Post by Danny on Mar 4, 2022 4:28:06 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!
The infamous music blares through the speakers as the Visionary steps out from behind the curtains with his entourage of Roman Reigns and Paul Heyman. The three men pause at the top of the ramp as they stare down the path to the ring, absorbing the tremendous negative reaction from the crowd.
The trio is all smiles- for obvious reasons- as they slowly but surely make their way down to the ring as a unit. Seth struts with down to the ring in front with a confident swagger about himself as he pauses at the bottom of the ramp before walking up the stairs. Heyman wlaks up the stairs behind him whereas Reigns slides in under the bottom rope. The three stare the crowd down as the booing continues.
Paul Heyman twirls the mic in his hand as he smiles like a child in a candy store. The fans boo him as loudly as they can in unison in attempts to keep him speaking, but the smile just keeps on getting larger in size. After a few long raucous moments, Paul Heyman finally lifts the mic to his face and begins to speak.
Paul Heyman: Ladies & Gentlemen!
Paul pauses long enough for the fans to boo once more, but he eventually just speaks over them.
My name is Paul Heyman, and it has been the absolute greatest privilege of my career to serve as the manager and the special counsel for the Visionary: SETH ROLLINS! He is a great man with undeniable talents and athleticism. Those same talents combined with the belief that he is now “THE BEST IN THE WORLD,” led him to be the last man standing. He went into the Rumble with a plan in mind, and he stuck to his guns until the plan was nothing short of a success. My client went into that match, and he did exactly what he said that he was going to do. That’s right folks, it was my client: SETH ROLLINS, that became the man that you all must ACKNOWLEDGE as the 2022 Royal Rumble Winner.
The fans booing intensifies as the trio in the ring trade looks and smirks at one another.
It is my client; SETH ROLLINS, who is now the number one contender for the UWF Championship. My client busted his ass and fought like all hell to be able to punch his ticket to the main event at WrestleMania 11! My client had the vision and the purpose, and the Universe blessed him by assisting him with the ability to manifest his dreams. In the Rumble, my client personally ended the dreams of 5 competitors when he dumped them out of the ring like yesterday’s trash. My client is on a one-way collision course with CM Punk at the company’s biggest dance, and I’m here to tell you right now; my client will do whatever it takes to get the god damn job done!
So Phil Brooks, make sure that you hold that championship tight when its time for you to cuddle and snuggle yourself at night. Because your last days of holding that championship are rapidly approaching. You’ve done a rather fine job of keeping that championship clean and warm for my client. While Seth may have just lost the Intercontinental Championship, it’s only going to be a trade from the Universe once he gets the bigger fish from the pond. CM Punk! I am telling you tonight, right now so you can get it through your little peanut head: my client is going to kick your ass in the main event of WrestleMania 11!
Paul Heyman practically screams the last sentence at the top of his lungs as he lowers his mic and recollects himself. Seth Rollins slowly lifts the mic to his face as the fans begin to boo him as loud as their voice boxes will allow them too.
Seth Rollins: 2022 is going to be the year that everything changes. Me winning the rumble and going on to take ownership of my property that is currently on another man’s waist is going to cause a massive paradigm shift in this company and around the world. I am the light that casts out the darkness. I am the hope that lays in the land of the unbelievers. And I am the star that shines the brightest in the night skies that gets wished upon.
At WrestleMania 11, I will be coming to take my championship and sit upon my throne as I rule over the UWF Universe. I am a slave to the Universe, doing anything that it humbly asks of me with no questions asked. And for my obedience, I will soon be gifted the keys to the kingdom where I will be able to rule over this company as I see fit. My belief and faith in myself and the Universe’s obligations of me are rivaled to no other power on this planet. I have manifested and shifted my reality to finally match my dreams and now—I wait for the inaugural day that I am crowned the UWF Champion; after I brutally crush CM Punk’s noggin when I curb stomp his ass and leave my size 12 boot permanently indented in his skull.
Seth pauses so that his words can truly sink in before continuing.
Listen up Phil—your quest for breaking the record with that championship is going to be up the moment the bell rings and our fight starts. You can pretend that you aren’t worried about me all you want. The truth is ever so clear. Especially since the last time we met in this ring, you were pinned for a three count. This time the only thing that will be different is that it’s going to be for the title and at the biggest stage of them all. And I will make sure that my hardwork for the Universe will end with my dreams coming to fruition. At WrestleMania 11, I will become the brand new UWF Champion.
Seth lowers his microphone as his music begins to play once again. The Royal Rumble Winner stares into the camera intensely as the scene fades to black and the program rolls onto the next segment.
The scene opens with Randy Orton standing in a dark corridor and he begins to speak..
Revolution is here. The darkness begins. The time for destruction starts right now. Tonight, another man’s career disappears while another one rises up to the occasion to take up a huge opportunity. Everyone will see Dolph Ziggler’s wrestling career disappear in flames while my career rises from the ashes and brings total darkness to UWF. I will show everyone the new meaning of destruction. When I become the brand new Prime Time Medal, I get what I deserved for an extremely long time. I will show everyone once again why I am one of the best and most dangerous competitors in UWF. Even if they disrespect me and then they will have no choice to give me respect for the hard work I have done to get what I want in UWF. I have done everything to get whatI deserved for a golden opportunity for a title shot and I am not going to let it slip through my hands again. Time and time again, everyone always remembers me as the guy who always failed at capturing gold. But this year, it will be different and I am no longer the one that everyone knows. I am even more aggressive and my mind is more focused than I have ever been before.
Tonight, not only will I win the Prime Time Medal. I will wait patiently for the right time to strike and go for what I rightfully deserved. Until then, everyone will have to wait patiently whenever I will strike and go for a championship gold. I will choose the time and place when I want my golden opportunity after I capture the Prime Time Medal.
As for the champions and Seth Rollins, they will have just one huge warning from me. If I was them, I would be watching my back at all times because you never know when I will strike. More Blood will be shattered all over UWF. More tears of cry when my opponents get defeated. No mercy shall be given to my opponents. Their pain and their suffering fuel me with more energy and my anger comes to a boiling point. Unlike Eddie Kingston, I will fight until the day I die and I promise everyone that I will fulfill my goal in UWF before I ever retire. Until then, more deceased bodies and broken bones will be showing up soon while being covered in the dust. That is when you will all realize the darkness and destruction has begun. The new era begins and everyone will remember the name of the future UWF King in his kingdom……..Randy Orton.
Randy Orton winks at the camera and he begins to laugh. The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton smiling.
Tony Chimel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first
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.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent….
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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As the bell rings, Cena and Punk meet in the middle. To Punk this is just another night of work but to the TV Champion this is his chance to show he can hang with the UWF Champion. Cena offers a test of strength and Punk looks like he is going to take his hand, Cena raises his right hand but Punk goes low with his left, hitting Cena in the gut, grabbing Cena in a headlock he tries to work round into a neckbreaker but Cena uses his superior strength and lifts Punk into a back suplex, planting the world champion to the mat, Cena goes for a quick cover.
