Halloween Havoc

[Danny]

As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the UWF fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



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

Corey Graves: It's the return of the Halloween Battle Royal but this time it's for a shot at the sweetest candy of all, the UWF Championship.

Tom Phillips But that's not all. The Intercontinental Championship is on the line in a Steel Cage Match. Can Eddie Kingston get revenge for his loss at Bad Blood?

Mauro Ranallo: Plus Ron Conway settles the score with Buddy Murphy once and for all. Who will come out on top?

Tom Phillips Speaking of Murphy, I'm getting word that he's on his way out here right now.




The theme of Buddy Murphy plays throughout the arena as the crowd wait in anticipation for the future of prime time...


 
Murphy comes out slowly to the ramp as his music amps up in the epic vocals, Murphy raises arms to his sides as he begins to move towards the ring. Murphy slides into the ring...

Murphy stands in the ring as his theme plays throughout the arena, Buddy raises microphone to his mouth as he begins to speak...

Murphy: You see the Conman was right about one thing and that one thing alone, Sonya Deville didn't deserve to be at our table. For one she was like a 130 pound paper weight ready to be thrown in the trash. The Great Australian Cause is about one thing and that is collecting all the gold there is. It's about keeping championships within our collective but Sonya Deville isn't gold star quality. Sonya is not worthy of being in our--

Deville slides under the rope as she is royally pissed off at the redeemer, Deville goes for the double leg takedown as she does she begins throwing punches into Murphy who pushes her off him, Kay steps between the two as she takes a punch to the jaw sending her to the canvas, Deville looks to Murphy anger in her eyes. . .

Deville sees Murphy holding his jaw in the corner, Deville runs at Murphy as she goes for a bicycle kick but her leg is caught from a colossal figure in a hood who in one swift motion gets Sonya in a powerbomb position,  Deville is sent crashing into the canvas almost going right through it as the colossal figure stands between her and Murphy. . .

Deville had the air taken right out of her lungs as Murphy and Kay regroup in the center of the ring pointing to the colossal man as he climbs up the turnbuckle from the second rope he uses his arms to pull himself up and backward for a Vader Bomb, The crowd is shocked as the man stands up and looks downwards and nods to Murphy over his success. Murphy stands center as Kay and the collossall stand either side of Buddy. Buddy points to the colossal as his smile grows sinister, The man in the hood reveals his face...

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my that's got to be Jonah Rock"

Corey Graves: "No way! What a collossal upgrade..."



Murphy asks Kay for the microphone as she picks it up off the canvas floor, Murphy squats down as he pulls the hair out of Deville's face as he gets in the face as he gestures for the camera for a close-up...

This right here is what happens when you continue to stay blind to our cause, This is for all the false prophets and so-called legends of this company who want to say that Buddy Murphy should have been kept a secret. Something had to give and you can blame it on me but I only broke because you kept pushing and now look what it's unleashed I now have a cause to realign and it is only a beginning. I will awaken what lies dormant as I fulfill the Greater Cause...

Murphy throws the microphone to the side as he plants a cheap boot right into the face of Sonya Deville...









The scene opens with Randy Orton staring into the camera as he smokes a cigarette and he blows it into the air like Clint Eastwood.

It's that time of day where the dead come out to play. Nobody is safe tonight. UWF is in for a treat. The landscape will change tonight. Most promises will come to fruition while some will be broken. Everyone that you know will never be the same tonight. All those people in the back whether they are workers or wrestlers. It doesn't matter who they are. They don't know me as well as they do. Even those returning superstars like Bryan and Dolph Ziggler. It also include the UWF Champion himself CM Punk. As you see, he may have defeated me by cheating. But what he doesn't know is that I wasn't the same old Orton that he know back in the day. I am a lot different and better than I ever was. I am more aggressive and more dangerous in the ring than I have ever been. I am more focused on causing more pain to all my opponents. It doesn't matter if I win or not. As long I get to get a taste of my victims' blood and take a bite of their scrawny little neck. I am good.

Heck, everyone can sue me and do they think I care. Hell no, I don't care because i do whatever the hell I want. If Bryan Danielson want to challenge me to a match and he want to face one of the best. He can bring it because I am game and I am always prepared. But Bryan better watch out because one mistake from him will cost him his downfall just like his career. If he plan on making one of the greatest comeback in UWF. He better prepare himself for the fight of his life because I Am fighting to get a taste of his human blood and I am going to make feel pain like has never have felt it before. I am going to make him wish he regret stepping in the ring with the Viper. It doesn't matter how hard he try, I am going to be the one having the last laugh because I am that damn good. You and everyone in that damn locker room have so much hatred for me that you don't give me respect at all. You all pretend to like me and to respect me. But it is ok because I understand all the jealously that you all have for me. I hear everything. I can see everything. You all cannot hide your hatred and lack of respect for me. All your hatred fill me up and boil in my stomach. It fill me with anger that I use to take our my anger on all my victims. Which I make every single one of you pay your price to the Devil himself in blood and broken bones where I leave you laying senseless in this very ring.

UWF, everyone will witness the reborn of the Viper. The monster has return and he will be coming for his throne that awaits him. Then you all will witness the new beginning of the Devil himself as he rule the entire kingdom and leaving it with darkness. Then he will be leaving behind all the deceased bodies and blood of those who opposed him. Beware and watch out. Tonight, you will remember the name............Randy Orton.

The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton glaring into the camera.






We head back to the ring where Kingston has already made his entrance. He's pacing in the ring waiting for his opponent.



Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.




Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.

The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and puts a leg on the second rope, and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.



Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the Intercontinental Champion: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!

Rollins hands the title over to the referee who gives it to the time keeper. The cage now starts to lower and the two look up as it comes down on them. The ref on the outside locks the cage door and makes sure it's secure. The ref inside with the two men calls for the bell.


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DING DING DING!


Both men are just staring daggers at one another. The gold is on the line but more importantly, their words are on the line. Could Kington prove it was all a fluke or can Seth sneak by with another win? Eddie will give him no time to formulate a plan as he comes right at Seth. Rollins tries to back away but he finds out pretty quickly that there's not a lot of places to go when you're stuck inside a Steel Cage. His back hit the cage wall and Eddie is all over him with lefts and rights. Seth tries to cover up as best he can but the strikes are coming from everywhere. There's no ref to stop the onslaught and so Seth does about all he can do, push Eddie off of him. Seth goes for a Superkick but Eddie catches his foot. He shakes his head before pulling him in and throwing him back with an Exploder Suplex!


Mauro Ranallo: Rollins didn't want this match in the first place and now he's about to really find out why.

Corey Graves: Of course he didn't want this match! Eddie Kingston should be at the back of the line where he belongs!

Tom Phillips: He's only got one loss Corey

Corey Graves: Yeah and that loss came against the champ. Seth proved he's head and shoulders better than Kingston.


Seth looks to be in pain but Eddie doesn't give a shit. He walks over and smacks Seth in the mouth before stomping down on him over and over. Seth rolls out to the apron to try and get away but it's not the best idea as now he's pinned against the cage! Eddie starts kicking him over and over again until he runs to the other side of the ring, coming off the ropes to deliver a basement Dropkick to sandwich Seth into the cage! Eddie grabs Seth by the hair and pulls him to the center of the ring and makes the pin.



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Rollins kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: While I'm sure Eddie wants to punish Rollins some more, he's got another big match tonight so ending this match as soon as possible and walking out of here tonight as both the Intercontinental Champion and #1 contender to the UWF Championship is definitely on his mind.

Corey Graves: Ugh if that happens, I might just quit my job.


Eddie starts to bring Seth back up to his feet but Seth hits him with a Low Blow! Eddie crumbles to his knees and Seth just starts cackling like a mad man. There’s nothing to stop him from bending the rules and he’s loving it. He grabs Eddie’s head and delivers a big Knee Strike to the face! Eddie goes down but Seth isn’t done dishing out his punishment just yet. He backs away and watches as Kingston slowly lifts himself up. Rollins moves in and right away connects with the Curb Stomp!


Corey Graves: Haha yes!

Tom Phillips: Could we already be seeing the end of Kingston’s journey!


The whole arena is stunned with fans putting their hands on their head in disbelief as Rollins makes the pin!



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But No! Kingston kicks out. Seth has a look of disbelief on his face!


Mauro Ranallo: Seth thought it was all over right there.

Tom Phillips: So did Corey

Corey Graves: Shut up Tom!


Seth yells at the ref for not being quick enough. Eddie however starts to crawl toward the cell door. The second ref opens up the door for him but Seth turns around just in time to see him. He runs over and starts stomping down on him over and over again. Seth then looks at the door and figures now is as good a time as ever. He steps through the ropes to go out but Kingston grabs his foot. Seth tries to shake him loose but the Mad King’s grip is tight. Eddie manages to get to his knees and pulls Seth back in and gives him a Low Blow of his own!


Corey Graves: What a dirty wrestler. I wouldn’t expect less from someone like Kingston.

Tom Phillips: Are you serious?


Eddie starts punching Seth over and over again, getting out some of that frustration. He stands back up and brings Seth along with him. He grabs him with one hand on his pants. The other grabbing a fistful of hair before he runs with him to the side of the ring and tosses him into the steel cage! Seth goes flying backwards but Eddie picks right back up and does it again! The crowd is loving it and Eddie and picks him up and does it yet again! Eddie’s thrown him into 3 side of the cage so of course the crowd wants him to complete the fourth side, pointing and calling out for the last side. Eddie grabs Seth and starts to move towards the last side but Seth reverses. Eddie however reverses as well and finally sends Seth flying into the fourth side of the cage! The fans erupt in cheers and Eddie makes the cover!



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Rollins kicks out! Eddie gets up to his knees and shakes the cobwebs loose. Seth crawls over to the ropes and tries to pull himself up. Eddie ends up coming over but the Intercontinental Champion gives him a kick to the gut. Eddie hunches over and Seth comes over but gets flipped with a Back Body Drop. Or at least he would have been flipped but Seth rotates all the way and lands on his feet! Eddie turns around and eats a Superkick to the jaw! The Mad King doesn’t go down but he waves his arms around trying to stay upright. Seth goes for a second Superkick but Kingston ducks under this one. Seth turns back around but is caught with a Spinning Back Fist that knocks him flat on his ass!


Eddie still looks to be dazed but that doesn't stop him from bending down to grab Seth with both hands and pull him up. Rollins pushes him off and comes at Eddie with a strike but Kingston ducks under it and takes his back, placing him in a half nelson before throwing him all the way over with the Half Nelson Suplex! Rollins grabs at his neck and kicks his feet while Kingston looks at the door. As much as he wants to continue beating Seth into a pulp, he's got another match to think about so he walks over to the cage door and tells the ref to open it. The door is opened and Eddie steps through the ropes but the door gets slammed against him by none other than Roman Reigns! The fans boo as Eddie falls back into the ring and Roman yells out some trash talk, shoving the ref away so that the door stays closed.


Corey Graves: And that's why Paul Heyman hired him.

Mauro Ranallo: Come on Corey, Seth Rollins just keeps finding new lows.

Corey Graves: This company forced his hand. Eddie shouldn't even be in the ring with him in the first place.


