Revolution 5/12/22

[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.

Tom Phillips: There's a lot of big matchs tonight but perhaps none bigger than the returning 6 time World Heavyweight Champion taking on the longest reigning UWF Champion in the Revolution era, CM Punk.

Corey Graves: I'm ready for an all out war between those two!

Mauro Ranallo:It's going to be one hell of a battle but first, we're kicking things off tonight with our UWF Champion!






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 & UWF Champion, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well. Roman Reigns slides out from behind the curtains as well as he comes out from the back last. Paul Heyman hands the championship over to Seth, who hoists it high in the sky above his head as the fans reign down with boos. Heyman then takes the belt and straps it around the waist of Seth as they continue down the rampway.

Seth Rollins stares at all of the fans in the arena who dare to boo him as he smirks back and relishes in the moment. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns bump fists in the middle of the rampway as they continue down the ramp. Heyman follows behind them, rubbing his hands together as if he wants to take over the world.



The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth keeps walking 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 and right hand man 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 as he reminds of whom the holder is of the most prestigious championship in the company. 



Paul Heyman: Ladies and gentlemen…

You all are in the presence of a being that not only vibrates at a frequency so high it elevates the planet’s average; but you are also in the presence of the UWF Champion who did exactly what he set out to do last week. My client—UWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION SETH ROLLINS—beat the street thug from the gated communities in Massachusetts. My client, put a beatdown on that Dr. of Thuganomics that he’s sure to feel for the unforeseeable future. John Cena is a man that couldn’t measure up to the talent and capabilities of my client if he cloned himself five times and fused them all together. Another man that doesn’t stand up to the pure talent and level of athleticism combined with the innate ability to dissect an opponent in mere seconds—is the number one contender to the UWF Championship: Shark Boy.



The fans cheer at the mention of the beer drinking masked fish man and Heyman and Rollins smirk as Reigns just shakes his head in the background.

The reason that you people cheer a grown male adult that chooses to wear a plastic child like mask in the ring is because he reminds you all of yourselves. Ridiculous, corny, alcoholic, childish, and just flat out inept—do those words ring a bell? I’m sure half of the audience hears those words on the regular from family members, their bosses, and anyone else more intelligent than them. Shark Boy represents everything that you fools stand for: a loudmouth arrogant beer guzzling clown that feels entitled to things that are just outside of their realm of abilities. A low life, low vibrating peasant demanding things that their fruits of labor have yet to bare. Ignorant civilians bumbling through life with no purpose, passion, or thought yet thinking abundance, wealth and prosperity will just fall into your laps like snowflakes from the sky. That is the difference between my clients—and Shark Boy, and these repugnant fans.

The fans band together to create a largely negative reaction filled with boos that make Paul Heyman smile from ear to ear.

My client is a man with virtues that are outside of the magnitude of understanding that your little brains are capable of. My client has a work ethic that would make half of the arena lose half of their bodyfat in two months. My client is the man that will beat Shark Boy’s ass in the main event of Backlash!

The fans boo as Heyman lowers his mic and laughs at the fans booing him. Heyman passes the mic over to Seth who pats the championship that is firmly on his waist to remind the world of who he is.

Seth Rollins: I hope that you all have taken a few moments out of your day to thank the creator and the universe for giving you a chance to breathe today. Because now is the time for you to give your thanks and praise to your UWF Champion. Now get up and address and acknowledge me as your beloved champion and bask in my presence!

Seth Rollins throws his arms out to his side as he spins around in a circle and absorbs the negative reaction from the crowd.

There’s no reason to boo excellence in the human flesh. Have you peasants already forgotten the amazing displays of greatness that I have given you? Last week a former Television Champion and future hall of famer was defeated with ease. The week before that—Shark Boy was left on the canvas motionless after taking a curb stomp—the most lethal finisher in the UWF today. And at WrestleMania X1—well all you need to do is look at my waist to see what happened. At the Royal Rumble, I took an elevator to the top, and at WrestleMania I strapped turbo to it so I could smash through my ceiling!



At Backlash Shark Boy is going to---


All of a suddeen the titantron in the arena suddenly goes to static as the lights dim to an aquatic hue and a voiceover can be heard throughout the arena...

THE FOLLOWING IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE C.U.N.T.





The crowd erupt into roaring approval as the guitar anthem 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent begins to play over the PA system. Seth and his entourage stand irate looking up at the ramp for any sign of their next opponent. As the drums kick the groove into high gear out comes Shark Boy and Grado to a raptuous ovation. Shark Boy stands on stage and looks around as Grado jaunts from one side of the stage to the other soaking in the cheers from both sides of the crowd. Shark Boy and Grado look at each other and give each other a big '2 Sweet' before Shark Boy produces a microphone. The crowd are yelling 'CUNT, CUNT, CUNT!' with Shark Boy and Grado nodding along with the crowd, it dies down a little as Shark Boy raises his hand in the air signalling he's about to speak.



Shark Boy: Seth Rollins - you sorry son of a fish, say hello to The C.U.N.T!

The crowd cheer loudly and begin the chant again before Sharky speaks again.

Two weeks ago, you and yer little Samoan bitch - Roman Reigns - took it upon yourselves to lay little ol' Shark Boy out in the middle of the ring. A heap. A pathetic pile of fish and since then I've vowed that it'll be the last time that Shark Boy ever feels the Curb Stomp. So ol' Shark Boy went out and he searched high and low and he found his equalizer, his best friend in the whole damn world Grado. It ain't because Shark Boy needs whip your bass Seth, Shark Boy can whip your sorry bass any time, any where but Shark Boy knows how you roll and he knows first hand. It's the numbers game. It's reason you won at the Royal Rumble and it's the reason your standin' there with that there UWF Title. But in this man, my brother in arms Grado - I found the equaliser. And just last week - well - you found that out yourselves when we whipped your bass and sent y'all packin'.

Grado taps Shark Boy on the shoulder and holds his hand out for the microphone as the crowd cheer again with chants of 'GRAAAADO, GRAAAADO!'. 



Grado: Sharky mate I have to say last week felt great. It felt amazin'. Just like Wrestlemania - it was a buzz. A buzz I've no felt in years n' years. In fact it was nearly this time 8 years ago me n' you were fightin' the likes of Sami Callihan and Kevin Steen on Smackdown. And it was a buzz then let me tell ye and it's buzz now, all these people up on their feet chantin' our names and from those days til today I knew I had a brother in Shark Boy. Now Paul's in prison... apparently piracy is a crime in multiple states... but even without our favourite pirate, The C.U.N.T. really is back and it might not be forever but I tell ye whit - as long as these three wee bawbags keep jumpin' Shark Boy, Grado will be there with a Wee Boot to shove right up their arses!. So the question is, and it's a biggie, it's a real biggie - Scottish BAFTA winning actors only ask big questions ye know... the question is, if you three are so great, so god-like - then why don't we have a fight right here and right now?. Sharky's ready, I'm ready so what do ye say?, why don't we have The C.U.N.T. versus three cunts!?

The crowd roar as Grado and Shark Boy stand ready to go.


Roman grabs the mic from Seth’s hands and he begins to speak and address their foes in the ring.

Roman Reigns: Whoa, whoa, whoa—let’s not start pandering to these fans and hyping up things that they aren’t gonna get tonight.

The fans collectively boo in unison as the trio of Heyman, Rollins and Reigns sit back and absorb it and geed off it.

Crawling out of the sewer doesn’t give you the right to start demanding fights that you damn sure can’t win. You want to talk about the buzz you feel being back out here—and you want to talk about the last time ya’ll were fighting side by side—that’s all a waste of time. The only conversation that you should be bringing up is how the last time I saw you, I eliminated you to become the International Champion on Nitro.

Now that I think about it, Seth Rollins eliminated Shark Boy last to win the Royal Rumble this year. It looks like you two have a lot more in common than you think you do. You boys are itching for a fight, and Shark Boy has a date to get his ass kicked at Backlash. I’m not too sure this is a wise move, you are coming out of retirement to help fight Sharky’s battle, but I’d like to give you some time to reconsider your thoughts and actions. It’s not too late for you to take your British rinky dink ass back to whatever trashcan or hell hole you slithered out of. This fight you claim you want, is just going to be a glorified beat down that might have us talking to the cops again. I don’t think either of you want that tonight.



So I’d advise you two jackasses to fall back before we have to take some preventative matters to make sure this doesn’t spill into something bigger—if you get what I mean. But if you don’t understand, maybe a live action example might be enough to show you boys how we roll. You see, some people you can run up on—some people you can’t.

Reigns gets right in their faces while Seth can be heard cackling behind him. Grado and Shark Boy turn to face each other and shrug before they go on the offensive and starts laying hands on Reigns! Seth gets pushed back into the ropes, being crushed by Roman and the two and he falls out of the ring. Roman meanwhile gets Double Clotheslined to the outside and lands on Seth just as he was getting back up! The crowd is going crazy as the second week in a row, Graod and Shark Boy have sent Rollins and Reigns retreating as they head back up the ramp. Grado gives off a little dance while Shark Boy raises the double birds to them on the top rope. Heyman tells the two not to go in for a fight and helps keep them at bay, especially Roman who wants to go back in and fight. The trio walk to the back while Grado and Shark Boy celebrate as the show moves on...




