Post by Danny on May 19, 2022 16:42:16 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: After last week's confrontation, the match has been made and in our main event, Grado returns to action to take on Roman Reigns. With Shark Boy at Seth Rollins at ringside, you can bet there will sure be some fireworks tonight.
Corey Graves: Plus the Prime Time Medal is on the line as Edge looks to defend against arguably the man who helped him win last week, Joey Janela.
Mauro Ranallo:Randy Orton has hand picked an opponent tonight to take on Hornswoggle. Will he be able to make to Backlash?
Tom Phillips: And if that wasn't enough, we got Sami Zayn in action against Bo Dallas, Trevor Lee taking on Mike Mizanin and coming up right now, it's Dean Ambrose going one on one with John Cena!
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
"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.
VS 
DING DING DING
Almost as soon as the bell rings, the tension is palpable as Dean Ambrose and John Cena stand face-to-face, toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye in the center of the ring. With sparks flying in the arena, it’s only a matter of when this breaks down, not if; Cena makes the first move, not a physical one however but a psychological one. His hand in his face, and four words spoken clear as day to the former five-time UWF International Champion:
”You can’t see me.”
In response to this attempted mindgame, Dean Ambrose provides quite a simple answer for John - a forearm shiver, and then another, and soon the brawl between these two commences. They’re traversing the entire ring between blows, with the referee barely able to keep track of if their fists are closed or open, yet one thing is clear - in a pure striking exchange, Dean Ambrose is currently getting the better of John Cena. So, the game plan must change - Cena knows this, being the veteran of the industry that he is, so after a swift knee lift to the midsection, Cena simply grabs Ambrose into a collar-and-elbow tieup, and uses the strength garnered from his pre-wrestling career as a bodybuilder to back Dean up into the corner, with the referee swift to administer a five count for a clean break.
One!
Two!
Three!
Before the count of four, Cena releases Ambrose, but there’s nothing clean about it, as he starts to pummel the midsection with repeated body blows, soup bones if you will, with the wind being knocked right out of Ambrose after each consecutive pounding of his stomach and ribs area.
Mauro Ranallo: “And as to be expected between these two former UWF Tag Team Championship partners, there is absolutely no love lost!”
Corey Graves: “Yeah, and these heavy body blows from John Cena seem to be doing quite a number on that lunatic Dean Ambrose.”
Indeed they are, Corey, as even with the referee forcing Cena away from Ambrose to allow him to escape from the grasp of the turnbuckle, he still is walking a bit slower than during the initial exchange of the match. Of course, that’s not to say he is hurt or anything major, as is shown quite handedly to the doctor of thuganomics, as Ambrose explodes forward with a double-leg takedown on Cena, followed by a downpour of mounted punches, the referee admonishing Ambrose as some of those punches may or may not have allegedly been of the quite illegal closed fist variety.
Once Ambrose relents from this onslaught, though, the violence isn’t over. Not by a long shot, as Ambrose allows Cena to stand only to jump at him once more, this time forcing his back to the corner where yet more punches are delivered straight to the head and face of big match John.
From here though, Dean seems to realize that he can’t just punch his way to victory in this contest…but decides to try to do so anyways, probably because it sounds like a fun challenge to him or something. Racing off to the opposite corner, Ambrose comes charging in with a corner forearm smash, damn near flattening his face with the impact, before then hooking his arm around the neck of Cena and trying to rush off for a bulldog. This, however, winds up countered by the former four-time International champion, who shoots Ambrose off of the ropes and, after ducking a wild swing, manages to catch Dean with a sitout hip toss! This isn’t enough to keep Ambrose down for long, but that’s because it doesn’t need to, as John Cena capitalizes with a fisherman’s suplex, hooking the legs for the first pin attempt of the match!
...One!
...Two!
No!
Tom Phillips: “A big suplex there from John Cena, yet it was not enough to keep Ambrose down!”
Corey Graves: “Of course it wasn’t, Tom! We’ve seen what Dean Ambrose is capable of in the ring, hell I’ve been there for what Ambrose is capable of! Lunatic or not, the guy’s got resilience!”
As Ambrose has kicked out with authority, for a moment a cross look appears in the eyes of John Cena, yet the man who preaches “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” refuses to give into the hate, as instead he looks to continue the beating on Ambrose. Picking Ambrose up, Cena wastes little time in bringing him back down to the mat, a simple scoop slam doing the trick for this…and as he walks over to the head of Dean Ambrose, and that right hand of his is raised into the sky, the fans here at UWF Revolution know exactly what is coming…
”YOU CAN’T SEE-”
However, just like the fans know what is coming, so does Dean Ambrose! An up kick from Dean stuns Cena, and now it is Ambrose who is looking to capitalize! As he gets up though, his rushing attempt at Cena is evaded, and John attempts a leaping shoulder block! This too is avoided, however, and as Cena rebounds off the ropes with a clothesline, Ambrose ducks not just the line, but behind Cena, and causes the doctor of thuganomics to experience a sudden drop right onto his neck with a german suplex! But even still, Cena shows his own resilience by standing up, albeit dazed, and this just pisses Dean Ambrose right off, as he charges in for a forearm shot with Cena pinned against the ropes!
The blow connects, staggering Cena even more, and Ambrose connects with a second one, then a third! Wanting to complete this quadfecta, he rushes off the ropes, but is met with a leaping shoulder block from Cena! Then a second one! Feeding from these bumps, Ambrose swings blindly, and is caught into a back suplex lift…but this too is countered!
Flipping out of it back onto his feet, Ambrose spins Cena around, but is caught with a hell of a punch from big match John, one that sends him reeling…until, like a pendulum, he swings back from the ropes and uses the momentum of this blow to fuel an utterly devastating lariat to Cena! Collapsing down, Ambrose moves into the cover!
...One!
...Two!
...No!
Mauro Ranallo: “Cena with the shoulder up! Cena with the shoulder up! What a BRAWL this has been, folks!”
Tom Phillips: “Back and forth, to and fro, who is going to come out on top?!”
With Cena’s shoulder rolled up off the mat barely, Ambrose looks up at the referee for confirmation that it was indeed a two, and once given the fact that Cena indeed kicked out…Dean glances over, and the look in his eyes tells the whole story - it’s about time to end this. Pulling Cena to his feet, he hooks the arms into the suplex position…but Cena fights back! Body blow after body blow peppers Ambrose, forcing him to relent! He charges…crossbody from Ambrose!
