Post by Danny on Apr 16, 2022 5:47:17 GMT -6
As the logo is seen, 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 fans from all around the world gathered for the UWF's newest show, Rebellion! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to another edition of Rebellion! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me as always, former International Champion Corey Graves and Tom Phillips!
Tom Phillips: We're back for another action packed Rebellion. Wrestlemania is just around the corner but first, while some of the roster are resting for their big matches, others have some unfinished business to attend to.
Corey Graves: You never know who is going to come out tonight so let's get this show underway!
As “Sasquatch” by Ice Cube begins to play, the UWF fans turn their attention to the stage and then start booing once they see Batista come sauntering out. He’s dressed to the nines in a suit, a nice watch, and of course a sweet pair of shades as he makes his way down the ramp, flipping off fans here and there as he does.
Tom Phillips: Well I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting to see Batista come to the ring tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: The question is does he have something else to get off his massive chest or is he here to fight?
Corey Graves: All I know is we’re about to find out!
Batista gets a microphone from the ringside official before entering the ring as he walks to the center of it and raises the microphone as his music fades out and the fans’ booing can now be heard clearer.
Batista: What’s Batista doing out here on Rebellion, you’re asking yourselves. Well that’s the funny thing about having an open schedule is I need something to fill it with and, wouldn’t you know it, Ethan and I agreed that coming out here and blowing off some steam before Wrestlemania is the way to do it. He had to fork over a considerable amount of money, of course, but I’m worth every cent. So I’m issuing an open challenge to anyone that thinks they can step to the, “Hollywood Animal” or is hungry for a few minutes of fame or what have you. Bring your ass out here!
The fans come alive at the sound of the shattered glass as none other than former UWF Champion Stone Cold comes marching out from the back and starts making a beeline for the ring as Batista starts loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves.
Tom Phillips: Well we saw these two have words at the Royal Rumble when Batista attacked Mick Foley and Sting!
Mauro Ranallo: It doesn’t look like Austin’s forgotten either, Tom!
Corey Graves: Both men were in the match but didn’t cross paths. That’s about to change!
Stone Cold slides into the ring and gets to his feet as Batista clocks him and drops him with one punch as Austin falls into the corner, blood trickling down his face. It’s soon seen that Dave punched him using his watch as he starts putting the boots to the heart and body of the, “Texas Rattlesnake” as the fans start booing intensely. Batista backs off after a moment as he grabs Stone Cold and puts his head between his legs, then hoists him up and turns, but before he can follow through with the Batista Bomb, someone pulls Austin out of the, “Hollywood Animal”‘s clutches.
Tom Phillips: It’s Danhausen!
Danhausen leaps up and hits Batista with a Dropkick that knocks Big Dave out of the ring. He gets up fuming as Danhausen is pointing at him. Batista feigns climbing up on the apron but then walks around to the bottom of the ramp and starts backing up it. In the ring, Stone Cold motions for some Steveweisers as he’s thrown a couple. He hands them to Danhausen before signaling for a few more as his music starts up and the two men begin drinking.
Tom Phillips: Look at this!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia it’s a Beer Bashausen!
Corey Graves: I hate you both.
Batista is seen standing at the top of the ramp bad mouthing both of them and pointing as the camera cuts back to the beer bash in the ring as Rebellion continues elsewhere.
SOMEWHERE IN FLORIDA WEARING CARGO SHORTS…
As seen on the press for Wrestlemania, Austin Theory will be at this year's Wrestlemania. Many have speculated why anyone would care enough to write up a contract for Theory, considering how much of an indifferent reaction his arrival anywhere has garnered. Nevertheless, he’s here to make a message before the well respected mighty show.
Austin Theory: Unfortunately I’m not in attendance tonight, I’m enjoying the sun and taking in the moments as they come to me. After all, it's a mere week away. Wrestlemania. The granddaddy of them all. The place where the greats come. At least usually, this year, there’s really only one great person showing up, and that’s someone you might not already know, someone quite handsome. Someone with dashing brown hair. Someone with immaculate wrestling ability. Someone with all of the blue chip potential a man could dream for. And that man…
Austin turns and picks up a soft drink.
Has a can of refreshing Coca-Cola. It’s really baffling to me the amount of people who have decided to show their faces this year. My match, the battle royal, colloquially put by Joey Janela who claims to “run” this match, it’s a clusterfuck. Many men claim to have this whole shindig in the bag but in reality is that the truth? Are we all amped up for Nick Gage or his ruthless sidekick to pull it out the bag? All the others just seem like thugs to me, and Nick himself has been through jail.
What I’m saying is there’s no man around here who’s better than the average joe locked up right now. They’re all slobs. They’re all unprofessional and they’re all going to a dead end, and goddamn nowhere. I feel bad that they’re not me some days. I turn on the TV and pity just floods my body. It’s one mighty house fire.
He lets that one steam for a second.
I wouldn’t worry about it though, I’m here now. In theory, that should calm your nerves. I’m just one man but at least a step in the right direction. The direction we should all be looking to, the path to better. It’s not rocket science! It’s optimism, I don’t see anyone else bringing it so hell, I should call myself a pioneer for it around here. All doom and gloom, cool guys, with cool names, with cool god hating lifestyles. It's really cool. I’m sure.
