Post by Danny on Sept 24, 2021 15:23:04 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: In our main event, the Intercontinental Champion does battle with Tommaso Ciampa who has been on a roll in recent weeks.
Tom Phillips THAT ROLL ABOUT TO COME TO A SCREECHING HALT IF HE KEEPS GETTING IN THE WAY OF THE WARHORSE BROTHER!
Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of WARHORSE, he takes on Chris Jericho later tonight plus, Hornswoggle takes on John Cena.
Corey Graves:Ugh don't remind me. Luckily the palate will be cleansed when Rob Conway makes an example out of Rey Mysterio tonight.
Tom Phillips: And don't forget your other favorite, Eddie Kingston does battle with Fuego Del Sol and that match starts right now!
The cameras cut to the ring and the competitors are already in their own respective corners and getting ready for the match.
VS. 
DING DING DING!
The match starts off hot (I’m telling you, I can do this all day) as Fuego begins a dash towards Kingston, looking to get things started before the New Yorker knows what hit him! He sees this coming from a mile away and throws a lariat, but the luchador ducks under. He gets a tilt-a-whirl before snaring him with a small package!
Mauro: Oh my god, we saw this last week!
Phillips: Do it, Fuego!
1!
2- No!
Phillips: Damn…
Mauro: This match was almost over as quick as a hiccup!
Kingston gets up, but Fuego’s up faster. He signals to the crowd what’s next. If a roll-up won’t do it, the greatest move in the history of our sport sure can. He puts a unique spin on it this time. As Kingston finds a vertical base, Sol springs off the ropes looking for a Springboard Tornado DDT!
NO! KINGSTON SWATS HIM STRAIGHT OUT OF THE AIR WITH A BACKFIST TO THE FUTURE!
Mauro: MAMA MIA!
The impact echoes out throughout the packed-full UWF audience, prompting a collective gasp of fear, concern, and sympathy. Fuego tumbles down to the mat head over heels, dazed as all get out. He blinks a few times to get his wits about him while Kingston just throws up his hands and says “Come on, now” as if to say he expected better. The Mad King takes his time pulling him up to a corner by his chin before hushing the crowd, who echo the command back to him. He pulls a hand back, before letting loose a deafening knife edge chop, popping the crowd.
Graves: Listen to the sound on that!
Phillips: I felt that one in my lungs.
He hushes them again, before hitting him with another chop, the CRACK resonating up to the rafters. He smirks before hitting him with a machine gun combo of chops and jabs, leaving red marks across the pale chest of Fuego del Sol.
Mauro: There’s that rough and tumble Yonkers upbringing on full display.
Graves: Yonkers... is that really the name of an actual place?
Phillips: It's the third most populous city in New York.
Graves: I know, I just... I've never really thought about it before. Yonkers.
The repeated attack pushes Sol straight down to the bottom turnbuckle, so Kingston pulls him back up by his mask for another round, but the Alabama native throws a clothesline. Kingston ducks it before rocking him with a lariat of his own. No flip. No turning inside out. No corkscrew. He just decks with him an arm as stiff as a board that would make Stan Hansen proud, knocking Sol straight back down again.
Mauro: These brutal strikes just caving in the chest!
He steps around the corpse he just desecrated until he’s standing facing Fuego’s head, marking the end with a throat slit gesture. Eddie pulls the luchador up by the arms and he’s limp and lifeless. Definitely a far shot from the Fuego we saw last week. The Mad King hooks the arms, before flinging him backwards into the midpoint of the ring with a Tiger Suplex.
Graves: Stop, stop, he’s already dead!
Phillips: That’s not funny, Corey.
Eddie Kingston is back up to his feet and, while the momentum has Fuego rolling through onto his knees, he runs and lays straight into him with a forearm strike! Sliding D! Not one to unnecessarily prolong a beating, he makes the cover.
1!
2!
3!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER, EDDIE KINGSTON!
Kingston graciously accepts the hand raise from the ref, shaking his head at his fallen opponent.
Renallo: And just like that, the streak continues. With a performance like that, our Intercontinental Champ has been put on notice.
Graves: So, Tom, is Fuego still your guy?
Phillips: Of course he is, man. A backfist like the one we saw earlier can knock anyone loopy. I don't care if it's CM Punk. And you know, I still think Fuego's gonna rebound from this!
Graves: Haha, we'll see, we'll see.
Kingston walks over to the masked man for a second just to check on him, before stepping through the ropes and walking to the back. Revolution heads elsewhere.
The scene opens and we see Warhorse standing, talking right to the camera, just like last week, same old, same old, no effort, no fret.
WARHORSE: I DON’T SEE WHY PEOPLE KEEP GODDAMN TESTING ME, LIKE I’M SOMEONE TO FUCK OVER, LIKE I’M NOT THE GODDAMN FUCKIN’ PERSON WHO’S BEEN HERE CONSISTENTLY. LIKE I’M NOT THE ONE PUTTING THE WORK IN, LIKE I’M THE ONE WHO’S JUST FALLING SHORT OF PEOPLE’S EXPECTATIONS.
I NEVER TRIED TO APPEASE, IT DIDN’T GET ME FAR BUT AT LEAST I HAD VALUES. I HAD SOMETHING TO LIVE BY. CHRIS JERICHO, I CAN’T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I RESPECT WHAT HE’S BROUGHT TO THIS SPORT, HE DOESN’T GIVE UP. HE REINVENTS HIMSELF, HE’S A DAMN PIONEER.
He looks around.
I CAN’T SAY A WORD AGAINST THE MAN. HE HASN’T DONE ANYTHING TO ME, HE HASN’T TOOK FOOD OFF MY TABLE, HE HASN’T TOOK MONEY FROM MY POCKET. ONE GUY, ONE GUY WHO HAS THOUGH, TOMASSO CIAMPA, HE HAS. HE KNOWS IT TOO, I’M SURE HE HAS.
PERSONALLY, IT EFFECTS ME. HOW DO YOU THINK IT MAKES MY WIFE FEEL TELLING HER THAT MONEY ISN’T GOING TO BE FLOWING THROUGH AS GOOD AS I THOUGHT?
