimate Warrior right now.
Mauro Ranallo: Somebody needs to come on out here and stop this madness! That man can’t defend himself!
Corey Graves: Well, the match is no disqualification.
Tom Phillips: That doesn’t mean that you can commit mass murder now.
After about Twenty-five chair shots to every limb and portion of The Warriors body, Rolllins finally throws down the mutilated chair. At this point, not only is Warrior still bleeding profusely from his head, but his body is mostly bruised and he’s coughing up blood. The Ultimate Warrior is truly laying in a pool of his own blood. Rollins spits on him before putting his foot on Warrior’s chest in another arrogant pin.
1…….
2……..
3!!!!!!
Winner: SETH ROLLINS WINS ALL THE GAUNTLENT MATCHES & GOES 3-0!!
The titantron switches from the UWF Rebellion graphic to a feed from backstage. Heath Slater and Rhino are walking down the hall way, heading from catering towards AJ Styles' locker room ahead of his monumental match against Rey Mysterio.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: It’s almost here, baby! The biggest party of the summer!
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: That’s a good question. AJ hasn’t really mentioned much about his plans for tonight.
They pass by a restroom along the way. A Pavlovian bell chimes in the “One Man Band”’s head. Suddenly, those several 7-Ups he slammed with his chicken parm at dinner are catching up with him.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Go on ahead and I’ll catch up, buddy. I’ve gotta make an urgent detour!
Slater rushes into the men's room and finds the nearest urinal. Even though the place is empty, he takes a spot closest to one side cause heading straight to the middle is for perverts. Famously. The Southern man unzips and relieves. He's got a healthy stream going when, outta nowhere, company arrives. Every man in the world will tell you that when you have three or more stalls, you always leave a gap between. That's just common courtesy. Slater is shocked and appalled, heck, nearly thrown off balance when the newcomer takes the urinal right next to his. He tries to ignore the intrusion, only for said intruder to violate the the next most important law - talking at the stalls.
Carumba: Hey Slater. Remember me? Name's Yikes. Yikes Carumba. You look like you're looking to find something out! Well you've come to the right place. I'm the industry's gutsiest gossip columnist! Uh! My braces are tingling! I can feel a RUMOR coming on!
Yikes rubs her braces sensually. Her eyes roll back into her skull and her voice drops an octave with the prophecy of some hot gos.
Carumba: DID YOU HEAR ABOUT RHINO? I HEAR HE'S SINGLE AND READY TO MINGLE!
Yikes' eyes and voice go back to normal and she starts typing the "news" into her phone with one hand. Slater does his best to not look over to see how the woman is also managing to use the urinal simultaneously. After jotting that info down, Yikes zips up and leans casually against the wall.
Carumba: Say, you and Rhino are pretty chummy, aren't ya? Well I've got a little inside scoop for ya, Heath. I've got jungle fever for the Beast! I'm on the hunt for the one-horned animal. If he's an endangered species let's just say I'm shopping on the black market tonight.
Heath nods, finishes up, and heads towards the sink. Yikes follows him there.
Carumba: I was thinking maybe you could... I dunno... set us up on a little date some time! We'll make it a double! Bring Mrs. Slater! I'm sure she'd love a night away from the kids! Only thing is, I'm awfully shy on account of my braces and new glasses. They're just so shiny and blatant. Do you think Rhino could ever love a girl like me?
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: You talk really freaking quick, ya know that? Anyhoo, let’s forget the fact that Rhino hasn’t shut up about you since you met a few months ago because, lady, this isn’t really a conversation I want to have in the bathroom. Why are you in the men’s room, anyway?
Heath turns to leave, not waiting for an answer, but Carumba lets out a dramatic sigh as he's heading out the door. Heath, hopeless romantic and big softie that he is, decides to throw a dog a bone. He steps into the hallway and finds Rhino waiting there.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Hey Rhino, I’ve got a surprise in here for ya!
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: What? No, it’s nothing like that, don’t be sophomoric! Trust me and get in here!
The Will heads into the men's room but somehow, someway, it's empty now. Slater kicks open each stall door and rummages through the trash, swearing to gosh that "she" was just there. Rhino isn't sure what to make of any of it, but when he turns around to leave, he sees it - lipstick on the mirror in the shape of two lips he'd recognize anywhere. He places a hand on the glass longingly.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
Not even noticing, Slater storms out in a confused huff. Rhino lingers a moment longer, staring up at the ceiling vent that surely served as a quick escape route. He then heads out with Slater as Rebellion continues elsewhere.