…But the strength of John Cena is too much as he rolls over Ambrose, putting him on his shoulders for the Attitude Adjustment!
Cena tosses him over the shoulder…
AMBROSE LANDS ON HIS FEET!
Dean turns around, delivers a swift kick to the gut of Cena, hooks him up into that suplex position…
AND DROPS HIM WITH THE NO-HITTER! COVER BY AMBROSE!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Ambrose gets his hand raised but he pulls it away. No time for celebrating as he just simply walks to the back as the show moves on.
The camera picks up in the backstage area of the arena, where we see Danhausen pacing back and forward for a few seconds before he stops to address the viewing audience.
Danhausen
The Ultimate Wrestling overlord truly works in mysterious ways! In just a short space of time, Danhausen went from attempting to make peace with Slege to becoming his sworn mortal enemy, and now as a consequence of that, we must do battle at Backslash for all the world to see. Danhausen would have approached this contest with an open mind at first, considering his initial encounter with Sledge was purely an unfortunate accident. But seeing as how Sledge literally destroyed Danhausen’s very nice, very expensive, peace offering right before his very eyes, Danhausen is now out for bloodhausen!
The frustration from Danhausen over his last encounter with Edge is clear to see, as he continues to lay into his upcoming opponent for Backlash.
Danhausen
You see Danhausen now realizes that Sledge is one of those types of people that can’t see beyond that of their own selfish desires and self-interests. He sees himself as being above Danhausen, which is why he took it upon himself to break Danhausen’s coffee mug. A mug which Danhausen will of course remind you can be purchased from shopultimatewrestling.org.com.net. Sledge however is banned from purchasing any of Danhausen’s top quality merchandise until Danhausen has shown him the error of his ways at Backslash. Danhausen is yet to win a match at one of these pay-to-view shows, so it’s high time he put that right by shutting down the ultimate egomaniac and making him pay, both physically and literally, for Danhausen’s broken cash generator!
As Danhausen does his signature taunt with gritted teeth, the camera feed slowly fades out to a brief commercial break.
The scene open with Randy Orton staring into the camera.
Hello UWF, welcome to another episode of Revolution. Tonight, you will see your favorite fraud Hornswoggle go up against a mystery opponent that I have chosen. Not only will you witness a preview of what is going to happen to Hornswoggle at WrestleMania Backlash. You will get to see first hand experience of what it means to be in a ring with someone as dangerous as me. My opponent that I have chosen for Hornswoggle is extremely dangerous as me. He doesn't need to talk. He will always let his actions do the talking for him. He is much quicker than Hornswoggle and more experienced than him. I also know he is a quick learner in terms of his wrestling training. So I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Hornswoggle doesn't last too long in the ring with my chosen opponent. But either way, it will fulfill my enjoyment of watching Hornswoggle get squashed like a little bug and get devoured alive tonight. Hornswoggle, tonight you will pay me for all your sins that you have caused upon yourself. Your failures and destruction are the results of everything you have caused yourself. After tonight, my chosen opponent for you will be the one standing and having his raised up tonight. At WrestleMania Backlash, I get my revenge on you. TOnight, you will get a taste of what to come atf WrestleMania Backlash. Hornswoggle, Welcome to Hell! Tonight, you will have your limbs torn apart and have your blood served for me. Your neck and body will be crushed in pieces. Tonight, you will remember the name who will destroy your wrestling career again..your UWF TV Champion.....Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends as Randy Orton disappear into thin air.
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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, showring 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.
Tony Chimel
Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the Ultimate Opportunist, Edge!
I'M A BAD BAD BOY
Joey Janela steps out onto the ramp and limps to the ring, something clearly isn't right as he eventually limps his way down to the ring but he clearly is not moving well.
Tom Phillips: What's going on here? It looks like he's hurt.
Corey Graves: If I had to guess, Janela's big mouth got him into some trouble. Guess it was only a matter of time.
Tony Chimel: From Asbury Park, New Jersey. He is the Bad Boy Joey Janela!
Janela raises up an arm but he's in pain. Joey Janela is struggling to stay vertical from the ambush earlier in the night. He turns his back in the corner to use the ropes to stretch his back while the ref is having a conversation with Edge. The ultimate opportunist sees this and slides out of the conversation with the ref to sprint and deliver a drop kick to the back of Joey’s head. Janela head goes smashing into the turnbuckle and Edge starts to maul him from behind with a flurry of right- and left-handed punches. The ref tries to pull Edge off but he just continues to hammer away. Once the ref finally does get separation, Edge slips around the ref again and deliver a DDT To Joey.
Corey Graves: What the hell has gotten into Edge?
Tom Phillips: I have no idea but I love it!
Edge smirks at the damage that he’s done while the ref continues to berate him. The ref ultimately and begrudgingly rings the bell and the match officially is underway. Joey is laying on the canvas essentially out of it and Edge is just looking down and smiling and the carnage in front of him.
Corey Graves: This is a god damn travesty.
Joey is trying to get to his feet and he is using Edge’s feet to try and get up, but Edge just kicks him in the jaw and knocks him back down. A sick look comes over the face of Edge as he gets in the corner and begins to stalk a motionless Joey. Edge is begging him to get up and Joey slowly and eventually gets up… only to turn around and get speared out of his boots.
Edge goes for the emphatic cover after the stomach bruising spear.
1………………..
2………………
………………..3!!
Winner: EDGE
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. There's an enormous pop from the live crowd when CM Punk is shown sitting there. He's wearing his street clothes - no match for the Straight Edge Superstar tonight, but he's always making the towns regardless.
He turns to look directly into the lens as he addresses the audience.
Punk: Boy oh boy, things sure got a little outta hand last week, huh? Sami Zayn taking his 4chan incel conspiracy nut schtick to a press conference is one thing. Cringey as that is, I would've been happy to ignore all the ranting and raving just like I have been for the past year-and-a-half. Blindsiding me after I just went through one of the toughest fights of my entire career... well.. now we've got a problem.
Punk: When I get the text telling me that I'm booked to wrestle someone in on the upcoming show, it doesn't matter who it is, I don't complain. I'm happy to wrestle anyone brave enough to step through those ropes. That's what this is all about - fighting to find out who's the best at it. Sami Zayn wants a match at Backlash? Sign me up. He's putting some ridiculous lawsuit on the line? Sure. Fine. Whatever. He crosses the line and starts playing dirty?