Rollins comes over to Eddie who is on his knees and delivers the Avada Kedavra! Eddie goes down but Seth doesn't go for the pin. He instead drags him over to the cage and places his face against the mesh. He takes his knee and puts it on the back of Kingston's head and just squishes his face into it. It's like he's trying to smush his face through the gate so he ends up like the guy in that hallway scene in the first Resident Evil movie. Rollins lets up but only to grab his head with both hands and just rake his face across the cage. It's not long before Eddie's face is wiping blood all over the cage. To make matters worse, Seth then puts Eddie's neck over the bottom rope and just starts choking the life out of him. Eddies' feet are kicking around as he's trying to breathe but there's nothing he or the ref can do. His feet stop moving and Seth backs off with a smile on his face. The ref checks on him but Rollins pushes him away and drags Eddie away from the ropes. He places his foot over his chest and yells at the ref to count it and he reluctantly obliges.



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Kingston gets the shoulder up at 2!


Tom Phillips: Lackadaisical cover there might have cost him the match there.

Mauro Ranallo: If he's not careful, this match could cost him life in prison.

Corey Graves: He knows what he's doing. He's not some common criminal like Kingston is.


Seth picks up Eddie and brings him over to the corner but a Knife Edge Chop stops him dead in his tracks. Eddie punches him in the forehead to get him to cover up only to give him another chop! Kingston pulls Seth's arm away and delivers even more chops in a rapid flurry! Seth retreats to an opposite corner to get away but when he turns around he's met with a Running Arched Big Boot in the corner! Seth is falling over onto Eddie and The Mad King simply grabs him at the waist and sends him over with a Saito Suplex! Seth is down and Eddie looks at the door and then up to the top of the cage. He then looks down at Seth for awhile before he drops down and just starts beating him with his fists.


Tom Phillips: Looks like Eddie has forgone just trying to win the match. He's out to Punish Seth Rollins.

Corey Graves: Bad move. Seth is known for picking his opponents apart. He's going to remember this.


Kingston takes both of Seth's legs and brings them up under his armpits. He falls back looking to slingshot Seth into the cage but Rollins leaps as he's being launched and ends up grabbing onto the cage! Like a cockroach when the lights come on, Seth scurries up the wall but Eddie is quick to climb up and catch him! The Intercontinental Champion tries to kick himself free but Eddie pulls him down with all his might and Seth comes falling down and racks himself on the middle rope! He's in a lot of pain and it only gets worse when Kingston starts shaking the rope up and down. He then grabs Seth's head and pulls him away, leaving his feet on the ropes. He jumps forward and nails him with a rope Hung Cutter! Seth lays flat on his face and Eddie turns him around for the pin!



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Rollins kicks out! Kingston stays on the attack by pulling Rollins up except Seth gives him a thumb right to the eye! Kingston turns away and so Seth goes behind to deliver a German Suplex! Eddie lands high and flops back over onto his knees where Seth pulls him up into a Falcon Arrow! Rather than go for the pin, Seth goes over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Eddie hasn't moved and so Seth comes down with the Frog Splash! He makes the pin!



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Kingston kicks out! Seth says screw it and tells Roman to open the door. Roman looks at him and tries to explain that he threw the key away. Seth looks angry and argues with him for a bit but realizes he's wasting valuable time. He instead goes to climb the cage. He's made it about halfway up when Eddie starts to stir. He looks up and sees Seth and suddenly comes to. He gets to his feet as quick as he can and climbs up as well, catching Seth before he can reach the top. He gives Rollins a shot to the gut to stop his momentum before climbing further up and just smashes Seth's face into the cage. You can see Rollin's grip loosen when that happens and a second face smash has him falling to the mat below. Eddie realizes he's in a good position to just exit the cage so he starts to climb. Seth suddenly comes to life, popping back up and running up to grab Eddie from behind. He scoops him up and next thing you know he's dropped to the mat with a sky high Olympic Slam!


Tom Phillips: Shades of his old mentor Kurt Angle.

Mauro Ranallo: We haven't seen him bust out that move in a long while but it just goes to show you the lengths at what he must go to put away Kingston.


While the Olympic Slam would usually be enough to put someone away, It seems the brief explosion of adrenaline Seth got has just passed and he lays just as motionless as Kingston. The crowd starts to clap, trying to get both men back into it and they just want to see more of these guys tearing each other apart. Seth starts to stir first and once again goes to climb, opting for the corner to make it a little easier. Eddie however isn't far behind and he goes right with him. The two are trading shots on the way up but neither backs down. Seth gets one foot up on the ledge but Kingston smashes his face on the top. This allows him to get one leg over as well. Both men are seated on the top of the cage and they start exchanging shots. Rollins throws a right and Kingston retaliates with a chop to the chest! Rollins grabs Eddie's head and throws an uppercut that knocks him loopy. Seth continues with punches that Kingston can't return. It looks like the Mad King may fall back into the ring but Eddie suddenly blocks one punch and brings Seth in for a Headbutt! Rollins looks to be knocked out but he ends up falling towards the outside!


Corey Graves: There he goes! Still your Intercontinental Champion!

Mauro Ranallo: Don't count your chickens just yet Corey!


Eddie has managed to catch Seth's foot and his body hangs upside down from the cell! Rollins is knocked out and Eddie is trying to pull the dead weight back up. Despite the long grueling match, it appears to be working as Seth is slowly being pulled back up the cage. Roman is on the outside however and he starts to climb up the cage where the two are. The fans cheers quickly turn to boos when they see this happening. Reigns meets Kingston at the top and starts punching him but Eddie doesn't let up. He yells right in his face and even spits on him! Roman gets fed up with his punches not having any effect on him and he instead bites down on Kingston's hand! Eddie yells out in pain and his grip loosens until he's forced to let go and Seth tumbles to the floor below!


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL Intercontinental Champion, Seth Rollins!




Corey Graves: What did I tell you folks!

Tom Phillips: C'mon, you can't be happy after a win like that.

Corey Graves: The rules prevented Roman from getting into the ring tonight and he didn't! All's fair in love and war.


Roman falls down as helps Seth get to his feet. The man looks out of it but Roman has him in one hand and the IC title in the other. Eddie looks pissed as he watches them leave from atop the cell. He slowly makes his way down and the fans give him an ovation, knowing it was only because of Roman that he didn't walk away with the gold. Still Eddie, heads to the back with his head held high, not ashamed of what he failed to do, but instead promising to do better.




The scene opens and we see Kevin Nash walking down the hall, Byron Saxton follows with microphone in hand, heading up to Nash himself.

Byron Saxton: We’re here with Kevin Nash, Kevin, how do you see tonight going?

Kevin Nash: Fantastically Byron, they’re all going to eat my boot and go flying off to never-land.

Kevin storms off down the hall.

Byron Saxton: Well that was Kevin Nash, back to you guys.

We head elsewhere.






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 approval as he awaits his opponent. . .

Just look at me...





The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.

Tony Chimmel: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by The Contourage - Simon Dean and Sylvan, from New Albany, Indiana, weighing in at 234 pounds - he is 'The Conman' - Rob Conway!

Conway hops up onto the apron and turns around the face the crowd, he points to each of his abs and seems awful impressed with himself as Dean holds up a Simon System shake next to him in an act of product placement. Conway steps between the ropes and into the ring before he heads towards the hard camera, puts on foot on the middle rope and raises a single finger high in the air as The Contourage take their place at ringisde.



VS


DING DING DING


Conway is ready to put down Murphy but Buddy right away exits the ring and takes a breather. The Con Man has no problem staying in the ring, the spotlight on him and he decides to throw a couple of quick poses. Murphy doesn't take too kindly to this and he slides back into the ring and runs right at him. He goes for a Lariat but Conway ducks it. Murphy hits the ropes and comes back but Conway catches him with a Scoop Powerslam! Before he can capitalize, Murphy rolls right back out of the ring and regroups with his trio.


Mauro Ranallo: Despite all the bravado and confidence shown earlier tonight, Murphy appears to be second guessing how to go about this match.

Corey Graves: He's strategizing on the fly. It's not hard to see that he's also thinking about the upcoming Battle Royal tonight. You can't take yourself out before the match even begins.


Murphy walks around the ring trying to find the right angle to come back in. Simon Dean is mocking him and it gets him a swift Superkick to the face to lay him out! A bit of revenge for his interruption last week. Conway comes out of the ring to get Murphy but Buddy slides in. Conway comes back in after him but he's cut off at the pass with a Basement Dropkick by Buddy! Murphy follows up with some knees to the ribs of the Con Man before he just straight up chokes him over the bottom rope! The ref gets on him for this and he backs up with his hands in the air after the count of 4. Conway is picking himself up by the ropes and Murphy comes over with a stiff kick to the back of the leg! Conway falls to the mat and Murphy takes the leg, dragging him to the center of the ring, dropping a knee to the inside of the leg.

Conway kicks himself free and rolls out of the ring. He limps over to the barricade and tries to get some feeling in the leg. Murphy however isn't going to just stand by and let him recover. He comes flying out of the ring, taking Conway out with the Suicide Dive! He tosses Rob back in and climbs onto the apron to go to the top turnbuckle. Conway struggles to get to his feet but when he does, he turns towards Murphy and Buddy leaps off, driving his knees towards Conway's head for the Diving Meteora! He makes the pin!



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Conway kicks out! Murphy pulls him back up right away and holds his head in a clinch, throwing knees to the ribs and backing him into the corner. The ref gets on him for this and so he backs up only to go right back at him. Conway however gets the boot up and nails him in the face! Buddy staggers back a few paces but shakes the cobwebs. He comes right back at Rob but the former Television Champion scoops him up into a High Angle Spinebuster! Rather than go for the pin, he shakes out his leg, wanting to make sure it's good to go still for later tonight.


Mauro Ranallo: The last thing either of these men want is a nagging injury heading into tonight's main event.

Corey Graves: It's a smart tactic but I can't help but think what if he could have won the match right there? Win now, check yourself later.


Conway gets to his feet and stomps his leg a few times, getting the feeling back. He sees Murphy stirring so he goes over and picks him up. He's able to lift him straight into the air in a Vertical Suplex except he keeps him up there, letting the blood rush to his head. His leg appears to be holding up well but Murphy ends up bringing a knee down on top of his head! This slightly dazes Conway but it's all Buddy needs to shift his weight and come down with a DDT! Conway is spiked right on his head and Murphy makes the cover!



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Conway kicks out! Murphy picks him up right away and is able to get him onto his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. He's looking to end things already but Conway grabs at his faces and rakes his eyes! Murphy drops him and grabs at his face and Conway is all smiles. He walks over to him but Murphy grabs his face and pokes his thumbs into his eyes! Conway backs away and both men are blinded. They start swinging wildly towards each other but neither man connects. They starts reaching out to one another and when their hands touch, Murphy quickly goes for a Jumping Knee Strike. He ends up missing the target but Conway can feel where he's landed and he ends up kicking him in the gut. He grabs his head and twists him out with a Swinging Neckbreaker! He goes for the pin!



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Murphy kicks out! Both men end up rolling to the outside and their teammates quickly come over and try to help them get their vision back.


Corey Graves: This is where having friends pays off.

Tom Phillips: Not quite sure how friendly Murphy is considering what they just did to Sonya.

