Revolution 12/9/21

[Danny]

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



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

Corey Graves: We're getting closer and closer to Slammiversary and things are heating up, specifically between our beloved champion CM Punk, and that no good Eddie Kingston who I can't wait to see get put down a peg after his match with Ciampa tonight. [

Mauro Ranallo: It's sure to be a great match but we've got other matches on tap including The Big Show taking on Television Champion, Chad Gable

Tom Phillips Plus we have not one but two women's matches this week. Eve takes on Alexa Bliss and Randy Orton has given his match to AJ Lee and Bryan's mystery opponent is none other than his wife Brie Bella.

Corey Graves: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Mauro Ranallo: But first, let's talk about this years Slammiversary, because ladies and gentleman it is already̸̨̺̏̂̕ Sha-g up t- e an extraor-

The headset is cutting out as Mauro is being told through his headset that something is up, as he confusingly looks down at his wire and both Corey and Tom try and find the problem themselves, the lights in the arena suddenly go out leaving the arena in darkness. Humming is heard over the speakers of the arena and the titantron lights up showing Bliss sitting backstage somewhere instead of in the funhouse, picking at some flowers in her hand as she begins to speak.



Alexa Bliss: Ya know, you can learn a great deal from the flowers. Not many people realize they have so much to say, but I can hear them as loud as I hear all of you. But then again, what meaning I find in something can be a meaning lost of anothers. Afterall...Finding meaning, like losing meaning, involves pleasure as well as pain. But then losing meaning, like finding it, does too, as the best nonsense reminds us. Perhaps that's why so many ignore it and go about their days so wearily, But I am no longer a weary worrying wanderer...All this time people were worried about where they had to go, and how they could get there, but with my mind open to this whole new world Hee Hee, I've learned that if you don't really care where you're going...then you can get there using any path you want. If it doesn't matter where it is you want to go as long as you get somewhere, then you will Always get there whenever you're done. I mean I used to be, a lot more materialistic, a lot more straight laced and serious.

Bliss puts on a frown and straights up but then giggles to herself and kicks her legs up and down as she looks down at the flowers.

I Managed, meaning I had to worry about all the details about what was to come. I had to think several steps ahead for multiple lives, and even when I competed it was about what I could attain and what I could better myself with. But now, my life is all fun and games. Now instead of climbing mountaintops and trekking the pits of despair...I am ever drifting down a stream...lingering in the golden gleam...Life...what is it but a dream? When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the Middle of one! heeheehee, and tonight I get to make friends with someone. After floating in nothingness for so long, just waiting to be freed, after rebuilding the Funhouse and embarking in a new adventure...I finally get to embrace the new wonderland before me!

Bliss keeps messing with her flowers as she smiles wide and looks into the camera now.

Eve Torres is only the eve of this fun and wild ride, we have so so sooo much planned. Generico is soon privy to the whimsy we're planning, and once Sami comes to play too...The real game will begin. Around here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that, well I'm not running anymore. Because the reality you've all chosen abides by rules I do not follow, I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours. And now that I'm not going anywhere in particular, I'm at a level unimaginable to you. And that's the problem, you're lack of imagination. Why it's the only weapon in the war against Reality, and you're all fighting losing battles here. But once we've conquered reality, we can change it...make the world like we want to. Where everything that is, isn't and everything that isn't would be. Don't worry if you don't understand, as it will simply drive you mad. But then again, why not!? Being mad is a great fun, a wonderful escape from the treacherous bitings of reality. When life gets you down, when it should treat you bad...why get even, when you can get Mad?

Bliss stops and looks down ta your wrist.

Oop, I mustn't be late, we have so many important things to get to and so many important places to not go.

Alexa hops off the crate and holds her open hand with the petals of flowers in them, she suddenly blows into her hand making the flower petals fly out unto the screen, the colors washing over the image turning it black suddenly when overhead you can hear a monstrous voice.

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As the lights turn back to normal in the arena.






The scene opens with Randy Orton and AJ Lee in an empty room.

Randy Orton: Bryan Danielson, tonight is the night where your wife goes one on one with my beautiful senorita. Not only you will get a taste of what is going to happen when you get in the ring with me. I promise you that no matter how much you think you know me. I guarantee you that you and your precious Brie are in for a rude awakening tonight. Not only April will destroy your wife and tear her limb by limb. She will make a huge example out of her and show you when you should mess with the Viper or else you will face huge consequences.

You may say you outsmarted me this time, but tonight you will face out the hard cold truth that you are just like any ordinary man. You don’t stand a chance to be in the same ring as me and you will witness first hand what it is like getting your limbs torn apart. We both face each other at Slammiversary. Tonight is just a little taste of what you will get before our match. I can promise you one thing. Don’t underestimate a former UWF Diva Champion like AJ for being small or else you will dig yourself into a dip hole that you cannot get out of because she will prove you wrong. She will not only defeat Brie Bella. Tonight, she will give Brie Bella an early wake up call and make sure she regrets crossing paths with her tonight.

AJ Lee: Tonight, not only I have the chance to shut up Brie Bella. I have the chance to prove to her that she is just a reality tv star and not a real wrestling Diva. I will prove to Bryan that he should leave his wife home with the kids because she doesn’t belong in the same ring as the former UWF Diva Champion. Brie Bella, tonight you will face the wrath of my power and the consequences of you playing fire with fire. You will learn a huge lesson on respect and to learn where you have to stay in your own lane and stay out of other people’s businesses. Not only I am going to beat you to a bloody pulp. I will make sure to embarrass you in front of your husband and children live on television.

Randy Orton: Tonight, You both will witness what is going to happen at Slammiversary and I can promise you both that none of you will come out alive without a scratch. Bryan, you will watch your beloved wife get the beatdown of a lifetime by a real professional wrestling Diva Champion and watch AJ send her to hell tonight. By the end of the night, you both will remember the name of the Devil who will claim his throne along with his beautiful Queen…….Randy Orton and AJ Lee.

