Post by Danny on Jul 1, 2022 2:46:53 GMT -6
The screen is lit up with wonderful colors as happy music plays causing the crowd to cheer in the arena, as we are welcomed into the Funhouse by Bray Wyatt with Open arms.
Bray Wyatt: Hiiiiii everyone, and welcome... To The Firefly Funhouse! YOWIE WOWIE have I had a great time being back with all of you, but ya know someone who hasn't been all that happy to see me back. That's my old friend Seth Rollins *Awwwww* Yeah I know, I mean I was so excited to get back with him and have some fun and yet he's barely even acknowledged me as if pretending I'm not here will make me go away. Hahahaha Oh you silly ole Seth, I'm sure when you were a little tyke your parents told you that there were no monsters under your bed and if you just ignored that eerie feeling you had that you'd find the monster you thought was there...just goes away. But what have we learned over all our time here at the Firefly Funhouse?
The cartoony sound of Alexa Bliss popping into frame is heard as he has a big smile on her face and puts her hand on her chin with the other scratching the top of her head. Before she decides on an answer and speaks.
Alexa Bliss: Hmmm, People don't pay enough attention to the details?
The children audience in one voice answer "noooo" as Bray shakes his head No as Alexa begins to ponder once more.
Alexa Bliss: Ooooh Think Think Think, Never feed Mercy after midnight? *nooooooo* Oh Bother! Ummm, Wait I know I know! Sometimes those we trust, even our families, lie to us. *Yaaaaaay*
Bray Wyatt: Boy howdy, That's right Alexa! How'd ya get so Smart? Yes even our very own families, the ones we hold dearest, will lie to us because they believe it's what's best for us...or they know it's best for them. Parents lie to their children every day that Monsters haha...Monsters aren't real. But Monsters are very much real, and pretending they don't exist doesn't protect you Seth...It only makes them all the more eager...To Show you...
Bray gets a cold serious look on his face as he says those last three words as music turns eerie and swells the camera zooming into his eyes as his pupils seem to dilate, but this trance is broken when Alexa starts hopping up and down clapping her hands.
Alexa Bliss: Oh! Oh! Oh! I just had another brain blast, I know another example of someone close lying to those that care about them, Seth lied to you. He lied for so long, that he's made us doubt ourselves. He spent so long being under your learning tree, but he never fully latched on to the Funhouse Spirit! And your little comrades? Woosh, they definitely haven't got that Funhouse spirit now do they? Isn't that Saaaad? *Yeeeaaah* Don't we just hate Thaaaat? *Yeaaaah* Don't we wish they would just Diee? *Yeaaaah*
Bray Wyatt: Oh no we don't, hee hee, but ya know what we Are gonna do with him?
Bray draws a square into the air that is animated onto the screen as he waves his fingers into shape.
Bray Wyatt: We're gonna make an Ex-A-Mple out of him. He wants to pretend it's not real, he wants to ignore me, he wants to deliberately deny me my fun. Well we're just gonna have fix that, and that goes for his friends too. The Big Dawg, Roman Reigns...Trust me I've heard from those little hyenas that float around with Tusker, he's not the brightest pup in the pound haha. And Mr. Heyman, the balking special council, the man who can spin a web about anything and yet even he has been oh so quiet about the challenge set before his God in human flesh. Seth, you were always an odd one in the Funhouse, but now I know it wasn't because He had trouble trusting, it was because He knew you for what you truly were. You all want your big moment in the spotlight like I had but you reject the fun and games I brought...No matter, you don't want to have fun then I'll just bring the fun...To you. We're gonna show that anyone, no matter how odd, or dumb, or chubby can still have a DARN good time!...Hahahaha....Whether they like it...or Not.
You hear rustling and the sound of a cage being banged around, as Wyatt turns and looks off to one side. The camera follows that gaze and shows Ramblin' Rabbit dressed up like Seth Rollins banging on dirty red cage trying to get free.
Ramblin' Rabbit: Hey man! what's going on, let me outta here! why am I dressed like this, get me outta here man This aint cool!
Alexa Bliss: Ya see Seth, This is you right now. You tried to become better than ever but you're still just trapped forever in a cage that may be Funhouse adjacent but is definitely not the fun you truly want to be having while in here.
Bray Wyatt: That's right Lexi! You're trapped in my funhouse, and when you're in here you should be Free-er than ever! I tried so hard to set you free but you chose to lock your heart away for your own selfish reasons and built a cage around yourself not realizing you trapped yourself inside. I've learned now Seth, I've learned that I can't let you out of the cage. You built it too strong, but gosh darn it if I don't still care about you my friend.
Alexa Bliss: It's true, even after all you've done to hurt his feelings, ignoring him and lying to him, he still can't stand to see you suffer.
Bray Wyatt: That's why I'm going to do the only thing I know I can do, if I can't set you free from the cage...I'm going to make sure your suffering inside it.