Murphy and Kay walk out to the ring played by the sounds of Blue Stahil, The crowd is drained out by the music as Murphy makes his way to the ring...
They enter the ring as Kay barks orders at ring crew to bring a microphone...
"Kingston has to deal with Sonya tonight and she will soften up Kingston not like Murphy here needs it but Kingston wanted the match to get her banned from ringside, Sonya didn't have to accept the match the convict Kingston wanted it though. Murphy decided to give you a little taste of what the Aussie W.M.D is all about tonight you know what if anyone not named Kingston can beat Murphy tonight they can have his spot in the Prime Time match..."
"So begins the Aussie Open Challenge it's not like anyone is man enough to beat Murphy, anywhos..."
Murphy moves to the corner waiting for someone man enough to accept the open challenge...
The crowd erupt into cheers as the theme of The Who plays throughout the arena as chorus of fans begin singing along "Who are you? WHO WHO" ...
A familiar face burst through the curtain with a new look, He hypes the crowd interaction... He is making his heroic return to the UWF...
Tom Phillips: "Oh my it's Leyton Buzzard we haven't seen him since his tag team with Guevara came to an end..."
Tom Phillips: "Guevara said it would be best they each went solo and Guevara was right!"
Tom Phillips: "Buzzard has been killing it on the independents in the UK!"
Buzzard takes in the adulation for a moment before raising the microphone in his hand to his lips...
"Leyton Buzzard is back in the UWF, BABY!, I have spent the last year of my life becoming a better man and a better wrestler, I mean physically I have added 50 pounds of muscle I am coming out here to shut you up Murphy. You have been saying that the independents aren't at your level, You've been looking down at Kingston one of the toughest bastards in wrestling because he didn't get a comfy seat in Stamford. In the last year I have been champion and I have been making my mark on wrestling on the independents you've looked down on. Tonight I just happened to be backstage catching up with EC3 and I heard about your open challenge and I had to be the first through this curtain. I was part of a "The Greatest" tag team with Guevara when he said we need to go separate ways. I guess he was right now let's get this fight underway..."
Buzzard makes a run for the ring as the crowd sing "Who are you? WHO WHO" Kay rolls out of the ring as Murphy is ready for Buzzard who slides into the ring, The two men eye eachother as the referee calls for the bell...
DING DING DING
Buzzard as quick as a cheetah chasing a gazelle runs at Murphy he jumps onto the ropes spring boarding turning midair for an overhead lariat, Murphy turns to see Buzzard flying he rolls forward with the foresight of a good fortune teller, Leyton turns to be met with a knee to the nose as it bends back towards his orbital bone sending the front teeth of Buzzard into the nosebleed section. Blood begins rushing down as Murphy stands over the body of Buzzard...
Tom Phillips: "Buzzard taken out with one knee, Blood is everywhere..."
Corey Graves: "Buzzard looks unaware of where he is..."
Tom Phillips: "He is in the danger zone Murphy has his boot under his chin..."
Murphy uses his boot under the chin of Leyton to get him on his feet, Murphy raises his hand in a mocking way as he swings around violently hitting a spinning back fist on Buzzard blacking him out. Buzzard not moving a muscle as Murphy looks at the carnage as the referee calls for the bell...
Mauro Ranallo: "THE REFEREE IS CALLING IT THERE!"
Tom Phillips: "Murphy just used Kingstons finisher as a message to the champ, Buzzard isn't moving at all..."
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel "The winner of this match by referee stoppage... The AUSSIE WMD BUDDY MURPHY!"
Murphy raises his hand in victory as Kay makes her way up the steps as she hands Murphy a microphone...
"Kingston you're next..."
Murphy sticks the microphone down the throat of Buzzard..
The scene opens with a mystery man in the hood on the titantron and begins to speak.