The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton and AJ Lee smiling devilishly.








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 him. Brie Bella comes out by his side ready for a fight. Together they walk down to the ring where Bella slides in and throws up her arms while Bryan watches on the outside.




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 with AJ Lee skipping by his side. She slides into the ring and Randy waits by the ring, staring at Bryan as the ref calls for the bell.


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DING DING DING


Right out the gate, both women runs towards the center of the ring and just start laying into each other. Both Bryan and Randy look a bit surprised on the outside but the crowd is loving it as the two women slug it out. Brie ends up starting to get the better of the two, backing AJ into the ropes but AJ suddenly grabs at her face and starts clawing at Bella's eyes! Brie let's out a sharp cry and she turns away. AJ smiles and tilts her head to the side before she goes low and takes Brie out from behind with a Chop Block! Brie grabs the back of her leg as AJ skips around her in a circle. Orton is loving it while Bryan looks worried for his wife.

Brie ends up sweeping her body around and kicks AJ's legs out from under her causing her to face plant on the mat. Bella can't really see all to well but knowing where AJ landed, she just reaches out and grabs her, mounting her and with both hands on her head, she starts ramming the back of her head into the mat over and over again! The ref makes his count but Brie seems more content with just cracking her skull open rather than winning the match so the ref has to physically pull her away. AJ retreats to the corner and Orton comes over to her to exchange a few words. Bryan hops on the barricade with some water and helps Brie clean her eyes.


Tom Phillips: This is certainly not how I expected this match to open up.

Corey Graves: Nothing like a good ol' catfight.

Mauro Ranallo: Both women are checking in with their significant others and it looks like he might be ready for round 2!


Bryan hops off the apron while Orton backs away as well. AJ and Brie stare at one another from across the ring and get ready to move in once more. This time it's a tie up with AJ pushing Brie into the ropes. The ref makes the count and AJ slowly backs off lifting her hands into the air but Brie ends up slapping the taste out of her mouth. Before AJ can react, Brie kicks her in the gut and tosses her through the ropes to the outside. Bryan backs away and Brie comes out onto the apron. AJ is getting to her feet when Brie comes off the apron with a Dropkick! AJ gets blasted and flies backwards to the floor. Brie picks her right back up and throws her back first into the barricade! If that wasn't enough she backs up a few paces before running right at AJ and giving her a Knee to the face against the barricade! AJ goes limp and so Brie picks her up and throws her back into the ring. She follows her in to make the cover.



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AJ kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Wow I thought Brie Bella had her right there!

Corey Graves: These women are going all out and I wouldn't mind seeing these two face off again in a no DQ match. Let them really go off the walls.

Mauro Ranallo: Relax Corey, I think AJ could be in a lot of trouble here.


Brie walks up to AJ as she's trying to get up. she gets up to her knees and Bella gives her a kick to the chest that nearly knocks her back. The crowd chants "Yes"as she continues to kick her over and over again but AJ ends up catching one of the kicks. She stand up while holding the leg and shakes her head at Brie before twisting with a Dragon Screw! Brie tries to get back to her feet right away but she gets taken down with an Arm Drag, followed by another! She gets back up but this time east a Spinning Wheel Kick that knocks her out! AJ exits out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Bryan tries to yell words of encouragement to his wife and Brie starts to stir. She ends up getting to her feet but she turns around to see AJ jump off the top rope and connect with a Missile Dropkick! She's shot across the ring but AJ pulls her away from the ropes to make the pin!



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Bella kicks out at 2! AJ pulls her back up and grabs her head with both hands. She's whispering something to her that no one can make out before she hits a Spinning Back Kick to the gut that hunches her over. AJ is all smiles as she climbs over to place her in the Black Widow!


Mauro Ranallo: This could be the end right here!

Tom Phillips: The ropes aren't too far away, she just need to get a little closer!


AJ is yelling all kinds of insults at Brie who is able to free her left hand out from under AJ's leg and she reaches for the ropes. She's just out of reach but she slowly starts to make her way over, moving inch by inch. AJ pulls back with all her might but ?Brie ends up falling forward and touches the bottom rope to break the hold! AJ gets to her feet and backs up lying in wait. Brie is using the ropes to try and get up when Orton pulls at the ropes causing her to fall. The ref gets on him for this but more importantly, Bryan Danielson comes running over and starts attacking him! The two are slugging it out by the ring and AJ charges at Brie. Bella ends up ducking and sending her up and over the ropes causing AJ to go flying onto Bryan and Orton! She starts to get up on the outside but Brie hits the ropes and comes back with a Suicide Dive! She picks AJ back up and starts swinging on her but AJ rams her back first into the side of the ring. They continue fighting on the outside and the ref who was counting them both out decides to just throw out the match!



DING DING DING


It's pandemonium on the outside but Orton goes low with a kick to the balls of Bryan Danielson. Danielson curls up and falls to his knees as Orton looks over to see Brie getting the better of AJ. He walks over and pulls her off before giving her an RKO! Bryan soaks up the pain and comes running over but Orton and AJ high tail it out of there. Danielson checks on his wife and looks on angrily at Orton who has a sick smile on his face as the show moves on.






Rob Conway: Long time no see, it's me -'The Conman' Rob Conway and I'm not here to wax lyrical and play games, I'm here with a message for one man and that man's name is Seth Rollins. See 'The Conman' walks around the back and he tells everyone and anyone how good he is, he tells the whole world to just look at him and each and every week here in the UWF, 'The Conman' has been prime time, number one and the most must see star on the roster. Now that's all fine and dandy and 'The Conman' always reminds people just how good he is, but several weeks back Seth Rollins and his crony Roman Reigns took it upon themselves to take 'The Conman' out. Now, I know, it may seem that 'The Conman' is invincible, stronger than steel but that blindsided assault, that mugging - it left 'The Conman' with a concussion and even worse than any physical injury, it hurt 'The Conman's pride. 

