Post by Danny on Jan 20, 2022 17:06:27 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: We've got a hell of a card tonight highlighted by a bout between the current Television Champion the Big Show where he's gonna squash that cockroach Eddie Kingston!
Mauro Ranallo: Eddie's fought through adversity all his life and if he goes down, you know it'll be swinging. Another man who's been dying to start swinging will get that chance when the UWF Champion CM Punk takes on Hornswoggle.
Tom Phillips Plus the debut of Danhausen!
Corey Graves: We'll watch him get squashausen by the return of the biggest star in movies today, Batista!
Mauro Ranallo: Plus Randy Orton looks to continue on his winning ways when he takes on Rob Conway.
Tom Phillips And in our main event tonight, it's big man vs big man when Wardlow goes up against Roman Reigns but first, let's throw it down to Renee Young who is standing by with the UWF Champion, CM Punk.
The live feed goes backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, CM Punk.
The UWF Champion walks into the shot. He looks like he hasn't been getting much sleep lately. Eyes sunken, jaw tight - the sober superstar is on edge in every sense of the word. Renee has a tough time masking her surprise at Punk's haggard and jagged demeanor, but keeps things professional by launching right into business as usual
Young: Oh... um... right. Thanks for joining me Punk. Tonight you're going one-one-one with Horns -
He cuts her off before she can finish the thought.
Punk: With Hornswoggle, yeah. Look, sorry to cut you off Renee, but let's not stand on ceremony here. Nobody cares about Punk versus Hornswoggle Two. Wanna know how I know? Cause the last time I didn't get top billing on a card I was on was September - and I remember that because I'm a narcissistic prick and it really pissed me off. EC3 knows I the best guy on the roster. He knows that whether UWF fans love me or hate me, they pay to see me.
I'm not puffing my self with all this business-side talk to pat myself on the back. It's just that when you see the Best in the World square off against a guy who's never strung two wins together before we've even hit our second hour of tv time, you can't help but wonder what gives, right? But I get it. So for all the casual viewers out there wondering what the hell is going on, let me explain...
Turning away from Renee, the Second City Saint looks directly into the camera to elaborate.
Punk: Hornswoggle's being offered up as a ritual sacrifice. Ethan Carter doesn't want me head-hunting for the person who took out my best friend with a car, so he's giving me a match to keep me busy tonight. It isn't against a top guy or any potential contenders for the second or third-rate titles, it's against this clown that everyone knows doesn't stand a chance against me. Someone that Carter can afford to see take a proper ass whooping without any serious consequences.
Consummate professional that I am, I'll deliver on the job I'm asked to do. Tonight, I'm going to that ring to massacre Hornswoggle. And then I'm gonna keep on going down the line, one at a time until I find the person responsible for what went down at Slammiversary. Hornswoggle won't be enough. None of it'll be until there's some god damn justice served around here.
A bit taken aback by the sheer hostility in his voice, Renee nevertheless continues with the line of questioning.
Young: Why do you think the culprit hasn't come forward yet?
Punk: That's the sixty-four-thousand dollar question, isn't it? I've got a theory. Whoever's responsible is a coward, through-and-through. They don't have anyone in their lives who respects them or cares about them, so they never could have imagined me having a friend that would save me. But I did. They wanted to take out the World Champ outside of the ring - the only place they might have a chance. A victim, a target - a shot and a miss.
Now they're probably figuring out how to get it right the second time... but my guard's never been higher. I've never been more alert. Plus I've got EC3's security goons trailing me around everywhere making sure I don't stir up too much shit, so I'm harder to get to than ever.
Young: Who do you think is the most likely person behind the attack?
Punk: Honestly, Renee, I wouldn't put it past any of 'em. It could literally have been any person in that locker room. Maybe Eddie Kingston had a buddy ready to come after me if he couldn't win in the belt. Maybe it was Rollins trying to orchestrate a move out of the midcard. Hell, it might have been Dolph Ziggler - losing another important match, taking it out on old enemy. Bray Wyatt, Sami Zayn, Tommaso Ciampa... you can really tell me that none of them are capable of this? No.
As Punk continues to rant and rave, Renee's attention is drawn to something behind him. Her eyes grow wide but he's so caught up in the moment that he doesn't even notice.
Punk: That's why I'm putting the whole damn locker room on notice. Until I get a name, everyone's on the list. I just spent the past year embarrassing these guys for the sport of it, ya know, to prove I was better because I could. Now? Now I'm angry. Now I want to hurt them. I might go out there and slap on the Anaconda Vise and leave it on. I might not stop after the first GTS. Or even the second. Someone out there upped the ante and I'm calling their bluff - cause nobody in this game can play meaner than me. I'm the toughest - wait... what is it? What are you staring at?
Finally catching on that Renee isn't listening anymore, Punk follows her line of site past his shoulder. He spins around to find The Animal standing right behind him. The crowd pops to see Batista almost nose-to-nose with the UWF Champion. All of a sudden, the Straight Edge Superstar is at a loss for words. There's a tense moment - the fans can be heard screaming their heads off, hoping to see the situation escalate. Young backs away, fearing that things might head south. Punk says nothing. It's unclear whether he's ready to throw down or the site of the returning legend has caught so off-guard and unprepared that he's scared stiff. A few seconds later, it's Big Dave who finally breaks the silence.
Batista: You know, it’s a shame to see a veteran make rookie mistakes.
With that, The Animal brushes past Punk, nudging his shoulder as he heads down the hall towards Gorilla position. Renee comes back into the frame, hoping to ask the Champ about what just happened but he storms off in the opposite direction before the interview can continue. Revolution carries on elsewhere.
The scene opens with Randy Orton staring at the camera and be begin to speak.
Hello UWF, tonight is the night. I face my opponent named Rob Conway. I must admit he may be a talent competitor unlike others that haven't quite got there yet. But this man have no idea on what kind of trouble he is getting himself into tonight. Not only is he facing the dangerous Viper himself. He doesn't know that his wrestling career is going to end tonight. Because once he step into this very ring, I will make sure I end his wrestling career once and for all. There won't be no coming back after this Rob. No matter what you say, it will only go on death ears. There will be no Con way tonight. But there will be a only new beginning in this very chapter of UWF. It will just add you to the record books in history that your wrestling career have been killed by the Viper himself. And as for all your excuses on who to lame for all your losses. Nobody including me doesn't have time to hear that bullshit that comes out of your mouth. It's time for you to put up or shut up. Tonight, I am going to make you eat your words when you said you promise you will defeat me. I will make sure that everyone in the damn locker room sees what consequences that you will face when you get stuck in the ring with me. Not only will it be a huge holy sacrifice that you will be a payment to me. Your suffering and your human blood will satisfy my hunger. And not only you will be badly destroyed and beaten to a bloody pulp. I will definitely make sure it will be a memorable moment that Bryan Danielson will remember when it happens to him next.
