Post by Danny on Dec 2, 2021 19:45:17 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. We've got some good matches on tap including the main event between El Generico and Eddie Kingston.
Corey Graves: It's about time Eddie got put in his place and it'll be an honor to call it with the UWF Champion CM Punk.
Tom Phillips Plus we got a title match as Kevin Nash defends the Prime Time Medal against Tomasso Ciampa and Dolph Ziggler goes up against the Intercontinental Champion Seth Rollins.
That's not all as we have Bryan Danielson going up against Kenny Omega but first, it's Big Show vs John Cena! Let's head down to the ring right now!
Tony Chimel:: "Towering at Seven feet tall. Four-hundred forty-five pounds of pure man. The one, the only, Big Show!"
Two spotlights converge at the backstage entrance as Big Show enters the arena. Show stands tall proudly showing off his mawashi attire. After taking in the crowds energy for a couple of moments he casually makes his way down to the ring with the spotlights moving alongside him keeping him in the center of the light. Any fan that attempts to reach their hands out are met with Show spitting in their direction, or him flipping them the bird. Show slides into the ring and stand tall once more towering over the ring.
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.
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Cena walks up to the middle of the ring and gives Show the ol' "you Can't See Me" taunt right out the gate. Cena turns his back to brush some dirt off his shoulder, not really giving Big Show any time of day. The giant gets a scowl on his face as he rushes towards him and clobbers Cena from, behind with a big Clothesline to the back of the head! Cena goes down but Big Show picks him right back up and tosses him into the corner. Cena hits the turnbuckles hard and Show runs at him, squishing him with a Splash! Cena falls forward and leans over his opponent, the ton of mass being the only thing keeping him upright. Show grabs him by the throat and lifts him up in the air, turning around and planting him with a Chokeslam! He's knelt over and keeps his hand on Cena's chest for the pin.
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Cena kicks out!
Tom Phillips: The Big Show just almost put away a former World Heavyweight Champion like he was nothing.
Corey Graves: Have you been watching the past few years? John Cena is nothing.
Mauro Ranallo: Had Big Show gone for a more traditional cover, this one may have been over already.
Big Show grabs Cena head with both hands and pulls him all the way back up to his feet in one swift motion. He brings him over to the corner and delivers a massive Overhand Chop to the chest that even the cheap seats could hear. Cena crumples to his knees but Big Show picks him right back up. He goes for a second Overhand Chop but Cena ducks out of the way just in time! Show's hand hits the turnbuckle and he shakes it from the pain ringing through his hand. Cena starts throwing body shots at him but Big Show simply places one hand on Cena's forehead and shoves him back. Cena falls back but rolls up to his feet and charges Show only to eat a Big Boot!
Cena looks completely out of it but Big Show isn't nearly done with him. He pulls him back up and shoves his head between his legs. He picks Cena all the way up into a powerbomb and walks him to the center of the ring, Cena starts throws down some punches to the top of Show's head and it seems to work as the big man staggers backwards towards the corner. Show's arms come down and Cena stands on the middle rope over Big Show and keeps hammering away, the fans counting along for a 10 count. Cena jumps down and Big Show falls to a knee. Cena climbs up to the top rope and as Show is getting to his feet still knelt over, Cena comes off the top rope with a Diving Leg Drop Bulldog to the back of Big Show's head! He makes the cover!
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Big Show kicks out right away with such force that Cena is lifted off the mat high enough to land in a standing position. He looks shocked, even more so when he sees Show sitting up already. He turns over and gets to a knee but Cena hits the ropes and comes back to deliver the Throwback! Show's head is spiked into the mat and he lays there while Cena throws up his hand in the sky, the fans cheering as they know what's coming next. He bends down over Show to give him a second "You Can't See Me" taunt before he hits the ropes and comes back with a Five Knuckle Shuffle! Big Show sits up from the impact and slowly rises to his feet. Cena stands behind him lying in wait and when Show turns around, he's able to lift the big man onto his shoulders. Before he can even think about hitting the Attitude Adjustment, Big Show slips off in front of him and locks in a Bear Hug!
Mauro Ranallo: Bear Hug, John Cena could pass out right here!
Corey Graves: And we'd all be better for it.
You can see the pain etched on Cena's face. He's got nowhere to go and even with Eve cheering him on on the outside, he can't find to strength to break free. Eve starts to slap the mat to get the crowd to clap along and give Cena a second wind. It slowly but surely starts to work and Cena starts punching Big Show in the head until he finally breaks the hold. He thinks he's free but Big Show ends up giving him a Headbutt! Show then grabs him and leans him backwards, lifting his leg over his chest and falling down for the Showstopper Leg Drop! He stays sitting with his leg over him to make the pin.
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Cena kicks out! Big Show is just about done playing games. He picks John back up to a vertical base but Cena starts slugging him in the gut with punches. Show thriows some of his own but despite their power, they're far slower and Cena is able to dodge them and connect with a few of his own every time. Cena manages to get Big Show on the ropes and he tries to Irish Whip him across the ring but Show easily reverse and sends Cena running instead. He follows him in but it's a bad idea as Cena hits the ropes and bounces off them to give Show a Springboard Stunner! The big man goes down and Cena makes the pin!
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Big Show kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: It's always an awkward looking move but it manages to almost do the job here tonight.
Corey Graves: I think that's it for Cena's second wind. Look at him, he's done.
Tom Phillips: I wouldn't never count out John Cena Corey.
Corey Graves: That's because you're like him, hoping to get out of this slump but no, you're just destined to be a loser forever.