Warhorse suddenly stops talking, looking off to the side we see what he’s looking at, Tommaso Ciampa standing there with his hands up in the air, Ciampa walks towards Warhorse who has anger in his eyes as raging as a thousand suns. As Ciampa approaches Warhorse shouts.
GOD, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?
Ciampa lowers his hands and begins to speak.
Tommaso Ciampa: Warhorse, I decided to be the bigger man and come and apologise to what happened the other week. I realised that I should not have taken my anger out against you, my issue is with management, not with yourself so if I could just say that I'm sorry that I-
Warhorse gets right into Ciampa’s face, the anger continuing to seethe from him.
WARHORSE: I DON’T CARE YOU RATSHIT DONKEY, YOU DON’T STEP INTO MY BUSINESS UNLESS IF YOU WANT WAR. YOU DON’T COST ME A CHAMPIONSHIP UNLESS YOU WANT MORE, AND I WON’T ACCEPT AN APOLOGY FROM A-
Ciampa swings a fist that catches Warhorse by surprise, causing him to stop talking.
Tommaso Ciampa: Before you rudely cut me off I was going to say that I was sorry…. that I didn’t finish the job.
At this moment a hooded figure runs in behind Warhorse and attacks the already damaged leg with a lead pipe, causing Warhorse to fall to the ground and clutching it in pain. The hooded figure runs off, all the camera manages to catch is that it was a large muscular figure, handing the pipe to Ciampa as they ran.
Tommaso Ciampa: Don’t worry though, you see my uncle once taught me that when a horse is injured, you need to put it out of its misery to save it from the pain and that’s what I'm going to do now.
Ciampa strikes the knee twice with the lead pipe and then delivers a vicious stomp to it. Ciampa gets a steel chair and puts it round Warhorses knee, as he’s about to deliver a stomp to it though, security finally arrives and drags him away from Warhorse, accompanying them is EC3 who is followed by medics, the medics check on Warhorse and help him up and to get away safely, EC3 then turns round and locks eyes with Ciampa.
Tommaso Ciampa: Time’s running out Ethan, you’re running out of roster members between me and you, you know what I want, how much chaos can you control before it's bad for money lining your pockets.
EC3 looks like he is going to respond but Ciampa doesn’t even listen, bumping into EC3’s shoulder as he walks past, the camera then focuses on a slightly infuriated looking EC3 who shakes his head as we cut to the ring.
The crowd is silent as drums begin banging throughout the arena, The crowd begin to come alive as they've been promised celebrity appearances for this much-anticipated contest of MUSCLE!, The crowd is going crazy as the entrance to the ramp lights up revealing the judge's table for tonight's body contest...
"The judges for this Body Building Contest. . ."
"Introducing the first judge, Big Poppa Pump, Scott Steiner..."
Steiner walks to the judge's desk as he removes his shirt, Steiner takes a moment before hitting his signature flex as the crowd go wild. . .
"Introducing our second judge for tonight's contest, The masterpiece, Chris Masters!"
Masters flexes to the crowd as he moves towards the judge's desk, Masters takes a moment to flex his signature pose as the crowd admires the masterpiece. . .
"The final judge our special guest, Former Mr. Olympia, and Hollywood superstar, Arnold Schwarzenegger. . ."
The crowd go mental at the announcement of Arnold, Arnold comes out waving to the crowd. Schwarzenegger smiles as he gets to the judge's booth, He looks out to the crowd as he takes the middle seat, Arnie swings his arms around as he contracts all his muscles showing off muscles we have never even heard of the crowd go mental, Arnie takes a seat as he waits for the two men already in the ring. . .
Murphy has a microphone in hand as the crowd anticipates what the Aussies have to say...
Buddy Murphy: "Before we continue here. I just wanted to say Robbie is about to be embarrassed I mean just look at me when I outdo him in his gimmick I will expose him for the lack of substance he and his crew really have, I mean just looking at us you can see that we are the best of the best while looking over the conman we have nothing but Conman who is just muscle and no brains, Maryse I mean would you look at her she is the definition of Diva, Can't wrestle at all she looks way better than she can wrestle. Then you have the Dean who could pass for a rejected sales rep who sells cigarettes to pregnant teens. Then you have the consultant who obviously is blind as a bat because who in their right mind would let you guys come out here and dress like a group of clowns looking to get their asses kicked. While you look at us you have the beautiful Billie Kay who can out-wrestle each and every one of you and look better doing so, Then we have legit badass Sonya Deville who knows how to make you submit in 1002 ways before breakfast. Then you have the pièce de résistance the Aussie W.M.D my knees are stronger than a MOAB and I am looking for a new victim each week. I could talk about how much better we are all day but the fans want to see you get your ass kicked in your ow--"
Murphy before he can continue to speak Conway rips the microphone from his hands as he looks to delay the contest a little longer. . .
Rob Conway: Listen up kid and listen closely - nobody came here tonight to hear you talk. They didn't come here to hear about your little group or the fact you've done absolutely nothing of note so far here in the UWF. Nobody cares about you, nobody cares about them - in fact, I've seen more from your two little lackeys than I have from you Buddy. I mean, what have you done except try and ride of 'The Conman's coattails tonight?. 'Conman's first month?, two Hall of Famers beat and Television title around my waist and here's Buddy Murphy clinging on to The Con-Tourage for some notoriety. Well here's the thing kid, all you've done is put yourself into a position where you can't win because you could ask any other chump in the back to come out here and stand side by side with 'The Conman' in a bodybuilding contest and each and every one of them would lose. See you've got a nice little physique, 'The Conman's sure it impresses Billy Kay - he knows Sonya could care less. But it doesn't impress me, I mean look at the obliques, they're tiny and look at those deltoids... pathetic, take a look at this, take a good look at me - boulder shoulders, perfect pecs, washboard abs and single digit body-fat. Add to the fact that outside of the ring, 'The Conman' does these shows for fun, as a little side-venture and sweeps the competition every damn time. The fact of the matter is Buddy, that when you think 'body guy' you think Rob Conway. We all know 'The Conman' has bigger fish to fry so lets give these people what they really came to see - me, Rob Conway doing what Rob Conway does best... looking good.
