Post by Danny on Jan 27, 2022 21:45:23 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: It's another jam packed edition of Revoultion this week highlighted by a battle between two all time greats in UWF, CMJ Punk and Bryan Danielson.
Mauro Ranallo: And the new Television Champion John Cena is in action against Hornswoggle.
Tom Phillips After a sucessful debut last week from Danhausen, he takes on Seth Rollins later tonight.
Corey Graves: Batista however suffered a loss in his return but he looks to make it up against the returning Shark Boy.
Mauro Ranallo: Plus Randy Orton vs Tommaso Ciampa and up next, Chad Gable goes up against El Generico. Let's head to the ring for that match right now!
The arena lights all go down and black out. The huge screen on the stage emits the only light now as it displays the now Ominous words of "The Alpha Academy". Still cloaked in shadows steps a lone figure onto the stage. The leader of the Academy himself.
He stands there for what seems like an uncomfortable time before starting to walk to the ring. His eyes are locked the entire time. He never loses sight of the Holy Battle Ground in front of him. He gets to the end of the ramp and slowly lowers his head. He stands there for about 5 seconds before raising his head again to face the ring.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 208 pounds, The American Alpha, Chad Gable!!
Chad slowly, almost robotically makes his way to to the stairs and begins to climb them. He grabs the rope and walks along the length of the apron, running his hand across the rope. He gets to the turn buckle and pats the top pad. Chad wipes his feet on the apron and steps into the ring. He takes a few seconds to walk circles in the ring. He steps into the center of the ring and kneels to his knees and bows his head one more time. He head slowly raises, followed by his body. He remains locked firmly in the center of the ring.
The fans boo but their hatred shows even more as Sami Zayn comes walking out onto the stage with a mic in hand. He's looking extra giddy as he dances with his theme music.
Mauro Ranallo: Wait a minute, is that Sami Zayn? Where's Generico?
Sami Zayn: I know, i know, you all expected El Generico to be out here. I did too but the simple fact of the matter is, we still haven't found him yet. Using what I know about Bray Wyatt though and wether or not he may or may not be invovled in the Samoa Joe incident, I was able to leverage my information to give me a new impact test early and guess who passed with flying colors!?
Tom Phillips: You can't mean?
Corey Graves: YES! Sami Zayn is back!
Zayn happily walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Sami Zayn: Chad Gable, I'm your opponent tonight!
Zayn is all smiles as he goes to his corner and takes off his World Tag Team Championship and places the mic down as the ref calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
Gable rushes over and before Zayn can even take his jacket off, he's grabbed from behind and thrown backwards with a German Suplex! Zayn looks rocked but Gable comes over and picks him up to throw him in the corner. The former Television Champion climbs up to the middle rope and starts throwing punches down onto Zayn's skull over ad over again. The ref counts to 4 and he pulls Sami away from the ropes only to lift him straight into the air and deliver a Brainbuster! Sami sits up from the impact looking like he's seeing stars and Gable forces his shoulders to the mat to make the pin.
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Zayn kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Sami's return was almost cut short right there!
Mauro Ranallo: It still may be. Who knows what all these shots to the head are doing. He hasn't been in the ring since Wrestlemania so who knows what punishment he can take.
Gable grabs Zayn and rips his jacket off of him. The Forever Champion falls to his hands and knees but Gable simply bends down and grabs him at the waist, powering him up for a Gutwrench Suplex! He keeps his hands firmly clasped together and rolls back over onto his feet, bringing Zayn up with him to hit a second Gutwrench Suplex! With hands still clasped, he gets up a third time but Zayn suddenly rushes forward and tackles him in the corner! He starts throwing multiple Shoulder Thrusts into the corner before backing off. Gable is perfectly lined up for the Helluva Kick and so Sami takes off running towards him but Gable moves out of the way and Zayn's foot gets stuck on the top rope. Gable grabs him from behind and throws him back with another German Suplex! Zayn just lays flat on the mat while Gable walks over and picks his ankle. Sami immediately comes to life when Gable twists it and puts him in the Ankle Lock! sami is reaching for the ropes with all his might but he can't get there. Suddenly the lights start flickering before going out completely.
Mauro Ranallo: Uh oh, only one man is known for doing this.
Corey Graves: But is he targeting Sami or Gable for beating him two weeks ago?
The lights come back on and there's no sign of Bray Wyatt. Gable looks around but he doesn't see anything. He's by the corner and turns around only to see Zayn coming full speed with a Helluva Kick to the face! Gable goes down and Zayn makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sami Zayn!
Corey Graves: He did it! Sami has returned with a vengeance!
Tom Phillips: Are you kidding me? He was beaten down all match long?
Corey Graves: No one remembers who fights the hardest, only who wins and in the record books, Sami Zayn just won.
Zayn rolls out of the ring and hobbles away with his Championship, celebrating like he just won the UWF Championship at Wrestlemania. He yells out "1 down, 28 to go!" even though that's not at all how the rumble works. He limps to the back still looking proud as the show moves on.
The camera feed returns from short commercial break featuring the usual schmuck and picks up in a box room backstage where rows of fold out chairs have been placed to face towards a more respectable looking armchair. The room is completely empty bar from one technician who appears to be taking apart some lights. Suddenly the door opens and in walks Danhausen, holding a jar of teeth with a label on it that reads ‘Davetista’. He walks over to the armchair, placing the jar of teeth on a small coffee table before taking a seat.
Danhausen
Alright, Danhausen will now take questions…
The sound of crickets can be heard as a somewhat dismayed Danhausen notices that the chairs are empty and only the one tech guy is present in the room.
Danhausen
Where are the reporters? Danhausen was expecting the presence of Scoops McCallahausen and Dave Seltzer amongst others. What’s the deals?
Randumb Tech Dude
I think they might be stuck in traffic. Either that or they maybe didn’t get the memo…
Danhausen follows up with a facepalm and massive groan, signaling a very frustrated figure.
Danhausen
This is outrageous! Do they not realize that Danhausen’s time is very valuable? He cannot be expected to wait around for them to get here because he has a humongous match tonight that requires preparation. How the hell does Davetista, a loser, manage to organize one of these presshausen briefings with no major catastrophes present? Yet Danhausen, the greatest Ultimate Wrestling signing of 2022, and quite possibly of all time, is made to look a fool! For months Danhausen has been creating buzz on the outside world and has everyone wanting more, yet when he very kindly offers it to them they make minimal effort to take advantage of it. This is why Danhausen is very nice and very evil, because it’s impossible to be just the one!
