Revolution 9/3/21

[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.



Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.

Corey Graves: Hell of a card stacked up tonight. It's Lawlor vs Conway in our main event. You've got to think whoever wins this one takes a huge jump up the pack.

Mauro Ranallo:Plus we've got Hornswoggle taking on WARHORSE, Rey Mysterio going up against Eddie Kingston and Tommasso Ciampa taking on Fuego Del Sol.

Tom Phillips It'll be interesting to see but I'm more excited about the return of Chris Jericho!

Corey Graves: And what a way to return against the new UWF Champion. Talk about trial by fire.

Mauro Ranallo:Speaking of our new UWF Champion, let's send you down to the ring for CM Punk!







P U N K


"Digging for Windows" blares through the PA, each crushing four count accompanied with another one of those four letters lighting up the big screen. Flaring strobes scatter the stage in spastic shadows, and from the dizzying spectacle, the newly crowned UWF Champion walks into Revolution for the first time with his title.

CM Punk stands at the head of the ramp, belt wrapped around his waist. He taps his wrist, smirking as he shouts out to people. "You know what time it is."

The song really kicks in and Punk begins the walk towards the squared circle. Samoa Joe follows just behind him. The Problem Solver is business as usual, keeping his eyes peeled for any potential danger while his Straight Edge counterpart stays focused on the ring. All around them, a divided mob. Now more than there has been in months, there's some serious support rallying behind Brooks, even while his detractors are cranking it up to a ten.

Before long, the tandem hits the ring. They climb the steps, collecting microphones as they come through the ropes. Punk quickly signals for the music to cut out while he heads for the center. His song fades out, he taps his mic twice, and on cue, the crowd goes quiet. The fans are quivering over a hair trigger tonight - ready to rally behind the movement or boo an egomaniac out of the building. They're all affording him at least a small window to speak his piece, though. Brooks intends to make it count.


Punk: Look... I know I'm the guy that always talks too much... so in lieu of some bullshit, self-congratulatory celebration, I just wanna start things off by making something crystal clear.





Punk: The UWF is open for business!

To every wrestler in every promotion around the world - from the Tokyo Dome to the carny pub basements in the UK and everything in between. To all the jaded, semi-retired legends who can't stop tweeting about how they "aren't interested" anymore. To the rookies chomping at the bit to get their shot. To anyone who didn't think playing mind games with a Clown or risk getting jumped by the Yakuza goons that came before that - to the people interested in a legitimate contest. To any athlete in any sport who wants to try their hand at some real competition. To every single person in that locker room right now who's looking at me like I've got a target painted on my back in big, bright red paint - the ones I've never faced, I've already beaten and especially the ones that have beaten me...

I am the UWF Champion, I am the Best in the World and I wanna fight all of you.


The fans pop for a gauntlet thrown down. Punk keeps his feet planted in the middle of the ring while he delivers his inaugural state of the union.


Punk: Come one, come all. You fellas can sit down together in the locker room and figure it out among yourselves, or you can step up, put in some work out here and make yourself undeniable. I don't care. Somebody call your shot. Lawlor? Conway? Or my ol' pal Warhorse since he's so convinced he's got my number. Whoever. I'm not a hard man to find, and I sure as shit don't plan on hiding this thing in my luggage between pay-per-views. As far as I'm concerned, this is open season. You want a title match, say so. I'm gonna kick Chris Jericho's ass tonight and then my schedule's free every night for the rest of the year.

You wanna mix it up with an Olympian and chase after Gable's gold? Cool. You wanna entertain Seth Rollins' delusions of grandeur while he acts like that silver medal means a god damn thing? Be my guest. But if you want a chance at the only championship in the that has any value whatsoever - the one just contested between the G1 Climax Winner and the longest reigning Champ of the Revolution era - this is it. This is the big leagues. The Main Event. And I'm not shy about sharing the spotlight.

For the first time since Cesaro did it, this title is going be defined by great matches between great wrestlers. In my hands its a wrecking ball to break down sports entertainment. Its leverage to demand better from everyone. Like a lighthouse, it's equal parts beacon, promise and warning... and until someone can do better, it's mine.





He tosses his mic aside and lifts the title belt over his head. The message to the locker room is sent - CM Punk is looking for challengers and he doesn't want to wait around long. After a few moments posing with the belt, he slings it casually over his shoulder and nods at Joe. They head out of the ring as his song comes through the speakers again. Revolution continues elsewhere.




Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sami Zayn.

Sami Zayn enters the frame.

Renee Young: So Sami where are El Generico and La Luchadora?



Sami Zayn: I know I know, it's crazy but it's out of my hands. We've been trying to get them all here but with all that's going on in the world, it's hard. Luckily for all of us however, El Generico has blessed us with his presence in the form of a video. So take a look at this.

The feed cuts to a prerecorded message from the masked luchador himself.



El Generico: ¡Hola mis amigos! Lamento decir que La Luchadora y yo no pudimos hacer un vuelo fuera del Reino Unido debido a restricciones de viaje. Pero no temas, estaremos allí la semana que viene y tal vez incluso trabajemos en un oscuro partido. ¡Sami Zayn es un gran maestro y nos llevará a la grandeza! Ole!

The feed cuts back to where Sami and Renee Young are.

Renee Young: Sami that looks like the hotel we're staying at for tonight's event.

Sami Zayn: No it's completely different. It's in another country. All hotels look the same that's all.

Renee Young: I can see your tag team championship in the background on the desk-

Sami Zayn: I let Generico borrow it.

Renee Young: What for?

Sami Zayn: Who are you Scoops McCallahan with all these questions? I think we're done here.

Sami walks off leaving Renne with a quizzical look on her face.





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. He slides into the ring. Then he ran back and forth off the ropes. He throws his hat to the crowd as he raises up Chain Gang pose and he takes off his shirt. He hands the Ref his chain gang necklace before he pulls on the ring ropes to stretch while he waits for his opponent to come out. The arena lights start flashing red, white and blue, as the titantron comes to life with the largest advertisement for the Alpha Academy.









The American Alpha himself, The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable steps out, looking far impressive under all the lights, and glamour of the Alpha Academy. He smiles and takes in the sea of people around him before raising his arm here and shouting "FOR THE ACADEMY!" The smile never leaves his face as he marches to the ring. He takes a moment on the ramp and slaps his baby, his championship, with his hand before giving the crowd another Alpha Pose







Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 202 pounds, The American Alpha.. The UWF Television Champion, 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. He looks at John Cena as they both go face to face. They look at each other while Chad gives him a smile and raises his UWF TV Championship into the air. Then the referee takes the UWF TV Championship Belt as the bell rings and both competitors lock up. Chad quickly goes behind him and he roll him up for the pin,



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and a kick out.



Corey Graves: See Cena has almost lost the match quickly. Gable is two steps ahead of him.



Mauro Ranallo: That is True. Now Cena knows what he's up against in this match up against the leader of the Alpha Academy.



Tom Phillips: Now John has to keep his eye on the ball if he wants to win the match and not get too distracted.



Chad smiles while John Cena begins clapping his hands as he is impressed with Chad and then Chad runs at John Cena. John ducks and he drops him with a neckbreaker. He drops on him for the pin as Chsd quickly kicks out and John picks him up. He punches him before he whips him to the turnbuckle as Chad hits the turnbuckle. John Cena walks over to him as he climbs up the turnbuckle and he hits the ten punches. Then he gets off of Chad as he walks over to the other turnbuckle and he runs at him. Chad slides out of the way as John hits the turnbuckle and he hits a snap german suplex. John hits the floor hard as Chad turns John Cena on his back and he climbs the turnbuckle. He hits the Moonsault as he hits right on target and he covers for the pin.



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and a kick out.



Chad couldn’t believe that John Cena just kicked out. Then Chad walks over to John as he grabs his leg and puts him into an ankle lock. John Cena is screaming in pain as Chad tightens the hold and John sees the ring ropes in front of him. He tries to reach the ropes while Chad keeps on putting the pressure on his knee and the referee walks over to John. He asks him if he gives up as John shakes his head no and He finally manages to get closer to the ropes. He grabbed it as Chsd wouldn’t let go and the ref began the count.



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Mauro Ranallo: Wow, He is trying to break Cena’s ankle!!!



Tom Phillips: The referee has to stop him before he gets himself disqualified!



Corey Graves: You know what they say, you have to use whatever tactics in order to win even if it is cheating.





and Chad finally let go before he gets disqualified by the referee. John Cena is holding his knee as Chad walks over to him and he picks up Cena, Cena manages to reverse it and put him in a small package.



1……..

2…….



and a kick out.



