Revolution 5/5/22

[Danny]

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. We've got another action packed show tonight with a big main event as Shark Boy takes on Randy Orton!!

Corey Graves: Shark Boy's about to be fish food and I can't wait!

Tom Phillips: Plus Seth Rollins takes on John Cena, Eita goes one on one with Tomasso Ciampa and Austin Theory defends the Prime Time Medal against Hornswoggle.

Corey Graves: Ugh nobody should be defending anything against that little runt.

Mauro Ranallo:That's not all though as the returning Homicide is set to take on Shinsuke Nakamura after their match last week ended up getting postponed.

Corey Graves: Fuck the Cartel!

Mauro Ranallo:Language Corey! We have a word from your favorite member on the roster and his trainer, Dan Lambert.




The camera cuts to the American Top Team Gym and we see Dan Lambert. Dan Lambert goes and he speaks



Dan Lambert: You know how many people walk through that door in a year? Thousands. All people will walk through these doors and they beg to be trained by us. Do you know how many people we have left those doors? Thousands as well. This gym isn’t for the faint of heart. You can’t just come in here and think you can do it. Though you know who did come in and proved everyone here wrong? Homicide.


Dan Lambert: I know who Homicide is. Homicide is one of the deadliest men in professional wrestling. I mean come on you hear his name? He is named after you take away someone's life. That right there is scary. When he came in here I was “Alright look I don’t need another pro wrestler thinking he can make it in MMA.” I told him that and he said to me “That isn’t my goal.” You see the way he explains it to me is that all these kids out there they’re using an MMA hybrid style to make it big in pro wrestling. I get it I would too. I would want you to use a proper kick to the head instead of a superkick. Proper technique wins, and that’s what Homicide wanted to learn how to incorporate MMA into Pro Wrestling. Though when I asked him why me? Why did you choose me? New York has some of the best trainers in MMA. They have Rey Freaking Longo. He is a man who loves New York so much it made no sense but then he told me.

We cut to Homicide now sitting down and he speaks

Homicide: Dan cares about the business. All these other MMA dudes they yeah sure respect us. They know what we do is hard. They see that but they don’t understand that. They don’t respect that. Dan Lambert, he gets that. He legit loves this business. I mean the dude collects old ass belts. He can name me some shit I did on Anarchy that I would never remember. The thing is this man cares. Sure New York MMA is like New York basketball. Passionate and full of great talent. Though I needed someone who cares. I needed someone who wants to make ME better.

You see my whole career is viewed as one thing. I have had what you may consider a successful career. You can make a debate for my little accomplishments that I could be a hall of famer but shit I look at Rey Mysterio. Rey, always found ways to make him get to that next level. Like not just as a wrestler but as a person. I may disagree with how he did things but I won’t disagree is that drive and determination.

When you’re alone one day sitting in your hotel room wondering why shit ain’t happening. It isn’t happening because I’m not trying to make it happen. I was making good money outside of there. I was wrestling all these young dudes that wanted my respect. My kids are fine. Baby Mama is fine. Though I wasn’t fine. It sucks to say but the wrestling business this shit is a selfish business. My whole UWF career was me being there for others. I wasn’t there for me. I was there for Konan, Hernandez, Mistico, Rey and you get the point. Where was there a time for me? Where was the time you said you know what Homicide did just that? Homicide wasn’t happy and that’s why it was time to change.

We go back to Dan Lambert

Dan Lambert: He packed everything up. Told his kids he loved them. Told the wife he loved her and left to go chase his dream. He said he needed to get out of the familiar. He needed to take a risk. Most men at his age won’t do that. Taking risks? Heck people settle at this age. They’re happy where they at. Not him. Look I’ll be frank he had a fine career. Like if you ask me about Homicide’s most memorable moment in the UWF it’s probably him beating up poor little Sin Cara backstage.

Many wrestlers have a fine career. Many wrestlers do and that’s not bad but many few truly have great game-changing careers and when Homicide came through and that was his goal I knew it was the move to make. So we are here to work together. Make him the best version of Homicide you will ever see.

The camera cuts back to Homicide

Homicide: Of course, I miss my family. But my family knows what the hell I’m fighting for. I’m making their lives better. Not just financially but for me as a father. I will feel mentally better knowing I did everything possible to make myself better than I am.

“Do you think winning the world title will solidify this comeback? Or is it much more than that?” The man behind the camera asks. Homicide ponders this and speaks

Homicide: Pshhhh I mean when you’re world champion there is more money and fame, but yeah it’s there… I mean it’s in the mind. I mean… Ahhh, screw it hell yeah it will. I was trying to be humble but that isn’t me. The world title will remind people of who I am as a performer. It isn’t just something you can ignore. If you walk through that door and you lie to yourself if you say it isn’t about the belt. The fans like you when you’re hot. The promoters will book you when you are over. Though at the end how you remembered throughout time. How do you feel self-satisfied knowing that you didn’t even try? You want that world title. I get not everyone who comes through these doors is made to be world champions. Not everyone can be a champion and I get that. But if you’re not trying to position yourself there or at least be there what are you doing here? So yeah winning the world title will solidify what you would call a comeback but solidify all the decisions I have made.

Though I got to worry about what is happening right now. Not look too far ahead that’s mental shit. And Nakamura look I respect what he has done but as far as where he is at his current skills the dudes a bum. He went through all that trouble with the primetime medal to lose to Ciampa. Like for real how are you going to do all that hard work just to lose the Intercontinental title opportunity like that after you worked so hard to earn it. Tell me how is that man a threat to me. You work hard just to lose. Listen put me in the ring with Ciampa I’m beating him. He is only the champion because he hasn’t faced me yet. He faces me he is waving goodbye to that belt. Then he won’t see it ever again. So I hope he watches because targets are being made here.

We cut back to Lambert

Dan Lambert: I am going to say it. By the end of the year, the Notorious 187 Homicide will become a world champion by the end of the year. It will before the calendar changes in 2023, and if it doesn’t Homicide knows who the blame for that, but with his abilities now. Yeah, he can do it. He can become the UWF champion.

The video fades to black as the camera cuts away.




??: A wreck inevitably breaks the world around him. A man who’s so lost for the image of themself can’t really be the man he needs to be.



We see Austin Theory appear, smug as he could possibly be.

Austin Theory: And that man lost last week, to me, most noticeably. I don’t know if Joey Janela realises just how much he flubbed up his chances of being taken seriously in the eyes of the higher ups, but most importantly me also, last week. I don’t think that I could say how much he’s proved himself as a colossal failure as a wrestler here, but let me put it blankly, when I said last week that I had really not a lot to worry about, I was pretty correct.

But now I hold the medal, two wins over the guy, dominating his special showcase match named after him, then last week. Kinda sad if you ask me, dude.

I see this week though I’m facing Hornswoggle. At least Ethan is putting up SOME challengers now I guess. I joke. It’s a step up from Janela though! That’s not really saying much though. I didn’t come on here to bury Joey, no, he already did that to himself. I’m talking about me. My stock, my ability. The Prime Time Medal holder and the next UWF Intercontinental Champion.

Don’t overlook it, otherwise you’ll be looking at the lights. Cliche rings true, and that’s not just a theory. Catchphrase. Boom.

We head to the next segmentaroinialamanopeachtimothychalamet.




The scene opens with Randy Orton staring into the camera.



Hello UWF, tonight you all will watch me fight a well known competitor that is beloved by the fans.His name is Shark Boy. Yes, he is the number one contender for Seth Rollins' UWF Championship. I see as he may enjoy his imagination of putting me as Seth Rollins holding the UWF Championship. Fair play you say. But Shark Boy, you can use your whole imagination and pretend this is a dream where it will end up being a huge win for you. But I was you, you should be extremely careful because your dreams may turn into a nightmare for you. As you see, I may be the TV Champion and may not hold the UWF Championship right now. But one day, I will be holding the UWF Championship one day and possibly holding it together with this TV Championship. time will only tell. But as for our
match. You may have enjoyed running around hiding your own face under a kid's shark mask and trying your best to be another Stone COld. But in truth, we all know deep down. You are just afraid to admit that you are nothing but a huge fraud. You are extremely scared to admit your insecurities. That is why you hide behind that stupid shark mask and run around UWF beining known as a Stone Cold copycat. You have to mimic his moves and steal his lines and try to make it your own. But I honestly am not sutpid like everyone here. I see what you are trying to do. It saddens me that You have to waste y9our own time being another fraud like Rey Mysterio.



