Post by Danny on Apr 1, 2022 17:05:09 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 alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: We have a fantastic show tonight after after the return of Seth Rollins last week, there's a lot of questions that need to be answered.
Corey Graves: I have no doubt that-
The infamous music hits the arena and blares through the speakers as the crowd stands on their feet and begin to boo. There is a rather unusual amount of security standing on the outskirts of the ring and their attention has thus shifted to the top of the ramp. After a few long moments, the 2022 Royal Rumble Winner makes himself visible and the boo's turn up in volume 10 fold. Rollins is all smiles as he wakes his way down to the ring slowly taunting the UWF Universe along the way.
Seth slowly enters the ring, and the boos gradually simmer down as the fans in attendance begin to get tired. Seth raises his mic and is still all grins.
Seth Rollins: Guess who’s back?!
Seth begins to laugh hysterically to himself while the fans boo him.
…Back Again?
Rollins’ back, tell a friend.
Rollins’ back, Rollin’s back, Rollins’ back, Rollins’ back!
Seth begins to laugh more while the fans boo more, interesting trade off.
I know everyone has the million-dollar question in mind, how the hell did I get out of jail so fast? You see, when you’re an innocent man, you can’t be held behind bars for too long for a crime that you didn’t commit. Top that off with having the best lawyers that money can buy with the best networking and connections that anyone can have in general—it was only a matter of time before my beautiful face was out and back in the real world. And my, my, my, have I missed you all so dearly!
The fans group together to boo as loudly as they can in unison and with all their might to show their pure hatred and disdain for Seth Rollins.
That edited video that Sami Zayn pieced together can’t convict me of any crimes. Now whether that’s because it was poor editing, or the fact that Heyman caught the judge cheating on his wife—who knows? The only thing that matters is the 2022 Royal Rumble winner is a free man who is no longer locked in the confined space of a jail cell. And since I busted my damn ass all year long to be able to be the undisputed number one contender—I had to put a stop to the main event last week. A main event with two men that I eliminated from the Rumble, fighting for my spot at WrestleMania? That doesn’t make any damn sense.
My superpower is getting reality to bend and shift to serve my desires based on my fruits of labor. A fishman can’t steal my thunder and neither can a guy that I concussed for nearly a year. The police can’t lock me up and the US government can’t stop me either. My success is inevitable, and my soul yearns for something that it has already deemed belongs to me: the UWF Championship. At WrestleMania—CM is going to finally be put down and my reign to glory will officially begin.
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EC3 comes out from the back to a mixed reaction. He has a mic already in hand as he walks down the ramp, fixing his suit. He com,es into the ring and looks at both Seth and gives him a smile, knowing that he got cleared in probably not the most legal of ways.
EC3: I'd like to say welcome back Seth, but you put me in quite a bind these past few months. OJ may have gotten free, but we all know who killed his wife. That's the beauty of the legal system. With Heyman at your side, I never really expected things to go any other way, I'm just surprised at how fast this all got resolved. Taking things to court is a long and arduous journey and it never usually ends with someone feeling like justice was served. The only real place to serve justice, is in this ring.
The fans pop, knowing exactly what this is leading to.
EC3: I know of one man who wants to dish out his own brand of justice. A man who has something you oh so desperately want. A man who you will face in the main event of Wrestlemania, the UWF Champion CM Punk!
P U N K
On cue, The Champ's music hits the speakers. All the fans in the arena jump to their feet to cheer as the Second City Saint storms out on to the ramp. Security funnels out on either side by the dozen, hastily creating a human wall between Punk and the squared circle. Obviously EC3 doesn't want any other shenanigans jeopardizing the Wrestlemania main event.
CM Punk is fuming, but all that effort put in place to keep him from getting his hands on Rollins immediately brings a cynical sort of grin to his face. He just shakes his head and calls for a microphone, which a crew member quickly provides. As soon as that pipe bomb is in his hands, he goes off.
Punk: Cut the god damn music!
The production truck obliges, abruptly silencing "Digging for Windows" as the Champ launches into his tirade. He points over the security squad barricade, zeroing in on the Number One Contender a he speaks.
Punk: You stupid son of a bitch, you should have stayed gone.
Big pop for the crass attitude. The people love the angst and the energy.
Punk: All this scheming and planning and patting yourself on the back, telling yourself how clever you and Paul have been. Little buddy, your smartest play was staying locked up in prison. That was the one place you were safe from me.
You look at what's happening here as the endgame of your grand design. This is the monument constructed by the architect, right? But I don't see it like that. I don't see creation. I don't see invention. All I see is a dark, dirty pit. Six feet deep. It's the grave you dug yourself and you don't even realize you're standing in it. It's gonna get super "freakin'" apparent when I start filling the hole on shovelful at a time.
Seth Rollins... you're as good a dead. All you've got left is borrowed time. You wanna waste in ignorant, self-congratulatory bliss, dressed up like some goofball, card-carrying pedophile, that's your call. I'd recommend getting your affairs in order and making peace with whatever loved ones you've got left, though, cause there's no guarantee you're seeing the other side of the Grandest Stage of 'em All.
Again, the crowd reacts big for the promise of a reckoning. Punk turns his attention to Carter next.
Punk: And you... all the lip service about wanting to regain control of this show and bring some justice to the man who took out two of your best competitors... just a buncha bullshit, huh? Fine. This is the match you want, this is the match you get. I've already proven that I can beat anyone on your roster on any given night. This time, I'm going further. Too far. I'm gonna paint Wrestlemania red and alllllll the blood is on your hands. You had every chance and reason to do the right, reasonable thing - to tear up that asshole's contract and let someone actually deserving take his spot.
You wanna leave it up to me play judge, jury and executioner? I can do that. It's not gonna be pretty, though. We all know that when it comes to wrestling, I'm the Best in the World. But that's technique and finesse and sport. This is gonna be the most brutal kind of violent you've ever seen, and I promise both of you, I'm even better at that.