At this point Danhausen attempts to recompose himself somewhat before continuing.
Danhausen
Nevertheless, if they are indeed stuck in traffic then Danhausen can understand, a lot of fanhausens on their way to the show tonight, it’s plausible. However, they should have all had the foresightings to do what Danhausen did and arrive at the building six hours early. But if the other point you’ve made is true, and they were not given their notification that Danhausen would be taking questions, then that is a travesty and an outrage. Danhausen uses the always reliable carrier pigeon service to deliver messages of significant importance, it never fails. Therefore someone heinous has intercepted the pigeons and put a stop on Danhausen’s next moment. And the worst part is that Danhausen will not be able to conduct a proper investigation into this, because the best guys in the business are all still trying to clean up the Slammivershausen mess!
Danhausen
This is indeed a disaster, but Danhausen knows he needs to keep his cool and not say anything that will get him taken off television. Instead Danhausen will take this frustration out on that walking trashbag Seth Rollerblades. Because Ultimate Wrestling needs more beings like Danhausen and less people like him and the two other witches from Hocus Pocus. Because unlike them and these awol reporters, Danhausen is dependable, and whilst victory tonight won’t win him that Intercontinental belthausen, it will at least send a message to the doubtful ones that he is rightfully earning both his money and his place in the company. Love that Danhausen! See you later!
A now apparently motivated Danhausen gets up to leave the room as the feed fades out and resumes elsewhere.
The scene opens on Batista sitting down as he’s dressed in more casual attire but his usual seriousness is still written on his face.
Batista: Am I dressed for a fight now, Shark Boy? Make no mistake about it, I could wrestle in the suit. After all, you’re going to be showing up in the get-up you’re wearing all the time. It’s funny, I looked at you and thought back to Danhausen and wondered just how many joke wrestlers I had to go through before I got to the real competition but once I realized just who I was and what I accomplished that no one else can lay claim to, I realized that compared to me, in their own way, the entire roster is joke wrestlers. A bunch of pretend tough guys. So regardless of who gets put across from me next week, pay attention to what’s being said right now because that’s what I think of you, and what happens to Shark Boy tonight is what’s going to happen to you.
Batista continues to look into the camera as Revolution continues.
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
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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 DING
John Cena and Hornswoggle tie up to start the match. John Cena pushes Hornswoggle down and he begins to laugh at him as Hornswoggle gets angry. Hornswoggle rolls his sleeves up as he puts his fist up and Cena laughs. He points at him before he goes down on his knee and he tells Hornswoggle to give him a free shot. Hornswoggle looked at the crowd before he looked back at John Cena. He walked over and he shrugged his shoulders. Then Hornswoggle gives him a hard slap to the face as John Cena nods his head and he runs after Hornswoggle. He chases him around the ring and then Hornswoggle runs outside of the ring. He opens the ring curtain and he goes under the ring as Cena is right behind him. He opens the ring curtain as he looks for him while Hornswoggle pops out from under the ring on the other side and he snickers that Cena thinks he is under the ring. He turns around the ring as he sees Cena's head under the ring curtain and he kicks Cena from behind. Then he runs into the ring as Cena screams in anger and Cena gets out of the ring. He gets into the ring and he corners Hornswoggle in the corner as Hornswoggle starts kicking him in the leg. Then Cena blocked his little kicks and he grabbed his leg. John Cena starts to swing Hornswoggle around and he sends him flying to the other side of the ring. Hornswoggle lay hard on the floor as John quickly slid out of the ring. He ran to Hornswoggle while the referee began the count.
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Cena waits for Hornswoggle to get up and he gets up. John turns Hornswoggle around as Hornswoggle surprised him by spraying him in the eyes with the pepper spray and Cena is screaming in pain. He rubs his eyes while Hornswoggle runs back into the ring and John gets back into the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh No, Hornswoggle has pepper spray.
Corey Graves: Please tell me he isn't going to do what I think he is about to do.
Tom Phillips: Oh My God, he just sprayed him with he pepper spray!
Mauro Ranallo: Y0u know Cena's eyes are burning!
Hornswoggle runs at Cena as John tries to grab him and Hornswoggle slides underneath him. John turns around and he gets kicked in the stomach as Hornswoggle hits him with a DDT. Cena is down as Hornswoggle runs to the turnbuckle and he climbs it. He hits the Tadpole splash and he covers Cena for the pin.
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and the referee stops the pin.
Mauro Ranallo: Wait a minute, that's Eve Torres!
Tom Philiips: I believe she is distracting Hornswoggle from winning the match!
Eve is talking to the referee as Hornswoggle gets up and he sees Eve. He walks over to her and packs up his lips as he tries to kiss her. Cena gets up as he talks to the referee while Eve slaps Hornswoggle in the face. Hornswoggle gets dizzy from the hard slap as he turns around and he holds his head. Cena signals the end and Hornswoggle turns around to see John as John picks him up.
John Cena hits Hornswoggle with the Attitude Adjustment and he covers him for the win.
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And your winner is.......UWF TV Champion John Cena!
John Cena celebrates his win with Eve Torres in the ring while Hornswoggle gets up and he brushes himself off. He gets up and he walks over to Cena. He raised his hand out and Cena looked at the crowd before he looked at Hornswoggle. He shakes Hornswoggle's hand and he raises his hand before the lights turn off. The lights turn on as Hornswoggle looks at John Cena. He sees John Cena wearing a Ghost face mask.
Hornswoggle screams in horror as he runs away out of the ring and he runs out to the back. Both John Cena and Eve Torres laugh as they celebrate his victory over King Hornswoggle while John takes off his mask.
Corey Graves: That's what he gets for spraying the UWF TV Champion in the eyes with pepper spray!
The scene fades and ends with Cena holding his UWF TV Championship belt while Eve Torres raises his hand into the air.
The scene opens with Randy Orton staring at the camera.