You and I both know you don't stand a huge chance against me. Despite your success of winning championship golds in the past. It won't help you defeat your toughest opponent as of yet. I am far more experienced and I am willing to do anything to win. You are going to meet the Lion of the Jungle while you are just a small fish living in a little pond. You have made a terrible mistake crossing my path Shark Boy. As for that, you must pay a huge consequence. Tonight, not only will you pay for it with your blood and human flesh. I will definitely make sure to make a huge statement out of you. When I do, I will send a huge warning to everyone who disrespect me when I defeat you. When I sink my teeth and bite your scrawny little neck. You will have no choice but to give me your blood and soul because I will take it to feed my hunger. This will be more than a victory for me. It will be about causing more destruction and mayhem. When we meet tonight, not only will you face my wrath. I will leave your bloody dispose body in that ring laying the dust. Then you and everyone will remember the name who destroyed you . His name is the Devil himself.......Randy Orton.



The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton laughing.






A slow rumbling bass of Bad With Phones’ “Living & Surfing” hits the PA like a wave rumbling onto the shore as suddenly electronic drums come chopping through like knives to the chagrin of fans in attendance. Austin Theory must shortly be arriving.

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Tony Chimel: On the way to the ring, from McDonough, Georgia, weighing in at 220 lbs, Austin Theory!

He’s here, Austin is in the house, blokes, he’s here. Everyone wishes he wasn’t though, but the smug face of the man of many theories comes through the curtain like a bad reminder, and we’re about to get some bread. This bread. A fight, or something. Wow, look at that, the guys already in the ring from all that talk. What an athlete, so quick, so agile, what a blue chip god, huh? He awaits this one to get underway.



Chimel: Next... from Dublin, Ireland... weighing in at 147 pounds... The King, Hornswoggle!

"Down With The King" by Run DMC hits as King Hornswoggle come out to a chrous of boos and he smiles wearing his crown. He walks down the entrance ramp waving all to his peasants as he turns to the right and he walk up the steel steps. He walk along the ropes as he stops and he slides under the ring ropes.

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Austin Theory comes walking to the center of the ring looking smug as shit like the little prick he is. He drops to his knees and places his hands behind his back, offering Hornswoggle a free shot at him. Swoggle rubs his grubby little hands together, looking to make the most of this opportunity. Theory has no worries, whats the worst the leprechaun can do? He sticks his chin out and Swoggle reaches for him and just starts biting his nose! Theory immediately regrets his decision and tries to to pry Swoggle off of him. He has to punch Swoggle in the side of the head a few times to finally break free. He covers up his nose right away and checks it. The tron reveals teeth marks on his nose but luckily no blood.


Corey Graves: Someone needs to put that egotistical, good for nothing, rabid animal down!

Tom Phillips: Calm Down Corey, Austin Theory doesn't seem that rabid.

Corey Graves: I'm talking about that ugly little leprechaun!

Tom Phillips: Well yeah Theory's a little small but-

Corey Graves: Shut it Phillips!


With anger in his eyes, Theory runs over to kick Swoggle's little head off but he ducks the kick and when Theory turns around, he's kicked right in the shin! The Prime time Medal holder grabs his leg and hops up and down on one leg while Swoggle leans down behind him causing him to trip backwards onto the mat! Swoggle climbs on top of him and just straight up grabs onto his nipples and starts p[inching them with all his might! Theory squirms around in agony (ecstasy maybe?) until he kicks the little man off and rushes back up to his feet. Swoggle is by the ropes and Austin runs at him but the former Television (not Intercontinental) Champion pulls the ropes down so he can fly right through them. Unfortunately Theory was aiming low anyways and he just kicks Swoggle right through the bottom and middle ropes to the floor below!

Theory comes out and picks up the body, grabbing him by the back of his shorts with one hand like you would to disrespect a toddler. He drops him over his knee in a Gutbuster before he decides to just spank the little devil, causing more insult than injury. Swoggle tries to squirm free but an Elbow to the back of the head stops him. Theory then picks him up and just Military Press Slams him onto the announce table! The smug prick is all smiles before he grabs Sowoggle and throws him back into the ring where he follows him in. Theory picks him up and lifts him straight into the air for a Vertical Suplex. He decides however to stall and keep Swoggle in the air for about 20 seconds, even putting one arm away to flex his bicep. The crowd boos this obnoxious behavior because of course they would. After another 10 seconds he lays Swoggle out on the mat and makes the pin!



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Swoggle kicks out! Austin slaps him in the face and tells him to stay down. Swoggle however just spits up right into his face! Theory angrily wipes the probably disease ridden saliva off his face and just starts beating the hell out of Swoggle with some stiff rights. The ref warns about closed fists and so Theory backs off. The last thing he wants is to be DQ'd and let Swoggle actually have a victory over him on the record books. He grabs Swoggle by the ear and pulls him back up to a vertical base. H'es telling him to stay down but Swoggle lunges forward with a Headbutt right to the groin! Or it could have been the gut. Too hard to tell really.


Corey Graves: What the hell!? That looked like a low blow to me!

Mauro Ranallo: Everything's a little low when it comes to Hornswoggle so I don't think it counts.

Corey Graves: What the hell kind of reasoning is that!?


Swoggle jumps up and grabs onto Theory's head to plant him with a Jumping DDT! He makes the pin!



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Theory kicks out just in time! He doesn't really bother grabbing his head, more his balls that are still hurt from that no doubt hard head of Swoggle's. Swoggle gets back up right away and jumps on top of Theory with a Seated Senton. He then goes to the corner and starts tuning up the band. Theory slowly gets to his feet and Swoggle comes over for some Sweet Shin Music but Theory just kicks him right in the face! Swoggle's ultimate weakness! Tired of the charade. Theory hoists him up onto his shoulders before planting him with the ATL! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL the Prime Time Champion, Austin Theory!



Theory gets to his feet and kicks Swoggle out of the ring, not even wanting to see the little goblin in his cone of vision. He's handed his Prime Time Medal and he holds it up with one hand whilst holding one finger in the air, indicating that he only needs one more win to challenge for the Intercontinental Championship. The show rolls on.








Camera pans in on Seth Rollins finishing up a photoshoot with the coveted Universal Championship around his waist. Heyman and Reigns pulls up and give him some dap as encouragement before his big match tonight with the former television champion. The trio are all smiles and good vibes as the photoshoot wraps up and the photographers migrate away.


Paul Heyman: Tonight, you can smash that street thug to smithereens. I can’t wait to watch him get dumped out like a rotting bag of yesterday’s trash.


Seth Rollins: When it comes to him talking, rapping, and wrestling, I’ve definitely CENA enough!


The trio start chuckling together


Roman Reigns: I wouldn’t even call that rapping! It’s like someone with down syndrome choking on oxygen.


The three laugh even harder at Roman’s joke.


Seth Rollins: It’s almost as funny as a grown ass man wearing a fish mask that thinks he can beat me for my belt!


They keep laughing but they begin to calm down.


Seth Rollins: The match he won in the past had nothing on the line—it was meaningless—just like Shark Boy’s existence in this universe. There will be a time that I can dispose of him but tonight—the focus of my attention is dealing the absolute and utter disgrace of a human that calls himself John Cena! A man suffering from the effects of his own negative behaviors and life with no meaning, virtue, justice, purpose, or passion. A man yearning for me to enlighten his ignorant ass by caving his skull in. A job that I have no issue in taking on.


Roman Reigns: That’s what I like to hear, now let’s see it.


Seth Rollins and Roman bump fists and the trio walk off into the sunset.




He felt a great shame wash over him. To know he had been defeated was one thing, to know it was because of his own blind arrogance was another. Ciampa had bested him in combat. Had pinned him on such a grand stage viewed by millions around the world. He hated that feeling within his heart. He hated that feeling of being secondary. Of not being good enough, of holding back when he should had viewed Ciampa as someone worthy of his talents and skills. It was a stain on his record, one that would not be easily removed, nor should it be removed. He wanted to look at it. He wanted it to remain there forever, so that he could look back on that night and know his own shortcomings and weakness had lead to such a shameful act to follow through.