See ya at Mania.
Punk tosses his mic aside and turns around to leave the way he came. The capacity crowd is buzzing, just friggin thrilled to be getting the main event that was promised - the one they've been waiting for so long to see. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Joey Janela: Well. It appears that your wrestlemania card is missing something. It's missing a little bit of the bad boy. But you know what I get it, everyone has their matches, everyone has their feuds. So there's no room for ol' Joey Janela. Good luck and see you next year. Not so fast, if UWF wants it or if I have to hold it in the god damned parking lot outside of the arena. I will be having a match during that show.
Joey Janela laughs loudly.
Joey Janela: And I already have something in mind. A clusterfuck. Something open to not only people from the UWF roster who don't have a match, but hell let's make it fun, anyone not from the UWF roster as well can jump in as well and have their own shot at the bad boy. But know that this is my territory you're stepping in an you're gonna be eaten alive. Keep that in mind if you're stepping with the tiger.
when The Time is now hit's John Cena comes out from the back after the UWF Universe starts cheering him on and he lifts up his Never Give Up flag and show it to the camera crew and he salutes to them and throws his flag to the Audience and runs straight and slides into the ring and he runs back in fourth on the ropes and he throws his baseball cap to the fans and he throws up his Hustle Loyalty, and Respect sign and he takes off his shirt and throws it to the fans and waits for his arrival to appear.
Tony Chimel: Hailing West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
OVERDRIVE
YEAH CAN YOU feel it?” Eita struts out slicks his hair back and just walks to the ring a confident grin on his face as he slides in the ring and glances at Chimel
Tony Chimel: From Nagano Japan, he is El Numero Uno, EITA!”
Eita rests in a turnbuckle and yawns bored.
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The bell sounds and both men meet in the centre of the ring to square off. Eita wastes little time in showing the Television Champion the ultimate disrespect by slapping him straight across the face. Cena turns beet red and immediately rushes his opponent. Eita ducks under Cena's swinging arm and immediately hooks a rear-waistlock on the Doctor of Thuganomics. Cena immediately back elbows Eita in the face sending the young Japanese star reeling backwards towards the ropes. Cena grabs Eita and whips him across the ring to the opposite ropes and bends over looking for a back body drop but Eita rolls over the top of Cena, when Cena turns round Eita drops him to the floor with a standing dropkick. Cena is quick to his feet but is met with yet another dropkick this time Cena retreats back into the corner for respite before getting back to a vertical base.
Graves: What Eita gives up for strength and size he makes up for with agility and speed.
Ranallo: It's the age old irresistible force vs immovable object, it might not be Hogan and Andre but there is quite the size disparage between these two competitors.
Cena shakes the dropkicks off, 'good game kid' he mouths before getting back to his feet and invites Eita over for a collar and elbow lock up, but this time it's Cena who disrespects Eita dropping him to the mat with an open hand slap. Cena's strength is shown as his slap is heard around the arena and drops Eita backwards onto his rear end. Cena grabs Eita by the hair and lifts him up towards the corner, he drops some big strikes into his mid-section before lifting him up into the air and overheard before dropping him to the mat with a sickening thud with a Suplex-Slam. Eita holds his back and grimaces, Cena doesn't let up as he grabs him by the head again and throws him off the ropes this time catching the rebounding Eita with a big clothesline dropping him once again to the mat below. Cena drops down and forces his forearm across the rookie's face as he covers.
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Eita kicks out but Cena immediately locks in a rear chinlock. Eita yells in pain as Cena torques his neck like it's probably never been before. Eve at ringside tells Cena to rip Eita's head off as Eita turns about seven different shades of red and purple in his struggle to escape.
Phillips: Cena now using his experience grounding the smaller, quicker and younger competitor.
Graves: That's why he our Television Champion, Tom.
Cena continues to torque Eita's head and neck as the Japanese upstart tries to escape. Eita eventually begins to get to his feet but Cena wastes little him in simply tossing him across the ring back to the mat. Eita scurries back to his feet relatively quickly but Cena immediately drops him once again with a big shoulder tackle. The crowd react strongly to Cena and his signature move and what is surely to come. Cena repeats the feet knocking Eita down to the mat. He waits on Eita and when he gets to his feet he lifts him up into the air from behind and turns him mid air before slamming him to the mat with the Protobomb. Cena then throws his hand high into the air before bending over and giving Eita the old 'you can't see me' before hitting the ropes and barreling towards the fallen Eita. He stops and does his little shoulder shuffle before going to drop his signature Five Knuckle Shuffle but Eita moves and Cena punches nothing but mat!
Ranallo: A swing and miss for John Cena and he could have seriously injured his hand and wrist.
Phillips: This could be a major turning point, Mauro.
Cena holds his arm in agony as Eita quickly scampers to his feet and immediately jumps all over Cena with a flurry of strikes knocking Cena out between the ropes to the floor below. Eita quickly hits the ropes and rebounds towards Cena who is on the outside trying to get back in. Eita knocks Cena onto the floor below with a Baseball Slide. Eita then quickly sets himself up as Cena struggles to his feet. Eita steadies himself before running off the ropes and jumping clear over the top rope with the Alto Basta, a sommersault tope over the top rope - crash landing down on top of the Television Champion. Eita punches the air and pumps himself up, he blows a kiss towards the concerned Eve Torres before grabbing Cena and tossing him into the ring. Cena's arm hangs over the apron and Eita wastes no opportunity taking Cena by the hand and slamming his arm down into the edge of the ring mat. Cena winces in pain as he rolls towards the middle of the ring. Eita gets up onto the apron before propelling himself over the top rope and onto Cena with a Tope Atomico!. Eita quickly covers Cena.
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Cena rolls the shoulder out. Eita immediately goes to lock in a Short-Arm Scissors on Cena and his injured lower arm.
Graves: Eita is all over Cena now - like a rash!
Phillips: Well you would know all about that Corey...
