Post by Danny on Nov 11, 2021 16:21:14 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: It's time for another fantastic episode of Revolution and it'll be capped off by none other than the world renowned luchador El Generico taking on UWF Champion CM Punk.
Mauro Ranallo: plus last week saw the return of former UWF Champion Dolph Ziggler! He'll be in action against the Sicilian Psychopath Tommaso Ciampa.
Tom Phillips Ciampa has been on a violent warpath but so has another man, Randy Orton and he'll continue his streak of hurting people when he goes up against a mystery opponent. Who do you guys think that could be?
Corey Graves: Well luckily it won't be John Cena because unfortunately I have to sit through another John Cena match but thankfully it'll be to see him get beat by none other than the Conman himself.
Mauro Ranallo: And last but not least, Hornswoggle goes 1 on 1 with the Television Champion Chad Gable. Will he end up being another sacrifice to the ring? All that and more on tonight's Revolution!
No theme music, no announcement – there was no need. The Mad King has managed to do what needed to be done as he has turned around the slump he has been going through. He has secured himself a date with destiny. He has earned through blood, sweet and tears a match against the world heavyweight champion himself – CM Punk. The Best in the World going against the Baddest in the World. A class of styles with the grandest prize of them all on the line? Sort of makes all the pain and anger he has gone through this last month worth it.
“No one ever said it would be easy. No one ever said that this journey I have been on for over twenty years would be a walk in the park. I am starting to see that now – that I am not the man I am twenty years ago, that my body is failing me. The injuries are catching up and my time – is coming to an end. Twenty years is a long time to be doing this with nothing to show. I have fought my way to this moment, to this chance and let me tell you something – it was worth it. Seth Rollins – I need to thank you. Honestly you showed me that my biggest weakest, my number one flaw – was underestimating people. I looked at you and saw nothing more than a bargain bucket CM Punk – and I was wrong, you are nothing like that man. You are sniffling, pathetic, overrated, cowardly piece of shit. I told you – that your hollow victories, the things you have done to me – will not stop me, that you managed to once again weasel away from me, retain your paper championship – heck anyone else would have let that get to them, they would have thrown in the towel – they would have let you get the win you wanted, to be the one to end it all – but me – nah. You fucked up again – you didn’t kill me. I fucking told you, that I don’t learn, that it’s not in my nature. You keep beating me and I keep coming back for me. You put me through hell – and yet I could still stand, I could still fight and I could still win and that’s what I fucking did. I went out there in the main event, after getting beaten and battered for twenty minutes and I won. I am going to the top now, twenty years paying off – main event with CM Punk of all people – where are you going Seth? Curtain jerking while your wife brings home the bacon.”
He would smirk a little bit, the defeat was still sore, but do you know what he did he bounced back from that defeat with a victory, but not just with any victory – the one victory he has been chasing his entire career, the one victory that makes everything he has done in UWF – worth it.
“CM Punk. Me and you go way back. Me and you have history. Me and you have stepped into a UWF ring before and we fucking knocked it out of the park. I am not out here to pick a fight with you, I am not out here to cause a stir. I am out here to say one thing and one thing only CM Punk – let’s bring the house down. let’s put on a fucking clinic. I am gunning for that title – you know it, you know me – this is not like last time, this is different. The one thing that has always escaped me is right there and you know I am going to give it my all and you – fuck – you’re the best in the world and your champion for a reason. But I want this CM Punk – I want this more than you will ever know. I need it, I have to win this match no matter what – and I just want you to know that – that this is nothing personal. That I hold nothing against, we have fought and beat the shit out of each other many times, but I respect you – but let me tell you – that does not mean I will go easy on you!”
Not five seconds after Kingston lowers his microphone, the lights in the arena dim and the UWF Champ's music hits the PA.
P U N K
The big screen lights up one letter at a time, keeping in rhythm with "Digging for Windows". Strobes illuminate the entrance ramp as CM Punk and Samoa Joe steps through the curtain. Screaming fans reach over the barricade, some looking for high-fives, the others just getting a little closer to stick a middle finger in the Second City Saints' face. While Joe glares down the latter, a focused Punk marches onward, eyes dead set on the man standing in his ring.
Joe pulls ahead of Punk, getting into the squared circle first to put something between that rabid dog of a Number One Contender and the man he'll be challenging. The Samoan Submission Machine's words to the Mad King can't be heard over the roar of the crowd, though it's clear the warning he's leveling isn't much concern to Kingston.
After grabbing a microphone, Punk joins them in the ring. A hand gesture to the back silences his music and the Champ gets straight to it.
Punk: Let's not be around the bush here, Eddie. Straight to the point - it doesn't matter a god damn bit whether or not the very best version of you shows up and decides not to "take it easy on me". You've got the balls to say it, the heart to believe it, but not the talent to back it up.
A week ago we all bore witness to greatest night of your career - hell, maybe of your entire life. And that's as good as it'll ever get.
Punk: It couldn't have been more than an hour after you really cemented the fact that you aren't capable of even winning the company's silver medal that you got everyone all riled up about your chances of somehow achieving something greater. I'm having a hard time following the logic there. You couldn't find a way to beat a guy who'll do anything not to lose. How do you think you're gonna beat a man who will do whatever it takes to win? Yes, there's a difference, and yes, I know it sounds cliche as all hell but I'm the one guy here who gets to say it and mean it because between the both of us, I'm the one who didn't trip of the hype of their winning streak.
Oooh, we're handing out those tough pills now. Don't waste my time with that "it's not personal" bullshit. Buddy, it better get personal. A month ago I had Tom Lawlor telling me the same thing, look where that got him. I'm trying to build a legacy here and I can't do that just by beating a different flash in the pan every month. I'm not interested in a marquee match against some guy who happened to win a battle royal one time. No. I want to fight the meanest, nastiest, most violent son of a bitch that ever stepped through the ropes straight from the streets. I'm sharing my pay-per-view main event with you, Kingston. So in return, hows about you check those manners at the door and give me something ugly so this thing at least looks competitive?
I know you've got a bad habit of choking when it matters most and shooting yourself in the foot when opportunity knocks, but for own sake, make this one time the exception. Give me that, cause I'm letting you stand within reaching distance of this.
CM Punk lifts his UWF Championship belt in the air, dangling it between Kingston and himself. The Mad King looks right past it, straight at man behind it. Those crazed eyes. Those balled fists. Security starts to funnel out from the back, anticipating the worst. It never gets that far, though. Punk slowly starts to back away, eventually flinging the strap back over his shoulder before stepping through the ropes. The fans aren't happy about being deprived of an altercation. Eddie hears their disappointment and invites the Champ to step back in the ring, but Punk just turns away to go back up the ramp. Joe stays behind a little longer, maintaining that barricade for a bit. Kingston and Joe share a few more barbs as security surrounds the ring. The Submission Machine eventually just smirks and follows his partner to the back, leaving the Number One Contender standing tall as Revolution heads to the next segment.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, 'The Conman' Rob -
Suddenly Maryse walks into the scene accompanied by Simon Dean and Sylvan and raises a single hand into the face of Renee as if to shush her.