Chad gets upset and shocked that he almost lost as John crawls over to the ring ropes. He uses it to get up as he turns around and Chsd runs at him. John Cena hits a back body drop as Chad hits the floor and John shakes his leg a little bit to erase the pain. He runs to the ropes and he bounces off the ropes as he walks over to Chad. He hits the “You Can’t See Me” as he hits the elbow drop on Chad and he goes for the pin.



1………

2………

and a kick out.



John Cena gets frustrated as he waits for Chad to get up and Chad slowly gets up. He turns around as Cena picks him up and he is about to hit the Attitude Adjustment. Chad slips out of it as he immediately grabs John’s ankle and he places him in the Ankle lock. John Cena is screaming in pain as Chad is lifting his ankle up and tightening the hold as Cena is grabbing both of his head with his arms. The referee looks at him as he asks John if he should give up and John refuses to give him. John keeps on screaming as he feels more pain in his ankle and Chad keeps on pushing the pressure on it. The referee sees John Cena look to get weakened as he begins to turn white and he walks over to John. The referee asks Cena if he gives up and he has no choice but to shake his head yes. John finally hits the floor with his hand as he gives up and the referee tells them to ring the bell, Chad lets go as He smile in victory and John is holding his leg in pain.



Announcer: your winner by Submission is UWF TV Champion..Chad Gable!

The referee gives Chad his UWF TV Championship belt as he grabs it and he raises it into the air while the referee raises his hand in victory.





Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God, what a match. Chad has proven he was a fighting champion.



Tom Phillips: Yes, but you have to give credit to Cena for not giving up too easily.



Corey Graves: In the end, Chase has proven he is ready for any challengers that are waiting to steal his championship title away from his hands. That is why you cannot doubt the winning tactics that he has up his sleeve like Cena have learned that huge lesson tonight.


The scene fades and ends with Chad celebrating his victory while John Cena is being attended to by the medical staff.




The camera cuts to Ciampa sitting alone, he seems to be in some sort of hospital room, the bed is made up and theres monitors next to the bed, they’re not plugged in but Ciampa seems to be looking at them with a mix of anger and despair, he’s been here many times before, whenever his neck gave out, whenever he tore a muscle and needed surgery, a lot of his career has been defined here and it almost was again.


Ciampa: You know I thought I would never be here again, I made that promise too myself, that I wouldn’t get into that bad of a state that I had to end up in this bed again and I was keeping that promise too myself and my family and but then Summerslam happened, Tom Lawlor happened.


Ciampa’s face fills with anger as he says Tom’s name, the memories of Summerslam flooding back.


Ciampa: After I gave that referee the Project Ciampa there was a moment where I felt immortal, then the adrenaline stopped and the pain started again, that pain in my neck that usually precedes learning that my neck is broken, the best way to describe it is like someone pours hot coffee down your neck on the inside, I rushed too the back and EC3 stuck me in a cab and I got taken to a local medical facility.


Ciampa looks around the room


Ciampa: Similar to this to be honest but smaller, got an MRI and physical stuff done to me and turned out my neck was fine, just a slight strain but due to my history that's why it felt so much like a broken neck and after I learned that, the panic was replaced with anger and it wasn’t just directed at one person, it was directed at everyone.


Ciampa pulls a phone out of his pocket.


Ciampa: If you know me I don’t do the whole Twitter thing much but I decided to check out the Summerslam hashtag and i’d like to say I was surprised to see what was being posted by people about me but in truth I wasn’t its the nature of the wrestling fan to be fickle, for every one post showing concern for me, there was about twenty admonishing me for attacking the referee, that I was just angry I lost, of course you had the MMA bros with their whole “ThIs Is WhY wReStLeRs ShOuLdN’t MeSs WiTh An MmA gOd” shit but I can ignore those Neanderthals but seeing the people who just a few hours ago were cheering me were now vilifying me, for getting angry at that idiot ref for not doing his job, for almost making me break my neck again cause he didn’t want to stop the match, I HAVE A DAMN RIGHT TO BE ANGRY.


A nurse pokes her head into the room and looks at Ciampa, he raises his hand in apology.


Ciampa: I have a right to be angry, because Lawlor made me break my promise to my wife and daughter and all you people cared about was a dumb ass referee but maybe I shouldn’t of directed my anger at him, there’s maybe only one man who I should focus my anger on, that’s you Tom, you claimed before Summerslam that you wouldn’t target my neck and would take me out like a man but you’re not a man, you’re a coward, you knew I had you beat so you took the easy way out, this may be done for you Tom but it’s not done for me, you almost took everything from me so i’m going to take everything from you and that is a promise and when i’m done with you, you’ll be wishing all I do is break your neck.


With that Ciampa gets up and walks out the room, the camera focusing on something on the bed, its a neck brace with the word “Reserved for Filthy” on its side.




We head back to the ring where Fuego Del Sol is already in the ring, waiting for his opponent.



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

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

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

VS


DING DING DING


As soon as the bell rings, Ciampa comes charging at Fuego, lifting him up in the air before ramming him into the corner, throwing Shoulder Thrust after Shoulder Thrust until the ref forces a break. Ciampa backs off but shoots the ref a look as if he's not bothered at all. He however goes right back on the attack and pulls Feugo to the center of the ring. From there he starts to throw some Knee Lifts into his face, holding onto his mask to keep him in place. He then pulls him up only to straight headbutt him in the face. Fuego falls flat on his back looking like the lights are already out. Ciampa walks over and just starts kicking him until Fuego rolls to the outside of the ring.


Corey Graves: If Fuego was trying to impress EC3 enough to earn a contract, he's not exactly doing a good job.

Mauro Ranallo: Well maybe he sees money in this kid. Hornswoggle's got a job right?

Corey Graves: Only because stupid kids like someone their size no matter how vulgar he is. Who's going to like this kid? Ugly people who want to hide their face?


Ciampa starts pacing back and forth, mouthing words to himself just daring Fuego to get back into the ring. The masked luchador contemplates maybe staying out there but he's got his career on the line. He finds the courage to slide back into the ring but Ciampa is on him right away, kicking him as he comes in. He pulls him back up to his feet and grabs his mask talking trash right to his face. Fuego however goes low with a knee to the gut. The air gets knocked out of Ciampa and Fuego backs into the ropes coming back only to get turned inside out with a big Lariat! Ciampa picks him up right away and lifts him up in a powerbomb position before bringing him down on his knees for Project Ciampa! He makes the cover.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tomasso Ciampa!




Ciampa gets his hand raised by the ref but he yanks it away. The ref flinches, acutely aware of what happened with the last ref who reffed one of Ciampa's matches. Luckily for him Tommasso just exits the ring and heads up the ramp as we go elsewhere.




Rey Mysterio is seen backstage walking around and Rey Mysterio is walking down the hallway

Rey Mysterio: Ladies and gentlemen it is I your hero of the UWF Reeeeyyyy Myyyyysssteeerrriioooo.

Mix reaction with the fans and Rey Mysterio speaks

Rey Mysterio: Now it is time you see folks your hero of the UWF he has his edge back but after putting my career on the line man I am on another high. It's kind of like gambling you get the taste of the high risk life, and than bam it can hit you in the face. I am feeling really good and now it is time to take away something from someone else. Eddie Kingston a little bit of googling and look what I found? I saw that you had a zero in your record. Wow impressive you are 10-0 that's actually impressive. Not many men can stay undefeated especially in the UWF. The UWF it is full of killers, and legends. You though you manged to stay perfect and just like I took the career of AJ Styles away from the UWF I look to take your perfect record.

Eddie you got to understand there is some respect for you yes. Though I like to prove myself that no matter the challenge I am there to complete it. That is what a hero does. A hero is always there for the challenge. He wants the challenge to prove he can go above and beyond. Eddie what I do is put the smiles on these people's faces. I make these people believe in themselves. You talk about believing and showing faith but what you need to believe is there is no chance you have to go against a hero.

Eddie the question is this what are you going to give me in that ring? I honestly don't know that. I am excited to see. I think the whole world is excited to see when the hero of the UWF comes back with the biggest win in his career taking on the mad king. See you later tonight.

The image fades away as the show moves on.




The scene opens with King Hornswoggle sitting on his throne while he has a huge beer in his hand and he waves before he begin to speak.



King Hornswoggle: Hi, my fellow people. This is your king that you all loved and enjoy my presence in my kingdom. I just want you all to know that I enjoy you all care about me and I appreciate it a lot from the bottom of my heart. Now as for my opponent Warhorse tonight. I would like to say I am honored to have fun playing with my best thunder buddy! We are going to have a smoke and drink a lot of alcohol after we wrestle! Then we are going to dance to rock and roll music while we dress up like the Rolling Stones! Then we are going to go drive around town and smash windows! We are going to drop toilet paper all over the town buildings and then we are going to dance in our tighty whitey with John Cena singing "We Are The Champions." See you tonight, my thunder buddy! I love you and everyone in my kingdom!!!!