Conway goes to take of his sunglasses but decides to leave them on before he turns to The Con-Tourage as if to say, watch this.
Sylvan, why don't you oil 'The Conman' up.
Sylvan obliges and oils up 'The Conman' for competition.
Murphy looks peeved at what was said by his opponent, Murphy mouths let's begin as he steps up to the podium where the men are going to pose, Murphy removes his pants revealing traditional bodybuilding underwear, Murphy climbs the podium as he takes a moment before flexing abdomen as he lifts his arms behind his head the muscles contour showing off the abdomen of Murphy which pops out and looks god-like, Murphy turns to pose his back as he flexes his arms above his head as his back muscles contort and show off his hard work, Murphy turns around as he places his arms on his chest showing off his shoulders as he bends forward, Murphy relaxes after his three poses as he walks off the podium to the dark as he awaits the judges. . .
"Now for the judges scores. . ."
The three judges quickly write their score on the scoring card showing it above their head one at a time. . .
8
STEINER
8
MASTERS
7
SHWARZENEGGER
"Buddy Murphy has scored a total of 23, Up next we have Rob Conway to present. . ."
Conway looks happy with himself as he knows he can top that. Conway climbs the podium the spotlight shining down hard on him, Conway starts by grabbing his arm and turning his body sideways as each and every muscle pops he holds it for a moment in near-perfect form as the crowd gasps at such perfection of technique, Conway looks up as he transitions into a perfect Front Double Bicep showing off the muscles he is most proud of, Conway than turns to the side as he places his arm behind his head and flexes his abdominal and thigh region, The crowd loves it as the judges nod in approval. . .
10
STEINER
10
MASTERS
--
SHWARZENEGGER
Before Schwarzenegger can even show his card, Murphy annoyed by the possibility of being proven wrong strikes with a forearm to the back of Conway's head, Murphy picks up the podium throwing it at both Sylvan and Dean who get caught right in the face with the metal podium. Murphy begins unloading shots into Conway. Kay grabs Maryse by the legs as she tries to enter the ring as Kay and Sonya throw her into the barricade on the outside of the ring. Murphy has pushed off Conway who begins trying to fight back, Murphy is hit with a shot that sends him into the corner as Conway begins making his way towards him but his ankle is grabbed by Sonya Deville who has to provide enough distraction for Murphy to hit a knee to the jaw of Conway. Murphy grabs Conway's arm pulling it between his legs as he lifts him onto his shoulders and twists hitting a devastating Murphy's Law. Murphy looks down as he drops down and walks backward admiring the destruction the three caused as the crowd boo at the ending of the contest. Murphy looks to the three judges who look on in the total chaos. . .
The scene opens with a dark room and a little light bulb shining in the room as you hear footsteps. Then you see someone walk out into the open as you see the mysterious man in the mask and he begins to speak.
Hello UWF, it has been a while and things are always changing. Most of the better and some are for the worst. A lot of up and down in UWF. I honestly know everyone in UWF is wondering when I am going to make my debut. I can let you in on a secret. You all will be able to see my presence in that very ring. You and everyone in UWF will witness the destruction that I will bring with me. Once my destruction begins and then there will be a lot of deceased bodies with broken bones laying in blood along the way. From then on, everyone will see what I am capable of and there won’t be anything that anyone can do to stop me. It wouldn’t matter whether you win or lose, I can promise you that I will always be rising up the ladder as quickly before you even notice it.
As for everyone in UWF, you all will pay me your debts in blood and your suffering will be what I desire. Nobody knows how dangerous I can be because I am willing to do anything to get what I want and deserve in UWF. Whether it's championship gold, women, blood, human organs, and human freshness. I shall get it and I will do it my way. There won’t be anything that anyone can do to stop this monster. This devil will come for his debt. You all have been warned. Watch your back because I am already here and there is nowhere you can hide. Prepare to meet the Devil himself! The era of destruction has begun. The question I have for you is Are you Ready?
The scene fades and ends with the mysterious man giving an evil laugh.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
Chimel: Introducing first... 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 chorus 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.
John Cena's theme hits the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them.
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe.
Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Eve Torres... 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. Eve walks around the apron and stands at ringside to cheer on her dude.
Tony Chimel steps out through the ropes while the Referee ensures both men are ready before calling for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Hornswoggle snarls at Cena and gets his hands up like lil tiger claws, ready to strike. Cena ain't about that corny shit but also he's nervous that one scratch from the unkempt light heavyweight might be enough to sideline him for weeks with some kinda exotic infection, so he isn't super keen on getting too close. Sensing his hesitation, Swoggle cackles, pulls a half-finished beer our of his coat pocket, slams that bad boy, burps hard then flips the Doctor of Thuganomics the bird. That pisses John off something fierce and he marches over to kick some butt. Hornswoggle counters by crumpling up the can and throwing it right at his opponent.
The can bounces clumsily off of John's shredded chest. He looks down at it, unamused, while the Referee goes over to give Hornswoggle a warning about foreign objects. A yellow card will have to suffice this time, it was just a minor infraction and the show must go on. Cena continues his warpath towards Swoggle, he opts to steer clear of Big Match John by scrambling through the ropes and dropping to the outside.
Ranallo: Hornswoggle taking a moment to regroup here.
Phillips: "Regroup?" He hasn't even group'd yet! This match just started!
Graves: It's tricks and games like this that saw that Little Bastard win the Television Championship. Rest assured, this is the only way he's going to get past the former UWF Champ tonight.
Cena just rolls his eyes, unimpressed with the shenanigans. He beckons the former co-host of Asshole Live on 92.5 to get back in the ring only to be waved off. John turns to the Ref to complain so the third man starts up a ten count to move things along. Hornswoggle is taking his sweet time on the outside. No rush at all for this fella. Heading around the squared circle, he makes his way over to Eve. A lewd gesture. A crass remark. A wink too far. The Official is still counting on one hand and Swoggle's already disgusted John Cena's best girl.
