Post by Danny on Nov 25, 2021 2:08:14 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 Happy Thanksgiving. Welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: It's the renewal of one of UWF's biggest rivalries in our main event tonight. It's Dolph Ziggler vs CM Punk
Tom Phillips These two once met at the G1 finals years ago and now they're back at it again but speaking of people back at it, Bryan Danielson has also returned to the UWF and he takes on Buddy Matthews tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: Plus the Prime Time Medal is on the line when Nash defends against the dangerous Randy Orton. Then it's the number one contender Eddie Kingston going up against Rob Conway in what's sure to be a barn burner but up first it's Champion vs Champion to kick off Revolution!
The arena lights start flashing red, white and blue, as the titan tron comes to life with the largest advertisement for the Alpha Academy.
The American Alpha himself, The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable steps out, looking far impressive under all the lights, and glamour of the Alpha Academy. He smiles and takes in the sea of people around him before raising his arm in the here and shouting "FOR THE ACADEMY!" The smile never leaves his face as he marches to the ring. He takes a moment on the ramp and slaps his baby, his championship, with his hand before giving the crowd another Alpha Pose
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 202 pounds, The American Alpha.. The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable!!
Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.
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!!!!!!!
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The two men lock up in the center of the ring and with Seth being the bigger of the two, he's able to power Gable over to the ropes. The ref makes a count of 4 and Seth puts his hands up, backing away with a smile on his face. The Intercontinental Champion is looking extra confident tonight but Gable comes out of the ropes looking to wipe that smile off his face. He lunges at Seth's legs and wraps him up, lifting him up into the air and dropping him with a double leg take down. Rollins turns over right away onto his hands and knees but Gable takes his back and tries to hoists him up in a Deadlift German Suplex. He slowly lifts him up but an elbow to the side of the head stuns him and he releases his waist lock. Seth gives him a back kick to the gut before running forward to the ropes. He comes off of them but Chad catches him with a picture perfect Dropkick! Rollins ends up rolling out of the ring and grabs at his jaw. Heyman comes over and checks on his client while Gable looks on. He runs to the ropes like he's going to dive out of the ring but Reigns ends up coming over and stands in front of Seth, crossing his arms.
Tom Phillips: Already we're seeing Roman Reigns get involved in this match tonight.
Corey Graves: Yeah criticize the guy for doing his job.
Mauro Ranallo: It's Champion vs Champion Corey. I want to see how these two athletes stack up against each other.
Gable leans over and places his hands on his knees, telling Seth to get back into the ring. Rollins climbs up onto the apron and tells him to back off and give him room to enter. He does and Seth makes his way back in. The two cricle each other before locking up. Or at least that's what Seth was thinking but Gable goes behind and puts him in a waist lock to deliver a German Suplex! Gable keeps his arms locked together and rolls back up to his feet to deliver a second one, thjis time releasing his hands and Seth goes flying backwards. Seth flops back up to his feet and falls back into the corner. Gable runs after him but eats a boot to the face that knocks him back a few paces. Rollins comes out of the corner but Gable suddenly grabs hold and throws him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Gable makes the cover!
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Rollins kicks out! Gable starts to bring him back up to his feet but Rollins gives him a few punches to the gut followed by a Jawbreaker! Gable retreats to the ropes holding his jaw as Seth gets back to his feet. He turns back around only for Seth to hit the Sling Blade! The Intercontinental Champion backs away and stalks Gable as he's getting up. He grabs Gable's head and plants him with a DDT! If that wasn't enough, he turns him over and runs to the ropes, coming back with Rolling Thunder! He pulls Gable away from the ropes to make the pin.
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Gable kicks out!
Corey Graves: You see? Seth can handle himself just fine. He doesn't need Roman.
Tom Phillips: So why's he out there then?
Corey Graves: I'd say don't tell e you don't have friends who cheer you on but we all know you don't have any friends Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: Don't worry Tom, I'm your friend.
Tom Phillips: Thanks bestie
*uncomfortable silence*
Rollins brings Gable back up and shoves his head between his legs. He powers him up into a Powerbomb but Gable starts to fight back with fists to the head. Rollins is staggered from the hits and Gable manages to flip him over and transition into a Cross Arm Breaker! Seth quickly clasps his hands together to prevent them from being stretched out. Gable is pulling with all his might but Seth manages to shift his body weight and stack Gable's shoulders to the mat!
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Gable releases the hold to get his shoulders off the mat! Both men rush to their feet and Seth runs at Gable but the Television Champion turns his momentum against him in a Judo Throw! Seth gets back up quickly only to catch a knee in the gut. Seth retreats to the ropes but Gable rushes forward, pushing him into the ropes and rolling him back up into the Chaos Theory! Gable however lets go of the waist lock and Seth goes flying back. He looks out of it but Roman walks over to try and get to Gable. Chad tells him he's the superior champion and drags Seth near the corner.
Tom Phillips: What's Gable got in mind here?
Mauro Ranallo: He's getting ready to put the exclamation point on this match.
Corey Graves: And right in the face of enforcer. The ring demands a sacrifice and what better offer than another Champion.
Gable climbs up to the top rope and sets his feet. He looks back to make sure Seth is still there before he looks down at Roman and Heyman and smiles. Gable leaps off with a Moonsault except Rollins gets his knees up just in time! Gable comes across them hard and he rolls around the ring holding his ribs. He tries to get up but Seth comes up behind him and hits the Angle Slam! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Seth Rollins!
The Intercontinental Champion gets handed his title and he raises it up high, making sure everyone know what champion won tonight. He continues to rub it in as the feed goes elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage.
CM Punk is shown sitting cross-legged on a travel crate, legs folded up under his arms. He's looking off into the distance, watching something the audience can't see. His title belt, as well as his Samoan enforcer, are absent. He'll compete in the main event later but for now, he's still in his street clothes.
The Second City Saint doesn't speak for some time. He simply watches and waits. For something? Hard to say. Nothing is coming. Nothing is happening. Ten seconds. Thirty. A full minute nearly goes by before Brooks finally turns towards the camera and speaks.
Punk: It doesn't bother me that Eddie Kingston stepped to me at the end of Revolution last week.
It doesn't bother me that Alexa Bliss, who, I guess is like possessed by Bray Wyatt or whatever, got all spooky and popped up on the big screen while I was trying to work.
It doesn't bother me that Sami Zayn would use that distraction and anything else at his disposal to try and pull a fast one. That's not surprising. I'm not mad.
He bites the side of his lips and clicks his tongue. Something's clearly under his skin.
Punk: No... what bothers me is that shit like that doesn't happen more often. Every week that goes by where this whole entire roster isn't gunning for me is a week I consider a failure. As the world's champion I'm the face of this company, and when everyone else isn't doing their jobs I can't help but feel like it's because I'm not doing mine.