The UWF cameras would cut backstage to find none other than the king of strong style himself. Pacing back and forward as his hands would run through his hair to slick it back into place. Getting him prepared for his match this evening against the a-lister himself The Miz. Another contest against another man were he aimed to make an example out of them and send a message to Ciampa, much the same as he had done so last week, he had promised to repeat it time and time again until it was done. Until Ciampa understood what this was. “Ciampa, you still hide from me.” A mutter that escaped him, as his anger was boiling within himself. At the thought that Ciampa, with everything that had been said, with everything that had been done, that Ciampa was still refusing to answer his call and take him seriously. To hold that victory over his head, as if it even meant something. “You still think you have defeated me, tell me - does this feel like a victory?” He stopped and spread his arms out to his side and stared down into the camera.

He was still standing.

He was still breathing, he was still going. That meant that it was not over. It was far from over in his mind. He still had fight within him. “ The blood of Homicide is on your hands and not my own. Last week was about you. Homicide was nothing, he meant nothing to me. Just a little man standing in my way and I crushed him, as a way to prove a point to you.” He allowed a sigh to escape him. He should not have to be lowered down to face the likes of men such as Homicide. He should not have to settle for someone like Homicide when he should be competing once again with the man that had stained his honor. With the man that walked away from him with his head held high thinking that he had truly bested him when all he has done, was cheat a victory out of him that meant nothing to no one. “Homicide was merely the first. The Miz will be next and then another and another, until you give in and give me what I want.” It was not personal. It was nothing against the man last week and the man tonight, they were just a means to an end for him.

“Ciampa this will continue. On and on it will go. I hold nothing against these men that I am leaving beaten and bloody in the ring. I hold respect for them and love for there craft…but for you Ciampa…I hold nothing more than a burning hatred that is lashing out at all around me. I can hardly even keep it within me…I don’t want to. I want everything to know Ciampa, that this will only continue, that this will only get worse. That this will not stop until you cave in and be the man you are. The man I know you can be and you give me what I want. Until then Ciampa, I will not stop and those I leave behind me…let it be on you. If they have an issue with my methods and messages, then Ciampa…is the one they should seek out, until he gives me what is mine, I will not stop…I will put everyone who stands in my way down.”

He would manage a small smirk on his face. Ciampa had started something and he was going to be the one that finished no matter what. He was going to be the one that would end this. All Ciampa had to do, was give him that one more match. That one more chance and he would be able to show him what he could do.






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.

Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...



Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.

Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!



Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.

VS


DING DING DING


The bell rings and Cena comes walking over, looking to get right into things. Danhausen however puts up his hands and tells him to stop. He reaches into his pant and pulls out a couple of ear plugs and puts them in, just in case Cena decides to do some freestyling while he's out there. He tells John to continue and Cena runs right at him. Danhausen trips him up with a Drop Toe Hold, hanging him on the middle rope. Danhausen ends up standing on his back and chokes him out with the ropes! Anything to stop those vocal chords form working. He backs off before he's disqualified and tells the ref he's doping everyone a favor.


Corey Graves: Well I can't argue there.

Tom Phillips: Sounds like there's a new fanhausen at the desk with us.

Corey Graves: Please. It's the lesser of two evils, that's all.

Mauro Ranallo: Strange considering Danhausen is very evil.


Danhausen picks up Cena and brings him to the corner where he stands on the middle rope and delivers the punches, the crowd chanting along with each hit. After about 6 though, Cena ends up lifting him off the ropes and drops him face first into the top turnbuckle! Danhausen stumbles out of the corner but doesn't go down until Cena comes flying in with a Shoulder Tackle! Danhausen pops back up only to eat another. He gets up yet again and takes a wild swing at Cena which he ducks and takes Danhausen's back, spinning him out for the Protobomb! The fans cheer as he throws his hand into the air before bending down and giving him the ol' "You Can't See Me". Cena runs to the ropes and comes back with the Five Knuckle Shuffle! He makes the pin!



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Danhausen kicks out!


Corey Graves: Imagine beating CM Punk in the main event one week, and then losing to John Cena in your next match. I'd leave and never come back.

Mauro Ranallo: You forget that Cena is a former World Champion in UWF.

Corey Graves: Those were the dark days. Anyone could have become a champion back then.

Tom Phillips: Some say especially during the Thunder days...

Corey Graves: You better be talking about Rey Mysterio.


Cena picks his opponent up and right away hoists him up onto his shoulders. Danhausen starts kicking his feet and manages to slip behind him, taking his back and shoving him towards the ropes, going for a roll up. Cena hangs on as Danhausen rolls backwards up to his feet. Cena comes at him with a Clothesline but Danhausen runs backwards and lowers the top rope causing Cena to stumble out to the floor below! Danhausen gets onto the apron and waits for Cena tro get to his feet before he runs over and kicks him in the face! He does this while signing the tune of "Tequila" by the Champs and Cena just eats all the kicks until the final note which the crowd shouts in unison "Danhausen!" before Cena gets knocked to the floor! Danhausen jumps off the apron and tosses Cena back into the ring before making the cover.



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Cena kicks out! Danhausen brings him back up to his feet and puts Cena onto his shoulders. He hasn't moved an inch and so Danhausen throws him up for the Very Nice, Very Kneevil but Cena catches his knee on the way down and back trips him up while keeping a hold of the leg. He flips Danhausen over onto his stomach and places him in the STF!


Corey Graves: Here we go! I can't believe I'm about to see this lunatic tap out to John Cena!

Tom Phillips: I actually like John Cena but I have faithausen that Danhausen will find a way.


Danhausne is scrambling for the ropes but the larger Cena has all his body weight on him, making it hard to crawl to the ropes. Danhausen tries shifting his weight from side to side to roll over but it's no use. There's only one thing left to do and so Danhausen just starts biting down on the hand of Cena's! The former Television Champion cries out in pain and breaks the hold, walking away to grab at his hand. Danhasuen gets to his feet and spins Cena around, kciking him in the gut and planting him with the Goodnighthausen! He flips Cena over and makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Danhausen!



Danhausen celebrates his win as the show moves on.




We cut to a scene of Homicide he is running sprint and Dan Lambert is yelling at him

Dan Lambert: This is what happens when you lose focus you know this Homicide. You know what happens when you lose.

Homicide has his hands on his knees tired and Lambert gets animated.

Dan Lambert: You think this is how you’ll succeed? Huh, listen to me Homicide.

Homicide looks up at Dan Lambert.

Dan Lambert: We don’t take participation wins! You know that and where did that lead you? With a bunch of stitches on your head. We want you to win titles. You came to me to become a world champion, and I’m giving you that world championship training. AGAIN!

Homicide runs his sprints and Lambert keeps talking

Dan Lambert: You got a big match against Tomasso Ciampa. If you want to be a threat in this company beating him will put you there. You are running these sprints cause of the mistakes you made. You are doing these not because you like them but because you want to be better. You’re not cut from the same breed Homicide you’re a different breed. You don’t slow down you keep moving and pushing forward ya hear me.

Homicide goes down onto one knee but he decides to get back up and keep running.

Dan Lambert: There we go! That’s what I want to see when you think about quitting what do you do? You get back up and you keep moving forward. You’re not tired the only thing that is tired is your body. Your head isn’t tired. You’re running to be better, and to be better than Ciampa. You need to keep running. Cause while Ciampa is lying in his bed enjoying the silk sheets next to his wife you’re here running. You’re here not recovering with rest but recovering with work. That’s what you’re doing. Okay, stop.

Homicide stops and he puts his hands over his head and he breathes lightly.

Dan Lambert: This right here Ciampa this is a machine you have to deal with. All I gotta say to you man is good luck because you’re going to need it.




I'M A BAD BAD BOY



Joey Janela steps out onto the ramp and begins walking out to the ring with a huge grin on his face. He begins yelling vague insults at both the fans and the people in the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Asbury Park, New Jersey. He is the Bad Boy Joey Janela!



Janela runs and jumps up onto the ring apron leaning on the ropes before leaping through and rolling into the ring landing in a kneeling position ending with a middle finger to the hard cam.



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.

Match 1

VS

Joey Janela vs Hornswoggle

Joey Janela and Hornswoggle tie up. But Joey push him down. Joey laughs as Hornswoggle is upset and he runs after him. He kick him in the leg as Joey holds his leg and Hornswoggle take advantage by hitting him with the DDT. Hornswoggle jumps on Joey's stomach and Joey grab his stomach in pain while Hornswoggle climb the turnbuckle.

Corey Graves: Oh my god, this is embarrassing. I can't believe we are about to witness a leprechaun beaten up a big man.

Tom Phillips: At least he made some effort.

Corey Graves: What is the hell wrong with you? Are you trying to defend that loser?

Mauro Ranallo: Stop bickering like a old couple you too and grow the hell up.

Hornswoggle jump off the turnbuckle and he tries to hit the Big Splash. Joey lift his knees as Hornswoggle fall down in pain and Joey wait patiently for him to get up. Hornswoggle get up and he turn around. Joey Janela hit the Superkick and Hornswoggle is knock out. People expect Joey to pin him quickly. Joey shakes his head no as he want to savior the moment. He goes up to the turnbuckle and he hits the Diving elbow drop on Hornswoggle. He hook the leg. The referee count the pin.

