Revolution 10/21/21

[Danny]

After the opening video plays, the feed cuts to the arena where a spotlight shines down in the center of the ring as a special man occupies the ring by his lonesome. The spotlight eventually vanishes as all of the lights in the arena come back and the UWF's most famous manager looks up with a bright and smug look on his face that is glowing with confidence. Paul Heyman smiles sarcastically to the crowd as he whips out a microphone from his back pocket and lifts it to his face.



Paul Heyman: My name is Paul Heyman, and I have the amazing luxury to serve as the sole advocate for the Beast Slayer who is simultaneously your Intercontinental Champion; SETH ROLLLLLLINS!!! My client is also the CONQUEROR of Eddie Kingston’s undefeated streak. It was a streak that only lasted a few months from a man that has only headlined backyards in trailer parks and the occasional bingo hall, but my client did exactly what he said he would do! At Bad Blood, he made an example out of Eddie Kingston when he defeated that thug with a Curb Stomp that was so lethal it registered on the Richter scale. Eddie Kingston claimed that he would rip through Seth Rollins like paper, but in the end, it was himself that was torn to shreds. My client did exactly as he said he would when he pinned Eddie for a three count. My client did EXACTLY as he said he would when he walked out of that arena as your Intercontinental Champion!

The fans show their disdain for the infamous duo by booing until they all turn red in the face. The boos just illicit smirks from the pair as Heyman waits for it to simmer down before he continues.

You people can boo all that you want, but it will never change the events that transpired last night. My client emphatically defeated the former holder of the Prime-Time Medal and it’s back down the totem pole that he goes. He spent twenty years getting the door slammed in his face, and soon he’s going to realize that the years on that are just going to keep on increasing.

The crowd once again boo loudly as they make their personal opinions known.

Eddie Kingston is a man that tried his hardest to change the vibrational frequencies of his pathetic career. But at Bad Blood, he learned that no matter what he does or says, he will ALWAYS come up short. Eddie Kingston will ALWAYS drop the ball. Eddie Kingston will NEVER reach the mountain top. Eddie Kingston has a lot in common with most of the locker room and all of you fans in attendance today. You are all DREAMERS that never take enough action to see those dreams come true.

Heyman points his chubby fingers to the crowd as they all take his comments personal and boo heavily and in unison. The boos cause the ring to shake as Heyman stifles a laugh and continues his speech.



At Bad blood, Eddie Kingston put his tail between his legs, and he walked up the ramp like a scolded dog. His perfect record no longer exists. The ONE in his 14-1 record is my client. Seth Rollins is the ONLY man on the UWF roster to topple that poor thug from the streets of New York. My client is the ONE to break the streak. That’s right, Seth Rollins was the one would did the unthinkable. It wasn’t Bray Wyatt, it wasn’t the World Champion CM Punk, it wasn’t Ciampa or Rob Conway; no, the ONE who succeeded in destroying that streak is SETH ROLLINS!! Not only is he the undeniable Beast Slayer, but He is also the STREAK BUSTAHHH and the REIGNING, UNDISPUSTED, & ILLUSTRIOUS INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!





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.






Seth Rollins: Eddie Kingston! I hate to say that I told you so, but I TOLD YOU SO!! I loaded enough ammunition in the gun to shoot you down. I studied all your moves and tendencies and defeated you at the same game that you claimed to have mastered. The only true statement that you made is: nothing in life is free. You’re right about that Eddie, you really are. If you’re a remotely intelligent man, then you should have realized that when you woke up out of that daze—the same one that I put you in with the curb stomp. You know, the moment you realized you lost the match as you were staring up into the rafters lying on your little back with the referees shining a light into your glossy eyes. The blasphemous sins you committed on my name led to you paying the ultimate price at Bad Blood.




That fragile little ego was shattered into a million pieces and your undefeated streak was obliterated. Your chances at shining in the limelight in this company have been dimmed significantly. And only one man can say that they damaged your UWF career that bad, and that man is ME!! I will forever be known as the roadblock and the hurdle that Eddie Kingston could not get over. But let’s be real, that shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone on the planet. Only a complete imbecile would doubt my talents and abilities at this point.

But don’t get too down Eddie, there’s no shame in losing to a proud warrior like myself. I’m a master at my craft and you should be honored you even got the chance to share a ring with me and be blessed with my presence to make art. You see, you will always have the Kobe Bryant’s, Lebron James, and the Tom Brady’s. And in the same realm there will always be the Smush Parker’s, and Kwame Brown’s. You will always have the greats, and you’ll always have the mediocre guys just wallowing around like Eddie Kingston and half of the locker room.

Seth pauses so the crowd understands that he is as serious as a heart attack and they boo in response.

The curb stomp is without a doubt the most lethal, dangerous, destructive, and devastating finisher in all UWF history. There is no shame in losing to that move Eddie, countless men have lost to it recently as well: WARHORSE (Former Intercontinental Champion), AJ Styles (Royal Rumble Winner and recent 2x holder of the Intercontinental Championship), Drew McIntyre (Former Prime-Time Medal holder), Bobby Roode (Former Intercontinental Champion, Former World Champion and Royal Rumble Winner), Chad Gable (Current Television Champion) and the list goes on and on. I think you get the point though. I’ve defeated a long list of men that have accomplished more in their careers in significantly less time than you ever could in three lifetimes at the rate you’re going.

Now I admit Eddie, I did have to use my insurance policy (courtesy of the greatest manager in the world) to defeat you. But if I remember correctly, NOBODY CARES! You brought your chunky ass down to the ring a few weeks ago and distracted me in a match, allowing me to fall victim to a low blow and a roll up and you didn’t bat an eye. You and the rest of the world didn’t give two craps about HOW I lost that match. Any complaints or issues about how Eddie lost at Bad Blood will just fall on deaf ears. You opened my mind to the endless possibilities of attaining wins Eddie, so your own demise is nothing more than a product of your own actions against me. You were doomed to be slayed the moment you walked down the ramp and cost me that match. You just didn’t know it until I finally pinned you, something that no one in this company can say that they did.




I have been known to be armed with a sword my entire UWF tenure. But this time I also equipped myself with a shield and that turned out to be the best damn investment I’ve ever made. So UWF Universe, stand up and put your chubby paws together and clap because not only are you staring at greatness right now—but I want to formerly introduce to you, my insurance policy: ROMAN REIGNS!!






Music that hasn’t been heard in years begins to parade through the speakers in the arena and the crowd begins to boo to their hearts content. Some would say he is the sole reason that Eddie lost, some would argue he was doomed regardless. After a long moment, Reigns appears in the crowd, at the top of the staircase by the suits and he looks down on the two men in the ring who helped usher his return. The fans turn as they notice him and begin to point, jeer, and taunt at the UWF Superstar. Reigns just looks and smirks, as he flips a few fans a middle finger and begins to walk on down to the center of the ring.

The Samoan hops the barricade and puts on foot on the steel stairs, and he turns his back and flips off another fan. Reigns laughs to himself as he climbs the steps and enters the ring and joins his associates. Reigns trades a fist bump with Rollins and three men snicker amongst themselves. Seth raises the microphone to his face once more.

Seth Rollins: Ladies and Gentlemen, you all are looking at the best damn insurance policy in all of history!! As a matter of fact—



Eddie Kingston comes out from the back with a mic in hand making a beeline for the ring. He slides in and walks right up to the trio, ready to put them on blast.

“It’s not about winning, it’s not about losing – it was never about the streak. It was never about me going through the entire UWF roster, it was never about me being undefeated, that took on a roll on its own. Never once did I think myself like The Undertaker, never once did I ever let it go to my head. I had a good run – going to throw my hands up here and say that yeah – I liked being undefeated, I like being the one known to be undefeated, I liked the story I had going, twenty years of fighting and clawing my way to the championship, but this is real, this isn’t a story and as such – sometimes life sucks and you defeating me at Bad Blood – it fucking sucked big time. It was the lowest point in my career, not because you defeated me – because you are a heck of a talent, it was the manner that you did it Seth and that – that is something I just cannot let go.

Undefeated or not Seth – you went low. You took the easy way out, you went down and dirty to put me down and heck – I get it. Your Seth Rollins. You’re the best in the world. You are the golden boy of all of UWF. The one that holds it together, the man that runs the show. You going against me, everyone thought you where going to beat me, everyone thought you would take me down – and they where right in a way. Let us not mix up the facts here, you beat me Seth. You pinned me right in the middle of the ring, one, two and three, but we all know that you bitched out. You got your little tribal chief loser who can’t draw against a bunny to come in and do the heavy lifting. You stacked the deck against me, I thought I was going in to take you on Seth – one on one – man to man, but it is clear to me there is only one man here tonight, and it ain’t you and it ain’t the cowards you surrounded yourself with.



Strength in numbers, cannot fault you on that. You got the biggest and baddest Samoan out there and I am still feeling it. I feel like I have been broken in half and my ma was right about me, never was the brightest of them all. You got the numbers Seth, you got a mountain of a man watching your back, but do you think that is going to stop me. You took away my streak – good for you, but all you have done is piss me off. You wanted to end me – you should have done it at Bad Blood. The worst mistake you have ever made in your entire career was leaving some live in me, because I am still standing and that means I can still fight. I can go into that ring now, beat the shit out of you and sure – Roman will come out, Heyman can call out all the dicks he has under his thumb and sure in the end, I will be on my back in a pool of blood, but before that happens Seth – I will take your eye from you, mark my words, an eye for an eye.

You call yourself a kingslayer – your doing a worse job than Jamie Lannister, because here I am, the mad king is still standing, still ticking – still looking to take you on. You beat me – you used all the tricks in the book, but you didn’t do it on your own. A man like you Seth – all the talent in the world and you could not put someone like me, from the streets down for good. I am still standing Seth, I am still in UWF and that means me and you – we still have some unfinished business with one another. You cheated me out of my victory and here I am – out here, looking for another chance. Just one more crack at you, now knowing that I am going up against the numbers, now knowing we got all the Heyman Guys against me, the numbers again me – never gave a shit about that before and don’t give a shit about them now. I know in my heart Seth – I can beat you and the reality of this all is – you know it too.”