What's a good Christian boy to do? It’s just not a healthy way to live. I just see so many people here willing to ruin their lives in the name of grit, in the name of passion, in the name of credibility. Why should I? I have a lot going for me beside it, and for one, that makes me a better professional, it makes me a more alive soul, it makes me the one to watch.
We head… elsewhere?
Cliff Burton's iconic lead bass line snarls through the PA, welcoming wrestling's most violent gang leader to the arena. Nick Gage storms on to the ramp, mean mugging the whole entire world while throwing up some MDK gang signs. Standing right next to him, the one, the only, the The Invisible Man! He might be hard to see, but it's not hard to see why Gage has recruited this mysterious character into his elite club of thugs and goons. The kid's got panache. He's got moxie. He's the kind of streetwise son of a gun who might describe themselves as an auteur without knowing what that means or how to spell it, and that's exactly what Nick is looking for in his crew these days.
Black t-shirt-sporting singles in the area swarm the guard rail to join in Gage's mosh pit. This ain't some casino banquet room in Jersey, though. The UWF security team fervently endeavors to keep those neckbeards and skinny white boys at bay while Gage and The Invisible Man pass by.
Ranallo: Rebellion has something of an open door policy to talent from all around the world, as our fans well know. Neither Nick Gage nor the Invisible Man are currently signed to a UWF contract, but EC3 has been generous enough to let the latter get a warm-up match in en route to Wrestlemania, where he'll compete in the Clusterfuck Battle Royal.
Phillips: You guys are just pulling my leg, right? There's nobody actually there.
Graves: There are two people there, Phillips. Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Like oxygen or a half-decent Terrence Malick film, probably.
Gage and his protege hit the ring just as the chorus is coming in. The crowd sings along with "To Whom The Bell Tolls", tossing up their own gang signs in support. Nick heads to the commentary-side corner and gets handed a microphone by one of the crew members. Coming back to the center of the squared circle, he calls for the music to cut out so he can speak to the people.
Gage: Where's my mother fucking gang at?
The initiated in attendance come back with a strong reply. It's not good enough for the Deathmatch King / Mother Fucking God of this Shit.
Gage: I said WHERE'S MY MOTHER FUCKING GANG AT?!?!?
This time, the response that booms back is a worthy offering. Gage nods, appeased, for now at least. Invisible man rubs his hands together and jumps up and down a bit, getting ready for action while the big boss does the talking.
Gage: That's more like it. I fucking love you guys. But guess fucking what? Tonight our boy The Invisible Man is gonna have his first match in the UWF and he'll be representing MDK cause it's MDK all fucking day. All week long he's been hitting the gym and eating right. I'd say his heads in the right space but I know for a fact he's also clinically insane so I guess that's not the case. All things considered, he's achieving a lot of his goals in spite of some set backs beyond his control - which is again, to say, he's a mother fucking psychotic war machine. But that's cool with me. Neurodivergences of all kinds are welcome in MDK. Just as long as you're not some punk as snitch-looking pussy.
Which brings me to Invisible Man's opponent here tonight. This pencil-pushing management type bumped right into Invisible Man in catering and didn't even apologize. When I told him to watch his step, he said he couldn't see Invisible Man and I said that's not a good enough fucking excuse. So now they gotta fight cause that how shit gets solved in the prison yard and guess what guys, life is a mother fucking prison yard. So why don't we get this shit over with. Bring him the fuck out here!
All eyes turn towards the entrance ramp.
Phillips: I wonder who it's gonna be.
Ranallo: Whoever it is, they've clearly opened the wrong can of worms. Invisible Man is chomping at the bit in there. He means business.
Pachelbel's Canon in D Major (the Paillard version, obviously) blares through the PA in all it's classic majesty. The fans aren't sure what to make of that. It isn't a song they're familiar with, at least in this context. All is made clear when the most obvious person steps out on to the stage.[
Ranallo: It's Palmer Canon!
Phillips: Of course! Because the song has the same -
Graves: This moron sure stepped in it. He should have just stayed in his office working on the script to Drumline 2: The Mean Streets of ATL where he was safe.
Ranallo: I think he actually finished that years ago. The specifics of his dramas and crises are frankly, in my opinion, a little dull and I often zone out during those segments.
Canon loosens up his tie as he tepidly comes down the ramp. He looks nervous as all heck, but more than that, confused. He isn't quite sure how or why any of this is happening, and for a guy who should be accustomed to the absurd by now, he appears to be rather flustered by the affair. There's a Referee in the ring already, though, so as far as the company is concerned, this all above board.
Palmer trips a little while climbing up the steel steps. As this is only his second official match in company history, and the first since 2015, he understandably is showing some rust. Nevertheless, he steps through the ropes, ready to compete. What a good sport. Gage eyes him up and down and doesn't look impressed. Big Tony comes in to read the tale of the tape.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 260 pounds... from his Office in whatever city we're in this week... the former avatar for the Caribou Skull... Palmer Canon!
And his opponent... weighing in on time... from Parts Unknown... representing MDK and being accompanied to the ring by Nick Gage... The Invisible Man!
Chimel and Gage step out and the Official calls for the bell.
