Post by Danny on Jan 14, 2022 16:24:19 GMT -6
The camera pans around the arena to show the packed out crowd. The feed flips to the center of the ring where the Owner of UWF, EC3 is standing in the ring with a mic in hand.
EC3: Welcome to Revolution! I hope you all enjoyed our tenth anniversary show Slammiversary! As you all saw, we crowned ourselves new champions while others retained. It should have been a historic event for all involved but it'll forever be overshadowed by a certain incident that took place just after the main event.
Punk looks shocked. He doesn't really know how to process what just happened. He yells at Joe on the outside who has come to. Joe walks over to the time keeper's area and grabs the UWF Championship and hands it to Punk. The ref warns Punk about a DQ but that's exactly what he wants. He yells for Kingston to get back up but the ref rips the title from his hands. Punk yells at him while Kingston is getting up. The ref places the title in the corner and when Punk turns back to face Kingston, Eddie ends up scooping him up into a Side Slam Backbreaker! Punk arches his back in pain as all the punishment it endured comes rushing back. Eddie pulls him back up to a vertical base but Samoa Joe gets on the apron once more! The Mad King is having none of this as he runs over and boots him in the face knocking him down! His foot gets a bit caught up on the top rope and Punk ends up catching him with a schoolboy pin! The ref drops down to make the count and Punk grabs a handful of tights!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL the UWF Champion, CM Punk!
Eddie kicks out just a little too late and Punk rolls out of the ring and grabs his championship. Eddie tries to tell the ref what just happened as Punk and Joe collect themselves on the outside.
Corey Graves: Haha I knew it! I told you Kingston wouldn't win!
Mauro Ranallo: How can you be satisfied Corey? After a great back and forth match, this is how it ends?
Corey Graves: This company started with CM Punk as the champion and 10 years later he's still the champ. Talk about a tremendous anniversary.
Punk and Joe quickly head up the ramp and Eddie rolls out of the ring and runs right after them. The camera cuts to the backstage where Joe and Punk are running away, title in hand. Kingston is right behind them and he catches up to Joe, striking him from behind. Punk turns back and goes to attack Eddie with the belt but Eddie ducks it nails him with a Spinning Back Fist! Eddie starts stomping down on Punk but Joe comes out of nowhere and nails him with a steel pipe to the back! The Mad King goes down and holds his back while Joe helps Punk back to his feet. He grabs the UWF Championship off the ground and the two continue to the parking lot.
Corey Graves: Where's all the security? We should've known Eddie Kingston would stoop this low after he lost.
The two see a car waiting up ahead for them and walk towards it, Punk hanging onto Joe and holding onto his back from the match. Before they can reach it however another car comes barreling down towards them. Joe quickly shoves Punk out of the way just as the car comes!
Joe gets sent into the windshield and over the hood of the car, landing on the concrete while the car speeds away!
Mauro Ranallo: GOOD GOD SOMEONE GET SOME HELP BACK THERE!
Tom Phillips: Who was that!? The windshield was tinted. Who tints a windshield?
Corey Graves: Someone who doesn't want to be caught. Someone who's dirty. Someone like Eddie Kingston!
Tom Phillips: We just saw Eddie back there, it couldn't be him!
Corey Graves: Probably a low life friend of his! A contingency plan because he knew he couldn't beat Punk!
Multiple security officers come around as well as officials and EC3. Siren can be heard in the background as Ethan helps Punk to his feet. He's on his phone yelling at the police while Punk looks over to Joe and realizes what just happened. Punk goes over to him and tries to help but officials are keeping him away while the medical team is checking on him.
EC3: UWF has been known to take things over the line a few times in the past. Everyone signs a liability clause for things that happen during a match and usually I'm able to get the authorities to lay off other attempted murders like when Vinny Marseglia tried to decapitate Larry Sweeney. This one however happened outside of the ring. The match had already been called and Punk was just trying to get away when someone, we don't know who yet, but someone tried to run him down. Luckily Samoa Joe was there to push him out of the way but unfortunately the former UWF Champion has been hospitalized. He suffered serious head trauma and as of right now is in a coma. UWF will of course be paying all the medical bills. He's been placed in a special facility next to another former World Champion with the hopes that they wake up some time soon. In the meantime we will be having a thorough investigation on just who tried to end the career of CM Punk.
Which brings me to my next announcement. At the Royal Rumble-
P U N K
"Digging For Windows" hits the PA while the big screen lights up with the champions name, bold letters flashing in time with the tempo over highlights of the UWF Champ's successes. CM Punk storms out on to the ramp, microphone already in hand. He gestures with his hand across his throat before immediately calling for an end to all that pomp and circumstance.
Punk: No, no, no... cut the god damn music. I don't need it. Shut if down.
His entrance song abruptly fades out mid-sentence. The buzzing of the fans fills the silence while the Second City Saint marches down to the ring, a piss-and-vinegar glare fixed on the on the boss standing up in the squared circle already. Punk doesn't say another word until he steps through the ropes. He drops his title belt at his feet, disregarding the symbolic prop as he uncorks a tantrum on EC3.
Punk: I played ball, Ethan. I stooped to your level. A year ago, I offered you a better way to do wrestling, and when you laughed in my face, I swallowed my pride and fell in line with your carny sideshow status quo. I showed you - hell, I showed the whole damn planet that I'm just as good at your "sports entertainment" as I am at professional wrestling. You wanna run this place like the wild west? No consequences as long as it pops a rating? No problem. You take away integrity, I'll still get my hand raised no matter how dirty it gets.
He points back towards the titantron where the clip of Joe getting hit by the car just aired.
Punk: But that? What the hell is that supposed to be? You come out here and promise the bare minimum to cover your ass on the legal side right before going on to business as usual... but while you're about to tell the world who's next in line, my best friend is lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life.
No.
I don't wanna know which of these assholes is next in line for a title shot, I wanna know who's getting fired from this company and black balled from this industry. Since you're so gunshy, why don't I start things out for you, huh? How about Eddie Kingston - the guy who's M.O. is that he's some ghetto badass psychopath who knows he'll never win a championship? Seems kinda obvious, doesn't it? Samoa Joe's a legend in this sport and now he's in a coma and it happened on your watch. Feel like making things right? Hows about you start by tearing up Eddie's contract, right here, right now?
The crowd boos at the suggestion. Punk, still fuming, ignores them, while a much more level-headed EC3 responds.
EC3: Now we'll look into it but as of right now we know he didn't physically do anything. The cameras show him not too far behind you two when the incident happened.
Punk: Right, cause there's no way he couldn't have paid off one of his low-life, hood rat pals to do it for him? Screw this. You know what? I want in. I'm not sure you have the stomach to get to the bottom of this. I see through you - you're worried about what it means when one of your top guys turns out to be a desperate, pathetic criminal. I don't trust you to ask the questions that need to asked. Maybe I'll just have to ask them for you.
EC3: Fine. You can come along for the questioning but if you lay your hands on anyone, you will be stripped of the UWF Championship.
Brooks bits his bottom lip, holding back a venomous retort. His eyes then drift down to the UWF Championship. He picks it up off the floor, hold it in hand for a moment then slings it back over his shoulder.
Punk: Fine. I'll be the bigger man. That's not much of an ask around here, anyway. But Carter, I'm gonna warn you right now, when we get to the bottom of this, if you don't make things right, I'll find a way to.
Without another word, the Champ turns and leaves, stepping through the ropes and heading up the ramp. EC3 watches him leave, sighing and rubbing his temple knowing he's got his hands full tonight. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The camera cuts to Ciampa backstage, Wardlow looms behind him, there isn’t much lighting back here but just enough to make out the pair, in the dim light we can see the shine of the Prime Time Medal.
Ciampa: Tonight is the night ladies and gentlemen, the night were my ascension continues, where my path to greatness picks up more pace than it has in the past few months.