Bray looks over at the cage when Mercy the Buzzard suddenly pops up inside of the cage.
Bray Wyatt: Is over...
Mercy takes Ramblin' Rabbit into his mouth and the camera moves to Bray Wyatt as the sound of Ramblin' Rabbit screaming bloody murder in a horrific way is heard just off screen, Brays gaze into the camera not flinching as he simply speaks while white fluff flies in the air around his face.
Bray Wyatt: Let Me In.
After the chilling message from Wyatt, we head to the arena where the 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. Some eerie words from the challenger to the UWF Championship.
Tom Phillips: Wyatt made his return last week and he's looking to finally settle the score with Seth Rollins at Final Battle.
Corey Graves: Speaking of settling scores, in our main event the two King of the Ring finalists will team up to take on the duo of Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. Can Shark Boy and Edge coexist?
Mauro Ranallo: Another group looking to coexist is Austin Theory and Dean Ambrose. While Danhausen and John Cena certainly are looking forward to a potential match against each other, Theory and Ambrose simply despise one another.
Tom Phillips: Well if we're talking of despising people, look no further than Batista. He blindsided Eddie Kingston and looks to dish out more punishment on his former stablemate Randy Orton.
Corey Graves: Plus his challenger for the Television Championship is in action when Trevor Lee takes on that good for nothing Eddie Kingston.
Mauro Ranallo: And we have word that Trevor Lee has a few words for Randy Orton.
”You’ll never leave Harlan alive…”
The camera fades in from that note to Trevor Lee, standing in front of a pitch black background.
Trevor Lee: ”It’s the name of my song, don’cha know? ‘You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive’...such a pretty song to listen to…real soothin’ for the nerves at night, when every little thing is keepin’ ya’ up later than ya’ intended. When ya’ can’t help but feel the hairs on the back of ya’ neck stand up in fright, an’ ya’ can’t stop ya’self from turnin’ aroun’ at each an’ every possible moment, thinkin’ ta’ ya’self that there’s someone or somethin’ creepin’ up right behind ya’...”
“But where some people think that that’s just some lil’ song…I know it far better than anyone else in the U-Dubya-Eff, be it the fans or my fellow competitors inside that there ‘rasslin ring. I know it ain’t just some song, but a warnin’...a warnin’ that ya’ failed to follow, mista’ Viper.”
With a look of disdain, Trevor Lee shakes his head.
Trevor Lee: ”I told ya’ time an’ time again…come on down to Harlan! It’s such a great place, folks, an’ I didn’t lie one bit when I told y’all that! I mean…y’all saw it for ya’selves last week, didn’cha? Such a nice, humble lil’ place is Harlan…but even I can admit that it sure does got its faults. I mean, the folks down there can be…a bit judgemental. A bit…hesitant to welcome in outsiders, but that’s because, mista’ Viper, ya’ popped in unannounced. If ya’ gave me warnin’ that y’all was gonna show up, then I woulda’ rolled out our town’s finest red carpet for ya! Given ya’ the whole nine yards, the big parades an’ celebrations, the highlights of the town! I woulda done my darndest to sell ya’ on maybe buyin’ a house or a timeshare down here…”
Despite the happiness in his voice during the last portion…it comes off as hollow.
Trevor Lee: ”But instead, mista’ Viper…instead, ya’ had done gone made a joke outta’ the place. Callin’ us hillbillies…hillbillies?! I get it, I really do, we’re in the eastern part’a Kentucky. We’re about as south as south gets, yeah, but we ain’t some stereotypical rednecks or hicks or anythin’ like that, people! We are just tryin’ to do our best with what the lord and the land has given us! But of course, mista’ Viper…he didn’t see it that way.”
Another head shake, but this one seems more discouraged than anything else.
Trevor Lee: ”Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah the way mista’ Viper saw it was that we was just some small-time, zero effort, no-good stereotypical southern folk that he could walk in an’ disrespect right to their gosh darn faces! An’ that just grinds my gears, I tell ya’ what, because…well, I guess ya’ can call it a pet peeve of mine, folks. I hate it when someone enters a town an’ just has the absolute lowest amount of respect for its people or culture. It…it drives me insane when people swing on by, give us hope that they may stick around, an’ just take the time they got in their day to mock us an’ be on their way. It’s disgustin’, the indecency that some people have…an’ mista’ Viper, you’re no different from any of them. Ya’ come from a big ol’ city in St. Louis, Missouri, ya’ come from the riches and bright lights, an’ when ya’ stumble upon my home, ya’ have the gall to completely make a mockery of the hard work that I’ve put into that place for my entire life!”
With Trevor seething, he shakes his head continually now, almost trying to drive these thoughts out of his head and remain positive…remain positive…remain positive…
Trevor Lee: ”I am twenty eight years old, mista’ Viper…an’ do ya’ have any gosh darn idea how many of those years have been spent tryin’ to fix up an’ repair Harlan an’ make it into a town that is comparable to any other in Kentucky?”