The scene fades and ends with King Hornswoggle giving a drunk smile while he drinks his huge beer.

"Let's Light It Up" by Jim Johnston hits as AJ Lee comes out with a smile on her face and the crowd cheers for her. She starts skipping down the entrance ramp as she begin to skip around outside the ring until she stop in the middle. She climb up the ring as she look at the crowd and she has a huge grin on her face while she leans near the ropes. Then she turn around as she climbs through the ropes and she gets into the ring. She leans near the ropes as she poses for the crowd for a few minutes and then she stops. She walk over to the announcer as the announcer gives her a microphone and her theme music stops while she begin to speak.



AJ Lee: Hi everyone! It's your favorite crazy chick that you love! I am finally here in UWF! I honestly admit it was pretty fun back in WWE. But I had to leave because it wasn't as much fun as it was anymore and then I came here. I left UWF after winning the UWF Women's Championship and I was with Daniel Bryan. But now I am back and I hope UWF is ready to get excited again! Why because your  crazy former UWF Women's Champion is back! I also want to say I have brought someone with me. Don't worry folks, I am not wrestling and if you think it is Daniel Bryan. Nope, it is not because I kick him to the curb a long time ago. But my dear love will be wrestling and he is a lot better and more dangerous than Bryan can ever be. I honestly know one thing for sure, we all are going to have a lot of fun in UWF! I can't wait! I know what you all are thinking. Who am I talking about. Let's just say, you all will meet him very soon. It will be something unforgettable and it will make you willing to die for a fight. HA HA HA!! Ladies and Gentleman, here is a message brought to you by my love!

AJ Lee points to the tiantron and the lights turns off while the tiantron lights up showing the mask man. 



Masked Man: Hello ladies and gentleman. I see you all have enjoy the show so far. Things are getting interesting as of late. So far the landscape of UWF have changed. Most People disappear out of thin air and never to be seen again. A lot of people have their careers ended while new champions have been crown. It's too bad that the Phenomenal One couldn't hold his end of the bargain and live to another day without losing his career in the end with Rey Mysterio. At least he will be happy retired and spent more time with his family while thinking I knew this day would come. Thank God, I haven't got my blood sucked out of me or even bitten. I am glad I have pay my consequences sooner than later before Hell come to get my debt! Anyhow, now that Styles is gone and Bray Wyatt is nowhere to be found after losing his UWF Championship. Things are in motion. The games have began. Now its time for everyone to pay their debts to the Devil himself! You all shall pay your debt in blood and suffering is what I will bring upon you all. It's time because I Am coming! Are you ready? I amalready here. Are you ready to face your doom? Are you ready to face me? Because I am dying and I can't wait to meet you all! I honestly can't wait to taste your fresh blood and drink it while I bite all your scrawny little necks after crushing all your bones!

I always watch! Watch your back because you will never know what hits you! HA HA HA HA HA

The scene fades and ends with the masked man giving a evil laugh.




We head back to the ring where Jericho is in the ring with the fans singing the end of his theme song.





P U N K


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



Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... CM PUNK!

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

DING DING DING!

Punk and Jericho circle each other as they close in, then tie each other up in the middle of the ring. Jericho manages to force Punk into a side headlock, but Punk cinches an arm around the waist and tries to lift Jericho. Jericho plants his feet, however, and so Punk shoves him into the ropes. As Jericho rebounds off the ropes, Punk tries to clothesline him, but Jericho ducks under and runs the ropes opposite. As Punk pivots, Jericho springboards off the ropes into a dropkick, but Punk sidesteps and Jericho connects with nothing but air before falling to the canvas. Punk immediately drops an elbow onto Jericho's spine on landing and traps him in a chinlock, but Jericho fights up to one knee and drives a hard elbow into the gut to break the hold, then grabs Punk around the waist and lifts him up and over with a suplex! Punk hits the canvas fairly hard, but rolls out of the ring, immediately creating separation before Jericho can capitalize as the former UWF Champion rises to his feet with a smile on his face.

Phillips: We're in the early going of this match-up between the current UWF Champion and a man who previously held that honour and right now, the smile on the former champion's face says it all, doesn't it?

Graves: If you mean it betrays Jericho's false sense of confidence and his arrogance, you're absolutely right, Phillips. He hits Punk with a suplex and acts like he's accomplished some great feat. We'll see whose arm is raised at the end of this thing.

Ziggler: I have a long history with both of the guys in the ring here tonight and if I can say anything, anything at all, that holds true for both of them it is that it's going to take a lot to keep either of them down for a three-count. These are two of the most respected names in UWF history and no amount of ring rust will stop them from putting on an absolute clinic for the boys in the back.

Punk hops up onto the apron after a quick conversation with Joe and steps between the ropes, but as Jericho closes the gap Punk protests with the official, who demands Jericho back up and give him some space. Y2J obliges, wanting to be a good sport, but as soon as he does Punk rushes him and smashes him to the face with a running forearm that sends him careening into the ropes. Punk catches Jericho and whips him to the ropes opposite, then goes low and sweeps the leg, sending Jericho to the canvas chin-first. Punk is quick to capitalize as he moves to trap Jericho in a crossface, but the savvy veteran immediately grabs the rope and the referee orders a break.

Punk releases and moves to his feet, then works the crowd a bit, eliciting some boos. Jericho, meanwhile, uses the time to get back to his feet and wears a little smirk after running a thumb along his lip, which was split when his jaw connected with the ring apron. He spits some blood and then comes in and ties back up with Punk, only to drive a knee into Punk's gut before throwing him into the corner and rushing in after for a splash! Before allowing any separation, Jericho brings Punk out of the corner and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, then covers.

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...NO! Punk kicks out.

Ranallo: It's going to take a lot more punishment than that to keep CM Punk down for the count.

Phillips: You can't blame Jericho for trying.

Ziggler: Maybe not, but it was a waste of time he could've used putting Punk in a hold to wear him out.

Graves: I agree, Dolph.

Jericho sits Punk up and traps him in a headlock, almost as if he heard what Ziggler said. Dolph nods approvingly. As Jericho torques the hold, however, Punk battles up to one knee, then balls up a fist and drives it hard into a kidney. Jericho's hold loosens, and Punk manages to get an elbow into his gut before pulling free, then unloading with a brutal chop to the chest of the former world champ. Jericho stumbles away grimacing as Punk rushes him, shoving him into the corner, then cinches a grip around his waist and leads him out to connect with a German suplex! Jericho lands hard on his neck and shoulders and cries out, rolling onto his back before sitting up, grimacing for the hard cam. His grimace turns to a shocked and pained expression as the current UWF Champion rushes in behind and soccer punts him in the spine!

The fans boo as Jericho shoots up to his knees, agony written plainly on his features as he shimmies toward the ropes, only for Punk to grab one of the ropes and use it to blatantly choke Jericho. The official rebukes Punk verbally and starts a count, reaching four before the champion releases the illegal hold. Jericho leans on the rope sputtering for air as Punk comes in behind and delivers a running knee to the back of his skull – with the ropes on the other side, the Canadian has nowhere to go and eats the full impact. Punk pulls back and away from the ropes, smirking as the fans boo loudly.

Phillips: CM Punk courting some danger there with that illegal chokehold, pushing it out to a four count and just narrowly avoiding disqualification. The fans don't like it.

Ziggler: You know I hate to say it, but you have to acknowledge it for what it is: Punk is showing his killer instinct here. He'll use any edge he can to get ahead, no matter what the fans think.

Graves: That's why he's the champion!

Punk continues to court the controversy as he moves right over and uses one hand to pull Jericho's head up by the hair, then places the palm of the other on his face and straight up washes it. The fans in the front row are treated to the display of pure disrespect as Punk laughs at Jericho and they show their dislike with loud booing, but Punk grins widely at them before finally releasing Jericho and allowing him to fall back on the ropes. Punk then crosses the ring to again work the crowd, who by now are threatening to go nuclear, before moving back over to Jericho and pulling him up, only to get caught with a thumb to the eye from Jericho! The dirty maneuver from the Canadian actually draws a small pop from the fans as they're pleased to see the Champion get a little comeuppance for his poor sportsmanship.

Graves: What a cheap move by Y2J!

Ranallo: Turnabout is fair play, Graves. Jericho's just doing whatever he can to get back into this contest before it gets away from him.