Maryse: No, no, no - Il n'y a aucun moyen pour quelqu'un comme vous d'interviewer mon client, retirez-vous s'il vous plaît! - shoe, go away little girl.
Renee looks less than impressed as Maryse snatches the microphone from her and motions the camera to focus on her instead.
Maryse: Please welcome the most impressive physique and the greatest mind in professional wrestling today, my business client, the irresistible Rob Conway!
Rob Conway: Bonjour, mon ami. It's good to have an interviewer that actually deserves a moment of my time...
Maryse: Yes, it's wonderful to have an interviewer with some actual interviewing ability too no? - Anyway, this week you have a match with John Cena... do you have any words for your opponent this week?.
Rob Conway: Not particularly. But I'll play along - see John Cena likes to walk around and rap about his opponents and each and every week they get worse. There's no rhyme or sense to any of them and if you ask 'The Conman'?. rap music already sucks but John Cena really takes that suck to a whole new level. And he had some things to say about 'The Conman' - none of which was really coherent so let me put it this way to Mister Cena. You're time is up, my time is now. You see what I did there?. Anyway, John Cena you used to be top dog around here, a former World Champion and household name and now you run around doing silly little raps with that skank Eve Torres hanging round your neck like a bad smell. It'd be funny if it weren't so damn sad. And it's sad to admit that this once great name, this megastar John Cena is little more than a stepping stone for Rob Conway but it ain't even that - no you John Cena are a warm up, a gimmie match - a can for Rob Conway to run through on his way to some real competition.
Maryse: I couldn't have said anything truer myself. Now if John Cena is a stepping stone then who are you stepping up to next 'Conman'?, who is next in line for Rob Conway?
Rob Conway: That's a really good question Maryse, obviously 'The Conman's main target as ever is the UWF Championship that CM Punk likes to parade around as if he earned. But as we saw last week, due to Ethan Carter's stupid stipulations and a cowboy outfit that was just a little too tight in too many places and a distraction caused by that skinny fat paper champion CM Punk... 'The Conman' came up short to Eddie Kingston, 'The Conman' came second place and once again Rob Conway is passed over for the World Championship match at the pay-per-view. Now let's not fool anyone Maryse, 'The Conman's number one goal is still to be the World Champion here in the UWF but in the mean time I suppose 'The Conman' will have to take his attentions elsewhere. See the past month there's been this nuisance in 'The Conman's way called Buddy Murphy and last week Buddy Murphy was shown to be little more than the fodder I said he was. 'Conman' beat him at Bad Blood thanks in part to you Maryse, and then again in one on one competition, 'The Conman' showed Buddy Murphy that he's little more than a cheap imitation of a superior man. But let's go back, let's go back a couple weeks prior and let's talk about the fact that there's another champion out there walking around with a title belt that should be around my waist. I'm talking about Seth Rollins, the Intercontinental Champion.
Maryse: Didn't you already beat him?
Rob Conway: My point exactly Maryse. See Seth Rollins likes to walk around here with his holier than thou messiah complex but at the end of the day the cold hard fact of the matter is - 'The Conman' pinned 'The Messiah's shoulders to the mat for the three count. Now I don't know about you Maryse, or you Sylvan or you Simon... but shouldn't that make Rob Conway the Intercontinental Champion?. I think it does, and you guys, you think it does... so what does Seth Rollins think?. Because Seth Rollins has been rolling around making a mockery of that title fighting Eddie Kingston for the past month when he knows damn sure that I have his number. So Seth, I'm calling that number again and you'd better pick up because 'The Conman' misses having gold around his waist and while the World Championship is being devalued by the minute with CM Punk and that homeless looking bum Eddie Kingston fighting over it... 'The Conman' is about ready to bring some prestige to the Intercontinental Championship belt. Seth, I've beaten you before, and I'll do it again given the opportunity - except this time?, I'm taking that Intercontinental Championship and I'm going to do it my way... not the right way... not the wrong way... but the CON-WAY...
Conway laughs and smirks as his Controuage all stand alongside him looking mightily impressed with their leader.
Chimel: Next... from Dublin, Ireland... weighing in at 147 pounds... The King, Hornswoggle!
"Down With The King" by Run DMC hits as King Hornswoggle come out to a chrous of boos and he smiles wearing his crown. He walks down the entrance ramp waving all to his peasants as he turns to the right and he walk up the steel steps. He walk along the ropes as he stops and he slides under the ring ropes.
The arena lights all go down and black out. The huge screen on the stage emits the only light now as it displays the now Ominous words of "The Alpha Academy". Still cloaked in shadows steps a lone figure onto the stage. The leader of the Academy himself. The UWF Television championship is strapped around his waist.
He stands there for what seems like an uncomfortable time before starting to walk to the ring. His eyes are locked the entire time. He never loses sight of the Holy Battle Ground in front of him. He gets to the end of the ramp and slowly lowers his head. He stands there for about 5 seconds before raising his head again to face the ring.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 208 pounds, The American Alpha.. The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable!!
Chad slowly, almost robotically makes his way to to the stairs and begins to climb them. He grabs the rope and walks along the legnth of the apron, running his hand across the rope. He gets to the turn buckle and pats the top pad. Chad wipes his feet on the apron and steps into the ring. He takes a few seconds to walk circles in the ring. He steps into the center of the ring and kneels to his knees and bows his head one more time. He head slowly raises, followed by his body. He walks over to the timekeeper and hands them his championship before taking a spot in the corner of the ring.
VS 
DING! DING! DING!
Gable rushes out the corner as Swoggle scoots right through his legs as from behind the rat grabs the shin of Gable he pulls with all his might to trip the TV champion to no avail, Gable turns as Swoggle backs off. The champ grabs the leprachaun by his ears but he slips out of the grasp as Gables face wears a look of annoyance before his face turns to pure shock as the former TV Champ takes a bit out of his quads...
Tom Phillips: " Swoggle going for the dirty tactics of biting...
Corey Graves: " What a smart tactician the King is...
Swoggle releases as he begins to back off as the look of anger of Gables face is unforeseen. Gable takes a boot to the little guy but Swoggle on all fours dodges the attack, The champion begins to chase Swoggle as he make his way under the ropes, Swoggle with Gable hot on his heels goes under the ring where Gable has watched the tapes as instead of following into Swoggle county he goes to the other side of the ring, Swoggle emerges right where Gable predicted shocked that Gable didnt fall for his trap. Gable grabs hold of Swoggle or so he thought as he slips right out of his hands, Swoggle looks slicker than usual, Swoggle quickly slides into the ring...
Corey Graves: " Swoggle what a genius oiling himself up so Gable cant keep his hands on him...
Tom Phillips: " Swoggle seems to be trying to play cat and mouse hoping that Gable will slip up...