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and....Joey raised his hand.

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell?

Joey has a grin on his face. He goes out of the ring as he walk over to the crowd and he see a fan drinking beer while eating nacho cheese. He steal the fan's beer and nacho chips. He walk back into the ring and he walk over to Hornswoggle. He pour the beer and nacho cheese on Hornswoggle.

Tom Phillips: Oh lord, he just pour beer and nacho cheese on poor Hornswoggle.

Corey Graves: Ha Ha. That is what I called a masterpiece of work. 

Hornswoggle is now smell of beer and nacho cheese. Joey place his foot on a unconcious Hornswoggle. He flex as the referee begin the count.

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Your Winner by pinfall: Joey Janela.


Mauro Ranallo: That one was quick.

Todd Phillips: The Bad Boy didn't have no problem taking care of Hornswoggle at all.

Corey Graves: Austin Theory better watch out because Joey is going to get his revenge sooner than later.

Joey Janela gets his hands raised while Hornswoggle get up and He act like nothing have happen as he run out of the ring. He has a smell of beer and nacho cheese. He goes to steal a fan's beer and go kiss a big lady. Then lady's husband and wife chase after the smelly leprechaun. He run off and disappear. The scene fades and ends with Joey Janela giving a middle finger to the camera.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. CM Punk is just walking in from the parking garage as the crew catches up with him. He jumps backs, clutching a hand to his heart. Suffice it to say, the Straight Edge Superstar is surprised to see them.



Punk: Jesus Christ... have you guys just been hanging out here waiting for me all day? Wow. Okay. Okay. Just so we're clear, I'm not late. I was here for roll-call three hours ago, but there's this one sushi place like six blocks over I hit up every time we're in town. Nothing against catering or anything, it just... it what it is. So all you kneejerk hotshots on twitter can chill out before you even get started with the rumors and the innuendo - I was on time.

Continuing down the concrete corridor, Punk notices the camera tailing him. He keeps on speaking over his shoulder while he goes.

Punk: I've actually been thinking a lot about time lately. Ya know, the usual introspective veteran wondering if he's still got it kinda stuff. Thirty-four weeks as a World Champion - a three-way-tied for the Revolution record. Do I have time to try and top that? How long would it take me to get back into title contention anyway? How many matches are these ol' bones even gonna hold up for?

The Second City Saint pushes through a set of doors, holding one open so the cameraman can step through un-obstructed.

Punk: Then boom, outta the blue, the legendary Dean Ambrose comes home. Nobody's seen or heard from the guy in six years. Everyone thought he was dead. Nope. He's alive and well and he's looking for a fight and he found one with me. The optimist in me sees that as an inspiration - even the ones you thought were total write-offs can still come back swinging for another round. Last week, nobody was even thinking about Dean. Now? I hear people wondering if a win over yours truly doesn't punch the eight-time champ's ticket straight to title contention.

Thing is... I'm naturally a cynic. I see sand flowing through the hour glass and I'm not inclined to appreciate whatever's left in the top half so much as I'm worried about how full the bottom's getting.

I'm working on that.

I'm trying to focus on this one-day-a-time thing, forgetting about the big picture and the grand scheme, enjoying my daily bread. I came back to prove a point and I did. Mission accomplished Turn's out the tank's not empty yet. So where to now, huh? What's the next destination? What's there still left to do?

I'll tell ya what I don't have time for - and that Sami Zayn's bullshit. Kid wants to run his mouth? Welp, it's a free country I guess. I've got a bite worse than that bark, though. If he's dead set on finding how much worse, all he's gotta do is keep on flapping his gums. But like I said, one thing a time. Tonight, I've only got one thing to focus on and it's the most successful fighter this company has ever seen. If I beat him, where's that land me in the G-O-A-T conversation?

CM Punk quietly spells out the acronym to himself, "Greatest Of All Time" as he moves towards the locker room door. There's a digital clock on the wall just outside of it - there to help the boys remember this ship runs on a tight schedule and there are cues to hit. He squints at it with a curious gaze as he pushes on the door, then points at it with his other hand.

Punk: I don't know how much of it I got left, but whatever there is, I gonna make damn sure that ever second of it is Clobberin' Time.

With that, Brooks goes to get ready for his main event match. Revolution continues elsewhere.




VS



We come back from a commercial break to The Miz and Shinsuke being in the ring already, the referee rings the bell and the pair square off against each other. The Miz is in his corner and doesn’t seem to be taking Shinsuke seriously, Shinsuke for his part still looks seriously pissed off from last week. After a few seconds of waiting the pair finally meet in the middle, Miz brushes off Shinsuke, reminding him of his loss last week, this angers Shinsuke who looks away from Miz but Miz slaps Shinsuke telling him to look at him when he speaks. Shinsuke returns this with a Headbutt, crashing Miz back into the ropes before rebounding into a Lariat from Shinsuke.



Mauro Ranallo: Folks already off to an exciting start for what i’m sure will be an amazing contest between two veterans of this business.



Tom Phillips: Miz trying to play some mind games against Shinsuke at the start of the bout but Shinsuke hit him with a strong Lariat to take him down.



Corey Graves: Shinsuke is just a sore loser after last week. Miz is just reminding him who the true megastar in the WWE is and it certainly isn’t Shinsuke.



Shinsuke doesn’t go for a pin, instead locking in a rear chinlock on the Miz and taking him back down to the mat, trying to squeeze the air out of his lungs. Miz manages to get a foot on the ropes, Shinsuke forgetting to be aware of his surroundings. The referee begins his count and Shinsuke waits till four to let go, the referee getting in his face but Shinsuke brushes him off, going to pick up the Miz, Miz reverses it into an inside cradle but Shinsuke manages to kick out at two, Miz gets up first and hits a Snap DDT as Shinsuke is till on his knee. Miz goes for a cover.



1….2…..Kick Out.



Mauro Ranallo: Shinsuke getting up a shoulder just in time, that roll up into a DDT taking him by surprise, goes to show even the best wrestlers need to keep their wits about them.



Tom Phillips: I feel you’re referring that chinlock from earlier, Shinsuke was cutting off Miz’s ability to breathe but he also didn’t take the time to make sure the Miz couldn’t reach the ropes.



Corey Graves: Shinsuke is clearly still focused on last week and thats a mistake to make around the Miz, he will use every trick to win and I applaud him for it.



The Miz argues with the referee saying it was a three count but the referee brushes him off to check on Shinsuke but Miz pushes past him, the A-Lister picks up Shinsuke and whips him into the corner, Shinsuke bouncing as he hits it. Miz charges and gets ready for his corner clothesline but Shinsuke gets out the way as Miz goes crotch first into the ring post, hanging in a tree of woe position as he winces in pain, Shinsuke backs up and runs, hitting a running knee strike on the hanging Miz, causing him to flop off onto the mat, Shinsuke considers going for a pin but instead decides to go top rope and turns his back on The Miz, he seems to be prepping for a Moonsault.



Mauro Ranallo: Shinsuke Nakamura back in the fight with a devastating knee strike to a hanging Miz, just directly after Miz’s corner clothesline attempt left him feeling a pain that many men wish not to experience ever.



Tom Phillips: The Miz as always letting his ego get in the way of a good strategy, if he had kept on Shinsuke instead of letting his ego let him show of well, maybe he could have got the win over Shinsuke there but now he’s sealed his fate.



Corey Graves: Oh will you be quiet Phillips, Shinsuke has been showing off plenty in this match as well, for some reason he can’t accept that he lost last week….



Tom Phillips: May I once again remind you Graves that he lost only because Tommaso Ciampa stuck his nose in business were it didn’t belong and….



Corey Graves: Oh spare me with the semantics Phillips, no matter what way you cut it, Shinsuke is overlooking The Miz which is what a lot of people have done in the past and it costs them and its time people stop doing that.



Mauro Ranallo: Gentlemen if you want to stop this bickering, we have a match to call.



Shinsuke goes for the Moonsault but Miz gets his knees up at the very last second, driving his knees into the ribs of Shinsuke, Miz gets back to his feet and as Shinsuke is struggling on his knees to breathe, he delivers the It! Kicks to the chest of Shinsuke, driving more air out of the King of Strong Style, instead of falling down Shinsuke shouts at Miz to hit him more, Miz runs off the ropes and hits a Big Boot to the kneeling Shinsuke, finally knocking down Shinsuke, instead of going for a pin, Miz grabs Shinsukes legs, locking in a Figure Four Leglock.



Mauro Ranallo: Miz firing back with a ferocity that not many people have seen out of him before, this could be what he needs to put away Nakamura.



Tom Phillips: Perhaps I doubted The Miz initially but he has started to spark a fire within himself but will it be enough to put down Shinsuke.



Corey Graves: Phillips there we go that doubt again, you can’t deny that Miz is a great competitor and like the man he adopted this move off of, the legendary Ric Flair, he’s put many people away with this Figure Four.



As Miz wrenches with the Figure Four and Shinsuke howls in pain but then he looks out into the crowd and sees a fan wearing a Tommaso Ciampa T-Shirt and the anger begins to swell as he sees that face. Shinsuke manages to turn over onto his stomach, reversing the Figure Four to effect Miz instead, Miz shouting in pain as he grabs the rope and the hold is broken up, Miz crawls to a corner and sits in it and is met by a charging, albeit slower, knee from Shinsuke, Miz’s head crashing against the turnbuckle. Miz then slumps out the corner and is dragged into the middle of the ring by Shinsuke, Shinsuke goes to a corner and begins shaking his leg.