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Punk kicks out of the Back Suplex, the champion not being taken down that easily, Cena picks up Punk and whips him off the ropes and goes for a Clothesline but Punk ducks it and comes back to hit a Dropkick on Cena, sending big match John back into the ropes but not completely off his feet, Cena uses the momentum to attempt a jumping shoulder tackle but Punk manages to push Cena out the way at the last second, sending Cena into the turnbuckle, Punk then charges and hits a high knee and then a bulldog into the centre of the ring, Punk then goes for a pin.
1…2…Cena kick out
Mauro Ranallo: STRONG KICK OUT BY CENA, IN A MATCH THAT HASN’T STOPPED GOING SINCE IT STARTED.
Tom Phillips: That’s right Cena isn’t one to give up so easy, the heart of a warrior burns in him
Corey Phillips: Yeah there’s also the heart of a two bit rapper as well, this isn’t anything that Punk hasn’t faced before and I don’t see him struggling anytime soon.
Back in the ring, Punk is working the head of Cena, delivering sharp elbows to the forehead, before locking in a chokehold, Cena begins to fade and the referee lifts his arm twice but Cena manages to get to his feet and run Punk into the corner back first, causing the champion to let him go. Punk sucks wind as Cena charges with a shoulder block and then runs back and hits Punk with another, Punk falls to the ground as Cena climbs to the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: Cena going top rope here.
Tom Phillips: Not known for going top rope often but he could be looking for that signature top rope leg drop.
Corey Phillips: PUNK COME ON GET OUT THE WAY.
Cena jumps and hits the leg drop right across the back of Punk, the UWF Champion wincing in pain as the full force of the leg connects, rippling through his back, Punk rolls into the centre of the ring and Cena goes to the top of his head, running off the rope he hits one and jumps over Punk and then hits the other, jumping over Punk again. Cena then waves his hand in front of his face, shouting along with the crowd, “You can’t see me”, Cena goes to drop the Five Knuckle Shuffle but Punk rolls out of the way in time, Cenas fist hitting the mat with a full force, Cena gets back up onto a knee, wincing as he clutches his fist, Punk comes back and hits a Shining Wizard on Cena, sending Cena onto his back, Punk then goes to the outside and slingshots in, hitting a senton on Cena and goes for the pin.
1…2….2.5…..Cena kicks out
Mauro Ranallo: A CLOSE CALL THERE FOR CENA
Tom Phillips: Cena taking a lot of offense but he dug deep and managed to kick out.
Corey Phillips: Typical that you’d be part of the Cena fan club Phillips, I bet you have all his CD’s
Tom Phillips: Or maybe I recognise that Cena is a fighter and that’s the reason why he is TV Champion.
Back in the ring, Punk slams the mat in frustration. Getting into the referees face the referee tells him it was two, Punk looks like he is going to argue more but decides against it, he goes to pick up Cena but Cena reverses it into an inside cradle, the referee doesn’t get a chance to count as Punk kicks out almost immediately, Cena gets back to his feet quickly and Punk swings with a Clothesline but once again Cena manages to dodge it, punching Punk he winces as its his damaged hand but he still manages to rock the champ, sending him back into the ropes, Cena irish whips Punk across the ring and charges at him as he comes back with a Shoulder Block, then as Punk gets back up he hits another. Picking Punk up he hits a spinning sit out powerbomb and calls for the AA, stalking Punk as he waits for him to get to his feet.
Mauro Ranallo: Cena stalking Punk here, looking for that Attitude Adjustment
Tom Phillips: This could be it, a win here for Cena over the Champion could rocket him up the ladder.
Corey Graves: Oh God, I can’t watch. This is the end of the UWF as we know it.
Cena scoops up Punk and goes for the AA but Punk manages to rake Cena's eyes, causing Cena to drop him, Punk jumps and wraps his legs round Cena’s neck, hitting an Inverted Frankensteiner, spiking Cena’s neck into the mat. Punk gets Cena off the mat and hits the GTS, going for the pin, he shouts over the referee.
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Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL….. CM PUNK
The referee lifts Punks hand into the air as he is handed back his title, lifting it up into the air, we cut to commercial as the camera focuses on a celebrating Punk.
The room is a black darker than the depths of the mariana trench. A voice is heard as a figure stands in frame, Their face obscured by the darkness...
Nature of man is falliable, Some here believe foolishly that their will is of their own, That they make their own decisions, and some are so foolish to believe they are safe. Noone is safe now that the god of our new world has stepped back in this world. Blind to all that is and blind to all that will be. The sheep roam in presence of the wolfs...
You have been warned...
As there’s a break in the action, things head elsewhere to some footage shot earlier in the day. Batista is in a local airport when he’s stopped by an offscreen interviewer.
Interviewer: Dave Batista. Rich with TMZ, man, how are you doing?
Batista: About to fly out for Revolution tonight.
Rich: Yeah man, gonna be a good show. Orton and Ziggler, Punk and Cena, you and Ciampa. I’m sure you’re looking forward to it as much as we are.
Batista: Another night to kick some ass, what’s not to look forward to?
Rich: That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You say you went back to wrestling to kick some ass, but you’re doing more getting your ass kicked. It’s embarrassing to your legacy and fans like me that grew up watching you. I mean, come on, are you really proud of beating a checked out Dolph Ziggler or cheap shotting a few guys that haven’t seen the inside of a ring in a few years? I think you should come back to making movies.
Batista looks visibly irritated.
Rich: Now don’t get me wrong, I’m saying this out of love. The Batista I know would’ve taken Danhausen…
Batista grabs the microphone.
Batista: You want to talk about Danhausen? Everyone does, don’t they? Everyone loves and adores that face painted freak! And one reason they love him is because every time I try to squash him like the insect he is, he gets away with his life! Well I’ve got news for you, Danhausen isn’t going to send me packing from wrestling. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Danhausen is one of the reasons I’m going to continue wrestling because, you want to talk embarrassing, he’s embarrassing this sport. The era I come from, both as a fan and a performer, guys were tough and weren’t little pencil necked geeks. Danhausen perpetuates the joke that this industry has become, and I’m sick and damn fed up with waking up every day to that reality.
Rich: So what are you going to do about it? He’s got your number clearly.
Batista: Watch and see. Until then, 911 is the number you need.
Batista decks Rich and pushes the camera as he walks off and Revolution continues.
FAAAAAAAAME!
David Bowie's iconic banger hits the soundsystem and the fans hit their feet in a mixed reaction for the former UWF Champion. Some in the stands are happy to see one of the best to ever do it making his grand return to the UWF ring, while others have yet to forget his underhanded ways and refuse to give up the grudge. Ziggy emerges from the back regardless, fired up and ready to go as he does his usual pose for the benefit of the rabid crowd.
Ziggler trots down the ramp, clapping palms with fans who reach for the high five, then jogs on the spot at the foot of it before heading up the steps, walking along the apron, and straddling the middle rope for a second before entering the squared circle to prepare for the contest.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
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DING DING DING
Orton walks to the center of the ring and Ziggler cautiously walks around him. After seeing what he did to Bryan Danielson at the Royal Rumble, he doesn't want to take this too lightly. He moves in from behind and grabs him at the waist. He pushes him forward into the ropes, perhaps trying to roll him up but Randy hangs onto the ropes and Ziggler rolls back onto his feet. He runs right back at him but Orton throws a Back Elbow to knock him off balance towards the center of the ring. Randy casually walks up to him but eats a Dropkick to the face! Orton staggers backwards and leans against the ropes. Ziggler comes over and whips him across the ring but Orton reverses sending him instead. Ziggler bounces off the ropes and into Randy's waiting arms with a Scoop Powerslam! Ziggler is quick to roll away to the ropes to prevent a pin.
