Post by Danny on Apr 9, 2022 3:49:03 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. It's the final show before Wrestlemania and boy oh boy do we have a special card for you tonight, headlined by a Champion vs Champion bout!
Tom Phillips: And the Hollywood star makes his return when he goes up against Eita. Eita has a grudge with all veterans as proven last week with the complete disrespect shown to Edge. Can he back up his words tonight?
Corey Graves: Plus Sami Zayn and Shark Boy look to get revenge on the man who cost them their shot at CM Punk. The question is, can Sami trust Shark Boy?
Tom Phillips:And if that wasn't enough, The Bad Boy looks to go to war with another bad man in Randy Orton. Both men are known to fight a little recklessly. Who's hands will end up dirtiest?
Mauro Ranallo:But first, it's tag team action as Dolph Ziggler teams up with John Cena to take on the Hands of Dallas. Let's take it down to the ring!
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.
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.
The music drowns out the arena as the two hands of Dallas make their way to the ring. They both enter the ring emotionless waiting for the fight to begin...
VS
DING DING DING
Ziggler tells Cena he'll go ahead and starts things off but while he's conversing, Brody King runs over and squashes him in the corner with a big Splash! King follows up with a stiff right to knock Cena off the apron. King grabs Ziggler by the waist and throws him back for a German Suplex! He then grabs a fistful of hair and pulls Dolph back to his feet before just hoisting him up and ramming him into his corner where he unloads with some Shoulder Thrusts in the corner. He tags in Jester all while Bo has a big smile on his face and is nodding in approval.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the Hands of Dallas are making quick work of this makeshift team.
Corey Graves: Ziggler wanted to call out Bo and get revenge but he wasn't prepared for these two to also be by his side.
Jester comes in and gives Ziggler a Back Suplex. Before he can follow up, Cena has come in and tries to get a piece of the two for the cheap shot but the ref holds him back. This allows Jester to place Ziggler on the bottom rope and Bo comes over to choke him out on it! Cena sees he's only causing more problems and goes to leave while Bo backs off. Jester picks him back and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle before tagging Brody back in. King enters the ring and scoops up Dolph to deliver a Backbreaker! Ziggler arches his back in pain but Brody isn't done there. He lifts him up and gets him on his shoulders and drops him down with the All Seeing Eye into the pin!
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Ziggler kicks out! Brody walks over and tags Jester back into the match. Jack comes over and starts to bring Ziggler up but Dolph starts fighting back with a few shots to the gut. Jester cuts him off with a knee to the face beforw hipping him back into his corner. He comes running in for a Clothesline but Ziggler dodges at the last second and Jester clobbers King in the face! Ziggler crawls towards Cena but Jester grabs onto his boot. Ziggler hops up and manages to jump forward and make the tag to Cena!
Cena comes in and Clotheslines Jester! He hops back up only to eat another. He gets up once more and takes a wild swing at Cena who ducks it, takes his back and spins him out with the Protobomb! Brody comes in as well and goes for a clothesline of his own that Cena ducks. King continues to run forward and hits the ropes only to get Clotheslined out of the ring by Cena! The Television Champion is rocking and he throws his hand up, the crowd cheering him on. He walks over to Jester and gives him the ol' "You Can't See me" before he runs to the ropes and comes back with the 5 Knuckle Shuffle! He makes the pin!
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Jester kicks out! Cena puts his hands on his knees and patiently waits for Jester to get back up. Once he does, he's spun around and Cena gets him on his shoulders! Brody King however hops back onto the apron and Cena drops Jester to go and strike him. He's however yanked off the apron by Ziggler and hits his face on the way down! Ziggler hops on the apron and makes the tag back into the match but Jester doesn't realize it as he kicks Cena in the gut and plants him with a DDT! He goes to make the pin but the ref is telling him he's not the legal man. Jester looks confused when Ziggler comes at him from the side and hits the Famouser! He makes the pin!
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Brody comes in and makes the save! He stomps down on Ziggler a few times before dragging Jester to his corner and tagging himself in. Ziggler tries to catch him off guard with a Superkick but Brody catches his foot and pulls him in for an Exploder Suplex! Ziggler goes flying and crashes into the corner in a seated position. A bad place to be in as Brody runs to the opposite corner and comes back with a Canonball! He pulls Ziggler away and looks like he might go for the cover when Cena comes in and starts attacking him from behind.
Corey Graves: I can't believe people think Cena is some type of hero when he blatantly attacks people from behind like that!
Tom Phillips: So you're not going to mention how Bo Dallas got involved earlier?
Corey Graves: I didn't claim him to be a hero. Besides, at least he had the decency to do it behind the ref's back.
Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of Bo!
The ref is trying to regain order as Cena and Brody brawl to the outside. Meanwhile Bo slides in and grabs Ziggler, putting him on his shoulders and delivers the Bo-vine Intervention! He quickly slides back out of the ring and Jester runs over to fight with Cena. Together he and Brody deliver a big Powerbomb onto the steel ramp! Brody then comes back into the ring and gives Ziggler a big Senton before making the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Hands of Dallas!
Bo comes in and stands between the two men but they both decide to raise his hands in victory. The officials check on Ziggler and Cena as the show moves on...
The Revolution feed opens up backstage with Renee Young standing by, looking directly into the camera lens.
Renee Young
So ladies and gentlemen, I was originally supposed to be joined by Danhausen at this time in order for him to preview his upcoming Hollywood Street Fight against Batista at Wrestlemania, but as witnessed at the end of last week’s show, Danhausen was viciously attacked by the Animal, alas he is unfortunately not here tonight. We tried to get an update from the medical team as to Danhausen’s condition, but nobody was able to provide us with any information. So whilst we can only hope that Danhausen will make a full recovery in order to make it to Wrestlemania, it’s really up in the air at the mome…
Suddenly the feed cuts away from Renee and is just static for a few moments. After the static fades, there is a short beep, and suddenly the camera is now focused on someone else that quite clearly isn’t Renee Young…
Jim Cornette
Pardon the interruption folks, but once again I find myself having to break my UWF vow of silence in order to address the latest dose of horseshit that’s made its way to my ears and eyes. This time it has come in the shape of a letter, something which I imagine some of you were expecting given that the black and white faced imbecile declared it on national television several weeks back. Good news Danhausen, assuming you can even comprehend spoken words at present, your written message did indeed find its way to me here at Castle Cornette. I’ve now read it, absorbed it, and before I set fire to it, I will issue you with a response, only instead of writing back, I will say everything I need to say during a live upcoming special recording session of The Jim Cornette Experience, where for a short period of time I will be simulcasting live on UWF television, so that you and all the twerps that find you entertaining can hear the truth. But until then, enjoy eating your dinner through a straw-hausen, jackass!
The camera then cuts away from the broadcast interruption that came from Jim Cornette at his residency, and returns to the arena in order for the show to carry on as normal.
The scene opens with Randy Orton standing backstage in a room.