You see Bryan. You may gain confidence and hype yourself up thinking you will win the Royal Rumble to face CM Punk for his UWF Championship. But believe me, you can tell lies and give yourself false hope of winning all you want. By the end of the day, you are nothing but a hypocrite that will be put down and destroyed. Sure, I may have lost my chances of winning the UWF Championship plenty of times. But at least, I won't give it up that easily like most people nowadays. As you see, I will always get a huge chance of having a match against the UWF Championship anytime and anywhere. As for failing at every opportunity I get. It doesn't bother me because some day the tide will turn and my failures will turn into success. One day, I will win the UWF Championship and I can promise you Bryan that nobody including you will stop me from fulfilling my ultimate goal of becoming UWF Champion.You and everyone in the locker room especially CM Punk may criticize my performance and give me so much hatred every single day. I honestly enjoy all your hatred because it will not only motivate me to do better things and make me take things to the extreme if I want to be successful in my own way. So I don't have any problems breaking the rules and all to get what I want. But I can promise you and everyone else that you all haven't seen anything yet. Expect the unexpected because one day, I will shock the whole world and you all will not see it coming.
Until then, tonight I will end the legacy and horrible wrestling of the biggest hypocrite Rob Conway. You will all know the end is near and you will remember the name who will become the future UWF Champion and rightfully claim the throne.....Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton smiling.
Rob Conway: These past few weeks, these past few months have been nothing short of disastrous for 'The Conman'. Firstly beaten at the hands of a con-spiracy from EC3 and the top brass that kept me out of UWF title contention and then in the next weeks taken out, hospitalised and made a victim at the hands of Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and Paul Heyman. Since Reigns laid his hands on 'The Conman' and left me concussed and battered I had a fire under my ass to take out Seth Rollins, take out Roman Reigns and take the Intercontinental Championship but at Slammiversary it wasn't to be and you know why?, because Roman Reigns decided he'd attack my business manager Maryse. And then there's last week where Tommaso Ciampa, a nobody, a bum pinned my golden, bronzed shoulders to the mat for the one, two, three as clean as a whistle. So 'The Conman' has been thinking for the past week and he's came to the only conclusion there can be... The Contourage is proving too much of a distraction and too much of a burden for 'The Conman' to bare.
Conway removes his sunglasses and has a serious, almost sullen look to his face.
Maryse was the distraction that cost me the Intercontinental Championship and Simon Dean and Sylvan did nothing when Roman Reigns attacked me backstage and did nothing to stop Tommaso Ciampa embarrassing me on worldwide syndicated TV. Rob Conway should be on the top billing of every card, not jerking the curtain with nobodies like Ciampa and certainly not losing to them. And then there's tonight, one on one with 'The Viper' Randy Orton. He may have been a World Champion in the past but right now he's just the same as Ciampa, a mid-card act and certainly not up the standards of 'The Conman'. But then again... what is the standard of 'The Conman' because I've lost to Rollins, I've lost to Ciampa, Kingston, Gable, Lawlor... but it's a new year and I'm not carrying around the dead weight anymore... tonight, Randy Orton is getting the focused Rob Conway that beat AJ Styles, that beat Rey Mysterio, that won the Television Championship and if that Rob Conway can't beat Randy Orton?, then maybe it's time Rob Conway packed his bags and hit the road. In fact... I'm so confident that I'm going to beat Randy tonight, that if I don't?, I promise it will be the last you see of Rob Conway in a UWF ring. But don't worry because I'm about to show the whole world that a focused 'Conman' is a successful 'Conman', so much so that I signed it into my contract for tonight's match and I'll show Randy Orton that... not the right way, not the wrong way... but the CON-WAY.
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!
Tony Chimel: And their opponent…..
Just look at me...
The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Tony Chimmel: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by The Contourage - Simon Dean and Sylvan, from New Albany, Indiana, weighing in at 234 pounds - he is 'The Conman' - Rob Conway!
Conway hops up onto the apron and turns around the face the crowd, he points to each of his abs and seems awful impressed with himself as Dean holds up a Simon System shake next to him in an act of product placement. Conway steps between the ropes and into the ring before he heads towards the hard camera, puts on foot on the middle rope and raises a single finger high in the air as The Contourage take their place at ringisde.
VS 
After the bell rings Orton and Conway meet in the middle of the ring, Conway as usual jaw jacking, he goes for a swing on Orton but the Viper dodges out the way of the strike, delivering an elbow to the jaw, before throwing Conway onto the ropes and hitting him with a Lariat as he comes back, Conway spinning out from the force of the Lariat, Conway manages to slide out and begins to think
Tom Phillips: Orton in dominating control here at the start of this match.
Mauro Ranallo: Conway maybe biting off more than he can chew here.
Corey Graves: Maybe so, Conway usually has the Contourage out here but as we saw earlier he cast them off
Orton just stands in the ring waiting for his opponent to get back in, Conway finishes thinking. Conway gets in and measures Orton, Orton still just stares a hole into him. At that moment Conway decides to go for an all out rush on Orton, Conway rushes Orton with a Lariat attempt but Orton simply side steps Conway, causing him to crash into the corner.
Tom Phillips: Conway tried to go for a blitz attempt on Conway
Mauro Ranallo: What was he thinking, this isn’t a Ballroom
Corey Graves: QUIET MAURO, ONE OF THE GREATEST UWF CAREERS OF ALL TIME IS ON THE LINE AND YOU’RE MAKING JOKES.
Conway staggers back into a snap powerslam from Orton and lands with a crash on the mat, Orton stalks Conway waiting for him to stand back up, Conway groggily gets back to his feet and Orton strikes with a devastating RKO, going for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Your winner of the match…… “The Viper” Randy Orton.
The referee lifts Ortons hand in victory.
As Orton slithers away victorious the crowd turn their attention to Rob Conway who is just coming to in the centre of the ring. He looks aghast at the referee, he looks infuriated, embarrassed, flummoxed and exasperated all at once. He demands a microphone.
Rob Conway: NO.... no... it doesn't end like this!
The crowd are beginning to sing 'na-na-na-na, hey-hey-hey goodbye!' as Conway panics.
Maryse!, Sylvan!, Simon!, come out here, I need you all, I need The Contourage!
Nobody is forthcoming as Conway's voice cracks and all the bravado drops from his voice.
No, no, no!... one more chance!, one more match - this is it, anyone in the back, absolutely anyone come out here right now and take on 'The Conman', if I win I get to stay it's only fair -
CRASH!
Graves: What the hell is this?!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA IT CAN'T BE!
The crowd turn towards the entrance way with a loud roar as a once familiar theme plays over the PA system. To the surprise and shock of everyone the former UWF Champion Shark Boy makes his way out from behind the curtain. Rob Conway looks visibly confused in ring as Shark Boy stands on the stage and looks around at the crowd who are standing on their feet. Shark Boy wastes little time in stomping down to the ring full of piss and vinegar before stepping through the ropes and straight past Conway. Shark Boy hits the top rope and throws his fists high in the air and gives out the fin-salute. He repeats this at each and every corner, the crowd lapping up the return of one of UWF's favourite underdogs.
Rob Conway: What the hell are you doing here?
'SHARK BOY, SHARK BOY!' is the chant from the crowd as Shark Boy snatches the microphone out of Rob Conway's hands.
Shark Boy: It's real simple, son - ol' Shark Boy's back for one thing and one thing only that's to whip some bass and Rob, you sorry son a bitch, you just happen to be first in line so here's to ya!
Shark Boy quickly bashes the microphone over Conway's head blindsiding 'The Conman' and sending him reeling backwards against the ropes, when he bounces back Shark Boy kicks him in the gut and drops him with The Chummer!. Shark Boy drops down and talks a load of trash into Conway's face as he lays motionless in the centre of the ring.