Corey Graves: What do you mean? Buddy is in his name!


Both men appear to be able to see now though they still squint a bit. They slide into the ring and get ready to square off once more. Billy Kay is being her annoying self and is getting on the nerves of Maryse. She comes over and tells her she's gonna punch her if she doesn't shut up. Kay doesn't back down and Sylvan comes over to get between the two. Rock however comes over and gives Sylvan a shove. He doesn't take kindly to this and before you know it, it's an all out brawl! Murphy and Conway go at it in the ring as well. They're trading shots, Conway throwing punches while Murphy goes for stiff forearm shots. Conway appears to be getting the better of the two but a Jumping Knee Strike catches him right on the chin!

On the outside Maryse is choking out Kay by the steel steps while Jonah has Sylvan hunched over as he beats him down with clubbing blows. Murphy comes over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He sees Maryse is choking out Kay and he yells for Jonah to go help her. Rock look up at him and nods but the slight distraction allows Sylvan to ram himself into Jonah and crash him into the steel ring post where Murphy is! Buddy loses his balance but is able to catch himself before he falls. Conway however is up and nails him in the side of the head with a Big Boot! Murphy is dazed and Conway brings him out, his feet dangling on the top rope before he gives him the Ego Trip! Conway drags him away from the ropes and makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rob Conway!




Conway gets his hand raised as he and the rest of the Contourage bail and head up the ramp. Jonah Rock comes over to check on Billy Kay and together they go to Murphy who is coming to. The trio stare down the Contourage as the show moves on.




[Eve Torres checks her watch one last time as she settles outside waiting patience on her man John and picks her up cell phone and left a voicemail for John Cena when he wasn't answering his phone calls]



Eve|Torres: '' Hello John?, I just wanted to let you know that you and I have a battle royal to get ready for and I need you by my side cause I can't do it alone in that is why I love you John. and if you can get this message just give me a call back as soon as possible John.

(John listens to Eve's voicemail for a responds)

John~Word Life~ Cena: Babe I'm sorry that I'm running late I just had to help an friend out with his vehicle and I also got your voicemail that you left for me and I hope that you're not upset with me just because I was late of getting back here for our match tomorrow night on Halloween Havoc.

{Eve crosses her arms and rolled her eyes at Cena}

Eve|Torres: Look I'm not upset with you John. it's just that you where late and you and I could've been in that ring an fight for our lives of winning the match to earn yourself a UWF Championship on Revolution next week.



Eve|Torres: but no you had to help a person out with his f*king car and now you came up walking towards me that you want to apologize to me then go right ahead and a apologize to me for being late on time when you know  well that we have a match together on Halloween Havoc.

(John begs on his knees for forgiveness about being late on Schedule)

John~ Word Life~ Cena: I'm totally sorry for me being late on time and I won't be late again I promise so please forgive me Eve.

{Cena apologize to his girlfriend Eve when she nods her head to him}

Eve|Torres: I forgive you John. and don't let me down ever again until we both have a match together or at least you have a match because I don't want to get in the ring with Cm Punk. when he defends his Championship against me when it should be you that fights Punk next week on Revolution at UWF.



John~ Word Life~ Cena: You have my word that I promise I'll be with you as long as you need me to Eve. and once I win this battle royal I need you to be at ringside with me when I face Cm Punk for his UWF Championship on Revolution next week on UWF.

Eve|Torres: you already know that I'm always there to support my man wherever he needs I'll be there to help you win a match as long as it's a Championship match I'm gonna be there to make sure that you win that UWF Champion as long as you win this Sunday's Battle royal at Halloween Havoc on UWF network.



John~ Word Life~ Cena: do you have faith and me Eve. cause if you don't have no faith of me winning this battle royal then you need to tell me right here, and right now until we have this Halloween havoc battle royal to see who gets to fight Cm Punk next week at Revolution for his Championship on UWF.

{John asked Eve does she had faith in him of winning at Halloween Havoc}

Eve|Torres: of course I have faith and you John. what makes you say that I don't have faith and you don't think that you can't win this battle royal all by your self well you got another thing coming towards your way because tomorrow night the two of us will get inside of that ring at Halloween Havoc and enter this battle royal to see which one of us will head over of next week's Revolution to challenge for the UWF Championship on Halloween Havoc at UWF.

John~ Word Life~ Cena: They want some then come in get some!

{Cena and Eve signs off to prepared for a huge main event for Halloween Havoc}

[Camera fades when John and Eve heads straight to the locker room before the battle royal even begins this Sunday]







P U N K

While each down beat sees another letter in his name light up the big screen, the UWF Champion comes down the ramp without all the usual strobe effects or smoke. No need for all that show tonight - he's just here to call the main event. Still, tis the season, and CM Punk is thrilled to celebrate his favourite holiday of the year.



Gussied up in a La Parka get-up, the Champ heads down the ramp, big ol' smile on his face as he circles the ring. He meets Tony Chimel as the announcer is going up the stairs and whispers something in his ear. A consummate professional as always, Tony simply nods and goes to do his job better than anyone else on earth could ever hope to. Punk then joins the other three at the commentary desk.


Phillips: Looks like we'll have a four man booth for tonight's main event. Welcome, Punk.

Ranallo: I'm loving your homage to one of the all time great Luchadors!

Punk: I'm bones!

Graves: So what did you just tell Chimel there?

Punk: Oh, just a little update on the match. I think you're gonna like it.


Chimel steps into the ring and the crowd settles in, ready for the marquee bout to begin.


Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is now a Spooky Casino Battle Royal and will determine the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship! Four groups of five participants will enter the ring every three minutes, with a single wildcard participant entering alone after that. Wrestlers must be thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the ground to be eliminated!





"Thriller" hits the PA, welcoming the first group of wrestlers. Just as the song comes in big, Hornswoggle, dressed in a horrifyingly accurate Chucky costume, waddles down the ramp, earning a chorus of disgusted boos from the fans. Following behind him but keeping her distance is Eve, who is decked out as Catwoman. Next is Jaxson de Ville, the Jaguars mascot, nobly portrayed by Colt Cabana.

Eddie Kingston is out next. Some of his wounds from the cage match earlier are hidden under the grey jumpsuit he's wearing, but there's no hiding a limp on his way to the squared circle. The Mad King stops just outside the ring and pulls a mask out of his pocket. He puts it on to complete his Michael Myers outfit, which of course pops the crowd big time. Kingston then climbs into the ring, ready to compete for the second time tonight.


Phillips: I only count four...

Graves: That's pretty high for you, Phillips. Nice work.

Punk: Hold on... I think I hear -


FAAAAAAAAME!




The roof blows off the building when Bowie's classic banger comes through the speaker. In full Ziggy Stardust regalia, Dolph Ziggler struts out from behind the curtain to soak in the cheers. The Show-Off has finally returned to action in the UWF!


Ranallo: He's back! He's back, ladies and gentlemen! The two-time UWF Champion is back!

Punk: Looks like he's got a fresh coat of paint as Bowie, but he's still the same diva as ever. Just had to have his own entrance, huh?

Phillips: When your song is this good you can get away with anything.


Ziggler soon joins the others in the ring. Chimel heads out and the Ref on the outside calls for the bell.




DING DING


It's a five-way Mexican stand-off to start. Nobody's rushing to make a move, weary that it might leave them exposed to an attack from behind. Despite the lack of action, the crowd is beyond hyped. A split chant erupts throughout the arena.

"LET'S GO KINGSTON!"

"LET'S GO ZIGGLER!"

"LET'S GO KINGSTON!"

"LET'S GO ZIGGLER"

"LET'S GO KINGSTON!"

"LET'S GO ZIGGLER"

"JACKSONVILLE!


While Dolph and Eddie are staring each other down, Jaxson de Ville jumps in between and pumps his arms up to get a portion of the crowd behind him. As a life-sized stuffed animal, he is beloved by children around the world.


"LET'S GO KINGSTON!"

"LET'S GO ZIGGLER"

"JACKSONVILLE!


The mascot is thrilled to be getting the love, but Ziggler has never been one to share the spotlight. Before the chants can make another round, he blasts Jaxson in his giant furry jaw with a Superkick! De Ville goes down. Kingston is about to use the opening to go after Dolph when Eve Torres takes him out from behind with a chop block. Eddie's already damaged leg buckles and he drops down. Torres does what she can to pick him up and dispose of him, but soon finds her efforts stymied by the shortest pervert creeping up on her.

Hornswoggle wiggles his grimy sausage fingers, hankering to get himself a hold of Eve. She hears him sneaking in there just in time and ditches Eddie to deal with that. Like a cockroach exposed by the light, the leprechaun loses all courage now that Torres has her sights on him. He flees, running away around the perimeter of the ring until she finally corners him up against a buckle. Eve closes in and in desperation, Hornswoggle just spits two big loogies - one on each palm - before reaching out to grab Eve. She backs off, sickened to her stomach. The catwoman costume ain't thick enough to keep those germs out. Besides, it's a rental. With stains like that, there's be no getting the deposit back.

Across the ring, Ziggler gets to work on Kingston. Identifying the Mad King as his most immediate serious threat and also easy pickings given his current physical state, the Show-Off hopes to make short work of him. Dolph grabs Eddie by the collar of his Myers jump suit and hauls him to a vertical base. Pushing him towards the ropes, the promotional returnee drops low, grabs the thighs and tries his best to hoist his opponent over the ropes.


Phillips: Dolph is going right after Eddie here. It would be huge if he could get him out early on.

Ranallo: Ziggler has been a runner-up in two Royal Rumbles and holds the record for the most eliminations in a single event. He's something of an expert when it comes to battle royals.

Graves: There's nothing especially clever about signaling out the weakest animal in the pack and attacking. Eddie Kingston has already been through a hellacious cage match tonight - he's the obvious target.

Punk: I just can't believe everyone's writing off Jaxson de Ville. Beneath that rugged exterior lies a former UWF Tag Team Champion.


Ziggler continues his struggle to toss Kingston when Cabana comes up from behinds. It seems bygones are bygones - no hard feelings about the Superkick. Instead, the mascot cheers Ziggler on, as mascots do. De Ville does his best to rally the crowd behind Dolph, channeling the spiritual energy of the people into his strength as one might do if one was harnessing a Spirit Bomb.

Dolph mostly just gets annoyed by the frantic flailing of the Jaguar. He releases the defiant Kingston and aims to decapitate Jaxson with a second kick, except this time, Colt is ready. He catches the foot, brings Dolph in close and tosses him overhead with one of those nifty leg-trap suplexes. You know the kind. Ziggy Stardust takes a nasty spill and rolls towards the side while another chant for the man-cat's swampy home city swells around the building.

The fuss doesn't last long. Eve Torres rushes past, evading Hornswoggle, who gets distracted by the mascot on the way by. He stops, 180's, grabs the fuzzy leg and instantly just starts dry-humping that thing. How could he resist? It's so soft. So welcoming.


Ranallo: This is horrible. In all my years of broadcasting I've never recommended the viewer change the channel and yet...

Punk: One of these people could end up as Number One Contender. Don't forget that.