The tension in the arena is palpable as the two men stare each other down. Roman however steps in front of Seth but before anything can happen...


Ladies and Gentlemen

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The Owner of UWF steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand. He's ready to step anything before it even gets started.

EC3: Hold on just one second. Now before anything goes down, I've got a few things to say. Eddie, you cashed in your shot at the Intercontinental Championship at Bad Blood and regardless of how it went down... you lost. Obviously you already know that but when someone loses to a champion, they tend to go to the back of the line unless said champion wishes to give you another shot which I don't think Seth wants to do.

Seth shakes his head and laughs, more than happy to not have to deal with Eddie.

EC3: And Seth, I saw that match at Bad Blood and it was a hell of a match but I think I and most of the fans here want to know how it would have gone down had Roman Reigns not got involved.

The crowd pops knowing what this could be leading to.

EC3: Now I'm not exactly the most honorable guy. I've been known to look the other way to make a quick buck or two. I usually don't really care how you get it done so long as you make me money. Keyword there being usually. I told Heyman he was free to hire whoever he wanted but I didn't think he'd stoop this low. Roman, you and I have history. There's a reason I personally fired you not once, but twice. You and your bloodline have been the bane of my existence since the Nitro days and quite frankly, I don't care if it pisses of you and Seth. I'm in the business of making money and the next show is a special one. Halloween Havoc and I'm in need of some big matches. So that's why Seth, you'll be defending your Intercontinental Championship against Eddie Kingston once more, this time in a Steel Cage Match.

Eddie cracks a smile while Seth is losing it, yelling at Heyman and EC3. Heyman tries to calm him down while Roman stares daggers at Carter. Ethan simply fixes his suit and heads to the back with Kingston following him, leaving the trio in the ring to yell among themselves as the show moves on.




The camera cuts and slowly fades into the image of the now infamous Alpha Academy. 



Chad Gable
What do you believe in? What do you have faith in? What is it that gets you up every morning and keeps you going day in and day out? Is it your faith in a better afterlife? Is it your belief that everything you do in this world has a consequence and that you are constantly being judged? Is it your faith in a higher power? Your belief that there is someone... something above you, looking out for you? I know what I believe.  I know what I have faith in. I know what's looking out for me. Our God's come in many different forms and my God is 20 feet by 20 feet. My God is a beautiful creation of rope, steel, canvas and wood. My God will give you everything you've ever wanted. As long as you give my God everything you have. This Ring is not for the weak,  it is not for the unworthy. This Ring is sacred. This Ring is Holy. Every scream, every drop of sweat and blood.. it's all collected. All of it gives it more power. All of it feeds it more. To those that it deems worthy it rewards with endless riches and accomplishments. I know that I have been chosen by this Ring. This Championship proves it. This Ring does not give without taking, however. Nothing this Ring gives is free. For me to remain worthy in the eyes of this Ring, I will have to cleanse this Ring of those that are no longer worthy. Those that's time has spent. Those that have taken the riches of this Ring but not given back to it. Those sinners are all one day called home to face this Rings Judgment and pay their final debt. That is how I honor my Ring. That is how I stay worthy. That is how I remain the Alpha of this Ring. My Ring has spoken to me. It has made it's demands clear and I will follow out it's wishes. My Ring... want's John Cena. It's time to pay the debt. 

All of the flood lights cut out leaving the scene completely bathed in darkness as the feed seemingly moves to elsewhere.






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

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




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

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

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

VS


DING DING DING


The match is underway and Ciampa comes out of the corner ready to end things quick. Swoggle however puts his hands up and tells him to wait. He then rolls out of the ring and walks over to a member of the crowd. He jumps up and snatches a beer from their hand and chugs it before tossing it into the crowd. He's got himself a bit of liquid courage in him now and he walks back up the steps into the ring. He puts up his dukes and gets ready to square up. Ciampa laughs and comes over but Swoggle once again tells him to wait. He points down and tells Tommaso to get down to him face to face. Ciampa obliges him and gets to his knees and mocks him. He even goes as far as to stick his chin out and offer Swoggle a free shot. The elf proclaimed King takes offense to this and just backhands that dumb peasant in the face!


Mauro Ranallo: Uh oh.

Corey Graves: Swoggle deserves whatever is about to happen to him right now.

Tom Phillips: Get out of there Swoggle!


Ciampa head is still turned from the impact of the slap. The audacity of that little bastard. He slowly turns his head to face Swoggle and he's got a death glare. Swoggle tries to book it out of the ring but Ciampa dives forward and grabs him by the leg, pulling him back into the ring. Hornswoggle hangs onto the ropes as best he can and starts kicking his feet. Ciampa is able to get to his feet and pulls Swoggle off of the ropes. He's got the former Television Champion hanging upside down. Swoggle is trying to swing away and wiggle free to no avail. Ciampa instead just straight up punts him, kicking him in the gut and the little man goes flying across the ring, rolling to the outside.


Mauro Ranallo: Good God!

Corey Graves: Haha! Did you see how far he flew!?

Tom Phillips: If I'm the ref, I'm calling this match already to prevent further harm.

Corey Graves: The ref is smart. He knows not to get in Ciampa's way.


Swoggle is writhing around on the ground in pain. Tommaso exits the ring and goes over to scrap him off the floor. He grabs him by the ears and pulls him back up to a vertical base. He's quietly telling him he brought this on himself before he just tosses him against the barricade! A loud thud is heard even in the cheap seats and it only makes Ciampa smile. The ref tries to tell Ciampa to bring it back into the ring but he waves him off. He grabs Swoggle but the self proclaimed King bites down on his hand! Ciampa yells out and punches at him but he's like a feral animal and won't let go. Ciampa picks him up with the other hand and just rams him back first into the steel steps to finally break free! He throws him back into the ring and follows him in for the pin.



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Swoggle kicks out!


Corey Graves: Now why on Earth would he kick out?

Tom Phillips: You know what, you make a good point. He said he doesn't care about losing.

Mauro Ranallo: It's that live or die attitude of all wrestlers. Plus you never know what could happen. He could find himself with another Championship someday and what's a king want more than gold.


Ciampa picks up Swoggle and tries to get him in some double underhooks but his small arms and low center of gravity make it near impossible. He instead picks him up and hangs his feet on the middle rope. There'es however not really enough room to hit the DDT because he's too close to the ropes due to his small legs. Ciampa gets frustrated and instead picks him all the way up in a powerbomb position. He's got him set up for Project Ciampa but Swoggle turns it into a Hurrincanrana! Ciampa rolls up to his knees looking surprised but Swoggle runs up to him right away, jumping at him and hitting the Jumping DDT! He makes the cover!



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It's only a 1 count as Ciampa kicks out! He turns over to his hands and knees and starts to pick himself up but Swoggle comes through with a Cutter! The King has fully gotten his second wind and he runs over to the corner, beginning toi climb to the top rope! Ciampa however isn't as hurt as he maybe expected. He starting to get to his feet. Swoggle's up top on no man's land. He can't do the Tadpole Splash and a crossbody won't be that effective. He doesn't have a lot of time to think and Ciampa is about to turn towards him. Swoggle says fuck it and just leaps off head first like Luigi in Smash Bros! He cracks skulls with Ciampa and they both go down hard! I'm not sure why but Swoggle comes to first and places his arm over Ciampa.



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Ciampa gets the shoulder up! Swoggle lets out a deep sigh but comes back up to his feet. He goes to walk back to the top rope but Tommaso grabs him by the leg and trips him up. Swoggle tries to get free but Ciampa drags him in and just starts punching him over and over again. Swoggle tries to cover up but it's no good. Ciampa just keeps unloading with stiff punches. Swoggle gets his bell rung and goes limp. ciampa doesn't go for the pin, instead just continues to beat the hell out of him until the ref has to intervene and call for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by referee stoppage, Tommaso Ciampa!




Ciampa smiles as he looks down and sees blood coming from Swoggle's nose and mouth. He figures enough's enough and gets up to his feet, raising his blood covered fist in the air. He's making sure everyone saw exactly what he's capable of. Some EMT's come down to the ring to check on Swoggle as Ciampa smiles at his handiwork. The show moves on...




The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. There's no correspondent. No gimmicks. No pomp and circumstance. It's simple and straightforward - CM Punk - the UWF Champion. With his title belt slung over one shoulder, he beckons the camera to come in closer, zooming in on his face to that he can send his message with concision and clarity.



Punk: Ya know, it's kinda funny. When I first came back last January, I felt like everybody wanted a piece of me. The call-outs, the chirps backstage, and the constant slew of run-ins and sneak attacks from guys who just wanted to pull a fast one on me. And hey, I get it. Seems like this company can't go a month without some washed-up has been making their grand return and promising the comeback of all comebacks only to wash out after a pay-per-view cycle. So when CM Punk rose from the dead, the vultures circled looking to pick whatever mean was still left on the bones.

Leaning a little closer to the camera, the voice that normally sounds off like a megaphone at a rally cuts through with a frigid, deliberate near-whisper.

Punk: Except I'm not like everyone else that tried. I did what I said I was gonna do. All the trouble coming my way started to peter out when I picked up the IC belt, and it straight up vanished when I cleared out the G1 Climax in a clean sweep. It's been months since someone I wasn't booked to face already stepped to me. Nobody's calling that shot anymore. Cause now? Now I'm a proven commodity. Now I'm not just the salty ol' legend you can get your rub off of - now I'm the guy who beat the unbeatable champ. I'm the guy who hasn't lost in five months. It's been a minute since I stepped back and counted off the guys in the locker room I haven't been yet, but one thing's for sure, they're not getting up in my face to remind me that I haven't.

