Post by Danny on Sept 16, 2021 23:17:03 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Tonight we've got a huge debut. None other than Chael Sonnen steps into the ring for the first time ever to take on a former World Champion in Samoa Joe.
Mauro Ranallo: As a fight fan, I'm extremely excited for that one but another match I'm excited for tonight, Seth Rollins vs Rob Conway for the first time ever!
Tom Phillips EVEN MORE EXCITING, WARHORSE IS GONNA BEAT THAT RAP STEALING NOBODY NAMED JOHN CENA IN WHAT SHOULD BE THE MAIN EVENT OF THE NIGHT!
Corey Graves: Whoever wins, we lose.
Mauro Ranallo: That's not all though as Fuego Del Sol tries his luck again against Buddy Murphy. Can Fuego earn himself a UWF contract?
Tom Phillips: Plus Tomasso Ciampa takes on Chris Jericho. All that and more on tonight's Revolution!
As Revolution continues on suddenly the lights dim a pinkish hue and an unfamiliar theme plays over the PA system...
Pourquoi?
The synth laden sound of 'Pourquoi' plays over the PA system and the crowd all turn their attention to the entrance way. Before long French-Canadian beauty Maryse makes her way out onto the stage. Already guilty by her association with The Con-Tourage the crowd begin to boo her loudly. She puts her hand up as if to tell them all to shut up and get out of her face. Maryse produces a microphone from behind her back.
Maryse: Save your applause and save your turgid abuse because I have come here not to ogled and not to be objectified by a bunch of overweight, ugly, balding men halfway through their 'big boy' hotdogs and two dollar beers. I am here instead to raise an issue to a certain Mister Ethan Carter the Third. See last week, I was not only assaulted by the supposed UWF World Champion CM Punk, but my client was also assaulted at the hands of 'Filthy' Tom Lawlor and he had his championship opportunity stolen away as a result. This is not only a tragedy but also a travesty - not only to Rob Conway and The Con-Tourage but to the UWF Universe the world over. See these people here in this stinking town might think they want CM Punk as their World Champion but we all know that he is not championship material. We also all know that a thug like Tom Lawlor should never be anywhere near the top-end of the card let alone near the UWF Championship. Now my client tonight has a match with Seth Rollins, the Intercontinental Championship but he wants to express his true feelings regarding last weeks events, I have advised him as his business advisor to stay and rest as much as possible before his match with Seth tonight. But the fighting man that he is, he wants to come forth and express his views so ladies and gentlemen put your hands together and give a warm welcome to the man who should be the number one contender to the UWF Championship... 'The Conman' Rob Conway!
Just Look At Me
The piano plays and the fans immediately roll their eyes as a collective. They show their disdain for the man on his way out to the stage with booing and jeering on a different level to that of Maryse. Simon Dean and Sylvan make their way out first and turn their attention to the stage alongside Maryse. Before long Rob Conway himself hobbles out onto the stage in his ring-gear but sporting a lepoard print neck-brace and on crutches. Conway gingerly makes his way out onto the stage as the crowd mock and laugh at him. Maryse hands over the microphone to Conway who pauses before raising it to his mouth.
Rob Conway: For weeks now... no months... 'The Conman' has been the victim of what can only be described as a conspiracy at the hands of one Ethan Carter the Third.
The crowd groan loudly, Sylvan and Dean tell them shut up and show some respect. Conway hushes them.
It's okay fellas, I wouldn't expect people with the same intellect as this microphone I'm holding right now to understand but it's true. From day one it's been clear to everyone the world over that Rob Conway was destined to be at the very top of this company but at each and every turn 'The Conman' has been dealt a bad hand by a bad dealer. Triple threats, unwarranted title challengers, no immediate rematches - and then last week, well that was just the conspiracy cherry on top. And well... at each and every step of the way 'The Conman's defied the odds. Beat challenger after challenger and proved himself as the very best man to lead this company into the future and yet at the top sits a degenerate dork by the name of CM Punk - and I thought Bray Wyatt... who by the way I beat... I thought he was bad with his disgusting gut and even more disgusting costumes and silly games. But last week was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's very chiselled, very tanned back and now?, now we're not taking any more until we get what we want. Now, 'The Conman' knows he's a little busted up from last week from the mugging at the hands of Tom Lawler but he's more than ready to beat up Seth Rollins but there's bigger fish to fry and I just wanted to ask the question as to why Rob Conway is not the number one contender to the UWF Championship?.
The crowd boo, a few select members can be overheard screaming 'because you lost!' - Conway smiles.
See, that's an interesting point, you say I lost?... I say I was cheated and mugged by a thug with a lisence to be a thug... given to him by EC3. See the move he 'beat me' with was not a legal submission - it was a choke hold. A move which is banned inside this squared circle and if Tom Lawlor had any respect for this industry he would know that and so would his lackey Chael Sonnen. But at the end of the day, you know who knows this?, EC3 which is why I am out here asking for the result to be overturned, to be quashed and thrown out and the victory to be awarded to the deserved winner... yours truly, Rob Conway. See if last week if thrown out... I say we go to the week before even, where I pinned Tom Lawlor's shoulders to the mat for a three count - a legitimate professional wrestling victory.
The crowd again boo at Conway and his claims.
Boo all you want but you all know it's true but you know what?, I don't need any of you to back me up because besides me right now I have the three most important people in my life, the only people that matter to 'The Conman'. My personal trainer, the man behind the meals behind the machine - Simon Dean. I have the man behind the look, behind the walk, the poses, the confidence... the one and only image consultant to the stars and a man who I know will lay his life on the line for me, my ride or die... Sylvan. And then we have our latest member, the lovely Maryse, my business advisor. Together?, we're the strongest force in the UWF today and with Maryse making the deals and advising 'The Conman' on his every move, I know that there is only success in our future and I know that whether it be with lawyers or whether it be EC3 coming out and facing me like a man... I know that I will have my title shot and that The Con-Tourage will soon have UWF World Heavyweight
Championship gold in it's trophy cabinet at the Conway Condo. Because let's face it, I sure as hell look better in gold than Tom Lawlor ever could.
IMMA TAKE CARE OF YOU!
The crowd unsure how to react first time hearing this music...
Billie Kay comes out taking strides slowly but pridefully, Kay microphone in hands as Deville follows in a nice black suit. Murphy is still in the back preparing for his time to shine. Deville fixes up her suit as Kay does her iconic pose. Kay lowers the microphone as she begins to speak. . .
Billie Kay: You call yourself a victim? A victim of what? Looking like a fashion victim who has been robbed of all style I mean local hobos from Melbourne have better fashion sense. For all you hill billies that are too stupid to know what Melbourne is, It's a much better city than the piece of crap city we are in now. . .
The crowd boo the burn at their hometown. . .
You only beat Filthy Tom Lawlor two weeks back when you did because of Murphy and you're taking the credit where it is not due, You had about as much effect on the match as a fly has on the presidential elections. You say Punk doesn't deserve the title if he doesn't deserve the title than you my friend are far from championship material, I mean your muscles aren't even that big your gun show is lacking, I mean if I had to nominate someone who had the biggest muscles and most impressive physique, Murphy would blow you out of the water little Conman. . .
The crowd cheer for the shot at the Conman. . .