Mystery Man: Why hello UWF, how are you doing tonight? I honestly know you all are wondering who I am. Well, I can give you hints and probably the answer to your question. But that would be too easy because it won’t be any fun if I did that. I am pretty sure you all are enjoying yourself right now in UWF. But sooner or later, you all will pay the price for your consequences. Every fate of all of you ends with consequences that you all will face when the time comes. One day, you all will soon have no choice to pay your debt because it's almost time for you all to pay up. Whether you all like it or not, you all shall face serious consequences of your actions. All the actions that you all have performed come with a price to pay. I can promise you all that no matter what happens, you all will be begging for mercy when I am done with you.
You see, I have noticed every little thing in UWF. But you all don’t know what is going to happen next. But I do because when I make my move. I can promise you all won’t be able to stop me no matter how quick or skillful you are because I will always have the ability to overcome my limits unlike no other. Well, you all will see it one of these days. But not now, I can promise you all that I will always be watching. So you all have to be prepared because your fate will be sealed with your dark consequences when I come. Watch your back and beware. I am coming!
The scene fades and ends with the masked man giving an evil laugh.
As Mutter by Vanna blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, wearing a new camouflage jacket with the hood up he stands at the top of the stage and looks out as Chimel announces him.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Looking out onto the crowd, he looks left and right before stomping his foot as yellow and black pyro shoots out from the stage. Ciampa walks down to the ring and slides in, hood still up. He stands up and runs to the top right turnbuckle and climbs to the second one, keeping his head down he suddenly jolts up and whips down his hood before beating his chest with his fist, Ciampa then jumps down and gets into his corner
Tony Chimel: And his opponent already in the ring Peter Avalon.
Avalon lifts a fist into the air, the crowd booing him.
The bell rings and Ciampa doesn’t even go for a lock up, he charges Avalon with a nasty lariat, sending the smaller man crashing back first into the corner, sitting down in the corner due to the force, Ciampa runs back to the other side of the ring and runs, sticking his knee out and hitting Avalon with a knee.
Tom Phillips: My god, what ferocity out of the gate from Tommaso Ciampa, I know he’s usually like this but he seems more intense tonight
Corey Graves: Maybe the words of Lawlor and Chael got to him or he’s showing them what awaits at Summerslam.
Ciampa lifts up the limp body of Peter Avalon, he is barely conscious. Ciampa lifts him up into the Powerbomb position and drops Avalon back first onto his knees, instead of going for a cover Ciampa picks Avalon up and delivers another.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, TWO PROJECT CIAMPA’S PETER AVALON’S BACK HAS BEEN BROKEN LIKE A PACK OF SPAGHETTI.
Corey Graves: Tomasso Ciampa has snapped, someone needs to stop this now.
The referee checks over Avalon and calls for the bell and gets Avalon out the ring before returning to lift Ciampa’s win.
Tony Chimel: Your winner by referee stoppage: Tomasso Ciampa.
The crowd cheers Ciampa’s win but its a stilted cheer, something was off with Ciampa, Ciampa stands there in the ring soaking up the victory, however on the stage walks out Tom Lawlor with Chael Sonnen close behind, Chael seems to be trying to stop Lawlor, potentially wanting to keep his client fresh for Summerslam, Ciampa turns to the ramp and see’s Lawlor and motions for him to get into the ring, Lawlor sprints past Chael and gets in the ring, taking out the legs of Ciampa before laying in some lefts and rights on the ground, Ciampa manages to reverse the mount and gets up delivering a knee to the side of Lawlor's head as he gets up, Lawlor manages to absorb most of the impact and both men are now on their feet, after a pause both men lay into each other with lefts and rights.
Tom Phillips: LAWLOR AND CIAMPA AREN’T WAITING FOR SUMMERSLAM, THEY’RE GONNA SETTLE THIS RIGHT HERE IF ALLOWED.
The fans cheer on the brawl, wanting to see the pair go at it.
Corey Graves: This is getting out of hand, WHERE IS SECURITY.
As if on cue security begins to pour out the back, EC3 directing them to stop the brawl, if fans wanted to see this fight they’d need to watch Summerslam, Ciampa and Lawlor haven’t stopped punching, the two having an endless amount of energy it seems, even when the security gets in the pair push them back, finally it takes eight security guards to stop the pair as they both start shouting insults at each other, the camera fades to our next segment as the two still argue.
As Rebellion continues, things head backstage to the locker room of AJ Styles where AJ’s lacing up his boots as The Will enters.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: There you guys are! I’ve been waiting on you!