Conway lowers his sunglasses and reveals a black eye, he has a serious look to his face for once.

See Rollins, this wasn't personal before, it was just business, it was just Rob Conway targeting another championship belt but now?, you've made matters personal and if you're going to hurt my pride and take me away from doing what I do best?, well then I guess I've just got to do the same back. For all the grand standing and all the hot-dogging and everything in between that makes 'The Conman' who he is... it wouldn't mean nothing if he could back it up in the ring and if he couldn't take these two fists and fight. 'Conman' already beat you in the ring Rollins and you may count your little attack, your little backstabbing as a victory but believe you me, you may have won the battle but you just ignited a damn war. Slammiversary?, I'm coming not only for the Intercontinental Championship, I'm coming for revenge, I'm coming for pride and I'm coming to remind you and everybody else that not only is 'The Conman' the best looking, the best conditioned and the most well equipped athlete in the UWF today... but that he's also the damn future of this entire company. Your little mugging might have caused a little detour but the journey continues on Seth, and when it's all said and done, 'The Messiah' will be little more than another notch in the win column for 'The Conman'. But I'm not just taking your belt kid, I'm taking a piece of you and I'm taking your pride too because you came at 'The Conman' and you'll learn that you never come after 'The Conman' - and you'll learn that... the CON-WAY.

Conway has intensity in his eyes as he walks off camera.




Chad Gable
This what my competition has come down to? This is the best UWF has to offer to their greatest Television Champion... The Big Show? A man who had one good year almost 3 decades ago and has been coasting on it ever since? One Hundred and Nineteen days. One Hundred and Nineteen days I have been the backbone of UWF. The unsung hero. The Chosen Champion of the Ring. Yet week after week I am met with every single joke this company has to offer. And tonight is no different.

A normal man may look into that ring and see a Giant. An incomprehensible creature straight from fairy tales. But I'm no normal man. When I look into that ring I see a 7 foot irrelevant, broken man. So I'm gonna do Big Show a favor and I'm gonna finish the job. I'm going to completely break him and lay his body in the middle of my Ring and offer him to it. I will use Big Shows spirit to add more fuel to my unstoppable reign as the Greatest Television Champion of all time. 

But that Ring is always hungry. I am always hungry and the body of Big Show will not be enough to satisfy us. In just a few weeks we have our Pay Per View Special, Slammiversary. At this point in time I am without a match at that event. But that won't do. My Ring still requires an offering. My Ring still requires a sacrifice. So after I slay the mighty Giant tonight, I invite anyone to step up and give your body, your soul, your spirit to my Ring. It will be an Open Challenge for the Television Championship. Is there anyone who can stop the Reign of the Ring's Chosen Champion? 






Eve comes down to the ring looking confident as she walks down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, Eve Torres!

Eve slides into the ring and waves to the fans before she prepares for her big match.

The lights in the arena suddenly go out in the arena, and the titantron lights up with the image of a Jack in a Box.



As you hear the Jack in a Box tune play and the music start up, the lights start to return. Out from the behind the curtain emerges Alexa Bliss with a big smile on her face, putting her hands down below her chin.



Bliss starts to skip down to the ring, waving happily at the crowd with a joyous upbeat attitude. She happily slaps the hands of the people on the crowd and spins around with her arms outstretched, she puts a hand below her chin and waves her fingers with a wave before she leaps up on the ring apron and poses again.



Tony Chimel: Hailing from The Firefly Funhouse, Alexa Bliss.

Bliss stands up and spins her legs through the ropes before twisting her own body around and into the ring and immediately standing up on the bottom rope leaning forward and smiling at the crowd, she bounces off the bottom rope into the ring and puts her hands behind her back standing stoically in the corner and tilting her head to one side looking off into the distance.


VS


DING DING DING


Bliss gives Eve a wave from across the ring. Eve looks a little bit apprehensive but she walks up closer and sticks out her hand, still offering Bliss a chance to tag with her at Slammiversary despite that match never having a chance of happening. Bliss stares down at her hand and gives her a big cheery smile before shaking it. Eve seems relieved but the handshake appears to be going on for a little too long. She tries to pull away but Alexa doesn't let up. Eve yanks on her hand but still nothing. The smile from Alexa's face fades as she just stares at Eve but Eve knocks her block off with a forearm shot to the face!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Eve's smartened up and realized that this version of Bliss isn't the most sane.

Corey Graves: Anyone with eyes should have been able to see that but Eve is just like John Cena, they're both delusional.


Eve picks up Alexa and brings her to the corner where she smashes her face into the top turnbuckle. She turns her around and tells her to snap out of it while delivering a slap to the face. Alexa sharply turns her head back to face her and smiles. Eve slaps her once more but it's the same result. Eve lifts up her hand to backhand her but Alexa catches her wrist. She shakes her head no actually Headbutts her! Eve staggers backwards holding her head while Alexa comes forward and hits a Tilt-a-whirl Headscissors. Eve rolls back up to her feet but she's dizzy. Alexa comes forth and kicks her in the gut before setting up for the DDT. Eve however is able to reverse it into a Northenr Lights Suplex with a bridge!



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Bliss kicks out! Eve grabs her by the hair and brings her back up. She has her by the head and starts yelling at her that she wants to old Bliss back before planting her with a Reverse STO! Bliss lands face first but Eve turns her over right away. She stands back up and turns her back towards her. She then starts to shake her ass much to the delight of the crowd before flipping back for the Bootysault! She makes the pin again!