Tonight is the night where Joey face one of the toughest comptitors in UWF. Win or lose. I am going to make sure he feel the pain and suffering that he deserves. I can tell you that if Joey does beat me. It will just be plain luck. But I will certainly say he will earn my respect whether he win or lose. I can say he has a bright future in UWF unlike most newcomers. But tonight, he will be in for a huge night. I can tell you that it will be one of the biggest fight of his life when he steps in the ring with me. After tonight, Joey will geta taste of what the Viper is all about. Joey, Good luck because you are going to need it. At WrestleMania, I can promise you thay nobody will remember who John Cena is when I am finished with him. He will be nothing a after thought when I am done with him. And his chances of retaining his TV Championships are slim. The odds are against him when it comes to me. I can promise everyone that I will walk into the ring as one of the toughest and dangerous competitors who is always prepared to fight. In the end, I will be crown the new TV Champion while John Cena will be laying defenseless in his own pool of blood. WrestleMania is will be the the start of my Revolution where the Devil claim the throne as the New King of UWF. There will be nobody in the company to stop me. At WrestleMania, everyoone will remember the name.......Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton staring at the camera.
Tony Chimel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first
”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.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent
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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As the bell rings, Batista and Eita meet in the center of the ring, Batista towering over his much smaller opponent. Batista can’t help but chuckle and make a size comparison, using his hand as a measuring stick, as Batista moves his hand to the side of Eitas head, the young technical master grabs it and wrenches it back, causing the bigger man pain, as he wrenches it Eita hits Batista in the knee with a kick and Batista goes down to one knee, Eita continues to wrench back as Batista swings wildly with his free arm but Eitas smaller size and speed makes him a difficult target.
Mauro Ranallo: Welcome back everyone to some UWF action, if you’re just joining us we are currently seeing the self proclaimed “El Unero” Eita take on “The Animal” Batista.
Tom Phillips: Eita says he’s sick of the older guys taking the spotlight and Batista wants a win before he faces Danhausen at Wrestlemania, Eita isn’t making it easy on him.
Corey Graves: Eita is a young skilled technician, this type of skill is how he gets his win but i’m sure Dave will be fine.
.Back in the ring and Eita is still working on that arm, having been able to work Batista onto the ground into an armbar attempt but Big Dave is managing to hold onto his hand with his other hand to block the attempt, Eita wrenches with all his strength but Batista won’t let go. Its not long till Batista is getting back to his feet, practically deadlifting Eita onto his shoulder, Batista then charges a corner and hits Eita with a corner powerslam, finally causing Eita to let go of the hold as he’s sandwiched between Batista and the corner, Batista then turns round and dumps down Eita with a powerslam in the centre of the ring.
1…2..Eita kicks out
The younger wrestler kicks out at two, Batista looking slightly stunned but also bemused. Eita could have saved himself a world of hurt but he wanted to do this the hard way apparently. Batista would begin stomping on Eita’s leg, Batista trying to take away his speed advantage, Batista is using the ropes to get more leverage on the stomps, the referee admonishing him for this. Batista tells the referee to back off and goes back to Eita, as Batista goes to pick him up Eita manages to get the inside cradle but Batista kicks out quickly, both get up and Batista goes for a Clothesline but Eita catches the arm and goes for a Russian Legsweep, sending Big Dave crashing too the mat and into a pin.
Mauro Ranallo: Eita showing his speed managing to catch that wild Clothesline attempt into a Russian Legsweep and going for a pin.
Tom Phillips: He might be outspoken but Eita showing why he should be in the conversation as one of the best in ring workers in the UWF currently
Corey Graves: Eita may be good but this Batista, star of films like Stuber, he’s got this.
1…2…Batista kicks out
Batista kicks out the legsweep and Eita goes for another armbar attempt, this time fully locking in the hold, the referee checks if Batista wants to tap but Big Dave refuses to do so, he goes for the corner powerslam attempt again but this time Eita lets go of the hold and Batista crashes into the corner, Eita comes charging at him but Batista with surprising speed charges out and hits a Clothesline that turns Eita inside out, the smaller man flying through the air, Batista then picks him up and charges him into a corner, planting him and hitting corner thrusts before stopping to clutch at his arm, the damage being done by Eita. Eita once again charges but Batista turns it round into a Spinebuster and goes for a pin, clutching the leg with his damaged right arm.
1….2…..2.5….Kick Out
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, EITA KICKS OUT, BATISTA CRUSHED HIM WITH THAT SPINEBUSTER AND SOMEHOW EITA KICKS OUT.
Tom Phillips: Batista would have had it won there but I think his damaged arm stopped him from fully getting the pin.
Corey Graves: Got to give it Eita, he saw a target and took advantage of it but can’t count out The Animal yet.
Batista shakes his head as he gets up, clutching the ropes he shakes them, beckoning for the Batista Bomb. As Eita gets to his feet Batista gets him up but Batistas shoulder suddenly gives out, Eita uses this as an opportunity to drop down and hit a knee to the side of Batistas head before throwing him shoulder first into the corner, Batista hitting the ring post, Eita does it two more times, Batista seething as he clutches his shoulder in pain. Eita beckons Batista to get to his feet, looking for the Imperial Uno.
Mauro Ranallo: This is it Eita has Batista were he wants him
Tom Phillips: Eita has targeted that arm and shoulder this whole match and the damage seems to be done
Corey Phillips: Damn I thought Batis…. Wait whats this
Suddenly the titantron switches view from the match to a….blur of light colors. A voice can be heard coming through as well as it appears someone’s hand is covering the camera lens.
Hey Eita….guess who?
In a swift motion, the hand covering the lens moves and we see Edge’s beaming face, as the camera is pointed up towards him, despite him being crouched low.
Edge
I hope I’m not interrupting anything…important. I just figured you and everyone in the UWF Universe deserved an update on how my comeback training is going. You see, I’ve been out of the ring a long…long time. And these old bones get rusty way easier than in the past. So I thought to myself…Self, where is the absolute best place to train for a comeback? Especially against someone as young and hungry as you, Eita. Then inspiration struck me like lightning! But instead of telling you, let me show you…
At this point, Edge picks the camera up and shows off his surroundings. Edge shows off what appears to be an empty arena, with a ring and entrance ramp set up. The eye catching part is the logo on the ring:
A groan can be heard off camera as Edge is still filming the area. Edge can be heard muttering and the camera shakes as it appears Edge is stomping on whatever…or whomever…is making the noises
Edge
I said to wait your turn, let’s not ruin the surprise so early. So where was I?
Edge turns the camera back around to his face as he continues.
Edge
Ah right. Training! So I pulled a few strings to get into the training grounds of the great Eita! The Japanese promotion of Dragon Gate! They practically worshiped the ground at my feet when I told them my intentions to train here for my grand comeback. I asked them who the closest person to Eita was in his time here and that I would like them as my…personal…sparring…partner…
With each of those last words, Edge’s face is holding back venom as the camera jars and the voice yelps out more. Edge clearly still putting the boots to this “sparring partner”. Edge crouches back down, this time setting the camera up to show his victim: Yosuke Santa Maria
The anger on Eita’s face is boiling over as Edge keeps going.
Edge
The poor thing was so eager to prove herself to you. To help me hone my…well…edge… and to give you a heads up on what you’d be in for at Wrestlemania. But to every other wrestler, regaining their Edge after a long hiatus merely means knocking off the ring rust, taking some bumps, and refining their moves. But for me, I always had another definition of Edge. And she’s a fighter, I’ll give her that. And if you’re even a fraction of the fighter she was…well Wrestlemania will be a lot of fun for me. But this little excursion, much like our Mania match, Eita, was only ever going to end one way…
At this point, Edge puts his hands on an object next to him and goes to stand up. As he does, we can see the object clearly: A steel chair. Yosuke is crawling on the ground, toward the camera, a black eye already forming and her lip busted open, bleeding. She reaches her right hand out to the camera, her words inaudible as Edge steps around her. And with great force, brings the chair crashing down onto the head of the prone Yosuke, knocking her out. Edge drops the chair onto the limp body of Yosuke and sits back on the floor, taking the outstretched hand of Yosuke and using his left hand, forms a heart symbol towards the camera.