Graves: What are you suggesting Tom?
Cena edges himself closer to the ropes with sheer willpower and regular power. Cena grabs the bottom rope with his good hands but Eita exhausts the referee's five count before relinquishing but as he is reprimanded by the referee he breaks free and sees the opportunity to attack Cena's injured arm. Cena however hangs on to the ropes and the ref is forced to pull Eita off again so he can check on Cena. Eita is incensed and makes it known to the crowd but it's a distraction for Cena to exploit as he breaks free from the referee and blasts Eita from behind with a clothesline. Cena grabs Eita and raises him to his feet before immediately going for the Attitude Adjustment but his injured arm gives out just in time for Eita to wriggle free and drop below Cena, Eita the rolls up Cena before letting go and delivering a kick to the side of Cena's head with the 1991. Cena rolls back onto his feet just in time for Eita to drop him with a devastating Superkick, the Imperial Uno. Cena drops to one knee allowing Eita to deliver a second more devastating Imperial Uno before he covers Cena for the pin.
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Winner: Eita!
Eita has his hand raised in victory as Cena rolls to the outside with Eve Torres who holds his Television Championship. Eita makes motions towards Cena that he should be champion.
Ranallo: Quite an upset as Eita gets the victory over the current Television Champion John Cena.
Phillips: And judging by his reaction perhaps there is gold in the not to distant future for this young upstart from the land of the rising sun.
We see EC3 walking around backstage when Sami Zayn runs up to him. Ethan immediately gives out a deep sigh as he approaches.
Sami Zayn: Ethan! Just the man I was looking for! What the hell was that out there!? You just gave Seth Rollins back his title match at Wrestlemania? Did you not watch the match last week? I was clearly attacked and it should have been an automatic DQ win for me. I should be the one facing CM Punk at Wrestlemania!
EC3: Look, I get that you're mad. I would be too but Seth's been cleared. The same scummy lawyer who got him cleared also came to me about Seth's rightful spot at Wrestlemania. He won the Royal Rumble and is therefore guaranteed a championship shot in the main event.
Sami Zayn: Correct, but that doesn't mean it has to be one on one! Make it a triple threat match! I promise I'll be the best champion this company has ever seen! Just imagine all the buzz coming out of mania the UWF will have once Sami Zayn walks out as a double champion.
EC3: People would be talking for sure but not for the reasons you might think. Besides, Seth has gotten the better of you the past two times you've faced off against him. Wouldn't you rather wait until you get either of them 1 on 1. Then there's no more tricks.
Sami puts his hand to his chin, pondering the idea.
Sami Zayn: Fine. Announce me as the new #1 contender then.
EC3: Well, I didn't say I was going to make you the new #1 contender. There's lots of people who could stake their claim as being next in line and-
CARTER!
EC3: Oh God what now.
Shark Boy ends up coming down the hall way with some pep in his step.
Sami Zayn: What do you want, I already kicked your teeth down your throat last week.
Shark Boy: CARTER, YOU SORRY SON OF A FISH!
Shark Boy: Shut up! - Nobody wants to listen to lil' Sami Zayn and his whinin' n complainin' no more - all you've done since Shark Boy's crossed paths with ya is run your mouth about how you should have this and you should have that, well Shark Boy ain't impressed with ya and as far as Shark Boy is concerned ya didn't beat me last week and the last man to beat both Seth Rollins and CM Punk is standin' right here. The way Shark Boy looks at it, you're lookin' at the number one contender right here and his name is Shark Boy! - make the match Carter, put ol' Shark Boy in the main event of Wrestlemania!
Sami Zayn: This is ridiculous! I had him beat last week before Seth even attacked!
EC3: Enough! Here's what we're going to do. At Wrestlemania, It's going to be a rematch between you two. The winner will be the new #1 contender to the UWF Championship. And I want a definitive winner so it'll be No Disqualifications. Everyone happy? Good. Now I've got some other business to attend to.
EC3 walks off while Zayn and Shark Boy stare each other down as the show moves on...
We head back to the ring where Bo Dallas is already standing by and Brody King and Jack Jester are by the ringside.
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 chrous 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.
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DING DING DING
Bo walks up to Swoggle and tells him to get on his knees. Swoggle does so and bows to his feet, showing his loyalty after he accepted Bo’s offer. Dallas gets a big smile on his face and tells Swoggle to rise. He does so but Bo kicks him right in the face and drops down next to him and just starts beating him down with punches.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on! Hornswoggle said he’d join up with Bo Dallas’ crew.
Corey Graves: Did you really think Bo Dallas would allow his covenant to be desecrated by Hornswoggle? People would think he was a joke!
Bo pulls him back up and gets him in a front facing headlock. He stands up and Swoggle's feet are just kicking in the air until they just go limp and start dangling. Bo then tosses him to the side like trash and the ref goes to check on him. Brody King and Jack Jester just look on in an approving manor while Bo is all smiles. He walks back over to Swoggle and pulls him up but Hornswoggle ends up biting down on his hand! Bo rips his hand away and turns his back towards him, holding his hand. Swoggle rushes up behind him and shoves him into the corner face first! Bo falls to a knee with his head resting on the middle turnbuckle. Swoggle uses his back to climb up to the middle rope and lifts Bo's head up, wrapping his arm around it and kicking off to hit a Tornado DDT! He makes the pin!
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Bo kicks out! Swoggle walks over to the corner and starts tuning up the band. Bo is getting to his feet and when he turns around Hornswoggle moves in to deliver some Sweet Shin Music! Dallas grabs onto his shin and hops around on one foot while Swoggle tackles his other leg to drop him down. Swoggle mounts him and presses his thumbs into Bo's eyes, trying to gouge them right out! Bo simply kicks his feet up to Monkey Flip Swoggle off of him. Both men rush to their feet but Bo lunges forward and breaks Swoggle in half with a Spear!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God I think it's over now.
Corey Graves: This isn't over until Bo Dallas says it's over.