Ciampa steps out of the shadows into the light to reveal himself more.
Ciampa: Ever since Summerslam I have been on a path of destruction that has got people to put aside their pitiful assumptions about me, that I was over the hill and couldn’t get it done anymore. They all thought my career was over, that I was nothing more than a B player who was a good hand but not meant for greatness.
Ciampa smirks and holds the Prime Time Medal into focus.
Ciampa: Well I think I showed the doubters why they were wrong and since winning this medal, i’ve shown everyone why Tommaso Ciampa is the Gold Standard in the UWF and I intend to continue that onto greater things, I just need to put away the final blemish from the old Ciampa.
Ciampa shakes his head
Ciampa: My mistake last time was underestimating you Rob, I just thought you were some meathead more interested in your looks than what went on in the ring and it cost me but that was the old Ciampa, you’ve not faced the new one yet and while you’ve floundered since losing the TV Championship, i’ve went on to this.
Once again Ciampa lifts the Prime Time Medal.
Ciampa: How fitting that you’ll be my final victory of my Prime Time Medal, three wins and I get a shot at a self proclaimed Messiah, a man who must feel immortal right now. The only man to pin CM Punk since he became UWF Champion, i’m sure you feel like a God but be careful, Icarus felt like a God and we all saw what happened to him.
Ciampa looks down at the Medal one last time.
Ciampa: Tonight Seth, i’m going to get through Rob Conway and whether you win or lose in the main event, it doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is the Championship on your shoulder, so good luck tonight Seth because when I come for you, your luck is going to run out.
With that Ciampa waves to the camera and beckons for Wardlow to follow as the pair walk off.
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.
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. 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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DING DING DING
The bell rings and two meet in the center. Bryan lifts his hand up for a test of strength and Big Show starts laughing. He looks to the crowd as if to ask "Is this guy serious?". His attention is turned back on Bryan when Danielson kicks the side of his leg. Show stumbles around but Bryan keeps throwing kicks at his leg, trying to chop down those tree trunks and send the whole tree falling down. Show grabs a hold of him and shoves him away but Bryan simply runs behind him with his speed and chop blocks him from behind! Big Show falls to a knee and Bryan starts to kick him in the chest over and over again, the crowd chanting "YES!" with each hit. Big Show however catches on of this kicks and stands back up shaking his head. Bryan has nowhere to go as the Giant has his leg. Big Show then sends him to the mat with a big Overhand Chop that echoes throughout the arena!
Tom Phillips: You know they heard that all the way up in the cheap seats.
Mauro Ranallo: I hear a chop like that is what started the Big Bang!
Corey Graves: Big Show has been on a rampage since his return and it's going to be tough for Bryan Danielson to stop him.
Bryan rolls out onto the apron but Big Show ain't done with him. He walks over and bends over the ropes grabbing a fistful of hair to pull him back up. Bryan however reaches up and grabs his head before dropping to the floor, hanging Big Show's throat on the top rope! Show turns away and grabs at his neck coughing. Bryan climbs back up onto the apron and goes all the way to the top rope. Big Show doesn't realizes this and when he turns around, Bryan leaps off with a Front Dropkick to the face! Show doesn't go down but he stumbles backwards into the corner.
Bryan gets back to his feet and runs at Show, picking his boot up high to give him a Running Dropkick in the corner! Bryan rushes back to the opposite corner only to deliver a second one! He runs back a third time and connects once more! Show stumbles out of the corner into Bryan's waiting arms who grabs him at the side, looking for a Side Suplex! Show however is just too large and in his dazed state, he's just all dead weight. Show comes to however and shakes the cobwebs before elbowing Bryan in the back. He then grabs a hold of him and executes a Belly to Belly Suplex! He stays on him for the pin!
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Bryan kicks out! Show grabs his hair and pulls him back up. The ref gets on him for this but what's he gonna do, stop Big Show? The Television Champion sends Bryan into the corner and follows him over to hit a Big Splash! He whips across the ring again and connects with a second Splash! He whip him across the ring a third time but this time Bryan rushes up the turnbuckles and flips backwards over Show as he collides in the corner! Bryan gets behind him and wraps his arms around him, able to pop his hips back and throw Big Show with a German Suplex! Big Show is stacked up high, his own weight against him as Bryan keeps the bridge for the pin!
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Big Show kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Bryan somehow found the strength to suplex the Big Show but it wasn't enough.
Corey Graves: It's a hell of a feat but why waste the energy. He was cutting down Show before and if he wants to win, I think he needs to get back to that strategy.
Show is starting to rise up and so Bryan runs to the ropes and comes back with a boot right to the side of the head to knock him back down! Danielson then grabs his arms and starts kicking his head in over and over again. There's no covering up, Show just eats the full force of the kicks until the ref counts to 5. Bryan walks away, shaking his arms. He can feel the energy surging through him as he waits in the corner. Show is slowly getting to his feet and when he gets back up to a vertical base, Bryan takes off. He's looking for the Running Knee but Show reaches out and grabs him by the throat. Bryan is then hoisted into the air and brought back down with a Chokeslam! Show makes the pin!
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Bryan kicks out! Show has had enough. He picks up Bryan and brings him up into the air in a powerbomb position. Bryan starts fighting back, raining down punches on his head. Show is stumbling around and Bryan falls back into a Hurrincanrana that sends Show into the ref! Show looks down at him but he gets Chop Blocked from behind once more! Show falls to his hands and knees and Bryan comes up and places him in the Labell Lock! Show reaches out but there's nothing he can really do. You can see him start to fade but it doesn't mean much with the ref down. Bryan lets go of the hold and walks over to the ref trying to wake him. He suddenly gets pulled around and planted with an RKO!
Mauro Ranallo: From outta nowhere, The Viper strikes!
Tom Phillips: The message has been sent, Randy Orton is not done with Bryan Danielson.
Orton is all smiles as he slithers out of the ring. Show starts coming to and gets back to his feet. He sees Bryan is down but he wants to take care of business himself. He lifts him up and delivers a big Powerbomb! He follows up by jumping onto his chest, all his weight crashing down as he sits on top of him. The ref slowly makes his way over to make the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Television Champion, The Big Show!
Show exits the ring and grabs his Television Championship and heads up the ramp, another match won while the ref checks on Bryan. Orton can be seen in the crowd laughing as the show moves on...
We head backstage where Chad Gable can be seen preparing for his match. EC3 and CM Punk walk into frame with about 8 security guards in tow.
EC3: Hello Gable, tough loss at Slammiversary. Big win tonight could put you on a better trajectory though. I know you're the type of guy who-
CM Punk interrupts the boss and takes over from there.
Punk: You're the type of you who might take dropping a title a little too hard, right? All this "honor the ring" bullshit kick you've been on lately. When did the All-American start to lose his grip, huh? Kinda makes me wonder how far a guy might take things after he's lost the only thing that mattered to him. From zero to hero, massive losing streak to champion... then boom, just like that, you're walking up that ramp empty-handed while another man's music plays.
My question is if Chad Gable is the type of guy who might be all high and mighty about his principles when the going's all good, but someone else entirely when times get tough. Like maybe you come at me backstage after the show cause you know your chances of winning some vacant gold are a lot better than they are against a guy that's beaten you before. So tell me Chad, you got an alibi?
Gable scoffs, unimpressed and hardly intimidated by the Second City Saint.