Tom Phillips: There's those World Champion instincts of Ziggler's keeping him out of harm's way.
Mauro Ranallo: Orton however has even more experience and is at the top of his game. Despite an impressive showing in the rumble, one has to wonder if Ziggler can still compete at a high level.
Ziggler is laying on the apron but Randy comes over and goes through the ropes to pick him up. He grabs onto his head and pulls him out into the ring, hanging his feet on the apron. Orton looks to the crowd with a smirk on his face but he takes a little too long and Ziggler gets his feet planted in the ring and sends Orton over the top rope! The Viper lands on the apron and grabs a fistful of Ziggler's hair before delivering a Forearm to the back of the head! Dolph stumbles towards the center of the ring and Randy comes in through the ropes. As he does though, Ziggler jumps at him and drives his head into the mat with the Jumping DDT! He makes the pin!
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Orton kicks out! Ziggler backs away and heads to the corner where he starts stomping on the mat, tuning up the band for what comes next. Randy starts to get to his feet and when he turns around Ziggler goes for the Superkick! Orton ends up catching his foot though and Ziggler looks surprised. He then pushes the foot away to spin Ziggler 360 degrees and when he turns back to face him, Orton has jumped up and drives him into the mat with an RKO! Dolph goes down but Randy isn't done there. He walks over to the opposite corner and starts to just lie in wait.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on, Randy could have ended this already.
Corey Graves: It's not just about the Prime Time Medal, this is about sending a message.
Ziggler tries to pick himself up off the mat but he's struggles to even get to all fours. Meanwhile Orton is twitching, just giddy at the chance to finish him off. Ziggler is up to his hands and knees and so Orton takes off, Punting his head damn near off his shoulders! Ziggler is out and Orton flips him over to make the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Prime Time Medal holder, Randy Orton!
Corey Graves: One win down, two more to go and Randy Orton will be the next challenger for the Intercontinental Championship.
Mauro Ranallo: Orton vs Ciampa? I don't think the world is ready for that kind of violence.
Orton gets handed the medal and AJ comes in and places it around his neck. The dup casually exit the ring and head up the ramp while Ziggler is being attended to. The fans cheer the legend on as he's helped up by the official. Ziggler is being helped to the back when suddenly the lights go out. No one is quite sure what to make of this but when the lights come back on, Ziggler is gone. The ref who was holding him looks around, surprised to see this as well but no one knows where he went. The show moves on...
The titantron cuts to a pre recording of Ciampa standing outside what looks to be his house, over his shoulder is the Intercontinental Championship, he looks down at it and smirks.
Ciampa: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Chez Ciampa, just thought i’d check in after what was certainly an exciting Royal Rumble, we saw many victories and losses but the victory that matters the most was my own.
Ciampa would look at the IC belt again.
Ciampa: You see at the Rumble I finally reached part of my destiny when I planted Seth Rollins ass into the mat and pinned him 1…2…3…, people said it couldn’t be done, despite my rap sheet of wins, despite not being pinned in months, everyone still doubted. Just because Seth walked around and acted like a god, didn’t mean he was a God and I proved that.
Ciampa would smirk.
Ciampa: On the topic of Seth, his little toad, Paul Heyman said some stuff about me. He called me a fraud and that I was a “K-Mart” version of Seth Rollins. I can accept that stuff, I’ve heard it my whole career. People beating me down and trying to discourage my greatness, well at the Rumble Paul, this K-Mart version of Seth Rollins, kicked his ass. That’s me 2-0 against your client. Enough about me however, I wanted to talk to you Paul because you dragged my wife into this. My wife who had her own dreams shattered and for that I can’t forgive. That attack on my wife proved you are nothing but a spineless piece of shit Paul. I know you were just trying to get into my head because you knew your client couldn’t beat me, so you thought you’d try to drag me down into your pathetic little mind games.
Ciampa would sigh.
Ciampa: If anyone is to blame for the beating I gave Seth, Paul its you. Because the anger I felt for you, I put into your client. I beat Seth and took his title because of you Paul. So I hope Seth thanks you for that but don’t worry Paul, i’ll thank you personally at some point.
Ciampa would take a seat on a sun lounger.
Ciampa: Now onto the Rumble itself, it was a glorious performance by myself. I lifted nine people over that rope and dumped them out, one more I would have tied Ziggler, two more and I would have beaten the record and won the Rumble but I didn’t. That rat Seth did. Like the coward he is, he caught me off guard and kicked me out the Rumble.
Ciampa seethes with a slight anger but manages to calm down.
Ciampa: Since then i’ve been thinking about my next step, obviously I intend to enter and leave Wrestlemania with Goldie over here but beyond that, well I think its clear who should be next in line for the UWF Championship. If Seth wins at Wrestlemania then as someone who hasn’t been pinned by him, i’m the only natural choice. However we still have time before then, time for Punk to lose that title. You want contenders man, well you’re looking at the only man who has any claim on this roster for one.
Ciampa would then nod to the side.
Ciampa: Before we got onto Mania though, I need to beat “Big Daves” ass on Revolution. You might be a star in Hollywood Drax but here, the UWF, this is my time and you’re just another man in the way.
Ciampa would then stand up and grab Goldie
Ciampa: Well for now, i’ve been your UWF Intercontinental Champion, Tommaso Ciampa and this has been Goldie, hope you all have a nice day and see you at Revolution.
The camera would then cut away.
The dark room appears again as a pair of hands in prayer come into light...
Wolfs feed on the weak, We offer salvation to those who seek it. Fools each and everyone who dares trying to stop our mission. The leader of the new world will break you down to rebuild you in our image. You can hear but you don't listen, You can think but you truly don't understand. You are creatures of a falliable nature and you need to be saved...
We are here to save you...
”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.
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 hold the Intercontinental Championship in the air and shouts "THIS IS MY MOMENT"
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Wardlow from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the UWF Intercontinental Champion The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Keeping the championship held in the air, Ciampa quickly moves his empty 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 championship aloft, allowing a single spotlight to hit it and let it shine.
Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and stares at his championship, like Gollum staring at the one ring, he then touches the centre and stares for a second. He would then hand the Intercontinental Championship to Wardlow, telling him to take care of her. Ciampa then gets in his corner.
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DING DING DING
The two men meet at the middle of the ring and tie up with Batista obviously getting the better of the two. He throws Ciampa backwards and the champ falls on his back, rolling back up to his feet. Batista just laughs at him and flexes on him. Ciampa runs at him but gets his head nerly taken off with a Clothesline! Dave rolls his shoulders like he's still just getting warmed up while Ciampa sits up looking dazed. Batista grabs him by his beard and pulls him up but Ciampa hits him in the gut with a Knee. Ciampa takes off to the ropes and Batista goes for another Clothesline but Ciampa ducks it, hitting the ropes once more and coming back with a High Knee! Batista stumbles back into the ropes but doesn't go down. Ciampa runs at him and attempts to Clothesline him over the ropes but it doesn't quite work. He runs back to build more momentum before trying again to no avail. He runs at the ropes yet again but when he comes back Batista comes up and catches him with a Spinebuster! He makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out! Batista pulls him up and right away hoist him up in Batista Bomb position! Ciampa starts fighting back with some stiff right to the forehead before he's able to flip over and execute a Sunset Flip Bomb! Tommaaso doesn't even try for the pin, knowing that wasn't enough to put him away. Batista rolls over onto his hands and knees and tries to get up but Ciampa comes running over and blasts him with a knee to the side of the head! Big Dave is dazed enough for Ciampa to grab his arms and pull them behind him, placing his arms around his face to put him in a Sicilian Stretch!