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Bliss kicks out at 2! Eve ends up dragging Alexa over towards the corner and positions her for the big finish. She climbs up to the top rope but as she's doing so, Alexa sits up and looks at her. Eve doesn't notice that but Alexa gets to her feet and starts attacker her back before grabbing her hair and pulls her down into a Tree of Woe. Alexa then starts choking her with her boot as she hangs upside down. The ref is quick to give her the count as Alexa laughs maniacally. She let's up before she's disqualified and Eve flops down to the mat.


Mauro Ranallo: I don't know what's worse. The fact that Bray Wyatt's back or that there's basically two of him now.

Tom Phillips: If I'm El Generico I'm immediately apologizing for anything I did to provoke these two.

Corey Graves: If you're El Generico you're probably strung upside down in the basement of the Funhouse.


Eve stays near the ropes to keep away from Alexa while Bliss just lays on her stomach with her head in her hands, her feet kicking like a child. Eve sees this and grows angry, She runs over boots Bliss in the face before kneeling next to her and just attacking with punches. Eve picks her back up and yells in her face but Bliss suddenly grabs her by the throat. Her eyes go wide as Bliss chokes her before planting her with the STO! She jumps up to deliver the Double Knees to the stomach, rolling forward back to a standing position before hitting the Moonsault Knees to Eve. Eve hunches up to grab at her ribs and Bliss just lies in wait. Eve struggles to get to her feet but she does and turns right into Bliss' waiting arms. Alexa bends her over her knee and gives her a kiss on the forehead before spiking her into the mat with the sister Abigail! She makes the cheerful pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Alexa Bliss!




Alexa Bliss stands up and is all smiles waving to the crowd when suddenly a figure appears from behind her.



Bliss turns around only to get struck right in the face by La Luchadora!


Corey Graves: La Luchadora is here to get revenge for Bray Wyatt taking Sam-er El Generico!


Bliss is covering up but Luchadora is swinging away. Alexa tries to turn on her stomach to prevent the onslaught and protect her head but Luchadora grabs one of her arms and sits over it to put her in a Fujiwara Armbar! She's wrenching back on Bliss' arm and Alexa is crying out in pain with nowhere to go. The lights however start flickering and Luchadora lets go and looks around waiting for you know who. The light's go completely out and when they come back on, La Luchadora is by the ropes with The Fiend standing in front of Bliss. She's holding her arm with tears in her eyes while Fiend stares at Luchadora. The infamous luchadora exits through the ropes and heads out through the crowd leaving the duo in the ring. The Fiend grabs Bliss and the two watch as Luchadora flees.



The lights go out once more. When they come back on, nobody is left in the ring...




The feed takes us backstage to Dolph Ziggler's dressing room where the two-time world champion is sitting and looking pensive.



DOLPH ZIGGLER
I'll be honest: this isn't the path I thought I'd take when I came back to the UWF. I've been here a few weeks and how many wins do I have to show for it? How many losses? The fact of the matter is, as a former UWF Champion and a man who knows he is better than this, I'm frustrated. I haven't won a match clean since I came back to the company.

Ziggler looks down at his hands, stares at them for a hard moment.

But almost everything great that has ever been built or accomplished came out of adversity, and so will my rise back to greatness. These losses I've suffered, to Punk and to Rollins, the old Bulletproof brigade, they're just the start of my fresh story here in the UWF. Wrongs to be avenged. And I'll get my pound of flesh when I'm good and ready, but first I have some other trash to take out. That trash goes by the name Ciampa.

His eyes stare right down the camera lens now as he speaks with absolute conviction.

Ciampa, you say you have a destiny and I say, prove it. I've been medically cleared to compete at Slammiversary and the way I see it, I can think of no better opponent to fight than you. So let's do it. Lace up those boots, come down to that ring and let's settle this business between us the way we ought to do, the way Professional wrestlers do, right there in the ring.




The scene opens with the trio of Rollins, Reigns and Heyman in the locker room backstage. Heyman is all smiles as he begins to address the two.

Paul Heyman: You won’t believe the news that has fallen through the grapevines and made it into my ears.

Seth Rollins: Ahh juicy rumors, I love them. Go ahead and spill that tea Paul.

Paul Heyman: You know that I will! Rumor has it that there is a challenger for YOUR championship!

Seth Rollins: Who is dumb enough to try and take this title from me? I mean after watching Eddie Kingston fail twice, the locker room should already know that they don’t stand a chance. Who is this foolish person, Paul? Spill it.

Paul Heyman: I’ll give you a hint, you’ve already laid him out to waste.



Seth Rollins: Dolph Ziggler?

Paul Heyman: That piece of trash doesn’t even deserve to sniff your jock strap. Guess one more time.

Seth Rollins: Already laid him out to waste…..

Roman Reigns cracks his knuckles before speaking up.

Roman Reigns: Don’t tell me it’s that punk Rob Conway

Paul Heyman: DING DING DING!! We have a winner! The man of the hour who wants a crack at that title, is Rob Conway!

Roman rolls him eyes while a large smirk comes across Seth Rollins face.

Seth Rollins: I see that jackass didn’t learn his lesson. Well, I guess it’s time that I send another bone chilling message to the locker room, and this time I’ll make sure the message sticks. You see, Slammiversary is coming up and I’m looking to make a statement. So if he wants a fight, he can get one then. He doesn’t deserve a shot at this belt, but I’m confident in whooping his ass because I’m the best champion on this show; I’ll gladly put my championship on the line against that weasel. Come get some Rob.



The scene fades out with Rollins smirking heavily and rubbing his Intercontinental championship and the scene fades to black.




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.





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.

Match 2

VS

Big Show vs Chad Gable

DING DING

Mauro Ranallo: I heard Chad Gable have issued an open challenge early on the show.

Todd Phillips: I wonder which of these competitors are brave enough to answer his challenge.

Corey Graves: I honestly know for one thing, They have to step up to the plate if they want to make it in this business!