Big mistake.
I can't hardly go a month without someone gunning for me like this. Last week wasn't the first time I tasted my own blood. It won't be the last. It sure as hell isn't surprising that Sami would swing low like that. Now normally it might bother me a bit that someone as clinically mediocre as him would have the nerve to think they could take me, but Sami Zayn's as delusional as they come. He carries around a dead championship and blames his depressing stint here in the big leagues on a rigged game.
Me? I don't see a grand design holding him down. I see a guy who probably holds the record for time spent in the UWF without winning a singles title. I see someone who found success teaming with Becky Lynch and Kevin Steen, but could never produce results on his own. I see a guy who was considered underrated on the indies - someone who they said had all the tools to be a top star - but in actuality is the most overrated, overpaid, overexposed journeyman who doesn't even belong on this roster.
He narrows the scope of his trash talking to his Backlash opponent specifically, knowing that somewhere out there, Zayn is watching.
Punk: Sami, man... you've been asking for a fight for a long time now. If beating you up had been worth my time before, I would've taken a day out of my busy schedule to do it. Now I'm free to do whatever around here and you've given me a reason to take things too far. So maybe I don't stop after the first Go To Sleep. Maybe I don't let go of the Anaconda Vise even after you've tapped out. Maybe I add to the heap of trophies back home by earning the honour of being the person who finally shut up the un-shut-up-able for good.
Brooks leans it a little closer, getting nice and tight all up in the shot.
Punk At Backlash, the game begins. At Backlash, there is no tomorrow. At Backlash, you can't run. At Backlash, the future starts, the questions end. At Backlash, I will find you... destroy you. At Backlash, I'll make you suffer. At Backlash, I'll take what's mine.
He smiles, stands up, and strolls away down the hall. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
The arena is dark as the voice of Dallas is heard emminating through-out the arena...
All you have to do is BO-LIEVE...
The eerie music plays for a moment before the sound of the piano begins playing throughout the arena...
Bo Dallas slowly makes his way to the ring. Dallas gets to ring side as he tilts his head forward....
Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Brody King and Jack Jester... from Update... weighing in at YourProfile pound... Bo Dallas!
King and Jester walk from either side of the apron as Dallas follows getting through middle of the ring as he is in the ring he kneels waiting for his opponent back turned to the entrance...
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.
Chimel: From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!
Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.
Zayn trash talks Dallas and his goons while Tony steps out of the ring. After ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Zayn and Dallas circle each other around the ring for a bit, neither too eager to be the first one to engage. Bo puts some of that high school wrestling experience to good use and feints like he's gonna shoot for a double leg. Sami backs up a bit to avoid it, but that leaves him just enough off balance for Dallas to come in again, this time for realsies.
The second (third?) generation superstar hooks him grip around the Forever Champ's waste and bullies him into one of the corners. He holds Sami pressed against the buckle while the Canuck raises his hands innocently, telling the Ref to break it up. Our appreciated Official doesn't like being told what to do by the talent, but that doesn't mean Sami isn't right.
Graves: You know, I've always thought Sami would make a good referee. Nobody has a better mind for fairness in this entire company.
Phillips: A neurotic, paranoid jerk officiating matches? Are you serious?
Graves: Geez Tom, maybe try and hide your biases a little. You're supposed to be impartial.
The Ref gives Dallas until five to back away. He slowly but surely does so, only to take a dag nasty slap across the face as soon as he's a pace away. When the Official tries to admonish Zayn, he points to ringside where Jester and King are standing and accuses them of trying to get involved. He's all like "they were trying to grab my leg!"
Taking this quite seriously, the Referee leans over the ropes to tell the goons to stay out of the match. Dallas steps in to defend his boys. Foolishness. He leaves his back exposed to Zayn who promptly knees him the the tummy and then lawn-darts him back into that same corner post. Bo gets all mangled and tangled against the steel while Sami hurries over to the far side of the ring.
Graves: This one might not last much longer.
Ranallo: Helluva Kick incoming!
Mauro's right on the money. Sami sprints across the canvas and catches Bo just as he's prying himself off the post. Dallas takes a faceful of boot and that's all she wrote. Lights out for the Bo-liever.
Sami drags whatever's left of him to the the middle of the mat to make the cover...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SAMI ZAYN!
Zayn's music hits and it matched decibel for decibel with boos. Not that the people love Bo Dallas, but they sure as heck despise the Forever Champ. Sami celebrates like he just won gold at the Olypmics, rubbing his victory in all those jeering fans' stupid faces.
Graves: If I were CM Punk, I'd be terrified by what I just saw. Sami Zayn is firing on all cylinders and he only needs to hit the Helluva Kick once to finish a match.
Ranallo: I'll agree that Punk can't take Sami lightly, and go so far as to suggest that a win over the Second City Saint puts Zayn to the front of the line in terms of world title contention.
Phillips: Oh my goodness. I can't even imagine how annoying Sami would get with that kind of validation.
Sami continues to celebrate while King and Jester haul Dallas' body to the back. Revolution continues elsewhere.
After a few seconds of the camera shot lingering on its current location, a fade transition once again takes place, just as it did last week, but instead of any black screens or gravestones, instead it’s TO THE BACK~ as Renee Young is standing by, microphone in hand.
Renee Young: ”Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to welcome my guest at this time, Trevor Lee.”
After a few seconds pass, the camera pans over, and there stands the mayor of Harlan himself, Trevor Lee, that same damn jubilant smile on his face as from his video package last week.
Renee Young: ”Now Trevor, tonight-”
Before Renee can even ask her question, Trevor is cutting her off, grabbing the microphone and pulling it towards himself.
Trevor Lee: ”Ah, sorry sweetheart to cut ya’ off so soon, but call me Mr. Lee, if ya’ will.”
Letting go of the microphone, Renee Young gives an eye roll to the camera.
Renee Young: ”...Mr. Lee, tonight marks your UWF in-ring debut, and you’re going up against a man who just last week picked up a major victory over the current #1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship in Michael Mizanin. With this being your first time stepping into a UWF ring, what are your feelings heading into the match?”
Taking a moment to ponder the question as Renee points the microphone his way, Trevor’s smirk remains frozen to his face even through this thought process.
Trevor Lee: ”Now what an excellent question that is, sweetheart. How am I feelin’ headin’ into my very first match in the U-dubya-eff? Well…if I were to say that I ain’t nervous…I’d be telling the truth. Because it’s true, folks, I ain’t nervous. Nope, not nervous, not one bit.”