So I wonder to myself. I think "Punk, where's the slack to pick up? What can you be doing better?" And honestly... aha... honestly I'm at a loss. It boggles my mind. I hear these people dropping my name all the time and then when it's time to step up, they flop.
I see Seth Rollins calling himself the undisputed Intercontinental Champion. Undisputed? Seth, this town ain't big enough for two champions, let alone three. Yours and Chad's titles don't mean shit. I'm disputing them. You want a real belt? Come after mine. Anyone chasing yours is wasting television time.
And anyone caught up in whatever other bullshit, ego-fueling "feuds" they've got going on is even worse. There's only one thing that matters here. It's the UWF Championship. I have it, you don't, and if you're not spending every waking second training or trying to figure out how to beat me, then you don't fucking get it and I don't know how you ever made it into the world's greatest professional wrestling organization. Rest assured, as far as I'm concerned, you aren't welcome.
He rests his head back against the solid concrete wall, shuts his eyes and speaks like he's somewhere between praying and offering confession to himself.
Punk: Nobody's pinned me in six months. That's unprecedented. Talented as I am, I'm starting to feel some imposter syndrome coming on because I can't figure out whether I'm actually that much better than everyone naturally or if the whole roster just isn't trying hard enough. I dunno, maybe Dolph will prove me wrong tonight. Judging by everything I know about him up to and including the past two weeks, I kinda doubt it, but still. Even a speed bump would be interesting at this point - something in my way that doesn't just get flattened. But where's Conway? Where's Nash? And all the other ones I haven't beat already? I'm easy to find - I'm always the last guy walking through the curtain. So come and get it.
One of you badasses put on your big boy pants, track me down and explain to me how the guy who couldn't win the silver medal is the one vying for the gold all of a sudden. And while you're at, give me a good reason why the clown who hasn't been seen since I beat him at Summerslam apparently has next dibs because nobody else has had the balls or the talent to declare themselves an undeniable contender. Maybe you can get your girlfriends to throw their scary home movies on the titantron. Whatever it takes.
Brooks sighs, slips his legs over the crate and stands up, leaning in towards the camera.
Punk: CM Punk. Best in the World. There's only room for one at the top - come and take it from me. Come one come all. Cause I'm gonna cut through Eddie faster than that bum goes through a cheap buffet, and if you're not careful, you're gonna be watching me beat Bray Wyatt on a 2022 pay-per-view that could have had your name on the marquee instead. Don't be discouraged by the eradication of Tom Lawlor. Don't sweat the winning streak. Just look at me and see the man who's living your dream and find out whether that's enough to stir up something better in you. Something great. Stop fucking around, running after worthless titles and settling pointless feuds - come fight me instead. I dare you.
CM Punk walks out of the shot, which promptly fades to black as the show continues elsewhere.
The scene opens with Randy Orton standing in the darkness as he begins to speak and the small lights dim on him.
Welcome UWF, you and everyone are about to witness one of the greatest battles in UWF. You will see one of the toughest and psychotic competitors go one on one with the Prime Time Medal Champion himself Big Daddy Cool Kevin Nash. Everyone may say Kevin has the upper advantage just because he has the weight and he is a former UWF Champion. But nobody realized that no matter how high the stakes are against me. I am willing to do anything to win and cause my victim as much pain in that very ring. As you see, Kevin is one of the many competitors in UWF that have disrespect me and who think I am some sort of jobber. He and everyone in this company think I don’t belong in UWF. They don’t think I am made to fight in the ring with one of the toughest competitors today or faced anybody of the past. I have been proven wrong several times again. But believe me everyone’s eyes deceived them the fact that I am capable of handling everything on my own time. Some may have witnessed what I am capable of while others are too foolish to admit that I am extremely dangerous to compete against in the ring.
Those who have disrespect me from the beginning will face horrible consequences when they pay their debt to me with their fresh human blood. They can say all the lies about me all they want. Those lies and fantasy fairy tales that they spread to everyone in the whole world will come right back to bite them in the ass. Karma will hurt them all when they open their eyes and see the truth for themselves. They are going to realize how dangerous and how psychotics I can be after they witness the brutally beating I gave Mr. Nash tonight. I will make sure to make Nash bleed and beg for mercy after I give him a taste of what I have in store for Bryan Danielson. When Bryan is watching this, I am going to make sure to know how much fun I am going to have when I make him suffer in this very ring. I will leave him bleeding and begging for mercy with every bone in his body broken. Then when you look into his eyes, you will see the fear that he will know that he has met the Devil himself.
Nobody will ever know why I do what I do. Anybody that thinks they know me doesn’t know me as much as they like. Only I know what I have done. I already know what is going to happen next. Whatever I choose to do is my own bidding. It is those people who will have to be sacrificed for the greater good whenever they cross my path. They should know the great consequences that they will face when they come face to face with the Devil himself. They don’t know that hell will break loose upon them when I run through them like the bloody corpses that they are. But they have been warned that an upcoming Revolution is coming. They don’t listen. They don’t realize all the mistakes that they are making when the prophecy comes full circle. When the prophecy comes true and everyone will know I will claim my throne as UWF King that will rule his kingdom.
As for tonight, Nash will not only be a victim that will be disposed of. But he will soon regret that he has stepped in the ring with the Demon himself because he will face horrible consequences tonight. Win or lose, If Kevin thinks he won’t be coming out alive without a scratch. He better think again because no mercy will be prey upon him and darkness will soon prevail over UWF tonight. The Prime Time Champion is going to get a huge lesson when he messes with the Devil from Hell tonight. Tonight, it will be at Revolution. Armageddon begins when all hell will break loose upon the gates of hell! Everyone will learn to respect me after I show everyone my true power and the price that they have to pay when they come across my path. Tonight, you will all remember the name…….Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton breathing hard as he angrily glares at the camera.
We head back down to the ring where Buddy Matthews is already waiting in the ring while Billy Kay and Jonah Rock watch from around the ring.
Born for Greatness plays throughout the arena out comes the American Dragon Bryan Danielson who lifts his arms in the air as the fans cheer hi. Danielson than shadow box's his way down the ramp as the fans cheer. Danielson finally hits the top rope and gets the roar from the crowd before jumping down and removing his jacket ready for the contest at hand.
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Right when the bell rings, Matthews comes forward for a double leg takedown but Danielson is able to stuff it. Matthews backs up and the two look to reset with a lock up. Buddy goes low however and takes Bryan's leg, tripping up his other to lay him on his back. Bryan right away gets his knees up and catches Matthew's arms between them, pulling him down into a Labell Lock! Bryan can't quite get his hands across the face to Buddy and Matthews manages to roll free.
Tom Phillips: Bryan almost caught Matthews right there!
Corey Graves: If you thought he was being a sad sack before, oh boy what would've happened there?