Big Show ties up with Chad as they both test their strength against each other and then Big Show pushes Chad. Gable falls onto the mat as Big smiles and Chad nods his head. They begin to tie up again as Chad finally has him in a headlock and he tightens the hold. Then Big Show tries to push him off as Chad wouldn't budge and Chad gets him on his knees. Then he holds for a while until Big Show gets up as he breaks out of the hold and he picks up Gable. He hits a back body drop and Chad hits the floor as Big Show grabs his head. He starts squeezing his head as Chad is screaming and then Big Show lets him go. Then he steps on Chad's back with one foot and he walks over him as he hears Chad screaming in pain. Big Show smiles as he picks up Chad and he whips him to the turnbuckle. He walks over to the turnbuckle as he starts hitting Chad with huge hard chops and you hear the sounds of slap all over the arena. Then Big Show stops as Chad's chest is now covered with red from the hard chops and Big Show grabs his hand. He whipped him to the other turnbuckle as Chad's back hit the turnbuckle and Big Show started to run toward Chad. Big Show is about to hit a Corner splash as Chad moves out of the way and Big Show hits the turnbuckle. Chad grabs Big Show from behind and he hits a huge German Suplex as Big Show hits the ground.

Mauro Ranallo: Holy Moly! That was a huge German Suplex by Gable!

Todd Phillips: For heaven's sake, nobody wants to see Big Show in his giant underwear. Why can't he wear normal wrestling tights like everyone else?

Corey Graves: Oh Shut up Todd, what do you expect from Big Show. He wants to wear it because he wants to show his sumo wrestling skills.

Mauro Ranallo: Chad may be small, But he is full of surprises. Don't underestimate his amateur's wrestling abilities.

Chad walked over to Big Show as he grabbed his leg and he put him in the Ankle Lock. Big Show is screaming as Chad is tightening the hold and the referee asks Big Show if he gives up.

Mauro Ranallo: Wow, Gable has just placed Big Show in the Ankle Lock.

Todd Phillips: Big Show is big trouble right now.

Corey Graves: He has to find a way out of the submission hold or else he will lose the match!

Big Show shakes his head no. He tries to reach the ropes as Chad stops him and Big Show is still screaming. The Big Show reaches his hand out and he tries to grab the ropes. He tries to shove his body closer and Chad tightens the hold. Then Big show managed to grab the ropes and Chad had no choice but to let go before the Referee disqualified him. But the damage is done as Big Show is hurt and Chad is smiling at his work. Chad walks over to Big Show and he starts stomping on his leg as Big Show screams in agony. Then he picks up Big Show as he turns him around and grabs him from behind. He hits him with a German Suplex Pin and the referee begins the count.

1.....

2.....

and a kick out.

Mauro Ranallo: Wow, that was a close one.

Todd Phillips: You are telling me. Chad almost got a win.

Mauro Ranallo: The damage is done.

Todd Phillips: The question is, Will Big Show make it out alive out of this match?

Corey Graves: It seems to me that Gable might get the win after injuring Big Show's ankle!

Gable grabs his head as he can't believe it and he gets angry. He grabs Big Show by the head and he whips him to the turnbuckle. He starts kicking him in the chest and he stops. He climbs up on the turnbuckle and he starts punching Show in the face. He hits him several times until Big Show blocks it and he grabs his face with his huge hand. Big Show gets off the turnbuckle and he headbutts Chad Gable. Big Show places Chad into the turnbuckle and he hits him with a running Corner Splash as Chad gets dizzy. He falls back onto the turnbuckle laying there and Big Show turns around. He has a huge smile on his face as he walks over to Chad and he hits the Lights Out. Chad falls onto the floor after getting humiliated by Big Show as Big Show picks him up and he whips him to the ropes.

Gable bounces off the ropes as Big Show is about to hit a back body drop on him and Chad jumps over him. Chad hits him in the knee as Big Show bends down to one knee and Chad sees the opportunity. He starts stomping on Show's leg until he grabs Big Show and he tries to DDT him. But Big Show reversed it and back body dropped him. Big Show turns around as Chad is holding his back and Big Show is waiting for Chad to get up. Chad gets up and he turns to face Big Show. Big Show grabs him by the throat as Chad starts kicking him in the chest and it is not used. Big Show wouldn't let go as he gives Chad a huge chokeslam and Chad is laid out on the floor. Big Show raises both of his arms into the air as he gives a signal for the end. He picks up Chad and he is about to hit a Sumo Drop as he sees John Cena on the ropes. He drops Chad as he walks over to Cena and Cena has a brass knuckle in his hand. Chad gets up as John tries to hit Big Show as Big Show ducks. Then Chad Gables comes from behind trying to attack Big Show. Chad misses Big Show as he instead gets hit by Cena's brass knuckles and he is knocked out. Then Big Show knocks Cena off the ropes with the knockout punch and he falls outside the ring as Big Show turns around. Big Show picks up the unconscious Chad Gable and he hits the Sumo Drop. Show pin Gable and hook the leg while the referee begins the count.

1........

2.........

3........

Tony Chimel: And Your winner.........The Big Show.


Mauro Ranallo: Oh my god, Cena have just cost Gable the match,

Todd Phillips: You know Gable is going to get his revenge on Cena for costing him the match against the Big Show.

Corey Graves: It looks like Cena's revenge against Big Show has backfired on him.

Big Show looks at the fallen John Cena outside the ring and he is laughing at him before he walks to the back with a huge smile on his face. The scene ends with medical staff attending to both Chad and John Cena.




We head backstage where Cathy Kelly is standing by.



Cathy Kelly: Ok so I'm here backstage with La Luchadora and she has something she wants to say.