Whether this is a bold-faced lie or the truth is unknown, as Lee gives no time for the people to question his answer.
Trevor Lee: ”I’d even say that I’m as far from bein’ nervous as possible, I tell ya’ what. Because even though I’m steppin’ into the ring with Michael Mizanin, a bona fide superstar movie star and top notch wrestler, if I do say so myself, I feel quite confident. I feel good. Heck, I feel great, even! I feel like I can go out there and take everythin’ that Mikey boy can dish out at me and go back to ‘em beggin’ for more! An’ ya’ wanna know why that is?”
A true politician’s smile is flashed by Trevor Lee, giving a beat of time after his rhetorical question.
Trevor Lee: ”It’s because ain’t nobody in the whole wide world of professional rasslin’ ever seen what Trevor Lee’s capable of! That’s right, folks, y’all are looking at a gen-u-ine wild card right now, someone who can leave y’all in shock and awe, and just as quickly make Mikey boy take quite a fall. Really, I shouldn’t brag too much, I mean, like momma Lee taught me, ya’ gotta stay humble…but it’s just so gosh darn hard to do so! I mean, look at me!”
As Trevor says this, he motions to himself, the camera getting a good view of his entire body.
Trevor Lee: ”I’m the mayor of my own home town! I got so much money that it ain’t even funny! An’ not just that, not just that, but I got the skills to give these fans all the thrills they could ever ask for! I’m what ya’ can call the total package in life! But frankly, I’d rather keep myself a bit grounded, y’know? I mean, if I went around and acted like I was above everyone around me…well, I wouldn’t be any better than Mikey boy, would I?”
It seems Renee has another question to ask, but before she can retract the microphone, Lee snatches it for himself, seeming keen on continuing this rambling of his.
Trevor Lee: “Yeah, Mikey, ya’ probably are sittin’ there thinkin’ we’re all a buncha big fools don’cha boy? Ya’ probably thinkin’ to yourself about how you’re stringin’ us all along so darn well, how ya’ deserve an Oscar or sumthin’ for bein’ able to pull the wool over our eyes, aren’t ya? Well lemme tell ya’ sumthin’ boy, ya’ ain’t foolin’ Trevor Lee! No no no no no no no no no no, boy, see, I know ex-act-ly what ya’ playin’ at here with this newfound sense of wantin’ ta’ actually be some sorta’ professional rassler instead of this big Hollywood superstar that ya’ prided yourself on for so many years! I see right through ya’, Mikey boy, and honestly? It’s pathetic, absolutely pathetic that ya’ really think that you can fool someone like me into believin’ ya’ lies.”
Trevor Lee shakes his head at this, “tsk”ing in response to his own callout of Michael Mizanin.
Trevor Lee: ”Because - an’ this may not be how you fine folk out there in the audience or back at home see it, but this is how good ol’ Trevor Lee sees it - Mikey boy here is just lyin’ to y’all. He doesn’t want to be some professional rassler, he doesn’t want to take his craft seriously after so many years of wastin’ his talent, he doesn’t want any of that! Nah, all that Mikey boy is tryin’ ta’ do, is do what he always does best - make himself out ta’ be the top dog aroun’ here. He’s just tryin’ ta’ make it look like he’s just one of us gen-u-ine rasslers on the U-dubya-eff roster so that way, when he gloats and brags and boasts about gettin’ some fluke victory over Shinsuke Nakamura, it comes across as him actually having gameplanned and strategerized his way to a victory!”
With this said, Lee’s smile returns for a moment, albeit one that is visibly insincere.
Trevor Lee: ”Now don’t get me wrong, Michael, I think you’re a heckuva competitor, truly! There’s no arguin’ against a man with championship pedigree, whether ya’ love ‘em or hate ‘em, but just like it’s a fact that ya’ used to be a top competitor here in the U-dubya-eff, it’s just as equally a fact that this whole little scheme of yours where ya’ try and pretend to act like some humbled veteran of the industry is a buncha baloney! So, when it comes time for me an’ you ta’ stand face-to-face, toe-to-toe in that there rasslin’ ring, an’ when it comes time where I’m exposin’ ya’ as the fraud that y’are, I hope you realize that it’s simply nothin’ personal, Mikey. All that lil’ ol’ Trevor Lee is doin’ is makin’ sure that everyone in the U-dubya-eff knows that you ain’t the man aroun’ here anymore…I am.”
With his tirade concluded, Trevor Lee hands the microphone back to Renee Young, an apologetic look on his face.
Trevor Lee: ”Aw now, now look what I did…I completely steamrolled over ya’, didn’t I? I’m sorry, sweetheart, this was supposed ta’ be ya’ interviewin’ me, not just me standin’ aroun’ givin’ a verbal lashin’ to Mikey boy. I’m truly sorry, sweetheart. I’ll try ta’ get Mr. Carter ta’ schedule another interview for ya’ with me soon enough so I can properly let ya’ do ya’ job next time. Again, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I just kinda’ lost it there. Hope ya’ understand~!”
After his apology is given, Trevor Lee walks off from the interview set, the camera lingering on Renee Young for a moment.
Renee Young: ”...Did he even know my name?!”
And at that question, Revolution cuts elsewhere…
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.
Orton and AJ Lee come down the ramp with smiles on their faces. Hornswoggle tells them to bring it, more than ready to fight either one of them. The duo stop before they reach the bottom of the ramp and motion to the stage.
The cold hearted handsome devil Hook makes his way out fr9om the back. He shows no emotion but Swoggle looks a bit shocked. He puts on a brave face though as Hook comes down and bumps fists with Orton before sliding into the ring. The ref then calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
Hook stands across the ring from Swoggle with his arms crossed, leaned against the turnbuckles, not thinking muhc of his so called opponent. Swoggle tries to tell the ref that he's not signed to UWF so he shouldn't be wrestling. The ref just shrugs his shoulders and Orton can be seen laughing on the outside. Swoggle decides to keep things professional and walks up to the center of the ring and extends a hand to Hook. Orton's hand picked opponent simply looks down at him and turns his back towards him, resting his arms on the top turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Well it looks like Hook isn't taking Hornswoggle seriously.
Corey Graves: He's a sideshow act, nobody should ever take him seriously, except the police. This little creep needs to be behind bars ASAP.