Lee lets the question hang in the open air for a moment before chuckling it off.
Trevor Lee: ”No…no, no no no no no no no no no no, no of course ya’ don’t, mista’ Viper! Cause ya’ ain’t put in half the work that I have into ya’ career! Ya’ just got born with talent, born with skill, born with every little thing goin’ ya’ way from the word go, while I have learned everythin’ I can learn an’ have honed my craft at every given opportunity. An’ now, when our paths finally have met, an’ you stood in my town an’ made a fool out of not just myself, but my people…well…”
Another chuckle from Lee, this one sounding a bit more sinister in nature…the facade of Lee’s humble country boy persona cracking away, perhaps? Or just Lee letting some anger show for once?
Trevor Lee: ”...It leads me to this - mista’ Carter…I hope ya’re listenin’ to this here lil’ ramble of mine. I know, I know, ya’ gots to be a busy man, havin’ to steer the ship an’ all that, bein’ the captain of the U-Dubya-Eff…but I gots me a proposition for ya’. Ya’ see, mista’ Viper really made a fool out of me last week…he really made me sick to my stomach when he disregarded every little thing that I worked on my entire life…so how ‘bout I show him my work?”
Grinning properly for the first time since he began speaking, Lee outstretches his arms.
Trevor Lee: ”He wanted to disregard my southern hospitality, he wanted to mock my lil’ town? Then why don’t I just bring the town to him? Why don’t it be that, at Final Battle, when the two of are stood face-to-face, toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye for that there U-Dubya-Eff Television Title…why don’t we have ourselves a lil’ arrangement, where we get the residents of Harlan standin’ aroun’ at ringside, gettin’ to watch on their mayor an’ see with their own two eyes…give or take a few people…just what exactly happens to the people who make a mockery of Harlan, Kentucky?”
After a few moments…Lee has a small blush on his face? He steps back, a bit concerned…
Trevor Lee: ”A-Ah, of course, t-that is if ya’ willin’ ta’ even listen to a guy like me on some big decisions like that! I mean, it’s like I said, mista’ Carter, ya’ gotta be a busy man! Ya’ve been leadin’ the U-Dubya-Eff real well for…however many years it’s been now…s-so if I’ve stepped outta’ line o-or anythin’ like that, j-just let me know an’ I’ll be more than content with the opportunity granted to me for that there Television Title!”
Taking a second to himself to rid the blush from his face, Lee clears his throat.
Trevor Lee: ”A-Ah, anyways…my name’s Trevor Lee, mayor of Harlan, Kentucky, an’ I approved of that there message.”
And with that, Lee signs off, letting the UWF cameras go elsewhere…
The Revolution graphic splashes over the screen before we are carried backstage to a shot of Dean Ambrose.
DEAN AMBROSE
Tonight, Austin Theory gets a front row seat to the Dean Ambrose show. While he sits on the apron watching me pummel our opponents this week, Danhausen and John Cena, I want him to think real hard about the fight he has coming for him at Final Battle. See, Austin: the brutality that awaits you in a little over a week, that's not theoretical. It's just straight up fact. Since I've come back, no matter whether I'm winning or losing my matches, I've been bringing one hell of a fight to every single opponent. I've drawn blood from most of them. CM Punk, arguably the standard bearer for the company, was nearly beaten senseless by these two fists. And now Austin Theory has it in his head that he can stand on an equal footing with me.
Ambrose runs a hand over his balding head, laughing in an unhinged sort of way.
And yet they call me the Lunatic. Austin, you won't be the first young gun who comes shooting at me, looking to make your name in this industry and in this company, and you won't be the last. It's a testament to my impact that people are still trying to knock me off just to mint themselves, even after six years spent sucking through a straw because someone already blazed that trail. While it's try that I might not have the pedigree I once had, if you say the name "Dean Ambrose" to any professional wrestling fan during a word association exercise, they'll probably tell you "Best in the world" in a heartbeat. Or "loose cannon." You know, that second one, that's a fair label too and I'm not going to argue it. But I digress. My point is: you've bitten off more than you can chew, kid. And at Final Battle, you can bet your ass that you're going to bleed for it.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
"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.
Chimel: Introducing first, 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.
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,
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Chimel: Next, from McDonough, Georgia, weighing in at 220 lbs, Austin Theory!
He’s here, Austin is in the house, blokes, he’s here. Everyone wishes he wasn’t though, but the smug face of the man of many theories comes through the curtain like a bad reminder, and we’re about to get some bread. This bread. A fight, or something. Wow, look at that, the guys already in the ring from all that talk. What an athlete, so quick, so agile, what a blue chip god, huh? He awaits this one to get underway.
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
Chimel: And their opponents.... first, 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.
Chimel Next, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, the UWF Prime Time Medalist... 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.