AND THAT'S THE FISHIN' LIIIIIIINE COS SHARK BOY SAID SO!
Shark Boy tosses the microphone out of the ring and walks over Conway's body to the ring corner where he once again mounts the ropes and throws his fists high in the air. He is thrown a can of 'Sharkweiser' that he tosses back all over his mask to the delight of the crowd. Shark Boy stops and pours one over Conway as he slowly rolls out of the ring and out of sight for good. Shark Boy continues to lap up the adoration of the crowd as we go elsewhere.
IF I CAN DO IT, SO CAN YOU. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HARD WORK LOOKS LIKE, LOOK AT ME. IF YOU NEED SOME ENCOURAGEMENT, THEN THIS RIGHT HERE, IS FOR ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAD TO WORK TO GET TO WHERE THEY ARE.
The mad king was backstage. Nothing was slowing down for him. It was pedal to the medal. He was fresh of a victory against Seth Rollins, but that was not the end for him. He was stepping into the ring with The Big Show.
“No one said it was going to be easy. No one said getting to this moment was going to be a walk in the park. No one said that I would even make it this far, but here I am. I am right there. So close to getting to where I need to be. So close to getting to that final stop and has it be easy. Fuck no. Everything you can think about, has been thrown my way. Every possible worse outcome you can think about, yep – it has happened to me. I have been beaten by the best in the world. I have been knocked back countless times, but here I stand. Ready for me. Ready to do it all over again, because quitting and giving up – nah. Not something I would ever do. If I pulled out now, if I walked away, I would never be able to return home. You see where I come from, you gotta fight. Everyone on the streets, is fighting for something better. A way out. A life that is worth fucking living. Most don’t make it, but do they ever stop? Do they ever just give up and accept defeat. Are you kidding me. My home town, we don’t breed quitters. We breed fighters. We breed men and woman who have the balls to stand up to what they believe in. Who are willing to get their hands fucking dirty and do what needs to be done. Most have families, children. They carry the weight of the world on there shoulders. There working three jobs, constantly breaking themselves. Beating themselves into the ground, to get better. How can I give up, how can I ever accept defeat, when there are people like that, out there – watching me right now. In my corner, supporting me like never before. I will never give up, as long as each and every single one of you believe in me.”
He would take a pause. He knew what it was like to have nothing. To have to fight for everything you get. He knew what it was like to have no one backing you, no one believing you. People saying you would never amount to anything at all. That you are a failure. He knew that sting better than anyone. He knew the taste of failure; the taste of defeat and he had not once let it crush him. He had not once let it drag him down. He had rolled with the punches, to make it to this moment.
“I know that tonight, it can all end. I am stepping into the ring with The Big Show. Can you fucking believe it? I used to sit in my porch with friends, watching him tear it up back in the day and to step into the ring with him, is nothing short of an honour. I know what this is. UWF is not like anywhere else. There is no easy road here. You want to be the man, you have to prove it. You have to show them that you can do it. Seth Rollins last week, it nearly killed me. Going against him, was not easy, but I showed him and each and every single one of you, that if you really believe in yourself, if you really push yourself – you can overcome anything. I overcame Seth Rollins. I put him down and is it the end, no. Of course not. I know he will be coming back for me. I know he will be chasing after me once more and I welcome it. Tonight, is about a new challenge. It is about Big Show. It is about trying to do the impossible and put a giant in the ground. I have faced fat pieces of shit like him before. The old saying, you know it right. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. That is gonna happen tonight, because no matter how big he is, he can still be brought down. I can still backhand his fat fucking head clean of his shoulders. All I need to do, is endure. All I need to do is roll with the punches. All I need to do, is see the end. CM Punk is right around the corner. He is within reach. He is closer now than he ever was and sure, he has a hard on for me. He thinks I had something to do with the shit he is in. He can think all he wants. All I need to do damage, is my hands and nothing else. I know that he is hoping that Big Show ends me tonight. I invite him to come down, sit and watch. Seth Rollins and Big Show. Two of the best there ever were, two men that the mad king will have beaten, to prove to CM Punk and the world, that he is worthy of being the next world heavyweight champion.”
He would lower his hands to his waist and motion around it that the title was there. That was what it was all about. He was walking into hell tonight. Into a match with a monster. Into a match with a man that would rip his head clean off his shoulders. Was it going to be easy, no. This was going to be like nothing he has ever done before, this was going to be like no match he has ever been in before and with the smirk on his face, it was clear – that he was ready for this.
A pre-recorded video begins to play which is set in the backstage area of the arena. The camera pans past some technical crew doing final setup checks in the background and focusses in on Danhausen, who is set to make his in-ring debut on tonight’s edition of Revolution.
Danhausen
Well my friends, the time has come, raise the roofhausen and have some fun. That’s right, Danhausen is finally here in the Revolution zone. The early indicators are that this is a very nice, very evil place, meaning Danhausen fits in perfectly. Catering is generally acceptable here, although not enough snackhausens on offer, which is somewhat disappointing. Nevertheless, Danhausen isn’t here to eat Big Sumo’s weight in Hot Pockets. He is here to teach a lesson to the returning movie star Davetista, who had the audacity to not only steal the deserved spotlight from Danhausen last week, but also show Danhausen up in an unprofessional manner during in his press briefing thing.
Danhausen briefly pauses to shake his head in disgust before resuming.
Danhausen
Why did he choose to do this? Did Danhausen ever poke fun at Davetista for his past Ultimate Wrestling failings? Or did Danhausen ever mention to anyone that Davetista came across as boring in his Blade Runner 2049 role? Of course not, because Davetista never did anything that Danhausen considered worthy of investing his incredibly valuable time in. Tonight however is a different story, because Davetista has both Danhausen’s valuable time and full attention. If he steps into that ring tonight and looks down his nose at Danhausen, then Danhausen will return the favour by delivering a swift punch right to the money maker!... That’s the face by the way for anyone that’s confusing ‘money maker’ for the…
At this point Danhausen indicates the groin area with hand motions instead of saying it by name.
Danhausen
Regardless, Davetista will learn first hand tonight that actions always have consequences. Particularly when Danhausen is the one in charge of inflicting the punishment, and there are more to his game than just well executed hand movements that is for certain. But Danhausen will not disclose any more spoilers at this time. Rather he asks you to watch closely this evening, so that he can show all of you as well as Davetista exactly why he is money!
Suddenly out of nowhere, Danhausen brandishes two sacks of money in either hand and proceeds to cut a wide grin as the pre-recorded footage draws to a close.
P U N K
The UWF Champion marches purposefully out on to the ramp, strobe lights flashing in time with the pulsing rhythm of "Digging for Windows". With his name spread big and bold up on the titantron, Punk takes a knee and checks the invisible wrist watch to confirm the time. Love him or hate him, the fans all scream along when he announces that it's Clobberin' Time!
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... The UWF Champion... CM PUNK!
The UWF Champion walks down the ramp and he is extremely angry. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The Renaissance is realized. This is a man who has re-established himself as Best in the World and he knows out. He carries himself with bulletproof confidence, daring any and all comers to take their shot. CM Punk look around at his surroundings before he stand at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.
VS 
Chimel: Next... from Dublin, Ireland... weighing in at 147 pounds... The King, Hornswoggle!