La Luchadora: I don't know English that well but I asked a man to teach me this entire speech in one day so here goes nothin'. Last week, El Generico was taken by that rat bastard Bray Wyatt and Alexa, I know you know where they're at. Sami is off lookin' for them but I'm takin' matter into my own hands. If you two want to play games, than two can play that game. An additional two. El Duo Dinamico! We may still be new proteges to Sami but we're still top level athletes. so at Slammiversary, we're officially challengin' you two to a match. You have to give Generico back though. No more games. If he's not back by next week and you don't accept my challenge, I'll do a lot more than break that silly lil' girl's arm, you can count on that.

Cathy Kelly: Is that really all the English you know?

La Luchadora: Que?

Cathy Kelly: Back to you guys.




The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. The UWF Champion, CM Punk, is show standing alone in some anonymous room. He's wearing his street clothes, the title is nowhere to be seen. No Samoa Joe, no Renee Young - simply a man staring down the barrel of the camera as he addresses the UWF Universe.



Punk: Hey everyone - your friendly, neighborhood Punk here. Hope you're having a good time, enjoying the show, eating lots of popcorn and all that stuff. We can get back to the show in a second here, I just think there's something we need to address first. An elephant in the room, if ya know what I mean?

His expression remains sterile and placid as he gets into it.

Punk: There's... I mean, something's up, right? You feel it too? It's like the spirit of this place is breaking. I don't see hunger. I don't see drive. I don't see competition any more. We've got a couple of young guys backstage who are happy just to have made it to the big league, a few old guys content to cash paycheques heading into the holidays, and whether it's a lack of confidence or crippling sense of apathy, you've got a locker room full of men moving in slow motion while I run laps around them. There's a standard, a pace... nobody's matching it. And shit, I don't begrudge anyone that can't, just the ones that aren't trying.

The fans watching from their seats boo that trash talk, but the feed carries on. If Punk can hear them, he isn't stopping to listen.

Punk: A while back, I promised you people a Renaissance. I told you that the Revolution was over - the war for the future of the UWF had been won and the time was ripe for establishing a new kind of culture and artistic expression. I wanted to give you greatness. And shit, I've tried my best. Fourteen wins straight. A flawless G1 Climax. An ongoing world championship reign. What more could I offer?

Thing is, when it comes to combat sports, you can't do it on your own. When it comes down to it, I need someone else standing on the opposite side of that ring to "make the magic happen", as they say. I don't care if they aren't interested in putting on a classic. I don't care if all they want is my belt, or to shut me up and put me in the hospital - it doesn't matter so long as they want anything as bad as I do. That's the alchemy of making history. The striving. The greed. The all-or-nothing.

He gestures off to one side, pointing into the abstract, indicating towards a phantom threat.

Punk: I warned you all that Bray Wyatt was coming back. I told the boys that he was gonna cut in line and come for my gold and that the only way to avoid getting stepped over was to beat him to the punch. Who needs a crystal ball to predict the obvious? Low and behold, Bray crawls out of the hole I left him in and not a one of you got in his way. The only thing more disappointing than that... was when he decided he didn't want a piece of me either.

There isn't... I can't think of the right word to sum up how much it pisses me off when my peers don't put "beating CM Punk" at the front of the priority list. I'm the top of the food chain. I have everything a UWF wrestler should want. Far as I can tell, the only person here with the balls to come gunning for me is Eddie Kingston. And all due respect to the guy, he's as mean and as tough as mean and tough gets, but I'm gonna cut him down fast and it isn't gonna be that hard. He has nothing to lose because he's never earned anything worth keeping. That doesn't make him dangerous - it's a testament to the mile-wide holes in his game I'm about to make a clinic out of exploiting.

So then what? I wait around for one of them to win the Rumble and shut down whatever meek contender that thing spits out in the sorriest main event the Grandest Stage of 'em All has ever seen? No. For the love of God, let's see someone up the ante here. Where's the up-and-comer with the guts that Warhorse had? Where's the legend who's as insanely desperate to cling on to their glory as AJ Styles was? Give me something. Show me that you can do better than this bum Eddie Kingston. I'm trying to cement my legacy as the Best in the World and that doesn't mean shit right now. So I'm gonna cut this same promo every week and keep on winning any match I'm booked in until I'm the last man standing in the wasteland that was the UWF or until one of you steps up your game and puts me down. I can do this forever. Forget breaking the 304 day threshold - I can be the UWF Champion forever. Show me the person who wants it that bad, even for just one night. Give me that guy and I'll give you that promised Renaissance. Everyone blasts me for taking my ball and going home in 2016 - well now I'm holding the ball out and offering it up. Come and get it. Please... come and fight me.

He stares into the camera for a while before turning his head aside.

Punk: Okay. Back to the show.

The Champ stands up and leaves while the titantron fades to black. Revolution continues elsewhere.




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!



The Number One Contender for the UWF Championship storms down the ramp to a massive ovation from the fans.

Chimel: Introducing first, from Put An Entrance in Your Profile, New York... weighing in at 240 pounds... Eddie Kingston!

Kingston climbs into the squared circle



As Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Wardlow. The crowd boos the pair loudly, Ciampa just smirks and reaches round his neck, pulling off the Prime Time Medal, he holds it aloft, holding it by the medal part.

Chimel: And his opponent... making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Wardlow from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the current holder of the UWF Prime Time Medal, The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.

Keeping the medal in his hand, Ciampa quickly moves his hand down and a black and gold pyro bursts out of the stage as the pair makes their way to the ring. Wardlow making sure his boss doesn’t get harassed by any of the fans. As the pair reach the ring Wardlow sits on the ropes and lets Ciampa in. Ciampa climbs a turnbuckle and holds the medal aloft, allowing a single spotlight to hit it and let it shine.

Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and takes off his jacket and puts the medal on top of it. He hands both to Wardlow who stands at the side of the ring. Ciampa then gets in his corner.

Tony heads out of the ring and the Referee calls for the bell!