Mauro Ranallo: I'm sure AJ Lee could have pressed charges but Randy Orton wanted to make him suffer.
Corey Graves: I'm sure he will but that's if and only if, Hook doesn't break him limb from limb first.
Swoggle stares at Hook and starts to get angry. Tired of being disrespected, he marches up behind hook and kicks him in the back of the leg! Hook slowly turns around and Swoggle backs up with his hands in the air. He puts them together and begs for forgvieness but Hook ain;t having it. He rushes forward to take his head off with a boot but Swoggle drops to the mat and places his hands over his head to protect himself. Hook stops his kick and stands over Swoggle, grabbing him at the waist and deadlfiting him up. Hornswoggle is squirming around, trying to escape his grasp but Hook simply throws him back, Swoggle flying a good 8 feet in the air before he lands flat on the mat after a Release German Suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God what impact!
Corey Graves: through heavy laughter Did you see that!? All the years of dealing with watching Hornswoggle matches and that just made it all worth it!
Orton is cracking up on the outside as well while AJ walks around the ring to where Hornswoggle's face is close by and taunts him with a big smile on her face. Hook doesn't bother going for the pin, instead running his hands through his hair and sits back in the corner watching as Swoggle lays motionless. The ref checks on him and it doesn't look like he's getting a response. He goes to call for the bell but Orton steps onto the apron and warns him not to. The ref looks scared by the threat and Randy points to Swoggle who appears to be stirring. Hook comes back over and picks Swoggle up again. He places him seated facing the crowd on the top turnbuckle before he climbs up as well, getting him in another waist lock. The crowd get on their feet as it looks like Hook is about to German him off the top rope, looking to give him even more hang time than before. Hook has Swoggle hanging in his arms but the former Television Champion ends up kicking his foot back and hits Hook right in the balls! The ref was behind them and didn't get a good look as Hook falls back to the mat! Orton and AJ look on in horror as Swoggle settles himself before he leaps off the top rope with the Tadpole Splash onto Hook! He says on him for the pin!
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Hook kicks out! Swoggle quickly gets to his feet and runs back to the corner to climb to the top rope. Hook is getting to his feet while holding onto his stomach. He uses the ropes to help him up but he doesn't notice that Swoggle is waiting nearby on the top rope. He walks to the corner and Swoggle wraps his arm around Hook's head, kicking off the ropes to hit a Tornado DDT! He goes for the pin once again!
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Hook kicks out! Swoggle grabs his arm and tries to drag him to the corner to set up for another Tadpole Splash but he can't pull him over. Instead he jumps onto his chest with a Seated Senton before he walks to the corner and starts to tune up the band.
Mauro Ranallo: Hornswoggle managed to get the better of Hook there for a minute but now he may be making a mistake by not staying on him.
Corey Graves: The only reason he got a lick of offense in was because of a low blow. It was a lucky string of offense but this kick has never worked and Hook is about to get some revenge.
Hook is getting to his feet while Swoggle stomps his foot. Once he's up, the former Television Champion comes forward for some Sweet Shin Music! He kicks Hook right in the shin but Hook no sells it. Swoggle looks up at him with fear in his eyes and Hook just blasts him with a kick to the face! He picks him up right away and throws him with an Exploder Suplex! Swoggle goes flying across the ring and bounces around like he just got thrown from a car. The ref goes to check on him but Hook ain't having none of that. He walks over and grabs Swoggle, pulling him up and placing him in the REDRUM! Hornswoggle immediately goes limp and the ref calls for the bell right away.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Hook!
Hook throws Swoggle's unconscious body and Orton and AJ come into the ring laughing. Orton comes over and places his foot over Swoggle's face and lifts up the TV title to boos from the crowd. Orton smiling is the last thing we see before the show moves on.
The scene opens up with a smug Heyman staring into the camera looking at the UWF Universe.
Paul Heyman: My clients are men that should strike the fear of God into every man, female, and entity on the planet that doesn’t stand firmly and believe in the virtues and morals that they have pumping through their veins. Grado and that rotten fish are just mere weeks away from getting torn to the shreds like the garbage that they are. Hark Boy has dreams of being the face that runs the place. But he is just going to be the stench that ruins the place once my client gets done frying his ass in the skewer.
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My client is following his GPS radar and its going to run him smack dead into Shark Boy who will be obliterated for his life of sin and inability to give back to the Universe. A wise man once said that energy cannot be created or destroyed, but that was before he saw what my clients are about to do to Grado and Shark Boy. May the force be with those degenerate fools. Because if its not, my clients will be sure to bring it, and I don’t think that’s something those clowns want to see, hear, or feel. Tonight the road to greatness gets further lit up, and my clients will be speeding down that highway from the graces of the universe.
Heyman smirks some more as the scene fades to black.
We head back to the ring where Mike Mizanin is already standing by.
As "You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive" by the Ruby Friedman Orchestra begins to play throughout the arena, out steps the man claiming to be the "mayor" of his hometown of Harlan, Kentucky, Trevor Lee. That same smile remains plastered on his face as he looks out to the audience, his arms opened wide as he looks for any members of the front rows to potentially embrace him and his invitation to his home.
Tony Chimel: From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 220 lbs, Trevor Lee!
As Lee strides up the steel stairs and onto the apron, he takes a moment to look out towards the fans on the hardcam side of the arena, before putting both arms in the sky, two fingers up on each hand, and a cry of "TO THE MOON" can be heard being called out, before he then enters the ring. Lee then discards his entrance attire, and even as the match draws closer, that same smirk remains...
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Mike Mizanin walks towards the center of the ring and plants himself with a wide base, arms spread out, looking at taking a very tactical wrestling approach to this match. Trevor Lee looks a little surprised but smiles and decides to give him what he wants. The two lock up but Mizanin immediately gets him in a Side Headlock into a Takedown. He keeps the pressure on by squeezing the lead of Lee's. Trevor kicks us legs up and wraps them around Mizanin's head to get him to release the hold. Both men rush back up to their feet and Trevor Lee goes for a Dropkick but Mizanin sidesteps it and instead steps on Lee's legs. He traps both legs behind his own and puinches Lee's sides to get him to bring back his arms before he puts him in a Surfboard!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like The Miz has been taking his wrestling training seriously. Have you ever seen him whip out a Surfboard?
Corey Graves: It's Mike Mizanin now Mauro. He's got a new lease on life and he's looking to make it 2-0!