Mauro Ranallo: Shinsuke Nakamura turning the tide against Miz, the Figure Four clearly causing some damage to the leg of the King of Strong Style, he’s clearly setting up for that Kinshasa knee strike.



Tom Phillips: Shinsuke showing once again why he is one of the best and that his loss last week was only down to the interference of Ciampa, once again moving up the ranks of the UWF.



Corey Graves: It doesn’t matter Phillips, stop going on about the past, the Miz is the future around here and unlike Shinsuke one loss isn’t going to be all and end all.



Shinsuke prepares, he runs and hits the Kinshasa on Miz, Miz once agains slumping to the ground. Shinsuke looks like he is going to go for the pin but he sees that fan again. The fan with that T-Shirt and as Shinsuke looks at it, the rage envelops him again. Going back into the corner, Shinsuke looks like a changed man. A mask of rage on his face as he screams once again for the Kinshasa but this time Miz reverses it into an Inside Cradle.



1….2…..3….



Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS BOUT…… THE MIZ



Miz rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp as the referee joins him to lift up his arm. In the ring Shinsuke is kneeling and looks defeated, once again his anger cost him a match.


Mauro Ranallo: Well it seems Shinsuke let his anger get ahead of him. Our replay shows him looking at a fan with a Ciampa T-shirt just before that final Kinshasa which Miz managed to reverse into that Inside Cradle.



Tom Phillips: Miz once again manages to pull out a win with a sneaky pin but we cant rule out once again Shinsukes anger getting the best of him and this time its put down as a pinfall.



Corey Graves: The genius of the Miz shines through once again, he knew his gameplan coming into this match and it paid dividends for him. Maybe Ciampa should be looking out for him instead of worrying about Shinsuke.



The camera focuses one more time on Miz celebrating on the ramp as we move on in the show.






The live feed switches to a place outside the arena. Sami Zayn comes out to a podium, a press conference of sorts. He taps the mic to make sure it's working before he begins to speak.



Sami Zayn: Hello everyone. Thank you for attending this very important press conference. I know there's a lot of rumors swirling around about the meaning behind it all so let me get this out of the way right off the bat. i am not retiring. I know you all saw last week when Punk grabbed me by my collar. He jolted me forward and it caused a strain on my neck. I think I heard a pop but I can still move my head just fine so I'm fully expecting to continue on my journey to become UWF Champion.

There's very light and sparse applause but Sami reacts to it like he just got a standing ovation.

Sami Zayn: Thank you but please, I'd like to get to the issue tonight. Let it be known that today, May 12th, 2022 that I Sami Zayn am officially suing the Ultimate Wrestling Federation for gross negligence, favoritism and a conspiracy to ruin my career. We all know about those "medical issues" that kept me out of the ring for nearly a year. I was always ready to go but EC3 had me on the sidelines to make things seem more competitive. He took over this company because he wanted people to fight fair. To see who truly deserves to be on top. He promised no returning veterans would swoop in and claim main events they didn't work for but look at Dean Ambrose!

If that wasn't enough, for weeks Seth Rollins allegedly nearly killed people and he did nothing about it. He let chaos engulf this promotions for a ratings boost. Since Seth was found not guilty, I wouldn't be surprised if it was all just a ploy to get him and CM Punk more media attention. Why else would Punk just suddenly drop his hunt for revenge. Two men he respected just got taken out, probably for good and now he's all no big deal about it? I'm sorry but I can no longer stand by and just let this all happen. I'd like to answer some questions but I have a prior engagement to commentate a match later tonight. Thank you all for coming.

Sami leaves as reporters are yelling out questions. Sami just smiles and waves as he leaves and the scene fades out.







As Psycho Killer blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage. The crowd boos loudly,  Ciampa hold the Intercontinental Championship in the air and shouts "THIS IS MY MOMENT"


Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring 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 he makes his way to the ring. 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 off.



"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.

VS


DING DING DING


As soon as the bell ring, Both men come right to the center of the ring and start swingeing away. Homicide just sees red, wanting to hurt the man who caused his attack last week while Ciampa, well he's a fighting champion looking to beat respect into others. Neither man is willing to give an inch and the ref doesn't even bother telling them no closed fists, he knows he can't control either of them. Being the bigger of the two, Ciampa seems to be getting the better of the two, slowly backing Homicide into the corner but the former Cartel member is scrappy. He sidesteps and shoves Ciampa into the corner and starts giving him some kicks, knocking him to a seated position. Homicide walks to the other side of the ring and comes running back with a Canonball in the corner! He drags Tommaso out of the corner but instead of going for the pin, he just starts punching him in the head again.


Mauro Ranallo: Homicide said he was going to give Ciampa 15 stitches and I for one think he's going to deliver on that promise.

Corey Graves: He's always had anger issues. Put him with a hot head like Dan Lambert and I can only imagine how awful this run is going to be.


Ciampa rolls away to the outside to escape the onslaught but Homicide isn't just about to let him go. He exits out onto the apron and gives him a Diving Double Axe Handle to the back of the neck! Ciampa goes down, that surgically repaired neck always being a weak point. Homicide grabs him by the ears and pulls him back up. He talks some trash before he goes to throw him into the steel steps but Ciampa reverse and Homicide smashes into them shoulder first! He rests against them but that's a bad idea. Ciampa comes running forward to deliver a boot to the head, squishing Homicide's face in between his boot and the steel steps! Ciampa picks him up and tosses him back into the ring, following him in to make the pin.



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Homicide kicks out! Ciampa brings him up and he's looking to end things quick, hooking both arms and setting up for the Fairy Tale Ending. Homicide however drops to a knee to prevent himself from being lifted. Ciampa instead just falls down and nails him with a Spike Piledriver right on his head! Ciampa goes to make the pin but there's a bit of a roar throughout the crowd and Ciampa sees on the stage that none other than Shinsuke Nakamura has walked out and started watching him, much like Ciampa did last week.


Mauro Ranallo: Look at who's decided to make his presence known.

Tom Phillips: After what he did to Homicide, last week, I'm not sure I'd be so fast to show my face to him again.

Corey Graves: Please. He's only named Homicide to make him seem more threatening. This guy is nothing more than a common thug.


Ciampa stares down Nakamura as he picks up Homicide. He lifts him up in a powerbomb position but Homicide starts fighting back with some right hand shots to the top of the head before he shifts his body weight back to hit a Hurrincanrana! Ciampa is a little dizzy from the takedown that when he gets up, he doesn't notice Homicide running at him, taking him down with the West Brooklyn Lariat! Homicide starts to just kick at him until Ciampa exits the ring to get away from him. Homicide stays on the attack and catches up to the Intercontinental Champion every few steps to blast him in the face and send him walking away. Nakamura starts to creep down the ramp to get a better look and Homicide seems to finally notice him. He starts shaking his head and mutters quite a few cuss words to himself. Nakamura takes the hint and takes a few steps back with his hands raised, as if to tell Homicide he means no harm.

The former Cartel member brings his focus back to Ciampa but the slight distraction costs him as Ciampa levels him with such a hard punch to the gut that he goes down on all fours, gasping for air. Ciampa comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his stomach, deadlifting him up into a German Suplex on the outside! There's a sick thud as his body hits the floor and Ciampa gets a smile acros his face. He picks up Homicide and throws him back into the ring, taking a second to stare down Nakamura before climbing back in. Homicide is crawling towards the ropes but Ciamap comes up behind him and lifts him up by his pants. Homicide throws a Back Elbow that stuns him long enough to get hit with the Gringo Cutter! He turns him around to make the pin!



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Ciampa kicks out! Homicide brings him up and goes back to back with him, hooking his arms before spinning out to set him up for the Gringo Killer but Ciampa keeps his feet planted on the mat to keep all his weight down on Homicide's back. The Notorious 187 can't lift the weight up and so he simply pushes Ciampa off. Tommaso runs to the ropes and comes back with a stiff Discus Lariat, turning his opponent inside out! Ciampa looks to Nakamura and points right at him before grabbing Homicide and dragging him over to the corner. He walks away from him before darting back over to deliver a Running Knee to the face! Homicide looks out of it but Ciampa runs back to the other corner and comes running back to connect with another Knee! He drags Homicide away from the ropes and makes the pin!



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Homicide gets the shoulder up at 2! Ciampa grabs the arm and flips Homicide over onto his stomach to place him in the Sicilian Stretch! This peaks Nakamura's interest as he walks up closer to the ring, standing by the apron. Homicide sees him but Dan Lambert walks over in front of Nakamura to shout some words of encouragement. Well not really encouragement but more words to make him man up. With both arms pinned behind him, he can't reach for the ropes so he does the next best thing and pushes his weight all the way back to flip onto him and pin Ciampa's shoulders to the mat!



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Ciampa releases the hold to get the shoulder up in time!


Mauro Ranallo: Smart move there by Homicide.

Corey Graves: No, a smart move would have been to tap out. He can't beat the champ so all he's doing is prolonging his misery.