Ambrose volunteers himself to start things off and Theory is happy to let him do so. On the opposite side of the ring, Danhausen crawls through the ropes and beckons John Cena to go deal witht he Lunatic Fringe. Cena shakes his head at the Prime Time Medalist then turns to face off against the opposition. Tony heads out of the ring and the Referee calls for the bell.
VS
DING DING
Ambrose and Cena circle each other for a few moments, each Red Brand alumnus offering up some respect in knowing what it is their opponent has to offer. There's a buzz in the arena for this start-studded EC3 Special tag team match, especially with two former top-shelf world champs kicking things off. The Doctor of Thuganomics gets low, legs bent, posture poised, everything about him daring Dean to bring it. The Lunatic Fringe cracks his neck from side to side and gladly takes him up on the offer.
Cena's expecting a lock-up up but Dean immediately moves from the collar-and-elbow to a side-headlock after landing a surprising knee in the Marine's midsection. Ambrose squeezes that head close to his chest, grinding it against his torso. Thing is, John has the power advantage over just about everyone else on the roster and he employs that to create some separation, thrusting the 'Natti Native off and away with a big shove that sends him towards the ropes.
A clothesline attempt misses when Ambrose ducks beneath the arm and keeps on trucking, making his way to the far cables, bouncing back, and trying for a lariat of his own. Cena has the same thought, and both men clobber each other with beefy extended-arm strikes.
Ranallo; Head-on collision with those lariats!
Phillips: Great minds think alike.
They both stagger back a few steps, catching their breath. Ambrose gets back to the fight first, booting Cena in the abs to further wind him and double him over. He takes John by the head and leads him towards a neutral corner, only for his foe to slip out and step behind. Cena then slams Dean's face off the top buckle.
Still holding the back of Ambrose's head, Cena turns and rushes him towards the center of the ring before dropping the Lunatic Fringe with a Bulldog! Dean's skull bounces off the mat like a basketball. John then rolls him over and shoots the half while the Official drops down to count it...
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Dean shoves him off right after the two count.
Over on the apron, Danhausen finally shows some enthusiasm for joining the fray. He reaches over the rope, commanding Cena to come tag him in. John doesn't like that tone of voice, but he's a team player. Hauling Ambrose over in that direction, Cena then slaps Danhausen's extended hang.
Ranallo: In a match full of men known primarily as singles competitors, Cena might be the big X-factor for his side. The man's a company tag team champion a few times over - that experience could prove to be invaluable.
Graves: That's true, but that was also a long time ago. Ambrose and Theory might be a combustible pairing, but for my money, there's no safer bet when that bell rings than the Blue Chip Prospect.
Phillips: Danhausen coming in hothausen!
Danhausen steps through the ropes and immediately grabs Ambrose's left arm, twisting it around so it's all messed up in the socket. Dean grits his teeth and tries to pull away, but that demonic sicko gives it a yank down to exacerbate the pain. He then slowly ascends the ropes, still holding on to the limb. Cena gives him some space to do his thing as they pass by, with Danhausen walking across the top cable while clutching Dean's contorted limb, taking things Old School.
The showy-offy maneuver garners a big pop from the crowd. Danhausen uses his free hand to rile the fans up even more, waving in some more volume and enthusiasm, basking in their adulation. When their enthusiasm has reached its zenith, he leaps from the ropes and delivers a seismic chop to the rotator cuff of Ambrose!
The Lunatic Fringe finally get his arm free and clutches at the point of impact, nursing the injury. Danhausen makes the most of the opening, slips behind him, and snags a hasty roll-up outta nowhere to try and steal the win! The Official drops to count it...
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Ambrose breaks loose before the third count.
Phillips: That was a close callhausen!
Graves: Stop it.
Ranallo: Danhausen's as sneaky as they come. He always has a trick up his sleeve, and while Ambrose has been around the game for a long time, Danhausen might just have a few surprises he hasn't seen before.
Both guys scramble to their feet. Danhausen looks to grab a hold of him but Dean's fed up at this point. He breaks free, whips his body around to get some momentum going and then turns his opponent inside out with an enormous Rolling Elbow. The Prime Time Medalist goes down like a sack of potatoes, smashing into the canvas before sitting up with a dazed expression all over that paint face.
The fans "OOH" - it sounded like a wooden bat cracking a baseball out of the park. Ambrose doesn't even bother going for a pin. He runs for the ropes, rebounds off, and catches his foe coming back in with a boot to the chin. That plants Danhausen into the canvas and this time he shoots the half.
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Danhausen kicks out at two. Ambrose kneels over him, shaking his head as he tells him that he should have stayed down. Dean then hauls him back into a seated position and slaps on a deep chin lock.
Graves: The last place Danhausen wants to be is on the mat with Dean Ambrose, whose grappling and ground-and-pound game have only gotten better during his time away.
Ranallo: I'd say somewhere between clinical and brutal.
Phillips: Don't underestimate Danhausen's graps, guys. The flexible ones can be tricky down there.