Chad Gable: Heh. Cute. An alibi. You want an alibi? How about you just take my word for it that I didn't do it. And you wanna know why I didn't do it? Because I don't need to. You wanna know the main difference between you and I, Punk? That title on your shoulder? That makes you. That gives you all the credibility. That justifies a career of bitterness and mediocrity. That title gives you the clearance to go around being a dick to whoever you want to be. All you are is that title. That Championship is the only thing making you relevant. But me? I made that Television Champion what it was. I elevated it to a level that no one thought was possible. I shook the stigma of it being a "3rd tier" Championship. That title didn't make me, I made the title. So I don't need to pull some hit and run stunt to keep my name in relevancy. But you? Oh man, Punk. Eddie was seconds away from beating you. So you wanna come up to me and start throwing around theories. Well let the Master propose one to you. You get to the arena and you're scared. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach. You think "tonight is the night". On this night maybe Eddie Kingston is better than you. Maybe you don't walk out as Champion. And since the title is the only thing you have, you come up with a failsafe. A scenario that win or lose you end the night on everyone's mind. You mastermind this plot to have Joe ran over. Your best friend, while you narrowly avoid danger. So just incase Eddie beats you and takes that title, you still have something to cling on to. But you know, credit to you, you actually walked away with the title. But you think that maybe you can have your cake and eat it to. You don't call off the hit and you send your poor best friend to rot in a hospital bed so you can have all the spotlight yourself. The "who done it of the century" all eyes on you, CM Punk. Just what you want. But then again... that's just a theory.
The implication is a bridge too far. Punk's fist curls into a ball, ready to swing for the fences. Ethan Carter can see things about to go sideways. A simple clearing of his throat reminds Brooks of the consequences should things get physical. The Champ heads the warning, and slowly but surely, backs down, even as the vein in his forehead is still throbbing furiously. With one last glare shot in Gable's direction, Punk storms off, leaving the GM and Olympian behind as he goes to find someone else to interrogate. EC3 watches him go before offering up an apology on his behalf.
EC3: Sorry about that. I'll call you if I have any more questions.
Ethan lets out another deep sigh and walks off leaving Gable to prepare.
The feed transitions to a prerecorded message from Sami Zayn.
Sami Zayn: Hi, it's me, Sami Zayn, champion of the people, savior of professional wrestling and of course the teacher for the single most humanitarian living today and if your watching this... then it means I'm already dead.
There's a somber tone in his voice. Zayn looks to have tears in his eyes at the mere though.
Sami Zayn: Or I just haven't found Generico yet. It's probably that but still, just in case. If you don't see me, it means Bray Wyatt and his creepy little girlfriend have murdered me. But oh no, El Generico disappearing doesn't have as much mystery behind it as someone trying to run down CM Punk. A hardworking man of the people and Mexican legend goes missing and nobody blinks an eye but some tattooed freak almost gets hit by a car and everyone freaks? Check your privileges people!
You should all be ashamed. You call the cops to find someone who hit someone with a car but not to find someone who's been kidnapped and potentially murdered!? The absolute gall of this company. You all better hope we're found dead. If I get back there, I'm working double time to make sure I get cleared to return and then I'm kicking all of your asses.
The feed cuts out as the show moves on.
FAAAAAAAAME!
David Bowie's iconic banger hits the soundsystem and the fans hit their feet in a mixed reaction for the former UWF Champion. Some in the stands are happy to see one of the best to ever do it making his grand return to the UWF ring, while others have yet to forget his underhanded ways and refuse to give up the grudge. Ziggy emerges from the back regardless, fired up and ready to go as he does his usual pose for the benefit of the rabid crowd.
Ziggler trots down the ramp, clapping palms with fans who reach for the high five, then jogs on the spot at the foot of it before heading up the steps, walking along the apron, and straddling the middle rope for a second before entering the squared circle to prepare for the contest.
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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The bell rings and Orton and Ziggler stare off against each other, they’ve met many times in the past and this was sure to be another classic, the pair meet in the middle and Ziggler starts mouthing off to Orton but it doesn’t seem to phase the Viper, Ziggler slaps Orton and tries to laugh it off but this awakens something in Orton and he starts laying in punches to Ziggler, backing him off into the ropes, Orton knocks Zigglers down to the ground and starts stomping him, using the ropes as leverage and grinding him with his foot, the referee begins a count
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and Gentlemen if you’re just joining us welcome to another exciting night of UWF Revolution action.
Tom Phillips: Orton and Ziggler getting off to an explosive start, Orton in control by far here.
Corey Graves: Yeah the Show Off got under the skin of the Viper and is paying for it.
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The referee gets Orton to finally back off, Orton compiles but is on Ziggler as soon as he’s up, Ziggler manages to catch Orton off guard, delivering some elbows to the Viper, whipping him into a corner, Dolph goes for a Stinger Splash attempt but Orton gets out the way and Dolph crashes into the turnbuckle, into an Orton Powerslam.
Mauro Ranallo: Dolph showing some life but immediately snuffed out by Orton
Tom Phillips: I think those early strikes took more out of Dolph than expected.
Corey Graves: That’s why Orton is the Apex Predator, he knows when to strike and how to make it effective.
As Dolph is lying on the mat, Orton hears the voices, turning round he lands on the mat and slams it with his fists, waiting for Dolph to get up Orton hits the RKO and goes for the pin
Mauro Ranallo: RKO, THIS IS OVER.
Tom Phillips: ORTON PUTTING AWAY ZIGGLER IN CONVINCING FASHION
Corey Graves: Easy night for Orton, better luck next time Dolph.
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Tony Chimel: Your winner of this match…… “The Viper”, Randy Orton.
The referee tries to lift Ortons hand but he shoots him a look and the referee backs off, we fade to a commercial as Orton stands over Dolph.
The camera cuts to EC3's office where he and Punk are in the middle of a conversation.
EC3: I'm just telling you, we're not going to get anywhere if you just keep accusing them and getting in their face.
Punk: God damnit Carter, we're wasting time here. You've got a locker room full of alpha meatheads with the most fragile egos in the world. If the guy who did it isn't already taking credit, then that means it's someone who's more of a conniving scumbag then they are a violent thug. Narrow it down much?
A knock is heard at the door.
EC3: Come in! Just let me handle it. Seth Rollins! Nice win at Slammiversary. You're going to be tough to beat in tonight's main event.
Seth Rollins: I'm always tough to beat on any night. I've been sitting back and watching all of these guys put together these amazing win streaks. Figured it was time for me to put together a big string of my own wins, ya know. Besides, it'd be great to beat the New York Rat one more time.
EC3 catches sight of Punk who is mean mugging.
EC3: Well we both know why you're here so I'll cut to the chase. Where exactly were you at the end of Slammiversary's main event?
Seth Rollins: Whoa there buddy! Let's slow down. The last thing on my mind was running the big bad champion over there. Besides, I was in my locker room stretching with the trainers. I had a little muscle soreness from kicking Rob Conway's ass all around the ring. Besides my manager and insurance policy were in my locker room with me. There's no blood on these hands Ethan.
EC3: And so they'll be able to corroborate your story?
Punk: Of course they will! They're on his payroll, aren't they? Heyman's as huckster as they come - if that carny jackass' lips are moving, he's selling you something. You want an honest word out of Paul E? You're gonna have to pay him more than whatever Seth is right now. As for Reigns, they got a hand so far up that puppet's ass -
Seth Rollins: The only puppet in this company is the man that got ran down by a car and was left in the parking lot looking like Humpty Dumpty after his big fall. Too bad that driver didn't run you down as well. We definitely could have used a two for one special. Besides, I don't know if you're suffering from a mild case of amnesia or not, but you are yesterday's news. I've already kicked your ass, and I didn't need the help of a car to beat you. WHEN I beat you again, I'm taking that championship off your waist too and finally calling it my own. Don't you have an appointment to get too? I'm sure Joe needs someone to feed him. Maybe you can burp him after you feed him.
EC3: Thanks for coming Seth, you're free to go.
Rollins and Punk continue to stare each other down as Rollins walks out the door, never breaking eye contact. The show moves on...