When attempts to shake the leprechaun off fail, Colt just rips off the mascot mask and starts scolding Swoggle. There's no breaking through the horny frenzy, which soon reaches such tempestuously aggressive levels, Cabana is knocked off balance. The mascot crashes into the canvas at which point Hornswoggle crawls up into a full mount. To the shock of all, he pulls a butcher's knife of his pocket and starts stabbing, just like Chucky. The knife sinks deeper and deeper through the fuzz with each jab. A worried Cabana starts screaming something about how he thinks the knife is actually real and he needs help now. The mascot costume is turtle-esque. Once it's flipped over, there's not getting back up.

Charitably, Eve Torres saves the day. She spears Swoggle off of Colt with some velocity the knife is sent flying to the outside. Eve then hoists Swoggle up to toss him over the ropes, but the Little Bastard counters with a suspicious headscissors that flings her over instead! Eve tumbles over the top rope and hits the floor below!


EVE TORRES HAS BEEN ELMINATED


Swoggle just barely catches himself on the apron. Cackling like a little friggin gobblin, he shimmies back through the ropes.


Punk: Too bad for Eve, cats always land on their feet.

Ranallo: Five becomes four, but we've still got sixteen to come!


Right on cue, the titantron lights up with a timer. It counts down from ten with the audience joining in. At zero, the buzzer goes off and a second spooky tune welcomes five more fighters to the battle royal.





Tom Lawlor is the first the curtain. The Mixed-Martial Artist isn't feeling very festive - he's simply wearing his ring gear tonight. From the look on his face, he doesn't look at all amused by the gimmicky shenanigans. Cena - as Peacemaker - comes in close behind him, followed by another DC character with Buddy Murphy as Bane. The next two catch the commentary team off guard.


Phillips: It's the Dynamic Duo! That's Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch back together! Unbelievable!

Graves: Don't be ridiculous. That's just El Generico and La Luchadora dressed up as their heroes, Zayn and Lynch. They've done a really good job putting it together, too.


El Duo Dinamico take their time getting to the squared circle, while Lawlor and Cena can't wait. Filthy Tom slides through the ropes and heads for Kingston straight away. He double legs the Mad King and unleashes some brutal ground-and-pound. John Cena passes his best girl on the way in and that's that personally. Swoggle knows he's in hot water and heads for the hills, sliding under the bottom rope on the far side of the ring. Cena follows him there, and even gives chase when Hornswoggle scurries underneath the apron.

Buddy Murphy climbs through the ropes next. He lines up Cabana in his sites - the mascot is still struggling to get vertical. The Aussie W.M.D. stifles those efforts with a top speed V-Trigger. Shin bone connects with skull and Cabana is knocked senseless. Murphy then goes after Ziggler, who is just starting to get back up, while Generico and Luchadora climbs the steps to join the fray. El Duo stand back, just watching the action unfold from the corner. Lawlor notices this and abandons his assault on Kingston to turn his attention to them.


Ranallo: Tom Lawlor no doubt still harbors some hard feelings towards these two after how things turned out on Revolution.

Punk: Lawlor's focus has been off since Badd Blood. He's one of the toughest S.O.B.'s I've ever wrestled but if he cant get his head back in the game, I don't know if he'll ever even see another world title match.

Graves: I don't know about that - he looks like an absolute killer in there to me.


Tom swarms Generico and Luchadora, elbows flying in every which way to mitigate their numbers advantage. The Pale Luchador is sent stumbling with a forearm strike to the side of the head. Lawlor then grabs Luchadora around the waist and tosses her overhead with a belly-to-belly. She lands awkwardly and skids across the center of the ring while Lawlor lets out a barbaric yawp.

Hornswoggle then emerges on the entrance ramp side of the ring, crawling out from under the apron. He hops back up into the ring while Cena comes out on the floor behind him. Swoggle looks over his shoulder to make sure there's still some distance there but then bumps into Cabana, who has finally managed to get up again. Colt doesn't hesitate to scoop the leprechaun up and throw him clean over the top rope.

But he lands on Cena! Right on the shoulders! This, of course, leads to an Attitude Adjustment right there on the arena floor, effectively spoiling the Little Bastard's title aspirations.


HORNSWOGGLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Cena heads back into the ring while in the far corner, Murphy is trying his best to get Ziggler out of it. Dolph is putting up a good fight though, hanging on to the top rope with one hand while using his other arm to tee off on Buddy. Kingston slowly pulls himself up and staggers towards the both of them, forming a temporary truce with the Aussie to dispose of Ziggler. Even their combined efforts are proving ineffective in dispatching the tenacious competitor, though.

In the middle of the canvas, Lawlor scoops up Luchadora. With his hands locked tight around her waist, he vaults her back overhead with an impressive releasing German Suplex. Luchadora crashes against the ropes facing the hard cam. Filthy Tom follows after her. Just behind them, Cena and Cabana square off. Colt is having some difficulty with mobility in the mascot costume, but Cena's clunky Peacemaker helmet isn't exactly choice ring attire either.

Cabana grabs an arm to whip his opponent against the ropes. Cena plants his feet and counters, sending the mascot clumisly stumbling towards the edge. Colt catches himself on the ropes and stomps right back over, connecting with a clothesline. The vibrations rattle the metallic dome off kilter, leaving John blinded when his eyeholes are sent off center. Frustrated by this, Cena just yanks it off and rocks Cabana with it. Colt falls over, colliding with Kingston and Murphy just as they're about to throw Ziggler over the top. Dolph escapes their clutches as they collapse in a heap around them.

John Cena grabs a hold of Dolph as he's coming away from the scene. He lifts the Show-Off up and dumps him into the canvas with a Spinout Powerbomb. He then looks out at the crowd and waves his hand in front of his face.


"YOU CAN'T SEE ME"


Peacemaker hits the ropes to build up the needed speed to deliver his Five Knuckle Shuffle.


Punk: He should have dressed up as the Invisible Man.

Graves: There's always next year.


Cena comes back and drops a fist right into Ziggler's mug. It's super effective. Nearby, Lawlor has La Luchadora halfway over the top rope. It's looking dire! She's almost over! It's - NO - BOOM! - Generico comes in hot and heavy with the Ole Kick! His boot connects flush with Tom's cheek and sends him right over to the outside!


TOM LAWLOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Filthy Tom lands on the floor, furstrated as all heck. It takes a gaggle of Referees and ringside security to escort him to the back while Generico, as Sami Zayn, mocks him in perfect English. The Luchador then gets to work helping his partner back to her feet.

A few feet away, Cena scrapes Dolph up off the mat. He whips the Show-Off towards the ropes but Ziggler has the wherewithal to make the most of a bad situation. He slams into Luchadora as he comes over and knocks her right back over the ropes! She tries desperately to hold on to Generico's outstretched hand but it's no use! She's gone!


LA LUCHADORA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!


Phillips: Wow! Back-to-back eliminations! It's ruthless in there!

Ranallo: These competitors know what's a stake. A shot t the UWF Championship doesn't come around often. Some of these superstars might not seen an opportunity like this all year, so you have to make the most of them.


Infuriated, Generico takes Ziggler down with a lariat and proceeds to stomp a mudhole in him. In the far corner, Kingston is trying to get Murphy over the tope while Cena has once again set his sights on Cabana. The timer on the big screen comes to life again and ten seconds later, a new tune blares through the arena.





Roman Reigns leads the way. He's dressed as Thanos with that golden tape-wrapped fist adorned with some snazzy gems. An excited murmuring swells around the ground when the Big Dog is followed by Jonah Rock!


Phillips: That's Jonah Rock! We haven't seen him in years!

Graves: Anyone who keeps their finger on the pulse of the international wrestling circuit will tell you that Rock is an absolute killer. He's a mountain of a man but he moves like a cruiserweight.

Punk: Hmm. Interesting. Very interesting.

Ranallo: "Monster Mash" couldn't be a more appropriate song for this batch. It's one giant after another!


Kevin Nash walks out next. Big Sexy's costume is just that he's wearing a party hat. Kev has a knowing smirk on his face - a settled confidence that - OH SNAP! Randy Orton comes up from behind and jumps up real high to drop Nash with an RKO right there on the ramp! That crowd gasps, totally shocked. Orton just glares down at him with cold, snakelike eyes.

Bryan Danielson is the last of the group to come out. Channeling the energy of Ultimate Warrior, He runs down the ramp and tackles Randy Orton, likely not to save Nash but to keep the unpredictable Viper at bay. The two of them tussle on the outside, bouncing on and off the barricade much to the fans delight.

Meanwhile Reigns slides into the ring. Generico backs off of Ziggler to confront him but quickly takes a Spear for his troubles! Roman gets right back to his feet and drops an incoming Cena with Superman Punch! This lets a battered Cabana off the hook but Reigns doesn't let him get far before hoisting him up for a Samoan Drop! The mascot is driven hard into the canvas! Reigns is running roughshod on these fools.

Jonah Rock finally reaches the ring. The big man is in no rush, but that intentional, methodical pace carries a gravity with it. This man has an aura about him. When he steps through the ropes, Reigns turns and the two big men stare each other down.


"THIS IS AWESOME"

"THIS IS AWESOME"

"THIS IS AWESOME"


The Polynesian goliaths haven't even touched gloves yet and the crowd are already eating it up. Roman steps in closer, daring the returning Colossus to make a move. Jonah doesn't have to step an inch before Reigns goes down, however. Murphy breaks free from Eddie Kingston, leaving the Mad King in a heap after a low blow, before coming into to take out Roman with a dropkick to the back of his legs.

His knees buckle and Reigns is sent to the ground. Murphy then grabs a handful of hair and trunks and whips him towards the awaiting Rock, who expends no effort in elevating Roman to execute a devastating Powerbomb! Roman is left for dead at Jonah's feet while Murphy goes over to embrace his fellow Down Underer.


Ranallo: We should have known! Of course these two are in cahoots!

Punk: Buddy Murphy took a lot of criticism for the way he and Billie Kay ditched Sonya Deville, but we're seeing now that he's a guy that wants to surround himself with the elite. Geez, I mean, just look at the size of Jonah Rock. This is a smart move by Murphy.

Phillips: I can't remember a time we ever saw the former International Champion manhandled like that. Rock is a monster.


Murphy and Rock then get right back to work. They spot Cabana trying to stand on wobbly feet and head over, each grabbing and arm and leg before unceremoniously tossing him over the edge.


COLT CABANA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Buddy wipes his hands together like there weren't nothing to it. Rock just turns his head, looking for who's next. Eddie Kingston is pulling himself up in the corner when he catches their attention. Murhpy rushes over to get a hold of him first but gets totally clobbered by a Roaring Elbow! The Aussie W.M.D. is out on his feet as he falls back towards Rock. Jonah just brushes past him as he continues on a warpath towards Kingston.

With no chance of escape and no other option, Eddie shoots in on the behemoth. The Aus-zilla blasts him with a lariat on the way over, turning Kingston inside out. Just as he's reaching down to pick up the trash, though, Dolph comes in hot aiming for a Zig Zag! Jonah grabs hold of the nearby rope to brace himself and shakes the Show-Off off. Ziggler falls flat-backed on to the mat and takes a boot to the ribs afterward.