That's the straw that broke the camels back for ol' Jorts. Cena comes through the ropes like a Bat out of Hell, ready to defend his gal's honour. Hornswoggle sees him coming a mile away and runs for the hills back the way he came. It's a scene straight out of Tom and Jerry as John gives chase around the ring. With a healthy head start, Swoggle is able to keep away for some time. A peek over the shoulder alerts him to a closing gap, though, and at that point he hastily dives back under the bottom rope.
Cena follows suite only to find that Hornswoggle's waiting for him. The Leprechaun catches him coming in with a low drop kick - two size sixes right to the mug just as John's crawling in. Those boots land flush and Cena is dazed as all heck. Swoggle quickly capitalizes by grabbing himself a front headlock, and from there, it's a one way trip to DDT town, baybay!
Ranallo: Woah! Big DDT from Hornswoggle.
Graves: Cena played right into The King's hand there. I'd expect better from a veteran.
Phillips: Did you even hear what the pervert said to Eve?
Hornswoggle dives on top of the downed Cena to try for a pin. The Official drops and counts it...
1...
2...
No! Cena kicks out just after two! The force sends Swoggle flying away, giving Cena some room to shake the cobwebs and collect himself. Eve offers up some encouragement from nearby, which, of course, Hornswoggle assumes is directed at him. The King blows Torres a kiss that reeks like old liquor and bad sex. Dry heaving, Eve turns away from the action. Cena turns to check on her, giving Hornswoggle the opening he needs.
Running in like a man possessed, Swoggle leaps on to his opponent and just starts clawing and biting and hair-pulling and doing whatever he can to fell the bigger man. Cena tries to counter but the speed of those short arms is to unusual and frenzied to contend with. The Official attempts to restore some order, but his instructions are lost under the horrified gasps of the capacity crowd and the raccoon-like shrieks of the feral one-time TV Champ.
John manages to get to his feet. The King hangs on. He scurries around the back and slaps on a tight Sleeper hold, squeezing tight as he can to choke the life out of Cena.
Graves: Oh my God. That looks like it's in pretty deep.
Ranallo: It worked for Rocky Balboa against Thunderlips and for the Dread Pirate Roberts against the giant Fezzik, I don't see why it shouldn't tonight!
Hornswoggle puts everything he has into the choke, pulling his arm across Cena's throat with extreme prejudice. Cena's eyes start to bulge while his fingers try to pry the arm away. It's futile - the hold is sunk in deep and tight. John's face goes from a pale sort of pink to a deep shade of read as his labored breaths deteriorate into heinous gasps. The fans do what they can, cheering him on and pleading with him to escape. As the seconds tick by, however, all hope begins to fade.
Stumbling backwards, Cena nearly loses his footing completely, but whether by accident or some desperate instinct, he reverses hard into the nearest turnbuckle. Swoggle is rattled by the impact and can't help but let loose his grip. John collapses at the base of the buckle while Hornswoggle is able to land seated on the top of the post. The King looks down at the peasant on the ground and a twisted smile curls his lips. Standing tall with an unearned confidence and unmistakable, gut-wrenching sexualized swagger, Hornswoggle flips off the crowd before busting out the match-ending move.
Ranallo: Tadpole Splash!
Phillips: It's all over!
Flying off the top rope with his rendition of the Frog Splash, Hornswoggle comes down on Cena to wrap this one up. Except oh snap! Cena, still lying down, just lifts up his arms and catches the guy in mid air, keeping him elevated like he's doing some kinda bench press. Panic instantly fills the Leprechaun's eyes. This is not what was supposed to happen.
Cena, well he's just friggin had it with this guy. He stands up, still holding Swoggle. With almost no effort spent, Cena flings Hornswoggle up on to his shoulders, turns to the hard cam, shakes his head and then slams his opponent down with a massive Attitude Adjustment!
Hornswoggle bounces off the mat like a basketball. Cena plants him back down and then shoots the half to seal the deal...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
[YOUR WINNER...
JOHN CENA!
"The Time is Now" hits the PA while Cena stands to have his arm raised in victory. He scowls down at Hornswoggle while The King rolls out of the ring like a tumbleweed caught in the wind.
Ranallo: Well, it was certainly a spirited effort by the former UWF Television Champion, but in the end, Cena was able to put him away with a definitive Attitude Adjustment.
Phillips: Which is exactly what he needed, in my opinion.
Graves: Ugh, you're so judgmental, Phillips. In fact, you - hey, wait... what's that in the crowd?
All eyes are drawn to a ruckus going on in the stands. The fans jump to their feet to get a better view as La Luchadora comes outta nowhere! She jumps the railing, heading for the ring, looking for trouble. Cena hasn't noticed yet, but no worries, folks. Eve was ready and waiting for something like to happen. Torres heads La Luchadora off at the pass. He tackles the sneaky interloper before she can get in the ring. The two women tussle around ringside, trading punches while the fans go nuts.
Phillips: It's La Luchadora! What's she doing?
Ranallo: No doubt her and her amigos are out to get Cena! We all saw what happened last week.
Graves: If La Luchadora is here, then surely El Generico and Sami Zayn can't be far behind!
Cena comes through the ropes and drops to the floor. This is enough to send La Luchadora heading for the exit. She rolls back over the barricade, finding Sami Zayn there. It looks like he was about to join the fray before Cena got wise to them. Not much of a sneak attack when they're ready for you. Zayn is shouting some nasty threats at Cena and Eve who dare them to come back over the barrier. "You want some, come get some". Ya know?
Graves: Cena and Eve better be careful. El Generico could be anywhere right now!
Ranallo: It looks like Zayn and Luchadora have had their fill of action tonight. But this rivalry is only picking up steam. I wouldn't be surprised to see some mixed tag-team action in their future.
Graves: Well with the four time, and still technically reigning UWF Tag Team Champ in their corner, I'm thinking that El Generico and La Luchadora are going to be damn near unstoppable togethe.