Wyatt's gone. Lawler's spent. I need a new Challenger. If you're one of the guys happy just to be on TV and collect a paycheque, or somebody who's willing to settle for the silver and bronze medals we've got on this show, good for you. Don't waste my time. But for everyone else... well... what are you waiting for? Make your move. I'm the easiest man in the company to find cause week in and out, I'm the last person walking through the curtain after I close the show on top. The Second Coming needs witnesses. My legacy needs a body count. Our next pay-per-view needs a marquee match. So step up.

Anyone.

Any time.

Anywhere.

Come find out how you stack up against the Best in the World.

Punk brushes past the camera as he exits the shot, causing the feed to go fuzzy before it cuts out entirely. Revolution continues elsewhere.




Murphy and Kay stand against a black background...

Murphy: At Bad Blood I dropped the dead weight, Sonya Deville. You people are asking "Why?" I mean let me give it to you simpletons in simple-- terms for you to understand. Sonya proved that she did not have what it takes and it's clear as day that I couldn't trust her with a simple task, Don't get in twisted she was useless. First off she lost to Kingston the week before the PPV where she had everything laid out for her, I looked past that but then Sonya cost me the match with Kingston at Summer Slam. She didn't fail me just once but twice. She wanted the match with Kingston to prove her worth but showed that she didn't belong. I really wanted to help Sonya despite her costing me.  I decided to keep quiet on this topic right until at Bad Blood where we saw her failing right in front of our eyes. So I looked to Kay and gave her the nod to say it's time to drop the failed project that was the "main event" Sonya Deville. We all know that the biggest con of Bad Blood was that Conway and his band of lobsters wouldn't hold a candle in a one-on-one situation. We now have to look forward passed this distraction. . .

Tonight on Revolution I go up against former world champion Kevin Nash as he tries his best to not tear his quad getting into the ring, I mean it's prime time and it's my time to win some gold for the cause. I am taking our group in a new direction that is laid with gold. Tonight is my destiny coming to the realization, God himself has blessed me to be the redeemer that will lead the lost of the UWF. The greater cause is what will lead us to a promised land full of gold and accomplishment. We tonight we will redeem the Prime Time Medal for the Greater Cause...



Murphy lifts his hands up welcoming everyone in to the greater cause....




Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!



The epic sound of Wolfgang Van Halen radiated over the arena as we're immediately met with the arrival of Chael Sonnen, who stood upon the entrance ramp with a mixed assortment of cheers, and jeers. After looking over the crowd, Chael would motion his hand as his personal hand picked man, Tom Lawlor would make his arrival onto the scene. Both men fixated on the ring itself. Chael would keep his I don't give a crap demeanor as he ignored all the people down the ramp. On the flip side, Tom would give some of the people their monies, pounding a few fist, clapping a few hands -- The usual stuff, before making his way into the midst of the ring. It isn't long before Chael taps Tom on the shoulder, whispering in his ear. Chael would then make his exit, as a more determined look would creep across the face of "Filthy," Tom Lawlor. One thing was for certain, God have mercy on his opponent.



Chimel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 410 pounds... Tom Lawlor and Chael Sonnen... Team Filthy!

The Mixed Martial Artists heads to their corner, awaiting the arrival of the other competitors.



The crowd boos the second that familiar tune hits the PA. El Dúo Dinámico make their big entrance to zero fanfare, but the luchadors don't seem all that bothered by the spite. It's almost like they're used to it or something.

Chimel: And their opponents... at a combined weight of 347 pounds... El Generico and La Luchadora... El Dúo Dinámico!

Absent their manager Sami Zayn, who is surely watching from backstage right now, the team marches down the ramp then climb into the squared circle, eager to prove themselves in their second match in the UWF. Chimel steps out of the ring and once each team has selected a member to start things off, the Official calls for the bell.



VS


DING DING


It's Lawlor and Generico to begin. The Pale Luchador taunts Filthy Tom, pantomiming a title belt wrapped around his waist and then wagging a finger at his opponent. It's too soon. The hurt's still raw. An angered Tom closes the distance quick, back El Generico into a neutral corner. In attempting to slide out of harms way, he gets caught by Lawlor, who flings him right back against the post. Keeping him pinned against the turnbuckle, Tom gets in a few aggressive elbow shots to the masked mug before going down and ramming his shoulder into Generico's midsection.

Soon enough, the Referee intervenes with a five count to break things up. Lawlor makes the most of it, and it might only be because of the insistence of his teammate / corner man that he has the good sense to back off. Chael shouts at him to calm down and focus. Tom is just able to collect himself in time. With a deep breath, he backs off and paces around a bit, cooling his jets.


Phillips: Tom Lawlor came out hot and heavy - it seems like he's working through some serious emotion right now.

Ranallo: He came out second best in an extremely close title match at Badd Blood. Tom has known nothing but success up until this point, tonight could tell us a lot about how he's going to rebound. With an impressive showing, he could be right back in the title mix.

Graves: Sure, but you can't look past El Dúo Dinámico. They've got a tag team legend coaching them so this match plays to their strengths.


Generico is nursing his ribs when Lawlor comes back at him. This time an evasive maneuver proves more effective - the masked superstar sommersaults out of harms way. Rolling past the Nevadan, Generico then pops right back to his feet behind him and grabs himself a side headlock. He grinds his forearm against the side of Lawlor's head and drops down a bit, really putting his weight into it. Tom tries to slip out to no avail, so he opts to muscle his way through instead.

Planting his feet firm into the canvas, Lawlor shifts position a bit and uses the momentum to send Generico towards the ropes. The luchador bounces back and the Mixed Martial Artists attempts to catch him coming in with a double-leg. Generico sees it coming and leaps over his head, flying over him and then catching some legs on the way down to snag a sunset flip. This leads to a surprise pin attempt, with La Luchadora screaming over at the Referee to hurry up and count it. He hit the mat to do exactly that...



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Lawlor powers out at one! Rolling out harms way, he winds up back by his corner. Chael reaches over for the tag, telling his partner to take a few seconds to get himself back in the zone. Lawlor reluctantly steps through the ropes while Generico takes the opportunity to introduce his own teammate into the contest.

La Luchadora comes over to meet Chael Sonnen right in the middle of the ring. The proud son of Portland shakes his head disapprovingly.


Phillips: The gentleman in Chael doesn't want to hit a woman.

Graves: Don't let him fool ya, Phillips. There's a reason they call him the Bad Guy.


Chael pulls the Referee over to protest, having a quick word about his hesitancy to engage in mixed-gender combat. La Luchadora takes that personally. She steps in to two hand shove Sonnen, but just as she does so, that dirty rotten son of a gun grabs a wrist and pulls her down to the mat, hastily transition into a Fujiwara Armbar just as soon as he has her grounded. Luchadora frantically scrambles to break free before the submission can be fully locked in. Meanwhile Gererico is shouting at the Ref in his native Spanish, demanding he disqualify Sonnen for his underhanded tactics.

Sonnen repositions himself to apply more pressure, but La Luchadora, who may or may not know a little somethin' something' about that very hold, uses that as an opportunity to find an opening and escape. She wiggles free and gets to her feet. Chael follows her there, but takes a knee to the midsection for his troubles. Luchadora looks to follow up with a DDT. Sonnen pushes her back, sending her into the ropes. The Bad Guy avoids contact with her on the rebound, dropping down to his stomach as she rushes past over him. When she comes charging in from the other side, Sonnen catches her with an arm drag.

Being that La Luchadora is a born and raised authentic Mexican luchador, she easily counters that arm drag attempt into one of her own. She sends Sonnen rolling back towards his own corner where a still-irate Lawlor reaches over to tag himself back in. Luchardora looks up to see him storming over like a raging friggin bull and she gets the heck out of dodge, sliding to the outside.


Graves: Smart move to get out of harms way, and if she can get Tom even more riled up, that might throw him off his game entirely.

Ranallo: I'm inclined to agree, though it certainly isn't popular with our sold-out crowd.


It's true. The people boo Luchardora's cowardice. Whether or not that bothers her is impossible to tell with the mask on. Lawlor dares her to come back into the ring, but she doesn't semm enthusiastic about that prospect. He's chomping at the bit to get his hands on someone to cause some damage, but he's too smart to play into her game of taking the action to the outside. Unfortunately for the Filthy One, he's so focused on Luchadora stalling on the outside, he leaves himself wide open to a sneak attack from Generico!

The Orphanage Volunteer blindsides Lawlor from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. The fans boo louder as he stumbles forward. Of course the Official isn't happy either, but before he can let Generico have it, an infuriated Tom Lawlor turns around and spears him to the mat.

Tom easily finds a full mount and unleashes the ground-and-pound on Generico, even though he isn't the legal man. Tom doesn't care. He pummels the heck out of the masked superstar, mixing up forearms and closed fists to absolutely maul his opponent.


Phillips: This is getting out of hand! The Referee is losing control in there!

Ranallo: Here comes Luchadora to save her partner!


Luchadora slides back in the ring and tackles Tom off of Generico. She and Lawlor roll unceremoniously to the side while a battered Generico slowly crawls back towards the apron. Though she's the first back to her feet, Luchadora isn't able to muster an meaningful offense before Lawlor catches her with a knee lift to the midsection. Grabbing hold of her now that she's doubled over, Lawlor is able to execute a massive Gutwrench Powerbomb. He drives Luchadora into the canvas with thunderous force, leaving her stacked up to cover for the pin attempt...



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Luchadora doesn't kick out, Lawlor just isn't finished yet. He deadlifts her up in the same position before dropping down a second time to connect with a second Doctor Bomb! This one lands so hard that it rattles the ring posts. Once again, Tom leans in to effectively turn the landing position into a pinfall. The Official counts it...



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No! Lawlor lifts Luchadora up for a third time, once more with the gutwrench lift, except instead of going for the powerbomb, he flips her up and releases, turning into a suplex of sorts! Luchadora is sent rolling overhead before she slams back down to the mat some five or six feet away. Luckily for her, that's right by her corner. Generico is still looking pretty banged up, but he reaches over to make the tag regardless. It's the same charitable spirit the orphans of Mexico have come to know and love.