Conny you may act smarter than these imbeciles but thing is you're more idiotic than even these hill billies, I mean you're taking credit for something Buddy Murphy has done thats the stupidest thing you can do. Murphy takes care of his problems with his own hands. The list of problems just keeps growing. I mean first it was Kingston than it was Lawlor both problems taken care of for now. I mean Lawlor is a thorn in both our sides but be rest assured that Murphy is keeping an eye open at the world title match because we don't have finished business with the champ or his challenger. . .
The crowd start chanting "Lawlor/Punk" this annoys Kay as she raises her hand. . .
You people wouldn't know a real wrestler if he gave you a knee in the face, So why don't I show you a wrestlers wrestler and the man that will kick Conway's ass back to vogue. . .
Murphy comes out on to the ramp with confidence unlike ever before. He poses as the 808's pop off around the arena, Microphone in hand Murphy begins to speak. . .
Buddy Murphy: Rob why I am the man that will be the future of this company and that future starts now, I mean I don't just say that I mean it with every fibre of my body. You can clearly see a stark difference between our styles your more ego centric while I am what I say I am, I am not just a fake tan, a stupid hat and a bad mustache I have substance. I mean I would probably even beat you at your own game of body building, So why not next week we have a little friendly competition. I am sure you know a few guys who know a thing or two about body building, So how about it muscle head. HELL! I will even let you pick the judges to make sure it's a fair competition . . .
Conway throws away the crutches and rips off his fake neck brace. He strikes a double bicep pose and nods, agreeing with the stipulation for next week. Murphy smirks and it's now official. The two men stare each other down as Revolution Rolls on.
We see Warhorse standing in the back, looking right at the camera, no prologue to it, we’re right here and now for this one.
WARHORSE: NOW, IT ISN’T LOST ON ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO GET AHEAD IN THIS WORLD. TAKE EVERY SHORTCUT THEY CAN, AND RAKE ALL THE REWARD IN. I DON’T SEE WHAT CIAMPA THOUGHT HE’D ACHIEVE LAST WEEK COSTING ME A MATCH, TRYING TO INJURE ME. HE DOESN’T GET A WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WITH THAT MOVE, THAT DECISIVE MOVE. NO.
WITH THAT MOVE, HE JUST PISSES OFF THE WARHORSE.
THAT MIGHT NOT SEEM LIKE A THING EVEN WORTH NOTING TO THE COMMON POPULATION OF THE WORLD BUT THOSE WHO HAVE EVEN SEEN THE WARHORSE WALK TO THAT RING KNOW THAT’S NOT A WISE CHOICE NOR A GOOD MOVE TO MAKE. WEEK IN AND WEEK OUT I FACE MEN WHO I HAVEN’T GOT A SINGLE PROBLEM WITH, NOT A SINGLE FRET ON, AND I TEAR THROUGH THEM, TONIGHT FOR EXAMPLE, I DON’T HATE, LET ALONE REALLY KNOW, JOHN CENA.
The Warhorse paces back.
SO CIAMPA, WHERE DO YOU THINK THAT’LL GET YOU, HUH? SOME NICE, SWEET, BRAGGING RIGHT POINTS WITH THE BOYS IN THE BACK? I DON’T KNOW IF YOU THOUGHT IT’D GET YOU ANYTHING BUT WHAT YOU’LL BE GETTING, AN ASS WHOOPING SERVED HOT, BUT THAT’LL BE ALL YOU’RE SERVED.
I’VE BEEN HERE A OVER A YEAR, THROUGH THAT TIME I’VE GOT TIED UP IN PERSONAL FEUDS, I DON’T CARE FOR THAT, AND IF THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE GONNA TRY WITH ME, BOY, TRY SOMEONE ELSE. I HAVE NO INTENTION OTHER THAN TO STEAMROLL YOU AND WALK PAST YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID.
YOU KNOW WHERE I AM, I’M HARD TO MISS-
He looks off camera, seemingly something catching his eye. He looks across the hall and sees Tommaso Ciampa standing there, as the camera slowly pans down on him glaring at him down the hall.
WARHORSE: WHAT THE HELL YOU LOOKIN AT?
The camera looks and pans back to the Warhorse but seeing as it’s zoomed in so far it’s a very close in view on his face.
We swing back around and then sees Ciampa scoff and turn away from this face-off. The Warhorse continues to look at him as he does. Flipping him off behind his back.
WARHORSE: ASSHOLE.
We head elsewhere.
Mauro Ranallo: Welcome back everyone and for our next contest we're joined by a very special guest, one Sami Zayn!
Sami Zayn: Hello Mauro it's good to be back out here after being sent home last week.
Corey Graves: Yeah what happened there?
Sami Zayn: Well El Generico and La Luchadora finally both came to the arena last week but were turned away because they're vaccination cards were from another country. It's like hello they wrestle in masks!
Corey Graves: What kind of idiots is EC3 hiring these days?
Sami Zayn: Judging by the next match I think he's lost his damn mind.
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
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
WARHORSE comes right at Cena and starts hammering away at him, backing him into the corner. It's like he's seeing red or more like Ciampa as he continues to punch his lights out. Cena however has the power advantage and with one shove he sends WARHORSE falling backwards. The former Intercontinental Champion rolls back up to his feet and comes running at John again but Cena drops to a knee and swings behind him taking his back in a waistlock. WARHORSE throws some back elbows to get free before running forward into the ropes. He builds some momentum and comes back to knock Cena's block off with a Lariat! Cena gets dropped hard and WARHORSE mounts him and continues to throw some punches.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Warhorse didn't take that loss last week well.
Tom Phillips: HELL NO HE DIDN'T AND NEITHER DID I! BITCH ASS CIAMPA HAD TO RUIN EVERYONE'S NIGHT!
Sami Zayn: Why are you yelling?
Corey Graves: It's a thing he does and sadly you get used to it.
Cena covers up as best he can and rolls away to safety. WARHORSE comes over to where he is on the apron and goes to pull him back up. He trying to suplex him back into the ring but that ain't happenin. Cena instead is able to bring WARHORSE out but luckily he shifts his weight and lands on the apron. The two duke it out on the apron but Cena is able to get the better of him with a straight Clothesline back inside the ring! WARHORSE is gathering himself as Cena climbs up to the top rope. WARHORSE clearly didn't expect this as Cena takes him out with a Diving Leg Drop to the back of the head! WARHORSE's skull is driven into the mat and Cena makes the cover!
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WARHORSE kicks out! Cena gets back to his feet and bends down to pick up WARHORSE but the mad lad kicks him in the side of the head. Cena stumbles back into the corner and WARHORSE picks himself up. He then runs over at John to hit a Clothesline in the corner but he runs back to the opposite side of the ring to build steam for a second Clothesline! He runs away only to come back for a third Clothesline! Cena looks dazed and WARHORSE pulls him out of the corner, getting behind his back and giving him a German Suplex into the corner! Cena hits awkwardly for a nasty looking bump but WARHORSE doesn't go for a pin. Instead he picks John up and this time gives him a Half and Half Suplex! Again he rises to his feet and just slowly walks over to Cena.
Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE isn't even attempting to try and win this match.
Tom Phillips: HE'S SENDING A MESSAGE TO CIAMPA'S PUNK ASS!
Sami Zayn: See this is what's wrong with the UWF today. You got idiots like this guy letting his emotions get the better of him. You got a doofus like Cena just ruining his career by the second and yet my guys can't be allowed in the arena? EC3 is basically burning money at this point!