Tonight is the day I go one on one with the Prime Medal Champion Ciampa. I just want to say this ahead of time before anyone questions my abilities. I honestly admit I don't care what is going to happen next after tonight. But I can promise you tonight that Ciampa is going to see what he is up against when he goes one on one with the Viper himself. Not only I am going to make sure he gives me the goddamn respect I deserve. I am going to make sure I am going to put him in his place and show him why they call me the dangerous Viper in UWF. Win or lose, he will get a first taste of what is going to happen to everyone to step into the ring with me at the Royal Rumble. I can promise you through the sweat and tears that I have put myself through during my wrestling career in UWF. I will have no problem doing things my way to get what I deserve. And at Revolution, the Prime Medal Champion will get a beating of a lifetime just like I have destroyed Bryan Danielson. So I hope Bryan and the rest of the other competitors are watching extremely closely. Because at the Royal Rumble, I made a promise that I will make sure I will become the number one contender to CM Punk's UWF Championship. If anyone has a problem with that, they will have to pay their dues and suffer the horrible consequences when they step into the ring with me. 2022 will be the year everyone will remember. It will be the year I will shine and the year I will fulfill my ultimate goal. And that I will capture my throne as the new UWF Champion while ruling my future kingdom with a reign of terror a lot with bloody deceased corpses laying in the dust.
So here is a warning to everyone. No matter who wins in my match tonight. The most thing that everyone has to remember is the price of the consequences that they will have to pay. Your suffering makes my heart proper with happiness. Drinking your human blood fulfills my hunger. You all will pay me your debt of human blood and broken bones. And you will all bow down to yoour future UWF King when I deliver my reign of terror. The darkness will surround UWF and you all will slowly disappear while I will rise out of the darkness from the ashes of fire as your UWF Champion in my kingdom. By the end of the night, you all will remember the name of the Devil himself........Randy Orton!
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton's eyes burning in flames.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Chimel: Introducing first... from St Louis Missouri... weighing at 250 lbs... "The Viper" Randy Orton!
Randy scales the buckle to bust out that signature pose of his before hopping down and awaiting the arrival of the Prime Time Medalist.
As Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Wardlow. The crowd boos the pair loudly, Ciampa just smirks and reaches round his neck, pulling off the Prime Time Medal, he holds it aloft, holding it by the medal part.
Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Wardlow... from Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in tonight at 201lbs... he is the current holder of the UWF Prime Time Medal, The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa!
Keeping the medal in his hand, Ciampa quickly moves his hand down and a black and gold pyro bursts out of the stage as the pair makes their way to the ring. Wardlow making sure his boss doesn’t get harassed by any of the fans. As the pair reach the ring Wardlow sits on the ropes and lets Ciampa in. Ciampa climbs a turnbuckle and holds the medal aloft, allowing a single spotlight to hit it and let it shine.
Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and takes off his jacket and puts the medal on top of it. He hands both to Wardlow who stands at the side of the ring. Ciampa then gets in his corner. Tony heads out and after ensuring the competitors are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.
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DING DING
There's a tension in the air befitting a confrontation between two of the game's most intense fighters. With his unkempt beard and his forehead all gnarled with scars and veins, Ciampa has all the makings of some savage brute plucked out of an ancient battlefield and displaced into modern society. Orton, on the other hand, has a distinctly inhuman aura about him. It's the cold blood, those merciless eyes - everything down to the way he moves. Behind each subtle motion is a lethal finesse, like he's already planned ten steps ahead to deliver a lethal blow. In the Animal Kingdom, they call it killer instinct.
While the audience buckles up for what's sure to be a wild ride, the athletes slowly close the distance. Each is confident in their abilities and superiority while maintaining a healthy respect for their opponent's skillset. Ruthless as they are, they're cereberal competitors, too.
Orton feints in. The Psycho Killer has his guard up, but hardly flinches. Twisted lips -Viper smirks, a beast toying with its food. Ciampa dares him to try it again. The proud Third Generation Superstar happily obliges, marching forward to slap on a collar-and-elbow. Tommaso hooks up with him and is soon overwhelmed the significant size advantage.
Ranallo: Orton is obviously the bigger man tonight, with a few inches and more than a few pounds on the Prime Time Medalist.
Graves: Ciampa's never been someone to let something like that get in his way, though. I'd go so far as to say he's made a career out of exploiting those who underestimate him for it.
Backing Ciampa into the ropes, Orton leans an elbow against his face, pushing his head back while grinding forearm into teeth. The Official steps in, asking for a clean break. Randy turns his head with a menacing scowl, letting the Ref know not to get too close. Ciampa makes the most of the small distraction and blasts his foe in the side of the head with a right hook.
The Apex Predator stumbles back. Ciampa grabs the bac of his head and pulls down, driving Randy's face into an oncoming knee. This serves to stun Orton further, and with that opening, Tommaso runs for the ropes. Another knee strike, this time with a tonne of added momentum behind it, comes searching for Randy's skull.
Orton sees him on the way in and manages to counter with a big back body drop. He goes low, pops up, and sends Ciampa soaring over his head. Tommaso fully rotates mid-air and impressively lands on his feet behind his opponent. Randy wheels around just in time to take a low dropkick to both of his shins. This drops him to a kneeling position. While he groans in pain, the Psycho Killer gets back up and snaps Orton into the canvas with a DDT before climbing on top for the cover...
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Orton gets a shoulder up at one. Frustrated and insulted by this, Tommaso pushes him right back down and hooks a leg this time for a more defintive pin attempt. The Referee counts again...
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Randy shoves him away emphatically after the two count.
Phillips: If at first you don't succeed...
Ranallo: Itshard to say if Ciampa'sget flustered or trying to get inside of Orton's head.
Graves: Comprehending the game plan of Tommaso Ciampa would be like attempting to profile Hannibal Lecter.
Ciampa stands, grabs Orton by the head and pulls him up too. Before he can get any more offense off, Randy clubs him in the guts with a big ol' punch. Winded, Tommaso backs away. The Missourian then grabs him with another collar-and-elbow and uses that to set up a hammerlock. He wrenches his opponent's arm up at an obscene angle.
The Prime Time Medalist grimaces then throws an elbow backwards with hopes of knocking his competitor off. Orton ducks the shot, reaches around to grab Ciampa around the neck and then drops. He brings Tommaso down spine against spine for his signature backbreaker. The impact actually bounces Ciampa right back to his feet.
As he staggers away, desperately trying to get some air back in his lungs, Orton stalks him, sizing up the Sicilian for an early RKO. The excited crowd gets to their feet and this alerts Ciampa to the danger he's in. He turns back around to find Orton head-hunting and shoves him away before it's too late.
Ranallo: Wow! Close call for Ciampa there.
Graves: Tommaso Ciampa is as tough as they come but the men who have kicked out of the RKO are few and far between.