Bo has a scowl on his face as he stares at Swoggle who is writhing around on the mat. He grabs onto his ear like he's a child and pulls him up.He starts yelling in his face and slapping him a few times, telling him he isn't ready for enlightenment. He then hoists him onto his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. He walks around the ring for everyone to get a good look before he stops at hard camera and shakes his hips before winking, a clear sign to Dolph. He then sends Swoggle crashing down onto the mat with the Bo-Vine Intervention! Hornswoggle is twitching from the high impact but Bo simply turns him over and lays a hand on his chest as the ref makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bo Dallas!
Dallas is all smiles once again while his disciples climb into the ring. They drop to their knees beside him while Bo out stretches his arms, telling to crowd to Bo-Lieve as the show moves on.
As Revolution continues, things go to the ring where Batista’s music is fading out, the audible sound of the raucous crowd can be heard, most of them booing but some sections cheering as they’re actually happy to see the Hollywood star back in a UWF ring. Batista paces the ring for a moment before stopping and raising the microphone he’s holding up to his mouth.
Batista: Let’s get one thing clear right off the bat: this isn’t me going back on my word. Which means the UWF, everyone from the roster to catering to you fickle fans, you’re still more than welcome to go fuck yourselves!
The crowd boos this and a, “Fuck you too!” chant starts up.
Batista: Fuck me too? That’s cute, but…
Batista looks at his wrist then back up.
Batista: According to my very expensive, diamond encrusted watch, I don’t have time to worry about the fact that your feelings are hurt even if I cared!
The booing continues.
Batista: No what I’ve got time for is Danhausen. Before it didn’t matter that he wanted a match with me, I had more important things to do. But now that he’s pulled his hocus pocus bullshit on my production, suddenly things are postponed indefinitely and I’ve got an opening in my schedule. That doesn’t sit well with me, because it being delayed means I’m not making as much money and while I could go shoot another one of the movies I have a script for, he’d just do the same damn thing until I had no choice but to accept his challenge so I’ve decided to cut out the middle man and show up here on Revolution. But it’s not going to be on your terms, Danhausen, it’s going to be on mine. And what that means is it’s not going to be a pro wrestling contest. Hell, it’s not even going to happen in a ring. It’s going to happen on a closed set. No holds barred, last man standing. What I call a Hollywood Street Fight. Because I don’t want to grapple with you, I don’t want to trade rest holds or go move for move, I just want to beat your ass in the most devastating way possible.
If that doesn’t sound like something you’ve got the balls to sign up for, let me sweeten the pot. Your whole issue is that I make more money than you, so I’m putting up ten thousand dollars of my own money. You don’t have to match it or put up anything, just bring your ass out here and accept.
Batista lowers the microphone and awaits Danhausen’s response.
Suddenly the lights begin to darken and flicker…
The sound of Danhausen’s entrance music certainly seems to liven the mood of the crowd as the man himself takes to the stage and gives a motivated roar to show the fanhausens in attendance that he appreciates their support. As the music fades out, Danhausen with microphone already in hand stands at the top of the ramp and stares down towards Batista for a moment before speaking.
Danhausen
Seems like Danhausen really struck a nerve or two here. Mission accomplished he says! You are perhaps a tad smarter than Danhausen initially gave you credit for, considering you’ve shied away from the conventional wrestling match and opted for this Hollywoodhausen Boulevard Riot of some sort instead. Perhaps that’s because you already know firsthand that Danhausen can beat you in what some call the traditional sense, and so now you’ve got to find another way to try and get even. Kudos to you Davetista for showing that there is a little bit more to you than your one dimensional acting ability and mind numbingly tedious wrestling skills. Danhausen therefore gladly accepts your invitation.
An even louder sound of cheers echoes all around the building following Danhausen’s confirmation that he will indeed accept Batista’s Hollywood Street Fight offer for Wrestlemania.
Danhausen
And as soon as Danhausen has you beaten and takes the reward, he will then consider lifting the curse that he placed on your moviehausen. Because as Danhausen has stated multiple times, he is very nice, very evil, and he will make sure that everything goes the way that he believes it is meant to. Although from Danhausen’s perspective, that movie is bound for the trash heap regardless of the curse. But that’s your mess to clean up Davetista, not Danhausen’s. So come April 17th, you provide the lights and the camerahausens, and Danhausen will bring the action.
A wide smile creeps across Danhausen’s face, indicating that he is very much looking forward to this unique opportunity.
Batista: You’ll bring the action? You better hope on your life that you do, because it’s the only shot you have at leaving Wrestlemania in one piece. As for having a mess to clean up, that’s the janitor’s problem, but it won’t be my movie, it’ll be your blood.
Batista’s music hits as he disrespectfully brushes past Danhausen. Danhausen is seen still smiling despite this. The camera gets one more shot of Batista before he disappears to the back as Revolution continues elsewhere.
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.
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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As soon as the bell ring, Ciampa rushes forward and starts obliterating Gable with some stiff forearms, keeping him trapped in the corner. The ref starts his count but Ciampa drags him away from the ropes and just starts throwing knees. Gable is trying to block them but it's not really happening. Ciampa delivers one more stiff knee shot that knocks Gable flat onto his back. Ciampa bends down to grab Gable's legs and pulls him up Malenko style into a Cloverleaf! Gable is in lots of pain but he bites down on his own hand to try and focus the pain elsewhere. He starts slamming his fists into the mat, reaching fist over fist until he drags himself to the bottom rope to break the hold!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Chad Gable wasn't xpecting this early onslaught by Ciampa.
Corey Graves: At this point, if you don't expect a fight right out the gates with the Intercontinental Champion, then that's on you.