Gable rolls in side ways after the former champion, Swoggle instead of running does a running splash as he attempts to make a cover...
One!
Two!
Gable throws Swoggle up in the air as he powers out of the attempt at the sneak pinfall...
Corey Graves: " Swoggle almost had the champion right there the sudden change in attack...
Mauro Ranallo: " How would Gable feel he is being made to look like a joke in his sacred area...
Corey Graves: " It is sacrilegious...
Gable quickly gets to his feet as Swoggle begins to climb the turnbuckle his foot is caught as Swoggle begins to kick the arm off him as he is on the second turnbuckle, Gable gets to his feet keeping his grip, Swoggle turns and jumps splashing sideways into Gable as he falls back, Gables shoulders are pinned to the mat...
One!
Mauro Ranallo: " Swoggle might upset the champion!!...
Two!
Thr...
Gable gets a shoulder up but instead of pushing Swoggle off he keeps him in his arms. Chad gets to a knee as Swoggle kicks and pleads to be released, Gable hoist the rat onto his shoulders as he begins to fold and contort Swoggle on his shoulders. The king seems to be in troubled waters that his now caught as Gable keeps adding pressure onto the hold...
Swoggle is screaming out in pain but he begins to slip from the shoulders but Gable keeps hold of the leg, Swoggle falls forwards as Gable keeps the leg around his neck as he begins applying pressure in the muffler...
Swoggle screams out..
Swoggle looks for a way out...
Tom Phillips: " Swoggle has no choice but to tap from one painful submission into the next...
Swoggle has no choice but to tap. Gable releases the hold as the referee calls for the bell...
DING! DING! DING!
Gable raises his hand in victory as he calls for his title. The champion takes a moment to recover as he celebrates his victory...
The scene opens with Randy Orton staring into the camera.
UWF, you all will see that the Viper will have to face a mystery opponent tonight in that very ring. Nobody knows who the opponent is but the owner of this company. Does that worry me at all? Does it make me afraid of all the odds that are put against me? Hell no, I honestly am not afraid. I Am extremely far more ready than anybody in that damn locker room. It doesn't matter what men or women that step up to the plate and who choose to face me. But here is a warning to whoever the mystery opponent that I shall be facing tonight. Whatever you plan on doing to win the match. No matter how hard you try, it won't be enough to defeat me. You can have the backing of the whole world and these parasites who chant your name all night long. I can promise you that you will regret stepping in the ring with one of the most toughest and dangerous opponents that you have ever met in UWF. As you see, you depend on the crowd who scream and chant your name. I knew things about them little puny motherfuckers. They get you so deep into emotion that they will turn their back on you the moment you make just one mistake. That one mistake they will turn their back on you and call you a coward. Do you know why? It is because they don't give a damn about you. Everyone in the locker room feels the exact same way. But they don't want to admit it to themselves. I know because the crowd and those people in the locker room including the owner himself are selfish little sons of bitches. They have been jealous of me ever since I stepped foot in this very ring.
And you know what, it drive me mad! It drive me crazy! It want me to kill somebody and beat them until they bleed to death. And that is a good thing for me because I love it. I enjoy the feeling of it. It makes me extremely happy and satisfied. It help me prove to everyone that I am not one to mess with. I also get to destroy every single person that step in the ring that disrespect me whether it's in my face or behind my back. Do you know why? It is because I am Randy Orton! I do whatever the hell I want. The Viper get to destroy whoever he pleases and nobody can't stop me. All the opponents that have defeat me already know they respect me for still being relevant and being one of the toughest psychotic opponents they have ever faced in UWF despite their hatred for me. Everyone know everyone have to pay their price to the Grim Reaper tonight, That is what going to happen because I want is more blood and I am going to make my opponent suffer a horrible consequence that he will definitely regret tonight. My hunger is growing. I am dying to get more blood and to make more people suffer. Make more people feel pain and suffering when they are in the ring with me. It doesn't matter where you come from. You are all the same to me. You are all just bloody victims and lambs that get to be sacrificed. Your blood and suffering is all I want. You all will see what this new Randy Orton have in stored for you. You all will witness the stage where the uncrowned King will reclaim his throne. The monster that will rule over his kingdom with deceased bodies and blood laying with dust everywhere. You all will remember the name..........Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy laughing.
Murphy, Rock, and Kay stand backstage as Buddy paces back and forth agitated at his recent run...
Buddy M___: Where did I go wrong! We changed fucking everything to be for the greater good, Where did that get us I mean look we didn't lost two times in one night, Week after week we promise change but nothing ever changes. It's the same false promise every week a new direction, The greater good is dead but so is Buddy Murphy. I am sick of trying to change week in and week out and giving everything I have to just be mediocre. I mean how many times can you change your fucking music it's not like it's going to change anything. I mean I try everything so I can't be the problem...
He is angry as he punches the wall out of frustration, Jonah and Kay watch looking for a place to intermit, The three Aussies somber as another loss is in the column for Buddy Murphy.
Buddy M___: I mean not losing just once but twice, I mean it can't be something I am doing wrong can it? I wrestled two matches in the night that's the reason I am not the number one contender right now right?. I have the tools to be the champion so I should be right?
Jonah Rock: Listen brother you can make up as many reasons in your head as to why you aren't where you said you were going to be but as you are right now you couldn't tie up Punks laces in the title match. He proved that when you lost to him in two moves, Murph hate to be the bearer of bad news but it is y--
Murphy stands up angry at Rock for suggesting this. Kay steps to Murphy placing her hands up telling him to calm.
Billie K: Buddy calm down he is right, We have tried to change things up weekly at this point, We tried to be for some cause, I have gone along with every change you wanted. I mean I don't think it's a gimmick that we need to change, I mean it's this whole thing with you that needs to change. You act as if your ego isn't as big as Rob Conways ego but Buddy you're just as arrogant as he is, You're blind to it. What we need to do here Buddy is changing the way we look at this.
Murphy looks forward contemplating the words coming from the mouth of his associate...
Jonah Rock: Brother we go back that's why you don't need to worry. That's why Jessie here asked for my assistance to help you out. We need to stick together us three can't keep going two hundred miles at a brick wall. I let you do things your way and I saw night one of being by your side that you're frantically looking for a way to turn our ship around...
Buddy looks shakes his head in agreement.
Buddy M___:I think I understand, I need to be true to the real me...
Rock and Kay both place their hands on his shoulder in solidarity, The feed of UWF continues on elsewhere...
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
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
The bell rings and Conway is taking off his shades, handing them over to Maryse but Cena runs right behind him and throws him back with a German Suplex! Conway gets flown across the ring and the sheer power and momentum has him bounce and roll back up to his feet. He's clearly dazed though and Cena comes running over to Clothesline him to the outside! Conway manages to land on his feet but he still stumbles over to the barricade. Cena exits the ring and goes out to meet him but a knee to the gu stops him dead in his tracks and Conway lifts him up to give him a Back Suplex onto the barricade!