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa using Batista's own Batista Bite against him.
Tom Phillips: Can you imagine if he makes Batista tap out to this?
Mauro Ranallo: Both men are well versed in this move and it's got to really impact Batista with those wide shoulders.
Batista doesn't have as much range of motion in his shoulders because of his size but one thing he has to compensate for that is strength. He manages to overpower Ciampa and force his arms closed together to break free. He then throws some elbows to get the Intercontinental Champion to back off. Batista gets back to his feet and rotates his shoulders to get some feeling back in. Ciampa however has hit the ropes and comes back with a Discus Lariat to take the big man off his feet! Batista tries to get back up right away but it's a bad idea as Ciampa is able to scoop him over his shoulder and he drops right away for the Over the Shoulder Belly to Back Piledirver! He makes the pin!
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Batista kicks out! Ciampa brings him back up and hooks both his arms. He's trying to set him up for the Fairy Tale Ending but Batista drops to a knew to prevent it and simply stands up to send him over with a Back Body Drop. Ciampa scoots over to the corner and uses them to get back up. Batista comes running over to give him a Clothesline in the corner! He follows that up with some Shoulder Thrusts, knocking the wind out of his opponent over and over again. He grabs Ciampa's head with both hands and just simply tosses him all the way across the ring! Ciampa crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up once more. Batista comes running over yet again but Ciampa gets the boot up! Unluckily for him,. Batista catches it and shakes his head. He pulls him towards him and catches him with another Spinebuster! He makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Those who have beaten Batista so far have used some semblance of head games but in a straight up fight, it's going to be hard to beat Batista.
Corey Graves: Ciampa is crazy enough to go all out to defeat anyone so if someone is going to find a way to out fight Batista, it's Tommaso Ciampa.
Batista looks down at Tommaso and shakes his head. He's got a smile on his face as he scraps him off the mat and picks up Ciampa over his shoulder, readying him for a Powerslam. He takes a few steps forward but Ciampa kicks his feet and falls behind him and shoves him forward. Batista almost collides with the ref but stops just short of him. The ref is balled of, preparing to take the hit. Ciampa uses this to kick Batista in the balls from behind! Batista falls to his knees and Ciampa knees him in the back of the head! Big Dave is on all fours and Ciampa pulls him up enough while hooking both arms. He's able to lift the bigger man up in the air and hit the Fairy Tale Ending! He turns him over and makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tommaso Ciampa!
Ciampa is handed his Intercontinental Championship and he raises it up while looking at Batista. Big Dave starts to come to and so Ciampa exits the ring, not wanting to deal with an angry Animal right now. He heads to the back as the show moves on.
Following the airing of a Japanese camera commercial, the viewing audience await the return to the live Revolution feed. But before the camera picks up again in the arena, an old but familiar face suddenly pops up on screen…
Jim Cornette
For those that don’t know, you should, my name is Jim Cornette, and I’ve deliberately made a point of keeping as far away from the Ultimate Wrestling Federation as is humanly possible, since my short and totally unpleasant spell with NXT came to a close a number of years ago. My decision to come back into the fold at that time was undoubtedly one of the stupidest I’ve ever made, particularly when I still to this day have regrets about my time on Nitro, Thunder and all the other crap that came before it as well. Hell, I’m not happy about the fact that I’ve had to pay for commercial time on the current shitshow they’re running just to get this message across. But the fact that I’m doing just that should speak volumes to every one of you that’s stupid enough to tune in every week.
Jim Cornette
You see the UWF should be getting taken to every small claims court in the country for the practice of false advertisement. They promote themselves as a ‘wrestling’ company, yet on the rare occasions when I’ve ran out of eardrops to gargle, as an alternative form of punishment I’ve ended up tuning in to watch Revolution, which in turn gives me the urge to hurl my TV set out of the fucking window! Because instead of being entertained by good quality wrestling, I’m being subjected to Grade F horseshit! And this is coming from supposedly the biggest ‘wrestling’ company in the world. So I would encourage anyone watching this to get off their asses and go sue these bastards, so that are left with little choice but to remove the word ‘wrestling’ from their company name should they wish to continue trading. Because for their name to include that term, when taking into full consideration the foul practices that they showcase every single week on the dipshit television network that chooses to give them airtime, is nothing short of a complete insult to the sport of professional wrestling!
Jim Cornette
Anyone that tunes in to my critically acclaimed podcast knows that my hatred of this company has never gone away, and has only continued to build up over the many weeks, months and years that they’ve been allowed to continue polluting the airwaves. Frankly I thought they could sink no lower following the shit they pulled all those years ago with Larry Sweeney, but low and behold you fast forward to the most recent Slammiversary, and once again we see some ‘as of yet’ unidentified asshole, trying to commit a legitimate heinous crime that warrants both a prison sentence and the electric chair to boot. But the reason he’s an asshole is not just because he’s an unknown moron that’s tried to murder someone, but because once again, he’s doing something that’s taking time away from the actual wrestling product! The current UWF Champion CM Punk is without a shadow of a doubt one of the most talented in-ring performers on the planet, but I watched his match at the Royal Rumble last weekend and couldn’t enjoy the damn thing, because the narrative was less about his actual ability as a wrestler, and more about the fact that someone tried to put him six feet under. It’s farcical, unnecessary, and it needs to stop!
Jim Cornette
You’ve got a whole host of other incredibly gifted wrestlers there like Bryan Danielson and Dolph Ziggler, guys who could wrestle a world championship worthy match in their sleep, and they barely get a look in. Because if the narrative of the show isn’t focused on person A attempting to decapitate person B or whatever the fuck, then instead it’s about the actions of a man who’s trying to audition for a Texan version of Jaws, or a midget dressed like a booger running around the place like a complete fucking idiot. People may fire back at me and say ‘Oh but Jim, you’re just an out of touch old man who can’t get with the times.’ Well if these are what the current times are, then frankly I want no part of them. If this is what is genuinely classed as entertainment in wrestling these days, then stop the damn planet, I wanna get the fuck off!
Jim Cornette
Now I’ve never objected to there being the odd light hearted moments in wrestling, you know, the sort of stuff that gives the people who have paid money to be there a little bit of relief in between great matches. But the problem with the UWF is that they focus the majority of their time and resources into the dumbest shit that would make Satan himself cringe. That’s been well and truly emphasized this year alone by the arrival of that dumbass motherfucker who wears the face paint, dresses in black and speaks like someone who got rejected for a spot on The Addams Family. He’s not a Sting ripoff, he’s a piss poor ripoff of a Sting ripoff. Sting earned the right to come out with facepaint and the dark getup, because aside from being a world class in-ring worker, he found a new way to gain the edge over his opponents by scaring the living shit outta them. This goof however couldn’t lace Sting’s boots! And the fact that I’m stood here even mentioning the two of them in the same sentence only serves as justification for me to go and wash my mouth out with soap when this is all said and done.