Chael tells Tom to stop playing with his food. He says that the match could be done already. If Lawlor can hear him, it doesn't seem to register. Like a shark with a noseful of blood, the Filthy One is in kill-mode now. Before Generico can even step through the ropes, Tom is all over him, blasting away with more strikes that leave the luchador in a heap at the base of the cables. Lawlor then starts to stomp a mudhole in him, using the ropes for leverage. This, of course, brings the Referee in to break things up.

Tom backs off at a the third count, but doesn't offer any quarter. Grabbing Generico's leg, he hauls him towards the center of the ring. The masked superstar kicks up at him, managing to shake him off and create some space. Generico scurries to his feet but right after he gets up, he gets clobbered with a lariat to the back of the neck. This sends him stumbling into the ropes chest-first, and when be bounces back, Lawlor catches him around the waist before nailing a huge German Suplex. He bridges, too...



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Generico just manages to kick out!


Ranallo: My goodness! What a close call!

Phillips: Tom Lawlor is just dishing it out in there!


In escaping the pinfall, Generico sorta rolls over himself backwards. Before he can get balanced and sorted out, the tenacious grappler dives on and in the ensuing struggle,manages to grab hold of the leg. From there, it's no sweat at all for Tom to make his way to the ankle. With that essential joint captured, he begins to torque. El Generico cries out in pain as his tendons are contorted at obscene angles. Lawlor yanks and pulls and throttles with increasing fervor, seeking to snap that thing right off. It's all Generico can to do fight through the pain and make it to the ropes. He just barely manages to reach out and grab the bottom to break up the hold.

The Referee steps in to break things up again. Tom relinquishes his submission and Generico immediately begins to nurse his swollen ankle, his fingers fumbling to loosen his boot strings to alleviate the pressure. Lawlor doesn't give him much time, though, and just moments later he's right back on that ankle. As he slaps on his second Ankle Lock, however, the wrestling boot slips right off of Generico's foot!


Graves: Lawlor's stealing Generico's gear! This is one step shy of going for the mask! Have some respect!

Ranallo: I think it was El Generico who loosened the laces, actually.

Phillips: Something tells me this isn't just an accident...


Lawlor drops the boot as he awkwardly stumbles and trips over backwards, caught totally of balance and thrown off by the momentum of it all. Generico rushes tog et back to the safety of his home corner and seeing this, Chael reaches over the ropes and tags himself in, knowing he's in a better position to cut it off. Sonnen hurries through the ropes and chases Generico down, but just as he's coming up on him, the luchador snatches up the loose boot and clocks Sonnen across the head with it! The Referee misses the whole thing cause, you guessed it, La Luchadora's causing a ruckus and has him looking the other way.

With Sonnen dazed, Generico snags a quick roll-up outta nowhere. La Luchadora turns the Ref around so that he can see it, and with no knowledge of the shenanigans, he drops down to count it. He assumes the boos from the crowd are bias rather than a cry for justice as his hand slaps the mat...



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DING DING





YOUR WINNERS...
EL DUO DINAMICO!


Generico wastes no time in fleeing the scene when Lawlor pops right back up and gives chase. He meets Luchadora on the outside heading up the ramp. Tom stops, shoots a glare and then bends over to check on Chael, who isn't quite sure what hit him or why the match is finshed now.


Graves: See? What did I tell you. No matter how talented Tom Lawlor is and how clever Chael Sonnen may be, it just isn't enough to compete against the coaching prowess of Sami Zayn. His team is showing some serious promise.

Phillips: They got their butts kicked for five minutes and then cheated to win!

Graves: Oh so a wardrobe malfunction is cheating now? You're such a prissy, coastal elitist, Phillips.

Ranallo: Lawlor was in a bad mood heading into this bout, I can't imagine this result will help him feel better. It will be interesting to see how he rebounds from consecutive defeats in the coming weeks.

Filthy Tom helps Chael up and the both of them stare down El Dúo Dinámico as they slowly back up the ramp, laughing Hispanically all the way. Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene opens up and the newly assembled trio of Heyman, Rollins, and Reigns are gathered in the backstage area. The three are engaged in a conversation as the UWF cameras peak in and record on sight.

Paul Heyman: In seven days, that illiterate street thug is going to challenge you once more THAT very title! I don’t even have to ask because I already know—

Seth Rollins cuts him off before he can even finish.

Seth Rollins: You are damn right I’m ready for the rematch of the lifetime. This time it’s going to be inside of a solid steel cage. I’ll get the opportunity to inflict as much pain on his body as I want before him one more time. When I’m through with him inside of that cage, there won’t be a person on the face of this planet that question who the better man is. Besides, even if I were to come close to losing, I’ve got the best insurance that money can buy in Roman Reigns watching from afar.

Seth pats Roman on the back who smirks in return.



Roman Reigns: You goddamn right about that.

Paul Heyman: Yes, that’s exactly what I want to hear. Now I’m not one to look forward past the task at hand. But tonight, there will be a brand-new holder of the Prime Time Championship. I’m sure you’re aware?

Seth Rollins: It doesn’t matter who gets a chance to gun for me. The same fate awaits them. It doesn’t matter if it’s Kevin Nash or Buddy Murphy, I’ll beat them both. Hell to be honest, neither of them even deserve a shot at me, especially a man who hasn’t even been in the company for longer than a week. What you did in your past tenures are irrelevant, especially when you’re 62 years old. But at the end of the day, it’s doesn’t matter. I’ll beat anyone who dares to step up to the plate and it’s going to start with Eddie once again. I shatter his undefeated streak, and now I’m going to shatter his soul.

Paul Heyman: Good.. now that will put the entire locker room and the world on notice. There is a new gang that is running the town, and anyone that steps up will get demolished like a ran sacked building. Now I’m about to get out of here, I hate this city and there’s no match on the card worth watching tonight. Last thing I want to see is CM Punk take on a bisexual Viper in the main event—yuck!

Roman Reigns: I’m going to grab a drink at the bar down the road before I fly out if anyone wants to join?

Seth Rollins: I’m going to stay here and watch the Prime-Time Medal match up close. See if the grandma is moving around the ring any better than he did 30 years ago.

Roman Reigns: Aight, well you enjoy that, I’m sure it’ll be an absolute classic.

Roman and Heyman exchange a laugh and exit the room while Seth sits down, grabs a remote and turns the television on. UWF rolls on to the next segment.




The UWF universe is having a great time. The cheers from the crowd are excited when all of a sudden the lights go out. The fans are quiet when all of a sudden

5...4...3...2...1


The fans cheer as they know that sound the sound of the Final Countdown but the full song doesn’t play and it stops than the screen explodes into bright red and white colors and ‘Born for Greatness’ blares over the PA System



Bryan Danielson’s name blares on the titantron and out comes the former UWF Champion to the stage as the fans erupt.



Bryan is out with the biggest smile in his life. The fans are chanting YES, but Bryan isn’t going along with it as he just walks down the ramp. Bryan enters the ring and he has a microphone handed to him. The fans though won’t let him speak “Welcome back” chants reign over the former champion. Bryan Danielson smiles and as the crowd contains their excitement he begins to speak

Bryan Danielson: Who saw this coming?

Fans cheer and Danielson does his trademark overexaggerated laugh and he smiles as he begins to speak

Bryan Danielson: I know it has been a while since you’ve seen me in this ring. I know it has been a while quite frankly since I have been….. Home.

The fans cheer as Danielson lets them soak in that word. Home. Danielson goes and he speaks once the crowd calms down.



Bryan Danielson: For the longest time I felt some sort of weird bitterness to this company. The three letters instead of making me happy they just made me sick and angry. And I don’t like being angry at least not here when it comes to professional wrestling. Professional wrestling gave me almost everything in life. The UWF especially almost gave me everything in life. I didn’t want the last memory of not only me but Daniel Bryan being a person who was upset and bitter. I want you guys to remember me as one of the best Wrestlers in the world.

I know that sounds silly especially when you pull up my resume here in the UWF. You look at the titles the accomplishments. Heck, I’m in the hall of fame. I am a hall of famer for this company but however, I just feel like something is missing. There is something that isn’t complete here in the UWF. When watching AJ Styles vs Rey Mysterio though wrestle their hearts out in a career vs career match I realized what was missing. I was missing that competition.

The reason why we sacrifice our bodies and put in those blood sweat, and tears is for the sake of competition. I missed that feeling and ultimately I wanted to change the narrative about me for so long. For years I have been the little engine that could. You think I can you think I can. Will I do it? Can I do it? Was always the question people ask when watching me.

I don’t want people to say that anymore I want them to watch me in this ring and say Bryan Danielson is the best wrestler they have ever seen. I want you people to cheer and acknowledge me as the best. I want you guys to see the best. I don’t swear often and I promised my wife if I did I would say cover the kid’s ears. So honey this is the chance to do this while I say to this. BRYAN FUCKING DANIELSON IS BACK.

YES chants break out and the fans start chanting it and Bryan smiles but he continues to speak

Bryan Danielson: Okay now here is the sour news I really don’t like that chant.

Fans give a mixed reaction.

Bryan Danielson: Now hear me out. It isn’t that it is bad. But that chant reminds me of the underdog Bryan. I want that to go away. I know it won’t I know it will take time but just letting you know I am not the same underdog in years past. I am one of the best and I am looking to prove that because tonight I have my eyes glued to the main event. CM Punk has the belt we all looking to grab, and Randy Orton he is a man who does whatever he wants no matter how much he may hurt the business. Randy what you did to Rey Mysterio was disgusting and not what professional wrestling should be about. But just know whether you’re the TV Champion, the Intercontinental champion it doesn’t matter. Bryan Danielson wants to wrestle you and become the best in the world. So ladies and gentlemen thank you. Thank you for the time you have given me. Thank you and I can’t wait to be out here again.

Born for greatness blares in the background as the fans cheer for the return of the American Dragon




We’re walking around backstage, making our way downtown so to say. We suddenly turn into a corridor and see a door frame with a closed door, just in the middle of the room, empty space borders the edge of the door.