Cena is breathing heavily but realizes he's got another way to put away The Big Show. He rolls Show over onto his stomach and takes his leg, stepping through to go for the STF but Big Show grabs his arms to prevent him from getting the facelock on. Cena is trying his hardest but he can't overpower Big Show. The giant throws his head to Headbutt Cena and he falls off to the side. Big Show gets back to his feet while Cena does the same. Big Show gives him a Side Kick to the gut to hunch him over before shoving his head between his legs and lifting him up for a Powerbomb! Show then jumps up and puts all his weight down on his chest with a Sumo Drop! He stays on him for the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Big Show!
Show gets off of Cena and he immediately rolls out of the ring where a ringside official and Eve check on him. Big Show throws both arms up in victory and calmly heads out of the ring and back up the ramp, a show of dominance as the show moves on.
The scene opens to Seth Rollins in the backstage arena staring directly into the camera. The Intercontinental championship is firmly displayed as he takes his hands and wipes the belt clean. He has a look of almighty confidence as he smirks and stares into the screen.
Seth Rollins: I hate to give you all a spoiler alert: but here’s one: Dolph Ziggler doesn’t have a chance in hell tonight at beating me. He didn’t have the balls to address me before the match, and tonight he won’t be able to put up a fight against me. The version of Dolph Ziggler that would put up a good fight against me can only be reached with a time machine or footage from the UWF archives. Dolph Ziggler is going to end up being just another domino that I knock down in my playground.
Tonight Dolph Ziggler is just a stain that is going to be eviscerated with bleach. But don’t feel bad, the majority of the locker room HAS and WILL suffer the same fate when the stars align..
Seth Rollins then winks into the camera and straps his championship around his waist and walks off as everything fades to black and UWF rolls on..
The broadcast takes us backstage where Dolph Ziggler is standing by with a cameraman, apparently waiting to do an interview.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Hey, where the Hell is Renee? She told me to meet her here for an int--
Mid-sentence, Ziggler is blindsided in a blur of motion as someone takes him out with a chop block from behind. Soon, the former UWF champion finds himself being absolutely mugged by Tommaso Ciampa!
Phillips: Oh what the Hell! This is a savage attack by Tommaso Ciampa!
Ranallo: Dolph Ziggler thought he was headed to an interview and instead he is being mugged by his rival.
The cameraman immediately starts shouting for security while he keeps the camera rolling. Ziggler has no ability to cover himself up; every time he moves his hands, Ciampa changes targets. Finally, there is a break and Ziggler crawls to the wall, but as he does Ciampa roars and runs at him, connecting with a bare knee to the side of the head! Ziggler's bell is clearly rung as he slumps against the wall and collapses to the floor. Security rushes in and Ciampa cuts and runs, leaving the guards and medical personnel to tend to Ziggler, who is seemingly unconscious.
We head down to the ring where Kenny Omega is already in the ring, waiting for his opponent.
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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Omega comes out the corner with that cocksure swagger, ready to put the entire UWF roster on notice. He walks right up to Bryan but Danielson throws a stiff kick to the chest that hits with such force that is stumbles Kenny back into the the corner. Bryan follows up by running at him and taking his head off with a Dropkick in the corner! Kenny comes walking out while holding the top rope for stability but Bryan Clotheslines him to the outside! Kenny lands on his feet but is clearly looking lost. Danielson runs to the ropes and jumps out, knocking Omega into the barricade via Suicide Dive! Bryan tosses him right back into the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Omega came in with such confidence but Bryan Danielson has given his mission statement and he's been enacting it out since his return. No more funny business, it's back to pure wrestling and there's no room for non serious competitors.
Tom Phillips: Kenny thought he's come back and this would be a walk in the park. Any other competitor it may have happened but not this new attitude Bryan Danielson.
Danielson comes back into the ring and patiently watches in the corner as Omega slowly rises to his feet. He turns around and Bryan sprints at him with the running knee but Omega sidesteps it! Bryan turns around and eats a V-Trigger to the face! Danielson falls to his hands and knees and Omega gets a smile on his face. He leans down to grab a fistful of hair but Bryan suddenly catches his arm and pulls him down into the Labell Lock! Omega tries to get towwards the ropes but Bryan is able to get it fully locked in and pulls back with all his might causing Kenny to tap.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bryan Danielson!
Danielson lets go and Kenny immediately rolls out of the ring. Danielson gets his hand raised and he looks out to the crowd cheering him on. Those cheers turn to jeers though and Bryan is grabbed from behind, spun around and laid out with an RKO!
Tom Phillips: The Viper striking out of nowhere!
Corey Graves: Bryan's one of the best to ever do it but he provoked a snake and he got bitten. That's what happens.
Orton smiles at the downed Bryan. He backs up like he may go for the Punt Kick but instead just laughs and exits the ring, heading up the ramp. Bryan comes to and watches The Viper slither away with a look of anger on his face s the show moves on.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Samoa Joe and the UWF Champion, CM Punk.
The Straight Edge Superstar and his ever-present back-up stroll into the shot. Punk looks smug as ever, title belt held loosely in hand, while the Samoan Submission Machine has the vibe of a bouncer ready to take out whatever trash comes within reach.
Young: Thanks for joining me, fellas. Punk, it's being reported that you'll be on commentary for tonight's main event match between Eddie Kingston and El Generico. Eddie earned the right to challenge for your title by winning the Battle Royal at Halloween Havoc, but Sami Zayn closed out last week's show by attacking the Mad King, stating a case for his protege to be considered to rightful Number One Contender. Do you think a win for Generico would move him up the line?