Gable rolls out to the ring but Ciampa is hot on his trail. He follows him from behind and hits a Running Knee to the spine! Gable lunges forwards and hits the barricade. Ciampa is all smiles as he runs up for another High Knee but Gable catches him in mid air and throws him over with an Exploder Suplex into the crowd! The crowd is on their feet while Gable slides back int the ring with the ref already at a count of 4! Ciampa rushes up as fast as he can and pushes members of the crowd away, even knocking a kids soda in his face. He climbs back over the barricade and comes into the ring at a count of 8. Gable is there to put the boots to him but Ciampa catches one of them and forces him down to the mat. He smothers Gable with forearms and follows up by straight up biting his forehead! Gable rolls away and gets to his feet but Ciampa takes him back down with a Lariat! The Intercontinental Champion picks him back up and shoves his head between his legs. He lifts Gable and brings him down onto his knees with Project Ciampa! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Tommaso Ciampa!
Ciampa is handed his title and he raises it up high. Gable is left lying on the mat as the show moves on...
Tony Chimmel: Introducing first, from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 230 pounds - he is the Prime Time Medal holder, 'The King of Strong Style' Shinsuke Nakamura!
It's not Bowie, and the fans don't know how what to expect. When the lights come back up, the twice-former UWF World Champion descends the ramp without his usual theatrics, on confident strides. He runs a hand through his hair. Ziggler continues round the ring not taking his eyes off of his opponent as he steps up onto the top rope to remind everyone just who exactly he is, Ziggler steps down and faces his opponent before the bell sounds...
Tony Chimmel: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio - weighing in at 217 pounds - Dolph Ziggler!
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The bell sounds and the crowd roar in excitement as the Prime Time Medalist and the multi-time World Champion meet in the centre of the ring. Two rockstars in their own right are jacking their jaws at each other before Nakamure gives Dolph his patented 'COME ON!'. Dolph obliges and immediately shoots the half and takes Nakamura down to the mat, using his amatuer wrestling background Dolph wrestles circles around Nakamura on the mat before slapping him about the head. Ziggler then jumps to his feet and mocks Nakamura telling him to bring it. Nakamura instead shuffles along on his back and kicks at Ziggler's legs, Ziggler seemingly caught off guard sort of skips out of the way as Nakamura invites him into his open guard. Ziggler eventually tries to leap in with a strike but immediately finds himself entangled in a web of limbs. Ziggler almost finds himself locked in a Triangle Choke but quickly slips out and rolls out of the ring to safety. Ziggler lends Nakamura a golf clap as Nakamura stands over the ropes and holds down the middle rope for Ziggler to re-enter.
Ranallo: Both men no stranger to the ground game, Ziggler a former collegiate wrestler and Nakamura trained in the catch wrestling styles of the Puroresu dojos in Japan.
Graves: Both men are so well rounded it's hard to see any holes in their game.
Dolph shoes Nakamura back so he can enter the ring of his own accord. Ziggler and Nakamura circle once again and this time lock up, Ziggler quickly takes Nakamura into a headlock before tossing him over his hip to the mat with the Headlock Takeover, Ziggler retains his grip on the head of Nakamura but Nakamura quickly wraps his legs around Ziggler's head with a Leg Scissors forcing Ziggler to relinquish his grip, Ziggler however circles round - head still between the legs of Nakamura and jacknife pin's Nakamura quickly.
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Nakamura lets go of his grip to escape the sneaky pin attempt. Nakamura jumps to his feet but Ziggler is ready and sends Nakamura to the mat with a hip-toss. Nakamura quickly back to his feet charges Ziggler and is met with yet another Hip Toss. Nakamura wastes no time getting back to his feet yet again but this time is taken out with a picture perfect standing Dropkick sending Nakamura crashing backwards to the mat, instead of covering however Ziggler takes the time to shake his hips and bask in his own glory.
Phillips: Perhaps Ziggler should be trying to capitalise on downing his opponent rather than showing off.
Graves: It's literally all he talks about Tom, you shouldn't be surprised.
Ziggler grabs Nakamura by the head before he can get up and forces him into the corner. Ziggler hits Nakamura a couple of smacks to the head before a big knife edge chop that would drive the wind out of any man's sails but Nakamura is no ordinary man and eats chops like that all day and twice at night and so he laughs at Ziggler, turns him around into the corner and drops Ziggler on his ass with a chop to the chest that echoes throughout the arena. Shinsuke raises Ziggler and digs some knee strikes into the mid-section of the 'Show-Off' dropping him once again to the mat on his rear-end. Naka then looks around at the crowd, feeling their energy he places his foot on the chest and throat of his opponent before feeling the Good Vibrations digging his sole into the upper body of Ziggler before the referee pulls him off. Shinsuke lets go and immediately goes back after Ziggler who is back to a vertical base and grabs him before throwing him over head with an Exploder Suplex. Nakamura shoots the half for the cover.
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Ziggler rolls the shoulder out and sits up, but Nakamura relentless seizes the opportunity to smash Ziggler upside the head with a big kick before covering him again.
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Ziggler rolls the shoulder out again as Nakamura smiles seemingly in frustration.
Ranallo: Nakamura's signature explosive style coming to the fore now as Ziggler survives the onslaught.
Graves: They don't call him the King of Strong Style for nothing Mauro.
Nakamura goes to go after Ziggler but using his veteran ring awareness the former champion rolls out to the outside area. Nakamura wasting little time rolls out after Ziggler. UWF's Rockstar attempts to go after Ziggler once again but this time Ziggler has his wits about him and charges Nakamura into the outside ring apron before tossing him backwards into the ringside barricade before falling over himself. The referee counts as both men struggle back to their feet. Ziggler gets to his feet first and breaks the referee's count before going back after Nakamura. But Nakamura has his wherewithal back and kicks out the leg of Ziggler before taking him by the head and throwing him into the ring steps. Nakamura is relentless as he grabs Ziggler and throws him back into the ring. Nakamura then gets up onto the apron and strikes some of his signature poses before running at Ziggler and driving a knee into the side of his head!, the crowd gasp as Nakamura smashes Ziggler over the head. Nakamura hops up and bows for the audience.