“Ciampa…”

His voice was soft. He was not angry at Ciampa, he was angry at himself. For not treating Ciampa as a warrior fitting of his true time and effort. The defeat lay in his hands and his hands alone. Ciampa did not defeat him. He defeated himself and Ciampa merely had came in and taken the credit and the glory as well. Truly it was a horrid act, one that he loathed greatly that Ciampa of all beings had been the one to put him down after all this time. He had started off so well. He had done all that was needed, but it was not enough. He would not be the sloth he had become years ago in other companies, doing a little and expecting a lot in return.

“Your hollow victory, is a blemish on your record. To defeat me in such a manner. The word you use here, is a fluke? Are you satisfied with a…fluke victory over me. Are you pleased with how that contest was fought. You gave me everything you had and I gave you nothing. You threw everything at me and I gave you little in return. I looked down upon you. I thought you a child and I treated in such a regard, but I can see what you are. A man. One worthy of the title you hold, I respect that. I understand this culture and these unwritten rules. I was bested, but I am not done. I held back, you won. Are you proud. Do you have that warm feeling within you, that you done enough to best me, or do you feel like me a little…empty. Knowing that so much has been left on the table, so much has not been answered. You are a champion…but do you truly feel like one?”


He slanted his head to the side for a moment and let a sigh escape him. A king without a crown. How foolish and arrogant. How pitiful he was and sounded to speak in such a manner as he narrowed his eyes.

“I formally challenge you once more Ciampa. Title on the line or not…it matters little to me. The feeling within my heart, how it breaks to know the blemish on my honor came at the hands of you, the undeserved. That is what matters. No matter what hurdles you set before me I will overcome them. No matter what challenge I have to face Ciampa, I will conquer it. I will reach you once more and I will do what I should have done all those weeks ago…I will defeat you and the sad thing is…you know this Ciampa. A man would have offered a rematch…a coward hides away and allow his fears to guide him. You are afraid…and you are wise in that regard. The only thing that you truly accomplished that night…as breaking my shackles, for now…I will no longer be held back. I will no longer…be someone who looks down on everyone…I will treat everyone as you Ciampa…I will leave them all in my wake in my quest…my purpose…my destiny to best you.”

He let the last words sink in. He allowed them to linger. He allowed them to rattle within the thoughts of his head , for however long it will take. A week, a month, a year. He will find his way back to Ciampa and he will best him. He will not stop until he proves himself, until he proves that Ciampa had not beaten him…he had beaten himself.




Tony Chimel: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first.....





John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them







He's salutes to the UWF Universe



Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena



Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.



Tony Chimel: And his opponent....






Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.









Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.



The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and puts a leg on the second rope, and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.







Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the UWF World Champion: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!



VS



The bell rings as Cena and Rollins square off, meeting in the middle, Cena calls for a test of strength holding up his hand, Rollins seems to reciprocate but then lands a right on the jaw of Cena. The shot reels Cena back into the rope and Rollins grabs his arm- pushing him off with and Irish Whip into the other set and when Cena comes back hitting him with a Slingblade. Cena isn’t kept down for long but Rollins hits a Superkick onto Cena, sending John back down onto the canvas. Rollins doesn’t go for a cover however, deciding to climb the second turnbuckle and pose with Heyman doing a bowing gesture towards him.



Mauro Ranallo: Folks if you’re just joining us you’ve missed the start of what i’m sure will be an exciting affair between UWF Champion Seth Rollins and former TV Champion, John Cena



Tom Phillips: Early in the off here Rollins is in control but instead of going for a pin he decides to gesture towards the audience. I don’t think this is the best use of his time.



Corey Graves: Well Phillips, thankfully no one cares what you think. Everything Rollins does is calculated, this is just all part of the plan.



As Rollins gets off the ropes, Cena gets back to his feet and charges him, shoulder barging Seth into the corner, delivering some punches to the torso of the world champion, Seth slumps in the corner as Heyman screams for him to get up, Cena runs back and then runs towards Seth to hit a knee on Seth before snapmaring him out the corner and climbing to the top rope for a leg drop, jumping to hit it, Seth rolls out the way but both men get back to their feet and Cena hits a sit out hip toss on Seth, going for the cover.



Mauro Ranallo: John Cena, back in the match here, going for the cover.



Tom Phillips: A win here for Cena would surely put him in the talk for title contention.



Corey Graves: Oh god Phillips, don’t even talk about that. The world were someone like John Cena gets a title match isn’t one I want to live in.



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Rollins gets his shoulder up as Cena immediately sits him up into a chinlock but Rollins manages to power up and hit a sit out jawbreaker and then turning Cena round into an elbow and a high knee, Cena stumbling back into the ropes and falling to the outside, Rollins measures him up and delivers a suicide dive through the ropes, knocking Cena back into the barricade and then throwing him shoulder first into the ring steps. Heyman checks on Seth who brushes him off, insisting he’s fine. Rollins picks Cena back up and rolls him into the ring, getting onto the apron- Seth calls for Cena to get up before Spring boarding and hitting a knee on Cena, knocking Big Match John down and going for a cover.



Mauro Ranallo: THIS COULD BE IT HERE, CENA LOOKS TO BE OUT.



Tom Phillips: Rollins hitting Cena with that dive and then throwing him into the steps, along with that knee, Cena has taken a lot of damage over these past couple of minutes, this could be it for him.



Corey Graves: Like I suspected, a guy like Cena can't hang with the UWF Champion, back to the end of the line for you Cena.



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Cena gets the shoulder up as Seth argues with the referee, trying to say it was a three count but the referee doesn’t back down from Seth. This gives Cena enough time to recover and hit a running bulldog from behind on Seth. The crowd cheers for Cena who seems to be feeding on the energy of the crowd. Waiting for Seth to get up, Cena charges and hits a leaping shoulder block. He goes off the rope and hits another. Going for a third Seth manages to push Cena off but Cena bounces back and hits a surprise dropkick, the crowd roaring again at the surprise agility of Cena. Cena stalks Seth for an Attitude Adjustment.



Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, JOHN CENA WITH A PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK TO THE UWF CHAMPION.



Tom Phillips: Cena not going for the cover, looking to set Rollins up for the Attitude Adjustment it seems, he hits this its ball game.



Corey Graves: For the love of all that is holy, please Seth.



Cena picks Seth up onto his shoulders but the UWF Champion claws his opponents eyes and pushes Cena into a corner and as he returns picks him up into a German Suplex, ala his old mentor Kurt Angle, Rollins holds onto Cena’s waist, rolling through into another German Suplex before letting go. He gets Cena onto his knees and hits a Superkick but Cena doesn’t go down, shouting defiantly at Seth, Rollins hits another one and this time Cena stumbles but the roar of the crowd keeps him going. Rollins goes for a third but Cena rolls out the way and grabs the waist of Rollins going for his own German Suplex but Seth lands on his feet and hits the third Superkick before picking up Cena into a Powerbomb and running him into the corner to deliver a Buckle Bomb, Seth looks to his opponent and decides to climb top rope.



Mauro Ranallo: A lot of control by Rollins there but Cena showing some life, not enough however as the cat like agility of Rollins shines through.



Tom Phillips: Rollins once again not going for the cover, his ego most likely getting in the way or maybe he’s getting desperate.



Corey Graves: Please Phillips, Seth is just looking to make an exclamation point here, to show this whole locker room why he is the best in this company.



Seth goes for a Frog Splash but finds no water in the pool as Cena rolls out the way at the last second, the UWF Champion landing and sucking air in as his lungs just empty, he gets back up and is met with a Shoulder Block by Cena and then a second Shoulder Block. Seth gets back up and swings at Cena, going for a clothesline but its turned into a spinning powerbomb and Cena doesnt waste time in going for the Attitude Adjustment but Seth lands on his feet, whether its shock or exhaustion Cena doesn’t retaliate, allowing Seth to hit a DDT onto Cena before running off the ropes and hitting a Curb Stomp onto Cena before going for the pin.



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Tony Chimel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER OF THIS CONTEST…….. THE UWF CHAMPION, SETH ROLLINS.







Rollins' arm is lifted by the referee who rips it away and demands his title. Seth is given it by Heyman as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and lifts it up as the crowd boos.



Mauro Ranallo: Well a hard fought bought by both of these men but Seth Rollins showing why he is UWF Champion.



Tom Phillips: Cena fought well but in the end it just wasn’t enough.