Mauro Ranallo: Bryan Danielson is one of the faces in UWF's Mount Rushmore. He realizes the abilities of Buddy Matthews so you'd think Buddy would realize just what he's capable of when one of the best to ever do it sees something worthy in him.
Corey Graves: He's squandered big opportunity after opportunity. It's no wonder he doesn't believe in himself.
Mauro Ranallo: Well that could all turn around if he manages to defeat Bryan Danielson here tonight.
Buddy grabs at his arm and looks around, almost checking to see if anyone noticed he almost lost right there. He lets out a deep sigh before getting ready to tie back up. Bryan takes his back right away and picks him up for a German Suplex. Buddy throws a few back elbows to the side of the head to disorient him and break free from his grasp. He runs to the ropes and comes back only to get kicked right in the chest knocking him flat on his ass. He pops right back up but Danielson comes out with a flurry of Forearm Smashes to the face, backing him into the corner. He goes to whip him to the other corner but Matthews reverses, sending him instead. Danielson runs up the ropes and flips backwards landing on his feet but Matthews didn't follow him in, instead blasting him with a knee to the back of the spine!
Danielson stumbles forward into the ropes and Buddy comes running over to give him a boot to the side of the head! Bryan's body falls through the ropes and he hangs upside down while his feet are caught on the ropes. Matthews exits the ring and starts throwing kicks to the to the stomach of Danielson until he falls down. Billie just laughs like a hyena on the outside and claps and it seems to give Matthews a second wind. He picks up Danielson and tosses him back into the ring. He climbs up to the top rope and waits as the former UWF Champion rises to his feet. He turns around and Matthews leaps off knees first to drive his skull into the mat with the Meteroa! He makes the pin!
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Danielson kicks out! Matthews waste little time in getting him back up. He shoves Bryan's head in between his legs and lifts him up for a big Powerbomb! Danielson however ends up moving his legs around and catching Matthews in an Arm Triangle on the ground! Buddy is trying to get free but the grip of Danielson is tough. Matthews ends up powering himself up to lift Danielson off the ground but he's still hanging on. Buddy gets him all the way up and drops him with a second Powerbomb! You can see Danielson's grip lessen but he's still got it in. Matthews ends up flipping over him to pin his shoulders to the mat!
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Bryan breaks the hold to kick out!
Mauro Ranallo: Smart move by Matthews there, using Bryan's own love of submissions against him.
Corey Graves: I'll give credit where credit's due. the guy's good but he lacks real confidence. Chad Gable suffered the same thing when he first arrived and look at him now, he's the reigning Television Champion.
Both men get to their feet but it's Danielson who throws the first kick right to Matthew's chest! Buddy retaliates with a Knife Edge Chop. Bryan gives him another stiff kick and Matthews comes back with a punch to the face. Bryan goes for a forearm that knocks Buddy a bit loopy. Bryan continues with more until he's got Matthews in the ropes. He backs off but Buddy leaps forward with a Jumping Knee to the face! Bryan falls back to a knee and Murphy gives him a second knee to the face! He gets Bryan in a pumphandle position, looking for Murphy's Law but as he lifts him up, Bryan twists and turns it into a DDT! Buddy is loopy but is still fighting to get back to his feet. Danielson is in the corner waiting and when Matthews finally turns towards him, he comes running at him full speed taking him out with the Running Knee! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bryan Danielson!
Matthews rolls to the outside and Billie checks on him. Jonah meanwhile just stares down Danielson. Bryan doesn't really seem to pay him much attention, focusing on his first big win back. He heads up the ramp as the show moves on.
The scene opens as we see Kevin Nash standing there with his Prime Time Medal on his shoulder, looking directly to the camera.
Kevin Nash: People don’t deserve to bathe in their own sympathy, it’s pathetic to me how many people around here pull that shit. Frankly, it should be zero percent but it turns out that half the goddamn roster pulls it, and why should they? Look around, we’re at the pinnacle of the professional wrestling world, everything else is what you’ve worked for since getting here. Getting through the door should be enough for those who aren’t willing to work for it.
I look at the people and they don’t work, they don’t fight with passion, they still complain. Tonight marks my first defence of the Prime Time Medal, and Randy Orton is the man I have to defend against, he stands with those people who will just wait and wait for someone to give them the sympathy they want, not me.
Nash takes a deep breath, seemingly done with this already, he doesn’t even want to talk about this man he feels so indifferent to.
When I stand with my hand raised, know that I don’t give handouts, sympathy is not given, and I don’t care about your goddamn career.
We head elsewhere.
Ω KENNY OMEGA Ω
“You know, when I first caught wind of this place, when the little birdy landed on my shoulder and whispered the letters UWF into my ear, I was... Intrigued. Sickened, but curious. Because everywhere I went, everything I did, the narrative always stayed the same. "Kenny, when are you going to show up in UWF? Kenny, when can we expect to see that handsome face on UWF programming? Kenny, when are you going to go to the hottest spot in professional wrestling today and mix it up with some of the hottest names the business has to offer?" As the crowds like to say any time they have to watch ol' Grandpa Nash tear another quad, it was always the same old shit.” Kenny pauses, taking a moment to swipe his tongue over his lips while he shakes his head. The corners of his mouth curling up in a slight smirk, The Cleaner soon continues. “For some reason, completely unbeknownst to me, EVERYBODY wanted to see Kenny Omega right here, in the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. And you know me. I'm a nice, kind, charitable kinda' guy. Sometimes. And honestly, I'm still a bit of a kid at heart, so my curiosity tends to get the better of me. So what did I do? I had my good friend Don Callis, A.K.A. one of the sharpest minds in professional wrestling EVER, make a couple calls. I had him hash out some negotiations. I had him make sure that these boneheads were going to pay me what I was worth and not a penny less, and when all was said and done, when I was sure all my terms and conditions had been met - I signed my name on that dotted line, and in the process Kenny Omega did what Kenny Omega does best. I... made... history.” Another pause, perhaps for dramatic effect more than anything else as Kenny simply smirks into the camera for a moment before continuing. “Now, I know what you're all thinking. What history, right? What history could I POSSIBLY have made, just by putting my name on that oh-so lucrative UWF contract? Well, aside from becoming the highest paid superstar in UWF to date - I also just so happened to become the only superstar in UWF. And I can hear you all now, all the little thoughts swimming through your minds, because you might as well be a hive with how little individualism there really is between you. You're all thinking, "But Kenny, what about all the other guys in the locker room? What about Chad Gable? Seth Rollins? CM Punk? What about all those guys, Kenny?"” Again does The Cleaner pause, lifting his right hand up in view of the camera as he begins to wag his index finger from side to side, like a parent admonishing a misbehaving child. “Those guys? They're nowhere near my level. See, Kenny Omega? That's a superstar. All these other assholes, walking around backstage like their shit doesn't stink, thinking their God's gift to professional wrestling? Not even close. They're not superstar material - Hell, they barely even cut it as street lights, okay? But just like street lights, they shine bright for all of a MOMENT before they burn out. And when they inevitably do? They're removed, and they're replaced by another bulb, fresh outta' the box. You know who hasn't burned out, though? Who no one's been able to remove, and who sure as Hell will NEVER be replaced? Yeah, that's right. You're looking at him. Because unlike these losers that walk around the UWF locker room, pretending they're anything more than a passing trend - Kenny Omega is eternal. I've watched street light after street light flicker and fade away into the sweet embrace of nothing, and all the while I've still been burning bright and hot. Across the country, across the globe, across the entire Goddamn UNIVERSE! And now? Now, after all this time you've all spent waiting, I'm finally here to shed my bright white light on the UWF. So a word from the wise, to everyone who's been waiting oh so patiently for my arrival?” Kenny begins, smirking again as he reaches up to gently tap on the rim of his expensive shades. “Make like the greatest professional athlete in this business today, and get yourself a pair of these. You're going to need them. And to all the dimming street lights that are going to be outshined and outclassed in every possible way now that yours truly has found his way here? Well... What more can I say, really, but goodbye?” Kenny begins to question, pursing his lips after as he raises his index finger to meet them. Making an obnoxiously long and loud smooching sound, Omega finally pulls his hand away from his lips, speaking again. “And goodnight.” Pointing his finger gun toward the camera, Omega smirks one final time during this segment as he utters the final word of his infamous catchphrase. “BANG.”