IT WAS MOMENTS LIKE THIS THAT YOU WILL REMEMBER. MOMENTS LIKE THIS COME AROUND ONLY ONCE IN A LIFE TIME AND YOU HAVE TO MAKE THE MOST OF THEM, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THEM AND RUN WITH THEM.
The mad king knows this better than anyone else, he knows that this is it. the end of the road. The end of everything for him. Failure here, is the end. Failure here, he is done. He has to lay it all on the line, he has to give it his all, or twenty years would have been for nothing. He knows this better than anyone else and as he sits there, staring into the camera, he knows that tonight, he has to go above and beyond to get the job done.
“I know what failure is Seth. I know what the taste of failure is like and you might be standing there, with a shit eating grin on your face thinking that I enjoy the taste of it, seeing as you like to sound off the times I have failed here, but you are wrong. I hate it. I fucking hate the taste of it. I hate knowing that I went against you two times and you beat me. You walked in as champion and you walked out as champion and it fucking sucks. Not gonna lie about it. It eats away at me, knowing that I could have been here, a heck of a lot sooner than I am, but I fucked up. I dropped the ball, but you know what. I didn’t back down. I didn’t quit. Talk shit all you wanna about me, but you know in your heart I am not like the others. Who came so close, failed and left. I am still here, I am still fighting and I am willing to do anything to win. I know it will not be easy. Your champion for a reason, you beat me for a reason, and I take it all. I roll with the punches and here I am. Each time you knock me off the ladder, I just climb right back up to fight you again, you cannot get rid of me Seth. You cannot ever stop me, cause yeah – you beat me twice, but you know what? Each time – I got a lil bit closer to beating you and you – you know that.”
Head in his hands, he would sit there. His mind was racing, his heart was racing. This was it for him, this was what it was all about. There was no going back. He loses this match and then what? What does he have after this. He will be a failure, someone who comes close, but just cannot go that little bit more over the finishing line.
“Seth, you got it all wrong, I am called the mad king, because that ring down there, it is my kingdom. It belongs to me. Anyone who enters it, fuck. They are invading. They are crossing the border and coming into my land and they better be bringing all they got, cause there gonna get their ass handed to them and kicked right back out. You know what I can do. You know how fucking dangerous I am. I don’t give a shit if you have tricked yourself into thinking you got this easy tonight, because there is nothing easy about this. Twenty years this has been for me. Slogging it out around the world, just for this chance, this moment and yeah before you jump all over that shit. I fucked up my chances here. I dropped the ball. The title matches I had, I walked out with nothing but defeat, but I learned from my mistakes. I didn’t become a lil bitch who cries and complains and blames everyone but themselves. I looked deep within myself, stared into my soul and I knew it was my fault, that I can and I will do better and here I am. This is what hard work looks like. This is what time and effort looks like. This is what happens when you try. When you really go in and give it your all and this – this is not gonna end the way you think it is gonna end. This is not gonna be another Seth Rollins celebration, no. This is gonna be Seth Rollins having his eyes opened, that he has finally be beaten by Eddie Kingston.”
Again, head in his hands, eyes closed tightly. Trying to remain focused, trying to remain on the ball, in the zone. He had a match to win, the biggest match in his entire career and right now, he needed to know that he had to give everything. This was not like last time, because this was really it. This was his last chance and he had to go all in and make good on his promise, he had to win no matter what.
“You beat me, ended my streak, gave me the kick up the ass I needed. I started to get cocky. I started to get arrogant, I started to really let myself go. I started to believe in the streak, that it was the only thing that mattered. That it was important. That it was what was the real important thing here and you ending it, fuck it was a wake up call for me. Cause without it, who was I? Who was Eddie Kingston without the undefeated streak. Who was the mad king, and you – you helped me learn who that man was. Who that person was, cause I was lost for a long time. Eddie Kingston, is someone like each and every single one of you. Someone who knows how hard it is. Someone who knows that sometimes, life is shit. It is hard, it is unfair and fuck me, it picks side. Anything that can go wrong, has gone wrong in my life. I know what it is like to be at the bottom, no idea what it is like to be at the top, but I know what hard work is Seth. I know what it is like to break your back for nothing but a promise. To work yourself into the ground, for a maybe. I know what twenty years of hard labour is and I know – more than anyone here, what it feels like to have hope. I have been working towards something, to this, my entire life and now – through determination and some balls I am here. Eddie Kingston, is just a man like each and every single one of you, but he is a man who knows what it is to have a dream and to chase it until the very end.”
He would now stand. His hands dropping to his side as he would stare down into the camera. There was a smirk on his face now. He was not gonna to keep it all in, he was not gonna sit here and keep everything in his mind, he was gonna let it all out and let Seth Rollins know that tonight, tonight was his night, his moment, his dream coming true.
“This is it Seth. This is what it all comes down to. Me and you one last time. You had my number two times and your pretty sure of yourself, but don’t count me out. Don’t you ever dare count me out. Don’t you stand there and write me off, cause you have no idea what it is like to have nothing. You coast from company to company, getting shot after shot without earning it. Your name is a brand, your name is a way to open doors and this, this is not deserved. You know it and so do I, that you don’t deserve this chance, but I do. I have worked hard to claw my way back here, to fight my way from the bottom to the top. I have been knocked back more times than I care to admit, but here I am, back after three chances, three crushing title defeats and I am ready for the last chance. This is the end for me Seth. You defeat me, that is it. Take it, take my career, take it all, because if I cannot defeat you, then I don’t deserve to be UWF Champion. I don’t deserve to carry the weight of this company on my back, I don’t deserve to be the man. I know this, this will not be easy, but tonight I am leaving it all in the ring. I am giving it my all, it might kill me, it might put me in the dirt once and for all, but Seth – I am gonna to show you just why I am called the mad king, I am gonna show you what twenty years of fighting looks like, I am gonna show you, that I am ready to be the man.”
He would stare down into the camera. His hand raised upwards as he would push it out of the way. He had nothing more to say, nothing more to offer. It all would come down to who was the better man, who wanted it more, who deserved to be the champion.
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.
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!
Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.
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Wyatt waves at Gable and then extends his hand out for a shake. Gable walks forward to shake his hand but immediately goes behind him and throws him with a German Suplex! Wyatt looks shocked by this but before he can even respond, Gable is there to grab him form behind and hit a second German Suplex! Wyatt uses the ropes to help him get back up but Gable is there to grab at him and tries to roll back for the Chaos Theory but Bray keeps a firm grasp on the ropes as Gable goes rolling backwards. He rolls up to his feet and runs at Bray who levels with with a Back Elbow. Gable falls flat and Wyatt jumps on him with a Senton. He stays on him for the pin.
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Gable kicks out right away. Bray pulls him back up to his feet and shakes his head at him, telling him it was a bad idea to get on his bad side. Gable however picks the ankle and trips up Wyatt causing him to fall to his back before turning him over into an Ankle Lock! Wyatt scrambles for the ropes but Gable falls back and wraps his legs around his so he can't get away.
Tom Phillips: Chad Gable is going for the win right here!
Corey Graves: A reminder, Gable was never pinned for the Television Championship. He's an elite level athlete and if he makes Bray Wyatt tap out, this could prove he belongs to be at the top.
Wyatt has his hands on his head in agony. He's too far from the ropes but he's got size and power on his side. He starts moving hand over fist, inching closer and closer to the ropes until he reaches out and finally grabs a hold of the bottom rope. The ref tells Gable to make the clean break and he does. Wyatt however looks to be in trouble as he cradles his ankle. Gable tries to come over to stay on the attack but he eats a Throat Thrust and turns away choking. The ref checks on him while Wyatt uses this spare time to use the ropes to help him to his feet. He's getting up however, none other than Sami Zayn jumps over the barricade and climbs onto the apron. He's got brass knuckles in his hand and he levels Bray in the head! He quickly jumps right back into the crowd as Wyatt lays over the ropes. Gable comes up behind him and rolls him up in the German Suplex to hit the Chaos Theory! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chad Gable!