The cameraman pushes on the door as it swings open as we see Kevin Nash sitting down at a tale playing solitaire. He looks up to the man walking in on him, and shark smiles wide.

Kevin Nash: Well hello there! Make yourself at home, pull up a chair, brother.

The cameraman follows Nash’s request, pulling up a chair and sitting down to try and maintain this kind reasonable attitude Kevin is passing off to us.



I sure know I have. Only just got back through the door and I’m about four games deep. Back in this little shindig as well. Really missing some backup to play some other damn game other than solitaire but I’m not phased, frankly I’m starting to like it and see why all the cool kids vow to be lone wolves, distant floating enigmas in the wind…

Or something like that.

I don’t know, I’ve never bought into it, guy. I mean look at all the guys who’ve pulled that type of thing on a person, it really makes you nauseous when you get down to the numbers of it all. I haven't seen one familiar face since I was last here, at least not one that wanted to distance themselves from who they were then. I don’t run, I wasn’t born for it. I was born just to kick ass and take gum sponsorships, and there’s no shame in that.

Frankly, it doesn’t put you behind any man in that locker room. Talk about spirit, talk about hard work, my ass. The only thing they should be worrying about is keeping their eyes healthy after staring directly at those lights. It kinda brings me the whole reason I’ve got a beef with this place now, but mind you, everyone does somehow.

Kevin lays down a card, picking up another, continuing on his card game while talking in a very metaphorical manner without any air of pretentious angst.

Demons, ghouls, fiends, rats, dogs, I don’t care what they are, they probably should be in a zoo instead of the ropes, brother. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to bar people because they’re different, but when people are out here tryna pull some creepy freaky shit, I don’t want none of that brother. I ain’t a damn coward in the face of all these devilish creatures, I used to take my son out to the scariest neighbourhoods and they packed a helluva lot more of a punch than these buffoons.

No, I just want to peel that personality mask off those dudes. It’s foolish, I don’t even know if Seth is still under that, but tonight I have a shot at the Prime Time medal, and we all know by now that could very well lead to a shot for the belt itself. This was a clause in my return and I’ve had many people ask me why the Prime Time medal, why that very one in particular? It’s purely because I want to punch through these hollow gaps people leave in No Man’s Land and make them REALLY scream.

I’ve heard a few other champs have their eyes already on Big Daddy Cool, but it’s really a mistake on their part. I feel bad for them honestly. After I continue on, steam training ahead, choo choo, I won’t be taking any prisoners so don’t expect mercy.

Nash laughs, continuing to play the game.

If you expected it though, you clearly don’t know me well enough by now. I’ll say their names again, Gable, Rollins, Punk, watch where you step because the next one might be a land mine that you won’t be able to recover from anytime soon. As for that Aussie tonight, I’m sure he knows who he thinks he is, I’m sure he’s got his pride, his confidence and all the other add-ons you could throw on him but what does that mean when your back is flat against the canvas and you’re seeing stars?

I don’t wanna be cliché here fellas, but he’s got a Jackknife with his name on it, and despite all that mounting up on him, what’ll it mean when it comes down to it? I’ll be damned if I see the day it does.

We head elsewhere, cutting off from this segment.




We cut from the feed to a scene in a warm climate. The camera pans over the area and it appears to be in Athens, Greece. The statues all shown of ancient philosophers and warrior kings alongside great mythcial heroes. The camera soon nestles on 'The Conman' Rob Conway who stands side by side with the marble statue.



Rob Conway: Isn't it wonderful? - one of the greatest minds of our species, chiselled purely from the finest stone - the six pack, the pecs... and this statue isn't too bad either, but it ain't Rob Conway.

Conway laughs as he turns to face the camera.

Miss me?, see this week 'The Conman's personal business advocate Maryse has negotiated 'The Conman' some time off to rest and recuperate in the sun of a country very befitting to such a legendary hero, Greece. You see, 'The Conman' is just like the heroes of Ancient Greece. Noble, brave, intelligent and one damn handsome man, which means it's only fitting that 'The Conman' stands among these legendary heroes and let's face it, it won't be long until there's statues carved of Rob Conway whether it be here, or anywhere else in the world for that matter. I mean did you guys see Bad Blood? - The Contourage laid waste to Buddy Murphy's little gang and left them not only defeated but a member down when they showed their own disloyalty and distrust when they kicked Sonya Deville to the curb. See, I heard Buddy Murphy wants another shot at 'The Conman' one on one, an when I'm done topping up my tan and sampling the philospphies of men far greater than Buddy Murphy I'll give him his shot but let's face facts, it's already a forgone conclusion. See Buddy Murphy showed us all what he is, and that's a rat, plain and simple, a little slimy Australian rat that doesn't deserve to share not only the same ring as 'The Conman' and The Contourage but the same company. Buddy Murphy showed us all his true colours when he turned his back on Sonya Deville but when it comes down to it - it won't make a lick of difference because Buddy Murphy is half the man... no... quarter... actually, scratch that, Buddy Murphy ain't one iota the man that Rob Conway is and that will always be the case.

Conway looks around.

See all around me we see champions. Olympic champions, Zeus's heroes and it's made me think... it's about damn time Rob Conway got his shot at the UWF Championship. I've been saying it for months, but week in week out 'The Conman' is looked over for lesser men. For example, remember when Rob Conway pinned Tom Lawlor?... because Ethan Carter obviously didn't when he gave him the title shot despite his illegal choke hold he used to supposedly 'beat' The Conman'. And remember when Rob Conway pinned then UWF Champion Bray Wyatt and softened him up for CM Punk to take the gold?, because obviously Ethan Carter didn't when he put me in the ring with little Chad Gable who got a fluke win over 'The Conman' - but only to get rid of that deadweight TV Title. See from day one 'The Conman' and The Contourage has been focused on one thing and one thing only and that's bringing the UWF Championship belt around the chiselled, ripped golden waist of a real man and a real champion. We've laid waste to all those who've stood before us and just like the great Hercules I've used my strength to vanquish all foes... I've just looked really really great while doing it. Hall of Famers, future champions, former champions, you name them, I've beat them so it begs to question... when?... when oh when will I have my opportunity? Let's face it, CM Punk isn't bringing this company any profits, 'The Conman' heard attendance figures are down worldwide and you know how we remedy that?, we take that title away from that skinny fat little weasel with a big mouth... and put it around the waist of the true face of UWF and a man soon to be regarded as the great hero who saved professional wrestling itself... it's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when and when that moment comes you better believe Rob Conway's writing his name in the annals of the greatest heroes of our time when he dethrones CM Punk and shows the whole world what a real World Champion really looks like. And for the record?, I'll do it my way... the CON-WAY.

Conway lowers his sunglasses and stares into the camera as we go elsewhere.




The arena lights start flashing red, white and blue, as the titan tron comes to life with the largest advertisement for the Alpha Academy.



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



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 202 pounds, The American Alpha.. The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable!!

Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.



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



He's salutes to the UWF Universe

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

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

VS


DING DING DING


Gable and Cena carefully circle around one another. With the Television Championship on the line, neither man is willing to go right at the other in case of a slight mistake. They raises their hands to each other, feeling up a test of strength but Gable quickly moves in and goes behind Cena, putting him in a waistlock. He pushes him forward into the ropes, already going for Chaos Theory but Cena hangs on causing Gable to roll back up to his feet. He comes running at John but gets his block rocked with a massive Clothesline that turns him inside out. Cena flex's and Eve shoots him a smile on the outside.


Tom Phillips: Cena looking confident after picking up two straight wins, a big one at Bad Blood at that.

Corey Graves: Hey broken clock is right twice a day. Those two wins are what got him this opportunity but the clock that is Cena's recent run is about to wind down courtesy of the God of the Ring.


Cena spends too much time showing off that he doesn't notice Gable get back to his feet and kick him in the side of the head with a Dropkick. Cena stumbles over to the ropes where Gable Clothesline him to the floor below. Cena lands on his feet but his balance is off. He's tumbling around and so Chad exits out onto the apron. He climbs to the top rope before jumping back, taking out Cena with a Moonsault! The crowd may not like Gable but the display of athleticism has them on their feet clapping. Gable pays them no mind as he picks up Cena and tosses him back into the ring.

Cena is trying to get to his feet but Gable slides back in and takes him out at the knee with a Chop Block. John grabs his knee but Gable takes his leg and places him in a Heel Hook. Cena is in pain and tries to sit up but Gable starts kicking him back down with one of his legs. Cena powers through the barrage and reaches Gable's arm, using his power to pull him and and just punch him in the face to break free. He slowly gets to his feet but Gable is there to kick the leg from behind. John tries to limp away but Gable grabs him and takes his leg, bending it over his knee before lifting him up in the air and delivering a Shin Breaker followed by an Overhead Belly to Back Suplex! Gable moves in for the pin.



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Cena kicks out! Gable brings him back up but Cena fights back with some shots to the midsection. He's building some momentum back but Gable delivers a Knee Lift to stop him. He whips him to the ropes but Cena's leg gives out and he falls to the second rope. Gable just laughs and casually walks up to him. Cena however powers up and lifts Chad up onto his shoulders and tosses him to the outside. Gable hangs on and lands on the apron. He goes to throw a forearm shot but Cena blocks his attack and punches him instead. Gable gets rocked and Cena is able to grab a hold of him and lift him straight in the air on one leg to give him a Suplex to the inside of the ring!


Mauro Ranallo: The power and heart of John Cena always makes him a formidable opponent.

Corey Graves: I'll admit, he's definitely got that going for him but his actual physical body isn't bulletproof. He may have been able to get Gable up but let's see how long he can keep that up with one good leg.


Cena reaches down and grabs his leg instead of going for the cover. He drags himself over to the ropes and massages his leg but Gable is already stirring. He's able to hoist himself up with the help from the ropes but Gable comes running at him. A Back Elbow to the face has Gable stagger back a few steps and a Jumping Shoulder Tackle takes him down. Usually Cena can string together a few of these but he's not quick enough to get back to his feet with the injured leg. Gable quickly rushes in and hits a Snap DDT! He makes the pin!