Looking back over his shoulder to Joe, Punk shares a knowing smirk with his partner - like they're in on some kinda joke here - before turning back to Renee to answer the question.
Punk: Look... I love the idea of Sami wanting his guy to get some shine after I kicked his ass a couple week's back, and a win over Eddie might change the whole narrative heading into Slammiversary. It's smart, ya know? He already knows he can't beat me, he sure as hell didn't want to try his luck with Joe standing right there, so he did the next best thing - he went after the guy at the front of the line. Hats of to him. Nice to see that initiative.
Thing is, Eddie's only got two L's on his record here so far. He's no walk in the park. As far as I'm concerned, he's the safe money bet and I'm looking forward to giving him his third loss live on pay-per-view. If things pan out a little bit differently and it's Generico I've got to beat again, it is what is. Sooner or later, I'm gonna check off every name on the roster. I'm not hiding from anyone, Renee. I want these matches, and I know these guys. They're stubborn. They're proud. For some of 'em, it'll take two or three times for it to sink in. Not everyone breaks so fast - you've got your Tom Lawlor's and then you've got your AJ Styles' of the world. The results always the same, it's just a matter of how long before every wrestler in the UWF realizes that I'm everything I say that I am.
Renee's eyes narrow.
Young: Are you anticipating a rematch with Bray Wyatt then?
The Champ's expression fades from bemused to irritated at the mention of the name.
Punk: So here's a fun little fact about me and Bray Wyatt. I have won seven consecutive matches since I took the title from him. Seven. Keep in mind that's only half of my current win streak, but that's still more than anyone else in the organization right now. It's also seven more than Bray has won or ever had since then. Historically speaking, EC3 has been more concerned with making money than maintaining any kind of meritocratic system when it comes to promoting this world championship, and hey, that's worked out pretty well for him and his family, so whatever. It is what it is. I'd just offer up the point that - when it comes to proving yourself in that ring - there might be no person less worthy in terms of title contention than Bray Wyatt right now.
Young: Yes, but he holds the record as the longest reigning Champion in Revolution history.
Punk: Good for him. I think about his title reign a lot - I use it as a model for what to avoid... what I want to do differently. He tucked the belt away on his Mr. Rogers studio set and skulked around the shadows, waiting to be fed on washed contender after the next. Night one, I came out and made it clear that I would face anyone, any time. I want this whole roster to have a chance to know I'm the better man. It took me carving my way through the G1 Climax tournament to be called a contender. All Bray Wyatt's doing to get back in that conversation is sending his girlfriend around to play with the light switch.
It's boring. It's old news. Masks and costumes and theatrics aren't intimidating. Dominance in, and nobody has ever dominated competition like I am right now. If the world needs to see me expose the Fiend as a fraud again, name the time and place. I consider that part of the job, and I love my job. But if I'm Eddie Kingston right now, I'm pretty pissed off that someone's coming off the bench and stealing my spotlight. If I'm one of these guys like Ciampa or Nash or Conway or whoever else, I'm not accepting that a grown ass man in a clown costume is cutting ahead in line. If this roster's got any balls or a shred of dignity, they'll handle the Wyatt problem before I even have to get to it. And if Alexa Bliss sticks her nose in my business again, I'll put a knee in it. Aspirations come with consequences when you're trying to make a name at my expense.
Young: Do you think -
Getting all riled up now, Punk cuts her off and looks directly into the camera to rant and rave some more.
Punk: No. You know what? Everyone loved Dusty Rhodes for being that blue collar, working class hero and now I've got more than half these fans hating on me for bringing that ethic into the modern age. I'm what hustle really looks like. I'm the truth behind that American Dream - that if you want more, you got beat everyone else to take it. A guy like Dolph Ziggler thinks he can waltz back into this company and have his share handed to him. No. A guy like El Generico thinks that if he just gets enough spins at the wheel he'll win his prize. No. A guy like Bray Wyatt thinks that spooky home movies and special effects are tantamount to my grind. No.
I'm not the strongest or the flashiest or the flippiest or the fastest, so how do you explain for my being the Best in the god damn World? It's simple. I want this more than all of you, and that's why I will beat everyone. From the Mad King all the way down to the court's Clown. On Revolution. On pay-per-view. For as long as I want or until you all just realize it, give up and hang my jersey in the rafters with the acknowledgement that I'm the greatest of all time. Every other stupid feud, fake title and ridiculous gimmick is dwarfed by one kid from Chicago's raw ambition to win more.
Renee, the only question you should be asking me is what that feels like, and the answer I'd have to give is that it wouldn't be worth explaining to a roster of bums who as far as I can tell, are just wasting their own time.
Rather than be cut off again, Renee holds the mic to Punk and waits from him to keep going. He takes a deep breath, collects his thoughts, and shrugs.
Punk: Eh... so it goes. Catch me on commentary later. We've got an exciting main event coming up, folks.
The Champ walks away with Samoa Joe in tow. Young signs off and Revolution continues elsewhere.
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!!!!!!!
FAAAAAAAAME!
The fans look towards the stage to see Dolph come out limping while holding the back of his head. There's a doctor with him asking him to go back to the back and rest but Ziggler shakes him off and continues walking down the ramp. He very gingerly goes up the steel steps and steps in between the ropes. The ref walks up and asks if he's sure he wants to compete. Rollins has got a big smile on his face from all of this and Ziggler nods for him to ring the bell. The ref reluctantly does so and the match gets under way!