Jim Cornette
Simply put, the Ultimate Wrestling Federation is a form of toxic poison that needs to be given the Fukushima treatment. But as much as I want someone to lock the circus doors and throw away the key, I consider myself a realist, and I know that’s not gonna happen overnight. So aside from encouraging you idiots watching at home to file a much needed lawsuit against this bastard of a company, I implore you to see sense and do what needs to be done. Please, for the love of God, stop cheering for that diseased harlequin, show the crazed puppet masters who pull the strings that he has no rightful place on the airwaves, and start showing some real support for the people on the show that actually matter, at least until such a time as they can break free of that foul environment themselves anyway. I’m Jim Cornette, and that’s my opinion!
Following that unexpected tirade from the highly outspoken Jim Cornette, the live feed does now resume in the backstage area of the Revolution arena, where we see Renee Young, equipped with a microphone in hand, walking towards Danhausen, who is having a conversation with a small group of arena technicians.
Danhausen
And that’s how Danhausen invented the game of Pool…
Renee Young
Excuse me, Danhausen, I’m sorry to interrupt.
Danhausen
Ah Reneehausen! Not at all, Danhausen was just giving further explanation to these technical gentlemen about his exploits in the Monarch Earthquake last week.
Renee Young
So in that case you probably didn’t get a chance to listen to what we just heard from Jim Cornette during the commercial break?
Danhausen
Listen to who now?
Renee Young
Jim Cornette, he made some appearances for…
Danhausen
Danhausen will watch the show back later on, he’d rather not waste his valuable timehausen on attention seekers when instead he can share in the glorious details of how he managed to set the longest survival time in the Earthquake this year, thanks in part to his very famous, very evil eliminations of Chris Judas, Davetista and The Boring Graveyard. Danhausen also helped eliminate Zayn Malik and even gave a member of the not so local wildlife an opportunity to earn a spot at Wrestlehausen, so he had a pretty impressive night all things considered. But now that the Earthquake has passed, Danhausen must now concentrate on securing his own path to Wrestlehausen, starting tonight with his match against the Fish Man. Another being who like Danhausen impressed many at the Earthquake with his performance. Danhausen appreciates this feat, but he must put aside this appreciation in order to regain the momentumhausen that was lost following his fall at the hands of Thomas The Champ Engine. So with that in mindhausen…
At this point Danhausen reaches into his tights, and pulls out a newly filled jar of teeth, similar to the one that caused havoc in the Royal Rumble match.
Danhausen
What say you Fish Man? Fancy picking up from where Danhausen left off?
Danhausen starts to laugh in somewhat maniacal fashion as he walks away from those surrounding him and disappears off screen as the camera fades out and opens up at another location in the arena.
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.
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
The fans stars cheering right off the bat, liking both these two guys and they prepare for a nice respectful bout between two of their favorites. That goes out the window however when Shark Boy charges and knocks Danhausen into the corner. He proceeds to kick him over and over again until he falls to a seated position when Sharky can stomp a mudhole in him.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Shark Boy is giving Danhausen a helping hand in refilling his jar of teeth with Danhausen's own teeth!
Corey Graves: I'm not a big fan of this whole shark Boy thing but stomping a mudhole in Danhausen is something I can get behind.
The ref counts to four and Shark Boy backs away giving Danhausen some room to breath. The very nice but very evil man pulls himself back up which puts Shark Boy back on the move. He comes over to Danhausen but eats a boot right to the face! This backs him up a few paces and Danahusen runs out of the corner, taking him down with a Clothesline. Shark boy bounces right back up only to get taken down with a second Clothesline. He gets up again and Danhausen goes for the Clothesline once more but this time the former UWF Champion puts his hands up to block it and push it away. Danhausen spins from the push 360 degrees and gets kicked in the gut. Shark boy grabs him for the Chummer but Danhausen shoves him away and rolls out of the ring to safety.
Mauro Ranallo: Shark boy almost caught him right there. This match would've been over.
Tom Phillips: Danhausen has been around for thousands of years. I'm sure he's scouted all types of fish well enough to know when to get out of harms way just like we saw right there.
Danhausen thinks he's safe on the outside but he's gone into the deep and that's where sharks thrive! Shark Boy comes barreling out of the ring with a Suicide dive but it's name proves to be fortuitous as Danhausen shuffles out of the way and shark Boy lands hard on the floor! Danhausen comes over and quickly hoists him up for a Suplex on the floor! Shark Boy holds his back in pain but Danhausen lifts him back up and tosses him inside the ring. Danhausen walks over to the corner and grabs his jar of teeth. He lifts it up for all to see as he comes into the ring. Shark Boy is getting to his feet and he sees Danhausen coming at him. Shark Boy grabs his hand and yanks the jar away. He tosses it up and punts it into the crowd but he ends up hurting his own leg with that! He hops around on one leg but Danhausen kicks him in the gut and levels him with a DDT! He makes the pin!
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Shark Boy kicks out! Danhausen rises back up to his feet and grabs Shark Boy by the mask, pulling him back up along with him. He lifts him up enough to set him up for the Goodnighthausen but Shark Boy throws his body back and rolls Danhausen forward into a Inside Cradle! The ref drops down to make the pin but Danhausen breaks out of it right away! Both men rush up to their feet but Danhausen is the quicker of the two and he kicks Sharky in the gut! He sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip but Shark Boy bounces off them and leaps at Danhausen, taking him down with a Thesz Press! He starts hammering away at him but Danhausen covers up as best he can and rolls away to the ropes. Shark Boy gets to his feet and motions for Danhausen to bring it and calls him a stupid son of a bitch. Danhausen takes offense to this with a very loud "No Swearing!" directed right at him. He tries to take off the former UWF Champion's head with a Running Big Boot but Shark Boy dodges it and when Danhausen turns around, he's scooped up and planted with a Spinebuster! Shark Boy makes the cover!
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Danhausen kicks out! Shark Boy heads out onto the apron and starts to climb to the top rope. Danhausen is getting to his feet while Shark Boy waits, perched at the top. Danhausen turns around to see Shark Boy jump at him with a Diving Crossbody. Danhausen manages to side step and Shark Boy lands hard on the mat! Danhausen lifts him up onto his shoulders and it's not long before he eats the Very Nice, Very Kneevil! Shark Boy ends up spitting out a tooth and instead of following up with a pin, Danhausen goes to retrieve the tooth. another one for the collection or maybe he's make a cool shark tooth necklace with it, who knows! Shark Boy has retreated to the corner where Danhausen comes over and starts laying in some punches before biting Shark Boy's mask, trying to rip one of the teeth out of his mask!
Mauro Ranallo: Hey fish are friends, not food!
Tom Phillips: Well he's very nice but let's not forget, he's also very evil.
Corey Graves: And I'm very suicidal watching this side show.