Corey Graves: Cena came out to fight tonight but all it took was just one well placed knee and his offense is cut short. I'm calling it right here boys, Cena's night is just about done.
Tom Phillips: Give him a little more credit than that Corey. The mans a former World Champion.
Corey Graves: Conway said it best, Cena's glory days are long past him.
Mauro Ranallo: All it takes is one big win to get thing going back in the right direction and if Conway doesn't take him seriously, Cena may end up pulling the upset here tonight.
Conway grabs Cena by the back of his head and tosses him to the floor with his arms outreached like he had the audacity to touch his body in the first place. Eve comes over and tries to get in his face but Maryse is quick to come over and get in hers. Conway eggs them on and doesn't notice Cena getting to his feet. Sylvan tries to warn him and when Rob turns around he's punched right in the gut! Cena takes his head and throws him face first into the steel ringpost! A loud thud is heard as the big head full of ego meets the steel. Cena picks Conway back up and tosses him into the ring, following him in for the cover!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Conway kicks out! Cena brings him back up and right away hoists him up to his shoulders. Conway senses the danger he's in and starts elbowing him in the side of the head, falling backwards and grabbing Cena's head as he goes down for a Reverse DDT! Instead of making the pin, he opts to roll out to the apron and shakes the cobwebs out. He instructs Sylvan to come over and he does with a mirror that he grabbed from somewhere or maybe he brought it with him. How? Who knows but Conway checks his face to make sure it wasn't damage from it colliding with the steel.
Conway sees Cena start to stir and so he gets up and looks to the corner. He climbs up to the top rope and waits as Cena slowly turns around. He jumps off with a Diving Double Axe Handle but Cena ends up catching him in mid air! Conway shakes his head no but that doesn't do anything to stop Cena from throwing him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Conway arches his back in pain but turns over and tries to crawl is way out of the ring. Cena catches his foot and pulls him back to the center of the ring, stepping over his leg and putting him in the STF!
Corey Graves: No! Get outta there Conway!
Mauro Ranallo: STF! Cena could make the Conman tap out right here!
There's nowhere for Conway to go and Eve is cheering him on on the outside. Cena smiles at her, knowing he's got this in the bag but Maryse has come over and knockers her lights out with a stiff forearm to the face! Eve goes down and Maryse waves at Cena and winks. Conway can feel his grip has loosened and he manages to roll over enough to elbow John right in the side of the head! Cena stumbles away and Conway gets back to his feet. He comses back at Rob but the former Television Champion catches him with a High Angle Spinebuster! Cena is rocker and Conway brings him right back up and lifts his feet onto the ropes before twisting out to deliver the Ego Trip! Cena lays limp on the mat and Conway drags him away from the ropes to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rob Conway!
Conway exits the ring to the rest of the Contourage and they all laugh about the beating Conway just gave to Cena. Eve slides into the ring while holding her head, still feeling the effects from Maryse. She checks on John as the feed goes elsewhere.
The camera cuts to Tommaso Ciampa and Wardlow sitting in their locker room, well Wardlow is standing behind his boss. The locker room seems recently done up, a drinks machine and leather seats.
Ciampa: Now this is a locker room. Quiet and secluded the way I like it. Maybe Ethan is starting to smarten up and show me the respect I deserve. Its a small start but at least it is one.
Ciampa adjusts in one of the leather chairs.
Ciampa: That's a word I've floated around a lot these past few months: respect. You see the reason I started this whole campaign was because despite coming here every week and busting my ass off, nobody on the roster was showing me any of it.
The look on Ciampas face turns into a scowl.
Ciampa: Guys like Tom Lawlor, Jericho and Mysterio acting like they're better than me. Getting disrespected by management but no I still showed up and worked like a good boy.
Ciampa cracks his neck, Wardlow still doesn't move.
Ciampa: Then enough was enough, I decided to take what I wanted and finally I'm getting the attention I deserve but attention like that means more enemies that's why I have my associate Wardlow here now, my own problem solver. That attention also drags out the gutter trash, the irrelevant, guys like Dolph Ziggler.
Ciampa smirks at his insults towards Ziggler, the camera tries to catch Wardlow but he still stays stoic.
Ciampa: I'm not discrediting the fact that Dolph is a two time UWF Champion but that was then and this is now. Now Dolph is like Jericho or Mysterio, a veteran trying to make a comeback on my name well I won't allow it.
Ciampa suddenly gets up from the chair.
Ciampa: I've spent months clawing my way up, hell I retired Warhorse just to be noticed, you don't think I won't do that to you Dolph to prove myself, if so you're sorely mistaken.
Ciampa looks directly into the camera.
Ciampa: Tonight I beat Dolph Ziggler and end this deluded fairytale comeback before it even starts, tonight the clock strikes midnight on your career Dolph.
With that Ciampa leaves the room, Wardlow opening the door for him as we cut to a commercial.
The scene opens up with Sami Zayn looking somber directly into the camera.
Sami Zayn: "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me". It's a catchy saying but not true. When CM Punk ran is mouth off about me just leeching off of El Generico, it really hit me. Is that how other people see me? Do they think I don't go out there and support him in his matches because I'm just cashing in the paychecks? Maybe I need to be out there cheering him on. It seems to work for guys like Punk after all with Joe in his corner. Or maybe I should just go out there and even the odds.
Zayn looks off the the side, deep in thought.
Sami Zayn: I took a good long look in the mirror that day and said to myself, maybe Punk was right.
Zayn looks straight to camera with a serious face just long enough before he bursts out laughing.
Sami Zayn: And then I remembered Punk is a hack fraud! All the man does is spout lies 24/7! Sure he may be UWF Champion for now but I'm the Forever Champion! This belt it the single most prestigious title in all of UWF. Who cares what a paper champion thinks. As I said before, I won't be out there tonight because I have full faith in El Generico. He'll show the entire world just what a joke CM Punk is. So consider this your last hurrah Punk because after tonight, the entire world will see you for who you really are.
The camera fades out.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
Randy enters the ring with unmatched confidence, ready for whatever challenge awaits him. There he stands motionless in the ring, waiting for his opponent.
...
Unfamiliar music hits the airwaves as fans turn towards the entranceway. It's a new face to emerge from the back. Dante Martin! He drops down to a knee at the forefront of the stage before throwing his hood off and raising a fist into the air! He gets up and begins to strut down to the ring with a hint of stage fright clearly present in his gait.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring, at 187 pounds, Dante Martin!
Mauro: This young man from our developmental program making his debut here tonight. And what a name to debut against!
Graves: And we'll see here tonight whether this young star will burn bright.
He jumps over the top rope into the ring. The newcomer Dante Martin bounces up and down in his corner, eager for the opportunity he has at hand.
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DING DING DING!