DING DING
Palmer looks around the ring, seeing nobody there but the Referee. He protests, begging for an explanation when OUTTA NOWHERE HE GETS ROLLED UP BY A FORCE UNSEEN~!
Ranallo: Invisible Man with the Invisible Small Package!
1...
Graves: He's gonna steal it in one!
2...
Phillips: What the heck is going on???
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
THE INVISIBLE MAN!
Palmer finally breaks loose and rolls out of the ring, flustered and confused, even horrified about what just happened. It's just as well that he got off fast and easy before someone got hurt. Gage rolls back under the ropes and raises his boy's hand in victory.
Ranallo: There you have it folks - The Invisible Man is undefeated in the UWF heading into Wrestlemania.
Graves: At this point you gotta consider him one of the favourites to win the Clusterfuck Battle Royal.
Phillips: Yeah... he uh... he sure looked good out -
Graves: Don't lie Phillips, you have no idea what's going on. Like, describe what he's doing right now. Go ahead. I dare you.
Phillips: I... I can't.
Ranallo: You need to open your third eye, Tom. Something to work on for the big show, perhaps.
Metallica roars through the arena again as Gage and Invisible Man continue to celebrate this monumental victory. Rebellion continues elsewhere.
UWF gets back on the road after a quick commercial break with none other than King Corbin in the ring. As before him was none other than the king of strong style himself -- Shinsuke Nakamura. As he stands in the ring. A small smile on his face as he would glance down at the ground. This was…the final stop until his show down with Tommaso Ciampa. His final chance to put his stamp on the company…that he was not here for anything less than success. That he was not here to just…win. He wanted to have it all. He wanted to not just defeat Tommaso Ciampa. He wanted to end his career, take the title…and then move onto another challenge, as he just stared at the ground and ignored the man before him.
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA || THE KING OF US ALL
I know…that so many of you don’t like me. I know that so many of you hate me, but that is fine. Your so small to me…I cannot even hear you. Maybe you're even starting one of your very innovative "YOU SUCK" chants. Whatever you're doing...talking, chanting, breathing... stop doing it right now! Because right now - right at this very moment in time - you are looking at your next champion, because you are looking at the man that is going to take Tommaso Ciampa right to his limits…and defeat him.
The crowd did what Shinsuke Nakamura said they would do and started a thunderous "You suck" chant that died down in a matter of seconds. It was as he had said and just as he had expected as he would slowly roll his eyes at there childish antics as he looked down at the ground as a smirk would remain on his face as King Corbin would start to pace around the ring.
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA || THE KING OF US ALL
I need all of you to pay close attention to everything I have to say to you and the entire UWF Universe, along with the entire company. You see, tonight instead of having the red carpet rolled out for me on my arrival as the next champion - I find that there will be no special treatment for me. I have defeated everyone that has stepped before me. I have defeated the past, present and the future of wrestling…and it was easy and now here I stand. A match tonight against a man…I know all to well. A man that is a warmup…for me. A man that will…fall for he is not a king, he is like Tommaso Ciampa…just paper and nothing more. HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO DEFEAT HIM. How many times do I have to…. MOP THE FLOOR WITH THIS LITTLE KING. You people call this man a king…you people think this man has a crown...you people are pathetic! How many times have I beaten this man? When was the last time he even won a damn match! He is nothing more…than an example. A message…a warning for Tommaso Ciampa for what is to come.
A self-impressed smirk found its way onto Shinsuke Nakamura face as he felt that he'd given a valid reason why facing King Corbin was a step down and not a step up for him.
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA VS KING CORBIN
The bell would ring. The referee would move and both men would walk to the corners. As the referee would check them both over, making sure that none of them had anything on them as the referee stepped back. As Shinsuke Nakamura would move quickly, hitting a running knee strike on King Corbin, knocking him right into the corner. As Shinsuke Nakamura would start to stomp down on him. Kicking him in the head, harder each and every single time and then in the chest as he grabbed his hands and pulled him up to stomp down on him more and more until the referee pushed him out of the way. As he stepped back a little bit as King Corbin stood up as he moved once more and ran and connected with the Kinshasa! Almost taking King Corbin head off as Shinsuke Nakamura made the cover.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
And just like that it was over and done with as Shinsuke Nakamura would stand up. His hand raised in the air as he snatched it back and moved, kicking Corbin in the side, harder each time until the fallen king would roll and fall out of the ring and land there with a heavy thud as Shinsuke Nakamura leaned over the ropes and looked down at him as he then went backwards and picked up the microphone he had dropped down.
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA || THE KING OF US ALL
I'm starting to get a bit off track though, so uhh - Where was I? Oh yeah, moving onto tonight. I'm starting to wonder when all of you are going to get it through your thick skulls. I AM THE FUTURE OF THIS DAMN COMPANY, BUT WHERE'S MY RECOGNITION? I don't see it, so I guess I have to earn it how I normally do around here - by showing you all -- STRONG STYLE. Now usually, I'm over the moon for a fight. But in this case... Tommaso Ciampa? I mean, he is nothing. If the stakes weren't as high as they are in our match, I wouldn't even bother. But it appears as though I got a chance to finally prove to everything that I am the king of UWF.. Now if anybody knows much on how to intimidate Tommaso Ciampait is me. He has been…scared of me for some time. Ever since I started to win, knock down all his challengers…Tommaso Ciampa knew I was coming for him…that this was going to end only one way. He like all of you will learn that this show can't thrive without me. This show needs me. I'm the reason you people are watching. So, as far as our match goes…for him it is Wrestlemania…for me it is just…another match to win…Tommaso Ciampa is just another person…to defeat.