The finger gun fires directly into the camera with that final word, and a moment later, the scene fades out on the smug smirk adorning Kenny Omega's face.
The scene opens up with Rene Young standing solo in the backstage area with a large smile on her face.
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Rene Young: Good evening UWF Universe, I have a very special interview tonight with the man that came in second place in the Battle Royal two weeks ago: Rob Conway. He’s also the former television champion and he is challenging the man that eliminated him last, Eddie Kingston tonight. Rob what are your thoughts?
Rob Conway goes to raise a mic to his face, but Rene Young immediately lets out a scream. At the same moment that Rob lifts the mic, Roman Reigns comes flying out of nowhere and lands a massive Superman Punch to the center of Robert’s cranium. Robert goes crashing down the cement floor and Rene screams hysterically.
Rene Young: What about the interview?!
Roman Reigns walks right up the face of Rene which causes her to begin to cower backwards. Roman jumps at Rene as if he’s going to strike her, and she flinches and screams again before running off. Roman laughs and turns around as he walks over to Conway’s body where he kneels on top of him and begins to land repeated heavy blows to a defenseless human being. After a series of punches, Seth Rollins and Paul Heyman walk up from behind egging on the actions of Roman Reigns. Seth pulls a microphone out from his back pocket, and he begins to speak while Roman continues to leave dents on Robert’s skull.
Seth Rollins: You want an interview; I’ll give you one. Since Mr. Robert here is the guy that’s wants to challenge me for my championship. I told the world last week that he doesn’t deserve a shot at my belt. And look, I said LOOK at this pathetic piece of garbage! ROBERT?! You still think you can beat me?!
Seth Rollins points the mic in the face of Robert, but Roman continues to punch, claw and batter Robert, who gives no response. Seth hits Robert in the head with the microphone before screaming at Conway again.
“I THOUGHT YOU HAD MY NUMBER CONWAY?!”
Rollins sticks the mic back in the face of Robert, who is unable to respond due to the absolute mugging Roman Reigns is still giving him. Rollins throws the mic down and stomps stomping on the other side of Robert’s head while Roman continues to punch him.
“Get him up so I can curb stomp him!”
Roman lands a few more blows to Rob Conway, and then rolls him over and holds him up. Rollins begins to stalk the limp and lifeless body of Conway, and he runs to land the deadly maneuver to Conway on the backstage floor that’s sure to be delivered with a concussion. But Seth see’s something from a distance, and motions Reigns and Heyman to exit the scene immediately. The trio flee the area and, in a few moments, Sylvan, Simon, Maryse and two officials come onto the scene. The group begin to tend to Conway who is showing little movement in his lower torso. The scene fades as UWF rolls on to the next scene.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is for the UWF Prime Time Medal!
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: Introducing first, rom St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs... "The Viper" Randy Orton!
Orton climbs into the ring and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
The sound of a lighter being lit up and a drag being taken echoes into the arena as we suddenly cut into a very 80s build up, sending us up and up with a bit more anticipation coming by the second. The riff cuts through and we know there’s only one thing that means, Kevin Nash is up in the house. The King of Cool walks through the curtain, walking to the top of the ramp then looks around the place to see what’s going on out here.
Nash starts walking down the ramp, on his way down to the ring for a dang fine contest tonight. He checks his tape, confers some words with front rowers here at the show tonight and walks on by, up to the steps.
Chimel: And his opponent... from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at 328 lbs, the “King of Cool” and The UWF Prime Time Medalist... Kevin Nash!
Kevin Nash climbs through the ropes and then raises his arm up and soaks it all in. He slowly lowers his arm all the way back down and backs off into a corner, looking in and awaiting a bit of playtime, bubba.
Tony Chimel exits the squared circle while Nash hands off his Medal to the Referee. He holds it high in the air, reminding the audience what's at stake here before passing it off and calling for the bell.
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Nash marches straight over from his corner, his gait casual and unbothered, his expression dismissive. The Viper meets him in the center of the stage, refusing to be big-dogged by the giant of a man. They bump chests - immovable force meeting unstoppable object. Orton's eyes burn a hole through Diesel's chest before tilting up so he can scowl right in his face. He's giving up about six inches, finding himself in the rare position of being the undersized wrestler in a UWF ring.
Kevin flashes a smug smile at Orton, knowing exactly what he's thinking. He's spent a career reminding men that there's always a bigger fish. What comes next is as predictable as clockwork, but Nash still doesn't do anything to stop it.
Randy tees off, forgoing the collar-and-elbow formality to blast his opponent across the jaw with a forearm strike. Nash's head snaps to one side, his hair flinging over his face as Orton steps back, awaiting a reaction. The King of Cool is slow to turn around. His tongue pokes around to check that his teeth aren't dislodged and he nods, even offering up a "not bad kid" before returning fire with a massive right hand. Knuckle connects with temple and Orton goes down!
Ranallo: Ooof! What a shot by Nash!
Phillips: I think he knocked Randy out cold!
Kev looks down at Orton, who is trying to blink the stars from his eyes. He rolls the dazed Viper on to his back with his heel and then places a lackadaisical boot on his chest for the disrespectful and unenthusiastic pin attempt. The Ref drops down to count it...