Corey Graves: It always isn’t enough, there is a reason Seth Rollins is UWF Champion and its because he’s the best in the world, he proved that at Wrestlemania and he once again proved that tonight.



The camera once again cuts to Seth on the turnbuckle as we move on in the show.




The titantron would cut to Renee Young standing in front of the interview screen, she would be joined by Ciampa and Wardlow. Ciampa has the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder. Wardlow is looming behind Ciampa, creating an ominous presence as he does. Renee would speak up.





Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me at this moment is the UWF Intercontinental Champion, Tommaso Ciampa as he gets ready tonight to face off against EITA, Ciampa how you feeling.



Looking towards to Renee, Ciampa would lift up his microphone.



Ciampa: Renee, i’m feeling excited. For the first time in a while i’m facing a completely new talent. Someone who has never been graced with my ring presence before and its these types of matches which really keep me invested. A new talent to face and for me to show them why I am the best around right now.



Renee would smirk as Ciampa lowers his mic, picking hers back up.



Renee Young: Well clearly you’re feeling confident. Now I asked you here tonight not just to get your thoughts about EITA but also to see if you had a response to Shinsuke Nakamura who earlier tonight seemed to call you out for a rematch, even calling your Wrestlemania victory a fluke, do you have anything to say to him.



Ciampa would chuckle and clutch Goldie tight to his shoulder.





Ciampa: You know I should have expected something like this. The types of ego that goes round here are big but Shinsuke might have one of the biggest i’ve seen. He can’t just admit can he that on the night, I was the better man. He can’t accept that a man who he thought of as nothing more than a mere peasant beat him in the middle of the ring, he can’t accept that he’s still a King with no crown. Shinsuke might have something to prove now but I don’t, I beat him at Wresltemania, he needs to accept that and move on.



Renee speaks up.



Renee Young: So are you denying him a rematch because like I said, he’s going round saying it was a fluke win and he’s not even specified if he wants a match for the title or not, do you not want to show it wasn’t a fluke.



Ciampa would chuckle again and shake his head.



Ciampa: Oh Renee, of course he wants another title shot, because this is the only title worth having in the whole of the UWF. Shin can call it a fluke all he wants but at the end of the day, I beat him. I have nothing else to prove but if Shinsuke wants another shot and for me to embarrass him again, then you know what, I think i’ll go watch his match and see how he does. Get an up close view to see if he deserves a match against me but trust me if he does, i’m going to make sure he doesn’t get a third, excuse me Renee.



Ciampa would then walk off, followed by Wardlow, leaving Renee to wrap up.



Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, Intercontinental Champion, Tommaso Ciampa.



The screen would then cut back to the ring.




Following a commercial for Big Kahuna Burger, the Revolution feed picks up in the backstage area, where Kayla Braxton is standing by for an interview.

Kayla Braxton
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Danhausen!

Cheers can be heard in the background from the crowd in attendance as Danhausen walks into frame.



Kayla Braxton
Danhausen, there’s only one place for us to begin, and that’s with your victory last week over CM Punk, in what some are describing as potentially one of the biggest upsets in UWF history.

Danhausen
Ah yes! Danhausen understands why the billing has taken this shape when you consider just how successful Pepsi Man has been over the last year in particular. But Danhausen would rather choose to reflect on the fact that by emerging as the victor of this contest, he kept his word, and thus managed to regain some of his credibility that took a major hit at Wrestlehausen. Now as many people are aware, Danhausen does not exactly have a long list of allies here in Ultimate Wrestling, but Danhausen very much considers Pepsi Man to be his friend, and that’s regardless of whether Danhausen won or lost last week. So should Pepsi Man ever need the support of Danhausen, be it providing assistance to help him regain his titlehausen, or stealing some comic books from the local store, Danhausen will be more than happy to answer the call in his hour of need.

Kayla Braxton
Well with that in mind, that now leads me on to the question of what exactly is next for Danhausen?

Danhausen
Well just like Paladdin requested three wishes from Robin Geniehausen, Danhausen is going to march up to Ethan Ultimate’s office right now and ask for three wishes himself. Those are for a deal to be struck to bring Cornhole Jimmy back to Ultimate Wrestling at the request of Danhausen. For the tag titlehausens to be reinstated so that Danhausen and his new best friend Pepsi Man may rightfully challenge for them. And for Danhausen to be given a rematch against that poor man’s cue ball, Davetista, so that he may fully reclaim his honor and monetary privileges. Love That Danhausen! Farewell!

As Danhausen steps away from the interview setup, the cameras decide to follow him as he strolls down the corridor in the direction of EC3’s office. After turning a hallway corner, Danhausen walks up to a closed door. Without hesitation Danhausen grabs the handle and turns to open, only to hear a sudden crashing noise…

Danhausen
Oops…

Danhausen suddenly stops in his tracks, but the camera moves further forward and peers through the slightly opened door. Stood on the other side is Edge, looking down at the shattered pieces of a coffee mug, the handle of which is still clutched in Edge’s hand, which Danhausen unwittingly broke when he opened the door. The anger on the Ultimate Opportunist’s face couldn’t be more apparent as he turns to face Danhausen who remains stood on the other side of the door frame. This anger manifests in one swift motion as Edge lunges forward, grabbing Danhausen by the collar with both hands. Danhausen’s face is filled with shock as he begins to raise his hands, either in physical defense or prefacing a verbal defense. The fire in Edge’s eyes and the snarl forming on Edge’s lips dissipate quickly as his attention turns towards the sound of crunching beneath his foot. Edge releases Danhausen and moves his foot to see the now fully crushed handle that he was holding just a moment ago, stomped under his own foot due to his blind rage at Danhausen. Edge kneels down to examine the broken pieces and check if it’s at all salvageable, whilst Danhausen seeing an opportunity, makes like a banana and splits, as the feed fades out.




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.



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.

VS


DING DING DING


Eita comes charging right out the gate, going for a Dropkick in the corner but Ciampa sidesteps him and Eita kicks the turnbuckles and falls to the mat. Ciampa starts to put the boots to him and so Eita leaves to the outside. Ciampa follows him out but Eita turns around and whacks him in the gut with a Side Kick. He slides back into the ring and runs right to the ropes, building momentum as he comes diving out with the Alto BASTA! The only problem is, there's no water in the pool as he splats hard down onto the mat!


Mauro Ranallo: Good grief did you hear that impact?

Corey Graves: Hear it? I felt it. The ground practically shook.


Ciampa scraps him right off the mat and throws him right into the steel ring steps! If that wasn't enough, he takes his head and slams it into the first step! Eita looks all sorts of out of it as Ciampa throws him back into the ring. He slides in after him and brings him up in a powerbomb position, gearing up for Project Ciampa. Eita however reverses back into a Rana, hooking both legs for the pin!



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Ciampa kicks out! Eita grabs a hold of him quickly and hammerlocks his arm before picking him up onto his shoulders in an Argentine Backbreaker style. Ciampa however just starts clubbing him in the face until he's dropped down and follows that up with a Discus Lariat! Eita goes down but tries to get back up right away. Ciampa puts a stop to that with a knee to the side of the head! Eita is all sorts of dazed as Ciampa hooks both arms and puts him away with the Fairy Tale Ending! He turns him over and makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Tomasso Ciampa!



Ciampa gets handed his title and raises it up high. He looks down and Eita and cracks a smile, satisfied with the dominating performance he just displayed. He exits the ring and heads to the back as the show moves on.




We go backstage where Renee Young is standing by,



Renee Young: Please welcome my guest at this time, the Numer One Contender to the UWF Championship, Shark Boy.

Shark Boy walks into the shot to a loud roar from the crowd.

Last week didn't exactly go to plan Shark Boy, you found yourself on the recieving end of a -



Shark Boy: Mama Shark always taught Shark Boy to let a lady speak but right now Shark Boy ain't in much of an agreeable mood so he's going to have to make an exception and cut ya off right there. See last week Shark Boy was on the receiving end of a three on one mugging. It wasn't a fight, it wasn't a beat down it was a damn cheap shot and yeah, Seth Rollins left Shark Boy laid out in the middle of the ring with the Curb Stomp. Now this ain't ol' Shark Boy's first rodeo and it ain't the first time ol' Shark Boy's been left staring at the lights. But if Seth Rollins thinks he's got the better of Shark Boy already then he's sadly mistaken and just like every other time someobody knocked ol' Shark Boy on his bass, Shark Boy is straight back up and fixin' for a fight and you best believe there's a can of bass whip with Seth Rollins' name written directly on it and I'm fixin' to open it up as soon as possible!