Edge
I’ll see you at Wrestlemania…Eita
And with Edge’s laugh the titantron finally ceases to show the horrifying footage of Edge’s “training”.
As the screen fades Eita turns round to hit the Imperial Uno but is met with a Spear by Batista, crashing to the mat. Batista then musters up all the strength in his right arm and shoulder and picks Eita up and hits the Batista Bomb and going for a cover.
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Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH….. “THE ANIMAL” BATISTA.
The referee raises Batistas arm as he looks over his prone opponent.
Mauro Ranallo: Eita almost had this one won here but a timely distraction by Edge squashed that.
Tom Phillips: Eita had Batista beat, I hope Big Dave doesn’t forget to share his half of the winners purse with Edge.
Corey Phillips: Hey Eita took the eye off the prize, this is why Batista is a Hollywood A-Lister and Eita isn’t.
The camera cuts back to Batista in the ring, now posing on the corner turnbuckle as the show moves on.
The scene opens to a smug Heyman at his signature ‘Talking Smack’ table looking down upon the audience. He taps his fingers on his desk as he slowly begins to get everyone’s attention.
Paul Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen; you’ve heard it 1,000 times before but I will never skip out on an opportunity to remind you folks of the news. My name is Paul Heyman, and I am the manager, advocate and special council for Seth Rollins! My client has a date with the UWF Champion at WrestleMania, and he will succeed in taking down that Chicago made Punk and he will once again rise to the occasion.
CM Punk has you all fooled. He is a deranged sinner who is responsible for two men suffering horrendous injuries. It’s CM Punk’s fault that Samoa Joe is in the hospital with critical injuries. It’s CM Punk’s fault that Eddie Kingston ended up being the one getting crushed by the stage. Two men suffered lifelong injuries because one man was afraid to step up and accept his fate from the Universe. After WrestleMania, it will be three men suffering from catastrophic injuries when only one should have been plagued with the injuries. CM Punk is a cowardly sinning man with has opened the doors of the Universe’s full wrath and come WrestleMania—he will have run out of places to hide as well as time to stall.
The Grim Reaper will be visiting Punk in the form of my client and his blood will spew across the mat. CM Punk will finally get what’s coming to him and my client will be forced to repent immediately after the match for the disgusting damage he plans on inflicting to the so called ‘Best in the World.’ My client will do anything that the Universe asks of him—especially if it means he has a chance at being acquiring the coveted Universal Championship.
CM Punk is a young man who is sitting on borrowed time, and at WrestleMania—it will be time for the Universe to collect his payment in pain and agonizing defeat. WrestleMania will be a welcoming party for the new sheriff in town. But we’ll make sure to leave a reservation in the hospital for you next to your buddy Samoa Joe. Perhaps the two of you can ingest your food through tubes next to each other for the rest of your stinking miserable lives.
Paul Heyman then signals to the cameras to sign out as he finishes his public service announcement.
We cut to Ciampas familiar spot backstage, all by himself. No Renee and No Wardlow. He is sitting on a steel chair, IC belt over his shoulder. He looks up at the camera.
Ciampa: I feel respect is a word tossed about on this roster a lot. Batista wants respect because he's an A-List celebrity. EITA wants respect because he views himself as the future. Rollins believes he's entitled to respect as some sort of delusion he's a chosen one and Sami well, Samis gonna do what he does.
Ciampa would chuckle slightly, an often not seen smirk forming.
Ciampa: To me there's only one man on this roster who deserves respect and shockingly I'm not referring to myself, even though I do deserve some. The man i’m talking about is CM
Punk.
Ciampa would shrug.
Ciampa: That may shock some of yous to hear may say that but allow me to elaborate. For almost a year now Punk has held that World Championship for near on a year, he's been through a lot. A psychopath in Bray Wyatt. The crusade of Eddie Kingston and Seth Rollins trying to looney tunes him to death.
Ciampa would shake his head.
Ciampa: You'd think after all that it would have humbled Punk but it's not. He still thinks he's the saviour of the masses. That he's on some righteous mission to save us all and frankly I'm getting sick and tired of hearing about it.
Ciampa look directly into the camera
Ciampa: If Punk wants to be a true saviour, if he wants that respect he craves, then he needs to show why he deserves it. It isn't enough to just be world champion anymore. You need to be seen to be making a statement these days and tonight I make mine.
Ciampa would take the IC title off his shoulder.
Ciampa: According to you Punk, this belt is a mere toy to your world championship, that it means nothing. Well while you've been trying to solve the world's easiest who done it, I've been on TV week in and week out showing what a real champion looks like.
Ciampa lowers the belt to the ground.
Ciampa: But it isn't about that tonight, tonight it's about me showing you why you're lucky it's not me facing you at Wrestlemania. Why if I had taken the shots Seth had, the job would have been done by now. Tonight, I right the biggest loss of my career. The one shadow left of my previous year and Punk, unlike Seth. I won't need a third try to succeed.
With that Ciampa picks back up his title and the chair, putting the title on his shoulder and dragging the chair behind him, however Ciampa turns back and looks into the camera.
Ciampa: When we first faced off Punk, you admonished me for focusing on my match against Warhorse more than my match with you. That it was my chance to show everyone why I could hang with the world champion, now all these months later, you have my full blown attention for tonight man and trust me, you’re going to regret wanting it.
With that Ciampa finally leaves, leaving a sinister air of the scene.
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.
Tony Chimel: 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.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
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The wrestlers immediately get locked up in a collar elbow tie-up, and Randy hits Joey hit a thumb to the eyes before throwing him in a corner turnbuckle. Orton begins to deliver body shot after body shot until Janella squirms out of the corner. Orton Irish whips Joey who bounces off the ropes and surprises Randy with a massive clothesline. The fans all stand on their feet at the quick back and forth display so far.
Joey begins to stomp on the upper torso area of Orton who quickly gets back to his feet out of harms way. Orton thumbs Janela in the eyes once again to stop his momentum, and then connects with a drop kick to the temple of his competitor. Orton kicks Joey out of the ring and under the ropes to the outside. Orton then begins to taunt the crowd before hopping outside of the ring himself to immediately grab the head of Joey. Orton goes for the Irish whips into the steel steps—but Joey reverses sending Orton crashing through the steps shoulders first. Orton is on the ground grabbing at his shoulder and collar bone area in dire pain and stress.
Joey scoops Orton up and rolls him inside the ring. Orton is on all fours and Joey delivers a leg drop to the back of Orton’s head. Joey mounts Orton and delivers a few hard rights hands before helping the third-generation star to his feet. Orton is still shoeing signs of the effects of pain on his shoulder, and Joey kicks Orton in the midsection and delivers a swinging neck breaker. Joey goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Orton!
Mauro Ranallo: Nice kickout there by Orton.
Tom Phillips: How much more damage can he take? Looks like a car wreck already.
Joey begins to stalk Orton, and once Randy gets to his feet, Joey slides behind him and looks for a German suplex. Randy grabs the ropes for dear life and the two embark on a struggle with joey losing being unable to land the german on Randy. Joey begins to land blubbing blows to the back of Orton’s head and back that weaken him—but he keeps his grips o the ropes. Randy then sprints into the corner with Joey still attached to his waist and uses his forward down momentum to send Joey face first into the second turnbuckle. Orton lands on his side and gets a breather while Joey is on the ground holding onto his temple.