Phillips: John Cena just won a match with one move! You can't count him out of any match, Corey. Sami Zayn and his pals need to be careful who they're messing with.
Zayn and La Luchadora slowly back towards the nearest exit. Cena and Eva keep an eye on them until they're gone. El Generico is nowhere to be seen... for now. Revolution continues elsewhere!
The feed cuts to backstage where Renee Young is running to get an interview with EC3.
Renee Young: Excuse me Ethan, What's the status of WARHORSE?
EC3: As of right now, the doctor has ruled that he's not able to compete so the match with Chris Jericho tonight is off. The doctor aslready determined that there were no breaks and the man himself has demanded a match with Ciampa. That's why at Bad Blood, the two will face off, in a Fans Bring the Weapons match.
Renee Young: Fans bring the weapons?
EC3: Yes. WARHORSE is a man of the people and if anyone wants to see Ciampa get what's coming to him, it's the fans of WARHORSE.
Renee Young: Can you let us know about any other matches made for Bad Blood?
EC3: Well after their sneak attack backfired, Sami has petitioned for a match between Cena & Eve and El Generico & La Luchadora. Those 4 will compete at Bad Blood. If that wasn't enough, after the bodybuilding competition fiasco earlier, Buddy Murphy, Sonya Deville and Billy Kay will take on the Contourage in a 3 on 3 match. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a press conference to preside over.
EC3 walks off as the show moves on.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
Just look at me...
The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
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.
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.
Corey Graves: We all know the Conman will easily beat the masked wannabe hero!.
Mauro Ranallo: It is time for us to see how Rob Conway will be able to go up against the veteran Rey Mysterio.
Tom Phillips: We all know the hero Rey Mysterio will put Conway in his place and show him why he was one of the greatest former UWF TV Champion.
VS 
The bell rings as Rey Mysterio tied up with Rob and Rob shoves him to the floor. Rob flex his muscles as Rey nod his head and they tie up again. Rob places him in a headlock as Rey tries to get out and Conway is squeezing the hold tightly. Then Mysterio pushes him as Rob run to the ropes and he bounces off the ropes. Rob comes with a clothesline as Rey hits a hurricanrana and Rob falls on the middle ropes. Rey give the signal for the finish as he run to the ropes and he bounces off the ropes. He hits the 619 as Rob hits the floor hard and Rey goes to the turnbuckle. He does a the Latino heat pose as a tribute to his best friend Eddie Guerrero and he is going to go for the Frog Splash.
Then you see Maryse get on the ropes as she distracts the referee and Simon Dean get on the other side of the ring ropes. He pushes Rey off the turnbuckle and he hits the floor hard as Rob gets up and he slowly waits for Mysterio to get up while his crew go back to ringside to watch the match. Rey gets up as Rob grabs him and he places him in the Conway Clutch. Rob tightens the hold as Rey tries to get out and Rey looks like he is about to pass out. The referee goes to him and he checks on him as he raises his hand before he drops it.
1………. and no response from Rey.
The referee lifts Rey’s hand again and he drops it.
2……. and still no life from Rey Mystero’s body.
Referee grabs Mysterio’s hand and he drops it again.
He is about to count to 3 as Rey’s hand begins to stir and he gets up. He is struggling to get out of Rob’s submission hold as he leads Conway to the turnbuckle and he shoves Rob forward as he forces him to let go of the hold. Conway lands headfirst into the turnbuckle as Rey gets up and he grabs Rob. He climbs the turnbuckle as he hits the Tornado DDT and Conway falls onto the ring floor before Rey walks over to cover him. The referee begins the count.
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2……….
and a kick out!
Rey can’t believe that Conway kicked out as he went to argue with the referee. Simon sees Rob as he hands him the brass knuckles and Rob takes it. Rey Mysterio goes to Rob as Maryse goes to distract the referee and Conway hits Rey with the brass knuckles.
Tom Phillips: What a cheap shot by Conway
Corey Graves: Now that is how you win the match against the masked luchador.
Mauro Ranallo: The Conman is willing to do anything to get the win in any way possible.
Rob throws the brass knuckles out of the ring after Rey hits the ring floor and he hooks the leg before Maryse gets off the ring ropes. The referee begins the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner……..Rob Conway!!!
The referee raised Rob’s hand as he pushed the referee away and he celebrated his win with his Con-tourage. He raised his hands with his crew as they left the ring and he walked up the entrance ramp. They head to the back as Rey Mysterio is holding his head and he hears “Thank You” from the crowd. Rey gets up as he points to the crowd and he smiles. Then the lights begin to flicker as Rey and the crowd are confused about what is happening. The lights turn off as the lights turn on and Rey Mysterio is standing in the ring with the masked Mystery man behind him.
The Mystery masked man hits Rey with a clothesline from behind. He gets out of the ring as he goes to the steel chair and he takes it. He goes back into the ring as he waits for Rey to get up and Mysterio slowly gets up. The mystery masked man smacks him in the head with the steel chair and Rey falls down hard. His head is bleeding from the chair shot as the mystery man grabs Rey’s head. The mystery masked man lifts Rey up and he hits the RKO onto the steel chair. Rey is knocked out bleeding from the RKO. The masked man takes off his mask and he is revealed to be none other than the Viper himself…...Randy Orton while he holds the mask.
Randy Orton smiles and laughs as he goes to Rey. He lifts him up to his feet as he hits another devastating RKO and Rey’s blood spills on top of him. Randy takes Rey’s blood off his chest and he licks the blood from his hand. He smiles as he looks at the camera. The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton giving an evil laugh.
Following the last match, the camera takes us to the Commentary Team.
Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, we've got more exciting wrestling action on the way, but first, we're going to take you to a press conference for the upcoming main event of Badd Blood!
Graves: That's right. Following the chaotic conclusion of last week's main event, EC3 has made the decision to give all parties the opportunity to share their side of the story and speak their piece ahead of the UWF Championship match between CM Punk and "Filthy" Tom Lawlor.
Phillips: We'll take you there now.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from the conference room in the arena. A table has been set up on a stages, mics and chairs set up a safe distance from each other for Champion, Challenger, and their corner men, respectively.