Shinsuke Nakamura would grin just a little bit, as he started to pace a little bit around the ring.
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA || THE KING OF US ALL
I should be headlining every single show without question, when I am in the main event - IT MATTERS. When are you finally going to realize that I'm the most promising superstar on the roster, AND A FUTURE WORLD CHAMPION AT THAT? God damn, I'm the entire future of this company all together. Love me or hate me, it's the truth! Instead of trying to fuel the future with a LOSER like Tommaso Ciampa, you should give me everything you have. This company will do a whole lot better if you have my face on every poster, every cover of every magazine, every banner - ALL OF YOU need to recognize me as the new face of the organization, and the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion! That is the goal…that is the dream…that is my crown. What Tommaso Ciampa has…is a mere bronze crown, it will do for now…but I always have my eyes set upon other things, unlike Tommaso Ciampa I will not be satisfied with mere…hand me downs. This is just the start of my success here.
After ranting little more about the way he's been mistreated and where he should be, he forced himself to calm down and move on to the next point in mind.
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA || THE KING OF US ALL
There's a silver lining to the black cloud that is my absence from the main event scene. Luckily for you, tonight was just a taste of what is to come when I step into the ring with Tommaso Ciampa. Tonight was just an example…maybe Tommaso Ciampa will last longer than this fallen king, maybe not. We will have to see. There is no one better than me. There is no one who can stop me. Tommaso Ciampa is mine. I will end him…I will become champion and that…will just be the start of my plans fo UWF.
Shinsuke Nakamura stopped talking and stared straight into the camera, the confident smile he was known for was back on his face as the screen faded to black and the regular UWF programming continued.
John walked through the hallways
backstage at the arena, on the hut for Eve, something that he had been
doing a lot of lately, Rounding a corner, he pulled out his phone and dialed her
number, but it went straight to voicemail without a single ring. Raising an
eyebrow, John went to call again, but he received a message before he could do so.
'' John it's me Eve look I'm totally sorry about what happened at Revolution and if we can just sort this out after your Tv title match just give me a call when you get this message and I'll talk to you real soon!''
The message came from Eve's number and reading it left John in disbelief.
He shook his head, suddenly feeling a knot in the pit of his stomach. He dialed
Eve's number again, and this time, there was one ring, before he heard the
sound of Voices breathing on the other end.
John Cena// U can't see me: Eve! Where are you!? what's happening!?
The heavy breathing merely continued, before an The Legend Killer laugh was heard.
'' Let ... The Viper ... In!!!! ''
The words sent shivers down John's spine as he heard them, and before he could
respond, the call was ended.
John Cena // U can't see me: No! No!
John dialed Eve's number again, and it went straight to voicemail. He began
to run towards the parking lot of the arena, trying to call Eve again as he
did so, but it just kept going straight to voicemail. As he barged through the
parking lot door, he ran straight into an oncoming Randy Orton.
John Cena // Word Life: Just get out of my way! I don't have time for you!
Randy refused to move out of the way, and John tried to shove past him, but The
The Legend Killer was holding on solidly.
John Cena // Word Life: Mind your damn business!! I have to go find her! He has her! Move!
John again tried to push past Randy Orton, but the Legend Killer merely smirked.
John Cena // Word Life: Move!
John practically jumped over Randy Orton to enter the parking lot, sprinting to his
car. Getting in, he reversed out and sped away, Randy Orton's words rang in his ears;
he had to be right. Driving like a lunatic, John sped through red lights and
dodged all oncoming traffic, refusing to slow down as he got closer and closer to
the graveyard near the arena. Finally arriving, John abruptly stopped the vehicle and
jumped out, racing over the graveyard entrance . He practically broke off the
gates to the entrance as he pushed past them, running through the graveyard,
following what little lights they had around.
John Cena // Word Life: Eve! Eve!
John shouted Eve's name as he continued to run, not stopping for a single
second on his hunt. The sudden sound of a screech caused him to stop dead in his
tracks. Turning around, he ran towards the sound of the scream, before coming to a
halt upon seeing an open grave.
John Cena // Word Life: Eve!
Getting closer to the grave, which was dug rather deep, John now felt a lump in
his throat. Looking into it, his heart sank. Eve was face down in The Grave!
John Cena // Word Life: No! No! No!
without hesitation, John jumped straight into the grave, landing on top of
Eve. In complete distress, he got himself together as much as possible in
such a state and grabbed a hold of Eve, gently working on turning her
around.
John Cena // Word Life: Come on. You're gonna be fine.
He spoke to her as he turned her around ... Only to see that it was AJ Lee!
John immediately let go of AJ, who's glazed eyes glared at him, before she
smirked.
John Cena // Word Life: Where is She! ?! I'm done with your games!!!