Corey graves: Creative reversal there by Orton! The third-generation star is really showing his experience and prowess in the ring with that counter.
Maura Ranallo: But will it be enough to turn the tides in this match?
Joey finally gets to his feet, and Orton flies from the top turnbuckle and lands a missile dropkick to Joey that floors him once again. Orton is still feeling the effects of running into the steel steps, and he takes the moment to work some feeling back into his arm. Joey eventually gets to his feet once again, and Randy connects with his signature back breaker. Randy then goes for his first pin of the night.
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Kickout by Joey!
Randy shows some frustration but manages to keep his cool as he grabs Joey by the hair and helps him to a vertical base. Orton irish whips Joey and goes for a clothesline, but Joey ducks. Joey bounces off the ropes for a second time and Randy goes for a second clothesline but Joey ducks once again. After the third bounce, Joey picks up a head of momentum and crashes into Randy with a backwards elbow that floors him. Randy quickly gets up only to get him with a crossbody from Joey who bounces off the ropes once more with a head full of steam. Joey gets up almost immediately and begins to stalk Orton…. Who finally gets a german suplex for his troubles. Joey keeps his hands around the waist of Orton after the first one is delivered to pull Orton back up, and deliver a second German then leaves randy folded up like a lawn chair. Randy eventually and very slowly gets to his feet.. only to receive the DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Joey goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Orton!
Corey Graves: What a move by Joey!
Joey gets to his feet and begins to stalk Orton and he seems to be going for the finish. Randy moves his limbs around a little before staggering to his feet… and Joey goes for the superkick! Randy can see it coming and Randy catches Joey’s foot. Randy spins Joey around and connects with a kick to the abdomen followed up by a mean DDT that has Joey Janela standing up on his head like an exclamation point. Joey’s body eventually lands down on the ground and the two men are out. The two men begin to stir and Orton is quicker to get to his feet. Randy thumbs Joey in the eyes and irish whips him… and connects with the Power slam!
Tom Phillips: Vintage Orton!!
Orton then slams his hands on the ground and begins to stalk and taunt Joey to get up. Joey begins to stir a bit, unaware of the impending danger behind him. When Joey gets to his feet, Randy connects with the RKO!!
Corey Graves: This one is over Folks!
Tom Phillips: Why isn’t he going for the cover?
Mauro Ranello: He seems to be signaling for the Television Championship.
Corey Graves: Is he perhaps trying to send a message to John Cena?
Tom Phillips: It sure looks like it, he’s even pointing at the WrestleMania symbol now.
Orton does in fact make the signal of an invisible championship around his waist as he sends a message that is very Clear to John Cena—Randy will be the next Television champion. The point to the infamous WM sign indicates that he knows what season it is. Randy then slides to the opposing corner off his opponent and begins to stalk him once again—but this time his stance is different.
Corey Graves: Is he signaling for what I think he is?
Mauro Ranello: It looks like he’s going for the kill shot with a punt!
After several moments, Joey gets on all fours and Orton sprints to deliver a punt! But Joey moves out of the way at the last moment! Joey gets to his feet and goes for the Superkick! Orton ducks! Orton goes for the RKO…. And it connects!! Orton just sits on his ass and laughs for several moments instead of going for the cover.
Mauro Ranello: Orton is just toying with him at this point.
Corey Graves: He’s a household name for a reason--- this is his playground.
Orton begins to clap his hands and he points to the WM sign once again, all while not going for the cover. He opts to stalk his opponent once more. Orton is signaling for a THIRD RKO on a motionless Joey. Joey struggles to get to his feet, having to use the ropes to assist himself off. Joey eventually staggers and turns around and Randy goes for the RKO! But Joey pushes him off and Orton goes flying and lands on his back with a hard impact. Orton is flustered and quickly gets to his feet, only to eat a MASSIVE SUPERKICK! Both men are down… but after a few moments, Joey kips up and begins to climb the turnbuckle. He almost slips off due to fatigue… but he makes it to the top.. Joey flies off… Randy tries to move… but Joey still connects with a diving elbow in the heart of the Viper. Joey puts his arm on Randy for the cover.
1…….
2…….
…..3!!!!!
Mauro Ranello: Def a hard-fought victory for Joey.
Corey Graves: Randy got too preoccupied with sending a message to Cena in this one. He let the win slip away.
Tom Phillips: Hopefully that won’t be the cast at WrestleMania.
Winner: Joey Janela
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Nick Gage and The Invisible Man!
The pair of indy darlings walk into the shot. The God of Ultraviolence looks as intense as ever, his face permanently fixed in mean-mug position. Invisible Man doesn't look like anything because he's invisible. Renee greets them with a professional smile and gets this segment going.
Young: Thanks for joining me guys. This is an exciting time for you - Nick, you've competed in the UWF before but from what I understand, you're here to corner promotional newcomer The Invisible Man when he makes his debut in the Cluster... uh... Clustercuss Battle Royal. Am I allowed to say what it's actually called on air?
Renee looks over to her producer, who can be heard shrugging off camera. An awkward moment is interrupted by Gage's timely answer.
Gage: Yeah that's right, Renee. Great fucking job on doing your research. A lot of people don't fucking see the hours you gotta put into to having your I's dotted and your T's crossed to do the job you do but I fucking know where it's at. I respect the shit out of you for the effort you've been putting in for years.
MDK is a fucking gang. It means Murder Death Kill and we're back in the UWF now. We haven't signed any fucking papers yet but if my boy here wins the Clusterfuck Battle Royal at Wrestlemania Eleven, I know Ethan Carter Three is gonna hook him up and then it's MDK all fucking day.
Young: Well thank you very much for the kind words, Nick. Invisible Man, obviously you bring a unique skillset to the sport of professional wrestling. You've had some impressive success on in the independents - what can the UWF fans who might have not seen you compete yet expect in your big debut?
She holds the mic up for The Invisible Man to answer.
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Invisible Man:
Renee nods, listening intently. Nick cross his arms and almost - ALMOST - cracks a smirk at the cocksure words of the newest member of MDK. Invisible Man continues.
Invisible Man:
Young: Okay. Wow. Thos are some really... really strong words for your opponents.
Invisible Man:
Young: Oh I have no doubt you can back it up, especially with a legend like Nick Gage in your corner.
Gage: That's a very fucking kind thing of you to say and praise coming from someone with your fucking experience and mind for this sport carries a lot of gravitas as far as I'm concerned. That's fucking awesome Renee.
Young: One last question before you go - on a scale of one to ten, how much death match-ness are you guys planning on bringing to the Showcase of the Immortals?
Invisible Man holds up ten fingers and then mixes it up so he's throwing up the MDK gang sign. Nick Gage follows suite.
Gage: MDK all fucking day, Renee. All fucking day. Have a blessed night.
Young: You as well, guys.
Nick and Invisible head off back the way they came. Renee signs off and Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a black and white video feed. A misty, dimly lit ring is displayed, made that much more dramatic by the monochrome and a faint, droning background score. Sitting in the squared circle - the UWF Champion CM Punk, holding and considering his title belt. His words come in as a voiceover.
Punk: This means everything.
That scene is interrupted by a flurry of shots. Glimpses of champions past and the struggles they went through to win and defend the gold. The Second City Saint's voice narrates over the clips.
Punk: This sport is governed by an ultimate binary. You're either a winner or a loser. The guy who wins when it matters most gets this title. It's that simple.