As Punk reels away, pawing at his eye, Jericho rushes him but Punk manages to recover enough to catch the Canadian unawares with a knife's edge chop to the chest, followed by another. As water runs from Punk's eye and he blinks a few more times, he grabs Jericho around the head and pulls him into a series of hard knee strikes, then catches him in a hammerlock before maneuvering behind and then to his other side, then dropping him with the Pepsi Twist! The fans boo loudly as Punk immediately converts it into the Anaconda Vise, applying maximum pressure to the hold! But Jericho grabs the rope and the official orders a break!

Phillips: Look at the ring savvy of Chris Jericho. He always knows exactly where he is and that's why he was able to get that rope break so quickly.

Punk gets to his feet shaking his head, and he starts pulling Jericho to his feet as he does so, but when he does Jericho leaps up and connects with the Codebreaker! The fans pop as Punk reels but stays on his feet, only to be rushed by Jericho who shoves him onto his back and grabs the ankles, then starts trying to roll him onto his stomach.

Phillips: Codebreaker out of nowhere and Jericho is going for the Walls!

Ziggler: That's the move that ended my in-ring career, and it could definitely end this match-up.

Graves: No! No way!

Just as Jericho gets Punk over, Joe climbs up onto the apron, triggering a wave of boos from the fans as Jericho drops Punk's ankles and moves to deal with his accomplice. But Punk just smirks and hops off the apron as the official gives him an earful. When Jericho turns around, Punk returns the thumb to the eye from earlier, then hoists him up on the shoulders and drops him with the GTS! The fans boo loudly as Punk covers.

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...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner:

CM PUNK!



Graves: Well, it wasn't pretty but Punk got the job done.

Phillips: "Wasn't pretty? He had outside help to win!

Ziggler: Well, I said the Walls were a deadly maneuver but so is Punk's GTS and he sure proved it here tonight. You can't take your eye of a guy like that for one second or this is what will happen, Tom.

As the fans boo, Punk collects his title and rolls out of the ring laughing hysterically. Joe joins him and the pair head to the back with Jericho regrouping on the inside.





We see the Warhorse standing backstage speaking off to the camera, in traditional format. Dude this is so overdone now.

WARHORSE: THIS WEEK I FACE A JOKE, I FACE HORNSWOGGLE. THE MAN WHO CALLS HIMSELF KING… I MEAN WHO’S HE EVEN FOOLING? THE WARHORSE IS THE KING OF YOUR HEARTS AND THE RULER OF ASSES AND I’LL RULE HIS JUST LIKE ALWAYS. SINCE THAT’S WHAT I DO-

Suddenly, we see the Ultimate Warrior walk through onto the frame, in front of the camera. He looks disappointed, no facepaint on, the man behind the Warrior, legally, Warrior.

WARHORSE: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BROTHER. I’LL SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS SO HARD THAT IT-

Ultimate Warrior: Dude, who do you think you’re talking to?

There’s a short pause.

Ultimate Warrior: Week in, week out, you’ve had this ego mount you. You’ve had it in your mind you need to be the best champion this company has ever seen. If anything, that was just a message to yourself. An idea you formed because you hated CM Punk’s guts so much. Look where you are now though.

He looks at the Warhorse’s empty shoulder.

Ultimate Warrior: No championship, and frankly brother, I don’t see that changing now. You lost that chance, you blew it because you couldn’t see to yourself. You couldn’t see past the paint, past your own downfall. You’ve seen it as a stairway up but you’ve fallen down the hatch, boy.

The Warhorse tries to butt in.

WARHORSE: YOU DON’T-

Ultimate Warrior: I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT’S HOW IT IS. Tell me it isn’t after having a damn good look around. You’ve wasted these people’s time, you said you were going to be for them and you slipped and fell off the map with fast effect.

There’s more silence, a very tense situation.

Ultimate Warrior: I’ll tell you what’s next, you’re going to either admit to your flaws or Ethan will realise it and boot you out of that door right on your sack of dimes. Punk is the world champion now, don’t even bother chasing him. You’ve proved you’re not worthy of that now. You’re nothing now.

WARHORSE: WELL GUY-

Ultimate Warrior: DON’T EVEN TALK TO ME. I don’t know you anymore.

The Ultimate Warrior walks away, as we see the Warhorse looking on, devastation, stun and pure and utter bamboozlement.

He looks at him walking away out of his field of view and sighs.

WARHORSE: GOOD, I THOUGHT I KILLED HIM ALREADY. PFT.

The Warhorse, kidding himself, walks off out of the frame. We head elsewhere.





We head back to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already there roaring to go.



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



Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's super heroes in training Ali and Ricochet flanking him in his matches to make sure nothing happens to the hero of the UWF. 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.


Ding! Ding! Ding!


Graves: Rey Mysterio is a man that just ended the career of the incredible and irreplaceable AJ Styles. He looks to make another statement tonight in beating the undefeated Eddie Kingston.


Ranallo: I don’t know about that one now, that’s a rather bold statement to even make. While Mysterio is legendary in his own right, there’s a reason that Eddie Kingston is undefeated still here in the UWF.


Graves: Then why did it take him so long to get to the big leagues?


Rey Mysterio immediately goes low and hits Kingston with a series of devasting calf kicks that sends pain surging through his legs. Kingston tries to block a few but keeps being on the receiving ends of the kicks. Kingston delivers a knee to Mysterio’s chest to break it up, then a boot to the head of Mysterio which sends him to the floor.

Phillips: Big boot by Kingston that floors Mysterio!

Ranallo: Both men looking to make an impact here in the early going.

Kingston shakes of the damage to his legs and goes to pick Mysterio up. Rey slithers out and goes between Kingston’s legs and goes back on the offensive end with more calf kicks. Kingston turns around to go for an elbow but Mysterio ducks under the elbow and bounces of the ropes. Kingston goes for a clothesline but Rey ducks once again. Rey bounces off the ropes again and goes for a crossbody—but Kingston catches him in the air!! Kingston slings Rey over his shoulder and delivers an Uranage suplex.

Phillips: Big time suplex from Kingston!

Graves: Will he even be able to stand again after that?

Kingston goes over to Rey and grabs his up by the mask and irish whips him. Rey bounces off the ropes and Kingston catches him again and delivers a spine-tingling spine buster. Eddie goes for the cover.



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…..Kick out by Rey!



Kingston shakes his head but begins to smile at the challenge. Kingston picks Rey up and drags him to the corner and begins to deliver brutal body blows. Rey drops to a knee, Kingston irish whips him into the opposite corner. Rey hits the opposite corner with a ton of velocity and Eddie charges up and sprints after him. Eddie goes for a huge splash, but Rey moves out of the way at the last second. Eddie goes crashing into the corner—face first into the turnbuckle—and staggers back. Rey decks Eddie in the temple with a dropkick that sends him to the floor. Rey hits a standing splash and goes for the cover.



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……Kickout by Eddie Kingston!

Ranallo: Gonna take more than that to take out that bad man!

Rey delivers a few quick stomps on the head of Kingston while he’s still laid out on the floor. Rey bounces off the ropes and hits Eddie with a sliding dropkick that sends Eddie rolling out of the ring to recover. Eddie gets down to both knees and begins to gather himself on the outside. After a few long moments, Eddie gets back to a vertical basis and turns around--- ONLY TO GET DEMOLISHED BY REY MYSTERIO FLYING OUT OF THE RING AND INTO HIM!!

Rey hits Eddie with the velocity of a car accident and both men are on the outside, lifeless and motionless. The fans are all in shock and the ref is completely stunned at what he’s witnessed. The ref begins to count as both stars are out.

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Both men begin to stir, Rey gets to a fetal position and slowly begins to crawl while Eddie holds his head and neck area in pain.

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Rey slithers back into the ring like a snake and Eddie rolls over and begins to get closer to the ring.



Graves: We could be on the verge of seeing both men getting counted out here!



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Eddie rolls into the ring before the count out! Rey hits him with a dropkick and begins to stomp on Kingston keeping him grounded. Eddie starts to crawl away and positions himself between the ropes forcing the ref to step between and get Rey off him. Eddie gets back to a vertical basis as Rey bounces off the ropes for momentum. Kingston drops Rey with a boot to the chin and buys himself some time to rest. Rey shakes the cobwebs off and gets to his feet, but Kingston slithers behind him and delivers the Tiger Suplex! Rey stumbles back to his feet, only to get completely leveled by the shot gun lariat! Eddie goes for the cover!



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………Kickout by Rey!

Phillips: What a close call!

Eddie grabs Rey’s head and begins to dribble it into the mat repeatedly like a basketball. Rey rolls over to cover himself up while Eddie gets to his feet and begins to stomp on a helpless Mysterio. Eddie picks Rey up and puts his hands behind his waist and delivers a german suplex! Kingston then begins to slap his own chest to hype himself up as a huge mixed response begins to arise from the sold out crowd.