This leaves Rock open, and a hastily recovered Roman Reigns shoots in like a friggin missile, smashing into the giant's frame with a Spear! The tackle pushes Rock right into the corner spine first, leaving him crumpled up like the wreckage in a car crash. The fans pop big for the head-on collision.


Ranallo: Mama Mia! What a Spear!

Phillips: Roman nearly sent him through the turnbuckle with that one!


Back on the outside, Bryan and Randy continue to brawl. The American Dragon Irish Whips his foe into the steel steps. They become dislodged when Orton connects, and he lands in a deranged position among the mess. Danielson comes over to finish him off but come quick foot work from the Viper sees the Washingtonian slam face-first into the side of the steps with a drop toe-hold. Blood spills out from a busted lip, forming a grizzly collage with his Warrior face paint. This only feeds into his spiritual energy. The ancestors from the far reaches of the dimensions of space are with him tonight!

Danielson gets pumped up. His veins pulse, his muscles bloom, and in with superhuman boost of power, he deadlifts Randy off the arena floor and sends him soaring into the barricade with a Fallaway Slam! The fans cheer, astonished by the maneuver.

Up in the ring, Ziggler and Reigns pull Jonah up off the turnbuckle and try to push him over the ropes. Murhpy hustles over to the make the save, pulling Dolpy away and engaging him in a fist fight that takes both men away to a separate corner of the squared circle. Roman tries to send Rock over on his own, but before long, the enormous competitor has recovered enough to retaliate. He shoots an elbow back into the Big Dog's maw, knocking him away by a few feet. Generico tries to blindside him with an Ole Kick but Rock swats it away before clasping a hand around his throat, undoubtedly thinking about a choke slam.

Eddie Kingston makes the save, jumping on to Jonah's back from behind and locking in a tight Sleeper hold! Rock releases Generico's neck as he goes to save his own. His beefy didgets claw at the bicep wrapped around his throat. Kingston squeezes tighter to stay on. Even when Jonah backs up and sandwiches him into the corner, the Mad King holds the submission.


Punk: This is straight outta the Princess Bride! Eddie's been doing his homework!

Graves: The guy's been in here since the match started, and after already competing once tonight, I'm amazed he still has the energy to keep that choke locked on.

Ranallo: Having lost one title match, Eddie knows he can't afford to miss out on another. This is a man who fought tooth and nail to make it to the big leagues, he isn't about to let this moment slip out of his fingers.


Rock's face starts to turn shades and he drops to a knee. Generico backs away, hits the ropes and runs in again to clip the weakened giant with an Ole Kick! With all that damage done, Eddie releases the hold and he and the Pale Luchador team up to elevate the behemoth over the ropes.

Seeing that his partner is in dire straights, Murphy tries to make the save but Ziggler holds him back, grabbing some tights and then slamming him into the far buckle. Cena finally gets back in the fight. He aids Generico and Kingston with the near impossible task of getting Jonah Rock up and over. From the outside, Bryan sees what's happening and he leaves Orton behind to join the struggle. The four of them each take hold of a limb while Reigns returns for some extra push. Slowly but surely, they get him off of the ground. They're gaining inches at time...

Until the beast stirs.

Jonah comes to and starts trashing around like a wild animal. He bucks his opponents off like rodeo clowns. One by one, they're sent spilling away as he frees himself. Rock escapes their clutches and unleashes a visceral howl, asserting his dominance.

Then Kevin Nash comes outta nowhere and Big Boots that dude right in the face, knocking him clean over the ropes!


JONAH ROCK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


This ring ain't big enough for two HOSSES. Big Sexy, having recovered from the RKO, waited things out and picked the best moment to strike. With one enormous shot, he managed to sent Rock to the locker room. An amazed audience gives it up for the Prime Time Medalist.


Ranallo: My goodness. One Big Boot was enough to eliminate that giant. We saw Kevin Nash - a former UWF Champion - claim the Prime Time Medal in his first match back with the company. Punk, you could be looking at the next contender for your title here. This man could be unstoppable. He has the power to end the match with a single move. How can anyone prepare for something like this?

Punk: That's why I'm out here, Mauro. I'm doing my homework. I called out the entire roster and I'll gladly take on any and every last one of 'em. Each presents their own challenges and problems. I have to be able to identify and exploit those.

Kevin looks around the ring to find Bryan Danielson and Eddie Kingston eyeing him up. He beckons them to bring it and they happily oblige. Ziggler and Murphy continue to threaten eliminations on each other as they jockey for position in the corner. Cena and Reigns, meanwhile, start to square off on the far side of the ring. A haymaker from Roman knocks Peacemaker loopy and nearly sees him sent to floor. John is able to land on the apron, however, and when Roman tries to knock him off from there, he winds up on the ugly end of a headbutt. He tries over Generico as he spills backwards.

The big screen then lights up yet again, ten to nine to eight and so on all the way to one. Five more wrestlers are sent out.





John Carpenter's classic film score welcomes the last group of five to the battle royal. These ones seem to be coming out in ten second intervals, maybe a call by the powers that be to avoid any more scuffles on the ramp. The first is Chad Gable, clad in the cloak of the Angel of Death. He's the Reaper of the Ring, and he carries an even heavier air of seriousness than he has been lately. Next is Tommaso Ciampa, whose transformation into Kratos isn't a far cry from his usual ring attire. After him its Rob Conway. The Contourage isn't by his side, but the Fashionable Cowboy looks as confident as ever coming on to the stage.

The Intercontinental Champion is next. Rollins is sporting a classic Werewolf costume, and like Kingston, looks pretty banged up from the cage match. Finally, a Triangle Helmet Guard from the wildly popular Korean netflix series Squid Game makes the walk. It's impossible to say who the anonymous figure is, but there's no hiding his or her massive frame.


Graves: Who the hell is that? They look huge!

Ranallo: I can't say that I recognize it as anyone I'm familiar with on the roster. Perhaps a returning legend or surprise new signee?

Phillips: It's clever of them to hide their identity so well. Their opponents won't know what to expect!


Gable rolls under the bottom ropes and goes after Nash right away. He picks an ankle from behind, assisting Kingston and Danielson in bringing the big man down. Ciampa circles around and grabs a chair from the time keeper's area, opting to enter the fray with an advantage. Conway sees this and is about to follow suite until the triangle-masked mystery man grabs him from behind and rolls him into the ring. Conway scurries away as the monstrous figure follows after him.

Rollins has gone around the far side to get Randy Orton. He picks the Viper up off the floor but takes a European Uppercut for his troubles. Randy then grabs Seth by the arm and whips him into the barricade, which rattles hard on impact. Orton then reaches into his wrist tape and pulls out a set of VAMPIRE FANGS~! revealing his costume to be Dracula, brother. He pops those suckers in and then dives on to Randy like a bat outta hell. Seth tries to swat him away but Randy bends down and sinks his fangs into Seth's neck, taking a big ol bite and drinking that sweet, sweet blood.


Ranallo: NO! THAT MENACE! THAT MONSTER!

Phillips: That sick freak Randy Orton is actually drinking Seth Rollins' blood at ringside. Talk about taking things too far!

Graves: Maybe he's just leaning into his Viper side.

Punk: Honestly, I'm loving this.


Reigns sees what's going on and hurries to help out his boy. The Big Dog drops down and rolls under the bottom rope, getting to the floor without actually being eliminated. It's a technicality. Reigns rushes in and pulls Orton off, blasting him with an uppercut on the turnaround. The fangs are knocked clean out of Randy's mouth and sent into the hands of some poor soul in the crowd. Roman then grabs Randy by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the nearby turnbuckle, knocking him senseless and sending blood gushing from his nose.

Seth gets up, hand clutched to the two oozing holes in his neck. He gestures towards the Spanish Commentary Table. Roman knows exactly what he means. The two fellas drag a nigh lifeless Randy over while the Spanish announcers run for the hills. They work together to hoist the bonafide heavyweight up on to their shoulders and then POWERBOMB him THROUGH the TABLE!

Do the fans like Seth Rollins? No. Do they love Roman Reigns? Of course not. Do they enjoy it when fools get powerbomb'd through stuff? Of course. Big pop for the devastation.


Phillips: Oh my! And just like that, it might be game over for Randy Orton.

Graves: Seth Rollins is going to have a distinct advantage with Roman Reigns watching his back.


The mystery figure chases Conway into the ring. Rob rushes to the far side but finds Ciampa coming up there with a steel chair. He backs away nervously but walks right into John Cena, whop spins him around and lifts him up for an Attitude Adjustment! Conway slips right off, however, and kicks Cena low while he's turning around. From there, its an Ego Trip! Peacemaker gets leveled by the Conman's best maneuver. Generico slides in to offer up a hand in getting rid of Cena, and from there, the two despised superstars get to work.

Ziggler has Murphy halfway over the top table but the Aussie counters with a boot fired back that clips Ziggy Stardust right in the teeth. Buddy uses that brief opening to climb down and then whip Dolph over the ropes. He fires off with so much momentum that Ziggler soars clean over, just barely managing to catch hold of the top rope on the way by. Ziggler hold on for dear life, using all the energy he can muster to skin the cat.

Murphy would have cut him off but Ciampa comes in and blasts him across the spine with a steel chair. Kingston turns, giving up on the attack on Nash to go after the more pressing threat of a foreign objects. He gets cut off on the way over by a shoulder tackle from the triangle-masked mystery man. Since they're not having any luck getting Kevin Nash out of there, Bryan and Gable make a silent pact to go after Ciampa instead. He keeps them at bay with some wild swings of the chair. They spread out, looking for an opening.

Once again, the triangle-masked man interferes. He grabs an unsuspecting Chad from behind, turns him around, claws the neck and executes a humongous choke slam! Gable nearly breaks though the mat when he's slammed down. This leaves Ciampa to go right after Bryan. He corners the Dragon and raises his chair to fire off the kill shot, only to have the chair Superkick'd into the back of his head by Ziggler! He drops the foreign object and Dolph boots it under the ropes, deciding it isn't worth having around.

The timer on the big screen then fires up on last time. The audience all turn away from the action to focus on the ramp, excited to find out who the last surprise entrant will be. They count along with it...


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Is it the actual Boogeyman? Of course not, silly. It's the double-whammy of the returning Heath Slater and Rhino, as legendary rock star Slash and dirt sheet gossip columnist Yikes Carumba, respectively. The fans lose it. They just lose it. Unexpected as it is welcome, the iconic tandem turn, nod at each other, and sprint full speed down to the ring.

Slater slides under the rope and pops up, leveling Ziggler with a lariat. Generico comes in and gets one too! The triangle-masked mystery man wants to shut the party down but he takes a massive friggin GORE! instead. Conway eats a Jumping Neckbreaker from the man who's got kids, followed up by another GORE! A battered Conman rolls to the corner to lick his wounds while Slater and Rhino take control of the center of the ring to the cheers of the people.


Ranallo: To say I'm surprised to say these two back would be an understatement.

Punk: They were probably sick and tired of standing in AJ Styles' shadow for so long. Good for them for trying to fight their way to the top.

Graves: Rhino in drag wasn't on my 2021 bingo card, but life's full of surprises.


Rollins and Reigns look up from the floor. Rhyno and Slater dare them to climb in the ring to come get some. Reigns looks like he's ready to accept the challenge but Seth shakes a finger. That friggin weasel. It all just serves as a distraction, though. Gable and Bryan creep up behind Slater, each grab some hair and trunks, and lawn dart him over the ropes!