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: So listen, about what happened with Rey Mysterio costing you the match against WARHORSE and us not being there to stop him…
”The Complete” AJ Styles: Don’t worry about it, it’s in the past. Let’s focus on tonight. You guys are going to want to be in that ring when they announce who my opponent is going to be.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Sounds pretty major. You’ve got it, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: Great, I’ll see you guys out there.
AJ continues lacing his boots as Rebellion continues.
El Generico's theme song resonates throughout the arena as the generic luchador comes out from the back full of energy. The crowd evens pops for his return and he walks down the ramp, slapping hands with a few lucky fans.
Corey Graves: Can you believe it! Sami's new protege is here!
Tom Phillips: Come on Corey, we all know what's going on here. Why is Sami not out here to manage his protege?
Corey Graves: I have it on good authority that he's out getting another protege. He trusts Generico completely though which is why he doesn't even need to be here.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tijuana Mexico weighing in at 212 pounds, El Generico!
Sami- err Generico slides into the ring and goes to the top turnbuckle, excited to finally be back. He's got a big smile on his face as he awaits his opponent.
Corey Graves: Wait what!?
Mauro Ranallo: It's the King of the Death Match Nick F'n Gage!!!
The smile on Generico's face immediately leaves as he stares down the entrance ramp to see the man himself, Nick Gage coming down to the ring with a light tube over his shoulder and a pizza cutter in his hand. Generico starts pleading to the ref but there's nothing he can do.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Camden New Jersey, he is the king of the death match, Nick Gage!
Mauro Ranallo: Nick Gage is ready to slice himself a piece of El Generico like he's a DiGiorno pizza!
Corey Graves: Good call Mauro because trash like him only does microwavable pizza. First Eddie Kingston gets here now Nick Gage? What has this company come to?
Generico is pleading with the ref, saying something about his head but when he turns to look towards Gage, he's already ion the ring behind him and he smashes him over the head with the light tube! the dust fills the air and Generico tries to exit the ring. Gage grabs him from the back of his trunks and pulls him back in. He's got half of a broken light tube in his hand and he jams it right into the forehead of El Generico! The Generic Luchador yells out in pain and even though he's wearing a mask, you can see blood trickling down his face. Gage grabs the pizza cutter and is ready to do some work but Generico turns around and kicks him right in the dick! Gage falls over and both men struggle to get to their feet. When they do, the ref finally rings the bell.
DING DING DING
Generico wipes the blood from his eyes and comes over to Gage who headbutts him in the stomach. Generico falls to a knee and Gage headbutts him once more to knock him down. Gages gets up to a vertical base, throwing the MDK sign to the fans before walking over and grabs Generico by the mask and tries to pull it right off of him! Sami's protege grabs his mask with both hands trying to pull it back down and so Gage just starts punching him on the top of the head over and over. Generico is dazed and Gage brings him back up to his feet, lifting him straight overhead to deliver a Brainbuster! It's insult to injury for Generico as nick makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Generico kicks out! Gage picks him right back up and brings him to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle over and over. He then starts stomping a mudhole in him and the ref gets on him for this, Nick backing off before the count of 5. He brings Generico out of the corner and lifts him onto his shoulders. Sami's protege kicks his feet and manages to slip behind Gage, bending down to grab him and spinhim out for the Blue Thunder Bomb! He lifts his fist in the air for victory as the ref makes the count!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Gage kicks out!
Corey Graves: That peice of trash should stay down if he knows what's good for him.
Mauro Ranallo: Nick Gage may not be the fancist of wrestler but his never say die attitude and in your face style can go toe to toe with anyone.
Corey Graves: The only reason he's gotten any sort of offense this match is because he blind sided Sami before the match even started.
Tom Phillips: Sami?
Corey Graves: I meant Sami's protege!
Generico goes to pick up Gage but the King of the Deathmatch shoves him away and he ends up bumping into the ref, sending him to the outside! Sami looks at the ref and looks a bit worried. He turns around to see Nick Gage with the pizza cutter in hand. Generico tries to get near him to disarm him but Gage swings the cutter at him wildly, slicing him across the stomach! Generico decides to keep his distance as Gage gets to his feet and backs him into the corner. With nowhere to turn Gage has a sick smile on his face. That is until he's hit with a low blow from behind by none other than La Luchadora! She tosses Gage towards Generico who seats him on the top rope. Generico goes up to the middle rope and grabs a hold of him, lifting him into the air before delivering the BRAINBUSTAHHH! La Luchadora exits the ring and grabs the ref, tossing him back into the ring and he slowly makes the count
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, El Generico!