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The bell rings and Rollins comes running out the gate with a jumping Knee into Ziggler's face! Dolph goes down and Rollins shoves his head between his legs. He lifts him up into a Powerbomb before running to the opposite corner to deliver the Buckle Bomb! Ziggler hits hard and falls to his knees where Rollins follows up with the Avada Cadavra!
Tom Phillips: Oh god, someone needs to stop this match.
Corey Graves: He didn't have to agree to it.
Mauro Ranallo: Dolph has a history of concussion problems and the earlier attack by Tomasso Ciampa may have only exacerbated those problems.
Rollins is all smiles as he circles around Ziggler who lays flat on his face. Seth starts yelling for him to get up and Ziggler slowly picks himself up off the mat. He's no his hands and knees and so Rollins leans back into the ropes and comes back, Curb Stomping his face right back into the mat! He turns him over and makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Seth Rollins!
Tom Phillips: Ziggler never had a chance.
Corey Graves: If only he'd learn to stay out of Tomasso Ciampa's way.
Ziggler is checked on by the ref as Seth walks away with his championship and show movers on.
The scene opens with Randy Orton backstage looking at the monitor as he look at the camera and he begin to speak.
Well, tonight is the night I showed how much Hornswoggle is a waste of everyone's time in this company. Whatever happens to him isn't my fault. He has brought all this upon himself. It's the consequences that he must face when he cross paths with a dangerous Viper like myself. In due time, the prophecy will be filled when I capture my throne and become the new King of UWF in my kingdom. And as much the whole roster is filled with talented wrestlers. But nothing is compared to yours truly.. I have a unique wrestling ability that is far superior than others. If anybody have seen what I have done to my opponents as late. They have seen the savage beating I have given to my victims. One by one, win or lose. They have all suffer the same fate. They have already know I have left a mark on them whether they like it or not. Just because I may look like a rookie to most people. It doesn't give them the fact to disrespect me like they have lately.
Things are about to change My darkness that I have have shown me the way. It fulfilled me the power and ability to conquer those who step in my way. Those who have step in my way have suffer so many consequences that they cannot hardly imagine. The point is I have already enjoy making my victims suffer painfully. Their pain and scream for help excites me. No matter how much I hear they scream me to stop. The more it makes me force to make it even worsen for them. Nobody is safe from all the damage or suffering that I bring to them. UWF may be the most popular wrestling company for both old and new. But to me, they are just pawns on a chess board and I am the king. I get to get rid of all those by bringing pain and making them suffer. So hear me now or just watch your back because I am everywhere. No matter who you are, be careful when you dare to cross me or else you will suffer so much pain that you have ever felt in your entire life. Tonight, Hornswoggle will be swept off like a pile of dust and the floor with be covered with crushed bones covering in blood. Then you will know he have been left beaten and broken while getting his blood taken away from his pale body. And once you see me having my hand raised up with blood covering my lips. You will know and remember that he has been defeated by the Devil himself...Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton giving a smirk.
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.
The sound of a lighter being lit up and a drag being taken echoes into the arena as we suddenly cut into a very 80s build up, sending us up and up with a bit more anticipation coming by the second. The riff cuts through and we know there’s only one thing that means, Kevin Nash is up in the house. The King of Cool walks through the curtain, walking to the top of the ramp then looks around the place to see what’s going on out here.
Nash starts walking down the ramp, on his way down to the ring for a dang fine contest tonight. He checks his tape, confers some words with front rowers here at the show tonight and walks on by, up to the steps.
Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in tonight at 328 lbs, the “King of Cool”, Kevin Nash!
Kevin Nash climbs through the ropes and then raises his arm up and soaks it all in. He slowly lowers his arm all the way back down and backs off into a corner, looking in and awaiting a bit of playtime, bubba.
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Nash takes off the Prime Time Medal and places it in the corner behind him but as he's doing so, Ciampa runs over and knees him in the lower back causing him to ram his shoulder right into the steel ring post! He's not done there though as he pulls him out only to throw him right back in! Ciampa then starts kicking the back of his leg, trying to tear a quad right out the gate! The ref has to pull him back to stop the attack and warns him of a disqualification. Tomasso backs up just long enough for the ref to check on Nash before going right back on the attack. He moves in but Nash throws a big right hand to the gut that stops him dead in his tracks. Ciampa turns away and walks over to the corner but Big Kev follows him over. He starts throwing some knees to Ciampa but Tomasso catches one of his knees and brings him down with a Dragonscrew!
Corey Graves: Ciampa has been targeting that well known leg injury. It's a smart move. Nash may want to give up before he tears another quad.
Tom Phillips: Did you know that's like a Mandela Effect? Everyone thinks he has this history of tearing quads but really-
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips!
Ciampa leans over Nash and starts beating his face in with a flurry of punches until the ref nearly counts to 5. Nash turns over and gets to his hands and knees but Ciampa runs over to deliver a knee right to the side of the head! Nash is all sorts of dazed and it doesn't help when Ciampa picks him right back up and throws his lower half out of the ring onto the apron. He pulls him in so that his feet are hanging off the middle rope before he drives his skull into the mat with the Widow's Bell! He makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW holder of the Prime Time Medal, Tomasso Ciampa!
The ref grabs the medal to hand it to Ciampa but Tomasso rips it out of his hands and places it around his neck. He kisses it and waves goodbye to the downed Nash as he heads back up the ramp. The ref checks on the former medal holder as the show moves on.
Suddenly the lights in the arena dim down and the titantron begins to glitch and light up, the picture becoming clearer and showing Alexa Bliss sitting on a swing singing to herself as she does so with a jack in the box sitting on the swing next to her.