Renee Young: Shark Boy, last week you were the victim of the numbers game, wouldn't going after Rollins right now seem a little foolhardy?

Shark Boy: First of all you've got a damn spectacular vocabulary but there ain't nothin' foolhardy about Shark Boy. You think Shark Boy's going out there without a plan?. First of all, Shark Boy's got Randy Orton tonight and he ain't takin' him lightly at all. Randy Orton's been there and done that, he's the TV Champion, he's the Apex Predator, The Viper - he's dangerous but if a shark comes up against a snake... the shark wins every time and it ain't different this time. See Shark Boy's strategy tonight is simple, picture Randy Orton with a stupid beard, a stupid little hairdo, some sorry bass pair of tights and about 80 percent less baby oil.

Renee Young: I don't get it...

Shark Boy: Essentially Renee, Shark Boy's going out there and imagining Randy Orton to be Seth Rollins, 'cos while Seth probably won't show his face in the ring with Shark Boy tonight, Randy Orton sure as shell is and Shark Boy is going to treat him like he is Seth Rollins himself. See last week Shark Boy got mugged, jumped and damn emarassed so he's got a little frustration to take out and he's going to take it out on Randy Orton and it's going to be a preview of what's to come for Seth himself. Last week hurt, Shark Boy's big enough to admit that but Shark Boy's been hurt before and he'll no doubt be hurt again - it doesn't change the goal and the goal is to have that UWF title back around this waist. You have what I want Seth and that was enough before but now he's put an even bigger target on his back. Shark Boy is coming for that title but rest assured Seth, Shark Boy's comin' for yer bass too and don't worry, if you and your boys want to pull another fast one on ol' Shark Boy, think again because Shark Boy's got friends in low places and I've always got back up... AND THAT'S THE FISHIN' LINE - COS SHARK BOY SAID SO.

Shark Boy storms off as we go elsewhere.




Joey Janela is seated backstage head in his hands as he throws his hands up. 

Joey Janela: A loss I can take. I've been on the back staring at the lights many a time. But what I can't take is someone like theory. Someone who just walks in gets a couple of cheap wins and then brags around about how they own the place. But i'm man enough to know when someone got one over on me and you did just that Theory congratulations. You got your metal and you got your first defense in the bag. Let me just issue a but of a warning for you though. If you think Joey Janela is in your rear view window, then you better be scared. I'm gonna haunt you. And if it takes me Seven days of seven months, this is far from over between the two of us. And I'm gonna make your life very very difficult to bear in the meanwhile. Its no bother to me, it'll all be fun. 



He grinned

Joey Janela: Just a warning of be careful of who you screw over. 




We see Cathy Kelley backstage.



Cathy Kelley: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time... The Miz!





Camera moves to Miz who is in an all black suit and black sunglasses.



Cathy Kelley: Miz-



The Miz: Don't waste your breath Cathy because I know what you are going to ask. You are going to ask what these people have said all week long, like a parrot. "Miz you have came back with huge claims yet you have come short at Wrestlemania and you have tapped out to Eita". This is the question, right? Well, then let me answer your not very unique question. See, at Wrestlemania my plan was like a ticking bomb. My plan was going just fine until Austin Theory stole my victory and my spotlight! In "Theory" my plan was just fine but in reality it did not came to fruitition. I was this close, this close to cherish my comeback with a huge Wrestlemania win. Whether it was a stupid clusterfuck Battle Royal with bunch of nobodies in it. And last week, I have also thought the same. I thought "who is this Eita guy? He is a nobody and why do I wrestle him? Quite frankly I should be facing champions to prove myself and then for the title because that is what I am. A champion!" this was my thought process. Yet, I have failed myself once again. I have made a fool out of myself, which is pretty rare, and I let these stupid people talk and talk and talk. I gave this to them like a present. Easter came and went and I should have given presents to myself, to my beautiful wife Maryse and to my beautiful child. Yet the only present was to these people, giving them things to shit on me. First Wrestlemania and then tapping out. Yeah, go ahead and chant "You tapped out!" yes I did! Eita did tap me out but I am glad that it happened! I am glad I hit my hand to ground three times while in agony because that has given me a very important lesson! The lesson of underestimating. Because I have underestimated Austin Theory and Eita. And I came up short. I lost. I have failed. And that made me realised that, despite being "Awesome" Miz, I am not him yet. I am a man who came back and failed. I am a man who is a shadow of himself. So what I am going to do? I am going to be that Tough Enough Miz again. No, not inexperienced and new like him but be as hungry as him because I have to prove myself. Not to you, not to them, not to management but to myself. Because I am a man of confidence but I know that if you can't back it up, you are nothing. That confidence does not help you, instead it holds you down! So now I will do my best to be the man that I am! I will not feed through my stardom but I will work to make my way up once again!



Miz takes his sunglasses off. He has a very different look in his eyes. Eyes full of anger. He stares directly at the camera.





The Miz: I promise you that The Miz you will see will be the most fierce and relentless you have ever seen! There will be No Mercy! No spotlights, no shiny things! Until... Until I earn them again and until I get what I am here for! The Miz in UWF will be very different then you have ever seen before! And once again he will be...



Miz was about to say "Awesome" yet he does not and leaves backstage swiftly.




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!

Shinsuke Nakamura is already standing in the ring, entranceless until he gets his shit together. The capacity crowd goes nuts their boy's tune plays.



"Homicide" by LL Cool J hits the PA System and out comes the "Notorious 187" Homicide!



Homicide comes out and the fans cheer. Homicide puts the gun signs up and than he fake shoots his pretend guns and makes his way down to the ring as the fans cheer him.

Tony Chimel: Introducing from Cocunut Creek, Florida by way of Brooklyn New York this is the Notorious 187 Homicide!!!

Homicide enters the ring and gets to the top turnbuckle removing his bandana and throwing it to the fans. He throws up a gang sign representing his LAX days. Homicide than jumps down from the turnbuckle and is ready for the fight at hand.

Tony steps out of the squared circle and after ensuring both competitors are ready to go, the Referee calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


The instant the bell rings, Homicide sprints full speed across the canvas. He's coming in hotter than a Bat Outta Hell, his aim fixed squarely on Nakamura's head. It's the same play he ran last week to clean up quick in his return to Revolution. The Super Necessary Knee he picked up training at American Top Team is a proven commodity as a match-ender. As Good Ol' JR might say, it's not fast, it's sudden.

Whatever Shinsuke's eccentric mannerisms might suggest to the contrary, he's a student of the game. He might have been absent from the last Revolution, but he's seen the footage. How could he miss it? Highlights of Homicide dropping the Stone Pitbull trended number one worldwide on twitter. It's all the dirt sheet's have been talking about. All that to say that quick as the Notorious 187 is, Nakamura has enough time to duck and drop under the ropes to escape to the outside before that shinbone can connect.

Homicide sees him fleeing and pulls up just shy of popping that knee off. He skids to halt, bracing himself against the top rope to stop any forward motion. He looks over to his opponent on the floor and mocks him for running scared - which clearly irritates the proud King of Strong Style.


Phillips: There aren't many who can talk trash like Homicide. He knows just what to say to get under your skin.

Ranallo: Tomohiro Ishii is as tough as they come. He's a former UWF Tag Team Champion. He has wins over the likes of The Dudley Boyz, The Dynamic Duo and Sweet n' Sour Inc, to name a few. Homicide dropped him in a matter of seconds. That just doesn't happen. We've never seen a return quite like that.

Graves: Ishii's the kind of guy who's stubborn enough to stand there and take your best shot. Nakamura's a lot smarter than that. These petty fans can boo him for getting out of harm's way but The King of Strong Style doesn't have to prove anything to the peanut gallery.


The Referee steps between Homicide and the cables, urging him to give Nak some room to re-enter the ring before resorting to a ten count. He'd like to try and keep things civil, a big ask given the violent reputations of the parties involved. The former Cartel member scoffs and turn his back on Official and opponent alike, marching towards the center of the ring to face the hard cam while he throws up the LAX gang sign. Happy Cinco de Mayo to those who celebrate.