"Down With The King" by Run DMC hits as King Hornswoggle come out to a chorus of boos and he smiles wearing his crown. He walks down the entrance ramp waving all to his peasants as he turns to the right and he walk up the steel steps. He walk along the ropes as he stops and he slides under the ring ropes.
DING DING
CM Punk and Hornswoggle stare at each other in the ring. CM Punk raise his hand out to Hornswoggle and Hornswoggle look at the crowd before he look back at him. He walk over and he shakes his hand. They shake each other hands until CM Punk lift Hornswoggle and he set him up for the GTS. But Hornswoggle slip out as he rake CM Punk in the eyes and he start taunting CM Punk. He mocks Phil by pointing to his wrist and he start tapping it.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh My god, Hornswoggle is mocking the UWF Champion.
Corey Graves: He shouldn't have done that. He has just made CM Punk even more angrier!
CM Punk scream in pain as he gets mad and he run after Hornswoggle. CM Punk chase Hornswoggle around the ring until Hornswoggle went to the referee and CM Punk is about to hit him. Then Hornswoggle hid behind the referee as CM Punk stop in his tracks and he didn't want to hit the referee. So he back off and he didn't see Hornswoggle climb the turnbuckle. Punk turn to the turnbuckle as Hornswoggle jump off the turnbuckle and he hit him with a Headscissors takedown. CM Punk fall down and Hornswoggle walk over to Phil. He starts punching him with his little fists until Punk push him off and send him flying to the other side of the ring. CM Punk get up and he run at Hornswoggle as he tries to grab him. Hornswoggle slide under him as he stomp on his foot and CM Punk scream. He holds his foot as Hornswoggle use the opportunity to hit him with a spear and CM Punk is down again. Hornswoggle hook the leg and the referee begin the count.
1........
2........
and a kick out.
Hornswoggle run over to Punk and he pick him up. But CM Punk knock him down with a huge punch as Hornswoggle fall down and CM Punk walk over to the turnbuckle. He starts untying strings of the turnbuckle and Hornswoggle gets up. CM Punk grab him and he whip him to the exposed turnbuckle as Hornswoggle hits the expose turnbuckle hard. He hits the floor hard after hitting the exposed turnbuckle while CM Punk is smiling and he gives the signal it is time for him to finish him. CM Punk pick up Hornswoggle and he hits a GTS. Hornswoggle is knock out and CM Punk hook the leg.
Mauro Ranallo: Once again, Hornswoggle couldn't defeat the UWF Champion by a long shot.
Tom Phillips: King Hornswoggle has tried his best.
Corey Graves: Are you kidding me Tom? The stupid dwarf has just got his ass handed to him again. I am glad CM Punk kick him to the curb and send him back whehrever he belong because he is just of everyone's time in UWF!
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Tony Chimel: Winner by pinfall, UWF Champion CM Punk!
CM Punk get his hand in the air by the referee while Hornswoggle get up dizzy. He shakes his head and brush himself off as he get up from the floor like as if nothing has happen to him. He run outside of the ring and he goes into the crowd as he see a man drinking beer. He steals his beer as he starts drinking it and the man get upset. He cursed out Hornswoggle as Hornswoggle run off and he is laughing while he is drinking beer. Hornswoggle disappear with the man chasing him while the referee hand CM Punk his UWF Championship belt. CM Punk takes the UWF Championship and he places it on his shoulder and heads to the back to continue his own investigation.
As there’s a break in the action, things head backstage where Batista is seated and looking into the camera.
Batista: I was going to hold another press conference but let’s be honest, I don’t want to hear what you idiots have to say. Even if I did, I don’t have to because I know ninety-nine or one hundred percent of it would be about how you’re putting all of your eggs into the Danhausen basket. How does it not hurt to be that dumb, to be that horrible a judge of character? I mean you look at a guy like me and then look at a guy like him and stand us next to each other and the outcome should be common sense. But much like the goof you’re rooting for, a lot of you lack common sense. But maybe that’s not all that’s going on here. Maybe it’s not just that you’re dumb and lack common sense. You hate guys like me because I’m more athletic and talented than you’ll ever be and make more money with one movie than you make in a year at your deadend nine-to-five. So you cling to someone like Danhausen like he’s a hero because he’s an everyman, and you think that if he beats me then, by proxy, you’ve beaten me too. Well not only is living vicariously through anyone instead of going for your own success pathetic, but picking a goober like Danhausen, when you weigh it out, is worse.
Danhausen doesn’t belong here. This is Revolution where, for lack of a better term right now, revolutionary things happen. There’s nothing revolutionary about Phantasio 2.0 there. But what you can bet is revolutionary is everything yours truly does from here on out.
Batista continues to look into the camera as Revolution continues.
Renee Young: Good evening UWF Universe! I am sitting here with live with the trio of Paul Heyman and his clients: Intercontinental Champion Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns. Please welcome my guests on the set!
The crowd boo’s in unison as the trip collectively smirk while Rollins rub the face of his championship clean.
Renee Young: After mutilating two massive win streaks here in the UWF recently, you had your own personal win streak crushed last week by the hands of Eddie Kingston in a number one contendership match to the UWF Championship. What are your thoughts and feelings about that one week later?
The happy look on Seth’s face changed to one of instant annoyance.
Seth Rollins: My thoughts are that I should have never had to compete for the opportunity that I have already PROVEN that I deserved. My feelings should be obvious: losing to that overweight New York sewer rat isn’t something that I particularly planned on happening, especially after I kicked his ass twice on live TV already. I’m more of a patient opportunist though. There will come a time when I will have a chance to correct all of these doings, the Universe has been doing a wonderful job of granting me what I desire; even if it isn’t at the time that I desire it.
Patience is truly a virtue. However, I’m only willing to be patient for so long before I start to take things into my own hands and bending things to my favor.
Renee Young: At the end of Slammiversary, the world saw Samoa Joe get struck down by a car. CM Punk and EC3 are heavily involved in locating the suspect and nobody on the roster has been ruled out. Any thoughts on that?
Seth Rollins: Listen I know what you’re trying to say. It wasn’t me and I wasn’t affiliated. Besides, if it was me, I wouldn’t have missed CM Punk. And if I did, I would have put that car in reverse and kept trying to strike him down until I succeeded. Which if you recall, I pinned Mr. Punk clean in the ring a few weeks prior with no interference or distractions. I don’t need a car to take him down. The way how I see it, he deserved to be struck down since that title on his waist belongs to me.
Renee Young: Using that philosophy, does your Intercontinental Championship belong to Ciampa?
Seth Rollins immediately rolls his eyes so hard they almost get stuck in the back of his head. Rollins begins to turn red with rage until Heyman steps in to calm him down and answer the question.
Paul Heyman: Now wait just a damn minute Renee. Did you not hear my client say that he pinned CM Punk clean with no distraction? Ciampa did NOT do that. He got a FLUKE win in a FLUKE scenario by a FLUKE distraction. Ciampa didn’t prove anything that night, he hasn’t proven anything up to this point, and he won’t be proving anything soon for his career. The only thing that he’ll be proving is that the Prime-Time Medal is in fact a curse for a wrestler’s career and longevity in this business.