Alexa Bliss: Aaa Very merry unbirthday to you, Aaaa very merry unbirthday to me, Aaaa Very Merry Unbirthday-
Bliss pauses noticing the camera as if it were every person watching just wandering unto the scene, she looks at the camera and waves happily.
Alexa Bliss: Ahhh a Very Merry Unbirthday to you all! Hahaha Last week I let some cats out of the bag on stuff you silly lil gooses were missing right in front of your very eyes, and it got me a-think-think-Thinkin. Isn't funny how some people, Most people, only see what they wanna see. How you can show something to them, right in front of their faces, in plane sight, and they will not notice it...Well...Isn't it? Funny that is, isn't it? I think it's hilarious actually, I mean they say seeing is believing but if I was in everyones view the entire time and no one saw me does that mean that they don't believe me...or believe In me? And if no one sees me, and no one believes in me, am I even real? I mean sure, we don't see air but we know it's there, but if we didn't would it still be Air.
Bliss pauses for a moment her head tilting to one side as if she's unraveling her mind with this line of thinking before she starts giggling and swinging on the swings with laughter.
Hee hee hehe That's why I say that the eyes can't be trusted, all the senses can be tricked and manipulated to make you think something else. But when you feel it inside, when you stop relying on what you can see and hear and touch and instead live life to the fullest and Funnest like we all do here in the funhouse...It is the most Magical thing I can think of, I can make you believe and make you Unbelieve things without even saying a word. Just look at lil ole me for example, haha, I mean I know I'm real, but for months none of you even knew I existed among the Firefly Funhouse Friends. You didn't believe in me because you didn't even see me, so shouldn't that in and of itself make you question other beliefs you have? What's Really Real? Are you truly as good as you think you are? Are there really no such things as monsters? Will you really get a cramp if you jump in the pool after eating? Well believe you me, I know what's the realest real for real, and while what you believe can change even after you've seen something with your very own eyeballs, you can truly believe in me and my friends. I'm beyond lying and scheming, I'm beyond grandeur and circumstance, all we care about is having a rip roaring time and making new friends along the way. I've already proven that you can't even trust your own dang self, cause you can't even see what has been in front of you the entire time. But if you can't trust your eyes, you can't trust the world, then who can you trust? I mean your friends, honestly...and I wanna be all of ya'lls friends, but I know how trusting another person can still bring pause...So what's left after that?
Bliss stops swinging staring into the camera with a serious face as her pupils seem to change in size and even color.
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Bliss is staring at the camera as if her eyes are seeing through the lens and into the eyes of everybody watching, when suddenly her stone cold face widens witha smile and she starts laughing again.
She continues to laugh to herself, swinging back and forth on the swings merrily as the camera begins to pan out once more, as it does you can see that the jack in a box next to her is suddenly sprung open with no explanation before the screen begins to glitch and you hear a roaring voice overhead.
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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 scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
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DING DING DING
Orton walks up like he's ready to tear Swoggle apart but the leprechaun puts both hands up and tells him to stop. Amused, Orton listens, wanting to see where this is going. Swoggle however just looks over to AJ and starts thrusting his hips at her. Orton comes over to boot his head off his shoulder but Swoggle ducks it. Swoggle runs up behind him and just straight but bites him in the ass! Randy yells out in pain and reaches back, pulling Swoggle off of him and tossing him halfway across the ring. Hornswoggle rolls all the way out of the ring and quickly runs underneath the ring. Orton rolls out as well and lifts up the ring skirt to find him. He doesn't see anything but there's a path so he crawls underneath the ring.
Tom Phillips: Uh oh, nothing good ever happens when people decide to follow Hornswoggle underneath the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: It's happened so much that I think we've installed cameras down there. Can we get the feed?
On command the cameras switch to underneath the ring. It's night vision and we see Orton crawling around, pushing things to the side but it's a mess down there full of trash and Maxim magazines with pages stuck together. Orton can't make heads or tails of where Swoggle's at but suddenly he comes darting in from the corner and yells out the iconic Freddy Kruger line, "Welcome to my world bitch!" before he starts stabbing Orton in the head with a fork! Orton covers up as best he can but it's like he's in a Chucky movie as Swoggle is laughing and stabbing away. Orton manages to get him off and rushes out from under the ring.
The live feed switches back to the regular cameras and Orton is bleeding but not as much as you'd think, Swoggle is still just a little guy after all. Randy climbs into the ring and just tells the ref to count Swoggle out. The ref does so but after a count of 4, Orton tells him to stop. He's got a better idea. He heads out to the apron and tells AJ to come over. H whispers in her ear and she nods. She lifts up the ring skirt and Orton keeps it held up. AJ calls out fro Swoggle and backs away, trying to look seductive. Hornswoggle ends up crawling out and when he does, Orton jumps down and stomps right on him!
Corey Graves: Nice! I was hoping he'd just get squashed like the bug he is!
Mauro Ranallo: Well there's still time and we know Randy Orton isn't the type to take it easy on his opponents.
Orton picks up Swoggle and carries him around like he's a battering ram. He ends up throwing him head first right into the barricade! Swoggle crumples to the floor and AJ Lee can be heard in the background shrieking with laughter. Orton picks up Swoggle the same way and this time walks over to the other side of the ring. He starts to run and looks to throw him into the crowd. The front row takes off running and Randy just laughs at them. He instead brings him up up all the way over his head and just throws him back first onto the steel steps! The former Television Champion lands with a gruesome thud and Randy can't help but just smile. He grabs Swoggle and tosses him back into the ring and makes the pin.
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3 . . .