Generico gets his hand raised while La Luchadora looks down at Gage. She grabs his arm and locks in a Seated Fujiwara Armbar!
Corey Graves: Armbar! Looks like Sami has already taught these two quite a lot.
Mauro Ranallo: Are you serious right now Graves?
Corey Graves: I told you Sami was off getting yet another great protege!
Tom Phillips: This is just ridiculous.
La Luchadora let's go of the arm and Gage writhes around on the mat before she kicks him out of the ring. El Generico and La Luchadora celebrate in the ring as we head elsewhere.
We cut to the backstage area where we see the Warhorse standing backstage, looking directly at the lens. Painted up but in no attire to wrestle here tonight.
WARHORSE: TONIGHT, UNFORTUNATELY THE WARHORSE WILL NOT BE COMPETING. WEEK AFTER WEEK, THE WARHORSE HAS FOUGHT WITH PRIDE IN MT UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THAT'S NOT A THING THAT'S GONNA CHANGE. BELIEVE ME, THE WARHORSE WANTS TO BE OUT THERE WITH THE UWF FAITHFUL, BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS CHAMPIONSHIP AND THE PRIDE I HAVE IN IT, THE WARHORSE HAS TO SIT THIS ONE OUT, BROTHERS.
BUT FEAR NOT, IT'S FOR A GREATER PURPOSE. I KNOW WHAT'D HAPPEN IF I WALKED INTO SUMMERSLAM ANYTHING LESS THAN 100%. THEM FUCKING DEMONS WOULD CAPITALISE, AND WHO THE FUCK WANTS A DEMON AS YOUR CHAMPION. I MEAN HELL, THE REGULAR IDEA OF SETH ROLLINS BEING CHAMPION MAKES THE WARHORSE'S STOMACH TURN AND HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF SICK COME OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
The fans agree, nobody even likes that dude.
I'M DONE WITH THE SHENANIGANS, THE CHEAP SHOTS, ALL THAT OWO VOODOO BULLSHITTERY. FRANKLY, IT'S CHANGED MY SPIRIT TO THE WORLD. BE IT THAT I'M YOUR NEW PERSONAL, LOCAL DEMON KILLER OR JUST A GUY DOING HIS GODDAMN JOB, THAT THING IS OVER HIS HEAD AND HE'S ABOUT TO GET HIS HEAD SHOVED UP WHERE HE KISSES. HIS OWN ASS.
I MEAN WHO EVEN BOOKED THIS SH-
The lights flicker off, as we see the Warhorse stagger back. The lights are now fully off.
YOU PIECE OF SH- AUG.
The lights come back on and Warhorse is laying flat out on the floor, clearly ambushed by one of the Demon crew. We head elsewhere.
As the lights dim, an instrumental begins to play as AJ Styles comes out with his hood on his head hunched over as, on the titantron screen, “DEMI GOD + PHENOMENAL” is seen before being replaced by “=“ and then, “COMPLETE”. AJ raises up, throwing his arms to each side as his hood comes down. He’s soon joined by The Will as all three men start heading down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Heath Slater and Rhino. From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. “The Complete” AJ Styles!
The Will enter the ring with AJ as he 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.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
Suddenly AJ blasts Heath with a Pele’ Kick, completely blindsiding him. As Styles gets up, Rhino couldn’t look more shocked as AJ kicks him in the stomach and places the, “War Machine”’s head between his legs, picking him up and connecting with the Styles Clash. The crowd is booing intensely as AJ grabs the microphone from Tony Chimel as he leans down over the fallen Slater.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: I am sick and freakin’ tired of hauling around your dead weight! I’m done giving you two the benefit of the doubt and expecting you to actually do your jobs and have my back! I warned you that you had one more chance, and you blew it! So this? This is completely on you!
As the crowd keeps booing, AJ grabs Heath and stands him up then picks him up on his shoulders and drops him again with the Fireman’s Carry Facebuster known as the Styles Clash II. Styles then makes the referee raise his hand even though no match officially occurred as Rebellion continues.