Drew Mcintyre, Eddie Kingston, & Kevin Nash—all men that are FAILURES in this business, in this company, and in life itself. (Kevin Nash had a little success in the 90’s but that was like 4 generations ago.) There will be no happy ending for Ciampa. His best bet is to put that medal down and go look to compete against someone else. My client will be making Ciampa relevant for the first time in his wrestling career by giving him a big-time match on pay per view. But my client Seth Rollins will be out for blood. He will be inflicting pain on Ciampa of the likes that he has never seen or felt before. Seth Rollins will be looking to make another example of a man on the roster, and he will be coming back to avenge his loss to Ciampa. It’s going to be a repeat of what happened to Rob Conway just so recently. I’m sure you remember the concussion he received backstage a few weeks prior to Seth Rollins crushing his skull in with the curb stomp and then pinning him? A similar fate awaits Ciampa. If he had any brains, he would run for the hills.
Renee Young: My last question of the night goes to Roman. Tonight, you are returning to the ring for live action again Wardlow. Are you concerned at all about the match? What do you think about the message that Wardlow and Ciampa are trying to send?
Roman Reigns: You know Renee, these questions seem just a bit disrespectful. First you accused Seth of running down that weak ass UWF Champion that we have. Now you’re acting like Ciampa and Wardlow are threats to us. You even claimed that the Intercontinental Championship might belong to Ciampa. If you haven’t noticed, we don’t take kindly to disrespect and illiterate remarks on our names. We didn’t get in the position that we are in now by just tolerating any slander on our names.
It’s becoming clearer by the day that we may just have to take things into our hands to shut you people up and get you all to recognize exactly what the hell we’re doing around here. You think I’m concerned with those two jackoffs?
Renee Young: I think that—
Roman Reigns: That’s a rhetorical question sweetheart. Those clowns are going to get their asses whipped by us, and the only question is when. Now I would advise you to watch how you speak to us. You don’t want to get added on the Universe’s hit list. Because tonight, the person with that honor is Wardlow. Soon it will be Ciampa himself, and you can bet your ass that they will ACKNOWLEDGE US.
The trio stare an uncomfortable hole at Renee until the scene fades to black.
We head back to the ring where the #1 contender to the UWF Championship, Eddie Kingston is already in the ring pacing back and forth, ready for his match.
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. He looks over at Kingston and laughs before asking for the mic.
Show: Is this really the best UWF has to offer? I keep asking for competition and all I get is jobber after jobber. This guys is the #1 contender to the UWF Championship? I'll tell you what kid, after I finish this match, I'm putting my title on the line against anyone else who wants to come down that ramp and face me for the title, how about that!
Mauro Ranallo: Wow! Big Show just laid down the gauntlet.
Corey Graves: This didn't really work out for him the last time he defended his title after a match.
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Big Show walks to the center of the ring to meet up with Kingston and puts his hand up on top of his to pet his head, showing just low little he thinks of the current #1 contender. Kingston smacks big Show's hand away and start laying in some punches to the giant. Show shoves Eddie away but Kingston is on him like a pitbull, rushing back and swinging away at the bigger man. Big Show reaches out and grabs Eddie by the head and delivers a Headbutt that staggers him. Big Show then takes his block off with a Big Boot! He goes for the pin!
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Eddie kicks out at 1! The Television Champion picks Kingston right back up but Eddie lays in a boot to the gut followed by a Jumping DDT! Big Show lands right on his head and flops over rolling up into a seated position. Eddie runs to the ropes and comes back to deliver the American D to the back of Show's head! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Eddie Kingston!
Tom Phillips: Well looks like Big Show bit off a bit more than he could chew.
Corey Graves: And you guys heard him, he's gonna defend his title against whoever comes out next.
Eddie walks to the back, happy enough with the tune up match but was hoping for more of a fight. Big Show sits up and shakes his head as music hits.
Corey Graves: Oh no!
Mauro Ranallo: He's back!
Tom Phillips: I guess the Honeymoon's been cancelled.
Mauro Ranallo: Who needs a Honeymoon when you can become the Television Champion!
John Cena runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Big Show gets up and the ref asks if he wants to do the match. Big Show puts his dukes up and nods his head yes and the ref calls for the bell!
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Big Show comes at Cena looking for a Knockout Punch but Cena ducks it and hoists the Giant onto his shoulders! Big Show kicks his feet around but it's not long before Cena throws him up and hits the Attitude Adjustment! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Television Champion, Joooooooooooohn Cena!
Eve runs into the ring and hugs Cena, handing him the Television Championship. The couple celebrate while Big Show lays motionless in the ring as the show moves on...
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. Tommaso Ciampa and Wardlow are walking down the concrete arena hallways. Members of the UWF staff and road crew part like the red sea to avoid getting in the way of the Prime Time Champ and his enormous partner - their violent and ill-tempered reputations precedes them. They stop dead in their tracks, though, when someone calls after the Sicilian Psycho from behind.
Punk: Hey Ciampa!
They tandem turn to find CM Punk coming towards them. He stops a few feet shy when Wardlow steps between him and Tommaso. The Second City Saint sizes up the bodyguard and puts a defensive hand up.
Punk: Easy there, big guy. Don't go blowing up before your match, now.
Ciampa: The hell do you want Punk
Punk: I know you two like to keep to yourselves, so I'm not sure whether or not you noticed me and EC3 running around last week trying to nail down everyone's whereabouts towards the end of Slammiversary. Carter wants to keep this investigation in-house, except I don't trust him to get the job done right so I've taken matters into my own hands. Let me tell ya, this shit's been keeping me up at night. I'm racking my brain, trying to figure out who would have the audacity to go that far to get at me. I tried to narrow it down to a list of people who knew they could never beat me straight up for the belt, but that didn't help. I talked to all these guys who are supposedly "next in line" types, ya know, Kingston, Rollins, even Chad Gable.
Honestly, I haven't crossed their names off yet, but just this morning, it dawned on me that there was one guy I wasn't looking at close enough. See I'd kinda brushed you aside - why would a guy holding the golden ticket to an Intercontinental title match come gunning for me when he has his own problems to worry about? Why not go after Rollins instead? But then again, Wrestlemania's right around the corner and you mix time and opportunity and a little bit of psychosis and suddenly you've got something a lot like "motive". And since the two of you can be into two places at once, I'm calling that "means", too.
I'm not interested in some bullshit alibi or watching you put your hand over your heart and swearing you didn't do it. All I want is for the person responsible for permanently injuring my best friend with a god damn car to own up and face me like a man. I'm not hiding from anyone - if someone wants to hit me so bad, I'm easy to find. So tell me, Tom, what have you been up to lately?
The UWF Champ scowls at Ciampa, waiting for an answer. Wardlow looks like he's ready to break the guy in half right then and there but Tommaso opts to dignify the accusation with an answer.
Ciampa: First off, my business isn't any of yours alright until I make you my business. You're right, I have a guaranteed Intercontinental Championship shot; a shot at a title that I've been working my ass off to get, so why the hell would I risk it by trying to run you over. I know I'm not the sanest person on the roster but even I'm not crazy enough to blow that.
I don't know who tried to hit you but it wasn't me. I might not like you Punk, hell I despise the damn ground that you walk on but I have enough respect for you as UWF Champion to not attack you like a coward. If I wanted to take you out of action, trust me it's taking a lot of willpower not to do it now, I wouldn't use a car. I like getting my hands dirty when it comes to this, I certainly wouldn't do a damn hit and run, if I was attempting to take out the world champion, I want the world to know.