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Cena kicks out! Gable holds his head as he can't believe Cena have kicked out and he goes over to argue with the referee. As he turn around, Cena hit him with several punches and he whips him to the ropes. Chad bounces of the ropes as Cena hits him with a sit out hip toss and Gable is down. Cena taunts him with the "You Can't See Me" and he bounces off the ropes as he wipes off his shoulder. Then he hits the Five Knuckle Shuffle. Cena hook the leg and the referee counts.



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and a kick out by Chad. Cena walk over to the corner and he waits for Chad. He see Gable slowly getting up and he waits for Chad to turn around. Gable get up as he turns around and then Cena grabs him. John Cena looks to finish Gable off as he lift him on his shoulder and he is about to  hit him with the Attitude Adjustment. But Chad slips out of the Attitude Adjustment and he hits John's knee with a quick knee strike. Cena is down as Chad grabs it and he place John into the Ankle Lock. Cena is screaming in pain as Chad is tightening the hold and the referee ask Cena if he give up. He said no as Cena is holding onto the ring mat and he is screaming in pain. Gable put on the pressure as he tries to break Cena's injured ankle. The referee walk over to Cena and he hold his arm. Then he drops it and no response.



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The referee lift up John's hand and he drop it. Then Cena's hand starts shaking and he slowly crawl over to the ropes. He keep on pushing himself forward as Chad is tightening the hold and Cena is screaming in pain. Then Cena finally reach the ring ropes as he grab it and Chad let go of the Ankle Lock. Cena is holding his broken ankle as Chad is extremely upset that John didn't give up yet. He is waiting for Cena to get up as Cena slowly get up and Chad grab him from behind. He is about to hit him with a German Suplex as Cena back elbow him and Chad let go of him. Then John pick Chad up as he does the "You Can't See Me" Taunt and then he is about to hit the move. All of a sudden, his knee gave out and Cena let go of Chad. Cena hold his knee as Chad grab him and he use the opportunity to hit the Chaos Theory on John. Then he hook the leg and the referee count the pin,



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and still UWF TV Champion by pinfall......Chad Gable !..



The referee hand Chad the UWF TV Championship belt as he raise his hand and Chad is smiling before the referee let go of his hand. Chad raise both of his hands into the air along with the UWF TV Championship. Chad stares into the camera and he screams.

Alpha Academy BABY! I told you! I am the God of the Ring!

Chad Gable turn around and he see Cena sitting down in the middle of the ring holding his broken ankle as he walk over to him. He attack Cena from behind as he stomp on him and then he grab his ankle. He place him in the Ankle lock as he tighten the hold and John Cena is tapping out while he is screaming in pain. Chad eyes goes crazy as he keep on tightening the hold and he wouldn't let go. Then the referee come to him as they try to stop him and he yell at them to go away. They try to pull him away from Cena as Chad wouldn't let go and then Chad let go. He raise both of his hands up as the referee and medical staff go to John Cena. They attend to him while Chad slide himself out of the ring with the UWF TV Championship and he is walking away with a huge smile on his face.

Mauro Ranallo: Oh My God, he is trying to break Cena's ankle!

Tom Phillips: You know that will sure leave a mark!

Corey Graves: That is all Alpha Academy is all about. He is sending a warning to everyone in the locker room.

The scene fades and ends with Cena being attended to by the paramedics inside the ring while Revolution continues.




The scene opens with a dark room and little light bulb flickering. Then it shows a man and he come out of the shadows as it reveal to be none other than the Viper himself.


Hello UWF, it’s me, Randy Orton. I honestly know you are wondering what happened last week. You all are full of questions. What happened to Randy? Did you hesitate at the last minute? Did you lose your grip and throw the match away? Did you decide to quit and give up your dreams of winning the UWF TV Championship? The answer to your question is no. I didn’t give up. I honestly admit I lost fair and square to Chad Gable last week. I must admit that he has been impressive since we last fought in this ring. As much as he and I don’t get along. I must say he has earned my respect. But Chad, don’t get it twisted that just because you have got the upper hand in defeating me makes you better than me. No, you may have won this battle. But the war is just the beginning. As you see, your UWF TV Championship isn’t the only championship that I am planning to go after. I am also going after other championships, especially the UWF Championship itself.

So just because we are tied one to one. It doesn’t mean we are finished. We both still have unfinished business to attend to. In the near future, I can promise you that the results will be different when we both meet again in this very ring. I promise you that not only you will have your blood stain all over this ring. You will also get your bones broken and face bruised when I get my hands on you. You will suffer every little pain that I will inflict on you because of the consequences that you will face when you mess with the Viper. Until then, enjoy your time as UWF TV Championship for now because the clock is ticking and your time is almost up.

Now, let’s move to my opponent for tonight, It is the UWF Championship himself CM Punk. The leader of the Second Coming and The Best In The World. The same guy who has his lap dog giving him a helping hand to win his matches. The same one who kept rubbing his seven months undefeated streak into his opponents’ faces. The same one who wants somebody to step up to the plate and try to steal the UWF Championship away from him. Phil, you have to understand. All your talk that comes out of your big mouth is all full of shit. As you see, you are wondering why nobody in the back is taking your challenge seriously. They already know you are a joke. Many of them don't give a damn what you say. Heck, they don’t give a shit if you are the UWF Champion. Some of them are just huge wimps that are afraid to accept your challenge. Do you want to know why? It is because they don’t have the guts to step up to the plate and try their best to dethrone you as UWF Champion. Most of them have tried. But you have seen what happened to them. They have lost and they have disappeared out of plain sight, Some of them decide to call it quits and go into retirement. While others are waiting and fighting all their lives to await a huge opportunity to face you. They still couldn’t take the ball and run with it. Heck if EC3 can try to come out of retirement and compete against you for your UWF Championship if he wanted to. But he doesn’t want to. So the only difference between me and the boys in the back is they are afraid of you. I am not afraid of you.

You and I have faced each other several times. So we both know what we are both capable of doing. That is why we both respect the heck out of each other because we are the OGs of UWF unlike the young boys in the back. You already know that I am capable of becoming a UWF Champion one day. You know I have the ability and caliber of becoming a real champion. You know deep down that I will do anything to get what I want. No matter how many bones I break or how many victims I devour. I will do it in a heartbeat to get what I deserve in UWF. There isn’t a man or woman alive to stop me from achieving my ultimate goal. So you want somebody to step up to the plate and accept your challenge. Well, here I am. CM Punk, you better be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.

At Revolution, I am going to show you why I deserved to become UWF Champion. I also am going to prove to you that I am going to be one of the toughest competitors that you will face in UWF. After tonight, you are not only going to face a different Randy Orton. You will face the more dangerous and hungrier Viper looking to devour his opponents for gold. You are going to meet your maker and pay the piper. Because tonight, you will face your number one contender for the UWF Championship and his name is Randy Orton.

The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton giving a evil smirk.








Buddy comes down the ramp as he looks down to his feet, Murphy stands still for a moment as the tension rises throughout the arena. Murphy looks to his lift as Billie Kay walks forwards, Murphy looks up before he continues down the ramp. . .

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


Murphy gets to the ring where he climbs up the steel steps he places his arms out to the side before leaning back into the rope and flipping into the ring. . .



Buddy looks on as Kay takes her spot corner side, Murphy looks back as he nods in apporval as he awaits his opponent. . .



The sound of a lighter being lit up and a drag being taken echoes into the arena as we suddenly cut into a very 80s build up, sending us up and up with a bit more anticipation coming by the second. The riff cuts through and we know there’s only one thing that means, Kevin Nash is up in the house. The King of Cool walks through the curtain, walking to the top of the ramp then looks around the place to see what’s going on out here.



Nash starts walking down the ramp, on his way down to the ring for a dang fine contest tonight. He checks his tape, confers some words with front rowers here at the show tonight and walks on by, up to the steps.

Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at 328 lbs, the “King of Cool”, Kevin Nash!

Kevin Nash climbs through the ropes and then raises his arm up and soaks it all in. He slowly lowers his arm all the way back down and backs off into a corner, looking in and awaiting a bit of playtime, bubba.

VS


DING DING DING


Murphy charges right at Nash but the big man goes to lay him out with a Big Boot right away! Murphy ducks under it and hits the ropes coming back with a Jumping Forearm Smash. Nash is briefly knocked off balance but he doesn't go down. Buddy starts kicking his legs, trying to chop down the tree but the former UWF Champion pushes him back with a simple shove. Murphy comes running back with a Jumping Knee Strike but Nash catches him in mid air. He shakes his head as if you say big mistake before placing his hand around his throat and sending him back down to the mat with a Chokeslam! Big Daddy Cool simply places his boot over him to make the pin.



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A quick kickout due to the lackadaisical cover. Nash isn't flustered by it. He goes to pick up Murphy but Buddy comes alive and starts delivering more kicks to the leg. All these kicks seem to be getting to Nash as he hobbles away. Murphy stays on him and starts throwing forearm to back him into the corner. Nash once again shoves him away but Murphy just comes right back with a Big Boot in the corner! Murphy had to practically jump 2 feet in the air just to get his foot to reach Nash's face but it works as the big man falls down on all fours. Murphy takes a few steps back for giving him a Bicycle Knee to the side of the head! Nash goes down and Murphy makes the pin!



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Nash kicks out! He starts to come to right away and so Murphy just starts attacking him with clubbing blows to the back to keep him down. Big Kev powers through the hits and suddenly pops back up to his feet, managing to catch Murphy up onto his shoulders! The Aussie WMD is trying to wiggle free by kicking his feet and punching at Nash but Kevin brings him over to the corner to deliver Snake Eyes! Buddy's face bounce off the turnbuckles and Nash scoops him up to deliver a sidewalk Slam! He stays on him for the cover!



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Murphy kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Murphy has proven that he can go toe to toe with anyone but the sheer size of Kevin Nash has proven to be tough for him.