AJ merely laughed in John's face ... Before Pushing Him away from her! And within
seconds and like magic ... AJ Flew out of The Grave!! Looking down at John, she
laughed again.
AJ lee // Black Widow: Let... The Viper... innnnn !!!!!!
John Cena // Word Life: Where Is She! ?!?!?!?!?
John got himself to his feet and began to try and pull himself out of the grave.
He clawed at the dirt and tried to use his feet as leverage, but the task was
proving to be difficult. AJ grabbed one of the shovels that were on the ground
besides her, and with a laugh, she begins to scoop up dirt and throw it onto John.
AJ lee // Black Widow: Let ... The Viper... Innnnn!!!!!
John Cena // Word Life: I'm gonna bury you both!!!
and I'll
John let out a scream, and a few seconds ... AJ went flying down into The Grave ...
After Eve came from behind her and hit her In the Back of the head with A
Shovel!
Eve // The Hoeski: John! Are you okay? I-I don't know what happened!
John Cena // Word Life: Are you okay? Did they hurt you?
Eve shook her head, before kneeling down next to the grave.
Eve // The Hoeski: I'm okay. But you! You're in there and i-i ... how can I get you out? ! What do I do? !
John Cena // Word Life: The Shovel. Hold. it down for me and I'll pull myself up on it.
Eve nodded her head before carefully tilting the shovel down into the grave,
enough for John to latch onto it, while still holding onto the top end of it as
tightly as she could've, John latched on and started to pull himself up the
shovel, causing Eve to wobble and almost lose her grip.
Eve // The Hoeski: It's going to slip! I-I can't do it!
John Cena // Word Life: Yes you can! You're doing fine! Don't let some Duo Generico used at Bad Blood take away your power! come on I'm almost there.
Eve shakily nodded her head before putting all of her force into gripping
the shovel as tightly as possible. John continued to pull himself up, until he
reached the top of the grave. Eve pulled back, helping John secure himself.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked at Eve.
John Cena // Word Life: Are you okay? Did they hurt you?
Eve // The Hoeski: No, I'm fine. I don't even know I ended up here, but I couldn't just leave
when they disappeared. I had a bad feeling. I-I don't want to think about what
would've happened had I left you here.
John shook his head before pulling himself up onto his feet. He grabbed
Eve's hands and pulled her up too.
John Cena // Word Life: We're ending this tonight once in for all. I'm going to bury him! Let's Go.
Grabbing Eve's hand, John let her out of the graveyard.
Symphony of Destruction blasts over the speakers as Ciampa and Wardlow walk down to the ring, Ciampa is in ring gear and has the Intercontinental Title over his shoulder, Wardlow guards his boss as they make their way down, stopping fans from touching the belt or the champion.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and Gentlemen, if you’re just joining us welcome to Rebellion
Tom Phillips: The Intercontinental Champion in action here, not sure who his opponent is however.
Corey Graves: It doesn’t matter who it is Phillips, Ciampa is in the mood for a fight and I feel he’s going to get one.
Ciampa and Wardlow would reach the ring and get in, Ciampa would climb the turnbuckle and hold up his belt, taunting the camera as he speaks into it.
Ciampa: Get a good look Shinsuke, this is the closest you’re getting to this.
Ciampa would then hop down and ask for a mic from Wardlow.
Ciampa: This Sunday, a Kingdom falls with its King, Shinsuke Nakamura claims to be the King in this company well on Sunday I prove him wrong but I don’t want to wait for Sunday for my next match, I want a match tonight on Rebellion so whoever back there wants a piece, come on out.
Ciampa would drop his mic and then take off his jacket, handing it to Wardlow. The pair would wait a moment, doesn’t seem anyone is answering the challenge, as Ciampa is about to grab the mic, a familiar theme plays
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, THE FORMER UWF TAG CHAMPION IS HERE BEFORE WRESTLEMANIA.
Tom Phillips: Toru Yano a founding member of CHAOS with Shinsuke Nakamura in NJPW, Toru out here to protect the honor of his stablemate.
Corey Graves: Well protecting your friend is nice and all but I think he picked the wrong guy to do it against.
Tony Chimel: His opponent, weighing in at 254 pounds from Arakawa, Tokyro..... TORU YANO
Toru would walk down to the ring, hawking his dvds to the crowd members as he does, smiling the whole time and taking photos for a price of course. Once he gets to the ring he waves to the crowd and turns to the referee, handing off his cloak and DVD’s keeping one of them. The referee checks if both opponents are ready, both nodding.
As the bell rings the pair meets in the middle of the ring, Toru offers Ciampa DVD as a peace offering. Ciampa looks at the DVD, its the best of Toru and Shinsuke volume 1. Ciampa opens the case and looks at the DVD, removing it. He seems to consider the peace offering but then snaps the DVD in half and drops the case, stomping on it violently before returning his gaze to Toru who looks extremely upset at the transgression.
Mauro Ranallo: Toru Yano trying to offer Ciampa a peace offering and the blackheart of Ciampa shows itself as he mercilessly destroys it.
Tom Phillips: Such a heartless man, Toru should claim for damages
Corey Graves: We should all be thanking Ciampa for saving us from that shlock.