Shark Boy grabs at Danhausen's head and drops down to give him a Jawbreaker! Danhausen retreats to the opposite side of the ring while Shark Boy composes himself. He feels around his mask, making sure all teeth are still in tact. He comes running at the corner but Danhausen side steps out of the way and Shark Boy hits the corner chest first, bouncing back int the waiting arms of Danhausen who hits him with a German Suplex! Danhausen picks him right back up and once again sets him up for the Craddle DDT. Shark Boy however rushes forward to back him into the corner and starts throwing Shoulder Thrusts over and over again! Danhausen however fight back with clubbing blows to the back and even some elbows that sends Sharky on the retreat. Danhausen grabs him from behind and tosses him to the ropes but Shark Boy bounces off the bottom rope and comes back with the Chummer! Danhausen goes down and shark Boy scrambles to make the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Shark Boy!
Shark Boy celebrates the win while Danhausen is checked on by the ref. Shark Boy gets thrown some clam juice and he downs it quickly before tossing it aside. He thrown another one but sees Danhausen getting up. Shark boy comes over and offer him the juice. Danhausen looks down at it and shrugs his shoulders before accepting it. He takes a sip and nods, cheering towards Shark Boy before leaving the ring. Shark Boy continues to celebrate with more clam juice as the show moves on.
The feed goes to the backstage area where EC3 is arguing on the phone.
EC3: What do you mean all the leads have dried up? It's been 6 weeks and you're telling me we're back at square one!? Look if you don't give me some results in the next 24 hours I'll-
: Ethan! EC3 looks shocked, knowing that voice fairly well. He turns around to see none other than his aunt Dixie Carter.
Dixie Carter: Ethan, what on earth is taking so long with this investigation?
EC3: Auntie, i got a handle on it.
Dixie Carter: Oh do you? Because it sounded like you don't know what the hell you're doing. I'm going to tell you this once. Fix it. i don't care who you havbe to pin it on, just get it done, or else I'll find someone who will
Dixie walks off leaving EC3 taking a deep sigh as the show moves on.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.
Chimel: Introducing first... from Montreal Quebec, Canada... weighing in at 212 pounds... The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!
Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.
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.
Chimel: And his opponent... from Buffalo, Iowa... weighing in at 220 lbs... SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
Without further adieu, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. He smacks his chest one good time to make sure that all eyes are on him 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 the center of the ring and throws his hands in the air as the crowd rains down on his with a massive collective chorus of boo's.
The reviled competitors stand across the ring from each other, ready to fight. Tony steps out and the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Zayn and Rollins kick things off with some vintage heel stall tactics. They meander around the perimeter of the squared circle, sticking tight the ropes while trading insults that are mostly lost under the disapproval of the peanut gallery. On the outside, Heyman is calling for his boy to keep focused. Seth's ain't about that though - he's busy reminding Sami about what happened in their last one-on-one match. The Forever Champ fires back with some commentary on Seth's goofy outfit and such.
All around them, the crowd keeps on booing.
Phillips: Now that we're on that last stretch of the Road to Wrestlemania, a win for either man could have significant implications. This a huge match - a Wrestlemania rematch, even, but the fans don't seem happy about it.
Graves: Who cares if they're happy? They're loud. They pay hand over fist to see the guys they really despise get beat up. How many people go to Nascar for the left turns? Nobody. Crashes, Phillips. They people want crashes.
Seth feints a shot in. Sami jogs out of harms way towards one of the corner. Rollins pulls back up, cackling. In response, Zayn pulls makes like he's gonna come over and tag the Messiah, so Seth leans into the sanctuary of the ropes. Now it's Sami's turn to condescend, mocking the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship for flinching.
His ego dinged up, Rollins finally moves in to get this going. It's a classic collar-and-elbow to start. Rollins' has some size on his opponent, but that initial power advantage is hastily mitigated by some slick footwork by Sami, who transitions into a side-headlock. Failing to slip out at first, Seth eventually gets him off with a hard shove. Zayn is sent into the ropes. He doesn't bounce back, however, on account of he catches himself by wrapping his arms around that top cable.
Rollins rushes over on the offensive. Zayn steps out of harms way and uses the ropes for leverage to lean up and clip Seth with an ensiguri. Seth gets dummied by the boot to the head and is helpless to avoid getting tossed over the top by the Forever Champ. The Architect crashes down to the arena floor with an unceremonious splat.
Sami then leans over the ropes to talk some more trash - something about how he could have easily eliminated Rollins in the Rumble if the Final Four hadn't teamed up on him.
Graves: Not to take anything away from Seth Rollins, but Sami has a point. It took four people to get him out of the Royal Rumble.
Ranallo: Maybe you don't remember because you were unconscious at the time, but Zayn's performance leading up to his departure was among the more cowardly we've ever seen. I don't think there are too many people shedding a tear for the perceived injustice here.
While nursing the back of his banged head, Seth shoot some daggers up the Canuck in the ring while huffing and puffing in anger. Paul Heyman scuttles over to offer some special council, instructing his guy to breath and find his balance with the universe so he can manifest his undeniable destiny or whatever. The specifics aren't too audible with the fans lathering the hate on him. Whatever the memo is, it works. Seth shuts his eyes, takes a few seconds of that ten count to collect himself, and eventually slides back into the ring just as the Ref's hitting a seven.
Sami looks to put the boots to his foe on the way in but Rollins ploughs him down with a double-leg. He attempts to transition into a full mount but Zayn scrambles out of his grip and gets back to his feet. The Architect joins him there and ducks a lariat when Sami vies to knock him right back down.
Our recently dethroned IC Champ dashes forward to get some bonus momentum from the ropes. He bounces back to meet Zayn as he's pivoting around and flattens the dude with a Sling Blade! The dizzying technique levels the Canadian. Rollins hooks a leg once he's down to try for the cover...
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Zayn kicks out just after the two count! Seth grabs a handful of hair to yank his opponent back to a vertical base - Sami sandbags him, tucks and rolls while hooking a leg to counter with a Schoolboy! The roll-up catches Rollins completely off-guard! The Official drops down to make the count...
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Rollins breaks free before the three count! Well done him.
Both men scurry away from each other to find some distance to stand safely. Seth uses the intersecting corner ropes for the helping hand up. Zayn targets him there and runs in with the Helluva Kick! It almost connects but the Architect slips out of harms way just in time to avoid total destruction.
Phillips: Whoa! Near miss by Zayn with the Helluva Kick!
Ranallo: I'm sure Sami Zayn would love to get some revenge on Seth for what he did to him at Wrestlemania X, and that's the maneuver to do it.
Seth transitions to get himself behind his foe. He grabs a leg and presses Zayn up, ribs to shoulders, looking for that Angle Slam! Zayn slides off before it can land. Whirling his body around like a sprinkler head, he clobbers Seth with a discuss lariat to the chest. The blow lands flushes. Instead of knocking him down, however, it sends Seth backing up into the ropes. When he rebounds off, Zayn steps behind and catches him with an Exploder Suplex!
Rollins flips heels over head and gets pancaked on the canvas. Zayn dives down and shoots the half, hoping it will be enough to put the guy away this time...
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No! Seth gets a shoulder up before the three count. Sami sits up, looking flustered. He accuses the Ref of slow hands, or perhaps not knowing what number even comes after two. The third man argues back, insisting his hands are regular speed and that he is aware of three. Zayn's eyes narrow. "So it's a conspiracy, then?" he suggests with that knowing scowl. The Official shakes his head and tells The Forever Champ to focus on the match.