The match starts and Randy Orton uncharacteristically rushes in, looking to put things away early. Martin counters, however, bringing him down with a hurricanrana! Orton’s straight back up but no! He’s met with a flying headscissors. The wily veteran uses the momentum from this maneuver to roll out of the ring and get his bearings on the outside. Dante Martin isn’t willing to let him breathe. The camera pans over to catch him running the ropes and barrelling towards his opponent. Orton side steps and the younger man is only barely able to halt his momentum, holding onto the top rope and landing on the apron.
Mauro: Nice display of athleticism there.
He measures Randy, running towards him and going for a big kick. Not today. The Viper catches the leg and swings it backward. The momentum sends Dante to the floor face-first, as Orton catches his head and brings him down with an RKO!
Phillips: Outta nowhere! Hell yeah!
Graves: And just like that, it’s over.
The Apex Predator dusts his hands off to emphasize the sheer ease of the incredible feat he just pulled up. Then he slowly gets up, bringing Martin up with him. The pace is methodical, as he knows that the match is basically in the bag. It seems like he’s about to roll his opponent through the ropes, but he pulls him back, throwing Dante’s arm over his shoulder and powering him onto the announce table with a Back Suplex! The impact is nasty, as the wooden covering cracks and the momentum sends him rolling back into Corey Graves!
Graves: Don’t fuck up my suit, man!
Mauro: Orton just practically sent Dante Martin into our laps with that one!
Orton pulls him out from behind the desk and rolls him in, before following after him. He forgoes the pin for now, however. Instead, he stands as motionless as a statue in the corner, waiting for the practically motionless Dante to get up. Eventually, he does, making it to his hands and knees. Before he can go any further, Orton already has him lined up. He measures him, runs in, and punts him straight in the head!
Graves: And that should be lights out.
He shoots the half and hooks the leg!
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DING DING DING!
Graves: That was fast!
Mauro: Well, unfortunately for this bright young talent, it was very much a case of a boy moving up to a man's world. In the end Orton's experience in the business won o-
Phillips: Wait, hold on!
Orton's right back up, only accepting the hand raise from the ref for a second before going right back to his prey, laying boot after boot into him. The venom in his veins is clearly present in these kicks, as he's almost punishing him for the audacity to get a move in. The ref is grabbing his arm to try and pull him away, but no, he throws him right off, sending him out of the ring!
He turns back to Martin, and slowly backs away from his lifeless body. Straight back into the corner. He's going for another punt!
Phillips: This is too much. Please, someone stop this!
Mauro: Another punt kick from Orton and he can seriously be looking at a concussion here!
All of a sudden Orton stops his attack as the American Dragon makes the save. Orton looks to attack Danielson but Danielson ducks it and than he bounces off the ropes and goes for a running knee but Orton slides out. Bryan is irate. Bryan checks on Orton’s opponent and he seems to be asking for a microphone and Bryan speaks
Bryan Danielson: I HAVE HAD IT RANDY!
Fans cheer as Bryan’s intensity keeps rising
Bryan Danielson: YOU ALWAYS TAKE THINGS TO FAR! THIS MAN DECIDED TO ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE AND INSTEAD OF HONORABLY HANDLE A VICTORY YOU GO AHEAD AND DO THIS? ATTACK SOME MORE? WHAT DOES THAT ACCOMPLISH?!?!?!
Fans cheer and start chanting for Danielson and Danielson speaks
Bryan Danielson: RANDY ORTON I WANT TO FACE YOU NEXT WEEK HERE ON REVOLUTION!
The fans erupt into cheers and some start doing Danielson’s old yes chant. Danielson looks at Randy and Randy just laughs at the idea and he starts walking up the ramp. Danielson looks annoyed and yells again.
Bryan Danielson: WHAT RANDY? YOU’RE AFRAID OF A MAN WHO YOU KNOW WILL BE RIGHT IN YOUR FACE?? WELL GUESS WHAT RANDY IF IT AIN’T YOU IT WILL BE SOMEONE BECAUSE NEXT WEEK BRYAN DANIELSON IS BACK!
The fans erupt into cheers as Danielson is back.
Mauro Ranello: MAMA MIA!!! WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT THE AMERICAN DRAGON RETURNS NEXT WEEK.
Corey Graves: I know what won’t be back next week my hearing after all the yelling just now.
Tom Phillips: Well whether he settles the score with Orton or not I am excited to see Bryan Danielson return to the UWF ring.
“Born for Greatness” plays in the background as Danielson stares down Orton and Orton isn’t even looking as he keeps walking up the ramp.
We're taken backstage where Renee Young is standing by with Dolph Ziggler.
RENEE YOUNG
Dolph, could I have a minute of your time?
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Sure Renee, why not?
Renee grins at that, then shoots her shot.
Tonight, you're facing Tommaso Ciampa, the so-called "Psycho Killer." What are your thoughts on your opponent as you head into the match?
Ziggler grins as Renee moves the mic over his way.
Look, Renee, I might've been retired for a few years, but I remember how this game works. You're hoping to get some juicy clip of me ripping into Ciampa that'll wind up in some Pay-Per-View promo package two months down the line when the Sicilian Simpleton and I end up in a grudge match. Well let me tell you this: Not gonna happen. See, I don't see any reason to waste any more of my breath on my opponent this week, nor his overgrown Beta Male accomplice. Instead, I'd like to talk about a more important topic: Me. Last week, I returned to the UWF ring for my first match in years and I proved to the entire UWF universe that I'm objectively better than pretty much the entirety of the locker room. Y'know, Eddie Kingston might be the only guy who can claim he was better than me, because he and I, we were in that first group and we were in the final four. Those are just facts. You can confirm them by watching the match back on the UWF Network for only $9.99.
Ziggler grins at the shameless plug, then winks for the camera before he continues.
But anyway, here's the simple fact: Dolph Ziggler, Ziggy Pop, he strode right back on in to the UWF for the first time in half a decade and nearly won the contendership to the top prize on his first night back. If that doesn't tell you something about the sorry state of the singles divisions in this company, maybe this will: CM Punk is the UWF Champion. I mean, come on, back in my day the guy couldn't even stay sober long enough to tie his ring boots. Now he's supposed to be the standard bearer? Not buying it. And neither are the fans. PPV buys? Down. Ratings? Down. CM Punk doesn't move the needle. He doesn't put asses in seats. His whining literally repulses people into changing the station. But me? Dolph Ziggler? A prime physical specimen with a platinum personality? Like it or not, Carter has kept me on speed dial for years as his secret weapon. He knew whenever he needed to sell out the stadium, he just had to call up the Show Off. And that's what he did. Now I'm here, and the rest? That's soon to be history.
We head backstage where we see Renee Young waiting in the lurks with a silhouette foreboding on top of her, a tall figure, but nevertheless she speaks towards the camera addressing the audience like this glaring lighting isn’t obvious someone is with her here.
Renee Young: After last week’s Halloween themed battle royal many are left in the rubble as Eddie Kingston walks on to be the next challenger of CM Punk. Many people were predicted to be prime potential winners for that match, the UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable, Rob Conway, Tomasso Ciampa, Randy Orton, Dolph Ziggler, even the returning Bryan Danielson was on the lips of many to come out victorious from that eventful matchup, but one competitor who joins me now wasn’t on the mouths on many. Kevin Nash, how do you feel coming out of that matchup?