Gable gets his hand raised in victory while Zayn can be seen laughing in the crowd and clapping. The lights suddenly go out. There's murmurs in the crowd and when the lights come back on, Zayn is scrambling but realizes he's in no harm. Wyatt however is gone while Gable looks like he doesn't care for these kinds of games as the show moves on.
The Revolution feed cuts away from the arena to a soda commercial featuring some of your favourite UWF stars, before resuming in an unknown location, with the camera pointed directly at demonic looking individual with slicked back hair and face paint.
Danhausen
Hello yes! Danhausen here, very nice, very evil. Coming directly to your television set to let all the fanhausen’s know that after lengthy talks with Ethan Ultimate, which guaranteed lots of monies, fame, inspiration and entertainment, Danhausen is the first new Ultimate Wrestling signing of two twenty two. So yes, very soon you will all get to see Danhausen appear in the Ultimate Wrestling ring for the very first time.
Suddenly Danhausen is interrupted by an off-camera voice.
Davis
Wait, didn’t you get squashed by Warhorse at Rebellion last year?
Danhausen
Danhausen has no memory of this event.
Davis
Well you just have to take a look on the UWF Network and look for…
A sharp point of the finger from Danhausen quickly cuts Davis’ off from saying any more
Danhausen
Danhausen is timeless! Many events have been seen and spoken of in Danhausen’s expansive lifetime, and what you speak of is not one of them. You are also foolishly trying to draw attention away from the next point Danhausen was going to make about the very evil conclusion to the Slammivershausen event. Danhausen wanted to be one of the first to admit that he did not go after Island Joseph that night. Danhausen has many ways of making his adversaries feel excruciating pain, and automobiles is not one of them! Therefore you may now remove Danhausen’s name from the point the finger list. As for who actually did the deed, let’s just say Danhausen has a theory or twenty eight. It could have been John PhD with Nurse Thug sitting in the passenger seat, or maybe it was Seth Rollerblades grabbing a ridehausen and he just got overexcited following victory over the Con Artist. It’s one of the great mysteries for sure, and a mystery that Danhausen… will not be solving. Because Danhausen has better things to do with his time, such as getting you all to buy this very new, very evil t-shirt.
Danhausen takes out a very generic looking black t-shirt which features his face and catchphrase on it.
Danhausen
So yes, you have all now been issued with formal notice. Get your bags of money at the ready or be cursed, because Danhausen is officially here in Ultimate Wrestling. Love that Danhausen. See you later!
As Danhausen cuts a grin as wide as a sea bridge, the camera feed slowly fades out before returning to the arena.
[We cut backstage with a Former World Champion John Cena and his girlfriend Eve Torres was discuss about something went down at Slammiversary while Dasha Fuentes stops them]
John~ Word Life~ Cena: babe I know I screwed up for several years now but it's time for me to move on to something else instead of the Television title my next move is to catcher the UWF Championship.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: John. I know it's rough for you out there but face it I know you can catch the UWF Championship after we come back from our winter break and who knows we might end up being back here to UWF probably February first on UWF.
{when Eve and Cena was mobbing in the back Dasha Fuentes ask them a few questions}
Dasha Fuentes: John. last month at Slammiversary you was entering the triple threat with Gable and Show but it turns out that you lost the Big show. after he won the T.V Championship over you any other plains for you Mr Cena.
{UWF rooting for Cena in the audio background
John~ Word Life~ Cena: when the match was quiet over I thought that I was gonna become the next UWF T.V Champion until that fat largest Athlete The Big show who took the victory and walked out as the new Television Champion and since I'm moved on to my next project is for me to get an UWF Championship after I rightfully return back to UWF network.
Dasha Fuentes: and what about Eve. does Cena has what it takes to be the next victim for The UWF Championship.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: I honestly hope that John. can earn himself an UWF Championship after we return back to UWF network and fight someone else in a Rival like at least an No'1 Contender for The UWF Championship and afterwards me and John. are going to our Honeymoon and we will be back on February first right here on UWF network.
Dasha Fuentes: but John. if you and Eve does return back to UWF what exactly are you gonna do when you two comeback into the Revolution ring on UWF.
John~ Word Life~ Cena: actually Ms Dasha. when I comeback to UWF network I will get myself an UWF Championship and whoever is the UWF Champion before me and Eve. get back from our Honeymoon then I will get that Championship away from Cm Punk. at the UWF PPV event on The network.
Dasha Fuentes: Eve. is there anything else that you would like to say to the UWF Universe.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: if Cm Punk. wants some of John Cena then come in get some.
{Cena and Eve signs off when Dasha Fuentes continues talking)
Dasha Fuentes: thanks for the time John and Eve Torres. and good luck with your honeymoon
Dasha Fuentes: we hope to see Eve and John Cena. comeback to UWF network whenever they decide to return back to UWF Revolution on February first at UWF network.
[Camera heads down to Tony Chimel for our next match of the evening]
The crowd funnels back into the arena from the concession and merch stands, eager too see who will walk away with the Prime Time Medal.
Just look at me...
The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Conway hops up onto the apron and turns around the face the crowd, he points to each of his abs and seems awful impressed with himself as Dean holds up a Simon System shake next to him in an act of product placement. Conway steps between the ropes and into the ring before he heads towards the hard camera, puts on foot on the middle rope and raises a single finger high in the air as The Contourage take their place at ringside.
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.
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 while Tony Chimel takes to the center of the ring to make this title tilt official.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is for the UWF Prime Time Medal!
Introducing first... The Challenger... accompanied by The Contourage - Simon Dean, Sylvan and Maryse... from New Albany, Indiana... weighing in at 234 pounds... "The Conman" Rob Conway!
And his opponent... accompanied by Wardlow... from Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in at 201lbs... the current holder of UWF Prime Time Medal... "The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa!
The fans are divided on which man they despise more, but there's no doubt they're excited to see the two top talents tango in tonight's co-main event. Chimel steps out of the ring and the Referee calls for the bell!
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Conway takes off his shades and hands them to Maryse but as his back is turned, Ciampa runs over and nails him in the back of the head with a Running Forearm! Conway falls to his knees and Ciampa just starts kneeing him over and over again in the back of the head. The ref has to pull him off to get him to stop and Conway immediately rolls out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: Ciampa's third victory is at stake here and you can bet he'll do whatever it takes to get that win.
Mauro Ranallo: Both men want to get their hands on Rollins and taking the title away from him could be big, especially if he manages to win tonight and become UWF Champion at the Royal Rumble.
The Contourage surrounds their guy but Ciampa ain't having none of it. He exits the ring and shoves Sylvan and Dean to the side before grabbing Conway and smashing his face on the apron. Maryse tries to come up to him but Tommaso shoots her a death glare and she backs off. He grabs Conway once more and brings him over to the corner where he bounces his head off the steel ring post! Maryse has her hands in her face in horror as her client now has blood trickling down his forehead. Ciampa grabs him and wipes the blood off his face before smearing it on his chest. He then throws him into the ring and follows him in to make the pin.
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Conway kicks out! Ciampa brings him back up to a vertical base but Conway looks dazed as all hell .Ciampa hits the ropes and comes back with a massive Lariat! Conway goes down and looks laid out. Ciampa is all smiles as he simply leans over hmm and starts opening up the wound with stiff rights to the forehead. The ref gets on him for this and he backs off but not before licking the blood off his knuckles which make the crowd visible squirm in their seats. He walks back over to Conway and picks him up in a powerbomb position. He's looking for Project Ciampa but Conway starts punching down on his head. Ciampa is unable to keep the bigger man up so he drops him and kicks him int the gut before delivering a DDT! He makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out! Conway wipes the sweat out of his eyes only to see that it's not sweat but blood. Rob freaks out about this and scurries over to his corner where Sylvan pulls out a towel to help wipe his face.