Punk and Joe enter from one side and it immediately mobbed by a gaggle of shouted questions. The fuss is matched, maybe even outdone, when the Number One Contender comes in from the other direction, Chael Sonnen following just behind. Camera flashes illuminate the scene. A half-dozen security guards stand ready at the back of the stage, while more are lying in wait behind the scenes. CM Punk doesn't even look over at his opponent while he takes his suite, with Joe following that lead. All these formalities are nothing new to either of the MMA superstars - this certainly isn't there first rodeo. They take their places and sit ready and waiting for the reporter's questions.
With no official Master of Ceremonies there to run the show, Punk takes the lead and singles out the best journalist in the game for the first up.
Punk: Scoops, good to see you. Why don't you start us off.
Scoops McCallahan stands up and gets it going.
McCallahan: Gentlemen, before we start thinking about Badd Blood we need to address the brawl that capped off last week's Revolution. Prior to that, it seemed that none of you had any interest, let alone ill will, held towards each other. Is it safe to say that this match has become personal?
The Champ is quick to respond, eager to get the first word in.
Punk: I've known Chael Sonnen for a long time now, and I don't the Bad Guy doesn't play nice, much less fair. I'm not as well acquainted with Tom, but the vibe I'm getting is that he pretty much just follows Chael around and does whatever he's told - kinda like a well-trained dog. So no, I wasn't exactly shocked when these two dove headlong into this match with the little quips and insults trying to get under our skin, and it wasn't surprising when the shit hit the fan.
That's the nature of the business, though. These boys have a big opportunity ahead of them and yeah, they're gonna be a bit antsy, maybe a bit rash, too. Feelings might get dinged up, faces might get bruised, bones might even get broken. It is what it is. But do I take it personally? Psssh, nah. Come Badd Blood, there'll be three seconds when I have Lawlor's shoulders pinned into the mat. By the time the fourth second rolls around, I'll be done thinking about this kid. He can go on ahead and move on with his life while I move on to the next Contender. I'd recommend keeping clear of Joe, mind you. He's less... uh... gracious and forgiving than I am.
Samoa Joe cracks his neck from side to side like the veritable friggin tough guy he is while Team Filthy offers up their own two cents.
Lawlor: To think of something as personal, I'd have to have some ill will towards Punk, and Joe -- Quite frankly, last week kind of exposed them. Chael came into that match with no experience whatsoever in the wrestlin' world, and went toe to toe with Joe. I'm not going to take away from Chael, cause he trained me. Credit where it's due, Joe put some mustard on those hits, and they went blow for blow. See, as I sit here and I listen to Punk comparing me to a well trained dog, I can't help but laugh. Well trained, yeah, he's right about that. It's ironic to compare myself to a dog considering Joe follows him around like a broke back bitch, but that's neither here nor there.
In front of all you people, Punk has to act like he's strong. He has to create this facade, because on the inside, he's terrified of Tom Lawlor. He says it's only three seconds before he forgets about me, but it takes just one second of a rear naked choke to watch the life fade from his eyes. If you've watched any of his sad attempts at mixed martial arts, you'd know that I've got a very good advantage on my hands. But look, this isn't the UFC, Bellator, or any of those other MMA joints -- This is the UWF, and inside this company it's about survival of the fittest. It's about being the best WRESTLER. For someone who once compared himself to being the best in the world, I think he's just floating by with that championship on his shoulders. While, I think I've done pretty damn well for a "fighter". It's all subjective, but it's just another fight on the cards. Personal? Maybe after I take that strap from Punk, yeah. As of now? Just another date with destiny. Just another moment for me to show why I'm the BEST in the WORLD.
Following that reply, the next "journalist" stands up.
Helwani: Ariel Helwani, BT Sport. As we've seen with Tom and even Chael last week, their transition from Mixed Martial Arts to Pro-Wrestling has surpassed the expectations of many -
Punk: "Many"? You mean people on Twitter? Cool. I wouldn't exactly call the social media peanut gallery experts.
But yeah, Tom's looked great since getting here. I hear he was killing on the indy's too. Some people can jump from sport to sport and do really well for themselves. Obviously I'm not one of them, but hey, I'm the same company as Michael Jordan in that regard, so that's not so bad. I think there's something too that, too. I'm a really, really, really good professional wrestler. Tom? He dedicated a huge chunk of his life to MMA - to mixed martial arts. That's a lot of ground to cover. A jack of all trades, master of none type. To succeed in the UFC, you've gotta have a broad skillset and sure, a lot of those can translate here in our sport. Not against the elite level, though. Not against someone like me with this title on the line.
Now is it impressive that Tom got himself a pay-per-view main event world championship match just a few weeks - barely even months - into his UWF career? Hell yeah it is. Is there something to be said for a lack of experience playing a factor in this match? You bet your ass. And let's not compare apples and oranges - Tom won himself a triple threat where half the god damn roster got involved to be here tonight. I had to claw through the top tier talent in the G1 after seven months of dominating this whole brand before I got mine. When we talk about "earning" things around here, we're just gonna have to grade on a scale, huh?
Ariel isn't thrilled about being interrupted, but doesn't have time to get another word out before Chael interjects.
Sonnen: First off, let Uncle Chael thank you for your knowledge, and insight. You don't see that much nowadays. Especially from people with dirt sheets. Always looking for a scoop for people to slip up. It's a little comical. Now listen, as you know, Tommy Boy and I are fair individuals. We're ones to give credit where it's due. Punk fought tooth and nail in that G1, and rightfully came out on top. Y'know what's a little caveat on top of that however? Tom Lawlor wasn't apart of it. Those big names wouldn't have lasted five minutes against him. WARHORSE? Remember him? He also took place in that G1. What happened when he and Tom met in that ring? For those with short term memory, I'll gladly tell 'ya what happened. Tom Lawlor walked out with his arm held high. The same thing would have happened if Punk was placed in front of him. The only thing that makes this sweeter is this isn't a G1, but instead it's for the biggest prize this company has.