Ranallo: The Prime Time Medalist is bringing the fight to Dolph Ziggler here, overwhelming the former World Champion
Phillips: Nakamura has been impressive since his UWF debut and tonight he is showing why he could very soon be at the top end of the card Corey.
Nakamura gets into the ring and almost begs for Ziggler to get to his feet, he's foaming at the mouth - he senses the end is near. Ziggler however is almost limp, not moving. The referee checks on Ziggler but Nakamura is impatient and goes after Ziggler only to find Ziggler playing possum as he rolls Nakamura up!
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Nakamura escapes at the last moment but Ziggler immediately spins round him and locks in the Sleeper Hold!. Nakamura reaches in vain for the ropes as Ziggler tightens his grip before stepping up and locking his legs around the mid-section of the Prime Time Medalist. Nakamura can't reach the ropes and drops to one knee before Ziggler takes him down to the mat below his grip seemingly tightening as Nakamura fades. The crowd are at a fever pitch as Nakamura completely fades - the referee moves in to check on him but suddenly in a burst of energy Shinsuke begins to get up and moves towards the ropes. Seeing this happen Ziggler lets go of his grip and instead shoves Nakamura into ropes before leaping into the air almost over the head of Nakamura before dropping him to the mat below with the Fameasser!. Ziggler stands up and drops a big Elbow Drop into the heart of Nakamura and repeats this feat not once, not twice but thrice before he swings his hips and shows off before leaping into the air and dropping another big elbow into the prone Nakamura. Ziggler covers Nakamura.
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Nakamura rolls the shoulder out and Ziggler yells in frustration.
Graves: Nakamura was almost out in that Sleeper Hold, you can never ever count Dolph Ziggler out!
Phillips: He can't allow himself to become frustrated here it's going to take a lot to take out the 'King of Strong Style'!
Dolph goes to the corner and begins to stomp his foot. He's looking to finish Nakamura off with the Superkick. The crowd clap with each stomp and Nakamura begins to get back to his feet, battle weary he swings around and walks into the Superkick of Dolph Ziggler!. Nakamura slumps the mat as Ziggler falls on top of him for the cover.
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Nakamura reverses the pinfall into an unexpected Triangle Choke. Ziggler is completely trapped as Naka tights his grip squeezing his legs and pushing his hips up to choke the life out of his opponent. The crowd can't believe the resillence and ring smarts of Nakamura to not only escape the pin but to put Ziggler in his signature submission. Ziggler is struggling and struggling to get to the ropes but just can't make it and begins to fade himself. The referee checks the arm of Ziggler, it drops once - no response, twice still no response but on the third check Ziggler suddenly comes to life and to the shock of the crowd and Nakamura he raises his opponent up and slams him down into the mat with a Powerbomb!. It was a fairly weakened Powerbomb, tired from the submission as well as the battle beforehand. Both men are to their feet fairly quickly Nakamura goes for a big kick but Ziggler ducks under and goes for the Zig-Zag but Nakamura falls onto the ropes and shrugs Dolph off. Dolph falls back and charges Nakamura only to be hit with a big round kick to the midsection before he's hoisted up onto the shoulders of the Primetime Champion before he drops him with the Landslide!. Nakamura is leaving nothing to chance, he takes a step back waits for Ziggler to rise a little before he drives his knee straight into the face of 'The Show Off' with the Boma Ye, the Kinshasa Knee Strike!. Ziggler is out for the count, it's a formality as Nakamura covers.
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Winner: SHINSUKE NAKAMURA!
The lights in the arena all dim at once, with only the titantron remaining lit, albeit, it’s a black screen. Smoke begins to fill the stage, causing the crowd to grow restless as this heralds the arrival of someone, they just aren’t sure who. When suddenly, the PA system comes to life:
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
A familiar phrase to wrestling fans around the world is followed up by a song familiar to UWF fans of old, as Muse’s “Hysteria” begins to play throughout the arena. Fans begin to cheer as those who know let those around them in on what’s happening:
Edge has returned to the UWF! Bounding onto the stage in his trademark trench coat, sporting some gray in his beard, Edge prowls the stage. He signals for the crowd to give him their energy as he makes his way to the ramp. Crouching down low, before throwing up the devil horns, as fireworks go off behind him. There’s a devilish smile on his face, filled with both joy and schemes as he makes his way towards the ring. He does one full lap around, soaking it all in, before grabbing a microphone left for him on the steps and sliding into the ring. Edge stands in the ring, microphone at the ready, but the crowd stops him from beginning with a loud “WELCOME BACK” chant. He motions for them to settle down so he can begin in earnest
Edge
UWF Universe, I’mmmmmmm baaaaaaaaack.
Once again, Edge’s face is filled with a wicked grin and a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. The crowd cheers but quiet down as Edge continues.
Edge
For years, I took a step away, not just from the UWF, but from wrestling in general. Sure I’d pop around for short appearances here and there, but the Era of Edge had, in my mind, come to an end. It was high time for the Era of Adam Copeland to begin. And let me tell you, at the time, it was absolutely the right call. The bumps, the bruises, the injuries, they were all adding up and…well, one day I went to pick up my daughter and felt a twinge in my neck. I had a decision to make at that moment. Be a father or be a wrestler and while hard, I made the right decision in the end.
The crowd cheers as Edge continues
Edge
And over those years, my daughters have given me a whole new world. One of bike rides, tea parties and yes, missed homework assignments. As they grow, so do their worlds and my place and understanding in them. And as a parent, it’s my job to introduce them into a variety of worlds. The real world, the world of our home, the world of tradition, and the world of our past. And in introducing them to the world of our past, I realized something. The UWF of my time is, rightfully so, dead and buried. But despite the bad times and mismanagement, all that remains of that era is our memories and stories of it. If you fire up the UWF Network, you’d be hard pressed to find anything besides a few clips here and there. The wrestlers of my time are akin to stories told around a fire. And while I’m content to speak these stories into the minds of my kids, there’s a part of me that realizes that my legacy dies when there’s no one to tell my stories anymore. All that’ll remain are the written title histories, and that only tells a portion of the story. So I faced down another crossroads. Continue the Era of Adam Copeland, or lace up those boots once again and bring the Era of Edge back to the UWF. As you can tell from my attire, I chose the latter. So effective -
OVERDRIVE!