From the apron, Seth is getting some advice of his own. Heyman is trying to channel some helpful vibes his way, willing the Rumble winner to power. Rollins is still a bit dizzy from the Exploder and doesn't put up too much of a fight when Sami scoops him up and Irish Whips him into on the of the turnbuckles.
Seth's body slams into the unmoving post and gets hung up on the ropes. Zayn backs up to the opposite corner and waits a few seconds for Seth to turn around before dashing over with a second try at the Helluva Kick!
Ranallo: Helluva Kick inbound!
Graves: This is bad news for Rollins...
It would be, if Seth didn't get out harm's way all over again. Sami goes long when Seth dips out, and The Forever Champ gets hung up on the top. Rollins courteously pries him off, but the generosity comes to a screeching halt when he blasts Sami face-first into the top of the buckle.
With Zayn all loopy now, Rollins picks him up and sits him right on top of the post. He climbs up after him, hooks his arm around the head, grabs some trunks and leans back to come smashing down with a Superplex! The Architect adds and exclamation mark to that exclamation mark by holding on, rolling through and executing a Falcon's Arrow!
Sami is smeared all over the mat like bug guts on a fly swatter. Rollins leans over, grabs a leg and hooks it deep to seal the deal.
Phillips: That oughta do it!
Ranallo: It's like Rollins put Sami Zayn into a dryer, turned it on, and then threw it down the side of a mountain.
The Official drops down to count it...
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No! Zayn kicks out in time, though just barely. Rollins is incensed, but once again, with those calming directions from Paul E., he's able to find his spiritual center and do what he needs to do to wrap things up.
Rolling Sami over on to his stomach, he leaves the dazed and confused Forever Champ to set himself up for the finish. Once the groggy Zayn is crawling on to his hands and knees, Seth heads for the ropes. A bounce-off boosts his speed - obvious vital for hitting the Curb Stomp. Seth comes in hot to plant Sami's face into the mat...
Except Sami moves out of the LZ, gets behind Seth and rolls him up outta nowhere! The Ref counts the surprise pin!
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Ranallo: Sami with the roll-up!
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Graves: He's gonna steal it!
No! Rollins pops his shoulders up and counters with a roll-up of his own!
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Phillips: Rollins counters!
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Ranallo: He's got it deep!
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SETH ROLLINS
Rollins lets go and stands up, panting for the effort as Zayn rolls out of the ring. He's still feeling the effects of all the slams, obviously. Heyman comes into the ring to hang with his boy as Seth has his arm raised in victory.
Ranallo: Sami Zayn is as crafty as they come and he just about pulled one over on Rollins. In the end, some sound mat-work from the Number One Contender proved to be the difference.
Phillips: Not the violent follow-up to last year's bitter feud that I was expecting, but with Wrestlemania just around the corner, there might be some self-preservation instincts at play here.
Graves: I tend to disagree. They were both swinging for the fences, but when the opportunity arose to get the win, they both took their shot at it regardless.
Ranallo: Either way, I wouldn't be surprised to see these two squaring off again in the future.
Zayn backs up the ramp, telling the uninterested fans nearby that it was obviously a quick count by a crooked Referee. Back in the ring, Rollins celebrates yet another victory en route to Wrestlemania as Revolution continues elsewhere.
UWF. It was a company that was taking the world by storm. The promise of opportunities for those that had never gotten them had lured the best wrestlers from around the world to the company. This was a company that put talent and performance above all else. There would be no politics here. You would find success on your skill and nothing else and for the king of strongstlye himself, that was all he needed to know to sign on the dotted line and bring his unique style to UWF.
The lights in the arena would slowly dim as a strange sound could be heard over the speakers. A violin strum plays softly and energetically all at once. A green frequency bar goes along with this intro fluttering at every chance it was given as the fans would begin to chant, they knew who was coming.
THE KING OF STRONGSTYLE HAS ARRIVED
After the song builds up, red dots would flash long enough to distort your vision for a few seconds as the fans continue to chant for the man who would soon be making his debut here in UWF.
THE KING OF STRONGSTYLE WAS FINALLY HERE
The dots fade away and only a couple letter’s are shown “S H I N S U K E N A K A M U R A" in red bold letters. The tron and arena lights illuminating the jacket of Nakamura as he walks casually onto the middle of the stage. “NAKAMURA, NAKAMURA, NAKAMURA” the crowd chants out .
"You don't have strongstyle..."
He would utter those words as he walks forward. His hands were twisting over one another, as he was swaying around with his head tilting side to side. The slow motion sensor picking up his movements slightly. Touching his chest with the back of his palm, the other hand raised in the air swung to the sky. The sensor stops and the urge to shake himself around starts to take control. He’s got an extra spring in his step, as he would strut down the ramp. Striking a pose for the fans that chanted his name, flashing his mouthpiece smirking because he was just that good. He is shaking his hands to the beat of his theme, losing himself in this very moment. Both hands were placed over the top of one another, sending signals to every single person in the arena, and in turn every single person in this arena was cheering for him.
"No one here has strongstyle..."
He would mutter as he continues forward. The curve in the theme allows him to almost have a seizure in his rock out moment. Clashing with dizziness, pulls himself together still acting wild. In a crazy fashion going up the apron and walking cleanly along the outer skirts. Bouncing with his shoulders and his eyes widened. Under the second rope he goes and greets the middle of the ring. Covering his mouth with his hand, The sound of the music suddenly meets a drop, along with Nakamura as he bursts to the side of the rope. Holding onto it with the mightiest grip of all time. Throwing his right arm carelessly into the wind. Stretching backwards to meet his head to the second rope. Launching his right arm down to the mat as he bends his knees completely until he’s touching the mat. The pose causes hundreds of cameras to flash and leaves tingling sensations through everyone’s heart. He keeps the pose for only a moment longer, allowing the flashing lights to fade as he would lay there for only a moment more as he would roll to the side and push himself back up to his feet. His hand was twitching, fingers were flexing as the microphone was placed within his hand.
“Is UWF ready for Strongstyle?” He lowered the microphone down for only a moment as the fans cheered. “I have done many things in my life. I have been put against the odds and I have overcome the odds time and time again. I was never meant to become what I am now. I was never meant to reach the heights that I have reached, but I did. I did what was once thought impossible. Many years ago, I stepped into the ring with a beast. A man who held our championship hostage. A man who only cared about his image and his fortune. He was no champion, he was barely a man. I was never meant to best him. I was only meant to be scarified to him, but I did the opposite on that day and I slayed the beast and, on that day, Strongstyle was born.” The fans in the arena would start to chant for strongstyle. “From that moment on I worked hard. From that moment on I pushed myself harder than I have ever pushed myself. I knew that slaying the beast would only create more trouble for me and it did. The beast had not only opened the gates for more wrestlers from across the sea to enter our lands and companies, but he had opened my eyes to the different styles that can be found around the world. Japan was a hard country for me. The companies only allowed the strong to reach the top and everywhere I went, I reached the very top. In time, people from different lands would come and I would wrestle them and defeat them, but it was never enough for me, I always wanted to be pushed, to be tested and having done everything that there was to be done in Japan, I left my homeland and I came here, to UWF.” The crowd would again cheer for him as he would raise his hand and wag his finger to be allowed to continue. “I have come here, to be champion. I have come here to prove that I am the best. I have come here, because already the best wrestlers in the world are here, titles and monikers that have been gifted to them by others. I have come here to challenge them, to test them and to ultimately defeat them. I have come here to show you all that strongstyle cannot be defeated.”