If you want to talk about grading crap, please do it on your own time. We don't have time to grade CM Punk, and Tom Lawlor. They're two different athletes. One is past his prime, holding the companies top prize hostage, while the other is the hottest act in all of professional wrestling today. I don't think I need to spell it out for you to capture the moments of glory before our very eyes. It's pretty much self explanatory. It just tickles my funny bone to hear Punk compare Tom to his level. When the truth is Tom doesn't need to be on Punk's level. Doing so would be a GIANT step back for Tommy Boy. It's common sense. If you think for two seconds that CM Punk has any chance at beating Tom Lawlor, you're living under a rock. I'll say it once, and once only -- There isn't a chance in hell that CM Punk leaves as champion. And if you haven't noticed by now, I'm a man of my word. EVERYTHING that I've said since coming to this company has been the truth, the complete truth, and the utter truth. If I were Punk, I'd be shaking in my boots.
Finally, ol' Davey Meltz worms his way to the front of the line to get in a question of his own.
Meltzer: Uh... um... hi. Dave Meltzer with the uh... the uh... with the Wrestling Observer. Given the uh... the increased levels of um... interference in big matches lately... do you uhm... I mean plans change... but do you think there should be uh... extra security around the ring for this... for this... this uh... this highly anticipated title match?
Punk: What? You mean like should we hide behind a cage? No chance in hell. That didn't work out so well for me last time, plus this guy's a born-and-bred cage fighter. Nope. I'll happily take the risk before I start padding my matches with gimmicks to feel safer. I'm out to prove I'm the Best in the World. To do that, I gotta wrestle some actual wrestling matches. I'd like to think that Tom and I can agree on that front. And as always, I'll have Joe watching my six. I'm sure Chael'll be out there too. You all saw the main event last week. They're some tough guys. They can handle security.
Meltzer: And uh... one last question for Tom...uh..this bout has many people talking...as someone...who uh...has been a champion everywhere he's been...uh.. Tom if you were to win, what's next for you, and uh...Chael?
Lawlor: Davey, I expected more from you. You know how this goes. First off, it's not "if," it's when I win. Let me address the question you asked Punk. We don't need security, because quite frankly, I don't want there to be an excuse for when I take that crown jewel away from Punk. So, yes, Punk -- We do agree on that front, just next time don't speak for me. But what's to come for after Tom Lawlor wins? A filthy party for all the masses. Uncle Chael, Tom Lawlor, and the rest of the locker room will be invited. We'll host an all time celebration for a true fighter. A true wrestler, and above all else? A true CHAMPION.
With that, Tom stands up and faces towards the Champ. Punk is more than happy to meet him for a good ol' fashion stare down but the moment he leaves his seat, security rushes in to keep them separated. Joe and Sonnen are right there as well, but more and more guards come out to maintain the peace. There's some serious jaw-jacking back and forth but its all lost under the the shouted questions of the press and the loud flashes of their fancy cameras. Eventually both Champion and Challenger are escorted off stage and Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron displaying UWF Revolution blacks out drawing attention from the arena, lighting up with the same image as last week. Zooming in softly unto the swaying flower, the crunching sounds of footsteps on gravel ring out a couple times before they stop and are replaced with the same voice singing to itself from the last Revolution.
-- He Loves me, he Loves me not.
He Loves me, he Loves me not.
He Loves me, he loves me not. --
Some lingering silence follows, before the sounds of footsteps return and the UWF Revolution Logo returns and we move on.
They are Lost by Last Remaining Pinnacle blasts over the speakers, the crowd immediately begins to boo as the lights begin to strobe black and gold, a hooded figure walks out onto the stage and stands at the top. The strobe lights suddenly stop and then erupt into gold and black pyro, the titantron lighting up with the words “Psycho Killer” Ciampa. Ciampa whips his hood down, revealing his Casey Jones style mask.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing at 200lbs, he is the “Psycho Killer”, Tommaso Ciampa
The crowd boos louder as Ciampa’s name is announce, making his way down to the ring, Ciampa remains focused on the ring and whats to come. Getting into the ring, he stands in the middle, unmoving, slowly he takes his mask off and looks at it before nodding, suddenly he explodes into rage and paces frantically round the ring, even going onto the turnbuckles and shouting into the crowd, however suddenly a wave of calm passes over him and he gets down off the turnbuckle, Ciampa beckons for a mic.
Ciampa: These past few weeks, I have allowed EC3 to watch as I have dismantled members of his roster. Young stars like Fuego Del Sol, fan favourites like Warhorse, who I got twice and veterans like Rey Mysterio and Chris Jericho, all have fallen at the hands of me and if Ethan is content with the chaos then i’ll gladly go after more.
The crowd boos even louder now, angered at how Ciampa seems to be finding glee in all of this.
Ciampa: That's right, boo me all you want but you all know the truth, none of this is my fault, its the fault of a corrupt man in power, a man who has held me down for so long and now that I'm fed up, I'm the villain, well if I'm the bad guy, well I'm going to enjoy myself.
Ciampa chuckles slightly before snapping back to his serious composure.
Ciampa: Now EC3 might like the chaos because it lines his pockets because while you people boo me and condemn me you can’t help but watch me because deep down we all love the chaos that I bring but I realise the more chaos I bring, the bigger a target I paint on my back, so as you saw with Warhorse, i’ve decided to get myself some back up and i’m all sure you’re desperate to know who it is.
The crowd does cheer in the affirmative.
Ciampa: Well too bad, yah puppets, my associate will reveal himself when i’m damn well ready to reveal him to you people, if I deem you all worthy enough to know who it is, then you’ll know.
The crowd boos Ciampa who smirks as he knows he holds all the cards.
Ciampa: Now onto tonight, tonight I face a man who at one point was probably seen as the next shining star in this company: Seth Rollins. So much potential Seth, wasted on nothing more than another Paul Heyman stooge, so Seth, I promise what I do tonight is more merciful than what I did to Warhorse because I respect you enough to do that and that will be more blood on Ethan’s hands, now come on out.