HEATH SLATER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Slater is shocked, sitting on the floor, astounded and heartbroken. How will he provide for his kids now? Rhino turns around, infuriated. Bryan runs in on him only to take a humongous Spinebuster. Gable tries to attack from behind but is swatted off by the War Machine. Rhino picks up Gable to toss him in retaliation. The fans boo when plans go awry - Tommaso Ciampa low blows while he's working on Chad. Rhino doubles over and the Psycho Killer whips him over the ropes to join his partner on the floor.


RHINO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


With that, Rollins and Reigns re-enter the ring. The fans are booing their faces off as a gaggle of heels stand tall in the ring while their beloved heroes have been sent packing.


Graves: Well that didn't last long.

Phillips: There are fourteen competitors left, with eight now eliminated. One of these men will establish themselves as the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship.


Rollins and Reigns step back up on to the apron and through the ropes. Ciampa is the last man standing in the ring as they enter. Seth cackles gleefully, telling Tommaso they've got him outnumbered two-to-one. Roman cracks his big ol' knuckles and they start to move in. The Psycho Killer braces himself for an unfair fight... until help arrives. It's the triangle-masked man of mystery! The mammoth in the Squid Game-based costume comes to Tommaso's side, evening things out. Though the audience isn't fond of either party, they can't help but get hyped up about the confrontation. Rollins is the Intercontinental Champ, with an absolute world-beater in Roman Reigns beside him. Ciampa is maybe the fastest rising star in the company and now he has an intriguing unknown in his corner.

The teams rush in and clash in the middle of the ring. Ciampa and Rollins go toe-to-toe, trading vicious strikes. Tommaso's pointed elbows find a home in the side of Seth's head, while the Architect's more methodical blows bounce between the midsection and chin. Reigns' thunderous, clubbing shots come fewer and farther between but when they hit, you can hear it the cheap seats. The mysterious figure weathers the storm while responding with some cannon fire of his own. The punches exchanged between the giants show more immediate signs of damage, those quaking impacts costing seconds in recovery time. Tommaso and Seth's back-and-forth is more frenetic. Quantity outweighs quality. It's a matter of pace, determination and grit.


Ranallo: It's all out war!

Graves: The Intercontinental Champ is showing some unreal toughness. Less than an hour ago, he was trapped in a cage with Eddie Kingston and now he's squaring off against a deranged lunatic in Tommaso Ciampa.

Punk: Any guesses on who the mystery guy is though? He looks a little tall to be Johnny Gargano.

Phillips: I was just thinking the same thing, Punk.


Seth is the first to mix things up. After a particularly stiff hit by the Sicilian Psycho, he wheels around the connect with a spinning kick to the guts. Ciampa doubles over and Rollins utilizes the reprieve to help his partner out, stepping in on an angle to blast the masked mystery man with a Superkick. His masked face snaps back and Roman takes advantage, nailing a snap Superman Punch to take the monster off of his feet.

Rollins barks some orders at Roman and the two of hurry to get him over the top rope. Ciampa recovers before they get the chance. He nails Roman from behind with a forearm to the back of the neck. Reigns falls into the ropes and Seth turns around just in time to take a discuss elbow to the cheek. The Messiah is knocked senseless. Tommaso moves over to check on his ally only to discover that he's already doing better. The triangle-masked mystery man stands on his own power, his broad shoulders and chest heaving with heavy breaths. Even without being able to see his expression, you can sense his emotion. It's angry.

The masked man grabs Roman up on to his shoulders and with a surprising ease, helicopters him through the air and over the ropes!


ROMAN REIGNS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Phillips: Was that an F5?

Graves: No way, I saw two full rotation. I'd call it an F10!

The mysterious competitor rips off his mask, just feeling the moment. He screams and stares down the hard cam with a crazed look. It's Wardlow! Wardlow is the surprise competitor. The crowd gasps, surprised to see this dude of all people out here dominating in the Battle Royal.

Cena and a now unmasked Kingston are duking it out in one corner while Ziggler and Murphy are back at it in another. Bryan and Gable have teamed up to work on Generico. Ciampa and Wardlow are about to move on to their next target when Rollins strikes back with a vengeance. He nails Tommaso with a lariat. Before the Psycho Killer even has a chance to fall, Seth takes an arm and whips him into the last free corner. He follows up with a running, elevated knee strike that darn near KO's the Kratos cosplayer. Wardlow hurries in to make the save. The Architect anticipated this and he uses the big man's momentum against him. When Wardlow closes in, Rollins drops down and pulls the top rope with him. There's too much momentum behind the giant, and he can't help but spill over the top with Seth's last-second evasive tactic.


WARDLOW HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Rollins laughs and waves good-bye. Rob Conway staggers over to him and nods towards Ciampa, suggesting an alliance to eliminate him. Rollins nods. Evidently the werewolf he's dressed up as isn't a lone werewolf. Seth leads the way over to Tommaso, although the second he has his back turned on Conway, that no good, dirty rotten son of a gun put a knife in it. Rob drops to his knees and nails Rollins with a lowblow!


Ranallo: What a cheap shot by Conway!

Phillips: No honor among thieves.

Punk: Wolfman's got nards!


Seth is coughing, winded, gasping for air and in total agony. Conway sees someone coming in hot and rolls out of the way. It's Eddie Kingston! The Mad King doesn't mind picking up the scraps here. He eradicates what's left of Rollins with a Burning Lariat over that sends the Architect to the floor.


SETH ROLLINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Mimicking Seth, Eddie waves good-bye while earning a huge pop from the fans. Finally he gets some comeuppance. Conway slithers over, thinking about getting a second nut shot in. Kingston spots him and spins around to face him down. Rob backs off, crawling backwards to avoid any confrontation. His reverse scuttling has him bump right into Kevin Nash, who picks him up like a newspaper, flips him over and murders him with a Jackknife Powerbomb! Conway folds in half and rolls lifelessly under the bottom rope, landing in a heap on the arena floor.

Kingston charges Big Sexy but is stopped in his tracks by a Big Boot. Generico tries his luck next. Kevin obliterates him with a clothesline, then picks him up and tosses him over the top. El Generico snatches the rope on his way over, though, and wraps his body around it like some kinda snake. He holds on for dear life while Kev attempts to peel him off.

Across the ring, Murphy shoves Ziggler away from him and moves towards the middle where things are safer. He finds Gable coming in hot in that direction, fresh off of an Irish Whip from Cena. Murphy hastily recalibrates and engages, catching Chad with a jumping knee that flattens him on the way in. The Aussie W.M.D. lands on his feet, huffing noisily through his Bane mask. So loud is the breathing, in fact, that he doesn't hear Bryan Danielson come up behind him.

The American Dragon hooks a leg and grabs some hip and then leans back to smash Murphy down neck-first into the mat with a Regalplex! Ordinarily, Danielson would bridge for the pin attempt but there's just no point in that tonight, so he releases and gets right back up, frothing at the mouth and flailing his arms in true Ultimate Warrior fashion. John Cena knocks that nonsense off with a flying shoulder tackle, coupling the weight of his frame with some momentum coming off the ropes to turn his body into an incredibly effective human battering ram. Bryan is sent flying five or six feet. Cena gets right back up and then is taken right back down by a friggin Zig Zag! Dolph catches him unawares with one of his signature maneuvers!


Phillips: I can't even keep track of who's winning this thing!

Graves: They're all winning until they're thrown over the top. That's how it works.

Punk: I've been on the wrong end of a Zig Zag and I'll tell ya something, John Cena doesn't feel like a winner right now.

Ranallo: Dolph better watch out! Here comes Ciampa!


Tommaso appears from the side and hits Ziggler with a running knee strike to the side of the head. Dolph spins off balance and falls away, bouncing off of Nash while attempting to catch his balance. This draws Kevin's attention away from Generico, who is just proving downright impossible to peel off of the top rope. Nash leaves him behind and marches off towards mid-ring. Ciampa's a maniac and engages him right there, teeing off on the much larger man with a flurry of strikes to the stomach. Kevin takes a few before they start to get to him, at which point he grabs the back of Ciampa's head with one hand and uses that to hold him steady before pounding him with a straight right. Tommaso is taken off his feet by the massive punch.

El Generico finally lets go of the rope. With nobody around, he elects to go for a risky move in a Battle Royal. The Luchador, who, it's worth noting, is sporting an incredibly convincing Sami Zayn costume, lands on the apron and then bounces up and off the ropes to launch his body towards Kevin Nash. Big Sexy 180's to see the airborne Mexican heading straight at him with the same kind of awe the dinosaurs must have considered the annihilating meteor with. The difference here is that Nash has the capability to do something about it.

Kevin catches the flying Generico across his chest and holds him there for a few seconds, an unamused expression etched across his face. Once he's tired of holding the flailing Luchador steady, Nash sends him back into the sky with a Fallaway Slam. Generico crashes into Gable and Bryan like bowling pins some eight feet away.


Ranallo: Even at this age, Kevin Nash's power is so incredible. The man is a true specimen.

Phillips: He's a former world champ, a former tag team champ, a former hardcore champ... the list goes on. He's defended gold at Wrestlemania and was a key player in the nWo running shop here on Revolution for a time. Kevin Nash is a future Hall of Famer by any standard, and from what we're seeing, there's no reason he can't be THE main event player again.


Buddy Murphy watches and learns as Generico tries and fails to bring the giant down. The Aussie W.M.D. devises an upgraded plan and puts it into action, vaulting himself off of the top rope and zeroing in on Nash like some kinda drone-guided missile strike or whatever.

Kevin sees him coming a mile away and gives him a look like "are you serious?" They say the defintiion of insanity is trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I guess "they" don't understand the Many World Theory in quantum mechanics. In this reality, yes, Nash does catch Murphy, but at the same time, Buddy wraps an arm around Big Sexy's big neck. Shifting his forward momentum to the side, Murphy is able to swing Nash off balance and drive him down into the canvas with a Tornado DDT!

Diesel is planted in the mat and Murhpy kips up, throwing up a victorious fist cause he's feeling himself. A recovering Cena is waiting for him, however, and goes for a Spinout Powerbomb. Once more, Buddy uses physics to his advantage, wrapping legs around Cena's neck and rotating to bring him down with some tilt-a-whirl headscirros.

John is propelled towards the ropes. Murphy hustles to his feet and charges at him, as Cena has braced himself on the cables rather than rebound. The Doctor of Thuganomics drops a shoulder as Buddy speeds in, shooting up at the last second to catch and catapult the man from the land down under clean over the top.


Phillips: There goes Murphy!

Ranallo: Not quite!


Buddy grabs a handful of rope on the way by. His fingers are just able to squeeze a grip on there while his feet dangle dangerously close to the floor. He hastily pulls himself up just in time for Cena to come headhunting with a haymaker!

Murphy ducks the potentially night-ending shot and shoves Cena away. John stumbles forward towards the cetner of the ring. Dolph greets him there and shoots a lariat his way. Cena drops down to avoid it, watches as Ziggler spins himself right round, and then hauls him up into Attitude Adjustment position. The former world champ then turns to face the hard cam, showboating a bit en route to delivering his signature maneuver.