Homicide crawls over to the ropes where Nakamura is at and talks some shit, causing Shinsuke to smile back at him. Homicide gets to his feet and turns around to see Ciampa running at him. He sidesteps him pushes him to the side causing Ciampa to go through the ropes and take out Nakamura on the outside! Not what the Intercontinental Champion was looking to do but he smiles anyways. He turns around and Homicide slingshots out of the ring into a Hurrincanrana on the floor! Homicide is feeling hype as shit and picks up Ciampa to throw him back into the ring. He slides in after him and picks him up in a powerbomb position, walking towards the corner and delivering the F-Bomb! Ciampa falls face first from the impact and lays there as Homicide walks to the opposite corner. He starts to measure Ciampa, the champion slowly getting to his feet. Once he's up, Homicide comes running at him, looking for the Running Flying Knee! Before he can make impact, Ciampa's foot is grabbed and he's pulled down to the outside! He's then blasted in the face by a knee from Shinsuke Nakamura!



DING DING DING DING DING!



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by Disqualification, Tomasso Ciampa!



Nakamura is standing over Ciampa and delivers multiple elbows to the head. Homicide however is pissed and he dives out of the ring, taking out Nakamura with a Suicide Dive! Homicide starts beating on Shinsuke, getting some revenge for the prolonged attack last week. Nakamura tries to escape and slides into the ring but Homicide is right behind him. He spins Shinsuke around and just straight kicks him right in the balls! Shinsuke falls to his knees and Homicide turns around and hooks his arms lifting him up and hitting the Gringo Killer! Ciampa comes into the ring and sees the downed Nakamura. He looks at Homicide who gives him a nod. Ciampa walks over and picks up Shinsuke to deliver the Fairy Tale Ending! Ciampa gets to his feet and offers his hand to Homicide. He steps forward and shakes his hand until he pulls him in for the Gringo Cutter! Homicide yells all sorts of expletives at both men and flips them off before leaving the ring muttering to himself as Dan Lambert follows behind him. Ciampa and Nakamura are both down in the ring and officials check on them. It's awhile before either of them move. Nakamura is helped up but he shoves the referees away and opts to walk to the back himself.

Ciampa is helped up and he too shoves away the refs until he handed his championship. Looking down at Goldie which now has a spot of blood on her. A mad smirk crosses his face as he begins to chuckle slightly. He beckons for a mic and one is handed to him.





Ciampa: Well it seems like this situation just got a lot more complicated for us Goldie. Before we just had Shinsuke to deal with, now we got Homicide involved. A man who demanded respect and when I offer him it, he hits me with that and leaves me lying on the ground. You see this is why I don’t give respect to people who don’t deserve it, to those I don’t deem worthy of it. I thought Homicide was a different man but now I know all your talk about respect is a bunch of bull and I won’t stand for it.



Ciampa would use the ropes to leverage himself up, the referees go to help but Ciampa waves them off, wanting to stand on his own feet alone.



Ciampa: Then on the other end I have a psychopath in Shinsuke trying to claim that he deserves a rematch against me but Shinsuke you don’t deserve anything after what you pulled this week but the thing is now you got me angry. You came down to my ring when I was conducting my business and you stick your nose in it and I guess this makes me a hypocrite after last week but I won’t stand for that, as a man I can’t stand here and allow both of you to disrespect me like that.



Limping to the middle of the ring, Ciampa would look down at Goldie and shake his head again before smirking.



Ciampa: So, it seems we all have our problems with each other. Shinsuke wants another match for a championship he feels belongs to him, finally get a crown for a self proclaimed King and Homicide sees himself as a Warrior, a man with a battle to win, a war to end but he doesn’t realise he’s stuck between a much bigger conflict but that conflict is going to come to an end and there’s only going to be one man standing when its all said and done, I intend that man to be me.



Ciampa: When will this conflict end, the three of us could drag on for months to come or we can end it soon. Backlash is just round the corner now and I find myself in needs of contenders, so at Backlash i’m putting up my Goldie in a triple threat match: Shinsuke Nakamura vs Homicide vs Me in a battle to end the war. Trust me Gentlemen this conflict is coming to an end and when its all over, when the ash settles. It’s going to be me left standing and the both of you will show me the respect I deserve.



With that Psycho Killer blasts over the speakers again as Ciampa is led back up the ramp, turning one last time to lift the Intercontinental Championship






Revolution cuts backstage to an interview area where we see Kayla Braxton with a microphone in hand.

Kayla Braxton
Please welcome my guest at this time, Edge!

As Edge slips into frame, we hear a small chorus of boos from the arena before Kayla takes back control.

Kayla Braxton
Tonight you’ve got a match for the Prime Time Medal against the defending Medal holder, Austin Theory. How do you feel only a handful of matches back in the UWF with a championship opportunity in front of you?

Edge
Honestly Kayla, I feel vindicated. I wasn’t sure when exactly I’d be back before Wrestlemania, as my talks with EC3 fell into the murky “sometime after Wrestlemania” territory. Who knows if I’d have even come back by now if it wasn’t for Eita calling me out. Yet despite all of the doubt, both external and even internal, I made my choice and didn’t look back. And the gamble paid off pretty big I’d say.

Kayla Braxton
Do you feel like you’re still gambling, taking on Austin Theory, another superstar who entered the UWF at the same time as your return? Or do you feel like you’re fully back in the swing of things by now?

Edge takes a moment to think before answering.

Edge
You know, I’d like to believe I’m fully back to 100 percent, but that’s based on my old thoughts on what me at 100 percent looks like. This feels more like a…renaissance for me than a return to form. In regards to racing Theory, he’s a young talent who has a bright future in front of him. But I’m not facing the future, I’m here in the present. So he’d better make sure he’s turned some of that potential talent into actual skills for our match, otherwise he’ll be turned into a footnote in my past.

Kayla Braxton
Speaking of the future, what do you think yours has in store for you, Edge? You’ve had some choice words for those in the hunt for the Intercontinental Championship while addressing your opponent tonight. Do you think you might be looking too far ahead?

Edge scoffs at the question being asked of him before answering.

Edge
Kayla…I’m an opportunist. The ultimate one, at that. I see a group squabbling for one thing, and I know they’re stretching themselves thin. If any of them want to heed my words and be smart about how they approach their pursuit of, or defense of, the Intercontinental title, I’d call them wise. But if they want to ignore me as some old fart going senile, they’ll have be on a downward spiral before too long. I’m not the one that’s farsighted, they’re the ones being too nearsighted. Hell, even Austin Theory is calling the same shot, but we’re not telling him he’s jumping the gun, are we?

Edge’s question comes with a burning glare in Kayla’s direction, which leads to a quick and exaggerated head shake from the interviewer.

Edge
So, is that all you have for me today?

Kayla Braxton
Actually, I have one final question for you, Edge. You’ve come back to the UWF after a lengthy hiatus, however you seem like you’re trying to pick up where you left off around 5 years ago. Do you believe you can capture lightning in a bottle from those times, or do you believe that your family situation outside of the ring may be softening you up?

Edge’s glare goes from fiery and direct to icy and distant. Edge’s eyes widen and almost turn glassy as he attempts to formulate a response to this final question, but before he can compose himself, there’s an interruption…



Danhausen
Greetings to you Sledge! Uhh… Danhausen has come to you today in order to apologize for the mishap that occurred on last week’s Ultimate Wrestling programming. Whilst Danhausen admittedly had no way of knowing that you were standing right on the other side of the doorway he was trying to pass through, he accepts that he may have been moving at a rate of noughthausens that could be considered dangerous. So as a gesture of good will, please allow Danhausen to present you with this very nice, very evil trinket, as a replacement for the one that was broken last week.
With a bag in hand, Danhausen reaches in and pulls out a mug, only instead of being a pretty design like the one Edge had to hand last week, this one is decorated with Danhausen’s face and name all over it. As Edge takes a hold of the mug, looking somewhat unimpressed in the process, Danhausen’s face suddenly lights up as he thinks he’s managed to make peace with the Ultimate Opportunist.
Danhausen
As you can see, this is a brand new specially commissioned Danhausen design, which can also be found on shopultimatewrestling.org.com.net. Please, please, take it, this is a luxury item and should be treated as such.
As Edge continues to look at the mug, suddenly out of the blue he turns around and launches it at a nearby wall, smashing it into countless pieces. Danhausen’s jaw suddenly drops and his facial expression turns to that of horror.
Danhausen
Argh! What the hellhausen!? That was a precious entity! Despite what you might think Sledge, Danhausen’s good will is not something that’s there to be taken advantage of! Now dig into those pockethausens of yours and cough up please!

Danhausen sticks his open palm out, fully expecting to receive payment for the now broken mug. Edge on the other hand thinks otherwise and instead just stares daggers at Danhausen for a few moments before walking away. Danhausen appears completely outraged and flabbergasted at what just went down as he goes to pick up the broken pieces of the mug with the camera then fading out to a commercial.




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is for the UWF Prime Time Medal!


YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME


A familiar phrase echoes throughout the arena, leading into the bassline of "Hysteria" by Muse. Smoke fills the stage and before long, a figure walks out from behind the stage into the smoke. No bounding from one side to the other, Edge moves slowly, like a predator taking in his surroundings in order to best pounce on his prey. The crowd is not shy with their disdain for the Ultimate Opportunist, showering him in boos as he stalks down the ramp. Halfway down, he pauses, crouching low, his face contorting as he bares his fangs and in one motion, uncoils upwards, his hands held high with devil horns as pyro explodes behind him.