Nash slightly finds amusement in that, grinning, not the full length of a laugh as the camera pans to him.
Kevin Nash: Every time we step through those ropes we know it’s a possibility we won’t win, and that night I didn’t. There’s no hiding the fact that I was eliminated, not by the strength of a man but a man catching me off guard. I know that man, I’ve seen him around here, I’ve seen him show people pictures of his kids, his wife, the food he ate with his first couple of big pay cheques. The novelty of all that isn’t new to me.
I don’t have the new toy status, sure I’m back, but am I shining in gloss for all to marvel? No, who knows if I was ever. So in a world like this, we fight as competitors but we know damn sure it’s just a popularity contest, folks, there’s no denying it. I could stack twenty tonnes of men and pin them one after one but would that ever grant me what I want? Probably not, Renee.
I stand here as the Prime Time Champion, I know I wouldn’t have even seen that opportunity in months, maybe even years if I hadn’t had my eye on the ball with negotiations. We can talk about how the game works but what’s the drive in me wanting to beat up all of these hopeful, young, potential stars? I know it’s damn sure not ego, I’ve had enough of that, I’ve been down the road and back again.
Nash pauses, looking back to Renee.
I couldn’t feel better coming out of that match because I know damn sure where I stand, and that’s not with a person that this company has on it’s payroll. Call it cliche, Renee, but I’m here to walk the walk in a land full of talk, and there’s probably going to be people out there who don’t like that, a lone message to them though, eat shit.
I’ve been here, I live here and just the itch you couldn’t just quite reach, I’m here to stay. Don’t act surprised when it all comes crashing down on this place, remember, I’ve already warned you.
We head elsewhere as the promo wraps up.
As Mutter by Vanna blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, wearing a new camouflage jacket with the hood up he stands at the top of the stage and looks out as Chimel announces him.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Looking out onto the crowd, he looks left and right before stomping his foot as yellow and black pyro shoots out from the stage. Ciampa walks down to the ring and slides in, hood still up. He stands up and runs to the top right turnbuckle and climbs to the second one, keeping his head down he suddenly jolts up and whips down his hood before beating his chest with his fist, Ciampa then jumps down and gets into his corner pacing in circles as he waits for his opponent.
FAAAAAAAAME!
David Bowie's iconic banger hits the soundsystem and the fans hit their feet in a mixed reaction for the former UWF Champion. Some in the stands are happy to see one of the best to ever do it making his grand return to the UWF ring, while others have yet to forget his underhanded ways and refuse to give up the grudge. Ziggy emerges from the back regardless, fired up and ready to go as he does his usual pose for the benefit of the rabid crowd.
Ziggler trots down the ramp, clapping palms with fans who reach for the high five, then jogs on the spot at the foot of it before heading up the steps, walking along the apron, and straddling the middle rope for a second before entering the squared circle to prepare for the contest.
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DING DING DING
The bell rings and Wardlow walks over to Zigglers side of the ring. The two Jack jaws and Ciampa comes running over and nails Dolph with a forearm to the back of the head! Ziggler goes down and covers up but Tommaso starts kicking him over and over again in the corner until the ref makes the count of four and practically has to pull him off. Ciampa argues with the ref to get his hands off of him and while this is going on, Wardlow comes over and grabs Dolph’s head, pulling back on it with all his might, Ziggler’s feet kicking about.
Corey Graves: Wardlow proving to be a very effective problem solver right now.
Tom Phillips: Problem solver? It’s straight up cheating is what it is.
Corey Graves: Ziggler’s a problem and Tommaso knows that. This is exactly the kind of the thing Wardlow was hired for. Don’t act like Ziggler’s been a saint his whole career.
Wardlow backs off and Ziggler grabs at the back of his neck. Ciampa comes over and picks him up only to deliver a big European Uppercut to knock him back into the corner. He picks Ziggler up so he's seated on the top rope before he pushes his legs over the ropes and climbs up there along with him. Next thing you know both men come tumbling down when Ciampa hits the Superplex! Dolph bounces high up off the mat and Ciampa makes the pin, looking to end the match right here.
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2 . . .
Ziggler kicks out! Ciampa grabs Dolph's arm and pulls him up only to give him a Short Arm Clothesline. He keeps a hold of his arm and pulls him back up to deliver a second one. He pulls him back up a third time and brings him in except Dolph ducks under it! He takes Ciampa's back and shoves him to the ropes to roll him up but Ciampa hangs on as Dolph goes rolling back up to his feet. Ciampa turns around but gets Clotheslined over the ropes! The Sicilian Psychopath manages to hang onto the ropes and land on the apron. Ziggler turns around to see this and comes over but eats a forearm to the face. Ciampa comes back into the ring through the second rope but Ziggler jumps up and plants him with the Famouser! He pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin!
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2 . . .
Ciampa kicks out! Dolph gets to his feet anf just starts putting the boots to him. Ciampa tries to cover up but it's no real use and he has to roll all the way out of the ring. Ziggler tries to follow him out but the ref holds him back. Wrdlow checks on him while Ziggler takes the long way out of the ring and comes around the corner. Wardlow steps in front of Ciampa and crosses his arms, daring Ziggler to try and comes through. Dolph chuckles and looks to the crowd before blindsiding him with a Superkick! Wardlow drops to a knee and Ziggler waltzes right past him, grabbing Ciampa and throwing him back into the ring. He goes to follow him in but talks some trash to Wardlow before coming in. That brief few seconds however gave Ciampa enough time to recover as he puts the boots to Ziggler as he's trying to slide back in.
Corey Graves: If Ziggler wants this to be his big triumphant return, he really needs to keep his eye on the ball.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on Corey, it's hard to do that when you got a mountain of a man constantly getting in the way.
Mauro Ranallo: I actually agree with Corey but not for the same reasons. Ciampa has been on a vicious mean streak and if Dolph's not careful, his return could end before it even begins.
Tommaso is beating Ziggler down with a barrage of kicks before he pulls his head between his legs. He bends down to pick up Dolph for a Piledriver but the former UWF Champion kicks his feet and manages to come back down, lifting Ciampa up and over with a Back Body Drop! Ziggler stumbles over to the ropes to keep himself up while Ciampa picks himself up. Ziggler goes for a Superkick except Ciampa catches his foot. He smiles at Dolph and shakes his head no. He shoves Ziggler's leg back down with so much force that Dolph trips forward right into a Knee Strike by Ciampa!