Shinsuke isn't happy to see another man soaking up his spotlight. He slithers back into the ring and charges Homicide from behind. The veteran hears him coming and dips beneath an attempted elbow to the back of the dome. Nakamura charges by, hits the ropes, and bounces right back. The former International Champ bends over, looking to counter with a Big Back Body Drop, only to have that stifled by a boot to the chest by the Japanese Superstar.

Homicide coughs up a lungful of air. Winded, he doesn't put up too much of a fight as Nakamura drops, whips his leg around and knocks out Homicide's from beneath him. The Puerto Rican crashes down to the mat with a thud.

Once again, the Artist makes a dash for the ropes. He uses the added momentum to come in with some hasty head-hunting. An early Kinshasa only barely misses when Homicide drops flat on to his back and rolls away to one of the corners. Nakamura doesn't follow up right away. Instead, he turns around and throws up some taunting gestures of his own to even the score, earning him some heat with the fans.


Ranallo: Nakamura reminding Homicide that he's not the only gunslinger in town.

Graves: That Kinshasa's every bit as dangerous as Homicide's Flying Knee. It's just a matter of who can land it first.


Using the ropes, Homicide hauls himself up to a vertical base and walks straight at Nakamura. The Black Supernova goes for a collar-and-elbow lock-up but Homicide doesn't want anything to do with that. He bursts clean through Nak's outstretched arms to clobber him across the mouth with a forearm shiver. Shinsuke's head snaps back and the Notorious 187 follows up with a series of similar shots, his jagged elbow continually finding a home in Nakamura's jawline.

The barrage pushes the former Primetime Medalist into one of the corners. Unable to break up the beatdown, the Ref resorts to a five count to restore some order to the match. Homicide makes the most of it by landing a few more and then planting a boot firmly in Nakamura's belly. That bends him over so that the Cartel goon can flip him up and F-Bomb him right into the turnbuckle!


Phillips: Ooof! What a buckle bomb by Homicide!

Ranallo: Everything he does in there just looks plain nasty.


Nakamura crumples up against the unmoving post like trash in a compactor. Homicide drags him away from the ropes by the leg and then hooks it to make the cover...



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No! Nakamura gets a shoulder up. Homicide kneels over him, looking towards the Ref for some clarification that the dude actually kicked out in time. The third man insists he did. Both of their attention, as wells as the fans' is then drawn towards the entrance ramp as Tomasso Ciampa arrives on the scene!





Clinging Goldie with a death grip in one hand, the Intercontinental Champion strolls down the ramp, stopping about halfway down to watch the match play out.


Phillips: What's Ciampa doing out here?

Ranallo: Not to suggest he's practicing good manners by interrupting like this, but it looks like the Psycho Killer is content to simply view the proceedings without interrupting.

Graves: Nakamura has been telling anyone who will listen that Ciampa's win at Wrestlemania was a total fluke. Tommaso is out here to see if Shinsuke is as tough as he claims to be.


The Referee heads towards the edge of the ring to give Ciampa a stern warning about behaving himself. Homicide is shooting daggers at the bearded Bostonian for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. The distraction gives Shinsuke enough time to recover, and he shoot out his legs like some kinda sea creature, wrapping them around his opponent's head to sink in a Triangle Choke!

Homicide's arms start flailing out of pure instinct before that ATT training kicks in and he takes a more pragmatic approach to breaking loose. He works the grips with his fingers, trying to pry the King of Strong Style off. The Notorious 187 does his best to stay calm working against a ticking clock - it won't be long before he passes out.

Nakamura wrenches back and shouts at his foe to give up. The hold is in deep. He knee is pressed across the neck, cutting off all air flow. Homicide's best efforts to loosen to clutch prove fruitless. Shinsuke is an expert grappler and won't be dislodged so easily. With no way out but through, the fading Homicide pushes forward, driving the Japanese superstar across the canvas like a snow plough until they spill the ropes to the floor below!


Ranallo: And down they go!

Phillips: Total desperation move by Homicide but it did the trick. This could be Ciampa's chance to make a move...


It could be, but Tommaso stands still at his post on the ramp, content to observe. The Referee leans over the cables and starts up a ten count...



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They finally start to stir. Nakamura is up first. He grabs hold of Homicide by the shirt and pulls him up too.


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He slams the Notorious 187's face off the apron then goes to whip him into the barricade.


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Homicide stops himself and counters by jumping up to nail a Gringo Cutter right there on the arena floor! The fans pop huge seeing the Nak swallow a faceful of concrete courtesy the legendary UWF superstar.


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The Ref's count is edging closer and closer to ten. Homicide doesn't have much time to capitalize, but lifting Shinsuke's dead weight is no easy feat.


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Homicide finally gets him up, but he's a total sandbag...


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He manages to get Nakamura under the ropes and dive in after him just in time! Homicide then sprawls to make the cover to end this one...



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Nakamura kicks out at two again! The fans can't believe it, and neither can Homicide. That move has put down it's fair share of game opponents without the benefit of a hard arena floor. He's astonished that Nakamura survived the hit.


Graves: It took Homicide just a little bit too long to get Nakamura back in the ring there. And Shinsuke's as tough as they come - it'll take the kitchen sink to keep him down for a three count.

Ranallo: Last week was a walk in the park for the Notorious 187. He's really getting a test of will in this war against a more challenging adversary.


Homicide bites down on his lip and gets back to work. He stands over Nak then picks him up, thinking it's time for a Gringo Killa. Before he can set up the difficult maneuver, however, Shinsuke counters with a stiff boot to the gut, and uses that to slam the other man into the mat with a Landslide!

The Samoan Driver he's stylized with his own unique pizzas is more than enough to earn a win most nights out. But seeing Ciampa standing on the ramp, Nakamura finds himself with a point to prove and a message to send. Breathing heavy, he bends down and hoists Homicide up once more to deliver a second Landslide! Homicide bounces off the canvas upon impact, totally slammified. Nakamura reaches over and places his hands on the chest, never breaking eye contact with Tommaso as the Ref makes the count...



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Homicide kicks out just before three!


Graves: That's impossible!

Phillips: Nakamura was too focused on Ciampa to make a proper cover!

Ranallo: I'd say that pin attempt was downright lackadaisical.


Something snaps in Nak when Ciampa smirks at the failed pin attempt. The King of Strong Style pounces on the flattened Homicide and rains down with some ferocious ground-and-pound, fists and elbows slamming into the head over and over. It's brutally violent and hard for a lot of the audience to stomach. Nakamura is screaming and howling like a wild animal.

Eventually the relentless beatdown sees Homicide's shoulders give out and rest on the mat. He could be out cold. The Referee dives in to make the count, even as Nakamura keeps on hitting...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
SHINSUKE NAKAMURA!


The fans start to boo as Nakamura refuses to stop fighting. He just keeps punching and elbowing and attacking. He can't even see what he's doing - he's still looking at Ciampa, as if to warn him that this is fate next time the meet in the ring.


Ranallo: Nakamura is a man possessed!

Graves: He's a proud competitor. Something just snapped when he lost to Ciampa at Wrestlemania. He clearly wants a chance to set that record straight.

Phillips: This is getting out of hand. The Referee needs to get control of him!


Nakamura won't stop pummeling despite the Official's pleas. Those quickly turn in warnings - promises of punitive action. Shinsuke isn't listening. There's no off switch anymore. For his part, Ciampa doesn't seem bothered or impressed by any of it, and that just riles up the King of Strong Style more.

When the Referee finally accepts that the man can't be reasoned with and the assault won't end on it's own, he takes things to the extreme. Turning towarsd the time keep, he waves his hands around and reverses the decision!


DING DING

DUE TO UNSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCT THE RESULT OF THIS MATCH HAS BEEN OVERTURNED!
YOUR WINNER...
HOMICIDE!


That catches Homicide's attention. He finally turns away from the Intercontinental Champ, climbing off Homicide as he wrath finds a new target in the Referee. Before he can do anything about it, security finally floods the ring, breezing past Tommaso to climb through the ropes and hold Nakamura back. The Artist swats a few off like pesky flies before the numbers become too much and he's subdued. They manage to drag him out and towards the back. Still, Ciampa just watches, never speaking, never acting.


Ranallo: It's not often that you'll see a UWF Official forced to overturn a decision, but in this case, he had no other choice.