Theory, who's been pretty disinterested in the match thus far, finally calls for a tag from Ambrose. Dean ignores him at first, which irks the self-centered young buck. Austin decides to take matters into his own hands and jumps the ropes. He then rushes in and boots Danhausen in the chest, giving his partner a quick assist.
This, of course, draws the ire of the Official, who chases Theory back out to the apron. Austin puts his hands up innocently, acting like it's no big deal. However upset the Ref is, Dean is that much angrier. He releases Danhausen and storms over, telling Theory to mind his own beeswax, finger pointed right into his chest. Theory then reaches over the ropes and tags himself in, smiling proudly as he comes through the ropes.
Graves: Some trouble in paradise here.
Ranallo: Ambrose said that Theory couldn't be in a safer place than teaming with him - not because he respects his teammates, but because he's not going to throw away the match he's being paid to compete in to fight Theory for free. The Lunatic Fringe looking to make bank when he finally squares off with the Blue Chipper.
Phillips: And knowing that, expect Theory to keep poking the bear. He can't help himself.
Danhausen is crawling towards his corner when Theory catches up to him. He drags him back towards the middle, away from Cena's outstretched hand, then hoists him sky-high with an impressive Vertical Suplex. Austin proceeds to drive the Prime Time Medalist down into the canvas. The impact rattles the ring and the young gun tries for a cover...
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Danhausen gets a defiant shoulder up early. Theory doesn't sweat it. He gets right back up, runs the ropes, and returns to hit a standing Shooting Star Press that lands flush, torso to torso. He full, twisted body weight crunches down on Danhausen's tatted-up chest and knocks all the air out of his lungs, making it harder for him to find the power to kick out when Austin tries for his second pin attempt...
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He kicks out again! This time Theory looks pissed.
Ranallo: Theory showing off his power game and high-flying prowess. The man possesses a near-bottomless toolbox.
Phillips: That explains why he's such a tool.
Graves: Check your bias, Phillips, and mind your manners - that's the future of the business you're besmirching.
Theory pulls Danhausen up and drapes the smaller man over his shoulders. He looks straight into the hard cam and calls for the ATL to end it. Ambrose shakes his heads disapprovingly at the glory hog as he watches on from the apron.
Austin then flips his opponent over, only for Danhausen to slip out of his grasp to land behind him. Theory turns around to take a Superkick right to the teeth! The Blue Chipper is out on his feet. Danhausen stumbles away on wobbly legs until he hits the ropes, then bounces back to take his opponent down with a Big Boot! He collapses on top and hooks the leg while the crowd counts along....
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Theory kicks out in time! Danhausen scowls at the Referee but lets it slide as he starts the long crawl towards his corner. Cena's got his hand right there and waiting, all he has to do is make it in time.
Meanwhile Austin comes to and starts to roll in his own corner's direction. Ambrose is waiting there, chomping at the bit to get back in the fight. It's a race against time for both men!
Phillips: Danhausen needs to tag out! He's in rough shape and Cena's still fresh!
Ranallo: But will Theory beat him to the punch? If Ambrose can cut off this tag then - NO! IT'S TOO LATE!
Danhausen catches Cena's hand and Big Match John comes in swinging. He catches Theory before he can reach Ambrose, picks him and sends him into ropes. John levels him on the way back with a clothesline. Instinct sees Austin getting right back to his feet - this time the Doctor of Thuganomics hoists him into the air with the Spin-Out Powerbomb.
As Theory's getting spun, though, he stretches out his hand. Ambrose catches it and makes the tag. Cena plants the Blue Chipper down hard, stands back over him and calls for the Five Knuckle Shuffle...
Graves: Cena didn't see it, but the Official did - Theory just made the tag to Ambrose!
Ranallo: Turn around John, you've got big trouble on your six!
Cena waves his hand in front of his face right before he gets spun around by Dean, who knees him in the gut to set up a No Hitter! He plants John head-first into the canvas and goes for the cover.
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A wounded Danhausen valiantly dives back into the ring to break it up!
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Theory catches him coming and just manages to hold him back while the Ref's hand falls again...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
DEAN AMBROSE AND AUSTIN THEORY!
The Deftones hit the PA and Dean stands up over Cena. The Official takes his arm in one hand and Theory's in the other to raise them in victory. The teammates exchange glares over his shoulders, but as Dean steps to him, Austin pulls back and rolls out of the ring to the floor. He ain't about to be bothered over that trifling nonsense.
Ranallo: Ambrose and Theory adding more W's to the column with an impressive showing against the Prime Time Medalist and a living legend in John Cena.
Phillips: I'd surprised they didn't implode, honestly.
Graves: If that match had gone a few minutes longer, they might have. It was a mistake by Cena that cost his team the match, and given his record since losing the Television Championship to Randy Orton at Wrestlmania, you have to wonder if he still has what it takes to compete against the best in the world.