Corey Graves: The image consultant is doing a fantastic job in making sure the beautiful face of Conway's is always seen.
Mauro Ranallo: That cut may require a few stitches though. Not sure how much of an impact that will have on future sponsorship's.
Conway turns to see Ciampa rising up and the former Television Champion is filled with rage. Ciampa has barely gotten to his feet when Conway runs over and levels him with a Clothesline. Tommaso tries to back away in the corner but Conway puts the boots to him before pulling him up and away from the corner. He lifts him up onto his shoulder and brings him back down to the mat with a Powerslam! The Prime Time Medal owner tries to roll away but Conway reaches out and grabs his leg, pulling him away from the ropes. Ciampa turns over and kicks Conway off of him, trying to rush back to his feet. He runs at Conway only for Rob to scoop him up and hit a Backbreaker! He makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out! Conway gives him a few boots before he exits out onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: This match has been flipped 180 degrees and Conway looks to be on a rampage.
Corey Graves: The last thing you want to do is interfere with the Con Man's money maker and Ciampa is about to learn that the hard way.
Conway gets himself situated on the top rope. Ciampa has not moved and so Conway dives off with the Ego Elbow Drop only for Ciampa to roll out of the way just in time! Conway pops back up and grabs at his elbow while Ciampa picks himself up off the mat. Conway is shaking out his arm in the corner and so Ciampa runs over to give him a forearm to the face! He runs along the ropes to the adjacent corner only to come back with another Running Forearm to the side of the head. Conway falls to a seated position as Ciampa runs along the ropes again and comes back with a kick to the side of the head! Conway looks out of it and so Ciampa pulls him up and away from the ropes. He hooks both arms in a double underhook, looking for the Fairy Tale Ending but Conway suddenly twists free, holding onto the arm and brings Ciampa in for a massive Short Arm Clothesline that turns him inside out! Ciampa lays face down on the mat and Conway grabs his head to place him in the Conway Clutch!
Tom Phillips: We could have ourselves a new Prime Time Champion right here!
Corey Graves: If one man knows Prime Time better than anyone, it's Rob Conway.
Ciampa reaches out but he's way too far from the ropes. There's nowhere for him to go as Conway keeps pulling back on his head like he's trying to rip it right off his shoulders. Ciampa however reaches up and digs his fingernails into the wound on his forehead causing more blood to come out! The Con Man releases the hold and goes to wipe the blood off his forehead. Ciampa get to his feet and turns Conway around, kicking him int eh gut. He hooks both arms and plants him with the Fairy Tale Ending! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL the Prime Time Medal owner, Tommaso Ciampa!
Mauro Ranallo: Well it looks like Ciampa's got a date with Seth Rollins for the Intercontinental Championship.
Tom Phillips: But will he be fully focused on retaining the title or will he have aspirations of being the UWF Champion?
Ciampa holds the medal up high while the Contourage tend to their leader as the show moves on.
Eddie Kingston is in the locker room getting ready for the main event when EC3 walks up with CM Punk and security in tow. The two immediately get in each other's face and security is there to step between them.
EC3: Hey hey now, keep it civil! If either of you touches the other I'll either strip you of the title or make it so you can never challenge for it again ok?
EDDIE (THE MAD KING) KINGSTON: I’ll keep my hands in my pockets, you ain’t got no beef with me outside the ring. Inside the ring, totally different story mind you, but right here right now, I can be civil.
Punk: Oh yeah, Mister Nice Guy when the camera's on you. I know you Eddie - I've known you for years. You're a rat. You keep with rats. Look me in the eye and tell me you weren't behind it. At least have the balls to lie to my face.
EC3: Now then, Eddie. I know your personally didn't try to run down Punk at Slammiversary but he raised a good point. You could have easily hired someone to do it for you.
EDDIE (THE MAD KING) KINGSTON: I don’t know if you know this or not, but I ain’t some punk ass lil bitch. I am not a coward. You see me, I don’t got anyone waiting to do my dirty work for me, cause I do it myself and as far as hurting our great and powerful champion – not my style at all. Twenty years, I know you heard it before, but twenty years to get to where I am now, without no one helping me, I ain’t about to take a shortcut at the end of it all. I want the championship old cookie cutter has here, and I want it fairly. So, nah, stop trying to pin shit on me. If I wanted this lil shit taken out, he would not be standing here right now. I do shit myself, like a fucking man.
EC3: I may believe you but we've got to check all possibilities. The authorities are currently scrubbing through print outs of your text messages and calls to look for anything suspicious.
Punk: Check his bag. A lowlife like him probably has a burner phone hiding somewhere.
EDDIE (THE MAD KING) KINGSTON: Got nothing to hide, nothing to be worried about, like I said. If I wanted him done and in the ground, it would have happened. Don’t pay kids to do a man’s job. You just cannot do your own job, so your trying to pan it off on me, fine – whatever. Your just wasting my time and your own, because you know what tonight is right. Me and Seth – main event for a crack at your title? That is the only thing that I am worried about, not all this shit your bringing to me. All I care about is you being at your best, so that when I punch my ticket to the rumble, when I step into the ring with you once more and when I take your title from you, you will have no fucking excuses. You will know, that the better man beat you.
Punk: Really? Okay. Sure. Well good luck getting another shot at the guy you can't beat by beating the other guy you never beat. I'm loving your odds, buddy.
Security ushers Punk away while Carter wraps things up with the Mad King.
EC3: Well thank you for your time Eddie. Good luck in the main event tonight.
EC3 walks away leaving Eddie to prepare as the show moves on.
Things open up on what appears to be a press conference as hundreds of fans with reporters among them are huddled together downstage from a long table.
Tom Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here for this press conference. The UWF has put pen to paper on another prestigious contract, and that superstar will join us shortly to field some of your questions. But first, an introduction. He is a WWE alumni having won various championships and world championships. He is a former UWF Television Champion, Tag Team Champion, and European Champion. And he’s chalked up quite the Hollywood resume for himself as well. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the, “Animal”…BATISTA!
The music of Batista starts to play as there’s a mostly positive response from those in attendance as the man himself makes his way out and sits down.
Batista: You know, I never really cared much for that moniker, “The Animal”. It’s generic and it’s insulting, because it suggests there’s nothing special about me that sets me apart from the rest of the pack when yours truly exists in a league of his own. But don’t worry, my marketing department is going to come up with something better sooner rather than later to print on t-shirts and hats and the like and I can put that, “Animal” nonsense behind me. Now, first question.
Fan #1: Who are you looking forward to facing first?
Batista: Wow. Speaking of generic, you lob me one of the most predictable, recycled questions you could give. It’s right up there with, ‘why’d you decide to come back’? Well since your pea-brains can’t come up with something that doesn’t put the word junk in ‘junket’, I’ll respond to both. First, why did I decide to come back. I know in the past you’ve been fed crap like they’re here to save UWF or to destroy it and rebuild it in their image or blah blah blah. I’m back because I miss kicking peoples’ asses, plain and simple. The extra money is going to be nice but let’s be honest, I’m not exactly hurting for it. As for the other softball, it really doesn’t matter who gets put in front of me because three things are going to happen. One: I’m going to dominate them. Two: I’m going to take whatever it is they have to lose. And three, because there’s always a silver lining, they’ll get a bit of a rub from being in the ring with someone of my star power.
Fan #2: Are you worried about ring rust or your cardio not being up to par?
Batista: I’m confident but I’m not stupid, the years have aged me and the time away from the ring, no matter who you are, it’s going to affect you. With that being said, unless I’m facing a CM Punk, I’m not really worried about ring rust or anything else slowing me down once I have my return match.
Fan #3: So you’re worried about CM Punk then?