Graves: I don't know about that. Did Shinsuke take things too far? Sure. But he still won the match.

Phillips: Technically speaking, closed fist strikes are illegal and he did throw a lot of them -

Graves: Nobody cares about that rule, Phillips! Homicide put up a helluva fight, but Nakamura got screwed!

Ranallo: One can only imagine the fuel that this will add to the fire in this feud between the Psycho Killer and the King of Strong Style.


Ciampa heads up the ramp while Nakamura is taken away. The Ref stays behind to check on a bloodied and battered Homicide, but as the Notorious 187 comes to, he shoves the help away. He stands up on his own power, earning a standing ovation from the UWF fans for a hard fought battle. Throwing up the LAX sign on more time, he then climbs through the ropes and starts on his way up the ramp while Revolution continues elsewhere.




As Revolution rolls forward, the view switches to a familiar kitchen. Two little girls are diligently working on their homework as we can see Beth Phoenix mincing onions in the background. As she finishes the batch, she walks the handful of onions over to a bowl of ground beef and starts mixing the ingredients. As she moves away, we see a calendar on the wall that shows the month of April, with every date marked off except the last one. The peaceful noise of the three working is interrupted by the front door being unlocked and closed and the arrival of Edge into the kitchen. Edge noticeably smells the aromas as he hugs and kisses his daughters at the table.

Edge
Smells good, am I grilling up burgers tonight then?

Beth’s response is a shake of the head while she continues to knead the mixture in the bowl.

Beth Phoenix
I was gonna make a meat sauce for some pasta tonight actually, since I wasn’t sure when you’d be back from your workout tonight. Also we’re now having ice cream as a dessert since I bet the girls you’d be back after they both finished their homework. So now they get double rewards.

Edge’s youngest looks up at him and beams him a wide smile as Edge turns his attention back to his…singular daughter at the table. Edge looks around, wondering where his eldest has gone off to when he spots her coming down the steps, shyly hiding something behind her back, out of view of Edge.

Oldest Daughter
Ummm, in art class today we did pottery. Everyone else did bowls but I asked my teacher to help me make something different and I wanted you to have it.

As she says this, she holds out to Edge a very brightly colored coffee mug. A two-tone green handle connects to a light pink body, adorned with black specks all around the pink of the mug. The mug itself shows very little signs of being handmade at all, let alone handmade in an art class, save for one flattened thumbprint at the base of the top part of the handle. Edge looks the mug over with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face.

Edge
Oh sweetheart, it’s beautiful! You know, I have a lot of coffee mugs in the house, but I want to take this one on the road with me. So that whenever I’m looking for a pick-me-up of energy, I get a triple dose. One dose from the coffee and two from the mug. Cause I’ll always know it was made with love and that’s more powerful than any coffee I can drink!

Youngest Daughter
Even more powerful than a Red Bull?

Edge
Super more powerful than a Red Bull! Just thinking of the two of you gives me enough energy to throw a mountain!

As Edge says this, he punctuates his point by beginning to lift the kitchen table, much to the joy of his youngest daughter, still seated at the table. The family is giggling but as he lifts, the coffee mug starts to slide off the table. In a moment, Edge’s gleeful face is full of terror as he moves to lower the table and shoot his hand towards the mug, but it’s just out of his reach.




However, before it can hit the floor, the mug’s slide is stopped by the youngest, her laughter dying down just enough for her to save the day.

Youngest Daughter
That was a close one. It almost got brokeded.

Edge breathed a sigh of relief as he gently lowers the table back to level.

Edge
Too close. What would I do without the two of you watching my back?

Edge tussles the hair of his daughters leading to some giggles and fake disdain from his kids. As the scene starts to fade, everything in the kitchen loses focus, save for the lone, watermelon coffee mug safe on the table as Revolution rolls on.




We head backstage to see Punk warming up.

Sami Zayn: Punk there you are!

Sami Zayn walks into frame and comes up to Punk. The former UWF Champion looks a bit annoyed, whether that's from two straight losses int he main event or Sami's grating personality, we'll never know.



Sami Zayn: Hey so I know you were pretty busy at Wrestlemania, losing the UWF Championship and stuff but now that it's been over a week and I'm sure you've gone back and watched the real main event. I just wanted to get your thoughts.

Brooks raises an eyebrow, equal parts inquisitive and suspicious.

Punk: What are you even talking about?

Sami Zayn: You mean you didn't notice?

Punk: Okay. We're talking about your match here, right? Sorry man, I wasn't paying that close attention - too busy getting ready for mine. The only thing that caught my attention was that monster pop, which I just assumed happened when Shark Boy pinned you.

Sami Zayn: No that wasn't me! They hired a look alike and then deep faked my face onto his for the people watching on TV. The fans in the arena weren't close enough to see me so they couldn't tell. Or maybe they could and are in on the whole thing! I would never sour the sanctity of El Generico's mask and pretend to be him. That's just insane. But come on Punk, did you even watch the match? You know better than anyone just how good a wrestler I am. I can beat anyone any day of the week. As the former UWF Champion, you have a little bit a pull left so I need you to go to EC3 and tell him to give me a rematch. Heck not even a rematch, since it wasn't even me.

The Second City Saint rolls his eyes and waves the conspiracy nut off.



Punk: No offense Sami, but I don't have time for this. I just spent the past three months caught up in some investigation bullsh-

He gets cut off mid-sentence but the tenacious Canuck.

Sami Zayn: Look Punk, the last thing you want to do is get on my bad side. I could easily make it three straight losses for you.

The threat catches his CM Punk's attention. He finally looks Zayn dead in the eye to respond to him.

Punk: Yeah... I think it's about time you start walking away from me now.

Sami Zayn: Really? After everything I've done for you? I could have gone after your title much sooner but I didn't. I was helping you beat the record for longest reign but you ended up falling short. You owe me one.

The Straight Edge Superstar is at a loss for words trying to follow that logic. He doesn't even have a chance to ask for some clarification before Sami just keeps on ranting and raving.

Sami Zayn: Did you forget who found out about Seth in the first place? Months you and EC3 went around trying to find the culprit for who ran down Samoa Joe and what did you find? A whole bunch of nothing. Eddie Kingston fought to earn your respect and what happens to him? He gets taken out just like Joe. Again, what did you and EC3 do? You and your crusade hogged up all the attention while we were trying to find El Generico. I happened to find out about Seth by accident. I did what you couldn't without even trying. Last week you said you were moving on, how do you think Samoa Joe feels about that? For all that bravado about getting revenge, you've done a whole lot of nothing. You're nothing but a selfish piece of garbage.

Punk grabs Sami - two clenched fists around the collar. He pulls him in close, his glare burning a hole straight through him. Evidently, Sami's struck a nerve by getting a bit too personal there. The Chicagoan looks like he's ready to throttle Zayn. Fortunately for the latter, a gaggle of agents, off-duty Officials, road crew and security guards hustle over to break things up before they can escalate. They're urging Punk to back down while they do their best to calm the situation.

The two superstars don't say anything else. They're pulled apart, but the tense visual contact never breaks. Punk has all the signs of a man about snap and go on a killing spree. Sami kinda hide the relieved expression of someone who just dodged a bullet, but the slight smirk he pulls as he backs away might just be from knowing his words are living rent-free in Punk's head, too. The UWF staff sticks around to maintain the peace as the wrestlers are escorted off in opposite direction. Revolution continues elsewhere.




The UWF graphic flashes across the screen before a static effect cuts in, almost as if someone has tapped into the feed. We're taken to a dark hallway and the frame sits empty for an uncomfortable five or six seconds before a familiar face walks into frame.



Dean Ambrose mean-mugs the camera for a few moments longer, then opens his mouth to speak.

DEAN AMBROSE
Yeah, I'm back. Can the applause, hold your celebrations, because I'm not here to save the UWF or raise the standard or make sure all the new kiddos are up to snuff – nah, I'm here for one reason, and one reason only: to drop some fools on their skulls and see what comes flying out. I don't give a rat's ass about your titles. I don't care about your accolades. Royal Rumbles? World Championships? Money in the Bank? Who fuckin' cares. The only thing I want is to break a few bones and end a few dreams. Let's get fuckin' started.

With that, the former World Champion leaves the frame. The feed cuts back to the UWF graphic and the show moves on.







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!

GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!