The historic montage caps off with the footage of the last world title change - CM Punk's victory over Bray Wyatt at Summerslam last year.
Punk: Whoever has this belt closes the show. They get paid the most. Their face is put front and center on the posters and the billboards and the cups at 7-11. They become the franchise. They become the flag-bearer for the promotion. Their narrative is the one at the center of Revolution.
Next, brief clips of the Straight Edge Superstar's likeness featured on various Wrestlemania ads intertwined with some of his more memorable achievements since gaining the strap.
Punk: I am the UWF Champion. I have the only thing in this sport that really matters. Seth Rollins wants to take it from me.
The mood pivots as The Visionary's shady path to the Showcase of the Immortals is revisited - the impressive highlights as well as the devious schemes.
Punk: I don't believe in destiny. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in luck or karma, curses or miracles. But Wrestlemania has a tendency of humbling the unworthy.
Changing to video from the Grandaddy of 'em All now, the audience is reminded of some of the more brutal and breath-taking spots from many an epic encounter.
Punk: False gods like AJ Styles. Cartoon villains like Ultramantis Black. Pathetic frauds like Larry Sweeney. All of them exposed by the brightest spotlight in the game. Because when the chips are down and everything's at stake, there are people who are going to step up and there are people who can't hang. Winners and losers.
The loses of those men mentioned and others like them flash on the enormous screen before it all comes back to The Champ. He looks up from the belt and directly in the lens of the camera.
Punk: Seth Rollins went above and beyond anything a reasonable man would think of to take this title away from me without actually having to fight me for it. I am the last person on the planet that he wants to square off with in the biggest match of his career. For all his planning and scheming - the dirty work that got him as far as that main event at Wrestlemania - he wasn't clever enough to avoid me.
There's no getting away from me, and there's no escaping the reckoning he's invited on himself. At Wrestlemania, there's nothing left to hide behind. No more games to play. No more excuses. Just me and him. Punk versus Rollins, one more time. We know how this ends. We've seen it before. You know what I'm capable of and what Seth isn't. If you're tuning in, it isn't to witness a mat classic or a legitimate competition. It's to solemnly observe a live execution - to bare witness to the violent end of the Seth Rollins story. A debt's owed and I'm coming to collect.
Seth Rollins is a lot of things, most self-proclaimed. Visionary, messiah, architect, athlete, wannabe murderer, coward, snake... the list goes on. One thing he isn't, and never will be?
Brooks stands up in the ring and holds his title belt high.
BEST IN THE WORLD.
The feed abruptly cuts out with those last words, leaving a simmering static on the titantron for a moment before Revolution continues elsewhere.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team 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, large poles form a runway down to the ramp, and they instantly light on fire. The fire burns steadily as the camera fixates on the top of the ramp, waiting for the illustrious superstar to make his way out from the back to face the UWF Universe.
[Without further adieu, The Visionary, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. 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. Roman Reigns follows as well.
The fans show their disapproval for the trio 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. The stoic Big Dog is right behind him, his imposing stature speaking for itself. They finally makes his way to the ring, step up the stairs and enter the ring with their manager behind him. Seth Rollins stands in the middle of the ring with both of his hands out to the side, presenting himself as a mythical being in a sense. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction, earning them a menacing scowl from Roman.
Chimel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 485 pounds... Roman Reigns and the 2022 Royal Rumble Winner SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
Another chorus of boos coincides with Tony's announcing of the team. The fans' attitude doesn't improve much with the next arrival.
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: And their opponents... first, fromMontreal 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.
Zayn keeps his distance from his opponents, waiting in his corner for some back up to roll through.
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: 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.
Zayn and SCSB share a weary glance with each other before turning their attention on their opponents. Seth is cackling and rubbing his hands together like a mad man. Roman's expression remains equal parts neutral and threatening. The Visionary steps through the ropes to the apron, happy to let the Big Dog start with the dirty work. Zayn volunteers his partner to start things off as he too moves to the outside. Heyman and Chimel both leave the squared circle so that it's only Roman, Shark Boy and the Official left on the canvas. The latter calls for the bell.
VS
Shark Boy is giving up a ton of size to Reigns but he isn't the least bit intimidated. He's a pretty cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything. Not the biggest fish in the sea, but the meanest, and he flexes that aggressive zest by marching straight across the ring and decking Roman right across his Big Dog mouth. KACHOW!
Reigns' head turns on a swivel. The last time someone hit him that hard, they were named Wardlow. It isn't every day that the former International Champ gets a taste of his own medicine. Suffice it to say that he isn't supes keen on it, but so surprised by the impact is he that Shark Boy has some time to launch in with a few more bay-makers that send Rollins' goon reeling toward the ropes.
Ranallo: Shark Boy is coming out swinging like a live one on the line!
Phillips: Talk about a good right hook, huh Mauro?
Graves: If you two start with the puns now I'm going to stab myself through the eardrums with my pen. I swear to God.
Ranallo: We'll do our best to scale it back.
Pushed back into the cables by the onslaught, Roman then bounces back a little. Shark Boy catches his arm as he comes and uses that to whip him alllll the way to the other side of the ring. Reigns rebounds back, the Shellraiser charges him. It's like a freight train on the same track as a different freight train and they're speeding towards each other. The masked superstar leaps through the air like a Dolphin through a Sea World hoop and connects with a Thesz Press, using all of himself to push Roman down into the mat.
It's a full mount for SB and he uses that position to tee off with some ground and pound AKA the Serf n' Turf Special. Reigns turtles up his arms to weather the storm. The fans are just going nuts. They're loving the sight of their beloved fin-masked hero pummeling the scariest Samoan on the roster.
From his spot on the apron, Zayn plays the glory-hogging corner man, throwing in some obvious advice and taking the credit for himself when Shark Boy just keeps on doing what he's doing. On the other side of the squared circle, Heyman looks on with total shock. Rollins isn't so petrified by the unexpected start of the contest and decides to intervene to get his "destiny" back on track.
Shark Boy happens to be going for a pinfall now at the same time...
1...
Seth runs over and blasts him across the head with a kick. BANG. Shark Boy rolls off while Roman sits up, shaking his head and taking some time to recover.
Graves: Smart move by Rollins to get involved there. There's nobody in the company today at his level of gamesmanship.
Phillips: It was blatant cheating and you know it!
The crowd is booing like ghosts as the Visionary helps his pal back towards the bad guy corner. Once there, Seth hops back on to the apron, gets the tag, and officially enters the contest for the first time. Zayn is holding out a hand for the dazed Shark Boy but withdraws it just before a tag can be made when he sees the fresh Number One Contender heading that way. He doesn't want any part of that action. A renewed level of jeers washes over the ring at Sami's display of cowardice - he does his best to convince them that he can't go yet because he has a leg cramp.
Rollins yanks Shark Boy up to his feet and puts a knee into his belly. This doubles the incognito grappler over so that Seth can hook and arm around the neck. He's clearly thinking about a suplex. An attempt to haul his opponent into the air is stymied by some shifted weight on the part of Shark Boy. The Architect tries again to no avail. A third go is countered by a tummy punch from Shark Boy, who then tosses the winded Rollins back with a snap suplex of his own!
Ranallo: Excellent counter by Shark Boy, who puts himself right back in the driver's seat.
Phillips: I think you mean at the helm.
Graves: Stop it.
Shark Boy sprawls on the flattened Messiah and shoots the half to try for a pin. The Referee drops down for the count...