Tommaso rushes Orton to get things going his way again. Randy grabs his arm as he comes in and whips him across the squared circle. Bouncing off of the ropes, Ciampa ducks a clothesline as he makes the full trip to the far side. A second rebound sends him right into the waiting arms of Randy, who flips him over straight into the canvas with a Powerslam! Orton leaves him planted there as he goes for the pin...
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No! Ciampa kicks out at two! Orton sneers at the Official then sits his opponent up, slapping on his pattented CHIN LOCK OF DOOM~!
Phillips: Vintage Orton!
Graves: Get your own material, you shameless hack.
Orton grinds his forearm under the jaw while using his sizeable bicep to smother the sides of Ciampa's head. He's killing serveral birds with one stone here. The rubbing on the ears is disorienting, and with enough pressure, he might actually rupture an ear drum. Besides being extremely painful, that would throw off Ciampa's balance. Randy is also constricting air flow - an essential for any athletic contest. On top of that, the Viper's constrictive hold is wearing down on the jaw bone. If enough force is applied, the bone could dislocate or break. If that didn't immeditaley end the contest, Randy wouldn't have to work ahrd to parlay the damage done into a knockout finish.
Kneeling behind his seated opponent, Orton uses his massive size advantage to keep Tommaso planted there. He leans in, one knee pressed into the back. There are a dozen minute details he has incorporated over the years to perfect the maneuver - something the casual viewer might not even notice. From foot positioning, the shifting of weight to compensate for the writhing opponent, and the mean mug at the hard cam as the piece de resistance.
Ranallo: Randy is really working that Chin Lock tonight. He might even get the submission.
Graves: Some would argue that going for the Rear Naked Choke would be better, but I think Orton's goal is to cause his opponent as much pain as possible. The Viper's one twisted son of a gun - simply choking someone out would be too quick for him to enjoy.
As Orton continues to grind the Prime Time Medalist down, Ciampa closes his eyes and clenches his fists, fighting through the pain to find inner strength enough to fight back. On the outside, Wardlow wills him on, making up for the audience that has no interest in will-to-powering a heel.
Slowly but surely, Ciampa gets his feet beneath him, and with that base, manages to stand. He lets out a barbaric yawp when he finally gets vertical. Seeing that it's a lost cause, Orton releases his hold, jumps up and blasts the Psycho Killer in the back of the head with a standing dropkick!
Phillips: Picture-perfect dropkick right to back of the skull! That might have shut Ciampa's lights out.
Graves: The former P.O.T.U.F. has looked amazing these past few wees, from a pay-per-view win over Daniel Bryan to this. The Prime Time Medal might not be on the line, but if Randy can put Ciampa away en route to the Rumble, it would be hard to argue against him being the odds on favourite to win the whole thing.
Ranallo: Could Punk versus Orton be the first match-up to headline two Wrestlemanias?
Ciampa goes down hard. Randy drops and rolls him over, shooting the half. The Referee comes down to count it...
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Ciampa gets a shoulder up in time! Orton bacs away, a new kind of menace growing behind those black, beady eyes. He gets flat on to his stomach and starts pounding the mat, calling for the RKO.
Ciampa is barely consciouss. He gets to his knees, but he's in la la land, swinging aimlessly at the air cause with blurred vision and a rattled brain misguiding him. Orton creeps up behind, hell benton sealing the deal. Then the crowd starts to get riled up. Their heads turn towards the entrance ramp.
Phillips: What's going on?
Ranallo: Is that Bryan Danielson coming down the entrance ramp?
Ranallo: What the hell is he doing here?
Orton abandons the RKO and heads towards the ropes, focused in on this old rival come to pick a fight with him. Danielson is yelling some kinda threats at the Viper - the exact words lost under the excited roars of the crowd.
Randy dares him to step in the ring. Bryan stops just shy of the apron. They continue to shout at each other for a few seconds while the Referee tells Danielson to back off and Orton to focus on the match.
It's all for not. Orton waited too long. Ciampa stands up behind him, grabs a shoulder, spins him around and puts a boot into his gut to set up a snappy, desperate Fairy Tale Ending! He drives Randy's head into the mat the sprawls for the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
TOMMASO CIAMPA!
Ciampa stands up on shaky legs to have his hand raised. Bryan heads around the ring to grab himself a chair. Not wanting to risk Tommaso getting hurt in a fight he isn't involved in, Wardlow climbs into the ring bring his boss to the floor while Danielson slides under the ropes, weapon in hand.
Phillips: I'd say Orton was well on his way to winning before Bryan Danielson showed up.
Ranallo: We just saw how tenacious and dangerous Ciampa can be - you can never count him out of a fight. There's no telling how things might have played out. Still, there's no denying it was a factor, and it loos like the American Dragon is just getting started.
Graves: Where's security? Somebody get this maniac out of here!
Bryan wastes no time in taking it Orton, blasting him across the spine with the steel chair. Orton cries out in pain as the metal collides with bone. Danielson takes another swing, nailing Randy in the head. This shot knoks him out cold and leaves a massive dent.
Glaring down, breathing heavy, Bryan drops the weapon next to the battered and bruised Orton. The message is sent. He leaves the defeated Viper in his wake as he too heads up the ramp to the back. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As Revolution continues, things head to an outside place where Batista is with a random interviewer.
Interviewer: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with movie star and now unretired professional wrestler Dave Batista. Now Dave, I’ll be respectful of your time and ask just one question. A couple of weeks ago during your return press conference, you spoke of the team working for you coming up with a different moniker than, “The Animal”. Can we get an update on that?
Batista: When it’s ready and I’m ready, trust me, I’ll be happy to tell the world. But it won’t be in some random place in a random interview with some unknown schmuck, it’ll be on a platform befitting someone like me. In the meantime: Big Dave, Dave, Dave Batista, or Batista are what you can choose from. Now, you can get your microphone out of my face.
Batista brushes past the interviewer as he walks offscreen, the interviewer looking offended as Revolution continues.
”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.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
*CRASH*
The crowd erupt as the glass shatters and the guitar laden sounds of The Toadies' 'I Come From The Water' blare over the PA system. Shark Boy wastes little time in marching out from behind the curtain full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off to everyone and anyone in his immediate path. The crowd at ringside reach at Shark Boy but he maintains his focus on the ring stomping his way down the ramp continuing to mouth off the entire way down the ramp towards ringside.