Ziggler's laid out on the mat and Ciampa is all smiles. Instead of trying for a pin, he wants to dish out more punishment. He pulls up Dolph and hooks both his arms in a double underhook. He's setting him up for the Fairy Tale ending but Dolph drops to his knees to prevent it. Ciampa still tries to pull him up to no avail. He let's go of the arms and just starts beating Ziggler in the back with clubbing blows. He grabs Dolph's head and brings him over to the ropes where he throws his body through the ropes and pulls him back in to hang his feet off the middle rope. Ciampa sticks his tongue out but the brief taunt costs him as Ziggler gets his feet off and sends Ciampa up and over to the floor below! Ciampa's back hit the apron hard on the way down and he grabs at his back as he lies on his hands and knees. Ziggler exits the ring and tosses him right back in. Wardlow comes over but Ziggler pays him no mind, not letting his focus drift as he waits behind Tommaso. The Sicilian Psychopath slowly gets to his feet but when he turns around he's planted with a Jumping DDT by Ziggler! He makes the cover!
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2 . . .
Ciampa kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Ziggler almost caught him right there!
Corey Graves: Relax, It's going to take more than that to keep Ciampa down. Did you not see Bad Blood?
Ziggler walks over to the corner and starts stomping down on the mat. He fans clap along with his beat as he tunes up the band. Ciampa is lowly starting to stir and he rises up. Ziggler comes forward and knocks his block off with a devastating Superkick! Ciampa goes down and the ref drops down to make the cover!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
But no! Ziggler is dragged off from the outside by Wardlow who proceeds to take his head off with a massive Lariat! Dolph gets turned inside out and the ref calls the match.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, Dolph Ziggler!
The announcement gets a pop from the crowd but it's hallow as Wardlow isn't done there. He picks up Dolph and tosses him back into the ring. Ciampa is coming to as yells at Wardlow to get him up. Wardlow does as he's told and holds up Ziggler and pulls his arms behind his back. Ciampa starts to punch Dolph in the face and then knee him in the gut. You can see Dolph's legs give out from underneath him but the big man keeps him up to let Ciampa dish out even more punishment. Wardlow drops him to Tomasso who hooks both arms before delivering the Fairy Tale Ending! The crowd boos as Ciampa and Wardlow stand tall over Ziggler as the segment fades out.
Sonya Deville sits backstage with a suit on...
Betrayal is hard to deal with but when my two closest friends turned on me and left me for the wolves I wasn't ready. You can say always be ready and to not trust a single soul. I will devour these three assholes whole as they say revenge is best served with an ass-kicking and those three backstabbing assholes get what is owed to them. I am the whole damn show I lost my way I am a former mixed martial art specialist and these guys molded me into something I simply was not. That's why I am laying out the challenge for the Great Aussie Cause for the upcoming PPV to prove that I will kick each and every one of your asses...
Revolution moves on...
The scene opens with Paul Heyman sitting at his signature table with the sign ‘Talking Smack’ shining in the background.
Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the finest duties in the world tonight by introducing you to the man who is STILL the REIGNING, UNDISPUTED, INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION IN THE WORLD!
He is single handedly the man that beat down that street thug NOT once, but TWICE!! Something that no one else in that locker room can say. My client rose above all the odds that stood before him and he trail blazed a fire on Eddie Kingston’s backside. My client is now two successful challenges in, and you can rest assured that one day my client will have upwards of 100 successful championship defenses. He welcomes all challengers to come and fight for his prize—but he will be the first to tell you that there isn’t a single person who even deserves a title shot. But he is a fighting champion that will compete rain or shine.
Take your grubby little paws up and clap for greatness. Take your eyes and bestow them upon this athletic figure who will continue to reign his dominance over his competition. Look at it, remember him, and do your due diligence in giving him the praise that he so desires.
Seth Rollins rests his championship on the desk and looks directly into the camera.
Seth Rollins: Paul’s right when he says that no one deserves a shot at my championship. I’ve heard certain words from a man who claims that they want a shot at this belt, but they must have not been paying attention to what I did to Eddie Kingston, the man who challenged me twice for this same belt. I scarred his soul, I broke his body, I humbled his mind, and I taught him to respect his Messiah.
Rob— congratulations on your fluke win but you should be smart enough to know that lightning doesn’t strike in the same place twice. I’d suggest you ask Eddie Kingston what it’s like to do battle with me before you decide to embark on a mission that’s sure to take a few years off your career. I don’t think that you really want to pursue this, so take the time that you need to think it all over Rob.
The camera then pans over to Roman Reigns who yells out ‘We’re done here!’ The two wrestlers get up and begin to walk away while Heyman smirks at the camera.
The fans are up out of their seats and booing as the Legendary generic luchador comes out from the back full of energy. Why would the crowd boo such a iconic performer? Well because they don't buy the act. Of course his manager Sami Zayn is nowhere to be seen as he makes his way down the ramp, trying to slap hands with fans but they are giving him nothing.
Tony Chimel: From Tijuana Mexico, weighing in at 211 pounds, El Generico!
Generico slides into the ring and throws up his index finger with an "Ole!". Nobody's buying it but that doesn't affect Generico in the slightest who takes off his cape and gets ready for his match
P U N K
The UWF Champion marches purposefully out onto the ramp, strobe lights flashing in time with the pulsing rhythm of "Digging for Windows". With his name spread big and bold up on the titantron, Punk takes a knee and checks the invisible wristwatch to confirm the time. Love him or hate him, the fans all scream along when he announces that it's Clobberin' Time!
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... The UWF Champion... CM PUNK!
The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he walks down the ramp. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The Renaissance is realized. This is a man who has re-established himself as Best in the World and he knows out. He carries himself with bulletproof confidence, daring any and all comers to take their shot. While Samoa Joe takes his place at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.
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DING DING DING
“Listen I wanna thank you for having me out here – I know some of you don’t like me and that’s fine – I am only out here to watch the match and offer my thoughts, not gonna ruin this main event by getting all hot and heavy.”
Corey Graves: Who invited this chump to our broadcast booth...
Tom Phillips: Going to have to cut you off short Corey, Zayn is not waiting...
Generico is right out the corner as he leaps into the champion before he can even remove his belt, Punk is cornered as he is battered with a barrage of over hand punches. Chick Magnet Punk pushes Zayn off him as he offloads with a few haymakers of his own. The two keep trading blows until Punk ducks a wild right as he catches Generico with a boot to the side of the head...
Tom Phillips: Punk catching Sami with the left boot to the temple...
Corey Graves: You mean Generico, Tom. He was blindsided by the disrespectful Punk..
Punk lifts the limp body of Generico onto his feet as he places the arm of his opponent around his neck as he lifts Generico right up in the air. Zayn uses his body weight to counter balance the suplex attempt. Generico falls back to the canvas where he lifts up Punk vertically for his own suplex attempt he stumbles back into the rope, Punk weight is two much as Generico and Punk tumble over the ropes, The two men land on their feet still locked arms around each other's heads, Punk with quick thinking snaps Generico up and falls back sending the back of Generico into the apron...