As the crowd boos Ciampa he would turn to waive them off, as he isn’t focused on Toru he doesn’t see the usually jovial man turn incensed, grabbing hold of Ciampa he lifts him into a German Suplex position but they’re close enough to the ropes that Ciampa manages to leverage himself out, using his free arm to elbow Toru in the face, sliding out as he does to confer with Wardlow.
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa almost took a German Suplex there from an enraged Toru Yano.
Tom Phillips: Toru was taking rightful revenge on Ciampa, I have it here he spent a full three hours on that DVD for him.
Corey Graves: Phillips shut up.
As Wardlow and Ciampa talk on the outside Toru gets out on the other side and runs towards Ciampa looking to hit a spear, instead Wardlow pushes Ciampa out the way and takes the brunt, as Toru gets back to his feet, Ciampa throws him headfirst into the ring steps, the referee giving him a warning, Ciampa waving off the referee. Getting Yano back up he checks on Wardlow who seems to be fine. Ciampa gets back in the ring as a dazed Toru Yano gets back to his knees, Ciampa charges and hits the back of his head with a knee, knocking down the bigger man.
Mauro Ranallo: A vicious knee takes out Toru Yano, he might be out.
Tom Phillips: All that man wanted to do was give Ciampa a DVD and defend his friends honor, now this.
Corey Graves: This isn’t about honor to Ciampa, its about sending a message to Shinsuke before Sunday. Look what I can do to your friends who I don’t care about, think about what i’ll do to you.
Ciampa lifts up Torus head and spits at it before delivering another knee strike straight to the dome, he powers Toru up and picks him up for the Project Ciampa, its a struggle but he does it and goes for the pin.
1….2….Ciampa breaks up the pin.
Ciampa shakes his head, he’s not done yet, sticking Toru through the ropes Ciampa places him on the apron,, Ciampa stands on the outside and drapes Toru over the apron in a Hangman position, whispering into Torus ear.
Ciampa: When you see Shinsuke, tell him this is only the beginning.
Ciampa then delivers a Willows Bell to the outside onto Toru Yano, blood immediately dripping from his forehead, The referee gets out and checks on Toru Yano before calling for the bell.
Tony Chimel: Your winner of this match by referee stoppage: THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION….. TOMMASO CIAMPA.
The crowd boos Ciampa as he stands there emotionless, he backs up the ramp with Wardlow as the medical crew checks on Toru Yano.
Mauro Ranallo: Well if Tommaso Ciampa wanted to send a message to Shinsuke Nakamura, he certainly did it here.
Tom Phillips: Ciampa showing Shinsuke he’ll take out those near and dear to him to win. We might not always like Ciampas methods but you can’t deny their results.
Corey Graves: Ciampa got the win. He wanted too show the King what happened when he stepped with a Man and he took out one of the Kings men when he was at it. I guess we’ll need to see on Sunday if poking the bear was the right decision.
The camera focuses on the dead eyes of Ciampa as he watches Toru get loaded onto a stretcher as we move on in Rebellion.
The titantron switches from the UWF Rebellion graphic to video feed of a snow-swept city. An establishing shot of the skyline and the Great Lake shoreline give the location away - it's the Second City. Chicago. Daylight suggests that this must have been filmed earlier on in the day, if not the week.
The next shot is more specific - a street under a bridge, somewhere near the harbor. Century-old brick exteriors have been repurposed as canvases for graffiti. Barren trees are left punch-drunk by the ceaseless wind whipping off Lake Michigan. CM Punk walks down the middle of the road, boots kicking up spring slush. His UWF Championship belt is absent, his empty hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets. The din of mid-afternoon traffic and the poor weather aren't enough to distract him from his thoughts. Those cool eyes are fixated on the path ahead.
Soon enough, he catches up to wear the camera as been waiting for him. Brooks addresses the fourth wall as he passes by.
Punk: How bout this weather, huh? Middle of April and we just got hit with another snow storm this week. I swear to God, every spring this happens. Come late March, everything starts to melt and people bust out the lawn furniture and change their tires. Next thing you know, it's winter all over again. I remember this one time when I was a kid... I dunno, maybe nine, or ten years old? Grade four, I think. It was the last week of school, we're talking like late June here, and this nasty rain storm has been just kicking the shit out of the city for days. One night the wind comes down from Canada like it does and the temperature drops like a rock. Next morning, two inches of snow on the ground. Never seen anything like it.
The Champ looks up from his route and glances around the city.
So this isn't so bad, all things considered.
He leaves it at that as he continues down the road. The cameraman follows closely behind, tracing the footsteps left in the much by the Straight Edge Superstar. Before too long, that street opens up to a boardwalk of sorts. They cross a semi-busy street to reach the coastal side. Benches and those pay-to-see mounted binoculars are stationed every forty feet or so - rest and relaxation points for tourists come some warmer season. Today, they're alone on the shore. The wind and the winter have pushed everyone further up and into the warmer interiors of Chicago. CM Punk looks right at home where he is.