As for Wardlow he's been with me 24/7, kind of the point or security and like me he likes to use his hands. I don't know who hit Joe and frankly I don't care, what I care about right now is the IC belt but trust me Punk once I win that and then the Rumble, if you retain against Kingston, I won't use a car to take you out, I'll gladly do it in the ring and put you next to Joe in the hospital.
On that note, Ciampa turns and leaves. He clearly has some other fish to fry. Wardlow stays behind a moment longer, making sure Punk's not about to try anything. The UWF Champion just shakes his head and turns to go off in the opposite direction as Revolution continues elsewhere.
We see Danielson backstage and he is shadow boxing Danielson see’s the camera and he speaks
Bryan Danielson: I swear the cameraman are everywhere here. If it isn’t an interviewer it is one of you guys. Listen last week I proved myself to be one of the champions here in the UWF. The Big Show was in the ring with me and learned there is a difference in levels to this sport. I showed that to him. Now once again I have an annoying thorn on my side.
Randy you’re like Machine Gun Kelly’s music. I keep hearing it on the radio and I know people think it is good but I can’t stand it. Randy you make me sick and I figured you would move on from me. But you are obsessed. Obsessed with me and trying to prove that you’re the better man. Guess what Randy you won! You beat me so what more do you want? Is it because you want to do something harmful to me and ruin my career?
Randy if you want to prove a point to me then do it but just know I won’t take this sitting down because I have bigger goals here in the UWF. You know my return has been kind of lackluster and I don’t want to blame you Randy. I will admit there have been distractions. But now with the Royal Rumble right around the corner now is the opportunity to reset what people think of Bryan Danielson right now.
Randy winning that Rumble would be embarrassing for you. You would hate that if I got an opportunity that you failed at. You failed at becoming the world champion but how embarrassing would it be for you if I won the Rumble and my first attempt at the world title. That would be embarrassing to you and Randy beating you in a match isn’t impressive. You have lost many of times here in the UWF.
But getting your ego hurts is what is most satisfying. So I am going to declare it now. Bryan Danielson is entering the Royal Rumble and not only is Bryan Danielson entering the Rumble he is going to win the Rumble. No more waiting for the American Dragon to arrive he is here. And at the Rumble many of you will be able to say again what you have been waiting for since I return as I win that Rumble.
“YES YES YES”
So Randy, and everyone else just know get ready to get your head kicked in and lose some teeth along the way.
Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...
Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.
Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!
Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.
”I Walk Alone” begins playing, sending the crowd into an uproar as many are booing but there are still fans sprinkled amongst them that are cheering the big man. Without much delay, out he walks and begins making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, BATISTA!
Batista enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
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The bell has rung but Batista just leans back in the corner with his shades still on. He can't really believe that this is what his debut match is, even though he wanted it. Danhausen meanwhile just stands there with a... look on his face. Quite hard to tell if it's fear, confusion or just plain blank. He walks up to big Dave with his T-rex style hands and kind of just lightly taps at him. telling him he's ready to go and to lock up. Batista can't believe the gall and just straight up knees him in the gut! Danhausen falls to his knees and tries to breathe some air back in but Batista grabs a handful of hair and simply ragdolls him across the ring. Danhausen goes flying and lands hard but gets back up in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles. Dave comes running over to deliver massive Clothesline in the corner that nearly knocks Danhausen out of his boots! Batista then goes low and starts ramming his shoulder into his stomach with repeated Shoulder Thrusts. He finally takes hi shades off and tosses them on the floor.
Corey Graves: Looks like Ethan hired back some weekly jobbers. always good to see our stars show off just how good they are. When you have back and forth matches, people tend to think anyone could get in the ring but even the lowest levels guys here are elite talent. Meanwhile this scrub will be back in bingo halls tomorrow.
Mauro Ranallo: While there's some truth in that, Danhausen has amassed a big cult following on the indies and he's looking to translate that to the big leagues here tonight.
Corey Graves: I'm sure he is but he can keep his cult status while Big Dave here makes the big bucks.
Batista backs off and Danhausen falls to the mat holding his stomach. Batista is all smiles as he gestures to him as if you say, this is the man you cheer for? He grabs him by the head and pulls him back up before Irish Whipping him to the ropes. Danhausen bounces off and into Batista's waiting arms where he goes for a Spinebuster but Danhausen kicks off with a Dropkick! Batista stumbles over to the ropes and Danhausen rotates his arm in a circle before running at him with a Clothesline! Batista however is unfazed. He just shoots daggers at Danhausen who slowly backs away with his hands up. Batista charges at him but Danhausen backs up towards the ropes and pulls them down to send Batista barreling over the top! Danhausen quickly goes over to the corner and climbs to the top rope while Big Dave gets to his feet. It's not long before all 300 pounds of Danhausen come crashing down onto Batista to take him down!
Tom Phillips: After the big press conference and bold words, what's Batista going to say if he ends up losing his return match?
Corey Graves: Don't be foolish Phillips, the day Batista loses to this clown is the day you're a better commentator than me.
Danhausen tries to pick up Batista to toss him back into the ring but the Animal easily shoves him away. Danhausen tries to come back but Batista rams him back first into the apron! If that wasn't enough, he picks him up in the air and delivers a Back Suplex onto the apron! Big Dave's back in control now as he pushes Danhausen into the ring and climbs in as well. Danhausen is trying to get to his feet but Batista simply comes over and picks him up onto his shoulder to deliver a Running Powerslam! He makes the pin!
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Danhausen kicks out! Batista is tired of playing games and wants to end things already. He grabs his opponent's head and shoves it between his legs. He looks around at the crowd, pure smugness emanating from him as he lifts Danhausen up. Danhausen is hoisted up with such speed that he's able to leap right over Batista's head and land on his feet! Batista turns around and eats a Pump Kick to the face! Batista falls down to a knee and Danhausen rushes over to the corner where his beloved jar of teeth lie in wait. He grabs it and walks over to Dave and pours the teeth into his mouth! He backs away and then hits a Running Big Boot to Batista and the teeth go flying all over the place! He makes the pin!
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Batista kicks out right away! He wain't having none of that shit as he sits up and tries to spit out all the teeth. The ref tries to clean these up and while this is happening, Danhausen runs to the corner and starts to undo the the middle turnbuckle. He's able to get the pad off and tosses it into the crowd. A nice souvenir for a fan. He sees Batista getting up and so he runs over and starts stomping on him. Batista is easily able to power through these hits and shoves Danhausen away. The very famous wrestler runs right back at him only to get caught with a Spinebuster! He makes the pin!
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Danhausen gets the shoulder up at 2!
Corey Graves: I don't know how this clown hasn't been disqualified yet but no worries, Batista is about to make him wish he got himself disqualified.
Mauro Ranallo: Danhausen has a way of getting into people's minds, I wouldn't be surprised if the ref doesn't even know what he was picking up.
Batista stands back up and walks over to the corner. He lowers down in a 4 point stance and waits for Danhausen to rise, measuring him for the Spear. Danhausen slowly crawls to the corner and uses the ropes to help him get up. He turns around and Batista comes charging at him with a Spear! Danhausen however leaps over him and Batista's head rams right into the exposed corner! Batista stumbles back and Danhausen catches him with a Schoolboy from behind!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Danhausen!