WARHORSE brings Cena up and places him in a powerbomb position. He lifts him up but Cena stars punching him on the top of his head. Cena's weight causes WARHORSE to drop him forward and Cena nails him with a Facebuster on the way down! WARHORSE tries to get back up right away but he's a bit dazed. Easy pickings for Cena who knocks him down with a Shoulder Tackle followed by another. WARHORSE takes a wild swing that Cena ducks and reverses with a Protobomb! Cena lifts his hand into the air before coming over to WARHORSE's face to give him the ol' You Can't See Me! He hits the ropes and comes back with the five Knuckle Shuffle!
Mauro Ranallo: Five Knuckle Shuffle! Cena could put WARHORSE away right here.
Corey Graves: I don't think anything could be funnier.
Sami Zayn: What an embarrassment pro wrestling has become.
Cena waits as WARHORSE gets back to his feet. Cena lifts him onto his shoulder for the Attitude Adjustment but WARHORSE starts elbowing him in the side of the face. WARHORSE slides off his back and throws Cena shoulder first into the steel ring post! Cena slowly pushes away while WARHORSE heads to the top rope. Cena is leaned over grabbing at his shoulder and so WARHORSE jumps off the top rope to give him the ASS RULER! Cena goes down and now WARHORSE finally makes the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!
WARHORSE gets his hand raised but he doesn't really celebrate all that much. Instead he heads right to the back. Cena manages to pick himself up and looks out to the crowd who give him a round of applause for a hard fought match.
Sami Zayn: This is just ridiculous. Can you believe that someone like John Cena is still getting TV time after losing so much? I didn't get a round of applause when I basically got my career ended at Wrestlemania. You know what, I can't take this, I just can't.
Sami leaves the broadcast table and slides into the ring. Cena is about to leave when Sami tackles him from behind and starts laying into him with punches.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh Come on Sami! What did he ever do to you!?
Corey Graves: It's not Cena it's what he stands for. Mediocrity. Yet he still gets applause and tv time while El Generico and La Luchadora are forced to stay away.
Tom Phillips: This is just jealousy, pure and simple.
Sami picks up Cena and brings him over to the corner where he throws his arms behind the ropes to keep him up. Sami frames him up like a director before running across the ring and delivering the Helluva Kick! Cena goes down and the crowd boos Zayn mercilessly. Sami smiles and gives everyone a thumbs up before leaving the ring and heading to the back. Officials come running out to help Cena as the show moves on.
The titantron cuts to Tommaso Ciampa sitting backstage in a dimly lit area, based on the crates behind him it seems to be an equipment area, Ciampa is sitting basket style on the equipment box as he looks to the camera, his face as usual is contorted into of anger.
Ciampa: You know after last week Ethan you would of thought you would have learned to not ignore my demands, I almost retire Warhorse and instead of you meeting my demands you give me a match against some veteran way past his time, who even in his prime couldn’t of dreamed to of been on my level and especially not now, so what part of not overlooking me did I not make clear last week Ethan, did I actually need to kill Warhorse for you to get the point or are you just stupid, I guess with all the fumes from the fake tan and chemicals to keep your hair black you may have lost a few brain cells.
In his anger Ciampa throws something off to the side and we can hear something break in the distance.
Ciampa: I’m only going to say this one more time Ethan so listen and listen well because if you don’t then things are only going to get worse: I better stop being overlooked soon, i’m the best you got on this roster now and ever, you better start to recognise that and give me what a star of my calibre deserves or what I did to Warhorse last week is going to look like child’s play compared to what I do to Jericho tonight, I want Tom Lawlor, the man who nearly ruined my career and life, if you won’t give me Lawlor then, I want something of an equal caliber and if I don’t, well like I said things are going to get worse.
Ciampa then gets up to walk away and does go off camera but then returns.
Ciampa: Ethan if things don’t start changing round here for me then fuck the others, I can make things a whole lot worse round here for you personally, times ticking Ethan, you don’t want to see what happens when it runs out trust me.
With that Ciampa waves at the camera and the camera fades to black
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
As Mutter by Vanna blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, wearing a new camouflage jacket with the hood up he stands at the top of the stage and looks out as Chimel announces him.
Chimel: 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.
Jericho walks out on to the ramp as the crowd sings "Judas" at the top of their lungs.
Chimel: And his opponent... from Winnipeg, Makeaprofileitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Despite not having a profile, Y2J still manages to walk down to ring doing all those things he's become famous for over the years. Like you need to have it written out for you. You're imagining them right now! Anyway, he gets into the ring just as the chorus hits. His music cuts off halfway through and the UWF Universe gladly finishes it off. Jericho smirks and gets prepared to mix it up with the Psycho Killer. Tony Chimel heads out and the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Ciampa rushes in while the bell is still ringing out. The Psycho Killer comes out swinging, teeth clenched into a menacing snarl, those famously robust veins just a'throbbin. Jericho is taken aback by the sudden offensive burst and finds himself bullied into the corner in the opening seconds. Y2J tries to counter with some strikes of his own but its difficult to match his opponent's frenzied pace. A five count from the Official makes the save, though the Bostonian makes the most of it.
Phillips: Ciampa sure is fired up tonight. He's out of control in there.
Ranallo: Since Tommaso returned to the UWF, he's been prodded and provoked by the likes of Billie Kay, Sonya Devilla, Chael Sonnen and Tom Lawlor... the list goes on. In recent weeks it seems as though something has finally snapped. Ciampa is unhinged - we saw that last week with his attack on Warhorse, and the Psycho Killer has made it clear that until EC3 gives him what he wants, he's only going to become more disruptive and dangerous.
Graves: Well I for one like seeing this side of him. Look, we all remember D.I.Y. vying for the UWF Tag Team Championships back in the day - they were fine but they didn't have that extra gear to compete against the nWo. I was worried it was going to be more of the same from Ciampa but now? I look at that maniac and I see a future champion. There isn't anyone else like him in the company today.
Tommaso backs off a bit per the Ref's instructions, but as soon as Jericho has some breathing room, Ciampa is all over him again. Jericho uses the rush against him this time, however. Grabbing hold of the bearded brawler, Jericho plants his weight and pivots to take advantage of Ciampa's forward momentum. He sends Tommaso around, slamming him back first into the post before feeding a couple of stiff shots into his stomach.
The Referee moves in to break things up but Jericho doesn't give him the chance to intervene. He grabs the back of his foe's head and takes a few quick steps forward before dropping. The one-handed bulldog implants Ciampa's mug into the canvas. Chris rolls him over and tries for an early cover...
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Ciampa powers out at one, but Y2J was expecting that. Wasting no time in transitioning to a different position, the Canuck rolls over and hooks both ankles in an attempt at the Walls of Jericho. Tommaso senses dangers and desperately wiggles out of harms way, escaping and rolling out to the floor to avoid ending up in a potentially match-ending predicament.
Jericho watches him leave and for a brief moment looks as though he might give chase, only to turn to the hard cam, flex those guns and shouting "DRINK IT IN MAN!" The crowd pops big while Ciampa scowls and pounds a fist on the apron in frustration.
Graves: Jericho needs to stop showboating or it'll cost him.
Ranallo: We've certainly seen a more relaxed, or maybe a devil-may-care attitude from Jericho since his return to action. He's clearly enjoying being back, but don't let that fool you. Jericho is a crafty veteran and I don't think there's any wasted movement here.
Phillips: You can tell by the look on Ciampa's face that even that little taunt is getting to him. I'm sure Chris Jericho knows that if he can throw him off his game, it'll be easier to get the win.