VS

DING DING


Kingston and Ciampa walk straight into the center of the ring, neither man about to back down or take things slow. There's no shortage of jaw-jacking, either. The trash-talk is flying hot and heavy in both directions, and thank goodness the camera mics can't pick it up over the excited din of the sold-out crowd, cause brother, they ain't speakin' PG.

Colliding head-on, they fellas kick thing off with a vicious slugest. No collar-and-elbows in tonight's main event. No sir. Kingston's a master of the elbow strike. He's throwing the shivers he learned from watching Misawa tapes in his bedroom as a kid. Ciampa's taking those heavy blows and getting his own in, too. Tommaso is giving up some size, but the dude doesn't have an ounce of fat on his body, so those elbows are pointed. Jagged. Sharp. They clip Eddie's head like rock chips getting kicked up by a semi right into your windshield on the freeway.


Ranallo: We're off to the races! This isn't the first time these two suerstars have faced each other - no feeling out proccess necessary!

Phillips: Kingston addressed that fact in the lead-up to this bout. He made it clear that he isn't taking the Psycho Killer lightly while also letting him know that he's confident he'll win. Corey, what's it going to take for Tommaso to get the win this time out?

Graves: Well Eddie also called Ciampa a "tag team guy" and suggested he didn't have what it takes to make it to the top on his own. I wouldn't exactly agree with that analysis - that said, ever since Ciampa got Wardlow in his corner, he's been cutting through all of his competition. He managed to beat Kevin Nash last week for the Prime Time Medal. At this point, I'd go far as to call him the favourite here.


Deadly as Ciampa's elbows are, it's Kingstons that start to take a visible toll first. After landing three consecutive, unanswered blows, the Mad King has his opponent looking wobbly. Ciampa mixes things up to keep himself in the fight, catching a wrist on the the way in and using that to whip Eddie towards the ropes.

Kingston plants his feet and uses the weight shift to counter. Tommaso takes a run into the ropes. He rebounds back and avoids a clothesline, following through and bouncing off of the far ropes. Eddie catches him on the way back with an arm drag that flips the Sicilian over so that he lands seated on the canvas.

Immediately popping back up to his feet, Kingston hits the ropes and comes in fast looking for a Sliding D!


Phillips: Kingston going for the Sliding D bright and early!

Ranallo: He doesn't get paid by the hour, Tom!


Tommaso rolls out of the way just in time to avoid taking the lethal signature shot to his dome. Kingston skirts right past while Ciampa tucks and rolls to the outside, landing on the floor. Wardlow comes over to check on him, dusting off his boss' shoulders and shooting a dangerous glance up at Kingston.

Eddie laughs and dares the big man to step through the ropes and try him. That hard-boiled New York attitude doesn't recognize the size difference. Wardlow looks like he'd be glad to oblige, but the Official starts threatening a disqualification and Ciampa gets his goon to chill out.


Graves: Eddie's lucky that Ciampa is such a good sportman. With one word he could have Wardlow in there ripping the Mad King to shreds.

Ranallo: I'd be interested to see how that might actually play out, but I'm also thankful we've been saved from an imminent No Contest ruling. Just a reminder to the UWF Universe - this match is not for the Prime Time Medal. A win for Kingston will not earn him the gold as he, of course, already has a title match booked for Slammiversary against CM Punk.

Phillips: I'm sure Kingston wouldn't mind getting another crack at Rollins some day, though.


The Official has Eddie back away so that Ciampa can safely re-enter the squared circle. Kingston heads towards one of the turnbuckles, giving his opponent plenty of room. Wardlow keeps his eyes set on the Mad King as the action picks up again.

Once more, the competitors run at each other. Twin shoulder blocks cancel out. Eddie follows up by swinging a wild short-range lariat at Tommaso's head. The God of War ducks, grabs his foe, puts a knee in his stomach and then drops him with a DDT!

Kingston's forehead bounces off of the mat and Ciampa rolls him over for the pin attempt...



1...



Kingston kicks out defiantly at one! Ciampa sits up, nostrils flaring, a bit pissed about it. He slugs the Number One Contender in the jaw for good measure then picks him up. With Eddie vertical again, Tommaso shoots a second knee into his midsection, knocking the wind out of him.

The Prime Time Medalist then hits the ropes, getting some momentum going before coming back to plater the New Yorker with a running knee strike to the head! Shin hits skull flush and the impact sends him spinning.


Graves: Oof! A stiff knee strike by Ciampa! He's got Kingston reeling!

Ranallo: He's focusing in on Eddie's head and neck, it would seem.


Before Eddie can get too far, Ciampa snatches him, wheels him around and reaches up to grab around his head. Tommaso then drops down to deliver a picture-perfect neckbreaker! Eddie crashes into the mat and the fans boo the Sicilian. He snarls at them as he rolls his opponent over and shoots the half...



1...



2...



No! Eddie kicks out again! Ciampa holds up two fingers in the Ref's face, but he shakes his head. From the apron, Wardlow warns the Official about doing his job. Tommaso just gets right back to work, scraping Eddie up again and positioning him to set up for the Air Raid Crash.

It takes some doing, but the Psycho Killer finds a way to hoist his alrger opponent up over his shoulder on an angle to execute that titled piledriver. Before he can drop down, though, Eddie slips out, sliding behind him while hooing the legs to transition to a sunset flip! He pulls Ciampa down and rolls his shoulders into the mat for a cover outta nowhere!



1...



2...



Ciampa kicks out in time! Both men scramble to their feet while the hype in the building escalates with the pace of the match.

Tommaso charges the Mad King. Eddie steps aside and watches him blow past, even shoving the back of his shoulders so that Ciampa runs chest-first into the turnbuckle. The Prime Time Medalist groans in pain when the contact with the corner rattles his ribs. There's no time for him to recover before Eddie grabs his waist and flings him halfway across the squared circle with a German Suplex!

Ciampa tumbles head-over-heels, rolling across the canvas before landing dazed in a seated position. Kingston calls for the Sliding D again, earning a big pop from the people.