Tony Chimmel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Shark Boy charges at Batista, but he bounces off him and hits the ground as Batista begins to laugh and stare down at Shark Boy. Shark Boy gets back to a vertical basis and charges at Batista again, and the result is the same. But Shark Boy is determined to fight and knock down ‘The Animal.’ Shark Boy goes for the same maneuver nonce again but this time Batista levels his opponent with a big boot that’s sure to knock some sense into Shark Boy. Batista drops an elbow on the top of Shark Boy’s head and begins to stomp on him repeatedly until Shark Boy rolls out of the ring to get some separation between the two.
Corey Graves: Batista is starting the match off really hot.
Tom Phillips: I’m sure he would like to make sure he had control of this match from the get go after losing his debut in the company last week to Danhausen.
Shark Boy paces back and forth and climbs on the ring apron to get back inside the ring, but Batista gives him a shoulder thrust right to his midsection which sends Shark Boy flying off the apron and back down to the outside. Batista begins to taunt the crowd as the arena fills up with the sound of thunderous boo’s.
Batista arrogantly turns his back to Sharky while he begins to gloat to the crowd, which gives Sharky a chance to shine. Shark Boy sprints into the ring from the bottom rope and surprises Batista from behind with several calf kicks. Sharky Delivers four quick kicks in succession on the Animal, who tries to clotheslines Sharky, but Shark boy ducks. Sharky Boy drop kicks Batista to the back of the left knee, which sends him down to both knees. Shark Boy levels Batista with a drop kick that connects right between the eyes and sends Batista rolling on his back in agony. Shark Boy hits Batista with a leg drop, and then quickly stands back up, bounces off the ropes, and his Tista with a running fist drop. Batista gets on all fours and tries to get back to his feet, but Shark Boy uses his quickness to his advantage. Sharky bounces off the ropes again and hits Batista with a running bull-dog!
Corey Graves: The crowd is on their feet as Shark Boy has taken full control of the match!
Batista tries to get up but he weakened and groggy, Shark Boy bounces off the ropes once more for more offense, but this time Batista is ready! Batista catches Shark Boy in mid air and decimates him with a ring shattering spine buster! The two lay on the ground dazed and stunned, but this time Batista is the first one to his feet. Batista picks up Shark Boy and irish whips him, drills him with a samoan drop. Batista goes for the cover.
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Batista picks up Shark Boy and throws him into the corner like a rag doll and begins to give him Shoulder Thrust after Shoulder thrust. Shark Boy can barely breathe as the wind flies out of him with each thrust. Batista irish whips Shark Boy into the opposite corner and he drops like a sack of bricks form the impact. Batista laughs as he simply picks him up and does the same thing, this time Shark Boy stays standing in the corner, stunned and in pain. Batista charges up and sprints at Shark Boy, he goes to deliver a splash in the corner but Shark boy moves out of the way at the last second. Batista drills his own head into the corner and he begins to stagger backwards in a trance. Shark Boy takes this opportunity to jump off the ropes and catch Batista—and plant him with the TORNADO DDT! A cover!
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Corey Graves: How did he get a shoulder up?!
Batista tries to get to his feet but he’s on all fours and a bit groggy, Shark Boy kips up and hits Batista with a modifies Fame-Asser. Shark Boy goes to the top rope, and flies off—and hits Batista with a Frog Splash! Another cover!
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Batista kicks out after the beautiful frog splash and there is a look of shock on both competitors faces. Shark Boy gets to his feet quicker and locks on the sleeper hold onto Batista. Dave looks to be fading as his arms flail around. But a flip switches when he gets to a vertical basis. Batista tries to grab at Sharky, but Shark Boy is now firmly on Dave’s back in a piggy-back position with the sleeper hold applied. Batista yell out ‘screw it’ and runs to the turnbuckle back first and pummels Shark Boy into the corner. Batista then runs forward and jumps up and high as he can, and lands on the canvas back first further pulverizing Shark Boy. Shark Boy releases the hold and is motionless as Batista laughs at the damage he’s done so quickly. Batista picks up Shark Boy just begins to sling him all over the ring. After 5 vicious throws, Batista drills Shark Boy with a suplex in the center of the ring. Instead of going for the cover, Tista stands up and begins to step on the larynx of Shark Boy causing him to gasp out for oxygen as his arms flail around the ring. Tista removes him foot once the ref begins to count, and grabs Shark Boy up to his feet by the mask.
Shark Boy rakes the eyes of Batista and sprints over to the corner and climbs the corner, he’s a little slow as he is showing the signs of battle and fatigue. Shark Boy looks to jump off the top, but Batista moves Shark Boy’s legs out from under him and he straddles the turnbuckle holding his lower extremities. Batista climbs the ropes and goes for a super plex, but Shark Boy holds on the dear life and doesn’t allow the Animal to deliver the deadly manuver. Batista hops off the ropes, and clobbers Shark Boy, almost killing him with three vicious blows to skull, throat, and back of the head. Tista drags his corpse off the turnbuckle and into the center of the ring, in power bomb position. Batista hoists up Shark Boy, But Shark rakes Tista eyes again, and wiggles out of the powerbomb by crawling over the top of Batista’s head. Shark Boy rolls up Batista!
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Batista kicks out right away the 3 count, as Shark Boy runs out of the ring to escape more harm. The ref must convince Batista that his kick out was too late as the look on Batista’s face turns to an immediate look of sour and disgust.
Winner: Shark Boy!
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Seth Rollins is there, mentally preparing for his bout against quirky promotional newcomer Danhausen. His focus suddenly shifts to something off screen. What could distract the Architect? His fellow champion, CM Punk. The Straight Edge Superstar approaches his old Bulletproof partner, an unimpressed sneer etched across his face.
Punk: Seth, buddy... you were so close. So, so close. You finally get a win on me to cap off the year, and then you've got Paul Heyman whispering in your ear like a cartoon devil. "Now's the time... take your shot". Is that about right? Reigns comes after me with the car cause you figure you're guaranteed a crack at a vacant world title... except you're not so sure about your odds of getting the job done without the miracle of Kingston's help again. Then it all comes crashing down anyway, cause even with Joe out of the picture, you couldn't get past Eddie. Aw shux.
Now you're stuck in a match with the worst odds of success imaginable - one that you've lost at least half dozen times already in your career - and I'm still standing. Still holding the championship you really want. I'm sure you've got your hands full with that psychopath Tommaso Ciampa, but I just wanted to stop by and let you know that however dangerous he is, the very worst thing that could happen to you is winning the Royal Rumble. The only thing stopping me from finding the justice Joe deserves is my little promise to Carter that I'll play nice so his show can go on. You punch your ticket to a sanctioned fight with me, there's not a god damn thing stopping me from -
Rollins cuts Punk off before he can finish the threat.