Tom Phillips: The match can't be contained in that four sided ring already spilling out
Punk looks pleased as he gets to one knee as the referee begins the count, Punk not wanting to win with the count-out grabs Generico by the tights as he lifts and rolls the limp body into the ring, Punk takes a moment to get into the ring smiling and glancing over to Joe giving him a nod. Punk takes too long while he is entering the ring through the middle rope Generico packages him up bring him through the ropes...
One...
Two...
Punk kicks out as he gets to his feet quickly, Generico stumbles to his base as he smiles at Punk and points to his temple indicating he is in Punks head. Punk begins to move towards Generico, The two men meet up for a test of strength, Zayn begins to lose the test as Zayn realizes this he sends a boot into the abdomen of Punk, They stumble back as Punk swings out a left boot it is caught by Generico, Punk swings around his other leg as it comes crashing down on the neck, Sending Sami crashing face-first into the canvas...
“That right there – is why he is called the best in the world. Some people say that we are born with talent, but a guy like CM Punk – he put the time and effort in to get as good as he is right now, a guy like that, comes around once every decade.”
Tom Phillips: Best in the world has been used to describe both of these guys Zayn and Punk two of the best UWF has to offer
Corey Graves: You're just kissing Kingston's ass Tom and Ed no wonder why people say you guys have no integrity
“I did my time, I did twenty fucking years – not even a peep. I did what I was meant to do, but no more. No more of this bullshit. CM Punk has taken it to El Generico tonight, but the best in the world has never been able to keep me down like that for long. As good as El Generico is, I am that much better and as great as CM Punk is – he is nothing when compared to me.”
Tom Phillips: Who says that? You?
Punk sees Generico already grasping at straws trying to gain the willpower to stand to his feet. Punk gets to his feet as Generico uses the corner to lift himself to his feet, Punk runs at the corner sending up a knee which catches the turnbuckle as Generico got out of dodge. Generico uses his strength to lift up Punk he turns him mid-air and brings him crashing back first into the canvas!...
Mauro Ranallo: "My oh my what a Blue Thunder Bomb by Zayn or should I say Generico"
“You can never count out El Generico not even for a second. He’s fast and he may not look like it, but he’s strong as well – just look at him, stepping up and taking it to the champion. He knows the golden rule in UWF – that it only takes one victory – to change everything for you and he is looking for that victory tonight.”
Corey Graves: "Kingston you changed tunes quickly I mean Generico did just powerbomb the champion into next week..."
“Look at CM Punk guy, there is a reason why he has held onto that title as long as he has. I mean – everyone expected him to drop it to Filthy Tom – but you know what he did, he stepped up, retired Tom and he is showing everyone here tonight – why he is the man.”
Corey Graves: "You say that now"
Tom Phillips: "Shut up Corey!"
Generico looks down as he grabs Punk by the ears yanking him to his feet, Generico wasting no time getting the Champ to a verticle base he moves to the center of the ring he falls back sending the head of Punk spiking right off the canvas, Generico looks pleased but is frustrated when Punks veteran instinct sends him rolling out of the ring....
Punk taking a moment for himself as he regains his composure, Generico not taking his foot off the accelerator comes charging over through the ropes mid air the Champs head is caught as Generico brings the champion down spiking Punk's head off the ringside floor. Generico gets to his feet realizing the little chance the champ has to recover as he rolls into the ring hurrying the referee for the count...
Tom Phillips: "What is Zayn doing?"
One!
Corey Graves: "This is genius!"
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Generico celebrates his victory as he climbs the turnbuckles as he tries to conduct the crowd to count along with the referee, Zayn dancing like he has won the center of the ring. He continues his celebrations...
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nin!
Generico kisses the crowd as he climbs down the turnbuckle, The crowd erupts as Zayn looks down the hard cam sure of his victory, Rising behind him like the terminator, Generico unaware as he thinks the crowd is cheering for him, Punk looks at Zayn as he turns wondering why his music isn't playing, The shock on Generico's face is priceless as he is met with a kick to the temple for his troubles...
Mauro Ranallo: Zayn taking too long to gloat its like he has seen a ghost!
Corey Graves: Generico Mauro!.
Punk gets the downed Generico onto his shoulder as he looks to go for the GTS as the lights begin to flicker, Punk releases the move as he puts his hands up ready to fight...
With all the lights in the arena going dark in an instant, there are only flashes from peoples phones lighting up the stadium one instant at a time, The titantron begins to glitch on and off with streams of static until a picture finally lights up on the screen.
The crowd pops at the familiar door, as the camera pans out to show Alexa Bliss sitting on the floor staring into the camera lens with off putting eyes.
Alexa Bliss: O! Hahaha Hi There everybody, please do excuse the mess.
Bliss lifts her hand up and blows ashes away from her open hand.
She brushes her hand off and giggles to herself.
You have no idea how hard it's been rebuilding this place, but it always ends up being worth it in the end don't ya'll think? And now that I've built it, He...will come, and it will be oh so soon I just can't wait and all kinds of excited! So excited in fact, that I just couldn't wait to get acquainted with the friend He's most looking forward to playing with. Now I know you're quite busy right now, heehee, but hey I think we should all learn to make more time for our old friends. Now I'm sure a lotta people didn't even realize all the signs that I was around, so I thought since I've got everyones attention Now...Ha, get it? hahahaha...Ahhhhhh man, Well since I've got everyones attention now, I'll make it as clear as I possibly can heh heh...He is coming for you...So the least you can do
Bliss tilts her head to one side getting a serious look on her face. She speaks but the voice you hear isn't her but of a deep static filled "Fiend'
is LET HiM IN
The screen goes black again and the lights return back to normal in the arena.
Zayn takes advantage of the distraction as he rolls up Punk, He hooks a hand full of tights as he sits on Punks legs like a throne he pulls back like a mad man. The referee gets into position for the cover...
One!...
Two!...
Thre....
Punk kicks out sending Zayn into the ropes, Punk gets to his feet as he uses the corner to keep his balance, Zayn runs full momentum at Punk, OLE kick incoming but Punk moves out of the way last moment, Punk swings Zayn around and onto his shoulder, He looks to the crowd as he lifts up Zayn and brings him crashing down hard on his knee. Punk falls into the cover...
One!...
Two!...
Three!...
DING DING DING
Corey Graves: "How are you going to beat that Kingston!"
“Both of these men showed the UWF faithful what it means to be a part of this roster, what a heck of a match – but I’ll spoil something for you. It is nothing compared to what is gonna happen when me and CM Punk step into the ring for that title of his. We clashed once before here – a match like this tonight, one that left people in shock, but when we go at it again – we are gonna kill one another to be called the champion.”
Punk celebrates his win but Kingston throws down his headset, He takes the title off the timekeeper as he rolls into the ring, Kingston hands the title to Punk while never taking his eyes off Punk like he is a piece of meat. Kingston and Punk keep staring daggers into eachother as Revolution goes off air...
END OF SHOW
Credits
Orton vs Martin - half
Swoggle vs Gable, Punk vs Generico - Jye
Cena vs Conway, Ziggler vs Ciampa - Danny