Phillips: This is it! Kingston's out to switch off the lights!

Ranallo: A decisivie win over a red-hot Ciampa is going to be a huge statement ahead of his upcoming world title match!


Kingston runs across the ring and hits the ropes. He gets tripped up by Wardlow as soon as his back stretches the cables, though, and he ends up falling flat on to his stomach. The fans boo the big man like there's no tomorrow while Eddie rolls out of the ring to deal with it. Wardlow backs away, acting like there was just a misunderstanding.

The Official slides out of the ring and gets between the two killers, demanding that Eddie return to the ring before turning and kicking Wardlow out of the arena!


Graves: What! He can't do that! Wardlow is Ciampa's cornerman! His manager! His bodyguard! This is a travesty of justice!

Phillips: While then he shouldn't have gotten inovlved. Eddie was just about to finish off Ciampa until Wardlow tripped him.


Wardlow protests but The Official just keeps pointing at the ramp and screaming at him to head that way. He follows him towards the base of said ramp to make sure he's gone for good.

Kingston watches, torn between going after Wardlow and settling that score or winning the match at hand. While he's deciding, he leaves his back turned to the railing and doesn't even notice a hooded figure hopping the railing.

The Mad King hears the fans shocked boos and turns around just in time to get blindsided by a shot to the face with the UWF Championship! The mystery attacker's hood flies off to reveal CM Punk, of course.


Ranallo: It's Punk! CM Punk just attacked Eddie Kingston with the UWF Championship belt!

Phillips: What the hell?!?

Graves: Eddie's as tough as they come but he's always focused on what's in front of him instead of who's coming up from behind.


Punk drops the belt, throws Eddie under the ropes and drops to hide under the ring. The Referee is finally done handling Wardlow and goes to get back in the ring. All he sees is a recovering Ciampa picking a barely-conscious Kingston up off the mat, hooking his arms behind his back and then nailing the Fair Tale Ending!

With the fans jeering their faces off, Ciampa rolls the Mad King over and makes the cover...



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2...



3...



DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
TOMMASO CIAMPA!


Ciampa sits up and tells the Referee to go and get his Medal. The slightly confused Official obliges, collecting the Prime Time Medal to hand to the Psycho Killer while he raises his hand in victory. The fans are livid with the outcome, but their caucophonous complaints sound like white noise to the clueless third man.


Ranallo: I can't believe it! Eddie Kingston got screwed twice in a matter of seconds and it cost him the match!

Graves: As far as I'm concerned, he has no one to blame but himself. Besides, we can't take anything away from Tommaso Ciampa here. The Psycho Killer is one of the most dominent wrestlers on the roster today and somehow he just keeps getting better.


Without another look back at Kingston, Ciampa climbs through the ropes and joins the waiting Wardlow on the ramp to head to the back, a twisted grin spread across his face. They pass Samoa Joe, who's just coming out headed in the other direction. Both parties ignore each other, minding their own business.

The Samoan Submission Machine marches towards the squared circle while Punk slithers back out into the open. They both go into the ring, with Punk walking over to sit atop a turnbuckle and watch while Joe picks Kingston up off of the mat.


Ranallo: Earlier tonight, Punk said he didn't take Kingston seriously as a contender. If that's true, then why does he feel it necessary to attack him like this week after week?

Phillips: He's clearly terrified! He keeps bragging about this winning streak he's on - well he might not have lost a match in six months, but let's not forget there was one no-contest along the way, too, and that was the Mad King. Eddie Kingston is the one guy Punk hasn't been able to beat so far!

Graves: Punk is just teaching Eddie Kingston the same lesson he had to learn when he came back to the UWF a year ago - if you want to be at the top, you can't play fair.


Samoa Joe pulls Kingston in to slap on a Coquina Clutch just like last week. Before he can wrap his arms around the Mad King's throat, however, Eddie whips around and decks him a Spinning Backfist!

The crowd explodes as Joe stumbles away, absolutely rocked. Punk is about to run in but Eddie turns and cocks a fist. The UWF Champion stops in his tracks, retreats and tumbles through the ropes to the floor, backing away before Kingston can get a piece of him.

Kingston shoots him the most disappointed, disrespectful kinda glare imaginable. Punk's gone white as a ghost. Eddie flips him off then grabs Joe and lifts the enforcer up on to his shoulder, eyes never leaving Punk. The Champ can only watch as Eddie drives the Samoan head-first into the mat with a move made famous by his hero Misawa.


Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Kingston with the Emerald Flowsion on Joe!

Graves: Not for nothing, but that's a move Joe has used throughout his career as well.

Phillips: I'd bet that the Mad King is perfectly aware of that fact.

Ranallo: Indeed. Eddie Kingston has just drawn a line in the sand. He's putting Punk on notice. Play time is over. The Mad King is coming for the UWF Championship at Slammiversary!


Kingston stands up over the defeated Samoan and points at Punk, daring him to step into the ring and fight him. Punk simply shakes his head "no" and walks away up the entrance ramp, leaving them both behind. As he's going, Eddie's music hits the PA, forcing the Second City Saint to leave the building to music that isn't his for the first time in a long time.

The fans chant Kingston's name while he climbs on of the turnbuckles, posing and getting all riled up while continuing to call out the Champ. Revolution comes to a close with the Number One Contender standing tall in the ring.




END OF SHOW


Confirmed for Slammiversary

El Dúo Dinámico vs Bray Wyatt & Alexa Bliss

Tomasso Ciampa vs Dolph Ziggler

Bryan Danielson vs Randy Orton

Intercontinental Championship
Seth Rollins (c) vs Rob Conway

Television Championship
Chad Gable Open Invitational




Credits

Show vs Gable - Evolution J
Kingston vs Ciampa - Fauche
AJ vs Brie, Eve vs Alexa - Danny