With that Ciampa throws the mic out of the ring and takes off his jacket.
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 Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. 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 goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and puts a leg on the second rope, and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the Intercontinental Champion: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
VS 
DING DING DING
Seth is handing off his Intercontinental Championship to Paul Heyman when Ciampa runs over and blindsides him with an elbow to the back of the neck! Rollins hangs over the middle rope and Ciampa places his knee over him and starts choking the life out of him. The ref quickly comes over and tells him to back off but Ciampa doesn't stop until he reaches a count of 4. Seth rolls under the ropes to the outside to regroup but Ciampa follows him out. Heyman warns Seth and when Tommaso is near, Seth gives him a side kick to the gut to drop him to a knee. Tommaso gets the wind temporarily knocked out of him while Rollins walks away. Ciampa gets back to his feet and follows him but Seth turns around and runs over, using the steel steps as a launching pad to deliver a knee to the side of the head! Ciampa goes down but Seth picks him up and throws him back into the ring for the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out! Seth grabs him by his beard and pulls him back up. The audacity he had to attack him from behind has the IC Champ seething. He bring him over to the corner and sits him up on the top rope. He places his legs outside the ropes and goes up to meet him for the Superplex but Ciampa fights back with a barrage of headbutts. Seth looks like he's going to fall down but Ciampa keeps him up and somehow is able to get him over his shoulder. He places his feet back inside the ropes and stands up hooking Seth's head under his arm before jumping off with a top rope Air Raid Crash! Ciampa stays on him for the pin!
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Rollins kicks out!
Tom Phillips: These guys are holding nothing back right now.
Corey Graves: Ciampa set the pace with that attack from behind and now they're going all out, I love it!
Mauro Ranallo: Don't expect to see any chain wrestling here tonight folks. Both these men have had violent streaks and now they're taking it out on each other.
Ciampa grabs Seth by the ears and pulls him back up to his feet. Seth yells out from pain and gives Ciampa a few punches to the gut. Tommaso cuts off any momentum with a swift knee to the gut. Ciampa then sends him to the ropes but Rollins comes back and takes him down with the Slingblade! Ciampa gets back up only to eat another one! He gets up a third time and goes for a clothesline but Seth ducks it. The force of Ciampa's follow through makes him hit the ropes and run right into Seth's High Knee! Ciampa ends up falling through the ropes to the floor below.
Seth walks to the other side of the ring and waits as Ciampa gets up to his feet. Seth then takes off and goes for the Suicide Dive except blasts him with a Rolling Elbow to the face! Seth lands face first on the floor hard! Ciampa picks hi up right away and throws him into the steel ring post, his head bouncing off the side of it with a loud thunk. Tommaso stares at Heyman with a wild look in his eye. Paul quickly backs away from the rabid animal and Ciampa throws Rollins back into the ring. He climbs in after him and brings him up, hooking both arms. He's looking for the Fairy Tale Ending but Seth twists out of it, keeping a hold of one arm to bring him in for a Jumping Knee Strike to the chin! Tommaso is dazed and it allows Seth to grab him and throw him back with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! He makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out! Seth backs away and measures Ciampa as he's picking himself up onto his hands and knees. Seth moves in for the Curb Stomp but Ciampa pushes himself away just in time. Seth stomps on the mat but quickly gains control again with a Superkick to the jaw! Ciampa rolls out to the apron but Seth comes over ready to not give him a second of rest. He goes through the ropes to pick him up but Ciampa suddenly grabs his head in a front facelock! Seth is struggling to get free before he can hit the Willow's Bell on the apron.
Mauro Ranallo: If Tommaso hits this, it could be over here tonight.
Corey Graves: Just tonight? If he hits this, Seth can probably kiss a few years off his career.
In the struggle, Seth quickly swings his body out onto the apron as well to escape the dangerous angle and simply pushes back against Ciampa, ramming him back first into the steel ring post! Ciampa falls to the floor but lands on his feet. He turns away but when he turns back around, Seth comes leaping off the apron to take him down with a Blockbuster! He throws Ciampa back into the ring and gets on the apron, waiting for the Sicilian Psychopath to get to his feet.
Mauro Ranallo: Seth has been rocking Ciampa with those knee strikes all night. He could be looking to end it right here with another.
Corey Graves: If I'm Ciampa, I'm just getting out of the ring and living to fight another day.
Ciampa gets to his feet and Seth springboards in looking for the knee but Tommaso blindsides him with a big Lariat in mid air! He's unable to capitalize however and instead crawls over to the corner to catch his breath and pick himself up. Seth gets up and shakes the cobwebs before seeing Ciampa in the corner. He runs at him with a Splash but Ciampa moves out of the way just in time as Seth barrels in chest first. Ciampa then scoops him up from behind with a schoolboy and a handful of tights as the ref makes the count!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tomasso Ciampa!
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Ciampa quickly heads out of the ring before Seth can retaliate. He walks backwards up the ramp with a sadistic smile on his face for having pulled one over on the Intercontinental Champion. Heyman comes into the ring and tries to tell the ref what happened but Seth is furious. He yells at Heyman and tells him he should have been watching his back. Paul looks a bit taken aback by this but he decides to remind Seth just who brought him back to the UWF. This only seems to anger Seth further as he grabs Heyman by the collar of his suit and backs him into a corner.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Seth didn't take too kindly to that comment by Heyman.
Corey Graves: He's already pissed off, I don't know what Heyman's thinking.
Seth is face to face with Heyman, Paul looking scared for his life as Seth sees nothing but red. Rollins however lets go and tells him to get out of his ring. Heyman quickly abides and heads up the ramp looking rather shocked by this turn. Seth is alone in the ring seething as the show comes to close.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Bad Blood
Buddy Murphy, Sonya Deville & Billy Kay vs The Contourage
Fans Bring the Weapons
WARHORSE vs Tommaso Ciampa
Cena & Eve vs El Dúo Dinámico
Credits
Mysterio vs Conway - Evolution J
Fuego vs Kingston - half
Cena vs Hornswoggle - Fauche
Ciampa vs Rollins - Danny