*CRASH*





The crowd erupt as the glass shatters and the guitar laden sounds of The Toadies' 'I Come From The Water' blare over the PA system. Shark Boy wastes little time in marching out from behind the curtain full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off to everyone and anyone in his immediate path. The crowd at ringside reach at Shark Boy but he maintains his focus on the ring stomping his way down the ramp continuing to mouth off the entire way down the ramp towards ringside.

Tony Chimmel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... SHARK BOY!

Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.

VS


DING DING DING


Shark Boy is cautious in his approach to Orton. The Television Champion's bloodlust is well known at this point and the last thing Sharky needs to jeopardize his upcoming UWF Championship match. Orton slowly circles around him, ironically, like a shark. The two lock up but Orton gains control right away with a Side Headlock. Shark Boy fight him off with some punches to the ribs before shooting him off the ropes. Randy comes back and takes him down with a Shoulder Tackle. He looks down at the #1 contender and simply shakes his head, not thinking much of him. He runs to the ropes but Shark Boy flips over onto his stomach making Orton jump over him. He keeps running the ropes except when he bounces off them, Shark Boy jumps into the air and takes him down with a Thez Press! From there he unloads with right hands, causing Orton to roll away to the outside to escape the onslaught.


Mauro Ranallo: Orton thought he could just walk into this match and destroy the number one contender but Shark Boy is a former UWF Champion for a reason.

Corey Graves: He's a goof in a mask. Orton has made nearly the entire roster bleed and you can bet there will be blood in the water soon enough.

Tom Phillips: Glad to see you've gone into the deep end with us Corey.

Corey Graves: Ah shit I didn't mean it like that!


Orton tries to walk off the assault but Shark Boy comes charging out of the ring and takes him down with a Suicide Dive! Shark Boy stands up and pumps his fist in the air to cheers from the crowd. He picks up Orton and goes to throw him back into the ring but Randy grabs a hold of him and rams him back first into the apron! If that wasn't enough. He takes him head and throws him right into the steel ring post! The sound echoes throughout the arena and AJ Lee is laughing maniacally as Orton smiles. He grabs Shark Boy and throws him back into the ring. He slithers in as well and makes the pin.



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Shark Boy kicks out! Orton grabs his mask and sits him up but stands behind him. He's holding onto the mask with one hand and raining down punches to the top of his head with the other. Orton stops and looks at the crowd before raising his fist the show that there's blood on his knuckles. He licks the blood off them and the crowd boos, even starting a "you sick fuck" chant. The mask is hiding it but blood can be seen trickling down onto the mat as Shark Boy tries to crawl away.


Corey Graves: What did I tell you. Although I am shocked it happened so soon.


Shark Boy makes it to the ropes and uses them to help him get back to his feet. Orton stalks him from behind and wraps his arm around his neck, dropping down to his knees to hit the Backbreaker! Shark Boy tries to roll out of the ring but Randy grabs onto his arm and pulls him back in. He lifts him up off the mat and places him in a front headlock before throwing him through the ropes but pulling him just enough back in so that his feet dangle off the middle rope. Shark Boy hasn't moved and his blood is starting to make a puddle as Orton keeps him there before Driving his skull into it with the rope Hung DDT! He turns him over and makes the cover!



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Shark Boy kicks out! Orton backs away to the corner and places his arms on the ropes, hanging forward and just waiting as Shark Boy tries to get up to all fours. Orton is practically giddy with excitement as Shark Boy is starting to pick himself up. The Television Champion runs forward for the Punt Kick but Shark Boy pushes himself out of the way just in time! Orton turns back around and eats a Headbutt to the gut. With Orton hunched over Shark Boy grabs his head and delivers a Single Knee Facebreaker! Orton retreats to the corner and checks on his face as Shark boy rises from the depths. Shark Boy comes over and starts unloading on Orton with some punches to the head followed by a Shark Bite! Orton retreats out of the corner and Shark Boy decides to go up top. Orton is a little wobbly but manages to shake off the cobwebs and turn around. When he does, Shark Boy comes leaping off the top with a Diving Crossbody into the pin!



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Orton kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Who knew Sharks could fly!

Mauro Ranallo: Shark boy has risen from the depths and grown wings to take flight against the Viper!

Tom Phillips: In just a matter of time we'll find out who is the apex predator in the animal kingdom!


Shark Boy is fed up with Orton already and to be quite honest, he's looking a little worse for wear right now so he intends to end this match already. He brings Orton back up to a vertical base and kicks him in the gut. He goes for the Chummer but Orton pushes him into the ropes. Shark Boy comes off them and runs right into a Powerslam! Orton backs away and uses this time to get a breather. Shark Boy starts to get up and so Randy starts punching the mat, getting hyped up to put the #1 contender away. Once he's up, Orton goes for the RKO! but Shark Boy also manages to shove him into the corner! Orton stops himself from colliding but eats a Running Dropkick to the back of the head! Orton is dazed and Shark Boy grabs his head and kicks off the middle rope to hit a Tornado DDT! He makes the pin!



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Orton kicks out at 2! Shark Boy picks him back up and brings him over to the corner where he goes to smash his face into the top turnbuckle but Orton gets his hands up and elbows Shark Boy in the ribs. He then smashes Shark Boy's face in instead and them lifts him up to seat him on the top rope. Orton is all smiles as he grabs Sharky's head and sets him up for the elevated RKO! Shark Boy however wraps his arm over the Television Champion's neck and ends up kicking off the middle rope, flipping over to hit the Dead Sea Drop! He pulls Orton away from the ropes and hooks both legs for a deep cover.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Shark Boy!




Shark Boy gets his hand raised in victory and he goes to the corner to throw up his fists to celebrate the hard earned win. He doesn't hgave much time to soak it in though as the UWF Champion Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns come running down the ramp, Heyman waddling behind.


Tom Phillips: Oh come on, what are these two doing here?

Corey Graves: The same thing they did last week. Send a message.


Shark Boy hears the crowd booing and turns around just in time to see Rollins slide into the ring. He starts slugging it out with him and actually gains the upper hand! It's not for long however as Roman slides in and it's a two on one assault.


Corey Graves: Where's you back up fish boy! Nobody likes this loser that's why-


Before Corey can finish his sentence, he's interrupted by...



Seth and Roman turn to see Grado come out dancing on the stage. They urge him to come to the ring as he dances down the ramp and gets closer. Shark Boy however is unattended to and he comes on over and attacks Rollins! Roman turns around to see this but Grado slides in and takes him out at the legs! The C.U.N.T. are laying in punches all over the UWF Champion and his bodyguard as the crowd erupts into cheers! Both men roll awqay to the outside leaving the C.U.N.T. standing alone in the ring. They rush up the ramp but Rollins realizes he forgot something. Grado walks over and grabs the UWF Championshpi is hands it over to Shark Boy. The former Champion lifts it up high, letting people get a preview of what's to come at Backlash. Rollins is freaking out as Roman holds him back and the show fades out.



END OF SHOW



Confirmed for Backlash

UWFChampionship
Seth Rollins(c) vs Shark Boy



Credits


Cena vs Rollins - Gunn
Homicide vs Nakamura - Fauche
Swoggle vs Theory, Ciampa vs Etia, Shark Boy vs Orton - Danny

[Evolution J]

I lose again. Damn. Oh well. I knew Sam will win anyhow. Congrts to all the winners. Props to everyone who help write the show. Sorry for not helping writing the show oout this week Danny. Awesome promo by George, Seth and others. Dean Ambrose is back!? Holy shit. This will be interesting. Probably don't need me anymore if Dean Ambrose is back.... Anyhow, awesome work guys. Keep up the great work. Win or lose. You guys are awesome.

[Dres]

I’m on LOA currently because of personal stuff but still wanted to leave a comment on this show. I like how things are building towards Backlash and I’m really looking forward to seeing how Crann does as Ambrose.

[Chase]

Wow, I was shocked at the turn of events in my match. I totally was like okay some story building when I read I lost but then it getting overturned was clever. Wonder where it leads? I hope to get Ada in a good thread one time but loved the twist there interesting stuff. Thank you Fauche for writing a good match.

Rollins and Sharkboy are going to be a good feud for the belt and loving that Sam is going hard at this feud. Bringing the hits in and I love it.

Ciampa promo was my favorite of the night, and my favorite match was Homicide vs Shinsuke.