Seth Rollins: Seth Rollins: You’re going to what exactly? Huh? Huff and puff until you turn red in the face? After our last match, I think that we both know that I have your number. You see, Ethan is protecting you by not allowing things to get physical between you and the other stars on this brand over this whole fiasco. I mean, you’ve got quite the target on your back, and an even bigger target hanging over your little shoulder there. I don’t think Ethan can afford to have another man stuffed into a hospital bed indefinitely, so the big bad wolf can huff and puff all that he wants too—you’re just a dog barking with no teeth to bite with. Besides, Samoa Joe isn’t exactly a saint, he has a closet full of sins to attest for, just like you, and just like Ciampa. The difference between the three of you, is that the Universe took it upon itself to handle Samoa Joe. Whereas you and Ciampa, will be handled by me later.
Seth slaps his chest as hard as he can before he continues.
By the way, I may have lost the Rumble a handful of times in previous years—but all that means is that I am the most experienced one in the Rumble this year. That championship that you hold ever so dearly, I want you to keep it warm for me. Make sure that you keep it all shined up, no specks, scratches, or dust please. I like my titles to be in prestige condition—you know, top notch quality; cleaner than clean. Besides, if I was the main one in charge of the car accident, you wouldn’t be standing here today talking to me.
Seth stares a hole into CM Punk as the Second City Saint responds.
Punk: Hard to keep anything clean with blood on your hands, buddy. Glad to hear you're still managing to find a semblance of validation carting that hunk of fool's gold around, though. It's perfect for you - the Imposter's Championship. A hook for the second-rate to hang their hat on. You can pretend it's something that it will never be, you can act like you have nothing to do with what happened to Joe and you can make believe all you want that Eddie Kingston wasn't difference between the countless times I've beaten you over the years and what happened a few weeks back. You've mastered denial... made an art out of it. I'm sure it's easy for you to lie to me and EC3 because you've gotten so used to lying to yourself. And maybe if you could admit what a piece of shit you were, it wouldn't be so bad, but in you're twisted little head, you're the hero here, right? The misunderstood, underestimated protagonist of the UWF slowing climbing to the top of the mountain, inch by inch?
A piece of wisdom from someone who's already been there and back again... know thyself. A little Socrates for ya. I think what he was getting at was that it doesn't do you any favors to pretend to be something you're not. Justice is blind - it doesn't care about your bogus narrative. Neither does nature, and kid, rest assured, I'm gonna rain down on you like an ungodly freakin' storm first chance I get.
Seth laughs to himself a bit before speaking once more.
Seth Rollins: Phil, what you're not understanding is that there won't be a chance for to rain down on me. I'm going to beat DanHausen tonight, I'm beating Ciampa, I'm winning the Rumble, and then I'm going to become the champion that the UWF and this Universe needs. I'm the leader this company needs and the servant the Universe needs to correct the ill actions of the world and this business. I'm sure you think it was a coincidence that I crushed both you and Eddie Kingston's winning streak that both lasted for 14 matches.
It wasn't, it was fate determined by the Universe. Just like your championship reign is going to be crushed by me. You can try all you want to invalidate me and my championship. But this gold on my shoulder only means something because of what I stand by, and the performances that I put on a week to week basis. This title is one that the locker room wants ALMOST as much they want yours. But when I take your championship and hold it next to my Intercontinental Championship, it will be then the world will be forced to truly recognize how great this title is, and how much greatness I possess in my bones when I knock you off the mountain top.
At that moment, Paul Heyman and Roman Reigns walk up on either side of CM Punk and begin to stare him down. CM feels there presences he chuckles and smirks to himself.
Seth Rollins: Looking at my watch, it's about time for you to beat it.
CM Punk takes a moment to start all three of the men in the eyes for a moment before walking away as the scene fades to black.
We head to the back where Sami Zayn is standing by with a big smile on his face.
Sami Zayn: Did you guys see that! Tell me you all saw that! I told you I was ready to go! I just completely out classed an Olympian. He was like, "I'm an elite athlete" and I was like "Buddy please!". After almost a full year away, to be able to comeback like that, I don't think there's ever been a greater return in professional wrestling history. And to think, I could have been sitting on the sidelines for longer!
As he's speaking, La Luchadora comes into frame.
Sami Zayn: Oh hey, nice work there by the way with the lights. It really looked convincing. Did you have to threaten someone with a broken arm to get into the truck? Ah you'll tell me later. But yeah don't worry folks, I'm not in danger of Ol' Wyatt and friends. Let's just say that I managed to take care of them. I'll actually have a video to show you next week as I traverse my way into the Firelfy Funhouse! Do I find El Generico? Who's to say but trust me, you guys wont want to miss it!
Zayn walks off as the show moves on.
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.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and puts a leg on the second rope, and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the Intercontinental Champion: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
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Rollins hands his title off to Heyman and Danhausen comes creep up behind him. Paul warns Seth who turns around right away and Danhausen puts his hands up and backs away. Rollins points at him and tells him to back off but Danhausen grabs his hand and tries to Irish Whip him to the ropes. Seth stands his ground and shakes his head. He sends Danhausen running instead and when he hits the ropes, Rollins is there to meet him with a knee to the gut! He's all smiles as he sends back to the other side and follow him over to connect with a second knee to the gut! Danhausen falls to his hands and knees crawls to the center of the ring. Rollins looks at him and shrugs before going in for the Curb Stomp! Danhausen shuffles out of the way and gets to his feet. Rollins runs at him but eats a Clothesline followed by a Splash for the pin!
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Rollins kicks out right away! Impressive considering Danhausen weighs 300 pounds. Rollins gets to his feet but he's grabbed from behind by Danhausen who brings him over to the corner and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle over and over again. Seth's hair is flying all over the place with each hit until the ref counts to 4 and Danhausen backs off. Rollins turns around and falls to his knees and so Danhausen walks over to the corner and grabs his jar. The crowd cheer,s knowing what's about to come as he walks back towards Seth. He opens the lid and gets ready to pour the teeth but Seth grabs his hand and a power struggle ensues! The jar is shaking as both men try to fight for it. Seth is bale to get his legs under him and stands back up before kicking Danhausen in the gut and throwing the jar onto the floor, teeth spilling out everywhere.