Turning back around to look down on his opponent, Jericho beckons him back into the ring. "Come on Chump-stain!" Chris' insult is co-opted into a demeaning chant by the capacity crowd, which only irks the Bostonian that much more.
Tommaso slides under the bottom cable. Chris comes over to meet him but Ciampa ploughs him down with a snappy double-leg takedown. Jericho finds himself planted on the canvas while the Psycho Killer passes his guard to get into a full mount. From there, it's all fireworks, with the younger talent bringing the heat with some vicious ground-and-pound. The elbow comes in sharp and at deadly angles, battering up that rock star visage in no time. Ciampa mixes things up, getting impatient and switching to some more effective closed fists. That, of course, catches the Ref's attention, and he moves to intercede.
Ciampa sees him coming from the corner of his eye, and rather than be interrupted while he's in control, he rolls off of his opponent. Jericho is all banged up and seeing stars, leaving him prone to be scooped up by the hair and then immediately dropped with a DDT! Face is married to mat and with that, the Pscyho Killer tries for his first pin attempt of the bout...
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Jericho kicks out at two and he defiantly shoves Ciampa away in doing so. Tommaso scrambles back to his feet, leaving Chris in his wake. The Demo-God is a bit slower to get himself vertical, and when he finally does, it's just in time to see his opponent charging at him! Ciampa decks Jericho with a head-hunting lariat! Toppled and turned inside out, Jericho crashes right back down to the ground.
Ranallo: Ooof! Jericho looks like he just got run down by a freight train!
Phillips: Ciampa's explosiveness coupled with that mean streak more than make up for the size disadvantage.
Rolling the Lionheart over, Ciampa forcefully presses the shoulders down while hooking a leg for another try at a pin. The Official slides in to make the count...
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Another kick-out at two! Ciampa punches the ground, enraged. The Official backs away nervously. There's no telling if Ciampa might just throw the match away and attack.
For now, the Psycho Killer stays focused on the task at hand, though. He peels a dazed Jericho off of the sweat-soaked canvas, hauling him up with a handful of hair. Chris feebly tries to fight him off. Ciampa stifles those attempts with a big knee right into the midsection. As Y2J gasps for air, Tommaso turns him around and hooks his hands around the waste. With Jericho winded and the other man holding him like that, someone flipping through the channels might mistake it for the Heimlich Maneuver.
In actuality, it's all to set up a German Suplex. Ciampa leans back while dropping his shoulders down, feet staying planted. It's tough to get the bigger man elevated at first, but gravity and the fulcrum of his position eventually take over and next thing you know, Jericho's shoulders slam right into the mat. Ciampa holds on tight and spins around, pulling Jericho back to his feet while trying for a second German.
Phillips: He's going for another one!
Graves: That first German connected hard. I don't think Jericho can take too many more landings like that.
Chris isn't keen to find out, either. Before Ciampa can lift him up, he drops down, somehow managing to slide through the grip. Jericho then picks an ankle, tripping up Ciampa before transitioning into a Jackknife pin! The crowd is amazed by the sudden turn around and jump to their feet as the Ref makes the count...
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Ranallo: Jericho's going to steal it!
2...
Phillips: It's over!
No! Ciampa pops his shoulder up in time! Jericho holds on to those legs as he steps up, however, and before Ciampa knows what's happening, he finds himself rolled over into the Walls of Jericho! The people stay standing as the anxiously clutch their beverages and homemade signs, wrapped up in the tense question of whether or not Tommaso will tap.
Jericho is yelling at him to give up while the Official is right there, ready to call it the second he does. Ciampa defiantly starts the long crawl to the ropes, but with each passing second, those veins in his head pulse a little bit harder and the colour in his mug gets a little more concerning. His back is torqued up at an awkward angle as Jericho continues to apply pressure in the wrong direction. It's a simple hold, but when something works, it doesn't need to be fancy. The former Rumble winner, world champ, and more recently, two-time holder of the IC title leans into his favoured submission with extreme prejudice, the lassaiz-faire demeanour slipping away as the born competitor remerges.
Ciampa raises a quivering hand, fingers trembling as his vision blurs in and out of focus. This is it. He extends it and brings it down...
...
To grab the rope! He just barely reaches it, but Ciampa manages to grab a hold to save himself from defeat. The Referee informs Jericho that his opponent is safe. Exhausted by the energy spent trying to put things away, Chris releases the hold and stumbles away.
Phillips: Jericho nearly had him there!
Graves: Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades, Phillips!
The continued roar of the crowd gets Chris' attention again. Heading back to Ciampa, he grabs a foot and yanks him towards the middle of the ring. He's too spent to invest in another Walls so soon, and instead decides to hit the ropes and try for the move that made him famous. Jericho leaps up, lands on the second rope and springs backwards, heels-over-head with the Lionsault!
Ciampa gets his knees up! Jericho crashes clumsily off the shin bones and rolls away, writhing in pain. Ciampa crawls to the ropes and uses them to help himself up. He then dashes forward and blasts Jericho across the face with a running knee to keep him hurt before hooking his arms over the back and nailing a Fairy Tale Ending!
Ranallo: Mama Mia! Ciampa just exploded back into action!
Graves: That was the Fairy Tale Ending! It's done! Jericho isn't getting up from that!
It might seem at first like Ciampa doesn't have faith in the maneuver, but the more likely reason is that he's just full of piss and vinegar these days. Tommaso keeps the arms hooked and lifts Jericho up to hit a second consecutive Fairy Tale Ending before rolling him over to make the cover. The Referee drops down to make the count...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER,
TOMMASO CIAMPA!
When Ciampa stands up, the Referee attempts to raise his hand in victory but he pulls it away. The Psycho Killer marches around the ring, screaming at no one in particular, his aggression and adrenaline taking over. Jericho rolls out of the ring as Tommaso stomps from side to side of the squared circle.
Ranallo: Wow. A big victory for revitalized and violent Tommaso Ciampa.
Phillips: I can't say I like the attitude change, but a win over a world class talent and surefire Hall of Famer like Chris Jericho can't be ignored.
Graves: That's what this is all about. Ciampa is tired of being overlooked by the brass and underestimated by his peers. When he's competing like this, there's nobody in the UWF who can affored to make the mistake of getting in the Psycho Killer's way.
The fans are booing, his music is playing through the PA, but it all must sound like white noise in the frenzied mind of Tommaso Ciampa as he marches up the ramp like a madman. From ringside, Jericho looks up, disappointed, like he's not quite sure what hit him. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Murphy is wrapping his wrist in tape as Kay sits next to him, Sonya Deville walks into frame. . .
Murphy: Sonya I have to put Fuego out tonight. So please make it quick and try not to get in my way tonight.
Sonya scoffs at the idea of Fuego even having a chance of beating Murphy. . .
Deville: I mean it's Fuego Del Sol what could he do to the Aussie WMD. . .
Murphy dumb founded by the lack of respect on Alabama's finest luchadore. . .
I get what you're getting at but to be ready in this business is a must, I don't have a lot of friends back here and they can come at me any time. I deal with my problems with my own hands but some people will try to take me out before I get to them, That's where you're supposed to come in but Sonya since you can't do your job at protecting the assets I have to do it myself. I mean it's not Fuego that's the threat it's the peoples whose toes I have stepped on that are the threat any of them could be looking out for their chance to get one over me. . .
Kay steps between the two as the tension breaks. . .
Kay: Sonya what Murph is trying to say is "Do Better". I mean we had one of the most impactful debuts in Wrestlemania history...