The theme of UWF’s new rookie star Eita, starts to play and with his grimace and overall attitude surrounding veterans it should be no surprise why he’s here.
Eita
NO! NO! You aren’t doing this, this isn’t happening! I’m not letting you storm in here, and take my spot, I’m done being nice guy! Old dogs like you need to be taken to the back and put out of their misery! You’ve had your time, get out of MY SPOTLIGHT! I’m El Numero Uno, I’M THE STAR OF A GENERATION! I am done! So Edge you wanna return? Well here’s your welcome home, old man.
Eita walks up to Edge and just spits on him. The crowd let's out a big "OHH!" but Edge just slowly wipes the spit off his face and throws it to the ground. He stares down eita and lifts the mic back up to speak.
Edge
You know, I was going to say that “effective on the Revolution AFTER Wrestlemania, I’ll be a full time member of the UWF roster once more”. I WAS going to give every wrestler who has busted their ass off this past year the opportunity to showcase their skills on the Grandest Stage of Them All. But since you want to come out here and disrespect me? Then I’ll disrespect you right back and take what could have, and from your skill set, WOULD have been a shining night in your career right out from underneath you. You want to be the new blood of the Revolution? I’ll make you bathe in it until you understand that us ‘Old Guard members’ have EARNED our stripes. And I will walk through hell and back dragging you with me just to show you the path I already blazed for you before leaving you to crawl your way back out.
Eita
The only one who will be crawling is the old dog at the feet of his new master! You wanna a bloodbath you got it! Just this time you’ll be telling your daughters this story from a hospital bed, and you don’t get your happy ending. Your story has ended, mine has just begun! Can you feel it? See you at Wrestle Mania…Old Man.
Eita turns around leaving Edge to himself as the show moves on...
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!
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.
Chimel: Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!
Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.
I'M A BAD BAD BOY
Joey Janela steps out onto the ramp and begins walking out to the ring with a huge grin on his face. He begins yelling vague insults at both the fans and the people in the ring.
Chimel: And his opponent, from Asbury Park, New Jersey. He is the Bad Boy Joey Janela!
Janela runs and jumps up onto the ring apron leaning on the ropes before leaping through and rolling into the ring landing in a kneeling position ending with a middle finger to the hard cam.
Tony heads out of the ring and after ensuring that both competitors are ready to go, the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
The superstars circle around each other for a few moments, both sizing their opponent up while looking for an in. While some support for the Bad Boy can be heard bubbling up from pockets around the sold-out arena, the crowd is decidedly pro-Danhausen in this main event match-up. A "LOVE THAT DANHAUSEN" chant is swelling around the building before the two have even touched each other.
Ranallo: There aren't many wrestlers quite so quirky as Danhausen, but the UWF Universe has taken to him like white on rice. He has quickly become one of the most beloved superstars in these few short months since joining the roster.
Graves: And why that is, I'll never understand. When I watch pro-wrestling, you know who I want to see compete? Real wrestlers, ya know, guys like Dave Batista. Even someone like Joey Janela isn't so bad compared to a circus freak like this guy.
Phillips: Well you may not like it Corey, but Danhausen continues to impress in the ring, holding his own against the world's finest and racking up some pretty significant wins along the way.
Ranallo: On that note, Joey Janela will look to stretch his winning streak out to three here tonight.
Danhausen pauses to wave a hand in the air, acting as an orchestral conductor for the people as they continue to chant his name. Janela isn't about to stand around and watch. The Bad Boy shoots in, catching his foe a bit off guard so that he's able to lock in a standing side headlock. He grinds the painted-up mug of Danhausen into his torso while squeezing his arm tighter than traffic in that New Jersey rush hour.
Prying at Joey's grip, Danhausen is soon able to alleviate the pressure and slip out behind him. He wraps his arms around Janela's waist and heaves back, thinking about a German Suplex. The Asburian counters with an elbow strike fired back into Danhausen's jaw.
Janela escapes the clutches, pivots, and grabs himself a wrist. He uses that to whip his opponent towards the ropes. Danhausen bounces off the cables and rushes back towards Joey, who leapfrogs him. Rebounding off of the far ropes, this time Danhausen is the one who goes over Joey when he drops flat to his stomach. The Very Nice, Very Evil competitor finds his way to the ropes for a third time. When he comes at Janela again, the Bad Boy catches him with an armdrag to bring him flipping down into the canvas.
Danhausen rolls away, nursing his lower back where it made contact. Janela takes a knee and flexes those pythons at the hard cam, a cocksure smile spread across his face. The showboating draws a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Phillips: Janela could be going for a pin right now - instead he's wasting precious time in playing to the camera.
Graves: He's a showman. He knows what it takes to get noticed around here. This is his first main event on Revolution and the guy has been here less than a month. Scoring the win is one thing, but giving the fans something they'll still be talking about tomorrow is important too, Phillips.
Joey eventually gets back to work, walking over to Danhausen to pick him up off the mat. That racoon-looking son of a gun was playing possum, though! Just as Janela bends down, Danhausen grabs him and drags him down for a schoolboy roll-up outta nowhere! He frantically kicks around his legs as his shoulders are pinned into the canvas, but Danhausen isn't letting the Bad Boy go anywhere fast. The Referee drops down to count it...
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Janela kicks out before the third count! An excited buzz fills the arena. The fans thought that this one was over for sure.
Both men scramble to their feet. Janela catches his foe on the way up with a European Uppercut. Danhausen is knocked back a step but is quick to return fire with a forearm to the side of the head. The impact wheels Joey around - he uses that momentum to add some juice to a standing, rolling lariat. His arm slams into Danhausen's chest like the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile crashing into a cement barricade.