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Orton shoves the foot off just after one then rolls away to create some distance. The Prime Time Medalist shrugs and watches him go. Randy reaches the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself to a vertical base. As soon as he's standing, Nash rushes in with a surprising burst of speed and plasters the Challenger into the turnbuckle with his full body weight. Before his legs can give out, Kevin lifts Orton's arms and hooks them over the intersecting ropes to ensure he remains standing. With his opponent hung up in position, The King of Cool lays into him with a series of aggressive elbow strikes.
The UWF Universe counts along with each landed blow. Nash grabs hold of the top rope with his left hand and uses it pull himself in, adding some extra umph as he rounds five and makes his way up to ten consecutive connections. After completing the set, he steps aside and lets a stunned Apex Predator stagger aimlessly towards the middle as though he was in a drunken stupor. Kevin doesn't let him get too far before he picks him up like a sack of rice and drops him face first onto the top of the buckle, taking things back to his Sin City roots when he gives the Viper some snakes eyes.
Graves: Randy needs to find a way to turn this around and fast. He can't let Nash stack up big moves like this.
Ranallo: We usually see Orton slow down the pace when he's working against quicker, younger competition. He'll need to switch things up against a much larger opponent tonight, I think. His best bet at beating Nash is to stick and move, and to get The King of Cool off of his feet as soon as possible.
Phillips: He might not even get the chance! The Prime Time Medalist is on a roll!
Randy's head snaps back after slamming into the turnbuckle. He staggers right into Nash's awaiting arms and finds himself scooped right up and dropped back down hard with a Sidewalk Slam! Kevin sits as he plants his foe's spine into the canvas. From there, he reaches over, grabs a leg and pulls it in for the pin attempt. The Official drops down to count it....
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Randy kicks out just after two! While the fans rally behind Nash, enthralled by his dominance over the living legend, Kevin looks to finish things early. He isn't paid by the hour, after all. Standing up, he grabs The Viper by the scruff of the neck and pulls him to his knees. With an intimidatingly minimal amount of effort, Diesel flips him with into position for a powerbomb. With Randy perches on his shoulders, Nash pauses for a moment to show off his strength then goes for the Jackknife...
Oh snap! Orton counters big time!
Ranallo: RKO! RKO! RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!
As Nash was going to slam him, Orton twisted out of harms way, pivoting his body to escape while grabbing the head on the way down to execute the move he does better than anyone else in the world.
Phillips: I can't believe it! How does he always find a way?
Kevin is planted into the mat. Orton rolls him over and sprawls, making a cover to steal himself that Prime Time Medal....
Graves: He's going to do it! Randy Orton is going to be the first man to take the Prime Time Medal from someone!
The Referee comes in to count it...
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Nash's leg shoots out and lands on the bottom rope! The Referee notices it just in time to halt his count. Fans breath a sigh of relief while Orton looks up, shocked and furious. He mutters something at the Official through gritted teeth. Terrified, the Third Man points to the foot still draped on the rope, hoping the evidence will save him from the Viper's wrath.
It does, but a now-irate Orton is just getting started with Nash. He rolls to outside, lands on the floor and swats the boot off the cable. After that, he grabs hold of Nash's leg and pulls him under the ropes, despite the Ref's protests to keep things in the squared circle. Randy is seeing red now, and reason can't reach him.
Kevin is still dazed as all heck and doesn't put up any resistance as Randy drives him into the apron with a spear-like maneuver. He then repeats, hitting the same move into the ringside barricade. The King of Cool groans in pain as his ribs are crushed into the metal. It's music to the Apex Predator's ears. Back up in the ring, the Referee starts his ten count...
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Randy grabs Nash by the hand and whips him towards the steel steps. Kevin's a big boy and that means a lot of body crashing into a lot of metal. The clanging resonates through the arena and the Prime Time Medalist lands in a heap between the dislodged sections of stairs.
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Orton's eyes narrow with a blood-thirsty focus. He crouches his heads and he approaches his prey, an unmistakably snake-like quality to his demeanor. Nash is writhing in pain as Orton picks him up again. It's no small feat - elevating the mammoth of a man - but Randy manages to get him up and then slams him face-first into the outside edge of the turnbuckle.
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Ranallo: Randy Orton is taking pleasure in dissecting Nash!
Graves: Nobody's going to deny that this third-generation superstar has something of a demented side, but that's what maes him such a dangerous and impressive competitor.
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Orton notices the Official inching is way towards ten and slides back under the rope. The Ref continues the count on Nash...
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But Randy slides back out to break it up, ignoring admonishments from the Referee and boos from the fans as he does so.
Phillips: Randy could have had this match won by count-out there if he wanted!
Graves: That wouldn't have gotten him the Prime Time Medal, though, Phillips. Think before you speak.
Ranallo: I'm not sure if it's so much about winning the Medal as it is about hurting Kevin Nash at this point.
Orton stomps a mudhole into Kevin's chest, absolutely smothering him with a parade of boots until he runs out of breath. He stumbles away, practically frothing at the mouth while Nash clutches his ribs in agony. The Referee has started up his count again, but Orton isn't going to let him get far.
The Viper circles back, pulling the King of Cool off of the arena floor and sliding him back into the ring. Once Nash is lying on the canvas, the Ref drops down to check to see if he's still fit to continue. Orton creeps back up around the side and heads to one corner, untying the padding on the top turnbuckle to expose the rigid metallic linking beneath.
A shower of boos rains down from the fans as Randy dismantles that part of the squared circle. In a rare moment of awareness, the Referee turns to check what the fuss is about and sees that Orton is up to no good. He marches over to amend the situation while Orton brushes right past him to get back to work on Nash. Kevin still isn't fighting back much as Randy heaves him up to drape him over the top rope. With the Prime Time Medalist leaning prone beside him, Randy reaches over and just rips the padding off the nearest buckle while the Third Man is still trying to fix the other one.
Ranallo: Orton could have gone for a pin by now if he wasn't so obsessed with inflicting more pain!
Phillips: That's true - Kevin Nash is all but unconscious. Another RKO would seal the deal!
Graves: Randy is going to win this match his way, and it'll be that much more impressive when he does.
Randy grabs Nash by the back of the head and directs him towards the now-exposed buckle. He goes to drive his face into it...
But Kevin braces his arms against the ropes, preventing contact. Orton looks shocked, but tries again, leaning in will al his might to press his opponent's face into the links there. Nash fights back, shooting an elbow around to clip Randy in the face! The Viper is stunned and staggers away.
With the fans rallying behind him full force, Kevin throws his weight into the ropes and bounces back to charge at Orton. He keeps in fast, head hunting with a Big Boot! Orton ducks it and catches him with a counter, using the giant's momentum against him to connect with an astounding rendition of his vintage spinning powerslam! Kevin's body slams into the canvas with a huge thud and Randy hooks a leg to shoot the half...