We are the most solid and invincible unit only if everyone plays their part, You cost Murph his match against Kingston but Murph still did what he set out to do and that was give Kingston the beating of a lifetime. . .
I will do better and tonight after you take out Fuego what's next. . .
Billie Kay looks to the camera and winks. . .
That's a secret. . .
Revolution moves elsewhere...
It cuts over to the ring as the fans eagerly await what's in store.
Lynyrd Skynyrd's southern anthem hits the PA as the fans begin to show their support for the eternal underdog, Fuego Del Sol. He marches down the ramp with a pep in his step and a fire (I can do this all day) in his eyes.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first, weighing in at 170 pounds, hailing from Birmingham Alabama, Fuego Del Sol!
Phillips: Well, his first performance here left a lot to be desired, but, you know, I think I really like this guy! He's got something to him, you know!
Renallo: He is Alabama's #1 Luchador, Tom.
Graves: Yeah, I'm sure the competition's real stiff in Alabama, what, with people like Kid YOLO in it.
Phillips: Hey, no name dropping outside the fed.
Fuego jumps over the top rope and yells out to the fans, earning a sizeable cheer as he waits for his opponent to arrive.
Murphy calm as can be walks onto the ramp as the sounds of Blue Stahil plays right throughout the arena it drowns out the crowds reaction, Murphy walks out head held high as he measures up the crowd, Murphy looks towards the ring as he slowly makes his way to the ring...
Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, Buddy Murphy, The AUSSIE W.M.D...
Renallo: Last week we saw this guy go up against the head of this whole company, CM Punk, and he didn't do too badly for himself, did he Tom?
It cuts to replays of last week's match, showing first Buddy Murphy kneeing the champ straight out of the ring, then him hitting a tope con hilo, then a top rope meteora, then the GTS that would put him away.
Phillips: Absolutely not. As you're seeing now, he could definitely hang.
Graves: But ultimately it's the results that matter, and the results show the Go To Sleep getting the final say. We'll see if he can get the results he's looking for tonight.
Murphy gets to the ring where he steps back a moment before sliding under the ropes and posing for the crowd, He lifts up his head as he looks to the crowd...
Murphy goes through the middle rope as he moves to his corner where he sits on the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin, Murphy looks on as Kay and Sonya look on already at ringside...
DING DING DING!
Before the fans have any time to process what’s going on Buddy Murphy charges in with a running bicycle knee! Fuego barely avoids it, using his arms to direct the blow off to the side before hopping back to the center of the ring. The fans pop for this fast start as Murphy stands facing the corner before turning back to shoot a cocky grin at him, pinching his fingers together as if to say “this close.”
Renallo: Just a little to the left and Alabama’s #1 Luchador would have been down and out in a second.
Graves: Exactly, and he can’t let that fact get to him. Beat someone psychologically, and you’re already halfway to winning the match.
Fuego just keeps his arms outstretched, beckoning him to lock up which his opponent obliges, getting into a collar and elbow. After a little bit of posturing up and moving around, Murphy gets a wrist lock. Sol winces in pain but tries to find a way out. He does a forward roll, but no! Murphy rolls with him, keeping the pressure going. Fuego looks for a means of exit, before bringing the both of them to the ropes. He gets a hold of the top one, bounces up and down for a second in preparation, before flipping forward fully and landing on his feet. He spins around, before securing a wrist lock of his own!
Phillips: Excellent counter!
Fuego takes them further over to the corner before stepping up the turnbuckles while still holding onto the arm of the Best Kept Secret. Murphy throws an arm out, hoping to sweep the legs out from under him as he stands on the top rope, but he hops over it, springboards off and flips him down to the canvas with an arm drag!
He springs back up and runs over to where Murphy was launched looking for possibly some sort of dropkick, but to his dismay the man has already rolled out under the bottom rope. That doesn’t stop him, though. He jumps the top rope and climbs to the second rope, looking for a signature outside moonsault. Murphy recognizes his perfect positioning and rotates over to the other side of the ring post. Even that isn’t enough, as Sol instead opts for the top rope, coming straight off with a Frontflip Standing Senton!
Renallo: Fuego is literally on fire!
Graves: ...that was horrible…
After replays show the daredevil maneuver over again from all sorts of angles the live feed comes back with Murphy in the ring. Sol is up on the apron, calling for him to turn around. He’s looking to apply his best skills again. He springboards, only to have his head taken off by a lariat from the Aussie!
Graves: That’ll do it!
He’s back on the offense like nothing around, bieling the luchador into a corner and unloading on him with strikes. Jabs, uppercuts, you name it. Then a TNA kick. A stomp to the toes. He steps back to get a running start, going for what appears to be a corner lariat until he turns it around, nailing Fuego with a spinning back elbow! He pulls him out of the corner, pulling him up into a back suplex position before powering him across the ring with a back suplex toss like a minimum wage bar worker throwing trash into a dumpster out back. Not a moment to spare, Murphy approaches the Alabaman who’s in pain, clutching his back on the canvas. He deadlifts him into a Canadian rack, before twisting him down with a Yokusuka Facebuster, drilling his head into the canvas! Cover!
1!
2!
No!
Renallo: This right here is what we expect out of Murphy. The strikes. The power game. The complete and total package, really the future of this business.
Graves: Of course we’re all expecting this. He was just hanging with the world champion next week and now he’s out here fighting a job guy?
Phillips: Don’t doubt Fuego, man. He finally hits that tornado DDT of his and the ring might collapse.
Murphy is sitting there in disbelief, looking back to his opponent. Maybe this is gonna be harder than it seems. He gets up. Fuego gets up, albeit slower. Rage fills the eyes of the Australian as he grabs hold of an arm, pulls with all his might, and shoots him off straight into the turnbuckles! The sheer force of it sends Buddy to the mat face first while Fuego catches the worst end of it, flipping up over the turnbuckles where the momentum then sends him tumbling out, catching his back on the apron on the way down.
Murphy looks pleased as he watches the rapid descent. He gets up and asks the ref if he really wants to keep this thing going, who in turn looks rather unsure. Murphy shakes his head. If this is really gonna keep going, then he’s gonna keep it going. As Fuego gets to a vertical base, bent over and grasping onto the apron for support, The Best Kept Secret hits the ropes and baseball slides under the ropes and over Sol, grabbing a waistlock on the way over. The momentum does the rest of the work, and Murphy flips him up and over with a German Suplex on the ringmats!
Renallo: Holy Jesus!
Graves: Yeah, Phillips? I’m starting to doubt him right now.
It cuts to and from replays. The beautiful angle of Fuego's neck and back crumpling onto the slightly less forgiving floor is all captured in slow motion. Don’t marvel too long, as Murphy is bieling Fuego back into the ring over the bottom rope as we come back, an impressive show of strength. He climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes at a snails pace, watching Sol languish in pain as he gingerly pulls himself up with the turnbuckles. He approaches him, but doesn’t expect him to springboard up to the middle rope, twisting off and rolling him up with a sunset flip!
1!
No!
Murphy flies back up to his feet but is sent right back down by a capoeira kick! Fuego jumps into the cover!
1!
2!
No!
Murphy is getting up once again with the ropes. He’s rocked. Fuego sends him off the ropes with an irish whip. He comes back and the masked man tilt-a-whirls up before capturing him with a small package!
1!
2!
3- NO!
Phillips: So close!