As the pyro finishes exploding, Edge slowly brings his head back to level and walks towards the ring. Only a few steps away, he runs and slides into the ring and as he moves towards a turnbuckle to pose and soak in more hate and boos, the ring announcer chimes in.

Chimel Introducing first... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the Ultimate Opportunist, Edge!

Edge turns his attention towards the entrance ramp as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.




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.

1-2,
1-2,
1-2,
ah-ha.



Chimel: And his opponent... from McDonough, Georgia, weighing in at 220 pounds... the UWF Prime Time Medalist... 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.

Theory hands off his Medal to the Ref, giving it a little good luck smooch first. Edge stars him down with some cold, calculating eyes while Chimel bails. The Official then calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


The competitors circle each other, each rotation seeing the gap close a few inches. Universal gravitation or whatever. Our capacity crowd is split on which of two they despise more. Pockets of "LETS GO THEORY" and "LETS GOD EDGE" chants dual from factions of the UWF Universe who would rather see one lose than the other, but the punctuating "YOU BOTH SUCK" chant coming after both is by far the loudest.

Before long, Medalist and Contender get close enough to lock-up. It's a classic collar-and-elbow, as Gord intended all bouts to begin. Edge's size advantage is immediately apparent, but before he can bully Theory too much, the Blue Chip Prospect slides out of his grip, dips behind him and Small Package's the Rated R Superstar with a flash pin attempt! The Referee is as caught off guard as Edge, but he hastily drops to make the count...



1...



Edge powers out one and rolls away. Theory gracefully kips up to his feet and wags a warning finger at his opponent, cocksure smile smeared across that smug little face of his.


Phillips: No one minute into this match, and we've already been introduced to what could well be the story of this encounter - this size and strength of Edge against the speed and agility of Theory.

Ranallo: I think it might end up going deeper than that, Tom. We've seen a mean streak from the Rated R Superstar since his return last month - taking a career-long need for victory and validation to dangerous new levels. Conversely, Theory has proven to be cunning beyond his years when it comes to finding his way into the winner's circle. This could get interesting.

Graves: Worth noting that neither man has suffered defeat on Revolution. With the Prime Time Medal on the line, something's gotta give.


Edge nods like "Okay, I see what ya got, kid" and comes right back at him. Theory's happy to engage in a second lock-up, bolstered by the confidence that he so easily capitalized on the first. Before he can pull any fast ones this time, however, Edge pulls back an arm and decks the young gun across the jaw with a forearm shiver.

Austin is spun around by the blow. Edge catches him on the shoulders and drops down, planting the Prime Time Medalist into the canvas with an Edge-O-Matic. There's a pin to be tried for, a leg just begging to be hooked - even the Ref looks like he's waiting for the Ultimate Opportunist the shoot the half.

That ain't the case, though. Not yet. Instead, Edge peels Theory off of the mat, grabs him by the trunks and just launches him through the ropes. Austin tumbles out, smacking against the apron on the way down before colliding with the floor. The Official pleas with Edge to keep the action in the ring and then goes to check on the O.B. competitor.


Graves: Edge just tossed Theory out lie he was yesterday's trash.

Ranallo: The Canuck made it clear that he holds the Prime Time Medalist in about that esteem in the lead-up to this contest.


The Referee is starting up a ten count, but before he's even at four, Theory is already getting up to his feet, so it won't be necessary. Edge hasn't followed him out, but the moment he sees Austin is vertical, he rushes over. The Rated R Superstar sends him in between the lower and middle rope while holding on to the top, swinging his feet down and out with a pendulum-like dropkick to plant his two huge boots right into the Medalist's torso!

Theory is rocketed back right into the commentary table, sending the three-man team running for the hills.


Phillips: This is getting a little too close for comfort!

Ranallo: I've been begging them to move our station to the stage for years now, but Palmer Canon never returns my emails.


Now that business is starting to pick up, the fans are getting more into the match. Maybe they don't like the guys involved - the violence is still entertaining.

The Rated R Superstar grabs Theory by the back of the head, aiming to faceplant him on the table. Austin counters with an elbow to the midsection. That doubles Edge over, leaving him prone to a knee right to the chin. The Blue Chipper then grabs a handful of those glorious blonde locks and slams the Canadian's mug right into the table! He doesn't even take the cover off first. Did anyone ever find out what those are called?

Austin follows up by rolling the dazed Edge on to the surface. He knocks off the monitors and notes as he goes. Theory gives him a few more punches to the head for good measure to keep him down while the Referee rattles off his ten count in the distance. It's up to three already!


3...


4...


The Prime Time Medalist vaults himself on to the barricade beside the table. Even some of the more resentful fans can't help but pop for getting to be so close to a famous person.


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Theory reaches down and snatches the phone out of a fan trying to get a shot. He takes a quick selfie, making sure to catch the prone Edge in the background, then tosses said phone back into the crowd - not necessarily back to the person he yanked it from.


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Austin then throws caution to the wind and his body to the air, launching backwards head-over-heels to come crashing down on Edge through the table with a gosh dang Moonsault!


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The fans pop big for the wreckage! Edge is gasping for air, blood trickling out of his mouth. Theory's clutching his own ribs cause that kinda nonsense comes with a price, brother.


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The tolling of the ten count catches Austin's ear. He knows he's running out of time. Rallying up all the strength he can muster, Theory grabs Edge by the trunks and drags him towards the squared circle.


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He manages to get him under the ropes just in time to beat the count! He slides in right after and quickly goes for a pin. The Referee counts it...



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Edge kicks out at two!


Phillips: Theory nearly had him! If he had just gotten there a little bit quicker!

Graves: I have to say, I'm surprised to see Theory even go for high-risk maneuver like that. The most impressive thing about his winning performance at Wrestlemania was the way he avoided damage.

Ranallo: To take nothing away from his past opponents, stepping into the ring against a multiple-time world champion might be bringing out a different level from the Prime Time Medalist, or at least he's trying to be unpredictable against a relentless student of the game.


Theory sits up, holding three fingers at the Ref. The third man shakes his head "no" and Theory drops two digits to flip him off. Rude.

Edge is starting to stir and Austin decides its time to finish him off for good. He slowly gets to his feet, hauling up the Ultimate Opportunist with him. With no shortage of effort, he hoists Edge up on to his shoulders, thinking about some ATL action.

Theory helicopters Edge around to go for his TKO, but the Contender is able to evade certain defeat by slipping off and landing on his feet at the last possible moment. Austin turns around to see what's up and takes a boot to the tummy for his troubles. Edge tucks his head into his side, obviously aiming for the Edgecution.

Just as he lifts him up for the specialized DDT, though, Austin shifts his momentum and pulls Edge down and over, snagging himself another Small Package! He's got it in tight! The Referee slides in for the count...



Phillips: He's gonna steal the win here!



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Graves: This could be the biggest win of the Blue Chipper's career!



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Ranallo: Theory retains the Prime Time Medal!



No! Edge powers out in the knick of time and counters the pinfall with one of his own, rolling Austin's shoulders in the mat and pressing down hard.


Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Reversal from Edge!

Phillips: I thin he's got it!



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Theory bursts free milliseconds before the final count! He uses Edge's overzealous pressure against him, shifting him over to roll him up one more time! The Referee is so caught up in the sudden switches that he doesn't even notice Austin reaching over and grabbing hold of the ropes for extra leverage!



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BOOM! WHAT? HUH? The count is broken up when some shady character in a black hoodie hops the guardrail, snags the Prime Time Medal from the timekeeper's table, runs over and blasts Theory in the face with it while he's holding the ropes! The people are shocked! The Referee didn't see a gosh dang thing and the attacker drops outta sight!


Graves: What the - WHO the hell was that?

Ranallo: Whoever it was just cost Austin Theory the win!

Phillips: He was cheating anyway!


Theory stumbles to his feet like a punch drunk boxer. He doesn't even know what state he's in. Edge isn't exactly sure what's going on, but he doesn't stop to figure it out. The dazed Medalist is prime pick'ens for his signature move - Edge doesn't hesitate to run him down with a humongous SPEAR~!

The tackle plants Austin into the mat. Edge hooks both legs deep to make the cover while the fans boo their lil hearts out...



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DING DING!




YOUR WINNER...
AND NEW PRIME TIME MEDALIST...
EDGE!


Edge stands up on shaky legs to get his hand raised in victory. "Hysteria" is matched decibel for decibel by an irate crowd, who are pissed to see him win as much as they are upset to see a competitive match end in such shenanigans. The Time Keeper has to collect the Prime Time Medal off of the floor so he can hand it to the Official to present to Edge. The Ultimate Opportunist clutches it to his chest with a death grip and absconds with it up the ramp, scary-laughing like the unhinged maniac he is.


Ranallo; Edge remains undefeated at the expense of Austin Theory's streak.

Phillips: EC3 needs to seriously consider reviewing and over-turning the result here. It should at least be a no-contest!

Graves: I don't think so, Phillips. Edge just proved why he's the Ultimate Opportunist and judging by the look we just saw in his eyes, nobody's taking that Medal away from him.