Following the last match, the camera takes us to the Commentary Team.
Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, we've got more exciting wrestling action on the way, but first, we're going to take you to a press conference for the upcoming main event of Summerslam!
Graves: That's right. CM Punk has extended an invitation to Bray Wyatt to join him in a public forum to field questions from the press en route to their title clash at the Biggest Party of the Summer.
Phillips: We'll take you there now.
The titantron switches from the UWF Rebellion graphic to a feed from the conference room in the arena. A table has been set up on a stages, mics and chairs set up a safe distance from each other for Champion and Challenger, respectively.
Punk enters from one side and it immediately mobbed by a gaggle of shouted questions. Camera flashes illuminate the scene. Shirking all that off, Brooks grabs his chair and mic stand and moves them both to the center of the stage. He sits down, waits for the crowd to settle, and then clears his throat.
Punk: Last week, I pitched this idea for a press conference to EC3, who, as I'm sure you're all aware, is happy to let the correspondents he already employs handle the company's news coverage. But he signed off after I explained the upside to him. This is an historic match. Bray Wyatt is on the cusp of becoming the longest reigning world champion in Revolution history, but to do that, he has to go through me - the Comeback Kid. We've already sold out all the tickets, we're gonna bring in new network subscriptions and sell a lot of pay-per-views.
But I didn't ask for this just to make a few more bucks on the upside of pay-per-view points. This'll be the third or forth press event I've set up this year, which is three or four more than pretty much anyone else. It's certainly more that Bray has been involved with... which is... well, it's pretty weird. He's maybe the most dominant and dangerous Champ in history, but to look at him, you wouldn't know it. Whether he's dressed up like Mr. Rogers or Bozo the Clown on a bender, there's nothing about this guy that asks the a regular sports fan or average Joe flipping through the channels to tune in and take pro-wrestling seriously.
Gretzky, Jordan, Tyson, Woods - those guys are household names, instantly recognizable and respected for what they did in their sports. I'm not exactly the paragon or professional wrestling, but I'm not happy to sit by and watch some freakshow take the reigns and prop himself up as the definitive face of this generation of the game. For eight months, he's run roughshod over lesser men and been celebrated in the echo chamber of wrestling fandom for it. But I can do better. I can beat him, I can elevate that title and what it means, and I can do it for longer. This press conference was supposed to be about shining a light on the cockroach - pulling back the curtain on the wizard and revealing what's really there. Bray Wyatt has been the champ for over two hundred days but without any of the qualities we'd associate with other sporting legends. I wanted to give you guys the chance to pick his brain and find out for yourself what I'm talking about.
The Straight Edge Superstar leans back in his chair, taking a breath while the journalists shout over each other trying to get some answers from Punk. He waves them off and continues.
Punk: Nah. We're not doing this. I went through the hassle of getting all dressed up and Bray Wyatt couldn't even be bothered to show. Whatever. Like I said, the man isn't suited for the spotlight. It's no sweat off my back, though. The moment I won the G1 Climax, he was on borrowed time. Everything between then and Summerslam has been seconds ticking away on a detonator. I'm no interested in the games or the spectacle or the mystique. All that's left now is to handle this business and move on. I'm sure you all have some fantastic questions, but rest assured, the only answer that matters is the one I'm going to give you on Sunday night - the answer to the question "who is the best in the wor -"
Suddenly, Punk's mic cuts out. The flashing cameras go dark, the bulbs either burning out or cracking and shattering. A few of the cameramen filming the event go into panic mode as their equipment goes haywire. Nervous murmuring bubbles up around the room, with the press trying to figure out what's going on. The house lights flicker on and off. Everyone looks around, now certain that the Fiend could pop out of any dark corner.
Samoa Joe rushes on to stage with a security detail. The push the table, mics and chairs aside to form a tight perimeter around Punk. The Number One Contender is on high alert - his fists clenched, his eyes darting from one side to the other. He looks ready for a fight but Joe and the others hurry to escort him off stage before anything can go down.
One of the microphones that was tipped over hisses with a feedback loop into a nearby PA. It's hard to tell over the increasingly terrified tones of the scurrying press, but it sounds like a voice is cutting through the white noise. You can almost hear it saying...