As Ambrose heads up the ramp, Cena finally sits up in the ring, looking bummed out as heck. As Cena sits in the ring looking despondent at having fallen short on this occasion, the sound of microphone tapping can be heard. The fans perk up as Danhausen appears to be the one holding the microphone in question as he slowly begins to amble up the ramp away from the ring.
Danhausen
Blast you John! You went and cost Danhausen the match you foolish fellow! That’s the last time Danhausen accepts an offer to team with an untrustworthy being! Danhausen is furious! This will simply not stand! The only way Danhausen sees fit to put it right is by officially challenging you to a match, yes a second match, between you and him at Last Dancehausen. Danhausen teased this very possibility last week, but now he’s in no mood for teasing anymore. So the challenge is out there John, and to give you that extra incentive to say yes, Danhausen will even put the Cryme Tyme Medal on the line. How’s that for an offer you can’t refuse eh? Anyways, Love That Danhausen! Cheerio! Danhausen needs to now go and eat catering…
Danhausen then drops the microphone and turns around to head up the ramp as his music plays him out and the camera fades out for the show to resume elsewhere.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO DO BAD SHIT TO GET WHAT YOU WANT.
Did I want to walk away from all of this and go back home, to see my mother and hold her hand and look her in the face and tell her, I done enough.
When I knew that was bullshit.
Did I want to walk away when I knew, deep down inside of myself that even if my body was crying and breaking. Even if I was so low down in the fucking mud and dirt, that there was still something, however little there was within myself, something tell me that I could still go.
But did I listen to it? Did I fuck and now look? Six months have slipped through my fingers and look at what we have going on here. I left after finally looking CM Punk in the eye, after decades of hating one another, I would take his hand and finally shake it and congratulate him on the work he had done and then.
Gone.
I was gone from UWF, the only place I gave a shit about and I was at home. Happy? Yeah sure, content? A little, but there was that pull within my heart, the pull that lingered there for some time, boiling as days turned into weeks, then weeks into months that I was not being the person I needed, the person I wanted to be and I knew within myself.
I lied to my mother, I broke her fucking heart.
Because I didn’t do enough. I had not achieved everything that I wanted, there was still gas left in me, there was still fight left in me, there was still something, something there, someone deep down that was like fuck it, let’s get back there and show these little shits how to get the job done.
I look around this place and I don’t know who these people are. Good. That means I will hold nothing within myself when I fucking tank them into the ground, hit them so hard I smash there faces, hit them again until my knuckles will crack and not stop until they are nothing other than fucking crimson puddles under me and even then, I am going to have to be dragged off them, kicking and screaming.
Batista, Roman Reigns, to name only two. Two out of the many that I have my eyes on. Both of you, big dogs, barking and thinking you are all that, but one look at me and your tails go between your legs and you are pissing yourself, because yeah. Good work, you ruined my return. You put me into the ground and left laughing and all that shit, but I swear the fuck.
No one learns anything here.
I am still standing. I am still here. I still have fight within me and that means, I am coming for you. I am coming to end the both of you once and for all. Yeah, is it gonna be easy, nope, but then again, my entire life has been one shit storm after another, so why would my second run in UWF be any different than the first. Don’t want any friends, don’t need any of them.
It is me against the fucking world.
God help you all.
The scene opens with Randy Orton staring into the camera and he begins to speak.
Hello UWF Universe, as you see that I have a match against a former member of Evolution named Batista. I must say things haven't changed a bit since he ran off to Hollywood and started making money. But of course he knows he isn't the top movie star today. So let i have said before, the guy enjoy making money as a background actor. You don't see The Rock, Vin Diesel. Tom Cruise or Clint Eastwood doing that. But everyone knows that is Dave's thing nowadays. As you see Dave, I always knew you were jealous of me and my success. You already know deep down inside that I will always be better than you. It doesn't matter how many movies you have to run off to and then seemingly come out of nowhere to wrestle a random match. I honestly have already proven to you time and time again that I will always a better wrestler than you. Just because you are older and make more movies doesn't mean anything to me.
There is a damn good reason I am called the Devil. It is because I can smell your fears and the taste of your sweet delicious human blood thousand miles away. It doesn't matter where you go Dave, I will always be there watching you. I know where you live. eat and what you afraid of. I already know you are just jealous that you don't have the right skills or wrestling abilities to win a championship in UWF. As I am holding this precious UWF TV Championship. You know you hate watching me making wrestling appearances carrying it everywhere I go. You can't stand the fact you can't compete with a guy like me. You already knew I was always going to come out on top when I left Evolution to become one of the greatest and dangerous wrestlers today in UWF. So don't play hard ball and say I wasn't good enough because you already know damn well I was good enough to become a way better champion than you can ever be.