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Nash kicks out in time! The UWF Universe claps and cheers as Orton runs his hands through his hair, mortified. He slithers away, finding a place to watch from the corner while he sizes up Nash. Randy pounds the mat, getting himself amped up to execute that signature move again.
Graves: He's thinking RKO! This is it!
Ranallo: Nash is in trouble now.
Orton slams his fists into the canvas one more time as Nash groggily gets to his feet. The Viper then shoots in to hit the RKO!
Nash cuts him off with a boot to the stomach first! Orton doubles over and The King of Cool pulls him in, flips him up and the Jackknife's the ever loving heck out of the man! Randy damn near goes through the ring before Nash drops down to make this one academic...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
AND STILL UWF PRIME TIME MEDALIST...
KEVIN NASH!
The Official quickly gathers up the Medal and hands it to Nash while raising his hand. Kevin is clearly nursing some banged up ribs as he winces while holding up his defended ticket to the Intercontinental Championships. The King of Cool shoots Orton one last disapproving look before heading for the ramp.
Ranallo: Well, Kevin Nash was able to retain his Prime Time Championship against a game Randy Orton in a hard fought match.
Phillips: Orton nearly had him there, but might have gotten too caught in causing some carnage to get the job done. Now Nash is one win closer to a title shot.
Nash heads to the back as Randy sits up in the ring, a crazed look in his eyes. The Referee stays the heck away from him as Revolution continues elsewhere.
We cut to Ciampa and Wardlow standing backstage. They seem to be in Ciampas usual haunt of the equipment space.
Ciampa: Well last week didn't go exactly as planned. I promised to destroy Dolph Ziggler and while that mostly happened, I got DQ'd by ah idiot referee.
Ciampa raises a finger
Ciampa: However I did succeed in proving something: Dolph Ziggler can't get it done anymore. He came out last week expecting to blow past me and I barely broke a sweat in that match, hell I basically had it won till he got himself DQ'd
Ciampa shakes his head.
Ciampa: I knew Ziggler was a coward but to get yourself DQ'd I never expected him to go that low but I guess that's just his true colours shining through. Dolph wants everyone to believe that he's back and he's changed but we all know below that cheap smile and cheaper fake tan, he's the same old scumbag that he was the last time around.
Ciampa strokes his chin
Ciampa: So last week Dolph, what we did to you, what Wardlow and I did, that was just a sampler. You see we're the biggest threat on this roster right now and if you're smart enough Dolph you'll stay out of my way.
Ciampa smirks
Ciampa: People who get in my way tend to get hurt and with Wardlow now, that pain is just going to get worse. So do what's best for yourself Dolph and just walk the other way when you see me or whenever you get tempted to interrupt me just ignore it. I've already ended one career, don't make yourself my second.
With that Ciampa and Wardlow walk off
Bryan is shown in the back after the win and he begins to speak
Bryan Danielson: You see that right there. This is what I wanted to bring to the UWF. Buddy you were great no no no I will say you were excellent as an opponent but rememeber this. Everything I do outside of this ring is to make myself prime and ready to compete. Something that maybe you should think about doing to become a better performer. I'm about ready to wind down but I an going to ask for this. General Manager EC3 give me Randy... If not Randy I don't care who it is. Week in and week out I want to be able to do what I love and that is wrestle. Take on the so called BEST in this roster and take them out one by one until it is undeniable who is the best in this ring. So whoever I face next I hope you're ready. Because you're facing a Bryan Danielson whose ready for the challenge and will always be one step ahead of you.
We head back to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already there pacing back and forth, waiting for his opponent.
Just look at me...
The Contourage comes out from the back with their backs turned. They're trying to stop Rob Conway but the Con Man comes out on stage and pushes them away. He's holding his ribs and the back of his head. He's clearly hurt but he's still coming down to the ring to compete.
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!
He makes it down the ramp and rolls into the ring. The ref asks if he's sure he wants to actually go through with the match. Conway nods and tells him to ring the damn bell which he reluctantly calls for.
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DING DING DING
Conway looks like shit and Eddie casually walks up to him and just starts laying in the punches in the corner. Conway tries to cover up as best he can but it's clear that he's not got a lot of fight in him after the brutal assault from Rollins and Reigns earlier in the night. The ref backs Eddie up to give Conway some room to breathe. Dean comes over ready to throw in the towel but Rob gives him a stern look telling him not to.
Corey Graves: You see that? That's the heart of a champion. Eddie Kingston is a thug who attacks a guy who just got beat up earlier.
Tom Phillips: Conway could have pulled out of this match.
Corey Graves: Like I said, the heart of a champion. Eddie can give us his sad sack life story all day every day but Conway, he proves he's got heart in the ring each and every night!
Conway tells Kingston to bring the fight to him and so he comes forward and starts giving him some boots. They're in the corner so the ref has to get between the two but as he does, Conway gives Eddie a thumb right to the eye! Kingston turns away blinded and Conway takes him out from behind with a Chop Block! Conway just starts punching the downed Kingston but Eddie catches one of his punches and pulls him down toward him, giving him a Headbutt!
Mauro Ranallo: A headbutt from a downed position, I don't think I've ever seen that before.
Corey Graves: I'm sure there's tons more dirty moves in Kingston's arsenal.
Conway backs away holding his head. He's daze but he sees Eddie get back up to his feet. He runs right at him but Kingston levels him with a Spinning Back Fist! Conway gets knocked back onto his ass and Eddie runs past him, bouncing off the ropes and comes back with the Slidiing D to the back of the head! conway falls over and Eddie makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Eddie Kingston!
Tom Phillips: Conway never stood a chance after that attack earlier.
Corey Graves: I'm sure Kingston will take full credit for this and pretend it was a hard fought battle like his whole life has been or some other crap.
Mauro Ranallo: A win's a win Corey and Eddie has been racking up wins since his debut but we'll see if he has what it takes to finally get the big one.
Corey Graves: God help us.
The Contourage tends to Conway while Eddie casually walks up the ramp and heads to the back. The show moves on...
The scene cuts back to the announce table where Mauro Ranallo is standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Welcome back everybody and now we take you to last week after the conclusion of the main event between El Generico and CM Punk. We caught up with Sami Zayn regarding his client's loss that night.
Sami Zayn: Well what did I expect. I guess it's on me for thinking just once this place could give us a good clean match. I'm sure you all saw it right? Generico was seconds away from putting CM Punk away until that creepy little girl popped up on the titantron. Look Bray Wyatt, I don't care what you got going on with CM Punk. I know he took the title from you and that's none of our business but it's pretty clear you're no match for him. Allow Generico to handle your business for you. And after that blatant interference, I think Punk should announce Genercio as the new #1 contender but everyone knows Punk doesn't have a spine, he just uses Samoa Joe to keep him propped up.