Eddie starts to smirk as he looks into the audience. Eddie takes a bit to long to gas himself up, as he turns around he eats a big time missile drop kick from Rey Mysterio! Eddie goes flying and lands chin and torso first on the second ropes in the perfect position for a special move! The fans go nuts as Rey bounces off the opposite ropes and goes flying full speed and goes for the 619!

But Kingston ducks at the last possible moment and Mysterio misses! Rey is still on the outside of the ring and he begins to stalk Eddie, who clearly things he is in the clear. Eddie finally turns around, and Rey springs boards the distance of the ropes going for the West Coast Pop! Eddie moves out of the way once again and Mystero lands on his feet but tweaks a knee. Rey limps for a second and when he turns around…. -WHAM!- Eddie connects with the American D!



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…………….3!!!



Winner: Eddie Kingston



Graves: That’s all she wrote folks. I never doubted Kingston for a second in this match.

Ranallo: Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say.

Phillips: Still can’t disrespect Mysterio in this match. He performed well but came up short. Still a veteran in the game that knows how to swim with the sharks in these waters. Hell—he’s still a shark himself.





Our camera waste no time in cutting backstage inside a locker room to reveal the imagery of Tom Lawlor. His manager, Chael Sonnen can be seen in the background talking on the phone, as he pats Lawlor on the shoulder before stepping away for a moment. The focus now zooms in on a game, Lawlor who runs his thumb across his nose. A small smirk slides across the former fighters face as he openly addresses us, the viewers.



TOM LAWLOR
I've never been the type of guy to sit in the back, and question things. I've always held myself accountable for my actions. Each, and everything I've done in this business -- I've always looked at myself in the mirror the next day. I'm not afraid to admit what I did to Ciampa could be construed into desperation. It could be seen as an act to fight another day, but I see it as the perfect time to strike. And don't you dare believe had the roles been switch that Ciampa wouldn't do the same thing to me. Those are bygones. It's all in the past, what matters tonight is I'm squaring off against yet another former champion. Robert Conway. And albeit, I'll hear both sides of the coin. I'll hear how some hope I choke his life out, and others will hope to see him expose me. See, what happens tonight isn't calculated, or desirable. It's not going to be a tale of destiny that you people believe to be true. It's going to get filthy out there. I hate to be so blunt about things, but I'm looking to BIGGER and BETTER things. I don't need to play pitty to a man who couldn't get the job DONE at Summerslam, and yet? I'm supposed to sit here and act as if we're on level footing. This has nothing to do with you, Rob. It does however have to do everything to do with my WANTS and my NEEDS. I'm not going to sit by any longer and play second fiddle. I deserve a shot, and I deserve it SOONER, rather than later. I'll keep this short, and sweet. Either give me my SHOT, or I'll DESTROY each, and everyone this company has to offer...

Strong words escape from Lawlor, as it seemed to be the perfect time as Chael walks over to his client, whispering in his ears. A nod follows Lawlor as we move to our next sequence of the show.







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

"Down With The King" by Run DMC hits as King Hornswoggle come out to a chrous of boos and he smiles wearing his crown. He walks down the entrance ramp waving all to his peasants as he turns to the right and he walk up the steel steps. He walk along the ropes as he stops and he slides under the ring ropes.



The 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


DING DING DING


Hornswoggle walks to the center of the ring with his arms wide open, wanting his old buddy to bring it in for a hug. WARHORSE just looks at him with a confused look on his face. When he gets close enough, WARHORSE just pushes him back with his foot, keeping him at a distance. Swoggle just looks up at him like a sad puppy staring at their neglectful owner.


Mauro Ranallo: Aww look at the little guy.

Corey Graves: What are you talking about Mauro, that's THE most nasty and vulgar wrestler in UWF history and that's not a compliment!

Mauro Ranallo: He just wants his thunder buddy to-

Corey Graves: I hate WARHORSE with a passion but even I have to root for him here tonight.

Tom Phillips: HELL YEAH BROTHER JOIN THE CLUB!


Hornswoggle is quivering his bottom lip like he's about to cry. WARHORSE throws up the devil horns in the air and looks at Swoggle. A smile creeps up on his face and he does the same. Together, the two start headbanging and the crowd is here for it. WARHORSE stops in the middle of it however and just walks over and kicks Swoggle in the head. The former Television Champion goes down but WARHORSE kicks him over to the ropes before exiting the ring.

WARHORSE grabs him and looks like he's going to straight up toss him into the crowd but Swoggle manages to squirm free and falls back, sitting on his shoulders. From there he gouges at WARHORSE's eyes. The former Intercontinental Champion yells out in pain and reaches up, grabbing the little man and throwing him to the ground! Swoggle hits the outside with a loud thud and looks like he just fell from a 10 story building. WARHORSE is more than fine with a count out victory and opts to roll into the ring, he just wants to get this match over and done with.


Corey Graves: I'd do the same thing if I was ever forced to be in a ring with Hornswoggle.

Mauro Ranallo: Really? I thought maybe you'd try and injure him as much as possible.

Corey Graves: Ideally yeah but he's like a cockroach, you can't just kill him. He keeps coming back.

Tom Phillips: COULD YOU IMAGINE IF MORE OF THOSE LITTLE FUCKERS CAME CRAWLING OUT OF THE RING!?


The ref reaches a count of 6 and Swoggle starts to stir, He looks like he has no idea where he is but he still manages to walk like a zombie over to the steel steps and start climbing up them. He comes into the ring and throws up the devil horns, looking like a drunk metal head at a concert. WARHORSE shakes his damn head and walks over to him only for Swoggle to jump forward and headbutt him in the gut! WARHORSE falls to his knees and Swoggle grabs his head, kicking off the ropes for a Tornado DDT! He makes the pin!



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WARHORSE kicks out! He turns over to his stomach and starts to pick himself up but Hornswoggle gives him a Superkick to the jaw! WARHORSE looks stunned by this, not form the force but more the sheer audacity of Swoggle to kick him in the face. Swoggle sees the anger on his face and decides to get out of dodge. He runs to the ropes and exits the ring as WARHORSE gives him the chase. He hurriedly crawls under the ring and WARHORSE tries to look for him. WARHORSE crawls under the ring after him and the ref decides to count both of them out of the ring. Alls quiet until the count of 5 when Swoggle comes out and runs back into the ring. At the count of 7, WARHORSE comes out but his face is blinded with green mist! He can't see but he's got enough wherewithal to know where he's at. He grabs the apron and tries to wipe his eyes but with the ref at a count of 9, he can't do it fully and slides back into the ring. He starts to pick himself up but Hornswoggle nails him with a Cutter! He makes the pin!



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WARHORSE kicks out! Swoggle backup to the corner and stomps his feet, tuning up the band. WARHORSE picks himself up and wipes his eyes. Swoggle comes over for some Sweet Shin Music but WARHORSE Big Boots him in the face! Little Boots him? Small Boot? Either way Swoggle goes down and WARHORSE picks the former Television Champion up, grabbing him at the waist. He throws him back with a German Suplex! Swoggle flies across the ring and bounces so hard that he flips upside down on the ropes. WARHORSE pulls him away and makes the pin



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Swoggle kicks out! WARHORSE brings him back up but Swoggle kicks his shin. WARHORSE limps away. Hornswoggle throws up the horns one more time and belts out a big heavy metal scream. He looks recharged and full of energy, ready to kick some ass!Swoggle kicks his feet back like a charging bull before running at his opponent with all his might. WARHORSE simply jumps up into the air and delivers the ASS RULER from the standing position!


Tom Phillips: HELL YEAH BUD!

Mauro Ranallo: Ass Ruler! Or inverted Ass Ruler? Reverse Ass Ruler?

Tom Phillips: WHO CARES, SWOGGLE'S ASS JUST GOT RULED!


WARHORSE kicks Swoggle over onto his stomach and puts his foot over him, making the ref count the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!




WARHORSE is happy with the win but it's clear he's got more on his mind then a win over Hornswoggle. He heads to the back as the show moves on.




The scene opens to a very familiar face, the one of Paul Heyman sitting in front of his signature stage. His face is extremely smug for obvious reasons. The smug eventually changes into a speech.




Paul Heyman: Summer Slam 2021 has come and gone. And what did we see folks?

The same thing that we always see and that is a lot of superstars only walk the walk and they never back up the junk that they let flow from their mouths. When the fire gets to burning and it gets too hot, the flames and the smoke causes them to fizzle out. You’ve seen it over the years folks; grown men coming into the middle of that dangerous squared circle and something seems to happen to them in the middle of that very ring. Something ticks in their brain, and they begin to tell every lie under the sun for various reasons. Those men can never back up that trash that they speak, because at the core of their DNA, they are made of Trash themselves.