Corey Graves: Good but that has to be some kind of health code violation.
Tom Phillips: Hey sometimes teeth get knocked out, that's the nature of this business.
Corey Graves: He brought them from his home in a jar!
Tom Phillips: We can neither confirm to deny that those were not just all in his mouth a second ago.
Seth shoves Danhausen's head between his legs and lifts him up in a powerbomb position. Danhausen starts raining down punches to his head and Seth stumbles over to the corner. Danhausen gets seated on the top rope and continues punching Seth and follows up with a kick to the jaw to send him back a few paces. Danhausen stands up and gets ready to take flight but Rollins comes running up the ropes and starts punching Danhausen instead! He then sets him up to execute a Superplex! Both men go down but Rollins bounces back up to his feet, keeping a hold of Danhausen to deliver a Falcon Arrow! He makes the pin!
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Danhausen kicks out! Rollins brings him back up and hooks both his arms. He's got a big smile on his face but before he can do anything, Danhausen stands up and gives him a Back Body Drop! Rollins tries to get to his feet but Danhausen runs over and delivers a boot to the side of the head that knocks him through the ropes to the outside! Danhausen exits out onto the apron and watches as Rollins uses it to try and stand. Danhausen comes over and starts to lay in kick to the tune of Tequila by The Champs. Rollins just eats them all until Danhausen backs up and yells out "Dadadadadadada!" with the crowd chanting "Danhausen!" for the final kick! Rollins gets laid out and Danhausen rolls him into the ring to make the pin.
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Rollins kicks out!
Corey Graves: We gotta get rid of Danhausen. I doubt EC3 wants to pay royalties for that song.
Mauro Ranallo: The amount of money he brings in might make it worth it.
Corey Graves: I guess the neckbeards gotta waste their money on something.
Danhausen brings Rollins back up and places him onto his shoulders. Rollins starts kicking and falls behind him, giving him a shove towards the ropes. Danhausen bounces off and eats a Jumping Knee to the face! He falls to all fours and Rollins grabs his head and lifts him up, bringing him to the corner to deliver a Buckle Bomb! Danhausen crawls away from the corner but Rollins comes in and gives him a Curb Stomp! He mkaes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Seth Rollins!
Seth looks down at Danhausen and shakes his head before leaving the ring and being handed his title. He and Heyman walk up the ramp to leave as Danhausen is checked on and the show moves on...
The UWF cameras cut backstage. As we find the number one contender to the world heavyweight championship, Eddie Kingston, standing staring at an image of the man he has to face and defeat - CM Punk. He would reach out as his hand would ball up into a fist as he would strike at the picture on the wall of the world heavyweight champion. Just looking at the picture was enough to get his blood boiling. There he was, the man that had robbed him of his title. The man that had taken everything away from him, the last man standing in his way. This was everything, this was his career. This was what it all comes down to, them again, one last time.
“CM Punk. You think that I can forgive and forget. You think that I am the type of man that can just let go. That can just leave it all behind. Nope. I am not that type of man. I have been walking around here for weeks with a chip on my shoulder, all because you put me down. I am salty. I had my chance to be the champion and you took it from me. Have you forgotten what happens when me and you step into ring with one another? I told you I would get back at you for what you had done to me. I told you what I was going to do to you to even the score and you did not believe me, you thought I was joking about it. You thought you were better than me. You thought I was the same man as before, that you could face me in the ring and best me, but you thought wrong. Nothing was handed to me. Nothing was merely given, I had to earn this. I have to beat Seth Rollins and Big Show to get this match and I am not gonna let it all be for nothing. No way, no how are you going to put me down again. My second time, a sick as it is to know I failed - I am going to make the most of it. I am not coming out here to beat you, I am not coming back here to get my win back, I am coming back to finish this. I am coming back, to take everything from you.”
Eddie Kingston would reach out and just as he had done a few months ago when he had taken the title from CM Punk, he ripped the poster down of him, tearing it into two and then again and then once more until it was nothing more than little pieces in his hands. He held onto the pieces and looked down at them and with a smirk once more coming over his face, he would drop them onto the ground as he would raise his foot up and stomp down and grind them into the ground.
“Punk, we have a long history. We have fought against each other over the decades and you have always managed to put me down, you have always managed to be that much better than me, but come the Rumble, this is it for me. Make or break. I win and I prove I can hang with the best or I lose and know in my heart, that this - is all over. So tell me. Just what the fuck do you think I am going to do to you tonight for the world heavyweight championship?”
He quickly turned around and reached out as he grabbed onto the camera. Pulling it close to his face it would shake as he moved it as close to himself as possible. Now he was talking right to CM Punk and no one else. Now he wanted the man to see him, he wanted him to hear him, he wanted the world heavyweight champion to understand what was going to happen, just what he was going to do to him in order to take that championship, to take back something that was rightfully his.
“I put you through hell once before and this time - I will be keeping you there. I will be doing all I can to end you once and for all. I know hand on my heart, that I can be the man, that I can hold onto that championship, better than you ever could. I have seen you, I have seen you these last few months and I can see that your not the same man you once where. Your older, your slower, your hurting. You have been champion for some time and do you know your highlights? Two of them. Retaining against me and then - losing against me. As good as you are, it is time for a change. The people are with me, they want me to win this one and for them, I will, cause we are sick of you. CM Punk, the man who never quite was. Watching you reach for the stars and fail over and over. That is what gets me up in the morning. That is what pushes me forward, that is what truly motivates me, to see you fail and to see myself rise above you. Everything I have ever done to you, everything I have put you through – it all will not compare to what I am going to do to you come this match. You have something that is mine. You have something that belongs to me, and tonight I am going to be taking it from you. I know you will fight just that bit harder, I know you will do what you can to stop me, but make no mistake about it, this little joke of a reign, it all ends tonight and tonight I will become…”
“THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!”
He would move the camera back away from his face. This was going to be another match for the ages. This was going to be another blood bath. This was going to be the end of things between them once and for all. Eddie Kingston had to fight the entire roster to get this match with CM Punk. He had to prove himself to the world all over again and now after the long climb, all the fighting he had to go through, he was within reach of the title and no matter what CM Punk had planned, it would only be flat out murder that would stop him from becoming the world heavyweight champion of UWF.
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.
P U N K
The UWF Champion marches purposefully out on to the ramp, strobe lights flashing in time with the pulsing rhythm of "Digging for Windows". With his name spread big and bold up on the titantron, Punk takes a knee and checks the invisible wrist watch to confirm the time. Love him or hate him, the fans all scream along when he announces that it's Clobberin' Time!