1...
2...
Seth powers out just after the two count. Nobody gets a pin with a snap suplex. This isn't 1952. Surely Shark Boy knows this, but also, every little bit counts. What is the ocean but a multitude of drops?
Zayn is once again eager as a beaver to get into the fight. Shark Boy looks up and sees the extended hand. He has half a mind to walk over there and slug the no good son of a gun but he lets the grudge slide. The only way they're going to win this is together. He knows that, too. So he hauls Rollins over to their corner and makes the tag.
Phillips: So now Sami's ready to go. That leg cramp sure went away quickly.
Graves: And thank goodness for that. We would hate to see a superstar like the Forever Champ sidelined this close to Wrestlemania.
Zayn vaults himself over the ropes and catches Seth on the way down with a DDT! Rollins' head bangs off of the canvas with a sickly thud. Rather than go for a cover, the tenacious Canuck peels him off the mat and drags him towards the southern most neutral corner, where he slams the dude's head off of the top pad. Ruthless.
With Rollins seeing stars, Sami drapes him lifelessly against the ropes and tees off with a couple of quick strikes. His middling boxing prowess and the pride he takes in it garner nothing but scorn from those in attendance tonight. Maybe they're just jealous. Zayn ain't about to let the haters bring him down anyway.
He takes the Contender by the hands and whips him diagonally across the ring so that he ram jams into the far neutral corner. Seth winds up hung up there as well, leaving him prone as all heck for...
Ranallo: Helluva Kick incoming!
Graves: Sami Zayn was inches away from taking Seth's spot in the main event of Wrestlemania. It would be a huge statement to pin him here tonight.
The Forever Champ bolts across the squared circle, headhunting. He's just about to pop off when Reigns comes across the apron and returns the favour from earlier, saving his homie from danger by dragging him out of harms way. Zayn skids out like a Fast and Furious car while Roman pulls Seth back towards their team corner and tags himself in.
Having had some time to recover now, Roman is ready and pissed off as all heck. Zayn can see the anger in his eyes and gets out of dodge pronto, scuttling back to his side and tagging in Shark Boy. The Shellraiser gives his partner the most disappointed of glances before going in to get back to work.
Just as he's coming through the ropes, though, Reigns blasts him with a mother effing SUPERMAN PUNCH! His toaster-sized fist clobbers that masked head, knocking SB senseless before he even has a fighting chance.
Phillips: What a cheap shot! Reigns just blindsided Shark Boy before he could really get in the ring!
Graves: This isn't girl scout camp, Phillips. It's the fight business.
Ranallo: If you'd ever been to girl scout camp you'd know it was even worse, Corey.
Graves: I haven't - but - uh - I mean - have you?
No time to get sidetracked now! Reigns drags the KO'd SB by a leg towards the middle of the ring, where he promptly drops down to make the cover. The Official counts it off while the fans complain.
1...
2...
Shark Boy gets a shoulder up just in time! Reigns is livid, telling the Referee he needs to learn how to count better. Or maybe just faster. All the communication is done via growl so it's hard to tell about the specifics. Anyway, he hoists the mostly limp fish man up off the mat and places him over his broad, tatted up shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position. For a Polynesian fella like him, there's only one way down from there.
Except oh snap! The Samoan drop is countered! Shark Boy slides off the back and shoves Roman away! The Big Dog clumsily stumbles in the other direction while a desperate Shellraiser hurries to his corner for a much-needed tag. He reaches out his hand...
But Sami Zayn drops off the apron and walks away up the ramp!
Phillips: Sami Zayn is abandoning Shark Boy!
Ranallo: Send out the SOS - Shark Boy is stranded at sea! Marooned by way of a heinous mutiny!
Graves: Why should Sami stay and help? He's got maybe the biggest match of his career against the guy in a week's time.
Shary Boy can't believe his eyes as he watches Zayn wave goodbye while heading towards the stage. The fans are booing the roof off the place. Maybe that extra volume is what allows Reigns to be so sneaky coming up behind his opponent. Shark Boy turns around just in time to take a massive SPEAR right to the guts. The impact turns him inside out and leaves him for dead.
Reigns doesn't go for a pin, though. Instead, he dutifully marches back to his corner and tags in an eager Rollins, who cackles like a maniac as he comes through the ropes. While the audience continues to hate on all of it, Rollins bides his time, waiting for the devastated Shark Boy to get up on his hands and knees. The moment he does, The Visionary rushes in and flattens him once again with a resounding CURB STOMP~!
From there, its academic. Seth hooks a leg and counts along with the Ref...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
SETH ROLLINS AND ROMAN REIGNS!
Rollins' theme song can hardly be heard coming through the PA with all that booing going on. The Referee raises his and Reigns' hands in victory while Heyman comes in to celebrate with the boys. Shark Boy is beat up as beat up gets. Zayn is howling with laughter as he watches on from the head of the ramp.
Ranallo: What could have been a classic match between the UWF's top superstars was absolutely sabotaged by some fishy behaviour courtesy Sami Zayn. I can't say that's I'm surprised, but I'm not happy about it either.
Phillips: Rest assured, Shark Boy is going to be out for blood when they collide in that Number One Conteder's match at Wrestlemania.
Graves: The real story here is the dominance of Seth Rollins. It only takes one Curb Stomp to put anyone on this roster down and with Roman Reigns and Paul Heyman in his corner, there's just no stopping the Visionary right now. He's days away from realizing his destiny.
Ranallo: Indeed, Corey. CM Punk may be in deep trouble.
Graves: I hate you. So much.
Rollins, Reigns and Heyman continue their celebration as Revolution goes on elsewhere.
A rotten smell fills the air, along with a dizzying heat. It feels as if we are descending down deep into the earth's core... to a place where few venture. It slowly becomes clear that we're looking at an abandoned old bar. As if that wasn't unsetting enough.... something isn't right. Something sinister is in the air here. There's a feeling of dread. A feeling of pain. And oddly, a feeling of... pleasure... but not the kind of pleasure one first thinks of. No... this feeling is... unearthly. It's... wild, animalistic. The hellacious setting glistens with rapture... and that's when the sound hits. A heavy, unnatural screech. It engulfs the bar, shaking the strange building to its core and sending the broken lighting into a nauseating frenzy.
The disorienting chaos lasts for what seems like forever. It's inescapable. You're forced to endure the setting. Any plea for the pandemonium to stop is met with nothing but more ear-piercing noise. You get to the feeling where you just can't take it anymore. The madness is swallowing you whole... and that's when everything the changes. The loud screeches start to materialize into something. The sounds begin to mesh together into one. It all forms into... the dirtiest fucking guitar riff you've ever heard...
SATAN'S COMIN' ROUND THE BEND
Black Sabbath's "Black Sabbath" explodes throughout the bar. Leaving a trail of heavy ass rock that leads all the way back to the spawn of fucking satan himself... Punishment Martinez.
Guitar in hand, Martinez shreds through the heavy, satanic ballad. It's scary how perfectly he matches the raw, untamed energy of the song. The violent riffs shake the walls of the tavern, making them appear like they're moving, slowly closing in on Martinez. But something about this petrifying performance is... entrancing. It's bestial, savage in nature... but you just can't get enough. The hum of Martinez' guitar attracts the screen like a bug to a light. It feels like something bad is about to happen, but that's almost the appeal. The frantic energy consumes the scene as it moves even closer to Martinez. His figure becomes a strange silhouette in the chaotic bar lighting, with only his frenetic movements indicating his presence. As the song progresses, so does the insanity. Martinez's vocals begin to sound like a mixture of grief-stricken shouting and hysterical laughter. A light bulb shatters. The rotting wooden chairs in the bar fall over. The bar is collapsing in on itself... and Martinez watches with a smile on his face. His lips form into a grimace as he gets closer to the smoky screen. All of a sudden... the sounds stop. An eerie silence fills the atmosphere as Martinez steps closer...