But men like my client; Seth Rollins; the most cold-blooded and ruthless assassin that this company has ever seen, backed up another promise. He did what he said he would do: he reeled the Horse in—hook line and sinker—and he caught that sucker, fried him up, smoked him and ate him whole! My client backed his claims at Summer Slam and took the Intercontinental Championship as a consolation prize.

So tonight world, look at the face that is going to erase the pathetic and disgusting aroma and stench that was left on the title! This man; Seth Rollins; is going to restore the prestige to a championship that was nearly forgotten about.

The camera scene widens to incorporate the brand-new Intercontinental champion into the frame. A big smirk comes across Seth’s face as he looks at the championship that he has draped over his shoulder. He eventually looks up and gives a head nod to the world. It’s obvious that he cares only about himself, his manager, and his title.

Paul Heyman: Go ahead and tell the world how it feels.

Seth Rollins: How it feels? Yes, Let’s talk about feelings. Let’s talk about how everyone around the world watching this broadcast right now—the closest they will ever get to seeing success in their lives is by watching me obtain it in mine.

We want to talk about feelings. Let’s talk about the War Horse’s feelings. I’m sure he’s been crying himself to sleep like a little weak child with cancer since Summer Slam; the night that I did exactly what I said I would: beat him to an inch of his life and leave him in a pool of his own blood.

Are we still talking about feelings? Because I think the best feeling of all of this, was when I delivered the third curb stomp through a flaming table that put that man down for good. Despite the severe burns I received on my body, I think it was a good trade seeing as how I’m finally a champion again. The championship that I never really lost, has returned to where it belongs: around my waist.

Paul Heyman: There are rumors that the Prime-Time Medal Holder could be on his way to challenging you. How do you feel about that epic showdown waiting to happen?

Seth Rollins: Ah yes—a formidable opponent. Yes, Eddie Knight.

Paul Heyman: Eddie Kingston.



Seth Rollins: Ahh-- Yeah, that’s what I said, the new old guy on the brink of retirement. It took 20 years for him to finally piece everything together. It took him 20 years to find a wrestling company that’s worth a damn, and I have to say, congratulations. But if he dares to set his beady little eyes on my gold, then that’s where his road to glory ends—right here by my god damn boot. The same exact one that won me this title. You see, at his turtle pace, it would take him another 5-10 years to taste a real championship.

But to be honest, that old dirtbag needs to use that brain of his. If he is even 3% as smart as he thinks he is, then he’ll set his eyes on one of the other championships first. Because I’ll do anything to keep this title, including bending rules and crippling fools.

If he truly is smart, he’d want to seek out a partnership with me instead of a battle. I mean just look at what happened to the Horse. I don’t think a 40-year-old can handle that type of pain and punishment.

Paul Heyman: Now Seth—the world is itching to know the truth. It’s been months and there has been no type of explanation from you as far as what the hell happened after you lost to Bray Wyatt! There was a time when the world was dying to know what happened to you; that is, until you changed.

A slight grin on Seth’s face slowly appears before turning into a sinister laugh.

Seth Rollins: You really want to know? The truth is after Bray abducted me, he set out on a mission to break me. The memories are fuzzy and in pieces, but he fed me the nastiest food while I tied and chained up on a wall. He forced me to watch never ending sequences of disturbing images and videos that would make any sane person cry while regurgitating. He didn’t allow me to shower or see the outside world for about 6 days. The next thing I knew, I was waking up under a bridge in the same city Revolution happened to be at that week.



The images and videos that I saw still haunt me to this day. The images of Bray face and his voice still emerge from time to time, but it’s not nearly as frequently as it was before. You see, something happened that he didn’t anticipate. He was trying to break me for his own sinister fun and pleasure. What happened was the opposite. I began to adapt and absorb the negative energy that he was trying to harm me with. It changed me from the inside out and I began to slowly learn how to fuel myself with it.

I began to harness the energy and the power to create a new me. ‘His control’ over me slowly started to become more of a teaching lesson. And now that I’ve just about mastered it, I think it’s time to pay Mr. Bray a visit. I mean, why do you think he finally lost the championship? Because his plan backfired with me and over time, I began to weaken him. I began to steal his power, I weakened him, I MADE him lose his title on the same night that I picked mine up. That is no coincidence.

There’s a reason he was vulnerable before Summer Slam, and it’s also the same reason why he’s been missing since then as well. Listen, the only person you all need to listen to on these topics is Me. I’m the one who time and time again, has been proven to be telling nothing but the utmost truth. The other men in this organization just lie through their teeth, whether they know it at the time or not.

Paul Heyman: You heard it here folks on Talk Smack. Two threats handed out on live television after a blood bath and burial of another man at Summer Slam. Listen Eddie, I don’t know if you have any kids, but you have eyes. You have a brain. You may have kids now or in the future, I don’t know and I don’t give a damn. But you should protect yourself from the harm that looms if you take the wrong path in life. If you truly value yourself and that undefeated record, you had better make the right choice. It took you 20 years to get here, don’t let your career only last 20 years.

Paul smirks at the camera while Seth holds his championship belt up as the feed fades out and heads to the next segment.








We come back from the break to find Sylvan in the ring with a spotlight placed firmly on the former male model.



Sylvan: Bonsoir, bonsoir - it is I, Sylvan, the most handsome man in the UWF. A male model for Versace, Gucci, Armani, Chanel - known all around the world for this beautiful face and here I stand before you, a sad man. Here I, Sylvan, stand before you a wreck. For at Summerslam I made the worst mistake of my life. When I stepped into this ring and tried to help my client Robert Conway - no - my best friend Robert Conway - I had no idea that my actions would cause for him to lose the Television Championship to Chad Gable. Which is why I have come here tonight to make my apologies. To say sorry and to ask for forgiveness. See my friend Robert - I was only doing what any friend would do. I was trying to help. I sad Chad Gable try and cheat at every opportunity - he was like a little mouse trying to steal the cheese, and I thought I was doing the right thing. But as we saw, I was wrong and it takes a big man to admit that but here I am saying I am wrong and I am sorry and this will never happen again. 

The crowd are booing Sylvan loudly whilst the Quebec native is almost in tears.

Robert Conway gave me an opportunity to come back. We go way back, we were Tag Team Champions elsewhere but life got hard for Sylvan. The contracts dried up, the advertisements dried up, it sucked to be Sylvan. Until one man gave me a phone call and that man was Simon Dean. The inspirational coach to Robert Conway - L'entraîneur du champion. He reached out to Sylvan and he had a role for Sylvan to get 'The Conman' back on top. And ever since the modelling agencies have been on the phone, I've been flown around the world to walk the runways of Paris, Milan, Madrid, London and it's all down to the generosity of one man, Robert Conway. So I say to Robert, do you have it in your heart to forgive an old friend? - for I am truly sorry, I made my mistake, and it cost the entire Con-Tourage but I do believe I can make up for my mistake if you give me the opportunity. I've already made the calls, Simon will tell you, I think you'll like it a lot - please 'Conman', give me a second chance. Tu as changé ma vie, maintenant je te le dois. Donnez-moi juste la chance, je vais le faire bien pour vous.

The crowd are moaning while Sylvan grovels in French when suddenly...

Just look at me...



'The Conman's theme hits and Sylvan looks to the entrance way as Conway walks out accompanied by his trainer, Simon Dean. Conway already has a microphone in his hand.



Rob Conway: Cut the music - you don't need to grovel Sylvan. I see how much this means to you, how much The Con-Tourage means to you, and 'The Conman' formally accepts your apology. See me and 'The Dean' have been talking backstage and we've been strategizing for the future. See the Television Championship without Rob Conway is a bit like a car with no wheels, it's going nowhere. So we've moved on and we're setting the bar higher for The Con-Tourage and you are a big part of that my friend. I mean, who else out there would be able to pick out the trunks I'm wearing right now? huh?. Who else would be able to improve upon the already pretty damn perfect - yet you do each and every week when I walk out looking like a Greek God and while a lot of it is just simply natural greatness... it still needs that little touch of Sylvan.

Conway steps into the ring and hugs Sylvan much to the crowds displeasure, they find the whole affair nauseating. 

Not only that, but each and every week you lay it on the line for the greater cause of The Con-Tourage whether it's against Chad Gable or Bray Wyatt, when 'The Conman' needs you, Sylvan is there. For every mistake Sylvan, you've made a million more right decisions which is why I trust you to be my image consultant and to be a member of our  group no, our family. So Sylvan, mon ami, I say you that there is always a place in The Con-Tourage for you. And from what 'The Conman's heard, you've already made good on your promise to make it up to all of us. And I can't wait for everyone to see. And trust me when I say... you'll all want to see this. Now if you'll excuse 'The Conman' - he has some 'filth' to wipe off his boots.