As for tonight, you will not going to get knocked down and get a huge beatdown. I will leave you embarrassed in front of everyone when the bell rings and I hit you with the RKO. You will not only fall down to your demise. Your whole movie career will also go down in flames just like your wrestling career Dave. If only we join forces and help each other, then probably you will be able to win a championship already. But no, you have to do things your way. It was ok. No matter what happens tonight Dave, it will only be your fault and it will lead to your downfall. Tonight, you will be leaving UWF a bloody mess with broken bones with your blood get bitten by the Devil himself. The Grim Reaper is here to collect your debts of your consequences. YOur consequences will be deal with blood and a bloody corpse. At the end of tonight, you will become nothing but a bloody corpse. I will teach you a huge lesson why you shouldn't mess with me and that will be a huge warning to Trevor Lee. Trevor Lee, I hope you are watching because what happens to Batista tonight will be the exact same thing that will happen to you. You will regret steeping in the ring with me and crossing path with me. Tonight, everything will be covered in darkness and blood. This time, everything belong to me. Your blood and broken deceased corpses belong to me. Your nightmare have begun. You shall fall and bow down to the future of UWF himself. He will claim his throne and become the king of Darkness. He will rule his kingdom while covering UWF with deceased bloody corpses and broken bones. You will all remember the name of the Devil himself.......UWF TV Champion Randy Orton!!!!!!
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton glaring at the camera.
We head back down to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already in the ring, pacing back and forth, ready for this match to get started.
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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As soon as the bell rings, the former Carolina Caveman comes out of Lee as he rushes forward and Dropkicks Eddie right in the face! Kingston is backed into the corner and Trevor gets to his feet and starts wailing on Eddie, showing just how tough he can be. Eddie gets his hands up as best he can until he has an opening to hit him with a Knee Lift to the gut. Eddie follows up with a Headbutt that sends him reeling. Kingston shakes the cobwebs loose before coming over and giving Lee a Knife Edge Chop across the chest. Lee turns away and falls to his knees while holding his chest. Eddie comes up from behind and grabs at his face with one hand while punching him in the forehead with the other.
Corey Graves: Do something ref, those are closed fists!
Mauro Ranallo: UWF doesn't like matches ending in DQ so there's always a bit of leniency with the referees.
Corey Graves: It's a shame good ol' country boys like Trevor Lee suffer for it. Luckily I know we'll see him come back and put Eddie in his place in due time.
Lee falls to all fours and crawls away to the ropes. Eddie is pacing back and forth, muttering to himself and getting himself all worked up. Lee uses the ropes to assist himself back up. Eddie comes running over and Clotheslines him over the ropes! Lee hangs on though and lands on the apron. Eddie walks off not realizing this but looks back to see him getting up. He runs at him again but Lee goes low with a Shoulder Thrust to the gut. Eddie is hunched over and Lee jumps over with a Slingshot DDT! He makes the pin!
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Kingston kicks out! He sits up right away but Lee gives him a Dropkick to the back of the head! Eddie rolls out of the ring to get a breather but Trevor exits out onto the apron. Eddie doesn't realize this and when he turns around, Lee runs over with a Soccer Kick to the head! Kingston goes down and Lee walks to the corner and starts to climb. Eddie is getting back to his feet but it's a bad idea as as soon as he gets to his feet, He's taken down with a Moonsault Plancha! Lee picks him up right away and tosses him back into the ring, following him in to make the pin.
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Kingston kicks out at 2! The #1 contender to the Television Championship kneels right next to Eddie and starts teeing off with some closed fists. Eddie rolls under the ropes to escape and get a breather but Lee takes him out with a Basement Dropkick to knock him to floor once again! Lee is all smiles as he walks out onto the apron again. He's measuring Eddie telling him to get to his feet. Eddie rises up and turns around just as Lee is going for another Soccer Kick! Kingston catches his foot however and yanks it back causing Lee to eat shit face first on the apron! Eddie rolls him into his arms and delivers a Belly to Belly Suplex on the floor!
Corey Graves: Leave it to Eddie Kingston to use everything at his disposal rather than wrestle a match in the ring.
Tom Phillips: None of what he's done is illegal.
Corey Graves: That doesn't mean it's right. Luckily karma's a bitch and it's been proven as this thug has yet to win any gold in UWF.
Eddie picks up Trevor Lee and throws him back into the ring. He climbs in after him and walks over to drop an Elbow to the back. Lee turns over and grabs at his back but Eddie grabs a fistful of hair and brings him up to a vertical base. Lee fights him off with some punches to the gut but Eddie knocks him loopy with another Headbutt! He then hoists Lee up and slams him back down with a Uranage! Lee rolls away to the corner to try and get away but Eddie comes right back over and washes his boot his face, adding insult to injury. He then runs to the corner and comes back with a Boot across the face! He drags him out of the corner and hooks the leg for the pin!