Except hold on! Dolph slips off the side and blasts Cena in the face with a Superkick! John tumbles towards the edge of the squared circle, where Murphy is using all his power to pull the top rope down! Cena spills right over it and crashes down to the ground.


JOHN CENA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Murphy breathes a sigh of relief and pulls himself back to stand on the apron again and then BOOM another Superkick from Ziggler! Murphy's out cold! He falls down right on on top of Cena, his boots clanging against the arena floor.


BUDDY MURPHY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Ziggler smirks and shrugs. Friggin Show-Off. Generico has been standing aside and watching the scene play out, and when Dolph's guard his down, he rushes up, takes some hair and some tights and lawn darts Ziggy towards the outside. The two-time world champ goes through the top and middle but holds on in an almost 619 kinda way, though he lands on the apron.

The Pale Luchador comes right at him. Dolph gets low and pops a shoulder through the cables, smashing into Generico with a headbutt to the tummy. As El retreats, Ziggler comes back into the ring on the offensive. He lands a few good strikes until Generico snags a hold of him and launches off with an Exploder Suplex!

Dolph is sent towards one of the unoccupied corners. A few feet away, Bryan and Gable opt to return to the thankless task of getting Kevin Nash out of the ring. They each grab and arm to pull Kev up. They actually find a way to get him standing, but once he is, Diesel shakes them off and then grabs there heads and cracks their skulls together with some Three Stooges inspired offense.

Eddie Kingston comes over to help out. He whips Nash around and works him over with a series of Kojima-speed chops to the chest. Kevin's shirt starts to tear under the knife-edged shots, red welts instantly becoming visible below.


Ranallo: Eddie Kingston is going to town on Kevin Nash with these chops, paying tritubtes to some of his heroes like Misawa and Kojima.

Punk: They guy wears his influences on his sleeve. There aren't many coaches in other sports who are so eager to share their playbook, but when you're ripping off some of the best to ever do it, I don't think it matters anyway. When it works, it works.


Of course Big Sexy doesn't suffer this onslaught for long. He catches on of those open-handed strikes comes in, wraps the arm up behind Kinston's head and just slammers him with an old classic - The Heart Punch! Kingston drops, probably dead.

Behind them, Generico drags Ziggler into the corner and drapes him so he's standing and leaning over the top. Rather than toss him over, the Luchador backs up all the across the ring to get himself a running start. Paying tribute to his mentor Sami Zayn, El Generico sprints over to pound Dolph with the Ole Kick, his rendition of the Helluva Kick. But Dolph slips out of harms way just in time!

Meanwhile Ciampa tries to blindside Nash. Kevin cuts him off, though, and takes the wind out of his sails with a huge knee to the bread basket. Tommaso doubles over, gasping like a fish outta water. Kevin flips him up into position for a Jackknife Powerbomb. Instead of punishing him into the mat, Nash carries Ciampa over to the edge of the ring, electing to drive him into the arena floor instead.


Graves: Oh my goodness... this could get ugly!

Ranallo: Kevin Nash is going to Jackknife Tommaso Ciampa over the top rope!

Punk: Cool.


Kevin has no trouble managing the weight of Ciampa. The dude's an absolute beast. He brings the Sicilian to the ropes, lifts up a bit and then sends him down, letting go to get rid of the Psycho Killer once and for all.

Except Ciampa wraps his legs around Nash's neck! He leans back, grabbing the top rope as he flips over! It's a hurricanrana, brother! That kinda vanilla midget cruiserweight garbage that Big Sexy has never had any time for! Nash is totally caught off gaurd and balance! Ciampa bracing himself on the top cable drops it a bit too, making it a tripping hazard for the giant.

At this point, the natural laws of the universe take over. There's no stopping what's been set in motion. The Prime Time Medalist goes over the ropes and crash lands on the ground.


KEVIN NASH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


In the corner half the ring away, Ziggler beams Generico with a headbutt and then sits him up on the top turnbuckle. The luchador is seeing stars, his eyes crossed, his demeanour loopy. Ziggler climbs up to stand on the intersecting second ropes, perhaps looking to shove Generico off or maybe just to superplex him into oblivion. Whatever his plans, they never come to fruition.

Generico comes to before any harm can occur and slides out beneath Ziggler. He catches him with a low blow, spins him around so that he's leaning precarious against the top now and then bounces up to join him there. It's dangerous territory to stand in, but ultimately worth it. Before anyone else can come over and shove them off, Generico lifts Dolph up and drops him headfirst into the buckle.


Ranallo: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!

Graves: Dolph is dead. Forget sending him back to the retirement home, let's find this man a cemetery.


Ziggler falls back into the ring, a lifeless husk. Generico squeals with Hispanic delight and goes to pick him up to toss him out. He pulls Dolph to his feet but Ziggler slides through his arms like a helpless sandbag. Generico decides to go and look for some help. He turns around to find a friendly -


Phillips: RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!

Punk: What the hell? I didn't even see him get up.


Nobody did. Nobody was paying attention. It took some time, but eventually Randy recovered from the powerbomb through the table. The Viper played oppossum after that, watching through half-shut eyes, waiting for his opportune moment to strike. When El stuck his neck out, the Vampire bit once more.

And RKO from the depths of hell drops Generico, smashing his face into the mat. Randy then picks him up and throws him out like yesterday's garbage.


EL GENERICO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Graves: And just like that, both of Sami Zayn's proteges have been eliminated from contention. The Forever Champ can't be happy about this.

Phillips: You do know that -

Graves: What, Phillips? What do I'm supposed to know what?

Phillips: Nevermind.


Ciampa pulls himself back into the ring but Randy's waiting for him. The Psycho Killer is coming through the ropes when Orton grabs his neck, pulling him in a ways and thend ropping him down with his signature Draping DDT!

Tommaso's face smushes into the hard mat. Orton goes to scrape up what's left but Bryan stops him there. The American Dragon sends Randy on his way with a German Suplex. Rolling backwards and landing in a seated position, the dazed Apex Predator is left exposed to take some nasty YES Kicks.

Danielson squares up and then hacks Orton down like he's felling a hundred foot fir in his native Pacific Northwest. Each kick is met with a thunderous response from the capacity crowd, and leaves an equally impressive dent in the chest Randy.


Phillips: It looks like Bryan is putting some extra heat on those kicks tonight.

Ranallo: The American Dragon has returned to action with the goal of seeing his beloved sport taken more seriously. When he competes, it's always going to be with the utmost athletic intensity.

Graves: And you can see why he'd have a problem with a maniac like Randy Orton.


Close by, Eddie Kingston crawls over to Chad Gable, getting in a few good punches and then pulling the Olypmian to his feet. His attempts to thrust the Reaper of the Ring over the top are shut down by a sudden reversal of positions. Gable steps behind, drops down and explodes up as he hopes to send the Mad King to the outside. Eddie bucks him off, but Gable is quick to readjust. He pops up, grabs the waist and rolls back, bringing Kingston with him in a backwards sommersault that rotates completely through into a German Suplex!

The Chaos Theory is picture perfect and garners an impressed pop from the fans. It catches Daniel Bryan's attention, too. He ceases his assault on Orton, shoving the Viper away and marching over towards Gable. Chad sees him coming and meets him in the center of the ring.


Ranallo: These too might share something of a kindred spirit - we've seen them teaming up several times so far tonight -

Punk: I think that's about to go out the window, Mauro. What philosophies and practices these two purists have common, when it comes down to it, only one man can win this match.


Gable and Bryan hook up collar-and-elbow. It's the first time we've seen that in this Battle Royal. The technicians vie for superior position, their footwork moving in esoteric dances so precise that the genius of it all is lost on the casual viewer. Each inch gained and every ounce of weight carefully utilized is intentional, though. The leaning in, the give-and-take, everything down to breathing is calculated.

It's Chad who breaks through first, finding an opening to slip around side as he looks to take the back. Though he's dressed up as the Ultimate Warrior, Bryan has shunned that gimmick completley as he goes full on vintage Dragon, pulling off some matwork that Warrior could have never hoped to have achieved. Danielson counters by dropping to his back, grabbing Gable's calves and shooting his legs up to hook and help bring Gable down to the mat. Chad rolls himself out of what would have been a prime setup for the LeBell Lock.

They both spring back to their feet and engage in another lock-up. Bryan is quick to take a wrist and bring it around Gable's back with a Hammerlock. Chad grimaces and slaps his own shoulder the way guys do when they're caught like that. He doesn't linger there long, mind you. With a step through and a twist, the Olypmian counters with a Hammerlock of his own. When Danielson attempts to escape in a similar fashion, Chad hooks on a front facelock and squeezes tight, hoping to slow Bryan down by taking his breath away.

Meanwhile Ciampa heads after Kingston. The Mad King is still feeling the effects of the Chaos Theory and doesn't offer much in the way of resistance when Tommaso picks him up. It isn't until Eddie is halfway over the top that he comes to his sense and starts to fight back. He kicks his legs back and swings his arms until he finally manages to shake the Psycho Killer off.


Phillips: Close call for Kingston there.

Ranallo: Ciampa was like a vulture, swooping in to pick up the scraps. Kingston was just able to fend him off before his title ambitions were gobbled up!


Bryan is fading on his feet, stuck in a tight front Guillotine Choke now. Gable is leaning into it with all his might, using expert gripping technique to ensure his fingers can't be unraveled. A nervous hush falls over the crowd for the first time since the bell rang. Is this is for Bryan? Is the former multiple-time world champ about to be taken out?

NO! Randy Orton flies in OUTTA NOWHERE wit the RKO again! He slides over Bryan like an action hero sliding over the hood of their car, catching Gable's wide open neck on the way by to pull him away from the Dragon while he executes his infamous cutter.

Chad is implanted into the mat, but any notions of this being a charitable move by Randy are dismissed entirely when Randy leaves the Olympian behind to pick up Bryan so he can eliminate him himself.


Punk: Orton's still salty about those Yes Kicks. He took it personally.

Graves: Bryan's a genertaional talent and I'd favour him in most match-ups against anyone, but thereare some guys you just don't want to prevoke for no reason and Randy Orton is one of them. He's a vindictive, violent man.


Orton grabs Bryan by the scruff of the neck and drags him to the edge, whipping him over. But Danielson counters, planting his weight and pivoting to send Orton that way instead! Randy is caught by surprise and can't help but be flung over to the floor below!


RANDY ORTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


The fans scream and cheer, elated to see the beloved Danielson live to fight another day. He hangs half-consciouslly against the ropes, finally having a moment to catch his breath. There are bruises around his throat from where Gable was squeezing the life out of him. Bryan coughs several times while nursing the damage.

There's no quarter offered in Battle Royals, though. No opportunity to sit back and rest when the numbers start to dwindle. While Bryan recuperates, Gable finds just enough juice in his batteries to explode up and tackle him. He's a wrestler by trade, but there's something downright football about the way he pounces at the Dragon. A shoulder tackle sends the winded Hall of Famer right over the top to where Randy Orton landed moments earlier.


BRYAN DANIELSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


A mortified crowd boos the heck out of Gable, furious that he'd do the iconic Danielson dirty like that. The Reaper of the Ring feels no guilt in living up to his name, though. This isn't the type of match a purist like him would want to win to establish himself as the next world title contender, but he'll work with what he's given.