We came down here for my sister's birthday one time. We didn't have the money to go anywhere you had to pay to be, but this was fine. She was still young, and ya know, liked watching the ships and finding shells, all that stuff. It was her and one of her friends and my mom and me. Four of us. My dad was supposed to be there but he said he had to work. And I was just old enough to know that that didn't make a lot of sense, because it was Saturday, and he wasn't supposed to work on Saturdays. I don't know if he was drinking at the bar or a ball game or the races or wherever... but when it mattered, he wasn't there.
Falling silent for a moment, Brooks surveys the towering skyscrapers across the bay. Screaming wind fills the empty space until he decides to speak again.
Seth Rollins is an addict, too. Not in the sense that people usually mean. The guy obviously takes great care of his body, I have no idea if he drinks or smokes or whatever else - but there are a lot of ways to be addicted. Even when it doesn't seem obvious, there are some... some definitive giveaways that are always right out in the open if you know where to look for them.
Seth has a tell. He's what I call a "Tomorrow Person". My dad was a Tomorrow Person. He told my sister he'd make it up to her tomorrow. On those rare nights he started feeling guilty about the state he was in, he promised to get his life back on track tomorrow. He'd be there to watch my game tomorrow - that kind of thing, ya know?
It's the same thing with Rollins and this Destiny kick he's been on. It's all about that big special day coming down the pipeline. Never today - nah. The mistakes and the problems and the obstacles going on right now are just things in the way, something he won't have to worry about tomorrow. He's gonna be the UWF Champion tomorrow. He's finally gonna figure out a way to take my belt and beat me clean and deliver the Universe's justice on a hapless sinner like me... tomorrow.
The Champ rolls his eyes. Each exhale comes out with in a smoky puff - hot air in cold weather. The more he speaks, the less he seems to notice the bite.
People like that, they spend their whole lives chasing after something. He thinks he's owed something by the universe and that if he can just crack the code, the curtain'll pull back and he'll now all the secrets and get all the rewards and everything will finally make sense. Or whatever the hell. But that's not how life works. There's only today and what you do with it.
When I call myself the Best in the World, I'm only talking about today. Was I the Best yesterday? Sure. Maybe the day before that, too. I don't care, though. All that matters is now, and to earn that moniker, it means I have to up my game and keep it there from sun up to sun down, from alarm ringing to eyes closing. That's what having this belt means. That's what my goals cost. I'm not waiting around for anything - I'm too old for that shit. All that I know that I have for sure is the present. Seth Rollins has been counting on this destiny thing to pay off for him for a long time now, and every day he's been waiting, I've been the one doing the work to stay on top as the UWF Champion.
There are a lot of differences between us. That might be the biggest. He thinks he's playing the long game but I think Seth is a lazy coward who has a ton of excuses and not very many results when it comes to living up to the standards that define true greatness in this sport. Rollins is putting all his eggs in that basket that tomorrow he'll be the Best in the World. Trouble is, there's never a tomorrow for me. Only today. Every day. And I've got a pretty good track record of being able to lay my head down at night with the assurance I did enough to keep that cred.
Taking his shivering hands out of his pockets, Punk looks down at the words tattooed on his knuckles, then, for the first time, stares directly into the camera.
Addicts are selfish by nature. They hurt people to get what they want and soothe the guilt with a pathetic, twisted, broken kind of optimism. Ultimately, they all self destruct, because life doesn't get better on it's own. This shit's a river. It only moves one way. Seth, you'll never work as hard as I do to fight that current. You'll drown trying or give up and get swept away but you sure as hell won't ever catch me. My whole life is a message to people like you, and that's that the hard way is the better way because its worth it. At Wrestlemania, I'm ripping up the low road you took to get to the top and putting such a mother fucking beating on you that everyone's gonna know this truth - ya might as well earn your way to the big leagues so that you can actually hang once you get there.
You don't belong in that ring with me. Not on this stage. Wrestlemania is gonna be a massacre, and all that "justice" you've been pining for is getting shoved right back your throat, so that next time you open your mouth to speak my name, you'll have to choke on your words first.
With that, Punk turns on the camera and walks away down the road. He can be heard singing a Sinatra classic as he departs...
This town... is a make-you town... or a break-you-town... and bring-you-dooooooown town...
The camera watches him leave before fading out. Rebellion continues elsewhere.
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.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth 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.
Paul Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen: you are all looking at the flesh of a living legend. My client is just a few short days away from prying off that championship out of the hands of the biggest sleazeball this company has ever seen. And you imbeciles cheer him and the filth he spews. You all should be ashamed of yourselves. But just like your cholesterol levels, ya'll are too damn ignorant and lazy to do anything about it! You 'fans' never cease to amaze me. You scrummage all your coins up together to cheer morons like CM Punk but you boo prodigies like my client. You fools wouldn't know other worldly talent even if it curb stomped you.
I hope that one day you fools can wake up and understand the gospel that me and my client are teaching. Our beliefs can help you all out of the rut you all are in. We hold the keys to success and we can make an immediate impact in your lives. So please allow us to resonate with your souls and watch us match examples out of the non believers.
Seth Rollins: You people boo me because you all are completely ignorant about what I stand for and what I believe in. You people are scum just like CM Punk, but I still will be the bright light that you dear folks need to see and feel. Each one of you need guidance on how to live your lives better and there’s no one better on the roster to step up to that plate other than me. The Universe chose CM Punk to be the one sacrificing his soul on the grandest stage of them to the greater goods; and every one of you jackasses will be forced to become believers as you understand the gift that comes with following the orders of the Universe. The Universe has been blessing me and I have been doing nothing but thanking it return for more blessings.