Batista: Give the devil his due, he’s firing on cylinders he wasn’t even firing on at his previous peak. I mean, he’s holding the UWF Championship for a reason. But there’s a difference between acknowledging someone’s strengths and accomplishments and being worried about them. The only thing I’m worried about when it comes to CM Punk is that he’ll be more hype than hell on wheels when I eventually face him and the UWF Championship will be the only thing making his ass worth kicking.
Fan #4: Can you say, “Why is Gamora?”?
Batista: Well you can dress them flashy or trashy, make them small or tall, or put them at any place or in any scenario but a mark is still a mark. You want to wind up someone like a toy monkey so they’ll spout quotes, go to Danhausen’s press conference if he’s having one. This conference is over.
Batista gets up and walks out as Revolution continues.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and will determine the next Number One Contender for the UWF Championship!
The Mad King storms down the ramp towards the squared cirlce.
Chimel: Introducing first, the Man Without an Entrance in his Profile... Eddie Kingston!
Eddie slides into the ring and paces around, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and puts a leg on the second rope, and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.
Chimel: And his opponent... from Buffalo, Iowa... weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the Intercontinental Champion: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
Rollins turns to face his opponent. The excitement in the arena builds while the Referee takes the IC title belt and hands it out of the ring before calling for the bell.
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The instant the bell rings, Kingston shoots across the ring and tackles his opponent. Rollins mistakenly braced himself as best he could to meet collar-and-elbow, only for Eddie to go low with a bowling shoe ugly double-leg. Kingston pushes backwards and down and bullies Seth to the mat. In the ensuing struggle, both men roll under the bottom rope to the arena floor.
Ranallo: No feeling out process necessary! Rollins and Kingston are well acquainted by this point.
Phillips: And after all that time spent together, there's nothing but bad blood between them, as you can see by Eddie's aggressive - well, more aggressive than usual, even - start to this bout.
The Mad King lands two sturdy headbutts once their feet have landed on the ground outside. Rollins stumbles back then retaliates with a strike of his own. Eddie shrugs off the shot to his midsection before clipping the Architest across the mug with an elbow strike. That one drops the IC Champ.
Heyman backs away, watching with some trepidation from a safe distance. Kingston grins at him, tells him to "watch this" then scoops Rollins up and drives him headlong into the barricade.
Up in the ring, the annoyed Official starts a ten count.
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Eddie pulls Seth up with a handful of hair. Rollins decks him in the stomach again to force him to let go, then staggers around the corner of the ring to get out of harm's way. The Mad King takes a moment to catch his breath before pursuing his old rival.
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The Architect slides under the bottom rope and crawls a few feet in. After getting his wind back, Eddie follows suite, breaking the Ref's count just before it crosses the halfway point.
Ranallo: And back into the ring we go!
Graves: I'm no surprised a degenerate like Eddie Kingston would try and turn a wrestling contest into a street fight. It's his best chance at beating Seth but as we've seen in the past, even extreme stipulations aren't necessarily enough to give him the edge.
Rollins catches Eddie coming in with an axe handle to the spine, dropping him to his kness. Seth doesn't leave him lying for long - the Intercontinetnal Champion hoists him up then backs him into the nearby corner with a flurry of strikes. Kingston turtles up to guard his face, at which point Rollins grabs to top two ropes on either side and uses the leverage to assist with a series of masterful knee strikes to the midsection.
It doesn't take long for the shins to level Eddie, but the Referee intervenes to get the action out of the corner. Rollins takes up most of a five count before retreating. When Kingston starts to get up, however, Seth jumps right back in, snagging his wrist and using it to whip him across the ring.
Phillips: Oof! Kingston just slammed into that far turnbuckle!
Graves: The power game of Seth Rollins is one of the least talked about and most under-appreciated weapons in his arsenal. There's a reason they call him Crossfit Jesus - this guy spends all his spare time in the gym and it pays dividens in the ring. I'd call it a cornerstone of this undefeated streak he's riding now.
Kingston groans as he starts to peel himself off of the corner post. His ribs are taking a heck of a beating, and things get that much worse when Rollins plasters him back against the buckle with a Stinger Splash!
Before the Official needs to step in for a second time, Rollins drags his opponent away from the corner by the wrist again. Instead of going for the whip, Seth wheels the other man around looking for that Ripcord Knee. Kingston sees it coming and reverses, getting himself behind the Architect and then spinning him around so they're face to face. Seth is dizzed and baffled by the sudden exchange of positions. The New Yorker capitalizes on the opening with a bombastic Exploder Suplex!
Phillips: Exploder Suplex!
Ranallo: Just one of the many variations Eddie Kingston has at his disposal.
Seth flips head over heels and lands flat on his back in the middle of the ring. The fans applaud while Heyman looks on in disbelief. Eddie sprawls and tries for the pin...
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Rollins powers out at two. He slithers away while Eddie takes a few seconds to nurse his batted ribs. A few deep, laboured breaths fill his lungs up with enough oxygen to keep going. He rises and marches over towards Rollins, who is still on his hands and knees. A clubbing blow to the back of the head keeps him in that prone positon.
Kingston lifts that clobbered superstar and shoves into the corner, immitating Rollins' earlier offense by pinning him against the post with a combination of strikes. Just as he did earlier, the Referee breaks things up with a five count. Kingston backs away with a satisfied smirk on his face, having given his foe a dose of his own medicine. Heyman, meanwhile, comes over to offer up some encouragement and advice to his downed Client.
A unanimous "Eddie" chant from the crowd draws the potential contender's attention away from the action for a moment. He cups a hand to his ear like the Hulk Hogan to soak it in, which just riles up the people even more. They're rooting for him. Energized by their support, Kingston goes back to work. When he turns around, though, Seth is coming straight at him, flying off the intersecting middle ropes!
An Aces High connects flush. The modified crossbody knocks Eddie down to the canvas. Rollins rolls through, springs up and gets some speed bouncing off of the ropes. Kingston gets halfway up just in time to take a Superkick to his face while he's still kneeling.
Ranallo: Avada Kedavara! Somebody call the Minisitry of Magic cause we just witnessed an Unforgivable Curse!
Graves: Shut up, nerd.
Eddie drops like a sack of potatoes and Seth makes the cover...
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No! Eddie kicks out in time! Rollins is clearly pissed off about it. He scooches into a full mount position and starts raining down with some heavy shots, pounding away at Kingston with forearms and punches and the kitchen sink, too. After twenty or so unanswered strikes, he rolls off and stumbles towards the ropes, exhausted by the torrential beatdown. Kingston is left in a heap in his wake.
The fans aren't shy about letting Rollins know what they think about him and the idea of him being annointed the next in line for a world title shot. They boo they heck out of him but between pants, he just laughs them off, smiling directly into the hard cam while reminding the whole world that he's unstoppable right now.
Graves: Seth Rollins - The Streakbustah - has put down both Eddie Kingston and CM Punk before. By all rights, he should have just been automatically declared the next Contender, especially while the police are still investigating Eddie for what happened with Samoa Joe.
Phillips: There's absolutely no proof that Eddie was behind the hit and run. Seth Rollins had just as much motivation - if not more - and the means to execute it. It doesn't surprise me at all that he's trying to shift the blame.
Rollins turns around and finds Kingston trying to get up again. Eddie is one his knees, clutching his ribs. Seth dashes in and blasts him across the face with a low big boot. Kingston leans back after getting hit but springs back to being straight up, almost like a jack-in-the-box. Seth peppers him with a less stiff, more dismissive foot across the side of the head.
The Mad King takes the hit and flips him off. Seth responds with a soccer kick across the torso. You can see by Eddie's expression that that one stung his already damaged ribs, but once again, he flips his opponent off before daring him to do it again. Rollins winds up and moves to drive his leg clean through his opponent.