Theory's eyes finally blink open. The dreadful moment starts to sink in. He sits up, searching around the arena - at the Referee, the fans - hoping someone can give him an explanation. It's then that the hooded figure stands up at the edge of the apron. He pulls off the disguise to reveal his identity...





Ranallo: It's Joey Janela! The Bad Boy cost Austin Theory his Prime Time Medal!

Graves: These two have been at odds for weeks now. Theory upstaged Janela at Mania and then beat him to win the Medal in the first place. Joey promised come comeuppance and it looks like he just made good.


Janela grins at the battered Theory then waves good-bye as he hops over the guardrail and leaves through the crowd. Austin watches him go, fuming, face red with every shade of vengeful thinking imaginable. Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene shows someone coming out of the women's locker room. It shows Hornswoggle running out as AJ Lee comes out and she is screaming at him.



Hornswoggle: HA HA HA HA HA



AJ Lee: I am going to kill you!!! You sick pervert!!!

The scene fades and ends with Hornswoggle running off with AJ's panties.

The scene opens with Randy Orton wearing a hoodle and he is staring at the camera.


Well, Hello UWF. It's your UWF TV Champion. I honestly know I didn't successfully defeat Shark Boy last week. But make no mistake, He and I will meet again one day in the near future. I can promise you that the next time we will meet, I will be the one getting my hand raised up in victory. But other than that. I have other matters that I have to discuss. As you see, I would like to address the former UWF TV Champion himself Hornswoggle. I have a proposition for you little man. Not only will I will be extremely happy to hand you as title shot to face me for my UWF TV Championship. I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself. I am going to give you to prove to me and everyone that you are man enough to win a championship again. But even though, I am giving you a title shot for my championship for free. It doesn't mean you won't have to do anything to earn it. The only reason why I am doing it because I have heard you have been stalking my woman and you have been stealing her panties. I am not only going to murder you in your own blood. I will make sure you regret getting involved in my business because you have just made it personal. That is why I am going to have you be prepared to face me so you can be nice and healthy for our title match. And believe me Hornswoggle, I will makes sure you regret stalking my woman you little piece of shit. Next week, you will face a mystery opponent of my choosing before we face off for my UWF TV Championship. If you can either win or impress me in your match against your mystery opponent. I can guarantee you that not only will you still get your title shot against me. I will promise you that we both will have a far championship match at the next PPV. So to end this. I wish you good luck on winning your opponent because you are going to need it. As for my reign ass UWF TV Championship goes, I can promise you and you or anybody won't be able stop my reign of terror anytime soon. And I can promise I will be collecting more blood and more bloody victims in UWF. At the end of the night, everyone will fear the Devil himself...UWF TV Champion Randy Orton!!!!

The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton giving a evil stare into the camera.




After a few moments of the camera hovering on its current position, it fades out to a black screen. This remains the case for about a second or two, until the scene properly cuts into a hillside view, the sun setting in the background of the shot, while the foreground is taken up by a single gravestone that sits at the hill's peak. The text on it is illegible, having clearly suffered from years of neglectful maintenance judging by the moss and vines covering the stone.

After some time of the camera hovering on this shot, however, the sound of laughter can be heard from behind the viewpoint, with the source of this on the move, circling around the camera as the noise becomes more dominant on the left side of the viewers' hearing, before they walk into the shot completely.



With Trevor Lee now stood front-and-center of the camera, his laughter slows to a crawl, before finally stopping completely, his stare trained on the lens of the camera.

TREVOR LEE: "Well, well, well, well, well, ladies, gentlemen, and everybody else...ain't this just the prettiest sight you've ever seen in your lives? The settin' sun on this here hill, the grave sittin' up here bein' lost to time...ain't this somethin'?

Another laugh from Lee, but this time it doesn't last as long as he turns to the gravestone.

TREVOR LEE: "...This gravestone used to be quite important to this here town, don'cha know? Was a real big part of the history of this town...but now? Well...now this lil' town is about as well off as the gravestone up here on this hill. What a shame that is, what a gosh darn shame..."

Lee shakes his head at this remark.

TREVOR LEE: "But y'know what? I grew up in this here town, folks. Same as my daddy, same as my grandpappy, same as every man in my family did, and I'll be damned to hell if I'm gonna just stand by and let this place crumble around me. So UWF, I hope y'all come down to this lil' town of mine, this place o' mine called Harlan, sometime soon~! But uh, just as a friendly lil' word of warnin' to y'all?"

After a second, the camera comes in real close to Trevor, a neutral, if somewhat angered expression, crossing his visage.

TREVOR LEE: "Anyone who steps into Harlan...they never leave here alive..."

With his warning given to the fans, Trevor Lee is right back to smiling for the camera as it cuts elsewhere...




Mauro Ranallo: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our main event tonight but as was spoken about earlier, i'd like to introduce our special guest commentator, Sami Zayn!

Corey Graves: Come on that's not introduction. He is one of the greatest of all time. One half of the undeniably greatest tag team of all time and he's our Forever Champion, Sami Zayn!



Sami Zayn: Thank you Corey, glad some people have time to show me my proper respect.

Mauro Ranallo: I respect you Sami it's just that I think people are more interested about your announcement earlier tonight.

Sami Zayn: I'll speak to that later but tonight we have a huge main event that I want to get my eyes on.







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The Big X ignites the titantron while "Baba O'Riley" blasts through the speakers, strobes flashing to match the spastic, rolling synth loop. CM Punk bursts out on to the ramp when the piano kicks in. That harmonized energy is infectious for the capacity crowd. The fans are on their feet and cheering as Punk takes a knee on the ramp to check his wrist...







It's Clobberin' Time! The Second City Saint marches down the ramp, ready for a fight.



Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... CM PUNK!



Punk scales the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands perched with one foot on the middle rope and one on the tope, hand to eyebrow as he surveys the audience. The song breaks for that famous chorus line, which the crowd joyfully sings along with. When the guitar kicks back in, Brooks flings himself over the top rope to enter the squared circle. He claps Tony on the shoulder as he passes by, making his rounds in the ring while preparing for the match ahead.






"My Own Summer (Shove It)" hits the arena PA and the fans hit their feet. While the man whom this theme represents was always a divisive figure, his return to the UWF ring is hotly anticipated. The cameras key in on the stage as Ambrose's 'tron plays, but he's not there. After a few long, awkward moments, the cameras eventually find Ambrose walking through the crowd.







Tony Chimel: From Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing 224 pounds, Dean AMBROSE!



Ambrose hops the barricade and enters the ring, then pulls off his vest and tosses it to the crowd. He performs some pre-match stretches ahead of the match.

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The bell sounds and the crowd are at fever pitch for this match with many historical implications as two of the most decorated men to ever grace the UWF ring meet in its centre. Ambrose is cracking his knuckles, he tells Punk to put them up, Punk being the smart-ass as always mocks Ambrose but is met squarely with a clenched fist to the eye that sends him reeling back into the corner. Ambrose waits for Punk to look round, Punk's eyebrow has been cut a little bit. Punk nods his head and puts his fists up to his face as both men now meet in the centre of the ring again. Punk wipes the blood from his eye but as he does Ambrose cracks him again, and again and forces him back into the corner. Ambrose fires away with shots to the gut and head, alternating with doubling blows to each before the referee steps in to pull him away. Ambrose lets out a roar as if it's freeing for him to get back into the UWF ring and to finally find a fight he's been spoiling for since his UWF return was made official.


Mauro Ranallo: To many it seemed like Dean Ambrose would never set foot in a UWF ring again but here he is.

Sami Zayn: Not to sound like a conspiracy theorist or anything but if I had to guess, he's been better for years now and just heard about them potentially remolding his face on UWF's Mount Rushmore with me so he had to come back and get some relevance.

Corey Graves: Wow I've never even considering that but it makes perfect sense!


Ambrose goes after Punk who is still reeling in the corner and goes to throw another right hand but Punk doubles under and turns Ambrose into the corner. He hits him with some knife edged chops before he takes a few steps back and runs at Ambrose before hitting him with the high knee. Punk signals for the Running Bulldog but Ambrose reverses stopping Punk in mid-air before he drops back to the canvas hard dropping Punk with the Belly to Back Suplex. Ambrose then wastes as little time as possible mounting Punk and again dropping fist after fist into Punk's head until the referee once again steps in and this time has a stern word with Ambrose in the corner. Ambrose steps back into his corner as calm as can be. He yells at Punk to get up and fight him as the referee checks on the former UWF Champion. Punk nods that's good to continue as he uses the ropes to get to his feet. He signals for Ambrose to come at him. Ambrose obliges but as he leans in to get Punk the wiley competitor drops back and pulls Ambrose by the belt of his jeans and sends him careering through the ropes and spilling out to the floor below. Punk then gets to his feet and yells over the ropes at Ambrose 'you want a fight?, you got it' before he hits the ropes and comes bounding at Ambrose before diving through the ropes and onto Dean with the Suicide Dive knocking Ambrose into the barricade and to the cold hard floor below.


Sami Zayn: A suicide dive. Probably one of the easiest telegraphed moves there could be. Maybe he did just wake up. Ring rust is a thing. Despite being in perfect shape, I did take me awhile to regain my footing after being away for so long.