That grin would stretch wider on his face. The crowd would again give him a good reaction. He would merely casually shrug at them, rotating his shoulders a little as he would chuckle, quickly he drops down to the ground as his theme music would start to play once more as he walks to the back. He was a little bit more serious now. He had come out here and said what needed to be said. He was here to bring strongstyle to this company. He was here, to make up for the years wasted. He was here, to prove he was the best.
Eddie Kingston's music hits the titantron. The fans go nuts, chanting his name as The Mad King slowly walks out on to the ramp in his street clothes.
Ranallo: We saw Eddie Kingston put up an amazing effort with his second crack at the UWF Championship at the Royal Rumble. CM Punk walked away with the win that night, and per a self-imposed stipulation, Kingston says he will now leave the company.
Phillips: The internet has been buzzing all week. Fans are begging him to stay and EC3 himself says that Kingston doesn't have to go. He's a man of honor, though - a man of his word.
Kingston stands at the head of the ramp while the fans yell "PLEASE DON'T GO" at him. He just shakes his head and lifts his microphone to speak to the UWF Universe one more time.
“All week I have been hearing the same thing. Don’t do it. Don’t throw everything you have done, everything you have built here, always. But I am always a passionate man. I always speak from the heart, I always mean what I say. I told CM Punk that I had to go that much more harder. That I had to dig that much deeper to face him. I had to really put it all on the line against him and so I did it. No one forced me, no one told me to do it. I put my career on the line against him.
What kind of man would I be, if I could not keep my promise?
I gave my word. That if I could not defeat him this time, that was it. That would be the end for me. There would be nothing more to say, nothing more to do, no coming back. I was blessed to have earned a second chance against him. Everything I said to him, before our match, was the truth. That I do hold great respect for him. That me and him, outside the ring – there are no problems. He has and always will be one of the best wrestlers in the world and he is the champion for a reason. His reign has lasted as long as it has, because he is that damn good at what he does.
Trust me, I know what I am speaking about, he kicked my ass twice now.
All I ever wanted, was to be the world heavyweight champion. All I ever wanted was to finally win the big one. To finally have some success in my career. To not be called a loser. To not be mocked for wasting twenty years at this, but you know what? Right now. Right here. With all you people. I feel like a winner. I feel like I have achieved something, because I made you all believe. I made you all wake up and see, that dreams are worth chasing. No matter who you are or where you come from. Don’t let anyone tell you, that you’re not good enough. Don’t let anyone tell you, that you cannot make it. Look at me, I should not be here, but here I am. For nearly a year I fought every single day, to get to the top and while it only lasted thirty minutes in the ring with the champion, the twenty years it took to get there, was worth it.
I don’t have any regrets at all.
I did my best, I can hang my head up high with pride and honestly, thank each and everyone for having my back. It may not have ended the way that I wanted, but I got to go out swinging. I got to go out fighting. I got to put the best in the world, through hell to prove himself. Twenty years and at last I can say that it has not been wasted, that it was one hell of a ride and it is time to go home and spend some time with my family.”
The moment he lowers his mic, the titantron fires to life again.
P U N K
All that love is replaced with some serious booing as Punk steps out on to the stage. He's all showered up following that match from earlier, though limping a bit courtesy of John Cena's best efforts. Kingston balls up a fist, ready to throw down with the guy crashing his party. Punk puts up one hand defensively while lifting a microphone with the other. His music promptly cuts out so he can speak.
Punk: Hey, hold on a sec man. I'm not here to fight you. As far as I'm concerned, that's all settled.
The fans are still jeering and Eddie doesn't look convinced. Punk continues.
Punk: Seriously. It's done. I'm still sore from the beating you put on me, and its that kind of sore that feels like it might not go away for a long, long time. But I'm not out here to complain about a bad back, or to rub anything in your face, Eddie.
No, I wanted to come out here cause there's just one more thing I wanted to tell you. God knows a lots been said already, and after two of the most brutal title matches the UWF has seen in years, you think everything between us would've been put out there already. That's almost true. There's just one thing that I didn't really get a chance to say after that bell rang, and it's this...
Eddie, just about every criticism and complaint and insult I threw your way - I stand by 'em. I don't think we're ever gonna be friends, and if I never you see you again it'll be too soon. I'm sure you feel the same way about me, and hey, that's fine. This isn't the buddy business - this is the sport of professional wrestling. There's always gonna be a winner and a loser. That's just how it is. Written in stone. Hell, a lot of things in this game are. And I'm the kinda guy who likes to speak his mind and I rarely - rarely - change my mind about anything once it's been made up. I'm stubborn like that.
Then, once in a blue moon, a guy like you comes around and changes it for me. That takes some doing. Whatever other problems I have with you, a lack of respect isn't one. You're the toughest son of a bitch I've shared that ring with since I've come back. Nobody hits like you, nobody wanted it as bad as you did, and nobody has made the UWF Championship as important as you have by putting absolutely everything on the line to win it. You're not a washed indie scrub. You're not the kind of guy who needs to make excuses. You're not just one more face in the locker room waiting in line. You're the Mad King for a god damn reason and if you're dead set on walking away, all I want before you go is a hand shake first.
Punk extends his hand while a much more favorable crowd cheers in hopes of seeing the hatchet buried. Eddie is skeptical of the gesture. He looks down from Punk's eyes to the offered olive branch, then back up. Way up. As if asking some higher power if the leap of faith is worth it - if this grudge is worth settling here. His eyes catch something else, though. Some answer he wasn't expecting.
The audience's voice is drowned out in an instant by the shrieking of metal and the snapping of wire. With a groan and a lurch, the massive screen above the entrance ramp unhinges and comes loose! The titantron topples over! Eddie Kingston dives forward past the handshake to tackle CM Punk clean off the stage. He lands flat just as the Revolution set crashes down right on top of him. The damaged pyro fires off, sending up billows of smoke around the carnage while wrecked electrical sizzles with sparks haphazardly.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! THE WHOLE STAGE JUST COLLAPSED!
Graves: What the hell? Another attempt on Punk's life?
Phillips: And Eddie Kingston just saved his life! Unbelievable!
Punk sits up, mere feet away from the disaster. He looks on slack-jawed and wide-eyed. When the acceptance of the near-death experience settles, instinct kicks in. He rushes over and tries to haul the felled metal scraps away to dig out Kingston. It's too heavy, and with the wiring, far too dangerous. Security rushes out from all sides to grab him and drag him away while the shocked audience stays silent, horror-struck.
Stage hands come out with EMT's, trying their best to clear the devastated set away so they can pull out Kingston. Punk is guided out of sight by company security while the continue the rescue effort. The show quickly cuts to black before commentary can even sign off.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Cena vs Punk - Gunn
Zayn vs Rollins - Fauche
Ziggler vs Orton, Batista vs Ciampa, Shark Boy vs Danhausen - Danny