Danhausen is quick to exit the ring as Batista flips out. He yells at the ref and kicks the bottom rope while Danhausen is already all the way up the ramp. Batista is still yelling at the ref as the show continues.
We head backstage where EC3 walks up to Sami Zayn
*Just pretend Shane is EC3 OK!*
EC3: Hello Sami, I assume you know why I'm here today.
Sami Zayn: Yeah, to get to the bottom of where El Generico is!
EC3: I don't have time for games and-
Sami Zayn: Exactly! The sooner we find him and put Bray Wyatt behind bars, the better!
EC3: Fine you want to play it that way, where were you when Samoa Joe was run down? You were gone all day. You didn't escort Generico to the ring. Maybe you were planning something? Generico also disappeared during his match. Bray Wyatt and him planning something together? Is that why they haven't been seen since Slammiversary?
Sami looks downright frightened by this line of questioning.
EC3: Just be straight with me. I've got law enforcement breathing down my neck. What happened that night? Where did Bray Wyatt take you? Did he mention anything about CM Punk?
Sami Zayn: Oh this is rich! You need my help but the thing is, what are you going to do to help me out?
EC3: What do you want?
Sami Zayn: Boy oh boy, what do I want!? You know those pesky UWF doctors have yet to give a certain someone clearance to get back into the ring despite all evidence pointing to that fact that he can still go. Sure you could put a mask on him and pretend he's someone else but it cut off his peripheral and that's like 80% of wrestling. Let's go to your office and we can talk more about that and what happened with Bray Wyatt.
Sami takes EC3's shoulder and leads him away as the show continues.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!
THIS IS WAR
An unfamiliar theme plays as the UWF faithful are left momentarily quietened by this, could it be a new debut, a returning star, whoever it is they have the fans hyped, that hype however turns to anger as the insurance policy of Tommaso Ciampa, Wardlow, walks out onto stage. Conspicuous by his absence is the aforementioned Prime Time Medal holder but Wardlow continues down to the ring without a second thought, the venom from the fan raining down on the massive man but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He's traded in his signature suit for some wrasslin' gear, showing off that goliathan physique to the fans for the first time since the Spooky Casino Battle Royale.
Chimel: Introducing first... weighing in at 267 pounds... from Cleveland, Ohio... Wardlow!
The bonafide HOSS climbs into the ring and waits for his opponent to join him there.
The crowd is on their feet as the horns blare throughout the arena and multiple bright blue lasers begins to shine from the top of the ramp. The “Big Dog” Roman Reigns steps out from behind the curtains as the fans begins to boo in unison causing the arena floor to shake and tremble with murmurs. Reigns is followed by his special council Paul Heyman and fellow Universal Enforcer, the Intercontinental Champion Seth Rollins. Paul Heyman is holding the holding the Championship firmly while duo the duo stare at crowd down and eat the boo’s for a meal.
A tremendous amount of pyro shoots out of the stage from behind the trio as continue to make their way down the ramp. Roman Reigns leads the pack as he slowly climbs up the steel ramps and enters the ring from the side. He takes his jumpsuit off to display his true ring attire, still eating up the boo’s from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Seth Rollins and Paul Heyman... weighing in at 280 pounds... from Pensacola, Florida... He is 'The Samoan Chief' Roman Reigns!
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The two big men march to the center of the ring, jaw-jacking like there's no tomorrow. It's a lot of trash talk from a couple fellas who usually don't have much to say. There's something to be proven here tonight, though. This is some Godzilla versus Kong stuff.
Portions of the audience rally behind the superstar they hate a little bit less. Not unlike the Intercontinental Champion's most recent title defense, warring chants to the tune of "KILL HIM ROMAN", "KILL HIM WARDLOW", and "YOU BOTH SUCK" fill the arena. The majority seem to be hoping for mutually assured destruction.
It's Wardlow that strikes first. He blasts Reigns across the face with a forearm shiver. Roman backs up a step, wiggling his jaw back and forth, making sure that pearly white smile of his is still in tact. All good. He then retaliates with that signature uppercut of his, bringing his fist up from the hip to connect flush with the mononymous one's chin.
Phillips: Wow! Some heavy hitting early on.
Phillips: We haven't had a chance to see much in-ring action from these men lately, or in the case of Wardlow, at all in the UWF. Reigns, of course, a former International Champion. Meanwhile Ciampa's insurrance policy celebrated his thirty-fourth birthday yesterday and is just getting started in a young, promising career.
Phillips: I'd say it benefits a guy like Wardlow to be working alongside a talent like Tommaso Ciampa, but surprisinly the Prime Time Medalist isn't joining him at ringside tonight.
Graves: Ciampa isn't his coach. He pays Wardlow to handle the dirty business for him.
A slugfest ensues in the dead center of the squared circle. The giants are trading blows, like waves crashing against a cliff and being pushed right back by the unmoving stone. Strike for strike, Reigns and Wardlow look to one up each other while exchanging strikes that would knock out your average joe.
The donnybrook sees a change in direction when Reigns finally fakes another uppercut. Wardlow braces himself only to be caught off guard by a knee to the midsection. Roman slaps on a front headlock and shifts his weight back, angling for a DDT. Ciampa's heater plants his feet to avoid being dropped then pushes forward, driving the Samoan back-first into one of the turnbuckles.
Ranallo: The tale of the tape suggests Roman has a slight weight advantage, but the younger Wardlow might just have the edge in terms of sheer power.
Graves: Maybe so, but Reigns has the advantage of having two geniuses in his corner.
Both Seth and Paul E. are barking up encouragement and advice at their boy. Not that Roman needs it. The man's held his share of gold in the UWF over the years and he flexes some of that experience when the Referee comes over looking for a clean break and he tags Wardlow as he's backing away.
The cheap shot earns a roar of boos from the crowd. Reigns ignores the peanut gallery as he swarms Wardlow, wrapping him up in a Thai clinch and landing a series of knee lifts into his face. Dazed by the onslaught, the Ohio native is then sent into the ropes on shaky legs. He rebounds back and gets scooped onto the Big Dog's shoulders. A Samoan Drop lands flush and Roman lies back after the impact to try for a pin...
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Wardlow powers out with authority just after the two count, actually knocking Roman away a fair distance with the kick-out. Reigns' poker face can't hide a bit of surprise. He goes right back to work, though, looking to get in a mount and land some ground-and-pound. As he's trying to get into perfect position, Wardlow rolls him over and the both of them tumble through the ropes to the floor.
The fans pop as the action spills to the outside. Heyman and Rollins circle the ring to get a closer loo. Seeing them out of the corner of his eye, the Referee warns them not to get involved.
Phillips: Nice work by the Official to keep Rollins and Heyman on a short leash. You can't trust either guy as far as you could throw them.
Ranallo: Not that Wardlow is a saint himself, mind you.
Roman is the first to his feet. He grabs Wardlow by the hair on his scalp and drags him to a vertical base while the Official starts a ten count...
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Reigns decks him with an uppercut. Wardlow swallows the shot like it ain't nothing but a thang then wraps his arm around his opponent with a monsterous bear hug.