But no! Randy picks Swoggle's head up off the mat to break the count. The crowd boos but Randy is just eating it up.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on, just end the match already.
Corey Graves: This is what Hornswoggle gets and until he gets it through his thick skull, he's going to keep finding out the hard way.
He lifts Swoggle up off the mat and seats him on the top rope. He hangs his little feet off of the top rope and grabs a hold of his head. He then jumps forward to deliver an RKO from the top rope! Swoggle lays flat, not moving an inch as Orton stands up and parades around like he's accomplished a huge task. He then turns Swoggle over with his boot and places it on his chest for the count.
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Randy Orton!
Randy is all smiles as he kicks Swoggle out of the ring. AJ comes in and celebrates with The Viper as the show moves on.
The titantron cuts to Tommaso Ciampa standing backstage, around his neck is his newly won Primetime Medal. Wardlow is standing guard and Ciampa begins to speak as he notices the camera.
Ciampa: Now isn’t this the picture we all wanted to see huh, me finally with some gold in my hands. You know when I went out there tonight i’m sure there was plenty of people who expected this to be an easy night for Nash, beat up the small guy and walk off into his limo to sit on his ass at home another week with this medal but clearly that didn’t happen.
Ciampa takes the medal off his neck and stares at it, as a man would his new born child
Ciampa: You know I think i’m going to call her “Goldie” because my God she is a beautiful hunk of Gold and now finally she has a good home, she’ll be round the neck of a man who has broke that said neck so many times over the years to get here and finally its happened, some recognition in this damn company and all I had to do was beat a guy who hasn’t been relevant since the 2000s.
Ciampa kisses his medal.
Ciampa: I expected Nash to put up a fight out there but I guess I overestimated him too much, how much of a threat he’d actually see me as because that’s where people underestimate me, they think the name “Psycho Killer” and “Sicilian Psychopath” are just fun nicknames I gave myself, well they’re not they are who I am and Nash learned that the hard way because you mess with Ciampa and you learn that the hard way.
Ciampa puts the medal round his neck again.
Ciampa: Another man who learned the hard way not to get in my way tonight was Dolph Ziggler, he was probably expecting to stroll in here and have a match with Rollins but not after the disrespect you showed me Dolph, I warned you what would happen if I saw you round here again but clearly you didn’t take me seriously so I did what I had to do, I had a problem and I got rid of it, for this evening at least.
Ciampa shakes his head.
Ciampa: I know guys like you Dolph, you act like you can do what you want and there won’t be any consequences, well there is and i’m the guy who delivers them and it seems to be working for me because tonight I scored the biggest win of my career since coming back to UWF and you, well you didn’t do much of winning tonight.
Ciampa looks at his medal one last time and smirks before looking back to the camera
Ciampa: Now if you'll excuse me, I think it's time I celebrate a well earned victory.
With that Ciampa clicks his fingers and walks off, Wardlow following him
P U N K
Strobe lights illuminate the entrance ramp while the big screen is punctuated with a new letter on ever down beat until it spells out the UWF Champion's name. CM Punk walks down the ramp, dressed in street clothes, title belt in hand. Samoa Joe follows closely behind, keeping a weather eye open for anyone trying to take a shot at the king. That constant vigilance on his six allows Punk to maintain a facetiously carefree air - one that doesn't sit well with the majority of the UWF Universe. They aren't exactly pleased to see the Second City Saint and is partner circle the ring to join the commentary team, but their boos do nothing to dissuade the duo.
Punk sits down in a free chair while Joe goes to other side. He hovers over Tom Phillips, who is too terrified to take the hint.
Graves: Don't be rude, Phillips. Offer the man your seat!
Ranallo: That might actually be a wise decision, Tom.
Phillips: But... I... okay...
Tom stands up and sheepishly hands the Samoan his headset. Joe sits down to join the team.
Joe: Hmmm. Now this feels good. It's been a minute since I've called a match. Thanks for having us, fellas.
Punk: Yeah, it's always a pleasure to get a chance to share the best seats in the house with you guys.
Graves: The pleasure is ours.
Ranallo: That's right. Nothing I love more than a four-man booth.
Tony Chimel heads up into the ring to get things going.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!
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.
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.
The Number One Contender for the UWF Championship storms down the ramp to a massive ovation from the fans.
Chimel: And his opponent, from Put An Entrance in Your Profile, New York... weighing in at 240 pounds... Eddie Kingston!
Kingston climbs into the squared circle just as Chimel leaves from the other side. The Official can see that Kingston is chomping at the bit, so he hastily calls for the bell before things get out of hand.
VS 
DING DING
Eddie marches across the ring with aggressive purpose, eyes boring a hole clear through the Mexican sensation. El Generico sees him coming and wants nothing to do with that nonsense. He steps back, retreating pace by pace. Before long, that pasty white back connects with the ropes, at which point he crouches down and leans through the middle and top cables wit his hands extended out defensively.
In his native Spanish, Generico implores the Referee to get Kingston to get back. The Official obliges, reminding Eddie that the sanctuary of the ropes is not to be taken lightly. With a dramatic eye roll, the Mad King asks if he's serious but backs up regardless. He beckons for Generico to meet him there for a lock-up.
El Generico shakes his head and untangles himself from the ropes. Circling the perimeter, he maintains a safe gap, never getting further than a foot or so away from the edge. Eddie keeps his gaze fixed on the yellow-bellied son of a gun, but stays near the middle of the ring, hoping to bait his foe in.