Murphy’s up in the corner, dazed. Fuego gets the crowd riled up by hitting the turnbuckles on the opposite side of the ring with a palm before facing his opponent. He sprints! He shoots! He misses! Murphy gets a boot up. He goes for it again! He shoots! He misses! Forearm shiver for his troubles! Now Buddy Murphy is on the offense. He hooks the arm over his head, pulling him over to the middle.
Graves: He hits the brainbuster, this is all over. Mark my words.
The guy goes for exactly that, but something goes wrong. Sol goes through with the momentum, flipping over back-to-back with him while holding both of Murphy’s arms in a straight jacket. He powers him up in a sort of modified Gory Special, before bringing him down into a Straight Jacket Hangman’s Neckbreaker! Cover!
1!
2!
NO!
Renallo: What a unique move that was, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that.
Phillips: You know what he calls that, Corey?
Graves: What? No. I’ve literally never heard of this guy ever.
Fuego is in partial disbelief at the kick out, but now he knows what he has to do. He calls him up, but the Aussie W.M.D.’s still in the dead center, no way of hitting his infamous move. He runs and leaps up for a Running Frankensteiner, but Murphy catches him.a couple inches above the ground! He lifts him up! Powerbomb! But he holds on! Lifts him up! Powerbomb again! Looking for a third. He lifts the luchador up again, but this time Fuego drops down in front of him and retaliates with a superkick! He drops to the ground in exhaustion while Murphy stumbles and then falls back into the corner.
Renallo: A masterful exchange between these two.
Phillips: But who’s gonna be the first to capitalize?
It seems to be Fuego. Recognizing Buddy Murphy’s position, he knows he has to do what he was born to do and that’s hit a Tornado DDT. He headlocks him and climbs to the second rope. This all feels so real. He’s going to finally do it. Fuego spins around... but Murphy launches him off to the center.
Shaking himself awake, Murphy’s body acts before even his brain can and he finally nails the running Bicycle Knee! That’s not all! He lifts him up and hits the brainbuster! But he twists his hips and puts Fuego on his stomach instead of covering. Sol’s brought up by two arms, before catching a double wrist lock knee strike!
Finally, the coup de grace. Murphy pulls the arm through the legs, hooks the other, and pumphandles him up into a samoan drop! Murphy’s Law!
1!
2!
3!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BUDDY MURPHY!
Graves: See, I was right! He hit the brainbuster and it was all over.
Phillips: Semantics, but whatever.
Renallo: Murphy picking up the all-important W in this opener, but you have to feel for the kid laying on the mat there. He had it going but was cut short.
Phillips: Yeah, and we'll be seeing where this match takes both these men in the coming weeks.
He’s up to his knees with a hand on the back of his neck, nodding his head and looking around. He’s trying to play it cool like nothing happened, but we all know something did, and for a few brief seconds, it was great. The ref raises his arm in victory as Revolution heads elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Samoa Joe and...
Renee turns to face Joe as he walks into the shot, but peering over and past his shoulder, she notices he's alone.
Young: Where's Punk? You were both booked for this interview.
The Samoan raises a defensive hand and offers up the slightest head bow as he apologizes.
Joe: He's sorry he couldn't make it, and he asked me to pass it along that he's glad to see you doing okay after what went down with Bray Wyatt last month. He hopes you feel safer coming to work now that that's all taken care of.
Renee goes pale, the color draining from her face as she relives the nightmarish attack from Bray heading into Summerslam. Consummate pro that she is, though, Young quickly regains composure and pivots to the evening's events.
Young: It's all good. You're the man of the hour anyway.
Joe: And I'm always happy to speak on my own behalf.
Young: Terrific. Joe, you've been wrestling for your entire adult life but this is your first time wrestling since taking an extended leave of absence from the company. Any jitters going into the main event or is it just like riding a bike?
He scratches his chin, thinking on the question for a few seconds before offering a response.
Joe: If it were any other man standing across the ring from me tonight - well, hold on, let me rephrase that - if there was a legitimate professional wrestler standing across the ring from me tonight, things might be a little different. I'm not much for hypotheticals, but I respect most of the boys enough to say that they'd have an advantage there. But it's not like I haven't been keeping busy or staying ready. And while this may be my first official match in over a year, it's Chael Sonnen's first time ever.
That man's in over his head. He has a bad habit of talking himself into no-win scenarios, and more often then not, he winds up getting his ass beat. This won't be an exception. Jordan playing baseball, Tebow following suite, hell, Punk going to the UFC. Let's be honest. There aren't many successful crossover athletes, even among the greats. Chael Sonnen thinks he can step in here a middle-aged man with a miserable fight record and take down the man who dominated the entire Resistance brand from day one until it shut down? Nah. Still, he's one hell of a salesman and I hope he works that magic tonight, because I want all eyes on the main event. People need to know that Samoa Joe still means business.
Young: So win or lose, will we see you continue to perform as an active member of the roster after this?
Samoa Joe shrugs.
Joe: That's not up to me. Tonight, Ethan Carter wants to see a man's mouth shut and I'm happy to put in the work. Really though, the root of this thing is Punk and Lawlor. They're gonna fight, they both have corner men, this'll hype that up. I get it. If this ends up a one time thing, so be it. Once the boss sees what I still got what I always had, might be my phone starts ringing more often. I'll tell you this, though, Renee... I'm not coming back to jerk a curtain and I'm not gunning for my boy. When I was here doing my thing, I was doing it in the main event for world championships. That's Punk place now. My friend earned it and first and foremost, I'm here to help him keep it. I don't need to be jealous of that kinda success I've already had.
Young nods and asks one last question.
Young: During last week's main event, despite Ethan Carter barring some parties from ringside, we saw a lot of interference. Are you at all worried about anyone getting involved tonight? Like Tom Lawlor, or, well, anyone trying to steal some spotlight?
Joe: Hmmm, they're welcome to try, but I wouldn't recommend it. I've got plenty of spare time these days - ain't nobody here who wants to make a grudge my new hobby. And Lawlor wants to stick his nose in my business, I don't mind busting it open. Piece of advice, Tom, you stay in your corner tonight and you just be ready to throw in towel the second I slap a choke hold on your boy. That man has a family and from the way he's latched himself on to you like a desperate parasite, I'm thinking they might not be able to afford a hospital bill. I'm not much for pity or mercy - Team Filthy's gonna have to bring their own. Thanks for your time.
Young: Oh... uh... thank you, Joe. Good luck out there.
The Samoan's already walking away to prepare for the bout but he calls back over his shoulder.
Joe: "Luck is for losers."
He heads for his locker room while Renee Young signs off. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Just look at me...
The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Tony Chimmel: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by The Contourage - Simon Dean and Sylvan, from New Albany, Indiana, weighing in at 234 pounds - he is 'The Conman' - Rob Conway!