Punk gets back to his feet and grabs Ambrose by the head before sending him flying over the steel ring steps, crashing one of UWF's most successful superstars knees into them on the way over. Punk stops for a little bit just to glare at Sami Zayn before he picks Ambrose up again. Continuing to look at Sami, Punk goes to smash Ambrose's head off of the announce table but perhaps the distraction is too much as Ambrose fights Punk off with some shots to the kidney before throwing him backwards into the outside of the ring. Punk drops to his knees in agony but Ambrose doesn't let up as he grabs Punk by the head and sends him over the announce table crashing into the commentary team including Sami Zayn. Ambrose rolls into the ring and rolls back out breaking the count before he goes back after Punk. Ambrose grabs Punk by the head and throws him to the ground before jumping up on the table himself. Ambrose readies himself as Punk gets to his feet before jumping off and cracking Punk over the head with a big elbow from the announce table.


Sami Zayn: Did you guys just see that? CM Punk just tried to take a cheap shot at me!

Tom Phillips: Ambrose threw him into all of us.

Sami Zayn: I saw Punk dive at me! Just another thing to add to this lawsuit.

Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of that lawsuit...

Sami Zayn: Not right now Mauro, i'm trying to watch this match.


Ambrose is all smiles as he grabs Punk by the head and throws him into the ring. He stands over Punk and mocks him, he's asking it that's all he's got and that he came back for a fight. Ambrose goes to grab at Punk but is suddenly pulled into CM Punk's guard!. Using his jiu-jitsu training from the Gracie Academy he manoeuvres Ambrose into a Triangle Choke attempt but Ambrose fights, but Punk simply transitions. He's bloody and bruised but he has professional MMA experience and training and he uses it well, CM Punk transitions into an Omaplata shoulder-hold forcing Ambrose onto his face with his arm manipulated the wrong way between Punk's legs. Ambrose is groaning in pain as Punk reaches over to the other arm and turns Ambrose around letting go of the arm between the legs and going for his signature Anaconda Vice! Punk locks it in and Ambrose is kicking his legs flailing around trying to reach the ropes. 


Tom Phillips: The Anaconda Vice! Dean Ambrose's return could be cut short here tonight!

Mauro Ranallo: Ambrose was placed in a coma all those years ago and now Punk is trying to rip his head off and finish the job.

Sami Zayn: How can EC3 allow a cold hearted monster like this in the ring? Someone needs to do something.


Ambrose typically refuses to quit even as the referee checks in on him. Ambrose struggles moving himself towards the ropes and even tries to roll out but Punk rolls with him. Punk pulls back and tries to make Ambrose quit but in a moment of desperation Ambrose bites the biceps of Punk!. Punk instantly releases the grip and looks at his arm and looks at Ambrose in a state of shock. The referee didn't see it and as Punk tries to show the teeth mark in his arm Ambrose is already back to his feet and running at Punk. Punk steps aside and Ambrose runs into the ropes and rebounds back, Punk grabs a waistlock from behind but Ambrose fights out with back elbows. As Ambrose turns around Punk pushes him back, Ambrose falls back off the middle rope and simply rebounds back smashing CM Punk with the Rebound Lariat!


Mauro Ranallo: Good god what impact from that lariat!

Sami Zayn: That rebound slingshots him back up with such force that it could knock any man not named Sami Zayn right out.


Ambrose gets to his feet instead of going for the cover he roars with blood in his mouth possibly from the arm of his opponent. Ambrose goes over to Punk and picks him up again. He pushes Punk into the corner and hits him with a couple more shots for good measure. Ambrose shakes off his hand, his knuckles all busted up from the amount of punches he's aimed at Punk's head. Ambrose lifts Punk up onto the top rope and readies him for what's to come. Ambrose climbs the ropes himself and hooks his arm around the head of The Second City Saint. The eight time World Champion then goes to lift Punk up for the Superplex but Punk rallies and fights off Ambrose. Punk then decides to fight fire with fire as far as dirty fighting is concerned as he rakes the eye of his opponent before headbutting him dropping him down to the mat below in a heap. Punk then steadies himself and raises his hands in the air before he dives off the top rope with his signature Diving Elbow Drop!. Punk stays atop for the cover.


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Ambrose rolls the shoulder out. Both men lay in a heap in the middle of the ring but Ambrose seemingly has some sort of sick smirk on his face.


Tom Phillips: Looks like Ambrose might be getting an idea.

Mauro Ranallo: That's the scary thing about Dean Ambrose. Even when it seems like he's on the outs, he's always getting some kind of sick pleasure from it. It's like the more pain inflicted on him, the more he does it to other people.


Punk slowly crawls the corner and gets back to his feet. Ambrose is almost back to his feet using the same method but just a tad slower, Punk runs at Ambrose and hits him with the high knee before he runs and drops him with the big Bulldog. Punk then gets to his feet and signals for the GTS!. The crowd are behind Punk as he waits for Ambrose to get to his feet. As he does Punk goes to raise him up onto his shoulders but Dean fights and fights this time pulling at the nose of CM Punk causing Punk to drop him. Punk bends over holding his noses as a small amount of blood falls to the mat below. Ambrose takes the opportunity presented to him and runs at Punk before dropping him with the Running Knee Lift!. Punk is seemingly out cold on the mat but Ambrose is shaking his head, it's not enough for him - he wants a fight, he wants blood and violence, he's obsessed with hurting people. Ambrose simply stands over Punk as the referee and the crowd look at him waiting for him to make a move.


Sami Zayn: Finish him!

Tom Phillips: At what point do you stop trying to make a statement and just go for the win. We've seen numerous people slip up this way.

Sami Zayn: Stop whining Mauro he's got this. I hope they kept Ambrose's room warm because he's about to send Punk to take his place!


Ambrose nudges Punk and laughs to himself before he mounts Punk and screams into his face telling him to fight him. Ambrose steps back and beckons Punk to get to his feet. Punk slowly crawls to his feet using the ropes and turns around into Ambrose who immediately grabs him by the head and slams him into the mat with the One Hitter!. It's got to be over, the crowd sense it, the referee even seems to press Ambrose into making the cover but Ambrose isn't finished. He walks around the ring, almost stalking Punk. Punk ever the fighting champion now former champion isn't out. He's very, very slowly moving towards the ropes and then the corner using them as base for him to get to his feet. Ambrose is nodding his head, cracking his knuckles and his neck waiting for Punk to turn around. He jumps at the bit however and drags Punk out the corner and goes for the One Hitter again but suddenly Punk scoops him up onto his shoulders and then down face first onto his knee with the Go To Sleep!. Ambrose is out cold as Punk slumps on top of him for the cover.

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...3!

Winner: CM Punk!




Punk just lays over him, exhausted from the big fight. There's no time to rest though as Zayn slides into the ring and starts kicking Punk!


Mauro Ranallo: Oh come on now, we just saw a fantastic match between these two hall of famers and now Sami Zayn is ruining it.

Corey Graves: He's giving it more star power! Plus Punk brought this on himself.


Sami turns Punk over and opens that wound a bit more with some stiff shots to the forehead above the eye. Punk looks completely out of it and so Sami drags him over to the corner and stands him up. He walks back and puts his hands up like a frame, deciding the best way to see it before running forward with the Helluva Kick! Blood can be seen spraying into the front row like a goddamn Gallagher show. Zayn is all smiles as he walks over and asks to be handed a mic.


Sami Zayn: Last week I came to you with an open hand, looking to patch things up and you put your hands on me instead. Earlier tonight I made it known that I'm taking legal action against you and EC3. Ethan already called me and I accepted to drop the suit under one condition. A match against you at Backlash. That night I'll finally prove to the world that I was capable of beating you all along. That I am the rightful UWF Champion. So rest up Punk, because I'm going to show the world what a fraud you really are.

Sami tosses the mic and laughs. Security comes out but he's already headed to the back. He leaves Punk lying face down in a pool of his own blood while officials come out to check on him. Punk is only responding slightly while Zayn has the biggest smile on his face as the show fades out.



END OF SHOW


Confirmed for Backlash

Intercontinental Championship
Tommaso Ciampa(c) vs Homicide vs Shinsuke Nakamura

Television Championship
Randy Orton(c) vs Hornswoggle

CM Punk vs Sami Zayn



Credits

Swoggle vs Janela - Evolution J
Nakamura vs Miz - Gunn
Edge vs Theory - Fauche
Ambrose vs Punk - Sam
Cena vs Danhausen, Ciampa vs Homicide - Danny

[Evolution J]

Congrats to everyone. Sorry for the late writing and promo. Anyhow, things are looking up. I see a lot of improvements especially for Miz. I am loving the feud with Sam and CM Punk is going. Ciampa is going to have a tough and awesome match against Homcide for sure. Danhasuen vs Edge should be interesting. Loving Edge and Dean Ambrose promos. They got it on point. Shark Boy vs Seth is getting more interesting with Grado getting involved. Despite both of them don't like me for some reaosn.I honestly am sure they both will put on a 10 star match in UWF. George and wasabi are killing it in their promos. Can't wait to see who will come out on top. Other than that, I enjoy the show. I am looking forward to see how Mr. Leedes return as Trevor Lee goes. As of now, I am impress on what I am seeing from him.