After twenty seconds or so, Generico feints shooting in. Eddie crouches, fists balled, ready to collide. The luchador laughs and wags his finger before leaning into the ropes again when Kingston comes over to teach him a lesson.
For the second time, the Official is forced to intervene before a single blow has even been landed. The third man warns Eddie to keep his cool, threatening a disqualification at the slightest hint of funny business. Generico sticks his tongue out at him while the Ref's back is turned and Eddie simply shakes his head.
Generico makes like he's finally going to engage, taking a step towards Eddie. He then turns right back around and grabs the top rope again, demanding the Referee move Kingston a few feet further back so he can better prepare. He says that all in Spanish, of course. That's the straw to break the camel's back. Eddie brushes past the Ref, walks up to Generico and blasts him across his masked cheek with a forearm shiver!
Punk: Ugh. Foul play. Can't say I'm shocked, though.
Joe: Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't go after him sooner.
Ranallo: If the Forever Champ's advice to his protege heading into this contest was to get Eddie Kingston even more riled up, I'd seriously question the game plan. The Mad King is someone you want to make any... well... madder...
Generico is nearly knocked off of his feet by the blow. Staggering a few steps to his left, he reaches out for the ropes but Kingston grabs hold of him before he can. Eddie then whips the luchador clear across the ring. After bouncing off of the far ropes, El Generico is greeted by a thunderous clothesline that swings in too fast to duck.
The Masked Superstar is turned inside out, flipping over and landing on his belly. Big impact means a big reaction from the crowd, but Eddie's just getting started now. He pulls Generico up by the scruff of the neck and lays a few heavy shots into his stomach. The Official warns him about closed fists strikes so the Mad King switches it up, letting an open-hand fly and carve up the chest of his opponent with a knife-edge chop. Palm meets torso with a harsh slap that rings out in the cheap seats.
Graves: Ooof! That was a nasty shot. Generico really doesn't want to get into a brawl with Eddie Kingston.
Punk: No doubt about that, Corey. He's a little awkward for a luchador, but his best chances at winning are to still to stick and move, put his speed and cardio to good use.
Joe: If he even gets the chance. Kingston finished off Rob Conway in a matter of seconds last week, who's to say he can't do the same to Generico?
In a desperate attempt to get back in the fight, Generico goes headhunting with a haymaker. Eddie sees it coming a mile away and ducks his head to miss it. He then snags himself a bearhug around his foe's torso and snaps his bodyweight back to execute a picture-perfect Saito Suplex!
Generico's head and shoulders slam into the canvas, while his knees and toes flop over as he spills out in an awkward heap. Eddie crawls over and shoots the half to put him away...
1...
2...
No! Generico gets a shoulder out just after two! Eddie shakes his head, a tad frustrated. The Official backs away while Kingston stands up to get back to work. Snatching a handful of mask, he yanks his opponent up to a vertical base.
The Pale Luchador looks to cut him off with a flurry of jabs to the midsection. Eddie feels it, no doubt about it. He coughs up a lungful of air but then cracks a crazed smile, like he likes the pain or something. Even that mask can't hide Generico's surprise by this.
Kingston goes to grab him again, surely looking for another nasty suplex. Generico counters with a desperation move - the ol' thumb to the eye! The fans boo and the Referee is beside himself. Sami Zayn's protege ignores the haters, heads for the ropes and comes back fast to drop Eddie with a shoulder tackle.
Eddie hits the ground and Generico takes a moment to catch his breath. He sees Punk sitting down at the commentary table, points at him, then checks a pantomimed watch before shouting "¡Es la hora de clobbering!"
Punk: Hmmm. That's cute.
Joe: Not quite sure about that Spanish...
Ranallo: Generico finally has an edge in this contest, he can't take his eye off the ball now!
The Saviour of the Orphans doesn't linger long before turning his attention back to Kingston. He scoops the Mad King off of the mat and brings him in close, one arm hooked around the body, the other going to the leg. Eddie tries to break loose but Generico hits the Exlploder Suplex before he can.
Kingston is driven into the ring with some serious animoisty. Generico scrambles and hooks a leg, hoping to score a quick win and legitimize his claim to title contention.
1...
2...
Kingston kicks out in time! Generico is livid with the Official, who insists that the count was fair. Cursing under his breath at the Third Man, El picks up his competitor once again and whips him into the nearest corner. He follows him over there and then peppers with another combination to the midsection. Again, Eddie starts coughing as the wind is driven from his lungs.
Graves: Smart play by Generico here - he's going right after Eddie's gas tank.
Punk: Say what you will about Sami Zayn, the guy's a helluva coach.
Joe: I'm sure he's smiling from ear to ear watching this backstage right now.
Generico drags Eddie away from the buckle, hooks his head and plants him down with a DDT right in the center of the ring. Rather than going for a cover, the luchador turns back to Punk. He clasps his hands together and holds them against the side of his head, tilting as he does.
Ranallo: I think he's calling for the Go To Sleep!
Punk: I can't help but feel like he's trying to get my attention or something.
Joe: You want me to go and show him how noticed he is?
Punk: Nah... nah it's okay. Let him do the thing. See if our boy Eddie can handle it.
With no shortage of effort, Generico lifts Kingston up off the mat. With shaking legs, he lifts the much heavier man on to his shoulders, in prime position to deliver Punk's signature move. With the fans booing, Generico pushes up and shoots Eddie off, aiming to hit his face with the knee.
Except oh snap! Eddie shoves him away to avoid contact! The Mad King lands on his feet and spins Generico around, draping an arm across his chest as he looks to hit a Uranage! Generico goes up by counters, shifting his weight to score an armdrag that sends Eddie tumbling back towards the corner.