Conway hops up onto the apron and turns around the face the crowd, he points to each of his abs and seems awful impressed with himself as Dean holds up a Simon System shake next to him in an act of product placement. Conway steps between the ropes and into the ring before he heads towards the hard camera, puts on foot on the middle rope and raises a single finger high in the air as The Contourage take their place at ringisde.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth gets to the center of the ring, closes his eyes and begins to take a deep breathe as he ones again raises his arms up on his side, letting the arena bask in his presence.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
VS 
DING DING DING
Rollins looks down to the entire Con-tourage and shakes his head. Heyman also has his mouth buried in his fist at the fact that Conway needs 3 people backing him up. Conway just pops his knuckles and comes up to Rollins. The two lock up but Conway gets the early advantage to take him in a side headlock. He flex's with his free hand just because he can. The Intercontinental Champion doesn't take kindly to his and punches Rob in the gut before following up with a headbutt! Conway staggers backwards while Sylvan warns Rollins about not harming his client's face. Rollins runs at Rob but the former Television Champion drops down and sends him up and over. Seth lands on the apron and grabs Conway from behind, slingshoting him of the ropes! Seth prepares to springboard in but he sees Simon Dean coming over to grab his legs. He ends up kicking him right in the face and tells the Contourage to watch it before springboarding into the ring only to get taken out by a Dropkick in mid air! Conway makes the cover!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Rollins kicks out! Rob picks him up and brings him over to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. Conway stands on the middle rope over him and poses so the crowd can get a look at his physique. He then starts hammering away at him, Sylvan and Maryse trying to get the crowd to count along in French but no one is biting. Conway stops at 9 and soaks in what should be cheers but Rollins reaches up and grabs him. He keeps him up in the air and runs across the ring to deliver and Buckle Bomb in the corner! Conway hits hard and falls to his knees, putting him in perfect position for the Avada Kedavra! Rollins makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Conway kicks out!
Tom Phillips: The Contourage have been a big factor in this match thus far but Seth Rollins knew going into this match that he'd have to deal with them.
Mauro Ranallo: It's that forward thinking that helped him become the Intercontinental Champion but Rob Conway isn't the type to just step out of the spotlight.
Corey Graves: With a body like a Greek God, why should he? His picture should be put in a museum.
Mauro Ranallo: Well right now it's being put to the mat and Seth Rollins plans on doing that a lot more tonight.
Rollins picks Conway up and brings him over to the corner where he sits him on the top rope. He places his feet outside the ropes and climbs up as well, getting him set up for a Superplex. He's trying to lift him up but Conway is fighting back, giving him a few shots to the ribs followed by a shove back down to the mat! Conway gets himself situated but Heyman jumps onto the apron. He figures two can play the interference game and it works as Rollins comes running back over, jumping to the top rope and taking Conway down with the Superplex! Rollins rolls through back to his feet, keeping a hold of Conway to finish him off with a Falcon Arrow! He hooks the leg for the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Conway kicks out! Seth backs away and patiently waits as the former Television Champion tries to get up on his hands and knees. He's gearing up for the Curb Stomp but Sylvan and Simon are yelling at Conway, warning him what's to come. Conway takes heed and ends up rolling out onto the floor where the Contourage tend to him. Rollins rolls his eyes and shakes his head but simply leans back into the ropes before taking off and jumping out of the ring with a Somersault Senton onto the Contourage taking everyone except Maryse who managed to run away out!
Mauro Ranallo: Seth Rollins flying high and taking everyone out!
Corey Graves: Everyone except Maryse luckily which if you ask me may be the biggest factor.
Tom Phillips: Seth just won the Intercontinental Championship and burned down the Firefly Funhouse. It may take more than Maryse to stop the momentum he's built in recent weeks.
Rollins picks up Conway and throws him right back into the ring. He stands on the apron and waits for him to get to his feet. Maryse tries to creep her way over but Paul Heyman gets in her way. The two are jacking jaws but in the ring Conway gets to his feet and slowly turns to face Rollins just in time to see Seth come into the ring with a Springboard Knee to the side of the head! Conway falls down to all fours as Rollins gets a sick smile on his face. He backs away when suddenly he hears a roar of the crowd as Eddie Kingston walks onto the stage. He stood there looking down at the ring, watching what was unfolding right before his very eyes as he raised the microphone high into the air, again more approval as his hand patted over the top of it several times before he raised it upwards to his mouth. A smile as wide as ever on his face as he started to speak down into it.
“Seth – Seth? It’s you, it’s you – it’s really you. Where have you been buddy. I ain’t seen you since it was announced I was coming for you. I thought you followed through with one of your tweets for once and actually went to fight those people you trash talk online. I thought you did the right thing, the smart thing – the only thing a man like you could have done and backed up your shit and left, but there you are and look at you. I would say that I am impressed, but that would be a lie. What I see is what I have seen from day one since arriving here and it is – average. You ain’t the king slayer, you ain’t the leader of the shield, you ain’t jack shit except for the man that is keeping my title warm for me. I was almost insulted that you have went into hiding these last few weeks, but honestly – I don’t blame you. Anyone that gets into the ring with me, it does not end well for them. Anyone that picks up a microphone and goes at it with me – it does not end well for them. Moral of the story, you get anywhere close to me, it ends badly and you have been keeping your distance. But your shit out of luck now. It’s your turn, your number has been called and it is time to see what your made off and from the looks of it – not much I tell you. Moxley and Reigns where right about you all along – you where always the weak link.”
Maryse walks up the ramp and starts having words with Kingston. The ref's attention is focused on that while Rollins turns his attention back to Conway and goes for the Curb Stomp but the Con Man moves out of the way just in time and hits Rollins with a low blow! Heyman yells at the ref to pay attention and he looks back only to see Seth get caught in an Inside Cradle! He makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rob Conway!
Conway rolls out of the ring right away and Maryse runs over to him. The Contourage are licking their wounds but they all head to the back while Rollins looks on in frustration, mainly however looking at Kingston who has a smile on his face as the show moves on.
(The scene opens with King Hornswoggle sitting on his crown with a beer in his hand.)
KH: Your king is here, and I ain’t going anywhere.
John Cena is a wannabe punk.
No wonder his mom left him and his dad, because John Cena’s armpits stink so bad that she forced him to wear something in pink.
Cena can’t blow on his own nuts for all I care, because it will be me, who Eve will be going home with, while John pays for her bus fare.
Johnny boy’s rap gimmick is mad old and plus from what I heard his brain is not that bold.
John is a fluke that wants me to make wanna puke after I heard that you get a title shot with Warhorse.
See you in the future, you fake ass Vanilla Ice wannabe, one hit wonder rapper.
(The scene then fades out to black with King Hornswoggle taking a chug from his beer.)
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution logo to a seemingly random shot of a flower dancing in the wind, a voice nearby singing plays through the speakers as we zoom in on the flower never seeing the person.
-- He Loves me, he Loves me not.
He Loves me, he Loves me not.--
The UWF Revolution logo quickly reappears, and we move on with the show.
The crowd can't believe what they're hearing. The mere mention of Uncle Chael radiated over the entrance way as the crowd would pop for the former UFC fighter. After his hiatus a week prior, it felt good to have Sonnen back in the arena. This time as an active competitor. Following behind him would be the brand new number one contender for the UWF World championship, Tom Lawlor. The two seem elated as both men grace the crowd with smiles.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Tom Lawlor, Chael Sonnen!
When the beat kicks in, Samoa Joe marches out on to the ramp. He's suited up in his ring gear, white towel draped over those broad shoulders. The UWF Universe has grown accustomed to a reserved, vigilant and stoic Samoan these past few months - but the simmering pot has finally boiled over. Like a fault line finally slipping, the released tension shakes the place down its bones. Joe has an energy pulsing off him and a look in his eyes that haven't been seen since he was running roughshod as the World Champ on Resistance.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by UWF Champion CM Punk, Samoa Joe!
Punk, dressed casually in his street clothes, follows a few steps behind en route to the ring. He's more than happy to step out of the spot light and let his partner take center stage tonight. Joe enters the ring and stares at Chael as the ref calls for the bell.