Tom Phillips: So we're not counting the battle royal and the loss to Eita or?
Corey Graves: That was The Miz, keep up Phillips.
Mizanin keeps him in the air for a bit but drops him down onto his knees and reaches up to grab his chin, pulling back on it until he reaches back far enough to go for a Dragon Sleeper! Trevor Lee ain't just about to sit back and let this happen, instead opting to just take a bite out of his arm that reaches around his face! Mizanin let's go and scurries away to check on his arm and make sure there's no blood or anything. Harlan's favorite son gets to his feet and stretches out his neck and back before running at Mizanain and sending him over the ropes with a Clothesline to the floor below! Trevor Lee exits out onto the apron and starts to climb to the top rope. He watches back carefully as Mizanin is getting to his feet. Once he's in position, Trevor Lee jumps back and hits him with a Diving Moonsault Plancha! He picks up Mike right away and tosses him back into the ring, following him in to make the pin!
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Mike kicks out! Trevor Lee pulls Mizanin back up to his feet but Mike rushes forward and rams him back first into the corner. Miz throws a few shoulder thrusts to keep him in place before he walks to the opposite corner. He takes off full speed and connects with an Awesome Clothesline in the corner! He let's Trevor Lee fall on his face and crawls towards the center of the ring while Miz gets himself out of the ropes. Lee tries to get up but Mizanin runs over to deliver and Knee Lift to the face, still running towards the ropes and coming back with the Neckbreaker to finish the Reality Check! He makes the pin!
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Trevor Lee kicks out! Mike Mizanin brings Lee up to his feet from behind and hooks both arms into a Full Nelson. Trevor Lee realizes the trouble he's in and quickly dips forward to throw Mizanin ahead before he can lock his fingers. Mizanin rolls through and turns around only to eat a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head! Mizanin is stunned but still up. He stumbles backwards into the ropes and slightly bounces off them, enough for Trevor Lee to scoop him up and hit the Harlan's Curse!
Tom Phillips: For someone who really wants to sell Harlan as this great place, is naming a maneuver after the town's curse a good move?
Corey Graves: The curse is what happens to people who don't move to Harlan. I certainly don't want that happening to me so I'm probably gonna look into a timeshare.
Mizanin crawls over to the ropes and uses them to help him get to his feet. Lee meanwhile is resting by the ropes, measuring the former Miz as he groggily walks over to him. Lee goes for another Roundhouse Kick and Mizanin gets his hand up but it was only a feint kick as Lee instead hits him with a Superkick! Miz falls to a knee and Lee grabs him, putting him in position for the Small Package Driver. Mizanin manages to come to life and shoves Lee, making him run backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them and running into a Clothesline! Lee pops right back up and eats another. He gets up a third time and Miz clips him with a kick to the knee that drops Lee to his knees. From there, Mizanin unloads with the It Kicks, kicking Lee in the chest over and over until he backs up and hits one final kick to the head! He pins Lee!
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Lee kicks out! Mizanin picks Trevor right back up and rolls him forward with a Snapmare. He runs past him to the ropes and comes back to kick him in the face. Lee lays back to avoid the kick and pops back up while Mike kept running, He comes off the ropes and Lee goes for the Cave-In But Mizanin hangs onto the ropes to avoid it! Lee stomps the mat and Mizanin runs at him, looking for another Clothesline but Lee ducks it this time and takes Mike's back. He shoves him into the ropes and rolls him up, grabbing a handful of tights!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Trevor Lee!
Lee rolls but of the ring and raises his hand up on the ramp. Mizanin looks towards the ref and tries to make his case about his tights being pilled but the ref can only call what he sees. Mizanin continues to argue with the ref while Trevor Lee happily makes his way to the back and the show moves on.
The camera would cut to Ciampa’s home, Ciampa is by the poolside but he isn’t relaxing. Around the pool is plenty of work out equipment and some has obviously just been used. Ciampa is currently sitting in a cross legged style, looking out across the view his poolside offers. Doing some breathing exercises, he opens his eyes as he looks to the camera.
Ciampa: You know most people when they’re given the show before a PPV off would be using this time to relax. Nurse some old wounds and feel 100% before going into a match, I don’t have that option however because at Backlash, I have potentially the most challenging match in my UWF career waiting for me against two men who want nothing more than to take my Goldie away from me.
Ciampa would stand up and begin doing some standing stretches.
Ciampa: I’ll admit these last few weeks I might have overlooked Homicide and Shinsuke. I saw Shinsuke as nothing more than a deluded man out for a rematch that he didn’t deserve and I saw Homicide as just someone caught in the crossfire, a footnote in the war between Shinsuke and I but now I realise none of this would have happened without Homicide in the middle. If I hadn’t caused Shinsuke to lose his mind and batter you to a bloody pulp Homicide, then this match might have never happened, we’re three men stuck in a war but at Backlash I end it.
Ciampa would look to the camera again.
Ciampa: You see we all have our reasons for wanting this match. Shinsuke feels he has something to prove, that my win at Wrestlemania was nothing but a fluke and he’s the true king of the Intercontinental Championship division. Homicide wants the respect and honor that comes with this championship and at the end of the day, all I want to do is prove what everyone knows: that i’m the best wrestler on this roster.
Ciampa: To do that however I need to be ready because in a triple threat, everything goes, I could lose my championship, the thing I spent the last year working towards without even getting pinned and i can’t let that happen I refuse too and if Shinsuke and Homicide want similar outcomes, they better be ready because i’m going to war at Backlash, only one of us can leave with Goldie and I intend for it to be me
Ciampa would pick up Goldie from behind a chair.
Ciampa: At the Royal Rumble, I won what many saw as an upset. At Wrestlemania I won another apparent upset and i’m sure everyone is thinking the same for Backlash, that once again I have bitten off more than I can chew and if i win it will be another upset. Well i’m getting sick and tired of the disrespect I receive as Champion, at Backlash i’m going in and winning this war and once I do and the ashes settle, i’ll be left standing as I always do because i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again: YOU CAN’T KILL TOMMASO CIAMPA.
With that Ciampa would hold Goldie up as we fade to black.
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Sami Zayn is standing by.