As far as the other half of the UWF title picture, Eddie Kingston is just a fluke. We all know it. He's been coasting on easy victories for months now but after I just chewed out EC3 for that crap he allowed to happen, he's given us a match. In 2 weeks time we'll see Generico kick the head off of Eddie Kingston's shoulders. If Eddie was a real man of honor, he'd step down and give Generico his title shot. So until then, we're off.
Interviewer: Quick question Sami.
Sami Zayn: Shoot.
Interviewer: Why are you all sweaty and disheveled?
Sami looks caught off guard and his eyes dart around.
Sami Zayn: Uhh I was working out during Generico's match. Yeah, gotta keep in perfect shape for my return. Anyways gotta go look after my client so I'll see you folks later.
Sami takes off running down the hall as the scene fades out.
Ranallo: Well moving on right ahead to more action here tonight, up next we̵̲̍̀ ̷̛͙h̸̼͈̅͠A̴̞͌͋v̷͍̅E̵̫̿͝ ̸̠̬̐͝l̶͓̃͘ͅ-̴̝̓͘
The feed begins to freeze and glitch heavily, surely making several people at home looking for their controls to figure out what's wrong with their T.Vs. Suddenly the screen goes dark, and amidst the darkness the swift sound of a match being lit is heard. The small flame dances in a pitch black room, when suddenly the lights in the room light up just as the flame is blown out.
Alexa Bliss: BOO! Haahehe did I get ya? Were you all Surprised to see lil ole me here? Oh you silly gooses, ya shouldn't be surprised at all. I mean not only has Bray and my all time favorite Funhouse Friend Breezy mentioned talking to me countless times in the funhouse before...But like, heehee, has no one actually realized that-
Suddenly the image glitches and a flashes of images from a Revolution leading up to Wrestlemania begin to play.
After the image glitches back to Bliss she is giggling with glee.
I've always
Static covers the screen again, showing images from a November episode of Revolution.
The moving imagines pause with arrows and red circles pointing to Alexa Bliss figures in the image.
been here
Again the feed cuts out and images from the end of July flash through the screen.
The whooooole time.
The static and glitching continues on as an image from one of the earliest Firefly Funhouses way back in May of 2020 appears.
The glitches finally stops and Bliss is somehow suddenly holding a jack-in-a-box in her hand, smiling to herself and speaking as she spins the handle.
Hee Hee, that's what separates minds like ours from the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. Now that we're free from the shackles of what once burdened our mortal coils, We see all and are all. I've always been around, but while all the littlest friends could join in on the fun, and even some of the outsider ones could visit through the windows and the like, it seemed I was locked up in a place I couldn't get free from. I was running constantly late for the show I oh so wanted to be apart of, lost in the machinations of an enigma. But, hee hee, if you don't know where you're going, it doesn't really matter what path you take. If all the doors are locked, if all the windows shut, if you can't find a way in...all you have to do is wait for all those perceived locks and barriers to go away. Some people use a key, some seek entry with a rap rap rapping upon the door, but fire...I've found...to be the funnest skeleton Key of them all. And now, I'm here to play with all my friends! Yaaaaay, I'm still tidying the place up for when they get back, and oh the fun we're going to have. I'm so so so SO SO looking forward to the play we're to have, which makes me a lil gloomy about our first friend to be...because while I'm looking forward to the games we're about to play, our little punk of a friend has somehow strayed and lost his way, and now there’ll be no time to play, no time for joy, no time for friends – not even time to make amends.
Bliss frowns deeply and runs a finger from her eye down to her cheek symbolizing a tear, before her lively ear to ear grin reappears and she fiddles with the handle on the box some more.
I mean you used to be oh so much more...Muchier...You've lost your muchness, and while I and I'm certain oh so many more who are set to return to this very house would love to help you find the very much you've not muchened in so much time...I'm afraid, and so should you, that...Ḧ̶̩͉́͗e̸̿͜...Does not sympathize with your lacking and is coming to rid you of so Much more Much than you can Ever imagine. Heehhe But that's for Much later, tonight is about celebrating! I'm so excited that the finishing touches on the funhouse are soon to be touched, and I'm ready to learn how to play all the fun games I've only been able to witness so far. And Heckers, maybe make a few of my own friends along the way! But that is all in due time, and time is very soon due, so until then all I can do wait. Just a lil itty bitty warning though, and I know you're listening closely already, you may be dealing with others at the moment. And usually, people like me and Bray haha, we'd say the More the Merrier! But in this case, you may want to warn your newer friends that...while we can be patient and wait our turn...H̷̰͑̒e̸̤̿́...Does not wait...H̶̯̾è̸͔͈...Does not forget...H̶͎͌́ḛ̸̆ is coming for you, and whether it's just you or not when H̵͙̍͌e̶͙̒ does, there will be Nothing left once it happens.
As Bliss' look turns serious, her eyes almost seem to change entirely as she stares right into the camera, suddenly without warning the terrifying fiendish jack-in-a-box pops open by itself with Bliss not flinching at all, instead she speaks but the voice that seemingly comes out of her mouth is not of her own but of deep monstrous almost electrical sounding Fiend.
LET HIM IN.
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.
P U N K
The UWF Champion marches purposefully out on to the ramp, strobe lights flashing in time with the pulsing rhythm of "Digging for Windows". With his name spread big and bold up on the titantron, Punk takes a knee and checks the invisible wrist watch to confirm the time. Love him or hate him, the fans all scream along when he announces that it's Clobberin' Time!
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... The UWF Champion... CM PUNK!
The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he walks down the ramp. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The Renaissance is realized. This is a man who has re-established himself as Best in the World and he knows out. He carries himself with bulletproof confidence, daring any and all comers to take their shot. While Samoa Joe takes his place at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.
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Both men cautiously circle around one another. Despite the disparaging words said about Dolph, Punk knows just how dangerous he is and he doesn't take him lightly. The two lock up but neither seem to gin an edge. They break off having not budged an inch before going to lock up once again. This time Dolph uses his amateur wrestling background to go behind and take his back. He tries to lift him up to slam him to the mat but Punk wraps his foot around his leg, not letting him get lifted off the mat. Punk instead throws a back elbow but Ziggler ducks it and runs forward ramming Punk into the corner!
Punk holds onto him, trying to a guillotine of sorts while Ziggler punches him in the ribs. The ref comes between the two to break up. Ziggler slowly backs away but jumps right at Punk for a Stinger Splash! The UWF Champion side steps it and Ziggler hits the corner hard. He bounces back into Punk's waiting arms who scoops him up with a Reverse Powerslam! Punjk immediately wraps around Dolph's body and starts throwing knees to the top of his head. Ziggler does his best to cover up and ends up rolling away to the ropes.
Mauro Ranallo: These men know each other so well and if the Mount Rushmore of UWF could carve more faces, I think these two would be front runners.