Mauro Ranallo: That's one of the things I think most people will be unprepared for. The UWF has the best athletes but the pure size and veteran mind of Kevin Nash is going to be a lot for people to handle.


Nash ain't here to put on a match of the year. He opts to pick up Murphy and places his head between his legs. He's ready for the quick payday as he hoists him up in a powerbomb position but Buddy starts to rain down punches to the top of his head. Nash stumbles around a bit and Murphy flips upside down for a Hurrincanrana except Nash doesn't go down! Big Kev powers Murphy right back up but Buddy shoots himself over him and flips him upside down with a Sunset Bomb! The whole ring shakes from the impact and Murphy has him pinned to the mat!



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Nash gets the shoulder up at 2!


Mauro Ranallo: Murphy just almost caught him right there!

Tom Phillips: Can you imagine finally making your comeback to the UWF only to lose in your re-debut?

Corey Graves: There's no shame in losing to Buddy Murphy and I honestly expect it. How long as Nash been out of the game? You can't just waltz back into THE place with the best competition in the world.


Murphy goes to pick up Kevin but's just dead weight at this point. He gives him a few slaps to wake him up and Nash starts to pick himself up. Murphy is quick to give him a knee strike to the head that dazes him. He then sweeps Nash's arm through his own legs and tries to set him up in the pumphandle position but Nash is just too big for him to get him up. Big Kev instead rushes forward and squishes Buddy into the corner with a Shoulder Thrust. He then takes his boot and lifts it up, placing it across Murphy's throat and chokes him out, Murphy's feet dangling and kicking as the ref begins the count. Nash lets go before he even reaches 4 and backs away with his hands in the air. He comes back towards Murphy but He gets his boot up and kicks him in the face! Nash is dazed but a Superkick to the knee drops him down to one and another Bicycle Knee to the face lays him out! Instead of going for the pin, Murphy goes up to the top. He's getting himself set but as he's doing so, none other than Simon Dean comes riding down the ramp on his Simon Scooter.




Tom Phillips: What's this clown doing here?

Corey Graves: Hey whatever he's selling it's working, just ask Conway. Maybe he's here to give Buddy a free sample. Or maybe he'll save Nash from tearing another quad.


Murphy starts arguing with him but it's Billy who comes over and gets in his face. The two are jacking jaws and the poor souls sitting in the front rows just have to listen to it. Nash is back up on his feet and catches Murphy with a right to the side of the head. Murphy is knocked off balance and so Nash goes underneath him and grabs his legs. He walks with him to the center of the ring and just tosses him down with the Jackknife Powerbomb! Kay yells out while Simon smiles and scoots back up the ramp, satisfied that his distraction paid off while the ref makes the count.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Primetime Medal owner, Kevin Nash!




Nash is handed the medal and he raises it up high for all to see. Murphy sits up with help from Key and they look towards the ramp where Simon Dean has met up with Rob Conway who's come out onto the stage. He smiles and flexes his guns, telling Murphy he'll see him next week as the show moves on.





The scene opens up to Roman Reigns inside a hole in the wall bar having a cold one to himself. There are a few people drinking near him at the bar, and a few people playing pool and darts over yonder. The bartender asks Reigns if he wants another beer and he turns her down but tells he wants a shot of tequila instead. He’s also still working on a large mug of beer. He down’s the shot easily, with no salt or lime and washes is down with some beer. He glances at his iPhone before putting it back into his pocket, and he gets approached by two people, and the camera pans on them..

Bradshaw: Well I’ll be damned! If if isn’t The Big Dog himself, Roman Reigns!

Roman turns and faces Bradshaw who is by his lonesome. Roman gives him a fist bump.

Bradshaw: I didn’t think you’d ever return to the UWF! Especially not to be Seth Rollins’ bitch.

Roman slaps the table and turns and stares a hole at Bradshaw.

Roman: What the hell did you just say to me?

Bradshaw: Now it was just a joke you know. I’m sure a guy your size can take a few off those. I mean it seems like it’s just the Samoan thing to be a bodyguard or a bag holder for another man. Isn’t that Samoa Joe is doing now too? Are they only hiring Samoans?

Roman: You got one more time Bradshaw—just one.

Bradshaw: Now relax now, I just came to get a drink with ya. I mean, I was a big fan of Eddie and his work. I was really pulling for son of a bitch to finally win some gold. And he was undefeated? But you just had to return and mess that up huh? Well cheers any way to ya. I’m sure Eddie will beat Seth’s ass next week if you don’t interfere again.

Roman gets fed up with the slick remarks from Bradshaw and he grabs his beer mug and slams it on Bradshaw’s head. Bradshaw immediately bleeds from a cut on his skull and goes to retaliate against Reigns. Reigns stands up and blocks the punch and begins to hammer Bradshaw with rights and lefts. Bradshaw gets dazed but eventually delivers a stern kick to the chest of Roman which freezes him. Bradshaw delivers another kick to Roman’s stomach and begins to clobber his back with repeated forearm blows. Roman pokes Bradshaw in the eyes and then delivers an uppercut. Reigns irish whips Bradshaw face first into the dart board across the bar.



Bradshaw is stunned as he wobbles backwards, and Reigns jumps onto the bar and goes FLYING OFF!! Reigns sticks Bradshaw in the jaw with a SUPERMAN PUNCH then further staggers the businessman who drops to one knee. Bradshaw somehow gets back to a vertical basis, but he immediately eats another SUPERMAN PUNCH! Bradshaw goes flying and the back of head bangs off of the pool table. Bradshaw covers himself in the fetal position on the ground. The bartenders and other patrons are screaming and going crazy but Reigns isn’t finished. He reaches across the bar and grabs two full bottles of liquor and slams them both on the back of Bradshaw’s head. Reigns lifts the pool table and throws it on top of Bradshaw before calmly leaving the bar. The bartenders and other patrons and in shock as The Big Dog leaves the bar a mess, and leaves Bradshaw in a bloody mess in the center of the bar.




The feed takes us backstage where former UWF Champion Dolph Ziggler is standing by.



DOLPH ZIGGLER
I know what you're thinking. What's this guy doing here? Why is Dolph Ziggler hanging around backstage? Is this bum going to be on commentary again? Look, I get it. People around here don't like me. I can't say I blame them. Was I one of the most dominant athletes in the history of this company? Absolutely. Did I use a lot of dirty tricks to make it to the top? You bet your ass I did. I'm not going to deny that fact, because in the very least, I'm capable of being honest. That's a lot more than you can say about a lot of the guys who walk through the halls of these arenas and compete in that UWF ring.

Ziggler pauses for a moment.

So why am I here? Well, it's simple, really: to settle an old score. See, I've got an axe to grind. The guy on top of this company is an old rival of mine, and way back when, he had my number. Final Battle, 2016: CM Punk and Dolph Ziggler fought their way to the finale of the G1 Climax and who came out on top? Well, it wasn't me, I'll tell you that much. But Punk went on and he lost his championship opportunity, and then he fell off the wagon. One relapse, a few failed comeback attempts and a fat Samoan bodyguard later, the man who calls himself the Best in the World is at the top of the best wrestling promotion in the world and trying to prove to everyone he belongs there. So far, so good, right? He's handled all comers. The man has the confidence to appear on UWF television and tell the world that he's confident he can beat anyone, and that nobody's calling the shot on him.

Dolph grins.

Well guess what, Punk? It's time you put your money where your mouth is. Because I'm coming back to the UWF, and I've got only one mountain on my mind. It doesn't matter how long the climb is or how many obstacles get thrown in my way, sooner or later, you and I are going to have our next dance and this time, it's going to be for the biggest prize of them all. And you're not the only man who's changed, Punk. I have, too. I'm not coming to play second fiddle to anyone. I'm coming for the UWF Championship.







The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.

Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!





P U N K


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



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

The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he walks down the ramp. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The Renaissance is realized. This is a man who has re-established himself as Best in the World and he knows out. He carries himself with bulletproof confidence, daring any and all comers to take their shot. While Samoa Joe takes his place at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.


VS


DING DING DING!!


CM Punk doesn’t even have the chance to finish handing the championship over to the referee before Randy Orton pounces on him like a rabid wolverine. Randy clobbers Punk from behind with a massive elbow to the back of the champion’s head and neck area. Punk immediately grabs his head and Orton capitalizes once more with a Russian Leg sweep. Punk writhes on the ground while Orton begins to stomp on each limb that belongs to him one at a time. Right arm, left arm, right leg, left leg, it doesn’t matter, if Orton see’s it and he’s stomping on it all. Punk tries to roll out of harm’s way, but Orton grabs his leg and pulls him back to the center of the ring and continues to stomp on him.


Tom Phillips: That’s not fair!

Corey Graves: If the ref allows it, then it’s fair game.


Orton grabs Punk by the hair, and The UWF Champion begins to battle back by drilling Orton in the gut with numerous body shots. Orton staggers back but finds time to rake the eyes of the Champion stopping him dead in his tracks. CM grabs his face, and Orton capitalizes once again with a massive European Uppercut that sends CM right back to the canvas. Orton smiles as he see’s that he has the Champion rattled. Randy begins to stomp on CM’s limbs again, but this time CM rolls out of the ring to create separation and distance. Orton walks to the side of the ring and begins to taunt CM. The UWF champion responds by grabbing the leg of the Viper, but Orton kicks CM with all his force right in the temple and the Champion goes down once more. Orton throws his arms up and does his signature taunt as the crowd in attendance begins to boo in response to the very physical showing from Orton.


Mauro Ranallo: Randy Orton is locked in and it being very physical with the champion right out of the gates so far.

Corey Graves: Orton is making his presence felt tonight by inflicting pain on CM Punk right now.

Tom Phillips: How much of this punishment can CM Punk take?

Corey Graves: Well he is the UWF Champion for a reason and he took no short cuts to get there. I’d be willing to bet that he can endure a lot more.

Mauro Ranallo: We’ll see about that based on this version of Randy Orton, it may be the most dangerous that we’ve seen so far.