Martinez:
Are you my killer or my lover...
Please make yourself known.
Our shadows are only getting longer...
And it seems you are all alone.
BAM!
Martinez triumphantly strums the guitar, playing an otherwordly riff that sends the bar into complete and utter havoc. The screeches resume, light bulbs begin to explode, the guitar amp explodes, sparking a fire that oddly seems to belong here. The screen begins to glitch out as the setting erupts in fury, all while Martinez gleefully and violently jams out to the sounds of hell. Satan's comin' round the bend. The people better go and beware...
As Revolution continues, the scene fades into a kitchen, where we see two young girls sitting at a table. One of them has a school textbook in front of them, while the other has a coloring book. At the sink is the girls' mother, washing dishes. We hear the sound of the front door opening and the sounds of footsteps and bags being placed onto the ground. The girls both look up from their respective activities with excitement in their eyes, Dad is home! The woman at the sink turns around to see her daughters filling with energy and smiles as she couldn't hear the door with the water running. We can see now that its Beth Phoenix at the sink and not a second after that, Edge walks into the room. His daughters bolt from the table and both hug his legs. Edge's face is brimming with joy as he places his backpack on the ground so he can pat the shoulders of his daughters and looks over to Beth, mouthing the words I love you to her.
Edge
Whoa there you too, if you're not careful you'll topple Daddy over!
The girls respond by just giggling and squeezing him tighter.
Youngest Daughter
But you went away to train. There's no way we could topple you over now!
Edge
It's because I was training that I can be toppled so easily! Daddy is still sore and tired from the training and the plane rides. But I'm glad you're both excited to see me. I told you I would be back before you knew it.
At this point, Edge has noticed that his elder daughter hasn't said anything yet, and is clinging to his leg tighter than his younger daughter. As his youngest lets go, he removes her arms from their embrace and crouches down to her level and sees there's tears in his eyes.
Edge
What's wrong, my little dreamer?
She brushes the tears out of her eyes to compose herself before attempting to speak.
Oldest Daughter
When you left...I was feeling sad....so when I went to bed...I looked for my favorite manga to read...because it always makes me happy...and it wasn't there...and you weren't there...so...so...so...
Her attempts to stay composed don't work for very long, as her words are interrupted by sniffles and sobs. Edge gently brushes the tears out of her eyes and pulls her into a hug as he comforts her.
Edge
Shhshhshh...it's ok. You didn't lose anything. Daddy is back and he has a secret for you: He knows exactly where your manga went.
As Edge says this he reaches into his backpack and pulls out the aforementioned manga to hand to his daughter. Though her cheeks are stained with tears, the expression on her face is pure joy as she holds the book in her hands.
Edge
Daddy wasn't sure how long he'd be gone for, with my first match coming up so soon, so I wanted to take something with me to help me remind me of the both of you while I was gone...so I snuck one of your books with me. Since I have this bracelet to remind me of my little Firecracker, I wanted something to help remind me of my little DayDreamer. But I didn't consider that you'd need the book while I was gone, so I'm very sorry for that. But check out the inside cover for a little surprise...
As Edge apologizes, she opens the front cover and sees a signature that wasn't there before. She can't read kanji, but she can infer whose signature it is...
Oldest Daughter
You got it signed by the author!? This is the best gift ever, Dad!
Edge laughs as his oldest basically tackles him into a hug.
Edge
Well, I was going to Japan, so I pulled some strings while waiting in the airport and was able to arrange a meeting with the author after my last...training session. I told him how much this series has meant to you and showed him your picture. He says to keep an eye out in the crowds in an upcoming chapter for a very special surprise...
As he says this, he looks to his youngest who is putting on a pouty face. He can tell that she's putting effort into pouting to override her good mood because of how much fawning is happening over her sister. Edge chuckles to himself and now addresses his youngest, reaching back into his backpack.
Edge
Oh don't worry Firecracker! I showed him your picture too so you'll both be in. And obviously I got you something too, and it's your favorite...
Edge pulls out a plushie of the Pokemon Eevee from his bag, adorned in a festive, deep purple kimono with decorations of bursting fireworks all over it. The youngest's eyes light up at the plushie as she embraces it in a tight squeeze as Edge can only laugh at the reaction. He stands up as both of his daughters are absorbed in their new gifts and content with the knowledge that their Dad is back home with them, something they're not fully accustomed to being untrue now. Edge walks over to Beth and plants a kiss on her cheek, but while he's there, Beth leans into his ear to whisper something into his ear in a teasing, playful manner, despite the words being said.
Beth Phoenix
You must have done something truly awful while you were there if you went this far with your gifts
Edge visibly swallows hard at this statement as Beth wears a coy smile and winks at the Ultimate Opportunist. She knows both Adam Copeland and Edge incredibly well, but Edge's face is one of conflict as he fights to understand how much crossover there is between the two as Revolution rolls on.
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.
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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DING DING DING
Punk runs right up to Ciampa and starts laying in some shots! Ciampa is caught off guard and covers up a bit until he's backed in the corner. Punk goes to Irish Whip him across the ring but Ciampa reverses and sends him instead. Tommaso runs at him to follow up but Punk gets the boot up and knocks him back a few paces. Punk runs up on him but Ciampa scoops him up and places him over his shoulder, bringing him to the corner and giving him Snake eyes on the top turnbuckle! Punk turns away from the corner holding his jaw while Tommaso runs towards the ropes and comes back with a Big Boot right to the face! Punk goes down and he makes the cover!
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Punk kicks out!
Tom Phillips: CM Punk came right out the gates and it looks like it went against him.
Corey Graves: He saw Seth Rollins across the ring from him but Tomasso Ciampa is a different kind of animal and he needs to rethink his strategy.
Ciampa grabs Punk by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. He brings him in for a Short Arm Clothesline that knocks him right back down. The Intercontinental Champion still has a hold of the arm and pulls him back up once more. Punk looks at him and tells him to give it his best shot and so Ciampa hits him with a second Short Arm Clothesline! Once again Ciampa keeps a hold of the arm and brings Punk back up. Punk this time spits in Ciampa's face! Tomasso smiles and slowly wipes the spit off his face before winding up for a big Clothesline. Punk however ducks it and when Ciampa turns around, he eats a right, a left, a Spinning Back Fist followed by a Roundhouse Kick to the head! Ciampa stumbles backwards into the ropes where Punk whips him to the opposite side of the ring. Ciampa comes off the ropes right into a Leg Lariat! Punk makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out! Tommaso rolls over and crawls to the ropes. Punk comes over but gets caught with a Drop Toe Hold, hanging on the middle rope. Ciampa gets to his feet and places his knee on the back of Punk's neck and starts choking him out. The ref gets on him for this and so Ciampa backs away. Punk grabs at his throat and starts coughing. Ciampa comes back over to continue the attack but Punk shoots forward to give him a Headbutt to the gut! Ciampa falls to his knees and so Punk delivers another Headbutt to tje skull. Ciampa falls back and Punk gets up to his feet. He grabs Ciampa and grabs his arms, pulling him back up. He hooks both of them and flips him over onto his knee with the Welcome to Chicago! Punk makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out at 2! Punk grabs Ciampa by the beard and pulls him up. The ref gets on him for this but he doesn't really care. Tommaso however starts to lay in some punches to the gut to stun Punk a bit but a swift knee to the side of the head stops any momentum from being built. Punk brings Ciampa up onto his shoulders, looking to end things already but Ciampa grabs at his eyes and rakes them before falling off behind him. Punk grabs at his eyes and starts to rub them but Ciampa delivers a stiff Running Forearm to the back of the head! Punk falls to his knees but the Intercontinental Champion scoops him back up and lays him over his shoulder, only to bring him crashing down onto the mat with an Air Raid Crash! He makes the pin!