LET ME IN
The cameras then fizz out and fade to black. It takes a second, but the production truck gets things back on track, throwing the show to commentary once again.
Ranallo: Folks, we apologize for those technical difficulties. Unfortunately we're going to have to cut the Press Conference short.
Phillips: I'm not convinced those were run of the mill production issues.
Graves: Punk talks a big game, but it looks to me like Bray Wyatt had him running scared there.
Ranallo: You'd be hard placed to name an opponent of Wyatt's who hasn't succumbed to his mental warfare. Punk is riding a hot hand going into Summerslam - will it be enough to survive a night in the fun house? Only time will tell!
On that note, Rebellion continues elsewhere.
As Rebellion continues, AJ Styles is seen leaving the building when he’s stopped by a random backstage interviewer.
Backstage Interviewer: AJ, if you don’t mind giving me a moment of your time. With all due respect, what the hell was that? Those were your friends!
AJ smiles.
”The Complete” AJ Styles: My friends? No, those were distractions. I don’t need distractions anymore and that’s why tonight, just now, you saw me solve that problem. Rey Mysterio wants to go dark with his approach to things, so I’m leaning into the dark part of my, “Complete” state, “Evil Ways” AJ. And if you thought what you just saw was bad, wait until Summerslam…
AJ turns his back and leaves as Rebellion continues.
Sonya Deville and Billie Kay walk out to the ring, Kay claps as Sonya airboxes the air as the fireworks blast with the final jab. Kay has a microphone in hand as they move towards the ring Kay begins to speak...
"Sonya is here tonight to put Kingston down a spiral stair case which will end at Summerslam when the W.M.D is unleashed and Kingston is left a bloody pulp in the center of that ring. The fallout will put an end to a NINETEEN year failure. Sonya is 'THE MAIN EVENT' she is the most legit wrestler in this company. Murphy took care of Leyton Buzzard earlier tonight he had been having the run of his life now his career much like yours at Summerslam is in question, I have a question for ya though, Kingston how do you wake up in the morning and look at that mug in the mirror..."
They enter the ring as Kay opens the ropes for Sonya to enter through...
"Who'd have thunk that lil old me and Sonya would have such an impact debuting at Mania and now at Summerslam being the biggest draw of Summerslam. That's a trick question everyone with a brain could tell that my managerial abilities could have not one but two dominant clien---"
There was no theme music, there was no need for it as the holder of the prime time medal would walk out onto the stage. The crowd would be on there feet at the arrival of none other than Eddie Kingston himself as he stood on the stage for a moment - taking it all in, every single last second because as impossible as it might be - this could be one of the last nights he would appear with the prime time medal, if Murphy had his way that was as Kingston would walk down to the ring, rolling into the ring as the microphone was quickly thrown into his hands and the prime time medal holder wasted no time at all in speaking his mind at what is going to happen.
“Some serious shit was thrown my way tonight, but that is the norm for me these days. People just cannot accept me. People just cannot believe that someone like me - has had the success that I have had here. That someone like me has managed to achieve all of this, against some of the biggest names in wrestling today. Here I am - a man who has been doing this for twenty years, with a body that is falling apart, who is just barely hanging on - and I am the prime time medal holder and you know that gets under the skin of nearly everyone in the back, but it really gets under Murphy - knowing that I am the man that has everything that he wants. Knowing that I am the man who has done everything he has wanted to do. Knowing that I am the man that he has to take down - to get this right here.”
Kingston would move a little bit as he would hold up the prime time medal. It was what Murphy wanted, heck it was what a whole lot of people wanted these days, but he had fought for it, he had won the matches needed to gain it. He had won it the right way and he was going to keep it the right way. As much as he hated Murphy, he was going to give him his chance. He was going to give him his opportunity. He was going to ensure Murphy made it to the show and got into the ring for the match and anything that happened after the bell rang, was fair game of course.