Danhausen is knocked into the ropes. He pops back off of them only to get caught with a Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig Back Body Drop from the Bad Boy. The man from Someplace Far Away is sent someplace high in the sky before gravity does what it does and brings him gracelessly back down to earth. Landing clumsily on the canvas, he groans in pain before Janela drops down and shoves his shoulders flat to try for a cover...
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Danhausen kicks out at two! Janela leaves him there as he springs to his feet and hits the ropes. He comes running back to nail his opponent with a boot to the face. Despite leaving a footprint in the face paint and sending Danhausen to dreamland, he isn't finished yet. The Bad Boy pries him up off the canvas, hoists his body on to his shoulders, and obliterates him with a Death Valley Driver!
The matted, crow-black hair of Danhausen does little to cushion his skull as it connects with the mat. He crumples up like an unwanted valentine before Joey shoots the half to finish him off...
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No! Danhausen gets a shoulder up just in time!
Phillips: Danhausen kicked out! Amazing!
Ranallo: That was an incredible combination of maneuvers strung together by Janela and it nearly did the trick. Danhausen is nothing if not tenacious, though. It might take something extra to keep him down.
Janela gets up on his knees and runs his hands through his hair, frustrated. He's breathing deep and heavy, taking a second to get some of that spent air back then electing to kick things up a notch.
The New Jerseyite stands and wanders off towards the closest turnbuckle. Bracing hands on the top ropes, he hauls himself up the intersecting cables on steps at a time to reach the peak. Cheering fans get up out of their chairs as the brace themselves for some high-flying action. Janela lines up Danhausen in his sites and then leaps off, aiming a pointed elbow right at that tatted up chest.
Ranallo: Here comes the Elbow Drop!
Graves: If you thought Joey Janela's potential came with a question mark, this oughta change that into an exclamation point.
Maybe it would, too, except Danhausen rolls out of the way just in time! Janela comes up just shy and hits nothing but canvas. His ribs and elbow and hip collide with the ring so hard that he actually bounces up a few inches after the initial impact. Eyes squinted in abject agony, Joey rolls around writhing in pain while Danhausen crawls over to the ropes to help himself up.
Another "LOVE THAT DANHAUSEN" chant starts up, providing the sinister superstar with a much needed second wind. He slowly stumbles over towards Joey and picks him. After some struggle, he manages to hoist the Bad Boy up on to his shoulders. Turning to face the hard came, Danhausen lets the world get a good look at him before he executes a picture-perfect Very Nice, Very Kneevil!
Graves: The thief! That's not even his mouth!
Phillips: It's not like Joey Janela invented the Elbow Drop, either...
Danhausen's knee smashes into Janela's face on the way down, knocking him senseless. Joey falls to the canvas and Danhausen sprawls to make the cover while the third man counts it...
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Janela kicks out at two! Danhausen hisses at the Referee, giving him the heebie-jeebies. He warns the freaky superstar not to get too weird on him now, lest that somehow, someway lead to a DQ of some kind. Shirking the Official with a dismissive wave, Danhausen gets back to work, slowly climbing to a vertical base and then yanking Janela up with him. An attempt to hook the Bad Boy's head in for what looks like a Goodnighthausen is stifled when Joey shoves him back.
Quicker than a hiccup, Janela then pops off a Superkick that connects flush to Danhausen's chin! He is sent tumbling backwards towards the ropes, lifelessly bouncing off of them and right back into Joey's orbit. The Bad Boy boots him in the guts and doubles him over to set up the Package Piledriver.
Graves: It's all over but the crying now.
Ranallo: The Package Piledriver is famously one of the most successfully definitive maneuvers in company history. There's no kicking out once the Bad Boy hits this.
Janela yanks Danhausen up by bent legs. But Danhausen squirms his way out of there like a nasty little worm and transitions into a Victory Roll to counter! Janela is caught totally off guard as his shoulders are twisted down into the mat. The Referee is right there to count it...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
DANHAUSEN!
Janela bucks Danhausen off just after the third count but by then it's too late. That very nice, very evil theme music is already coming through the PA as Danhausen stands to have his hand raised. Joey rolls towards one of the corners, eyes bewildered as he tries to figure out what just happened and where it all went wrong.
Phillips: And just like that, Danhausen pulls a pinning combination out of thin air to get the win over a game Joey Janela.
Ranallo: Janela nearly had him finished, too. But you can never count a unique competitor like Danhausen out of the match.
Graves: He stole that one, and I'm pretty sure the count was fast. I'm going to recommend the state athletic commission take a look back at the tape on this one.
Joey eventually rolls out of the ring and storms off to the back while Danhausen celebrates in the ring to the cheers of the crowd. It's a big main event win for the unlikely superstar and
OH MY GOODNESS ITS BATISTA!
The Animal blindslides Danhausen, leveling him with a lariat from behind. Where he came from, nobody knows. He arrived shockingly fast and inconspicuously for a man of his size. The fans change their tune to an outpouring of outrage and Batista sneers down at the man who has been a thorn in his side since returning to the UWF. Peeling the pancaked pest off of the canvas, Big Dave flips him up on to his shoulders and promptly delivers a ring-shaking Batista Bomb!
Batista surveys the stunned arena like some kinda maniac as Danhausen is sent to the land of wind and ghosts by the devastating blow. Security, ring crew members and loose Refs hustle down to the ring to put a stop to the carnage but Batista has done what he came to do. He leaves Danhausen decimated in his wake as he turns to leave, no words spoken. As the Animal marches up the ramp, EMTs pass him to join the crowd attending to Danhausen. A shocked, booing crowd provides the soundtrack to the scene of the crime as Revolution comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Bo vs Swoggle, Ciampa vs Gable - Danny
Danhausen vs Janela - Fauche
Ziggler vs Nakamura, Eita vs Cena - Sam