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Mauro Ranallo: Here we go!
Corey Graves: Oh I've been waiting for this one.
Both men walk to the center of the ring and stand face to face, neither backing down an inch. They go forehead to forehead with Joe pushing forward, his size advantage backing Chael up a few paces. Sonnen however goes low and takes Joe down! Joe struggles as he wraps his legs around Chael but the former UFC fighter just starts pounding him with punches all over the body. Joe catches his hands and pulls his feet in to kick him off of him. Joe rushes to get back up but as he's up to a knee, Sonnen comes charging over with a knee to the ribs! Joe rolls to the outside to get a breather while Chael soaks in the fact that he just sent a former World Champion on his heels.
Mauro Ranallo: Not too many people can send Samoa Joe scrambling.
Corey Graves: Not many people are like Chael Sonnen.
Punk hypes up Joe on the outside. while Lawlor is simply clapping for Chael and getting in the crowd's face. Joe comes back into the ring and puts his dukes up, ready to square up with Chael. They both seem to test the waters, throwing a few jabs but keeping their distance. Joe however comes forward and grabs Sonnen, putting him in the clinch before throwing knees. He hits a few of them flush but Sonnen catches one of his knee and trips him up. He falls onto Joe and gets in a full mount. He punches Joe in the face a few times before he can cover up. Joe tries to roll away but Sonnen takes his back and places him in a Rear Naked Choke! Chael is squeezing with all he's got but Joe recognizes the trouble he's in. He's able to stand up with Chael on his back. He runs backwards and smashes Sonnen into the corner! Joe takes a few steps out of the corner before jumping backwards and nailing Chael in the side of the head with the C.C.S. Enzuigiri! Sonnen goes down and Joe makes the pin.
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Chael kicks out! Joe pulls him back up and hits a Short Arm Clothesline. He still has a hold of the arm to drag him back up only to knock him down with another. Punk is all smiles on the outside and Joe himself gets a smile as he dishes out his punishment. He goes for a third Short Arm Clothesline but Chael ducks it and wraps around his back popping his hips for a German Suplex! Sonnen quickly goes over to him and takes his arm to go for an Armbar! Joe reaches up with his other hand to lock his hands together. Chael uses his foot to start smashing down on Joe's face and body but Joe rolls over, using all his weight to fold him up, pinning his shoulders to the mat!
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Chael breaks the Armbar to break the pin! Both men rush up to their feet. Chael goes for another running knee to the side but Joe has scouted it this time, catching his knee and standing up with him, throwing him back for the Exploder Suplex! Chael stands back up but looks a bit rocked. Joe comes over with a confident stride. Chael throws a punch but Joe catches his arm underneath his armpit. Chael goes for a strike with the other hand only to also get caught. The two are face to face and Joe unleashes a barrage of headbutts, Chael's knees buckling from the hits little by little until he falls to his knee. Joe tosses him to the mat before leaping into the air for a big Senton! Joe cockily leans over him to make the pin!
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Chael gets the shoulder up at 2!
Tom Phillips: Chael may have been one of the best fighters in UFC but maybe there's a reason he's never won gold.
Corey Graves: How dare you Phillips! I'd like to see you try and say that to his face.
Mauro Ranallo: He may be outmatched in a wrestling match but he has the ability to finish a match at any point in time and the more Joe tries to toy with him, the more he may end up regretting it.
Joe picks up Chael and brings him over to the corner. Lawlor is trying to get his attention but Joe doesn't care. He picks up Sonnen to place him on the top rope. He gets ready to fold him up for a Muscle Buster but Chael suddenly reaches out and digs his thumbs into Joe's eyes! The former International Champion turns away and tries to rub his eyes as Chael gets situated on the top rope. Joe turns around and falls victim to the ugliest Missile Dropkick to the face!
Mauro Ranallo: Did I just see Chael Sonnen hit a missile dropkick?
Corey Graves: It wasn't pretty but it was effective.
Joe gets up to a knee and Chael comes over to him. Joe lunges forward and brings Chael back first into the corner where he starts ramming his shoulder into his midsection over and over again. Chael however wraps his arm around Joe's head and jumps forward, pushing his feet off the ropes to swing around in a Tornado DDT except he turns it into a Guillotine! Joe is trying to use his power to stand up but Chael's got him stuck like an ostrich burying it's head in the sand.
Mauro Ranallo: Chael could have gone for the pin after the DDT but he's opted to go with what he knows best.
Corey Graves: I don't think Chael is interested in pinning Samoa Joe. He's looking to beat him into submission.
Joe's got his hand out, reaching for the ropes but he's not close enough. Punk is yelling out words on encouragement while Lawlor is doing the same for his guy. Joe's hand starts to slowly fall to the mat but he uses the last of his energy to flip over. Sonnen's got his arms wrapped around his legs do he doesn't exactly reverse to pin his shoulders to the mat but they do roll closer to the ropes where Joe is able to get his foot under the bottom rope. The ref yells for Chael to break the count but he makes sure he gets the full 4 count before letting go. He grabs Joe's arm and drags him away from the ropes. He's about to go for another Armbar but Joe quickly does the same thing as before. Chael shifts around the arm and instead gets Joe in a Triangle Choke! Joe stands up and puts his weight over him to try and get the pin.
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Chael simply shifts his hips to get his shoulder off the mat. Joe forces it back down for another pin.
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Chael once again gets the shoulder up off the mat. Joe starts using his free hand to punch Sonnen in the ribs but it's not having much of an effect. Joe's legs look like they're starting to get weak. Joe's face is turning blue and the ref gets ready to call the match but somehow Joe finds the strength to stand his legs straight and he pulls up Chael all the way off the mat. He's still holding onto the arm as Joe has him raised 6 feet into the air but Joe suddenly collapses! Chaels falls back and the back of his head spikes against the mat! Chael's arms fall to the side while Joe lays face down. Neither man is responding and the ref calls for the bell.
Tony Chimel: This contest has been ruled a Double Knockout!
Mauro Ranallo: Wow!
Corey Graves: I don't think we've ever seen two guys get knocked out like that.
Tom Phillips: One by submission, the other by having his head slammed into the mat. Talk about a crazy finish.
Punk and Lawlor come into the ring and check on their respective partners. Both men are sat up and starting to come to. They both seem to ask what happened and are being told. They lock eyes and fury seems to come across both of their faces. They get to their feet and try to start brawling again but Punk and Lawlor step in. They're holding them back but Joe's size ends up pushing Punk back into Lawlor. Tom turns around and gives Punk a shove. Punk truns around and gets in his face and all four men are jacking jaws to one another.
Mauro Ranallo: Uh Oh we better get some security out here now.
The four men don't back down and it's Lawlor who throws the first punch. Suddenly it's an all out brawl as they all collide in a sea of punches. Security runs out from the back to try and stop them. They manages to split them up but Chael kicks a guard in the gut and tosses him out of the ring. Joe gives one a headbutt and suddenly it's 4 vs all. The four men are tossing aside security before the run back at each other. Punk's got Chael backed in a corner while Lawlor has Joe on the ground in a ground and pound. More security comes out from the back to separate everyone.
Tom Phillips: It's chaos here on Revolution!
Mauro Ranallo: Can you believe what's going to happen when Punk and Lawlor meet for the title?
Mauro Ranallo: That's if they can make it to the next ppv in one piece!
The four men are still yelling at each other and trying to fight off security as they're being pulled apart as the show goes off the air.
END OF SHOW
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