“This is what it is all about. This is the one thing you want, the one thing you need. The one thing you need to have to prove to the world - that you are good enough, because believe me Murphy the way things are going in this industry, being good - means shit. Being good - is just a step up from being a pile of shit. All around us are good wrestlers and you are one of them, ten years ago - maybe you would have stood out in a crowd, but now - I cannot tell the difference between you and most of the people in the back. You are good - but I am better and you know it to be true, because I am the holder of the prime time medal and you are the challenger and trust me nothing will change at Summerslam. I am willing to lay it all down on the line for this medal, because this is my ticket, my ticket for me and my mother - my ticket to a better life and I will be damned if I am going to just give it away. You said you want this? You said that I am next - the only way you are getting this medal from me, is from my cold dead fingers and trust me - much better have stepped up and tried to take it from me and I have put them all down and you will be no different. Tonight - I know your back there watching, your going to get a small taste of what is coming your way.”
He would throw the medal at the referee who would grab it, turning around as he would walk to the corner to set it down and as he did, Sonya would slide into the ring, right behind Kingston as she would hit him with a low blow - Kingston would hunch over as Sonya would then run off the ropes, cracking him right in the jaw with a massive big boot as she floored Kingston as the referee turned around. Looking down at what was before him, as Sonya got right in his face, screaming at him to do his job and ring the damn bell to start this match.
DING! DING! DING!
Sonya would continue to mouth off to the referee as Kingston would begin to shake his head, shaking himself awake as he pushed himself up - and just as Sonya turned around as he would grab her, but she was quicker than him - racking his eyes and blinding him he would let her go, holding his face as she would kick him in the stomach - and nothing. She would then run off the ropes and right into him as he caught her and dropped her down with a Belly-to-bell, knocking the wind right out of her. As he stood up again and then dropped the elbow right across his throat as hard as he could. “This wrestler right here, she has more balls than you Murphy.” He would utter as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up onto her feet as he would throw her right into the corner as hard as he could, her back arching as she staggered out of the corner, taking a few steps as Kingston would charge full speed and almost take her head off with a Lariat.
“This - this is what you think is going to slow me down, you think this is going to swing things in your favor, this is only pissing me off, because your sending a child - to do a mans job.” This was nothing personal, this was business and she was the one who got into the ring first with him as he would grab her, picking her up as he effortlessly dropped her down again with a Side slam backbreaker as that was it, that was it over and done with as he sat there for a second, looking pissed. “Twenty years Murphy, twenty fucking years at this and you - your not even going to be worth remembering when I am done with you, so here - have a small taste of what is to come.” He pushed himself up and ran off the ropes, just as Sonya would stir and sit up he would crack into the back of her skull and smash her back down with the American D and that was it as he would end this once and for all as he grabbed the leg and made the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
That was it, it was thankfully over as Kingston had made short work of Murphy goon as the referee would come over to him and try to raise his hand as he would yank it down, there was nothing to celebrate here as he would take the prime time medal...
Kingston is thrown through the middle of the rope no time to react as the man in the hood reveals his face to be non other than Buddy Murphy. Buddy not in a good mood as he looks down at Sonya.
"You couldn't do that simple task of beating Kingston..."
Buddy's view is interrupted by the Prime Time champion not happy about being thrown from behind to the outside of the ring. Kingston catches the right hand thrown by Murphy meeting him with a return receipt with his left, Kingston goes to step forward but both legs are grabbed by Sonya who keeps hold of the legs, Murphy realizing the distraction runs forward sending a knee into the cheekbone of Kingston. Murphy begins to unload a flurry of punches into the face of Kingston. Murphy takes the medal from the neck of Kingston as he raises it up as the show comes to an end...
END OF SHOW
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I love all the matches. Sad to see AJ broke up with Health and Rhyno. But I get it. It's a improvement to make Styles character as a more serious guy. The Warhorse squash was good even though it was short. I am surprised he didn't squash any of my old characters. That would be perfect. The Punk/Wyatt segment was pretty cool. Kingston squash Sonya Deville wasn't new to me. But Jye knows how to help push people.. I get it because I helped push his Sammy Guverra. Buddy's match was nice and it was way better than Brock Lesnar matches in WWE right now. Except for his match with Finn Balor AJ Styles with Richooet. Missed opportunity was my promo because it was short and I wish I put on a longer one. 
Maybe the mystery man is Peter Parker? Hi Spiderman! 
Loved all the other promos and matches. Brought more life into UWF. Yes, I am still laughing at Jye wanting the mystery man to beat up Warhorse. 
It would be cool if Pat McAfee joined UWF. I would love to see the hilarious conversations between him and Danny's Sami Zayn. We all know it will make Danny's day. 