The Television Champ turns to face off against the other three left in the ring. Kingston and Ciampa's brawl has spilled towards the center, while Ziggler is coming right at him. Dolph is sporting a crimson mask courtesy a gash caused by the BRAINBUSTAAAH~! The red blood has soaked into his blonde hair, giving him a classic Flair or Dusty look.


Graves: Dolph is bleeding out in there. He better hope to wrap this up quickly or he might just pass out.

Phillips: A cut like that might see the match get called off under ordinary circumstances.


Gable engages Ziggler with a collar-and-elbow. A former collegiate wrestler himself, Dolph is certainly no slouch in the graps department, but there's no competing with a stud like Chad. The Reaper of the Ring quickly makes his way to Dolph's back. An attempt at a German is stuffed, so Chad just gets ugly with it and forces Ziggler to the apron through the ropes like he's wrassling a calf to the ground the way ranchers do to tag them the good ol' fashion way.

In the middle of the squared circle, Kingston and Ciampa are trading shots. Tommaso gets in a snazzy combo only for Eddie to retaliate with a massive Spinning Backfist! The Psycho Killer is caught before he can fall over and Eddie whips him towards the other two.

After getting Ziggler through the ropes, Gable is now trying to shove him off the edge. Dolph has a deathgrip on the cables and won't give up that easy, though. Ciampa is sent barelling towards them but rather than make any contact, he drops and slides across the canvas, going under the bottom rope to the arena floor. Once he's on the outside, he grabs Ziggler's legs and just yanks, executing a surprising and unceremonious elimination.


DOLPH ZIGGLER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Once again, a haunted hush falls over the crowd. They didn't see it coming. Not like that. Another legend taken out of contention. Hope stolen as if by a thief in the night. Dolph lands standing. It takes him a second to process it, too. When the quiet is replaced by a tsunami of booing, however, the reality sinks in. Without a second thought, Ziggler steps back and blasts Ciampa with a Superkick, knocking him senseless before sliding him back under the bottom rope.

Gable picks the Psycho Killer off of the mat and throws him right back over the top to the floor while Ziggler walks off without bothering to look back.


TOMMASO CIAMPA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


Now the arena is bursting at the seems. The fans are on their feet for the final two competitors. Eddie Kingston on one side, Chad Gable on the other.


Phillips: This is it! We're down to two!

Punk: Alright. Okay. Here we go.

Ranallo: You couldn't as for two more different competitors. Eddie Kingston is a street fighter born and raised. He never wrestled as a collegiate athlete. He stuided his craft by trading tapes. Chad Gable is an All-American. He's a superstar. His style is as classically refined as it gets, in the vein of Angle and Hart and Backlund and Robinson and Gotch. Something's gotta give! One of these wrestlers will go on to compete for the world championship! This is what the UWF is all about!

The chants start up again...


"THIS IS AWESOME"

"THIS IS AWESOME"

"THIS IS AWESOME"


Gable crouches into the position he was trained to start matches with. Eddie balls up his fists. His eyes are glazed, his stance is wobbly. It's been a long night.

Chad slowly closes the distance, inching forward, looking for an opening. Kingston isn't the type of guy to wait around for a fight when there's one right there he can storm into. He goes on the offensive, pushing into Chad and driving him forcefully towards the ropes.

Gable uses that momentum against him, maneuvering his feet to spin around so that it's Eddie who's backing up towards the edge. Kingston goes oldschool and cuts that off with a handclap to both ears. It's a crude attack, but effective. Chad's equilibrium is shaken and he lets go, needing a moment to regain composure. Eddie tries to capitalize and send him over the top, only for Gable to plant his feet and reroute so that he sends Kinston sprinting back across the ring with an Irish Whip.

The Mad King bounces back and the two of them meet shoulder-to-shoulder in the middle of the ring. The force stumbels them both back a few paces. Eddie shakes the cobwebs while the Reaper of the Ring shoots in. He swivels to get behind Kingston's back and hooks on a waistlock, knowing that another Chaos Theory will be enough to put him down for good.

Chad rolls back, bringing Eddie with him. The roll is completed and Gable pops up for the German...




But Kinsgton pops out! He lands behind Gable and catches him with a boot to the gut when the Olympian stands up. From there, he hooks the arms behind the back and lifts up with whatever strength he has left before spiking his opponent head-first into the mat.


Ranallo: TIGER DRIVER '91!

Punk: Nothing more Misawa than that!


Gable is out cold. Kingston picks him up and throws him over the top to the floor below!


CHAD GABLE HAS BEEN ELMIINATED!


Eddie drops to his knees and celebrates while the crowd explodes! The people are clapping and screaming and cheering to see a dream finally realized.


Phillips: Kingston has done it! He's done it! Eddie Kingston is the Number One Contender for -

Graves: Shut up, Phillips! Don't you hear that?

Phillips: Hear what?

Graves: Exactly! There's nothing to hear! The bell didn't sound!


It's true. No bell. Because the match isn't over. Rob Conway was never eliminated. The Conman slithers back under the bottom rope. He'd been hiding under the apron, waiting for this moment. Eddie's back is turned, and he's so caught up in his emotions that the booing of the crowd doesn't even alert him to the danger coming in from behind.

Conway grabs up Kingston by and hoists him up quicker that a hiccup. He tosses him over the top rope!


Ranallo: That no good son of a bitch! Rob Conway just stole the victory!

Phillips: That's cheating! He was hiding under the ring! It's unfair! It's wrong! It's injustice!

Graves: It's a great gameplan and it worked! Rob Conway knows how to get the job done and you can't take that away from him.

Punk: Hey... wait a sec...


Eddie Kingston is still holding on to the top rope with one hand. A single foot touches the floor, but just enough to push him back on to the apron. The Countourage is running down the ramp to celebrate, and they're the first to see Eddie come back through the ropes on the ramp side.

Conway is already flaunting his victory with a parade around the ring. He's on the far side when he sees the Mad King speeding towards him like a friggin freight train. Too stunned to move, too horrified to counter, Rob Conway eats a Burning Lariat that sends him clean over the top rope. He bounces off the apron on his way to the floor.


ROB CONWAY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED


DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE UWF CHAMPIONSHIP...
EDDIE KINGSTON!


Kingston collapses onto his back, tears of joy welling up in his eyes. Whatever joy the fans felt before is doubled, maybe even trippled after the rollercoaster ride they just experienced. They're jumping up and down, screaming their faces off while Eddie just lies there, letting it play out like music to his ears. This is it. This is what he's been fighting for. After the disappointment of coming up short in the cage match, to win this - a Battle Royal against the whole damn world to get the Mad King a shot at the throne - it's heavy. It's heavy as all heck.

The Contourage circles the ring and collects a disappointed Conway, helping him to the back while he curses out anyone within earshot about how he just got screwed over.


Ranallo: What a monumental display of heart from Eddie Kingston. He was one of the first entrants into the match and he stuck it out to be the last man standing.

Phillips: It was a hellacious contest with the entire roster fighting tooth and nail to make it to the end.

Punk: Alright kid. Time to get to work.


CM Punk takes his title, stands up and hops the barricade, heading off through a crowd that's too preoccupied to pay attention to him. The moment is entirely Eddie's, and he can have it. Kingston finally gets to his feet to have his hand raised while the UWF fans give him an ovation he'll never forget. Halloween Havoc comes to a close with the Mad King standing tall in the ring.


END OF SHOW


Credits

Conway vs Murphy, Kingston vs Rollins - Danny
Halloween Casino Battle Royal - Fauche

[crann]

What a rad supershow.

That cage match was dope. Great use of the stipulation for some real high spots – loved the Olympic Slam in particular, which is a nice little throwback to Rollins' history in the fed. Kingston is a great babyface. I've not really seen much of his run here while I've been away, but he's definitely a guy to watch for a lot of reasons, looks like.

The Conway/Murphy match was pretty solid too. It's tough being the middle match between a big stip like a steel cage and the marquee battle royal. This one didn't overstay its welcome, and there were some good moments between the two stables. I definitely get the feel that the business between these groups might not be entirely finished.

Now, let's talk about that battle royal. I knew it was going to be rad as heck when I read that Fauche would be writing it, and of course it was. Some very memorable moments include Jonah Rock being a beast until Nash booted him in the face, Wardlow also being a beast until he took the mask off, and Slater and Rhyno making a surprise return. Very honoured to have gone as deep as I did with Dolph in his return match. This comeback has been a while in the making and I was supposed to promo for the last PPV, but it just wasn't in the cards. Happy I was able to bring Ziggy back in a big, juicy stip like this and continue to build on his battle royal resume. Chasing his first battle royal victory would be reason enough to bring Dolph out of mothballs, but of course, he's got history with the current world champion and I'd love to eventually get to session with Faucher again. For the meanwhile, it looks like Ziggy is set up for a return feud with either Murphy or Ciampa, and I'd be game for either. Kingston, meanwhile, will get a big match with Faucher's Punk – no small challenge, but it looks like he could be a real threat.

It's nice to be back in the swing of things after some time away. The break was needed and I feel refreshed. Looks like there's a nice mix of fresh faces and old hands around, so it seems a good time to make my comeback. Looking forward to competing with everyone.

[Fauche]

Big congrats to ada picking up the win in the Battle Royal. I really liked the concept of having people vote on the winner. There are def instances in times gone past when I don't think it could have worked without hurting feeling or turning into a busted up popularity contest, but also, times in the past when a big ol' multi-man match could've benefited lots from the democratic process. So thank Gordwe're in the middle of the glory days where something like this works and churns out an excellent contender that I think everybody's gotta be happy with. And there were a ton of awesome promos too. In Rumble / Aztec Warfare threads, you have to address so many people at once with a tt but with this style, you get to just say what you wanna say about yourself. Loved it. Big fan. Let's do it again some time.

Excellent Orton promo early on, maybe one of Evolution's best. Murphy's segment was also great. An active Jye is a great Jye, super creative and refining things and getting better on the weekly. Excited to see him add Jonah Rock to the mix. Cage match was also v v good.

Had lots of fun writing the Battle Royal. I think I've only done one before and it was a last minute tag team one and I don't know if it was any good. It's tricky though, you gotta set up feuds and pay things off and keep everyone looking strong even though all of them except one person loses. Tried to give everyone at least one significant moment or part where they looked tough as nails. V sorry if you got ripped off. My only real regrets are not enough Halloween spots and also not giving Heath and Rhino more asses to kick but their spot came at the end of day one of writing so maybe it got rushed v sorry Dres. Anyway, multi-man extravaganzas are a heck of a thing and I got a whole new appreciation for the dudes who have written very entertaining ones in the past. Maybe in the future you (reading this now) will write one!

[Evolution J]

Thanks for the props Fauche, I really appreciate that. But I enjoy the Battle Royale and all the promos. It was top notch. It was way better than anything we see in WWE and AEW nowadays. Congrats to Ada, you deserved it. The cage match was pretty cool. Too bad Kingston didn't come out with a win. But at least he got a title shot at CM Punk's championship. Enjoyed the writing of course.Huge props to Danny and the writers as well.