Kingston uses the ropes to help himself up while Generico sprints across the ring. He comes charging right back looking for the Ole Kick! His boot nearly clips Eddie's chin - the Number One Contender drops just in time to avoid contact.
Generico almost goes clean over the ropes with all that momentum. He somehow manages to not to spill to the floor, catching the top cable to swing over and land on the apron. Eddie pops up and throws a left hook, which El Generico ducks. He then grabs Kingston by the headand pulls him face-first into the ropes as he drops from the apron to the floor, hanging him up and snapping him back with some serious elastic force. The Mad King is shot back across the canvas, all sorts of dazed, while Generico turns to Punk who is nearby at the commentary table. He shouts something over at him in Spanish that sounds pretty impolite.
Samoa Joe looks like he's ready to go and kill the guy but Punk shakes his head "no". Generico cackles like a gosh dang fiend, pointing and laughing before rolling back into the ring. He marches right over to Eddie, who's just finding his footing. The luchador reaches out to grab him but Eddie pulls away, wheels around and nails a Spinning Backfist!
Ranallo: That Backfist hit flush! Mama Mia!
Graves: Generico's in trouble - he might be out on his feet.
Punk: Well how about that?
Frothing at the mouth, Kingston snags Generico, wraps his arms around the back and sends him to the Shadow Realm with a heck of a Tiger Suplex. The luchador is smeared into the canvas. With the crowd chanting his name, Eddie props up his opponent then hits the ropes, building up enough speed to make it count. He goes low and finds a home for his elbow in the back of Generico's head, hitting a dag nasty Sliding D to put the guy away. He hooks a leg as a formality and the Ref counts it...
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3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
EDDIE KINGSTON
Kingston's music hits the PA and the fans pop big. He stands to have his hand raised by the Official. Unlike his opponent, Eddie has paid no mind to Punk, but now that the match has concluded, he sets his eyes on the Champ.
Graves: I think he's looking at you...
Punk: Seems to be. Why don't I go congratulate him?
Grabbing his UWF Championship belt, Punk leaves commentary behind to climb into the squared circle. He tells Joe to wait on the outside, wanting to keep things civil. The music fades, though the crowd keeps buzzing in anticipation of things going sideways.
Eddie stands back and watches as CM Punk steps through the ropes. He says something to the Champ, but its impossible to hear what it is over the roar or the crowd. Punk starts walking towards him, then catches Generico writhing out of the corner of his eye. Dropping his belt on the canvas, Punk scoops the Luchador up and drapes him over his shoulders, looking to show him how to hit the GTS properly.
Before he can execute the maneuver, though, the lights go out...
Ranallo: What the heck is going on? Where'd the lights go? I can't see anything!
Graves: This isn't good!
As abruptly as they left, they return. Everyone winces at the sudden flash, then explode into astonished cheers when they see Bray Wyatt standing in the ring!
The former Champ stands between the Current and the Contender, his expression impossible to navigate. The fans are screaming their little faces, thrilled to see the returning superstar sharing a ring with the man that took his title at Summerslam. Notably, there's a chunk of the UWF Universe who throw both the old timers under the bus and start up a loud "Eddie Kingston" chant. The cacophony of it all is staggering.
It's a proper Mexican Stand-off. Kingston is looking from one to the other, daring them to try something. Punk looks like he's seen a ghost. Wyatt considers Eddie for a moment then walks straight up to the Second City Saint. His gaze drops to fixat on the ground. Punk follows that stare to what he believes is the UWF Championship belt. Crouching down with some tepid caution, Punk lifts it up and holds it up in front of Wyatt, reminding him who it belongs to now. With a knowing smirk, Bray also bends down - to grab Generico.
Both Kingston and Punk are caught off guard by this, even moreso when the lights vanish for a second time. They come back on about five seconds later - and Wyatt and Generico are nowhere to be seen.
Graves: What the hell is happening? Did Wyatt just take Generico? Where did they go?
Ranallo: I wish I had an answerfor you Corey - but I honestly have no idea what we're seeing right now!
It's just Contender and Champion left in the ring now. Eddie goes to step to Punk, but has his legs pulled out from beneath him! The crowd boos as Samoa Joe yanks him to the outside, smashing his face off of the apron before slapping on a Coquina Clutch! The Submission Machine squeezes tight and flings Eddie around, disorienting while suffocating.
Ranallo: Ugh! This is terrible! Eddie Kingston just wrestled a match and now he's being blindsided by Samoa Joe! We need security out here now!
Graves: Maybe if Kingston had friends he'd have some back up. This is exactly how Joe introduced himself to Warhorse all those months ago - Eddie should have seen this coming.
Once the fight is choked out of Kingston, Joe rolls him back under the ropes. Punk ditches the title belt to pick him up. He hoists Eddie on to his shoulders then hits the Go To Sleep, leveling the Contender to punctuate the two-on-one mugging. The Champ collects his title belt again and hold it high over the downed Contender, earning a lot of hate from the UWF Universe for it. CM Punk shakes his head at them, then at the mat resting at his feet as Revolution comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Generico vs Kingston -Fauche
Cena vs Show, Ciampa vs Nash, Swoggle vs Orton, Ziggler vs Rollins, Omega vs Bryan - Danny
OOC: This week may have been the worst turnout in the 10 year history of this fed. Definitely since I've been owner but let's pick it up next week and for Slammiversary where I'll be getting a card up soon for.
Great job to everyone who wrote and especially to Danny who wrote the most. You still owed me that you know I wanted to chip in for that. 