Sylvan makes his way to ringside with Simon Dean as Conway prepares for his opponent.



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.

Chimel: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Chael Sonnen... from Las UpdateYourProfile, weighing in at his weight... "Filthy" Tom Lawlor!

On the flip side, Tom would give some of the people their monies, pounding a few fist, clapping a few hands -- The usual stuff, before making his way into the midst of the ring. It isn't long before Chael taps Tom on the shoulder, whispering in his ear. Chael would then make his exit, as a more determined look would creep across the face of "Filthy," Tom Lawlor. One thing was for certain, God have mercy on his opponent.



Conway and Lawlor size each other up from their respective corners while Chimel heads out. The Official calls for the bell...


VS

DING DING


Lawlor brings up his fists to protect his chin and adopts a readied fighting stance. His breathing falls into a steady, intentional pattern while his head begins to pop unpredictably from one side to the the other. The Mixed Martial Artist then closes the gap between his opponent and himself. Conway isn't taking things so seriously. He laughs at Tom and throws a dismissive wave his way before turning calling over to Chael Sonnen to ask if this is seriously his dude. Sonnen rarely shuns a good argument, but this time, he's happy to let Lawlor's actions do all the talking. Rob shakes his head, baffled at the audacity of these guys thinking that they're on his level, and then moves in to meet Tom.


Ranallo: Conway can't afford to not take Tom Lawlor seriously. The Filthy One is boasting an impressive undefeated record in singles competition while Rob is coming off a loss in a title match.

Phillips: The so-called Conman's biggest problem is that he lets his ego get in the way and his opponents keep taking advantage of that.

Graves: Uh, how about you actually watch the product, Phillips. It's Sylvan's fault that Rob Conway isn't the Television Champ right now, and as for that "ego"? If you looked half that good without a shirt on, you'd brag about it too!


It's a typical collar-and-elbow to start things off. Conway has a slight size advantage but it doesn't matter. Lawlor hastily slips out and around him, grabbing a waist lock when he takes the back. Rob can't help but look a little bit panicked. The Filthy One goes to lift him up. Kicking his feet and sand-bagging as best he can, the Conman is able to keep himself grounded. Tom switches things up and goes low instead, dropping down and hooking a thigh to roll the other man over backwards. The Hoosier tumbles back and finds his shoulder pressed down into the canvas as Lawlor goes for a fast pin to start things off...



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Conway powers out at one and rolls away. Lawlor gives him some space to collect himself. When Rob gets to his feet, he looks over to find his opponent wagging a knowing finger. Frustrated, Conway boots the bottom rope while Dean and Grenier offer up some moral support from the sidelines. On the opposite end of the squared circle, Chael encourages his man to just keep doing what he's doing.

Filthy Tom stands back up and Conway beckons him over, daring the former cage fighter to try him again. He's looking to save some face, embarrassed that he was so quickly out-grappled. Lawlor happily engages. They go collar-and-elbow again, with a machismo-fueled power struggle ensuing. Tom's superior footwork gains him ground early on, but an agitated Conway soon gains it back and then some. Using that momentum in his own favour, Tom lets himself get pushed back a ways and then steps aside, causing his opponent to stumble past into the ropes.

Rob bounces chest-first off the cables and finds himself rolled up for a second time by the tenacious Nevadan. The Referee slides in to make the count...



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Another kick out, this time at two, however.


Phillips: Lawlor almost caught him there!

Ranallo: Conway needs to cool his jets. He can't let Lawlor get under his skin so easily.


Lawlor can't help but smile as Rob stumbles clumsily back to a vertical base. Conway catches him smirking and that just provokes him more. He charges right back in, aiming to take off Filthy Tom's head with a running knee. It would be a knockout blow if it connected, but it's launched with such reckless abandon that Tom is easily able to slide out of the way before catching Conway from behind again. A schoolboy style pin sees the Conman's shoulders buried into the canvas...



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Conway kicks out with conviction. He's furious, but in the kerfuffle of him trying to create some distance, Tom grabs him yet again and tries for a fourth pin! The Official hasn't even gotten back up yet when he's called for another count...



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No! Conway gets out just in time! Rob rolls under the ropes before Lawlor can catch him again. He storms around the ring, throwing a tantrum as he goes. Some of the front row fans chastise him, but he sends them running for the hills with a a scowl and a warning swat fired off in the direction of the barricade.


Graves: Get those people away from Rob Conway! He doesn't need any more distractions, he's trying to compete!

Phillips: He's hiding outside the ring, so he kinda isn't.


Simon Dean and Sylvan Grenier rush over to offer their support. Dean massages those muscular shoulders while Sylvan chimes in with some advice. Conway shuts that down fast, telling him that "this is all his fault". It's a vague accusation, but the French-Canadien isn't about to argue with Rob in this state.

The Official starts up a ten count while Lawlor casually leans against the ropes, asking Rob what's the matter. Conway flips him off and stomps back around the ring. On the far side, he finds a snarky Chael Sonnen considering him with a shit-eating grin. Rob barks at the Bad Guy, demanding he get out of his way. Uncle Chael puts his hands up defensively and steps back. The Ref hits a four, then a five. Conway looks up into the ring and tells the Official to make Tom give him some space. Lawlor doesn't mind, he backs all the way up to the far side, feeling pretty confident with how things are going.

At the seventh count, Rob climbs back on to the apron. He brushes his boots off there before carefully stepping through the ropes. Tom feigns charging him and Conway hastily steps back out. Lawlor laughs. "Caught ya flinching." You know how it is. Conway's pissed. Back through the ropes at the Official's insistence. Filthy Tom is about to come at him again but this time he gets tripped up! When the Referee turns to see what caused him to fall, Simon Dean is fleeing the scene of the crime like Macavity.


Ranallo: Simon Dean just tripped Tom Lawlor!

Graves: What? I didn't see anything!


Conway darts over and smashes Tom with a low dropkick right to the face! Lawlor recoils, clutching his nose, wondering if its broken. Before he can reach a diagnosis, Conway rips him up off the canvas. He whips Lawlor hard into the corner, rattling his bones with the impact. Tom steps forward, winded and wounded but finds himself pinned back into the buckle by a shoulder tackle from the Hoosier.

The Filthy One coughs up a lungful of air. Conway steps back, boots him in the gut, hooks an arm around the head and tosses his opponent back with a stalling suplex! He lets Tom hang out in the air for a few seconds longer than usual just to rub it in. When the Mixed Martial Artist finally hits the mat, he finds himself on the wrong end of a pin attempt as Rob attempts to put this one away...



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No! Lawlor kicks out at two! Conway is just getting started now, though. He's full of piss and vinegear. Pulling Tom up by a handful of hair, he throws him right back into that same corner. Sonnen hops up on the apron and tells the Referee to start enforcing the rules. The third man heads over to calm the corner man down, but that distraction just causes more trouble. Dean wraps a rally towel around Lawlor' necks choking him back against the corner post while Grenier holds his arms down. Conway runs in and takes him out with the facewash with his boot. The fans boo while Chael screams at the Ref to turn around. Eventually he does, but by then Dean and Sylvan are long gone.

Rob continues to stomp away at his opponent, but once he starts using the ropes for leverage, the Ref breaks things up. Conway backs off and takes a few seconds to catch his breath. The crowd is really laying into him so he turns and offers up a condescending flex or two - mimicking those classic Hogan pumps to draw the ire of the UWF Universe.


Phillips: This guy is such a piece of work!

Ranallo: Yep, they sure broke the mold with this one.

Graves: You say that like it's a bad thing. Rob Conway is one of a kind and is making a case for becoming the next contender for the UWF Championship.

Ranallo: A bit presumptuous, don't you think? He just failed to win back the Television Championship!

Graves: Pfft, that's minor detail. Rob is always looking for the next big career move. He already won the TV title, now he's looking to move up the card. Did you hear him trash talking Punk this week? He had the internet buzzing!

Phillips: You can't count Lawlor out of this match already. The only reason he's down now is because the Con-tourage are a bunch of cheaters!


Gasping and coughing, Lawlor crawls away from the corner. Rob steps over him as he heads for the buckle. He scales the ropes to climb to the top and waits for Lawlor to get up. The Nevadan is too far along to take the Ego Elbow Drop, but as he reaches his feet, he's in prefect position for a Diving Double Ax Handle. Conway rules him so hard that it would make Jimmy King proud. The fists crown Lawlor and he drops to the mat, leaving him prone for the cover...