But one man, with an ego the size of the world’s largest continent, doesn’t believe in my teachings and beliefs. In fact, he mocks them with his selfish and superficial views of the world—and it will ultimately be something that will lead to his downfall. It doesn’t matter if he is the one loser on his block that made it to super stardom; at WrestleMania he will crumble and fold under the pressure.et theirs heart The battle at WrestleMania is bigger than just a bout for the UWF Championship. It’s a clash of the titans, it’s a battle for supremacy and a war between two different ideologies. One represents everything that’s wrong in the world vs one that stands for everything good in the world. What I represent in the spiritual realm is the equivalent of a device being made that effectively removes carbon dioxide from the Earth’s atmosphere and either stuffs it’s away or allows it to be recycled and reused. I will keep preaching and chanting until you fools wake up and smell the coffee.
The fans boo Rollins in heavy unison as he lets them get their hearts content out and before he continues.
One day you all will wake up from your deep sleep—but for CM Punk that time will be much sooner than later. As a matter of fact, tonight I will be sending a message directly to him through my opponent tonight who he should know quite well. My opponent is someone who in a big factor in his success today by being the man that originated the Go 2 Sleep maneuver. And tonight, I’m going to shatter his ego and kick his ass tonight, so pay close attention Punk. The same fate awaits you.
Kenta comes out and pauses at the top of the ramp. He soaks up the energy from the raucous crowd in the arena as he stares at his opponent for the night in the ring. Rollins matches his glare and the two both freeze for a long moment, matching gazes, until Kenta breaks it and begins to walk down the ramp. Kenta looks loose and up to the task as he makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring. He immediately gets in to the face of Seth Rollins who smirks as a response.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 190 lbs, and hailing from Tokyo, Japan: KENTA!!
Ding Ding Ding!
The two men stare at each other with Kenta eventually charging after Seth. The Royal Rumble winner drops him with a solid to the midsection and Kenta doubles over in pain. Rollins irish whips Kenta who bounces off the ropes and Rollins delivers a spinebuster that shakes the ring. The fans begin to immediately boo in a loud unified chorus that causes the ring to further shake. Seth just looks at the fans and mocks them before grabbing Kenta and pulling him into the corner. Rollins begins to deliver a series of massive body shots that causes Kenta to drop to his knees. Rollins picks him up and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb and Kenta’s body flops lifelessly in the middle of the ring off the impact.
Corey Graves: What a nasty impact from the turnbuckle bomb. Kenta is really feeling the effects of that one.
Rollins stares at the quick damage that he’s done so far and looks at the crowd who roars their disappointment and disapproval. Rollins picks Kenta up once more, but Kent begins to fight back as he delivers a few body shots to Rollins that causes him to double over in pain. Kenta delivers some calf kicks to Seth as he bounces off the ropes, but Seth counters with a kick to the sternum. Seth goes for the DDT, but Kenta spins out of it clobbers Seth in the midsection with a kick, followed by a DDT. Kenta gets up and hits Seth with a leg drop and goes for the cover.
1…..
Seth kicks out quickly and rolls to his hands and feet. Kenta is there to greet him but Seth pushes him off. Kenta connects with a drop kick on Seth that quickly knocks him down, but he gets back to a vertical basis. Kenta comes from behind Seth and drills him with a Russian leg sweep. Kenta goes for a standing moonsault, but Seth gets his knees up and they land in the ribs of Kenta who rolls over in agony. Seth gets up a little slowly and then begins to stomp on the upper shoulder area of Kenta who tries his best to cover up but to no avail. Seth clobbers him with an elbow to the skull and then hooks him up in a suplex position, and nails him with the Falcon Arrow. Seth lifts Kenta up by the head, drills him with a german suplex. Seth then taunts the crowd once more as he slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle. Seth goes for the PHOENIX SPLASH!! Kenta moves out of the way at the very last moment! Seth rolls and tumbles but is back to his feet. Seth turns around and charges at Kenta who knees Seth in the guy and hoists him up on his shoulders!
Corey Graves: He’s got Seth up on his shoulders!
Tom Phillips: Talk about upset of the year!
Kenta makes a signal to the crowd that the end is near, and Kenta goes for the knee strike to the dome as he goes for the G2S! Seth catches the knee in the air! Seth pushes Kentas knee down then kicks Kenta in the gut before nailing him with a modifies enzuguri. Kenta is all woozy and he begins to crawl on his four limbs….. and Seth comes through and delivers a spine tingling, skull rattling, ring shaking curb stomp that leaves Kenta motionless in a pool of sweat. Seth rolls the liveless body over and hooks the leg with an emphatic pin.
1……….
2……….
………..3!!
Winner: Seth Rollins!
Rollins gets his hand raised after an emphatic victory.
Mauro Ranallo: Seth just proved that he can counter Punk's signature move with ease. Could this be how Wrestlemania ends as well?
Seth motions for the title around his waist before tapping his wrist, telling Punk time's just about up for his title reign as the show fades to black.
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