This time, Eddie catches his leg. Holding on to the shin, he pops up and flips Rollins to the mat with a Dragon Screw! Seth writhes in pain, clutching at his wrongfully contorted limb. Kingston stumbles away until he finds the ropes, using the cables to keep himself supported while he once again tries to get some wind back.
Phillips: Huge counter by Kingston there! That was the opening he needed to get back in this ting.
Ranallo: Can he make the most of it? Or are his ribs too badly injured to capitalize?
Graves: I think the damage is done. The ringside physician should call this off already - Eddie clearly is too hurt to compete.
Even if he is, the Mad King puts on a brave face, swallows the pain and gets back to work. He lifts Rollins off of that mat and then puts him right back down with a snapping Saito Suplex! Rollins' head and shoulder crumple into the mat with a tonne of force. He lands bent halfway over and all Eddie has to do to make it a pin is lean on him. The Ref dives down to count it...
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Rollins gets a shoulder up in time! Eddie yanks him into a sitting position and then clubs him across the back of the head, leaving him seated but dazed while he stands and then runs for the ropes. He needs to build up some momentum before putting the finishing touches on this one.
Phillips: Sliding D incoming!
Ranallo: This will do it! Eddie Kingston will finally pin Seth Rollins!
Eddie slides in, looking to marry his forearm to the back of Seth's skull. But Seth ducks just in time to avoid taking the hit! Kingston slides past and Rollins grabs him by the head, getting up while tucking Kingston's mug under his arm pit in an inverted front facelock. From there, Rollins fires off a reverse vertical suplex, slamming Eddie stomach-first into the ring.
The fans gasp in shock as Kingston rolls over, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Rollins stands up, ignoring the jeers of the fans as he focuses in on realizing his goal. He connects with an impressive running Shooting Star Press, using that extra zip on the flip to make the splash that much more impactful.
Seth then heads for the corner. His leg is still a bit banged up from the Dragon Screw, but there's so much adrenaline pumping through his veins now, he's just ignoring it. The Architect pulls himself on to the top, lines Eddie up in his sights and leaps off.
Graves: Frog Splash coming in hot!
Ranallo: Mama Mia!
Seth hits the high impact move with perfect accuracy. HIs body crushes his opponent's on the landing. Eddie spits out another mouthful of blood as Seth rolls his legs up for a cover...
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Eddie kicks out in time, but winces in agony for the effort. The crowd are horrified by the sight of the Mad King writing around, clearly too beat up to keep going on in this fight. The guy should be en route to the ER by now. His ribs wre probably broken before Seth even thought about coming off the top like that.
Heyman calls in to "finish it" and Rollins obliges. He rolls Eddie over so that he's facing down and then backs away. The Architect bides his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Despite their best efforts, the pleading fans can't seem to alert Eddie to the danger he's in. Spitting out more and more blood, Kingston slowly and groggily begins to get up, starting by bringing himself to his hands and knees.
Graves: This is it! Seth Rollins is about to behead the Mad King and become the next man to face CM Punk for the UWF Championship!
Phillips: As always, Eddie put up a helluva fight but he just doesn't seemt o have what it takes to beat Seth Freakin' Rollins.
The Intercontinental Champion runs in, aiming to hit his Curb Stomp He jumps up and brings his boot down to put the finish touches on Eddie Kingston...
Except Eddie rolls away just in time! Seth's boot hits nothing but the mat! Astounded by the near miss, an infuriated Seth chases after his ellusive opponent. He's able to get a hold of him and pull him to a vertical base, but just as soon as he does, Eddie whips around and blasts him with the Spinning Backfist!
Ranallo: Spinning Backfist! Spinning Backfist! That's it! It's over! Outta nowhere!
Graves: That's impossible!
The knuckles crack off of Rollins jaw and he fals flat-backed down on to the mat. Eddie collapses right beside him, seemingly unconscious as well. If he had fallen six inches to the right, it would be enough to constitute a pinfall. But he's just shy. So close, but so far.
The fans realize it, too. They see that their boy is mere inches away from getting the surefire victory. If only he could roll over and shoot the half. They scream his name, willing him awake. He doesn't move. Maybe he can't. Maybe he's given everything he has to give.
Phillips: This is unbelievable. Eddie Kingston could have this match won but that Backfist took all the energy he had.
Ranallo: He could have a collpased lung right now for all we know. He might have just passed out from the pain of shattered ribs. All I know is - wait - MAMA MIA!
Eddie finally stretches out a hand, placing it on Seth's chest for what barely makes for a cover. It's still enough for the Ref to count it, though.
Graves: What! That doesn't count!
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Phillips: Yes it does!
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Ranallo: Eddie Kinston has won the match!
No! Rollins shoves the hand away just in time! The fans boo their faces off. Rollins is still in this thing. Eddie was too late.
The attempted pinfall took whatever juice was left in Kingston's battery. Seth is the first man to stir. Eventually, he sits up, scowling down at the Mad King before crawling to the ropes and using them to help himself to his feet. He isn't about to wait for Kingston to move so he can Curb Stomp him. Rollins wants to finish this now.
Storming over to Kingston, he somehow manages to find the power to bring that dead weight up. He keeps Eddie's head tucked against his body while using his free hand to make a slashing gesture across his throat. He's ready to end this feud once and for all.
Rollins scoops his rival up on to his shoulders for a move he learned from an old mentor of his - it's the Olympic Slam. The Angle Slam.
Ranallo: Seth Rollins going old school!
Graves: This a legendary maneuver passed down to him by the incomparable Kurt Angle. What a perfect move to put a bum like Eddie Kingston down.
Seth flings Kinston back but somehow, some way, Eddie slips out and lands on his feet. The Mad King grabs Seth around the waist and tries for a German Suplex to counter. Rollins breaks the grip just in time to avoid getting flipped. He keeps hold of Eddie's wrist and once more goes for the Ripcord Knee. Kingston steps out of the way and Seth flies past him, turning back around to be greeted with a Roaring Elbow!
Dazed by the impact, Seth is helpless and can't stop himself from being hoisted on to Kingston's shoulders. The Mad King - standing tall with another man on him in a Fireman's Carry position despite all the pain he's in - turns to face the hard cam. He flips it off and then hits a GTS.
Phillips: I don't believe it! Go To Sleep! Kinston hit the GTS on Rollins.
Ranallo: And with it, sent a clear message to you-know-who!
The knee bounces off of Seth's chin. He lands beside Eddie on his feet. Before he can topple over, Kingston whips himself around and takes Seth's head off with a Spinning Backfist. The shot puts Rollins down and Eddie manages to land directly on top of him this time to make the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE UWF CHAMPIONSHIP...
EDDIE KINGSTON!
Eddie rolls off while his music hits the PA and the fans go bananas. He stares up at the ceiling, blood trickling out his mouth, soaking the moment in. A new year. Another chance. Maybe his last, but at least one more. It isn't lost on him. The Mad King sits up and takes some time to process, heavy breathes with a focused expression written all over his face.
Ranallo: I don't know how he found the guts to do it, but Eddie Kingston fought through hell to finally pin Seth Rollins and earn himself another shot at CM Punk.
Phillips: This is validation a long time coming for Kingston, who dropped that tough pair of losses to Rollins last fall. Now, finally, he has a definitive win over the man who snapped his undefeated streak.
Graves: A broken clock is right twice a day. You put these two in the ring ten times, and Eddie wins once at best. If you want to celebrate that, be my guest, be we already know how things are going to go when he's in the ring with the world champ again.
Ranallo: Don't be so sure, Corey. If Eddie Kingston has proven anything since coming to the UWF, it's that you can never count him out of a fight.
Eddie gets up to have his hand raised while Rollins crawls out of the ring, finding Heyman there and heading up the ramp with him. Kingston celebrates while his fans cheer as Revolution comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
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