Sami Zayn: Did you see that Punk? I hope you were watching because what I did to Bo Dallas out there, it's going to be the same fate for you. It won't happen as fast oh no, I'm gonna relish in it. Prepare for the worst prolonged embarrassment of your career. You say I don't belong here but you're wrong. I'm the one who rids this place of no talent hacks. Consider Bo Dallas long gone now because that was a return to form. I said I'm back to rid UWF of pretenders and today was simply a reminder. If I were you, I'd get started on one of those long winded speeches you're so good at. Talk about how you underestimated Sami Zayn and you'll want a rematch but sorry Punk, I won't give it to you. You may have ticked me off and made things personal when you refused to thank me but it's all business now. At Backlash, I'm going to rid the UWF of the cancer that is CM Punk.
The scene fades out while Sami stares directly into the camera.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your main event of the evening!
LIFE IS A MYSTERY
EVERYONE MUST STAND ALONE
I HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME
AND IT FEELS LIKE...
HOME.
Chimel: Introducing first... being accompanied to the ring by Shark Boy... from the Tap End of Stevenston... weighing in at two-hundred-and-thirty-five pounds... Grado!
The crowd sing along with the intro and clap their hands together as the beat kicks in. As soon as the first verse comes in so does former Hardcore Champion, Grado!. Grado is shucking and jiving like only he can getting the crowd on their feet and creating a party atmosphere. Grado goes from one side of the stage to the other to get the crowd to roar before he centers himself in the middle of the stage and points a big finger at his opponent - Roman Reigns. Grado struts down the ramp slapping hands with the fans at rampside before he goes right round the whole ring continuing to high five and dance with the UWF faithful. Grado then hops up onto the apron and up onto the top rope, he unclips his bumbag/fannypack and throws it high into the air to a loud roar from the crowd. The Number One Contender joins his fellow C.U.N.T. member, standing at the apron in his corner.
The crowd is on their feet as the horns blare throughout the arena and multiple bright blue lasers begins to shine from the top of the ramp. The “Big Dog” Roman Reigns steps out from behind the curtains as the fans begins to boo in unison causing the arena floor to shake and tremble with murmurs. Reigns is followed by his special council Paul Heyman and fellow Universal Enforcer, the Intercontinental Champion Seth Rollins. Paul Heyman is holding the holding the Championship firmly while duo the duo stare at crowd down and eat the boo’s for a meal.
A tremendous amount of pyro shoots out of the stage from behind the trio as continue to make their way down the ramp. Roman Reigns leads the pack as he slowly climbs up the steel ramps and enters the ring from the side. He takes his jumpsuit off to display his true ring attire, still eating up the boo’s from the crowd.
Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Seth Rollins and Paul Heyman... weighing in at 280 pounds... from Pensacola, Florida... He is 'The Samoan Chief' Roman Reigns!
Reigns and Grado stare each other down while Chimel steps out of the ring. The Ref then calls for the bell.
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When the bell sounds off, it's a tale of two cities. The stoic Samoan isn't in any rush to do anything. From the look on his face, you'd think that he thinks he's wasting his time with this stuff. Zero respect for the stout Scottsman standing across the squared circle. Conversely, Grado is all revved up and ready to go, tugging on the rope to stretch himself out before busting out some flawless shadow boxing to get in the zone. Without a single blow being landed or a maneuver attempted, the capacity crowd is already screaming their little faces off, so excited are they to see Grado work his first UWF free TV match in six gosh dang years.
Ranallo: It speaks volumes that Grado is just as popular as he was in the pre-Carter era of the UWF. Very few talents have that kind of enduring relationships with the fans.
Graves: Well, I'm sure a lot of these people see a kindred spirit in him. Before you ask, no, I don't mean that as a compliment.
The Big Dog decides he's already been here for too long. He's fixing to make short work of the record-breaking Hardcore Champ. Reigns stomps towards his opponent, ill intent behind those steely eyes. Grado circles around, working some top notch footwork like he's been watching old World of Sport tapes.
Roman scoffs and dares him to make a move. No need to ask twice, fella. Grado puffs out his chest and marches right up to the Samoan, bumping into him like "what's up now, son?" Reigns isn't impressed, and two-hand shoves the smaller man hard enough to knock him clean off of his feet.
Nothing but boos for the World Champ's enforcer for pulling a stunt like that. He scowls at the crowd while Rollins cackles at ringside. Shark Boy offers up some moral support for his fellow Councilor of Underwater Nomadic Talent. Grado takes that to heart and pulls himself right back up, ready for round two.
Phillips: This isn't the first time Grado's been in the ring with a bigger, stronger opponent. It's not even the first time he's squared off with Reigns. I can think of two past encounters that might not have gone his way, but that's the thing about Grado, he never gives up. He never quits.
Graves: Fair to say it's that fighting spirit that took him to the top of a brutal hardcore division. Respect where it's due, but let's be realistic in acknowledging this guy's ceiling. While he was working garbage matches, Roman Reigns was the International Champion. The difference here isn't degree, it's category, and we're about to witness a beat down so severe that Grado might wind up on the shelf for another six years.
Grado stands tall and Hulks up, huffing and puffing a second wind into himself before going right back at Reigns. Roman dares him to take his best shot and the Scott does exactly that, slapping the teeth of the Samoan's head with an open palm strike that resonate up to the cheap seats.
Heyman gasps from his post at ringside. Roman slowly turns his head back around, silently fuming. Grado points a finger right into his gosh dang chest and let's him know loud and clear...
IT'S YERSEL!
With the wrath of the gods, Roman retaliates, swinging for the fences with a haymaker. Grado ducks beneath it telegraphed, emotional strike, slips behind his foe, grabs himself a handful of trunks and vest, and uses that forward momentum to push Reigns forward to launch him over the top rope to the floor below! The Big Dog just narrowly misses crashing on to Rollins and Heyman as both of his feet touch the ground.
Ranallo: Grado just - as the kids say - yeeted Reigns out of the ring!
Graves: In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined someone who looks like Grado tossing someone who looks like Roman Reigns over the top rope.
The fans are on their feet, chanting the proud Stevenston native's name. All that energy riles the dude up, and he decides to throw caution to the wind. Grado runs across the ring, hitting the ropes to build up some momentum then sprints right back. As he reaches the far ropes, he uses the top one to vault himself up and over and out of the ring, aiming to land squarely on top of the Big Dog.
Except oh no! Rollins pulls his dazed comrade out of the way just in the knick of time! Roman avoids taking a Scottish cannonball while Grado smashes unceremoniously on to the arena floor.
Phillips: Ooof! That looked like it hurt!