Corey Graves: Hell I think you could straight up re-carve the faces off of there and just add Punk 4 times over when it's all said and done.
Ziggler gets back to his feet only to get Clotheslined over the ropes. He hangs onto the top rope and lands on the apron but Punk walks away wiping his hands like he took out the trash. Ziggler comes back in through the ropes and Punk turns around to get kicked in the gut. Ziggler hoists him up in the air for a Suplex but Punk's weight shifts and Ziggler stumbles over to the ropes, both men tumbling over and falling to the floor below!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God what an ugly landing!
Corey Graves: Dolph's been out of the game for a bit and while he's certainly got the skills to be great, there's probably some amount of ring rust and you know CM Punk's going to take advanatage of that.
Tom Phillips: I know someone else who likes to take advantage of things.
Samoa Joe walks over and helps Punk get to his feet to check on him. This allow Punk to stumble over and kick Dolph in the side of the head as he's trying to get up. Punk picks him up and throws him back into the ring before hopping on the apron. He wrenches his arm in a circle to double check he's got no injuring before jumping back into the ring with a Slingshot Senton onto Dolph! Ziggler tries to roll away but Punk rolls him back over to make the pin.
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Ziggler kicks out! Punk picks him up and Irisih Whips him into the corner. He comes charging over for the Running Knee but Ziggler rolls out of the way and his knee collides with the top turnbuckle! Punk hobbles out of the corner but Ziggler drops him with a picture perfect Standing Dropkick! Punk crawls away but tries to get back up on his own. As he's doing that, Ziggler comes over and lays him out with the Famouser! He turns him over to make the pin!
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Punk kicks out at 2! He tries to get back up right away but Ziggler comes up behind him to lace him in a Sleeper! Punk reaches for the ropes but he's juuuuust out of reach, fingertips just missing the ropes. He reaches back at Dolph and pulls his hair but the ref admonishes him for this and he lets go. He instead tries to go forward but Dolph jumps on his back and wraps his legs around him, throwing hi body weight back. Punk manages to stay upright however and walks over to the corner with Ziggler on his back. he grabs onto the ropes and the ref tells Dolph to break it. He lets go but Punk throws a back kick to the gut that knocks Dolph to his knees. He pulls him back up and places him in a hammerlock, using his foot to sweep around his leg and than drive him forward in a Devil Lock DDT! He makes the pin.
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Ziggler kicks out!
Corey Graves: Ziggler is being reminded real quick what it's like to be in the ring with an athlete th caliber of CM Punk. Who knows how much longer it'll be until he realizes he just might not have it anymore.
Tom Phillips: You've done a big 180 from your opinion on Ziggler when Revolution first started.
Corey Graves: This isn't the same Ziggler that was UWF Champion. If Dolph wants to show he's still got it, he's got to stop sucking up to these fans and do what needs to be done to get the job done.
Punk grabs one of Ziggler's arms and rolls forward over him to scoop him up onto his shoulders. He stands all the way up but Ziggler is wiggling free, managing to come down with a Facebuster to Punk! Ziggler lies back instead of making the pin, opting to use this time to recover. He and Punk manage to get back to their feet at about the same time. Punk goes for a Roundhouse but Dolph ducks it and when Punk turns around, Ziggler jumps at him for the DDT. Punk however overpowers it and pushes Ziggler back and he stumbles backwards into the corner. Punk runs with him and just when he hits his back against the corner, the UWF Champion is there to hit him with the Running Knee! Punk throws Ziggler out of the corner and exits onto the apron. Ziggler it woozy but makes it to his feet. He turns around just in time for Punk come at him with a Springboard Clothesline! He makes the pin!
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Ziggler gets the shoulder up at 2! Punk immediately grabs the arm he lifted up and bends it back, trying to put him in the Anaconda Vice! Ziggler kicks his feet, pushing off the mat to circle around until he wiggles free. He rushes back up to his feet but this time is met with the Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head! He slowly falls forward but Punk catches him onto his shoulders. He got him in perfect position and lifts him up for the GTS but Ziggler catches his knee on the way down. He trips up Punk's other leg to make him fall back but he's got a hold of both legs. He then slingshots him into the corner where Punk eats the turnbuckle face first! Punk slowly turns around looking dazed only to eat a Stinger Splash! Dolph then picks Punk up onto the top turnbuckle and looks at Joe and gives him a wink. He tucks Punk over his shoulder and walks out of the corner to deliver the Muscle Buster! He makes the pin!
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But NO! Punk kicks out just in time! Joe looks on with simmering anger as he mutters to himself.
Tom Phillips: Can you believe what would have happened if CM Punk lost to Joe's own move?
Corey Graves: Joe has perfected that move and Dolph hasn't. Punk was never in any danger if you ask me.
Mauro Ranallo: It just goes to show you what Ziggler is prepared to do to put away the UWF Champion.
Dolph walks over to the corner and starts tuning up the band. Punk is picking himself up and turns, ducking instinctively to dodge the Superkick. Ziggler's foot goes soaring just past his head, the momentum spinning him around but when he faces Punk, he's met with a Spinning Back Fist to the face that knocks him to his hands and knees. Punk follows up with some Kawada style kicks. Ziggler rolls away to the ropes and pulls himself up. He turns and Punk hits a second Running Knee, this time against the ropes! Ziggler looks knocked out but Punk scoops Dolph onto his shoulder for good measure and hits the GTS! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion CM Punk!
Corey Graves: Once again, look who comes in second place!
Mauro Ranallo: That gives him yet another win on his streak.
Corey Graves: I think he may retire UWF Champion if this keeps up.
Punk gets handed his title and he goes to the top rope to pose with it. He quickly notices however that Eddie Kingston has come out on stage. Samoa Joe is quick to come around the ring and stand in front of the ring with his arms crossed, practically begging Kingston to come on down for an ass whooping. Eddie looks out to the crowd, the audacity of this Samoan asshole. He turns his head back to face him but he's booted in the side of the head with the Helluva Kick by Sami Zayn!
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell!?
Tom Phillips: Looks like Sami is out to get an early edge for his match next week.
Corey Graves: You mean Generico's match next week.
Tom Phillips: Give it a rest Corey, we all know that's Zayn underneath that mask.
Corey Graves: Wow Phillips, you think all non Americans look alike huh?
Sami talks some trash to the downed Mad King before he looks over to Punk. He motions for the title and says he's going to beat Kingston next week and prove to be the rightful #1 contender. Punk is telling him to go ahead and bring it and raises the title up high. The lights start to flicker and Punk looks around but they return to normal shortly after. Joe's on guard walking around the ring while Punk maintains his cool as the show comes to an end.
END OF SHOW
Credits
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Conway vs Kingston, Gable vs Rollins, Bryan vs Matthews, Ziggler vs Punk - Danny