CM Punk gets back to a vertical basis, and he slowly begins to walk up the steel steps and re-enter the ring to combat his foe. Orton allows him to enter the ring and the immediately begin to exchange blows. After a long battle of exchanging blows, Orton seems to be getting the better of the champion as a big right hand sends CM Punk into the ropes. CM bounces off the ropes and propels his body at Orton and drops him with a big clothesline that knocks Orton to the ground. Randy is in disbelief, but he immediately gets up.

CM clobbers Randy with a big calf kick to the back of his hamstring and Orton grabs the back of his leg. CM continues to hammer Orton with left and right calf kicks and now it’s Orton’s turn to look for some separation by hobbling away. CM doesn’t give Randy a chance to breathe as he switches up on and begins to punch Randy who blocks them all with his bare face. CM eventually gets Orton into the corner and begins to go to town with a flurry of frustrated punches, kicks, and night fist chops.

CM then Irish whips Orton to the opposite corner and The Viper goes flying back first into the turnbuckle. CM goes flying after him and connects with a HIGH KNEE into the face of the Viper. A loud pop echo’s throughout the arena as the champions knee collides into the skull of the Viper. Punk locks Orton’s head and smiles as he takes off and delivers a BULLDOG in the middle of the ring. Punk attempts a cover, but Orton shoves Punk off of before the ref can even count to 1. Punk quickly gets to a vertical base and stalks Randy.

Randy takes a while to get up and when he does, Punk greet him with a roundhouse kick to the skull. Orton bounces off the ropes and CM kicks him in the gut and plants him with a DDT.


Tom Phillips: Massive DDT from the champion, seems as if the tides of the match are turning.


CM gloats a bit to the fans and asks them “Who is the best in the World?!” Punk gets up and starts to drop knees on the skull of Randy who eventually rolls to the outer part of the ring. CM lunges his shoulder through the second ropes and hit Randy in the stomach who is feeling a bit of pain as he grabs his stomach. Punk grabs Orton’s head and as he does, Randy grabs Punks head and drops down to the outside immediately catching Punk on the top of the ropes. CM goes flying back from the impact and lands on his back. Orton takes a mini breather and slides back into the ring under the bottom rope like a viper. Orton begins to stalk his prey and when CM turns over on all fours, Orton goes for the punt!!

CM moves out of the way at the last second and Orton is visibly pissed that he missed. Punk gets to his feet, but Orton levels him with a beautiful DROPKICK. Orton quickly grabs CM by the hands and hits him with another EUROPEAN UPPERCUT before irish whipping him into the ropes. Once CM bounces of the ropes, Orton hits him with a POWERSLAM and goes for a cover!


Corey Graves: After missing with that career threatening punt, Orton delivers a massive powerslam.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT BY CM PUNK!


Orton starts to yell at the ref to count faster, but he still stands back on his feet. Orton begins to stomp on the limbs of CM once again and CM goes into the corner to create some distance between the two. Orton goes for the irish whip once again, but CM Punk reverses it into NECKBREAKER. The two men are on the ground wincing from the damages. The two men get to their feet, but CM is a little faster. He clotheslines Orton outside of the ring and winks at the crowd. Orton grabs his back and gets to his feet slowly while the UWF champion builds momentum by bouncing off the ropes… CM Punk goes for the SUICIDE DIVE!! But Randy catches him in middair and connects with the RKO on the outside!!


Corey Graves: OHHHHH MYYYYYYY GAWDDDDDD!!!!

Tom Phillips: I Don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that before!!!!!

Mauro Ranallo: COUNTER OF THE YEAR BY RANDY ORTON!!


CM Punk twitches like a fish out of water on the outside and Randy smirks at the damage that he’s done to the UWF Champion. Randy rolls back into the ring and leaves the champion laying on the outside wasted. Orton orders the referee to count.


………..ONE!

………..TWO!

………..THREE!

…………FOUR!


CM Punk starts to stir a bit on the outside but he is still feeling the effects of the devastating finisher on the outside. Punk is able to roll over to his back, but he still isn’t looking well. Orton is beginning to grin more and more.


…………FIVE!

………..SIX!

………….SEVEN!


CM Punk is able to crawl, but he’s still down and out.


………EIGHT!


Randy is practically foaming out the mouth.


Corey Graves: I don’t believe this.

Tom Phillips: This is going to be an unbelievable upset.


……..NINE!


CM Punk is still on the outside desperately trying to get to the ring but he hasn’t regained mobility in the rest of his body.


…….TEN!!!!!!


COUNT OUT!


Corey Graves: My God! Randy Orton has done it! He’s beaten the UWF Champion!

Tom Phillips: Anything can happen ladies and Gentlemen!


Wait, The ref is telling Orton that somehow CM Punk made it into the ring before the count of Ten! Orton is livid! Punk somehow was able to bounce into the ring before the ref finished the count. Randy shoves the ref down and goes to a corner and begins to take the turnbuckle off. He brandishes the steel before the ref and stop him and Orton looks like a crazed man.

Randy grabs CM and stands him up and begins to smash his head repeatedly onto the exposed steel. The ref tries to stop him but to no avail. CM Punk begins to look wobbly and woozy as Randy continues to smash his head into the exposed steel. The ref threatens to disqualify him and only then does Randy stop. Orton irish whips CM Punk into the opposite corner of the ring and drills him with a big-time body splash. CM Punk drops down to both knees, but Orton immediately picks him up and irish whips him into the corner with the exposed steel. Orton goes for another big splash bit CM Punk moves out of the way at the last second and Orton’s head goes crashing into the steel! Orton staggers back.. and Punk is able to use his last bit of strength and scoop Orton up on his shoulders and delivers the GO TO SLEEP!! Punk falls back lay his wrist on Orton’s chest.


ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion CM Punk!



Corey Graves: It was harder than he thought it was going to be, but The Champion comes out on top once again.



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Mauro Ranallo: What's EC3 doing out here again?

Corey Graves: He's the boss, he can do whatever he wants.


The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers. No one is quite sure why he's out but it's enough to stop everyone from fighting.

EC3: Congrats on the win Punk, real impressive victory you got there. Coming back from that RKO on the outside, not a lot of people could do that. Two very hard fought back to back victories but I happened to catch what you said earlier. you want people to step up to you is that right? New challengers? To be perfectly honest, I thought Tom Lawlor would come right back out swinging and find himself with a rematch under MMA rules or something but he whiffed it against a real dynamic twosome. No shame in that, I think lots of people would lose to the two under those masks but I digress. You want a new challenger. Any while your next challenger won't be exactly attacking you from behind, they'll certainly make their presence known. Because at Halloween Havoc, we're having ourselves another Costume Battle Royal. The prize however won't be bragging rights, it'll be for the #1 contendership to the UWF Championship and every person on the roster, including our returning former UWF Champions will be in it. You may not think this is the best way to find a new challenger, but it sure as shit will be entertaining.

EC3 lowers the mic and smirks as his music plays. The show logo pops up in the corner but Punk is turned around and planted with an RKO! Joe goes after Randy but Orton slides right out of the ring and exits through the crowd with a smile on his face. Joe checks on Punk and stares down Randy as th show comes to a close.


END OF SHOW


Credits

El Duo Dinamico vs Sonnen/Lawlor - Fauche
Punk vs Orton - ultra instinct
Cena vs Gable - Danny/Evolution J
Swoggle vs Ciampa, Nash vs Murphy - Danny

[ultrainstinct]

Couple quick tidbits from a stellar show.

Loving the ring worshipper in Chad Gable, you've been giving some amazing content lately that I've been digging lately. Congrats on the back to back title defenses.

Tomasso has been on a nice role as of late picking up numerous significant wins. Seems like something is on the cusp of brewing for him and I'll def be engaged.

The big and bad Fauche is issuing a challenge to any and every single man on the roster. Laying the law down and letting the world know he will accept all challengers.

Hope thats not the last of Tom Lawlor that we see around here, but big win for Sami Zayn-- I mean Generico.

Daniel Bryan/Mattchewie return?! 0_o This is going to be great, especially the return of Crann's Ziggler. Had a nice week for returning guys and a character switch that will def cause some some new exciting and interesting things to happen in the near future. Always been a fan of both men and Crann's Dolph have always consistently been a heavy hitter. Excited to see what these guys bring once again.

Kudos to Nash picking up the Prime Time Medal in his first match back, good stuff there.

Digging the show as usual, and next week is slated to be even bigger with that main event and a bunch of new guys. Its always great to see everyone pitch in to help keep this thing afloat.

[Evolution J]

Fauche pushed me to the limit and got me good. I already knew I lost. But this time I am not leaving like I did when I lost to Rey's Bray Wyatt. By far, he has been added to my list of favorite opponents that I have faced and that has push me to give my best. Thanks Fauche, you absolutely killed it as always.

Glad to see a rematch between Seth and Eddie. That will be one hard hitting back and forth match for sure.

Glad to see the return of Crann's Ziggler and shocking Bryan Danielson.

Wonder who will come out on top and be CM Punk's next challenger. That should be extremely interesting.

Good win by Sami Zayn's proteges. Hilarious and awesome tag team match.

Big win for Nash. But good effort by Jye's Murphy. Jye still putting in them work. George killed it in every character he chooses. I am not surprised at this match. I enjoyed this match with two of my favorite rpers and opponents who are way better than me.

Ciampa murder Hornswoggle. Nice win for him. Can't wait for the next big step for him.

Gable is the God of the ring. Not suprised. Tapout killed it every single week and he is becoming one of the greatest TV Champion in UWF. We will see if he can actually break Mysterio's TV reign as UWF TV Champion.

Tom Lawler may have lost. But he still look good. Look for Tom to his momentum back in the coming week.

Murphy is out for blood. He is coming for Conway's head!!!!

Glad to help Danny out at the last minute. He needed the help and good thing I came in for the save.

I am still the new guy in UWF and still getting my ring rust off. But t am not the best. I try my best. Other than that, it was fun. Han Solo over and out.