Ranallo: Reigns avoids total calamity no thanks to an assist from the UWF Champion.
Shark Boy comes around the ring to even the odds. Senior Official Charles Robinson isn't about to let this thing get out of hand, though. He leans over the ropes and tells the Number One Contender to get back to his corner or he'll send him backstage. This earns Lil Naitch some boos from the crowd, but for goodness' sake, he's just doing his job, folks.
Well the blonde bombshell of a third man is distracted, however, Rollins capitalizes on the blind spot and puts the boots to poor Grado. He gets a solid several stomps in there before backing away like he ain't done nothing wrong. The incessant jeering alerts the Ref that there's foul play afoot, but by the time he turns around, Seth's been in heaven an hour before the devil knew he was dead.
Phillips: Blatant cheating by Rollins! Does this guy not have any shame?
Graves: I didn't see anything. I was busy checking to make sure that that loose cannon Shark Boy didn't ruin this main event.
Reigns shakes the cobwebs, collects Grado off the the ground and rolls homie under the ropes back into the ring. He then climbs in after him, nudging the body a bit closer to the center before hooking a leg to try for the ping. Charles drops down to count it...
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No! Grado kicks out two! The fans cheer, knowing that there's still a slim chance their hero can pull through. Reigns shakes his head and wags a warning finger at those fools. Ain't no way, no how, he's letting this scrub get a W tonight.
The Big Dog yanks Grado off of the mat as though he were a man half that size, so strong be he. Roman then launches his opponent into the ropes. Muscle memory keeps him moving as Grado instinctively and mechanically rebounds back to take a massive lariat from the Champ's goon. It damn near turns the Scott inside out as he lands in a heap.
Graves: Look at the power of Roman Reigns!
Ranallo: No argument from me - the Big Dog is about as impressive a physical specimen as we have on the roster today.
Reigns kneels over the felled Grado and places two hands on his chest for a less-than-clinical cover. Sure looks badass, though. Robertson makes the count!
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Grado shoves those hands off before the third count. Reigns warns the Ref to get better at counting or else. Charles tells him to mind his manners or else. Stalemate.
Roman picks up his opponent once again, this time whipping him into one of the turnbuckles. Grado slams into the post, coughing up all the air left in in lungs on impact. He stumbles lifelessly back towards the center of the squared circle, where Roman is waiting to hit a Superman Punch!
The Samoan leaps into the sky, fist aimed at skull. There's no contact, however, on account of Grado collapses before it can hit. A gasp from the crowd. Is this thing over? Can Grado even continue?
Ranallo: Grado's got a ton of heart but this is only his second big match in six years. Reigns has never been in better shape. Maybe the Official should call this one off.
Graves: No way. He stuck his nose in the UWF Champion's business. He needs to be into an example.
Reigns chuckles and backs away, crouching in the far corner and just waiting for Grado to get up to eat a spear. His boy Rollins doesn't even think that juice is worth the squeeze. He hops up on to the apron and demands that the Ref call the match now. It's over, he insists.
This irks Shark Boy, who marches over to have words with Seth. Heyman steps in, Rollins jumps down, and before you know it, we've got a full blown ARGUMENT at ringside! This kerfuffle distracts Lil Naitch, who comes over to mediate. Reigns abandons the Spear plan to go get involved too.
Well everyone's looking one way, they fail to notice Grado rising from the dead like the Christ of the Bible. An energy swells up in the arena as Grado defies the laws of nature to find the strength to come back for seconds. He's trembling like he's the Ultimate Warrior with all the powers of the universe coursing through his blood.
Phillips: Grado's up! He's still in this thing!
Ranallo: I don't believe it!
Romans is the only one paying enough attention to notice what's going on. He hears the crowd popping and turns around to see what that's about. Grado is right there waiting. The Scottsman grabs him across the chest, looking to send Reigns From the Tap End of Stevenson to the Rock Bottom! He elevates the Samoan, but Roman slips away to avoid getting slammed. The Big Dog then counters with a Superman Punch!
Or does he!??!
Grado slips out of the way! Reigns breezes by, wheels around, and takes a big ol' boot square to the baws! As was foretold! Reigns clutches his pearls and doubles over, leaving him wide open for the lethalist of all roll-ups, the INSIDE CRADLE~!
Graves: WHAT THE HELLl?
Ranallo: Grado goes low! He's gonna steal it!
The Ref sees Reigns going down in his peripherals and slides in to make the count!
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Rollins dives in to break up the pin...
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But Shark Boy catches his leg and yanks him back out before he can!
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
GRADO!
The fans come unglued as Grado finally gets himself a win over Roman Reigns! He rolls away from the pin and stands up, looking almost as surprised as Heyman does at ringside. That infectious theme music hits the PA and confirms the dream to be reality. In his Revolution debut, Grado has won in the main event!
Ranallo: Don't call it a comeback and don't call it an upset - the legendary Grado just scored a win over Seth Rollins' right hand man - the former International Champion, Roman Reigns!
Phillips: They people had faith and their faith has been rewarded! And what a momentum boost to his fellow C.U.N.T. member heading into Backlash!
Graves: There's nothing to be proud of! He cheated! He's a cheat! This should be overturned immediately!
On the outside of the ring, Shark Boy and Rollins are just going at it now. Total brawl. Fists everywhere. Frothing at the mouth. Heyman runs for the hills cause he's a natural coward. Grado is about to go and help his boy when a wounded Reigns tackles him from behind, so now they're scrapping, too. Everyone's fighting. Like that song about kung fu.
The music cuts out as Revolution devolves into a slugfest. Fans are up on their feet, yelling and screaming as the show goes off he rails. Hordes of security and road crew people and producers come barreling down the stage to restore some order. It takes literally two dozen of them to pry these maniacs apart. Shark Boy's mask is off kilter and he's bleeding from his lip, but he's got some of Rollins' blood on his knuckles so it's even stevens. Seth is shouting at him - something about destiny or whatever, swearing to end his career and this, that and the other.
Revolution comes to a close as an army of security yanks Rollins and Reigns away up the ramp while another wall of them hold Shark Boy and Grado at bay by the ring. The Number One Contender's name is getting chanted at full volume as the show fades to black.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Edge vs Janlea - ultra instinct
Ambrose vs Cena - mrleedles
Sami vs Bo, Grado vs Reigns - Fauche
Swoggle vs Hook, Miz vs Lee - Danny