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That bearhug turns into something much more vicious when he snaps back to execute a huge belly-to-belly suplex! Roman slams into the arena floor and then rolls unceremoniously into the barricade.
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Wardlow gets right back up, drags Roman to his feet by the wrist and attempts to whip him into the stairs. Reigns plants his feet and counters, instead sendin Wardlow charging in the other direction. He slams into the barricade where it turns to go around the ring, rattling the guard rail a good ten feet in either direction.
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Reigns takes a second to shake the cobwebs and catch his breath. Rollins is cackling and cheering him on like a mad man. Roman lets out the ol' "OOO AH", flinging his arms to the side as he prepares to break his enemy in half.
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Wardlow uses the barricade to help himself up, too shook to know what kinda danger he's in. Trying to blink thr blur out of his vision, he turns around groggily as Roman is rushing towards him, aiming for a Spear.
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Ranallo: It might only take one big power move to end this contest. Reigns could put a stamp on this with the Spear.
Graves: When Rollins and Ciampa square off for the Intercontinental Championship, that's another matter entirely, but there's no denying that whoever's second man gets the win here might having something of a mental edge going into that match.
Phillips: Wardlow said as much in the lead-up to this. He knows that Rollins and Reigns have a fraternal bond and that putting a hurt on the Big Dog could take it's toll on Seth.
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Reigns propels himself through the air like a torpedo, hurtling towards Wardlow's midesction. Ciampa's problem solver manages to catch him, though, and even parlay that momentum in his favour. He flips Roman up on to his shoulders, twisting him out of the Spear and into perfect Powerbomb position! Wardlow drives Reigns back-first into the ring apron with an enormous slam!
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Roman bounces off the edge. Wardlow catches him and rolls him under the ropes, sliding in to join him there just before the ten count can fall. Reigns rolls away, clutching his back in agony. He doesn't get far before Wardlow snatches a leg, drags him over and covers for the pin...
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No! Romans gets a shoulder up in time! Wardlow sits up, infuriated. He stays focused, however. He's ready to finish this fight. The man isn't built for big matches and he isn't paid by the hour. It's time to handle business.
Phillips: Wardlow has a dangerous look in his eye!
Graves: Leave it to Ciampa to find someone just as twisted as him to watch his six.
With a demented menace written all over his face, the huffing and puffing big man stands up and pulls Roman with him. Once again, he pulls Roman in and flips him up for a Powerbomb. This time, he marches over towards one of the turnbuckles. The ease with which he's able to carry another heavyweight is astonishing. Even the hatiest haters in the crowd are stupified seeing it live.
When he's a metre or so away from the corner, Wardlow haphazardly tosses Reigns into the intersection. Roman's spine is driven into the buckle wight all his weight plus a little umph from the push. The ropes shake like tree brances in a tornado from the impact of it. The Big Dog moans in pain. Wardlow then slams into him with a running lariat that pins him back into the post.
Ranallo: I heard that when Wardlow sent in his 23 And Me, the results said his bloodline was fifty percent bulldozer and fifty percent tank.
Phillips: And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Graves: Shut up Phillips. That doesn't even make sense.
Roman stumbles out of the corner because Wardlow lets him. The Clevelandian then runs for the ropes, coming back at top speed from behind Reigns to blast him across the back of the head with an Axe Bomber. That forearm comes in like a wrecking ball and plasters Reigns to the canvas.
Paul Heyman has his hands clasped over his mouth. He can't believe his eyes. He's never seen Roman Reigns hit that hard. Rollins is pounding the mat, screaming at his pal to get back in the fight. Wardlow smirks. He's getting exactly what he wanted out of this.
He looks right at Seth as he rolls Roman over to make the pin, pressing both hands down into the Big Dog's body-armoured chest. This is a message sent.
1...
2...
No! Reigns kicks out! Wardlow breaks eye contact with Seth to shoot daggers at the Ref, who he accuses of counting slow.
Ranallo: Wardlow isn't happy with that count at all.
Phillips: Maybe if he hadn't been so worried about getting under Rollins' skin, he would have remember to hook the leg.
Even if he kicked out, Reigns is still seeing stars. Wardlow capitalizes on his barely-conscious state, hoisting Roman up on to his shoulders after he stands tall over him. He looks down at Seth the turns to face the hard cam, letting the world see his full power as he goes to deliver the F10.
In an unreal show of strength, Wardlow tosses his foe into the air while spinning him around like an Italian Chef working pizza dough. Reigns rotates like a propeller but before he can crash down, he managers to navigate his way through the air to counter and throw a Superman Punch! As he's dropping, his fist connects right on the money, bashing into Wardlow's jaw.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Graves: Reigns with the Superman Punch outta nowhere!
Wardlow goes down. The punch hit perfectly. As he tries to regain his footing, his legs are like jelly beneath him. Reigns rolls away, takes a deep breath and then shoots in with all the power he has left to tackle his opponent right in the guts with a huge Spear!
Wardlow goes down and Reigns collapses on him to shoot the half...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
ROMAN REIGNS!
Wardlow rolls away, clutching at his ribs as Rollins and Heyman hurry into the ring to help their guy up. The Ref comes over and raises Roman's arm in victory but he quickly pulls it away as he nurses his injuries.
Ranallo: A great comeback win for Roman Reigns, who looked to be in big trouble for a minute there.
Phillips: This was Wardlow's first one-on-one main event in the UWF, and in the end, I think that the experience factor in a do-or-die moment helped the former International Champion find a way to get the W.
Graves: I hate to agree with you Phillips so I'm just not going to say anything at all.
Seth Freakin' Rollins is parading around and mocking the fans, celebrating like he was the one who just won the match. The party is cut short, however, when the titantron fires to life and a familiar tune hits the PA...
Feelings about the Psycho Killer aside, the fans pop for the surprise interruption. All eyes turn towards the entrance ramp. Rollins braces himself for an attack, telling Roman to get ready, too. The Big Dog hardly looks ready for another round at this point. Heyman, meanwhile, cowers behind the both of them.
Phillips: Looks like the night isn't over yet. Here come's Tommaso Ciampa!
Graves: Where is he?
Five seconds, then ten go past. Ciampa isn't coming down the ramp. Rollins is screaming in that direction, demanding that the Prime Time Medalist show himself and bring it on.
BOOM! A chair shot comes in from behind, catching Reigns off guard as he takes that steel to the back of the head! Ciampa has comein from the other direction. Heyman bails through the ropes faster than you'd think possible for him. Seth spins around just in time to take a hit to the ribs. The IC Champ doubles over and takes a second blast to the back. This one drops him.
Ciampa stares down at him with those cold-blooded eyes and then puts the chairt next to his head before picking Rollins up. Hooking his arms behind the back, Tommaso elevates Rollins into the air and executes a violent Fairy Tale Ending right on to the chair! Rollins' skull smashes into the already-dented steel.
The fans are shocked by the sight - some booing, others happy to see Seth get beat up, all of them loud. Ciampa spots the Intercontintenal Championship lying on the canvas. He snatches it, stands tall and raises it high over head, perhaps offering a sign of things to come as Revolution closes out.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Conway vs Orton - Gunn
Swoggle vs Punk - Evolution J
Wardlow vs Ciampa - Fauche
Show vs Kingston, Show vs Cena, Danhausen vs Batista - Danny