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But Tom kicks out in time! Conway kneels up and sneers at the third man, who back away nervously. With that, Rob calls for the end of the match, promising an Ego Trip as he hoists Lawlor back to a standing position, head tucked at his side. The fans shout for the Filthy One to fight back. Sonnen is begging him to come to. Conway just shakes his head and goes to deliver his finisher...


Lawlor pushes him off! Rob stumbles back into the ropes and bounces back right into Tom's clutches. He flips Conway high overhead with a massive Exploder Suplex! He splats flat on his back and the battered Mixed Martial Artist dives on top to put him away...



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No! Conway just barely manages to kick out. Not even remotely discouraged, Lawlor pops right back up. He runs for the ropes, springs off and slides in like he's stealing a base. He nails Conway with a Lariat coming in low, blasting him just at the Conman's starting to get up. The maneuver leaves Conway totally obliterated, but as Tom goes to make that cover, Sylvan hops up on to the apron to distract the Ref.


Phillips: Enough is enough! Get these clowns out of here, Ref!

Graves: Hey, the self-proclaimed "Bad Guy" was doing the same thing a few minutes ago and you weren't complaining then. Better watch that bias, Phillips. It's unprofessional.


Chael circles around the ring to deal with Grenier while Dean also joins the argument. It's a total clustercuss, with dudes yelling at dudes all over the place. Lawlor stands up to go and get the Ref, only to find himself FRIGGIN LOW-BLOWED! OH SNAP!


Ranallo: That's Buddy Murphy! Buddy Murphy just hit a cheap shot on Tom Lawlor!

Graves: What the...

Phillips: Where'd he even come from?


It's true. All of it. Murphy capitalized on every back being turned to slide in from outta nowhere to nail Tom Lawlor down under. The Filthy One doubles over, only to get turned around, hoisted up and dropped with a nasty Murphy's Law! When the body impacts the canvas, Chael looks over to see what's going on. He's horrified to see his man down as Murphy slides out of the ropes, hops the barricade and escapes through the crowd. All the yelling around him and booing from the fans is a sensory overload for the Referee, so he can't tell what the heck's going on.


Ranallo: What the hell is going on out here?

Graves: Well Lawlor did abandon Murphy in a tag team match a few weeks ago. He left him high and dry to get beaten in a handicap match. Just like a boomerang from Buddy's home country, what goes around comes around.


Sylvan and Simon immediately back off when they see Lawlor down and their guy stirring. They step away from the ring, allowing the Ref some space to get back to work. He pivots just in time to find Conway rolling over Lawlor for the pin. He's so frazzled that he doesn't even notice Rob grabbing the tights for leverage...



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Phillips: This is a travesty!



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Ranallo: Not like this...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
ROB CONWAY!


Conway slips off his opponent. Sylvan and Simon climb into the ring to help him up before handing him off to the Ref so he can raise his hand. It takes some time, but soon Conway can stand on his own power. His senses come back to him, the moment sinks in, and with that, the gloating begins. The "I told ya so's" rival the volume of his music playing through the PA as he points at individuals in the crowd booing him to rub it in. Meanwhile, a wounded Lawlor is pulled towards the apron and down to the floor by Chael Sonnen.


Phillips: That was disgusting. The Con-tourage employed some Cartel-like tactics to steal the win. By all rights, Lawlor should still be undefeated as a singles competitor. That match was a textbook gongshow.

Graves: Hey! Don't compare some enthusiastic corner men to those heinous gang bangers. It's not even close. Rob Conway is a model athlete who has surrounded himself with some fellow winners. Have there been some bumps along the way? Sure. But looking at him now, I see a guy who has figured out the recipe to be the next big thing in the UWF. He's the total package.

Ranallo: Well I'm certain Tom Lawlor would dispute that point, and given the chance, I think he'd put Conway in his place. First, though, he might be looking for some payback against Buddy Murphy.


Lawlor sits just outside the ring, Chael grimly patting him on the back while he scowls up at the victors in the ring. Lawlor looks like he's about to go back in and finish the job when...

Ladies and Gentlemen

E

C

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trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble
trouble trouble trouble

The Owner of UWF steps out from the back with a mic in hand ready to step in.

EC3: Hold on there just one second. Since Bray Wyatt has disappeared, I using tonight's main event to really gauge who should be next in line for a title shot. I didn't want the match to end like that so next week let's make it more interesting. You all heard CM Punk earlier tonight. He'll take on all comers. I know there's a certain loud mouth in the back yelling about how he beat Punk for his last title. Ideally I'd like to see what Kingston and Rollins could do as well but they're a bit preoccupied with each other. So next week we'll have ourselves a 3 way. Rob Conway vs Tom Lawlor vs WARHORSE for the #1 Contendership to the UWF Championship. And Slyvan, Simon and Chael, you're all banned from ringside.

The fans pop at the idea while Conway and Lawlor stare at one another, Lawlor getting a smile knowing he gets to have some revenge.

EC3: Oh and Murphy, you're not off the hook for interrupting this match. You'll be a bit preoccupied with a match of your own next week... against the UWF Champion CM Punk.


Mauro Ranallo: Two big matches announced for next week!

Corey Graves: I can't wait, who knows what an uncaged Tom Lawlor can do.

Tom Phillips: A WHOLE BUNCHA NOTHIN' WITH THE WARHORSE IN THAT RING BROTHER!


The show goes off the air with EC3 seeing dollar signs in his eyes as the two men continue eyeing each other.


Credits


Cena vs Gable - Evolution J
Kignston vs Mysterio - Destruction
Punk vs Jericho - Crann
Conway vs Lawlor - Fauche
Fuego vs Ciampa, WARHORSE vs Swoggle - Danny

[Dres]

Admittedly I skimmed over this in Staff before it was officially posted but what can I say, I was excited for this show. Punk’s first promo as champion was strong, really sets the table for anyone to come after him in the future and I like that. I also like the consistency of the character because it’s the same attitude he debuted with, all that’s changed is now he’s the top dog. I’m intrigued by the triple threat contendership match as any of the three would be an interesting outcome but admittedly, I’m rooting for Sam the most.

I like that, even in defeat, Chase’s Mysterio is capitalizing on retiring Styles. I would’ve felt disappointed if it wasn’t considering that was my last hurrah. Kingston continues to be a force around here and I’m all for it. Can’t overlook the strong promo work from ultrainstinct either, his Rollins has always been on another level. Can’t overlook Ciampa either because Gunn is also bringing good stuff. All in all, a very good post-Summerslam helping.

[Evolution J]

Awesome show. Thanks and props to everyone who got involved that doesn't include me. Things are getting interesting. I don't need any props because my job was to make everyone look good whether I win or lose. Glad Warhorse got the win because he deserved it and I had fun going up against him. Eddie Kingston is getting interesting every single day. I am looking forward to see him vs CM Punk match whenever that happens. He will be tough to stop because he is always improving and he is the future. Nice win for Conway thanks to Buddy Murphy. But Tom Lawler still look strong in the end. Look for him to get his revenge on Buddy Murphy. As for Chiampa, I am enjoying where his character is going. I am enjoying his heel turn and he keep on improving. Tapout is doing extremely well and improving, It will be a awesome match between him and Eddie Kingson for the UWF TV Championship, Rey Mysterio got a good win since retiring AJ Styles. I am looking forward to see how long that last....

Over all. Amazing job everyone. Sorry for the last rps in my promo for Revolution., It's hard to come up interesting. P.S. I am still calling AJ Stykes to be a guest commentator once in a blue moon.

[George]

Hey folks. I think there was some stuff that totally went under the radar this week, and a lot of building that is potent for me to comment on! Hope all of ya are all rocking and rolling well.

I feel like as the months pass I want to make this world around the Punk UWF reign to be the best one that has been. I feel like a lot of reigns get cred because of weak surroundings causing longer statistics but making the following months a lot more competitive, actually challenging for Fauche to put content into without making him feel like he’s outworking every folk is important. Get on your game people if you want to knock it off! Work up a creative storyline, bust out the dopest promos, that’s how you make it there. Opportunities and such are really only stepping stones if you want to make it dope.

Renee needs to stop asking things she doesn't want to know. I like Danny’s Sami direction with these promos.

Nice to see that Crann wrote a match, don’t know if he’s coming back or whatever but it’s always nice to see him pop in for one. I don’t know what the lore is behind Ziggler being on commentary as it wasn’t introduced but if he’s bringing them back I’m sure it’ll be decent.

I really think UltInst is gonna have to pull something strong out of the bag to stop Ada from taking the belt from him. Has he lost yet? I doubt it.

Very much excited to face these two for the opportunity and the big belt, I think as I drive them a bit more it’ll be a fun session.