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... The UWF Champion... CM PUNK!
The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he walks down the ramp. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The Renaissance is realized. This is a man who has re-established himself as Best in the World and he knows out. He carries himself with bulletproof confidence, daring any and all comers to take their shot. While Samoa Joe takes his place at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.
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Rather than waste any time, The two walk right to the center of the ring and lock up. Bryan takes advantage right away by pulling down on the arm of Punk's and bringing his shoulder down close to the mat. Punk rolls forward to get back to his feet and pulls Bryan in for a Short Arm Clothesline. He looks around to the crowd before running towards the ropes. Bryan flips over onto his stomach and Punk leaps over him. He comes off the ropes once more but runs into a Standing Dropkick by Bryan! Punk gets rocked and stumbles over to the ropes. Bryan comes running over and gives him a knee to the gut! Bryan then takes off to the other side of the ring but Punk follows him over and clothesline him over the top rope! Danielson lands on his feet on the outside but Punk has already run to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes to come back with a Suicide Dive, crashing with Bryan into the announce table!
Tom Phillips: Well it looks like Punk and Bryan are wasting zero time.
Mauro Ranallo: Both men aren't exactly interested in trying to one up each other or play each other off as just another opponent. They know how good each other is and even though they might look down on their current status', they still know they can't slip up.
Corey Graves: We're talking about two legends in UWF. They've locked horns before and they'll do it again. When you've been around a long time, it's never about who won the last time,. They've traded wins back and forth for years, it's about who's better now.
Punk grabs Bryan and brings him over to the apron. He tries to smash his face into it but Danielson gets his hands up and elbow's Punk in the ribs. Punk turns away and Bryan grabs him from behind and throws him into the steel ring post shoulder first! Punk bounces off hard and lands back first against the barricade. Bryan comes over and starts laying him some kicks to the chest. The ref reaches a count of 7 and so Bryan rolls back under the ropes only to roll back out to restart the count. He goes to grab Punk but the UWF Champion shoves him away. Bryan runs at him but Punk catches him with a Leg Lariat! Punk grabs at his shoulder and rotates the joint. He climbs up onto the apron and stands over Bryan who is getting to his feet. Punk looks like he's readying for a double Axe Handle to the back but Bryan suddenly kicks Punk's feet out from under him and Punk lands on the apron, his head whipped back against the apron on impact! Bryan turns Punk's body so his chest is facing out of the ring with his lower body inside. He jumps onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. He then leaps off and connects with a Knee right to the chest! Punk gasps for air while Bryan rolls him back into the ring to make the pin!
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Punk gets the shoulder up at 2! Bryan grabs the arm that lifted up, the same one he threw into the ring post and bends it back to place Punk in the Anaconda Vise!
Tom Phillips: Bryan adding insult to injury with Punk's own move!
Mauro Ranallo: Punk may be synonymous with the move but Bryan can make just about anyone tap to anything.
Punk is far from the ropes and still doesn't have as much breathe in his lungs as he'd hope for so he has no reservations when he reaches up and starts clawing at Bryan's eyes to break free from the hold. he ref gets on him for this but Punk just ignores it. Bryan rubs his eyes with one hand while swinging wildly with the other. Punk carefully dodges them before ducking underneath him and catching him onto his shoulders! Bryan immediately starts ramming his elbow into Punk's shoulder causing him to drop Bryan. Bryan then kicks him behind his knee to causing him to drop down to his knees and follow up with some kicks to the chest. Bryan is squinting but he can juuuust make out where Punk is and lays his kicks in with no reluctance. Punk eats about 5 of them before Bryan takes a step back and kicks his head clean off! He makes the pin!
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Punk kicks out! Bryan looks down at Punk and a he let's out a big sigh. He stands back up and grabs a hold of Punk's arms. Next thing you know he starts kicking his fucking head! Punk eats the brunt of each kick over and over again until it looks like he's knocked out clean. The ref moves in to check on him but Bryan picks him up right away and grabs him in a Full Nelson for a brief second before throwing him back with a Dragon Suplex! Bryan keeps the bridge in and the ref makes the pin.
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But No! Punk kicks out just in time! Bryan casually scoots over and traps Punk's arm between his legs. He reaches over to place him in the Labell Lock but Punk flips over onto him to pin his shoulders to the mat!
Mauro Ranallo: Nice counter, he could have him right here!
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Bryan kicks out! Both men rush to their feet but Bryan is much quickly, getting up while Punk is still on his hands and knees. Bryan backs up and then runs at Punk with the Knee but the UWF Champion side steps it! Bryan catches his footing and turns around to eat a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head. Bryan shuffles over to the corner where Punk follows up with a Running Knee! The then rolls him forward with a Snapmare before hitting him with a Shining Wizard in the back of the head! Bryan holds the back of his head as he tries to stand back up. He turns around only to get scooped up onto Punk's shoulder and blasted with the GTS! Punk falls on top of him fo the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, CM Punk!
Punk leaves the ring and grabs his Championship. Bryan is being checked on by the ref but Punk heads off to the back. The cameras follow him backstage where he walks to his personal dressing room. He tries to go in but finds that it's locked. He walks off looking for EC3 and heads towards his office.
Corey Graves: I know the show's come to it's end but this in unprofessional. What kind of staff do they have in this dump of a city.
Punk heads down the hall and towards the door where EC3's office is. As he comes closer, we start to hear a noise. Punk stops and looks around only to see a screw fall from the roof. He looks up and sees a lighting rig starting to buckle. He quickly moves out of the way as the thing comes crashing down onto the floor where he was!
Mauro Ranallo: LOOK OUT!
The metal crashes to the floor as glass, plastic and metal pieces come flying out from the impact. EC3 comes out of his office with multiple security guards who quickly block off the scene. Other members of the roster can be seen coming to see what just happened. Punk meanwhile has a few cuts from the blast area.
Corey Graves: Why the hell is there a big lighting rig back there?
Mauro Ranallo: It's almost as if the perpetrator was looking for something to crash down onto Punk but couldn't find anything better.
Punk shoots Ethan a death glare, knowing that this is far from over as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Cena vs Swoggle - Evolution J
Shark Boy vs Batista - ultrainstinct
Orton vs Ciampa - Fauche
Bryan vs Punk, Zayn vs Gable, Danhausen vs Rollins - Danny