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Punk kicks out!
Tom Phillips: This is a must win match for both men here tonight and it shows as they go back and forth.
Mauro Ranallo: Punk has dialed up the physicality as of late but Ciampa has always been a hard hitter. The longer this match goes on, you have to think their opponents at Wrestlemania grow happier.
Ciampa pulls Punk up and hooks both arms in a double underhook. He's gearing up for the Fairy Tale Ending but twists out while holding onto one arm to bring Ciampa in for a Short Arm Clothesline of his own! Ciampa rushes back up to his feet and narrowly avoid a Roundhouse Kick! He exits the ring to try and get away but Punk runs at him, taking him down with a Suicide Dive! Ciampa goes crashing back first into the barricade and Punk continues the assault by grabbing him and throwing him into the steel steps! Ciampa lets out a cry of pain and this in turn makes Punk smile. He throw him back into the ring and follows him in.
Ciampa is on his hands and knees but reaches back to grab his lower back. He struggles to get to a vertical base but Punk is just lying in wait. He's up to a knee when Punk comes over and scoops Tommaso up onto his shoulders. Ciampa this time starts bringing down elbows to the side of the head to stun him and falls in front of him. He kicks him in the gut, hooks both arms right away and tries for the Fairy Tale Ending again but Punk stands tall and flips him over with a Back Body Drop! Ciampa grabs at his back once more as he crawls to the corner. He manages to pull himself up and turns around only to eat a Running Knee! Punk grabs the head and follows up with a Bulldog, planting him in the center of the ring! He makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out!
Corey Graves: Punk may have started this match looking to punish Ciampa in Seth's place but it looks like now he just wants to survive.
Tom Phillips: To be fair, that's most of Ciampa's opponents.
Corey Graves: I'm not saying it's a bad thing but Punk's last match was 3 weeks ago and while that's not long enough for any substantial rust, it may be just enough to cost him this match if he isn't careful.
Punk exits out onto the apron and decides to go to the top rope. He begins his climb and when he reaches the top, he looks down at the Intercontinental Champion who has not moved. He points to the heavens before coming off with the Elbow Drop! Ciampa however pulls his knees up and Punk's elbow lands right across them! Punk stands up and turns away grabbing at his elbow while Ciampa gets back to his feet. He runs at Punk and delivers a Lariat to the back of the head that lays him out flat on his face! Ciampa then grabs his arm and flips over into a Bridging Fujiwara Armbar!
Mauro Ranallo: Fujiwara! This could be the end right here!
Corey Graves: People forget just how cold and calculated Tommaso Ciampa is and a win like this will set as a reminder that I'm sure no one else will forget.
Punk's arm looks like it's about to be ripped out of it's socket! Ciampa meanwhile has the look of a madman. Punk is scrambling his other body parts but he's nowhere near a rope. Punk uses his free hand to try and punch Ciampa in the ribs but there's not a lot of power behind them due to the angle. Ciampa instead pulls even more on the arm but it's lifting Punk's shoulder further away from the mat and allows him to simply flip over onto his back. He then grabs Ciampa's arm with his hands and his other arm with his legs and traps him in a crucifix before he starts throwing down backfists to his face! Ciampa gets his arm free from Punk's hand and covers up as best he can until he's able to push himself away. Punk stands back up holding his shoulder, his arm dangling like it's been broken. The ref goes over to check on him but Punk says he's fine. Ciampa however comes rushing past the ref to deliver a Big Boot to the face! Punk gets turned around and he lays across the top rope. Ciampa grabs him at the waist and delivers a German Suplex! He makes the pin!
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Punk kicks out! Ciampa grabs a fistful of hair and right away begins to pull Punk back up. He shoves his head between his legs and lifts up the UWF Champion in a powerbomb position. Punk starts to fight back with some punches to the top of the head But Ciampa perseveres and delivers the Project Ciampa! Punk bounces off his knees and rolls away. Ciampa scrambles to grab him before he rolls out of the ring but it's too late and Punk falls to the floor.
Mauro Ranallo: The ring awareness of the UWF Champion may have just saved him.
Corey Graves: I wouldn't be so sure,
Ciampa exits the ring right away and grabs Punk. He's all dead weight but he still manages to get him onto the apron before he comes back into the ring. Punk lies there motionless but Ciampa isn't going to just let him rest. He goes through the ropes and pulls Punk up, and places him into a front headlock. He pulls his body back into the ring but keeps his feet hanging off the middle rope. The fans are booing as Ciampa gets an crazed look in his eye. Punk however gets his feet off the rope and sends Ciampa up and over the ropes. Tommaso hangs on to the top rope to prevent himself from falling to the floor. He gets his feet under him but Punk clobbers him with a Roundhouse Kick! Ciampa is dazed and Punk grabs onto the ropes. Ciampa also has a hold of the ropes and Punk is able to slingshot them and get Ciampa to shoot forward where Punk catches him on his shoulders! Punk almost stumbles and his left arm is still drooping but he's able to stay upright and throw Ciampa up just enough to deliver the GTS! The Intercontinental Champion goes down and Punk makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, CM Punk!
Punk gets his good arm raised in victory but there's a commotion in the crowd as Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns are making their way through the crowd. Punk immediately catches whiff of this however and exits out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. By the time Seth and Roman have jumped the barricade, Punk is already waiting for them. Seth and Roman go to opposite sides of the ring and climb onto the apron. Punk however isn't waiting for them to strike and he runs at Reigns but he jumps off the apron just in time! Seth hurries in but Punk turns around and lifts the chair up! Seth decides against the attack and high tails it back out of the ring! He and roman regroup near the ramp.
Tom Phillips: Whatever sneak attack Seth and Roman just had failed.
Corey Graves: For all we know, they were just trying to come in and shake Punk's hand before mania.
Seth and Roman are discussing what to do next but Punk has had enough. He exits the ring and starts chasing after them with the chair in one hand and the UWF Championship in the other. They run up the ramp but decide to cut through the side to head back into the crowd but as they do, the stage where Roman is running on ends up collapsing and he falls through causing a small explosion of sparks! Seth looks down in shock realizing that could have been him. The camera shows Roman laying face down. He's moving but only slightly. Punk laughs at Seth and brings his thumb and index finger close together, telling him he was "thiiiis close" to getting him. Seth quickly runs off into the crowd as Punk walks over and looks down at Roman with a smile on his face. He raises up the UWF Championship to a pop from the crowd while Seth looks on in anger as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Batista vs Eita - Gunn
Janela vs Orton - Ultra Instinct
Shark Boy & Zayn vs Rollins & Reigns- Fauche
Hands of Dallas vs Ziggler/Cena, Ciampa vs Punk - Danny