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Lee kicks out! Eddie once against pulls him up by the hair and grabs him at his side. He's going for a Saito Suplex but Lee starts to Elbow him in the head until his grip loosens and Lee is back on the mat. Lee takes a deep breath but Eddie whacks him with a Spinning Back Fist! Lee looks out on his feet and so Eddie runs to the ropes coming back with a Crossbody only for Lee to jump into it and spin out into the Collision Course into the pin!
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Kingston kicks out! Lee grabs Eddie by the ear and brings him up. He's talking some trash before he sets him up for the Small Package Driver. Eddie manages to punch him in the ribs and get his leg free, turning it into a Suplex! Lee however turns in mid air and flips behind him, grabbing him in a waist lock. He shoves him into the ropes for a roll up but instead rolls through to hit the Cumberland German into the bridge for the pin!
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Eddie gets the shoulder up at 2!
Mauro Ranallo: Eddie has fought long a hard to get to UWF so you can be sure he'll fight through whatever pain to get to where he wants to be.
Corey Graves: You said that last time he was here and what did it get him?
Mauro Ranallo: Numerous main events and title opportunities?
Corey Graves: Yeah that he failed to capitalize on. Trevor Lee could win a title on his first try at Final Battle, something Eddie Kingston can only dream of.
Lee picks up Kingston and whips him to the ropes. He's hoping for the Cave In but Eddie hangs onto the ropes to prevent him from running forward. Lee runs at him but eats a Back Elbow for his troubles that knocks him back a few paces. Eddie runs forward and hits a Running Arched Big Boot! Lee tries to get back up right away but gets whipped into the corner. Eddie walks over and starts unloading with a series of Knife Edge Chops! The ref counts for 4 and makes him back of but Lee ends up hitting Eddie with a Superkick! Kingston is knocked back a few paces and Lee runs forward only to get caught with a Capture Suplex! Lee hits with such impact that he bounces up to a seated position. Kingston rushes forward and clocks him in the back of the head with the American D! Lee is knocked out cold and Eddie makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Eddie Kingston!
Eddie gets his hand raised but he yanks it away. He looks down at Lee and gives him a nod for the good fight but heads off to the back, leaving the Number One contender to the Television Championship to tend to his wounds at the show moves on.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Interestingly, the shot is in black and white. Just one of those things. CM Punk is shown sitting alone in a locker room, head bowed as he addresses the camera.
Punk: It could have been Pure Rules. I could have forced the regulations you blatantly reject on you and exposed you for the embarrassing, hack, shell-of-yourself wrestler you really are.
Brooks cracks his neck from side to side and continues.
Punk: It could have been a Lumberjack match. I could have surrounded that ring with everyone person you've slighted and screwed over - dozens of peers from today and years past who hate your guts, from Sweet n' Sour to the nWo to the Dudleyz to the New Day.
He sits up in his chair a little as he goes on.
Punk: It could have been a Submissions Only. I could have grappled circles around you while you tried to figure out a hold to tap out the guy who hasn't tapped once in this show's history. It could have been an "I Quit" match. I could have afforded you the mercy of a way out and let you revel in your own cowardice. It could have even been a UWF Tag Team Championship match where I would have my pick of the litter in finding a partner to end your right to call yourself "Forever Champ".
The Second City Saint finally looks up into the lens.
Punk: Keep that in mind - keep in mind how flawless, how perfect all those ideas sound when it comes to settling this score - consider that when you wonder why I decided to lock us up inside Cell instead. When you and your little friends are huddled up in the shadows trying to gameplan your way out of this one, when you're bragging about all your success inside cages, just remember that you're exactly where I want you, Sami.
See you at Final Battle. See you inside Hell in a Cell.
CM Punk stands up and walks away. The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.
As Revolution continues, things head backstage where Batista is standing by getting ready for his match.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Randy Orton claims to be the Devil himself. I know something about the Devil after my time as Leviathan and I know a lot about Randy after my time in Evolution and the two aren’t one in the same. Randy may have figured out a bit of smoke and mirrors, but he’s still the same punk son of a cowboy that he’s always been. Randy, I don’t like you and haven’t liked you all these years for the same reason I’m after Eddie Kingston: you think you’re a bigger star than me. You think you’re hot shit and the sun shines out of your ass. Well that’s no truer than your claim to hear voices, Randy. And when I physically disprove all that, don’t be surprised if you’re left bleeding on your Television Championship.
Batista resumes his preparations as Revolution continues.
The titantron would cut to Ciampa sitting in what used to be his usual dark spot backstage, he is without Wardlow this week, the big mans presence not being needed when no match is on. Ciampa would have Goldie slung over his shoulder and he’d have a mic in hand.
Ciampa: So it seems I touched a nerve at some point with you Homicide, was it when I disregarded you as the third wheel in my war with Shinsuke. Was it when I stole your pin at Backlash or was it when I had Wardlow powerbomb your pathetic excuse for a trainer on the ramp as all you could do was watch.
A clip would play showing the attack committed by Ciampa and Wardlow after accepting Homicides challenge for Final Battle, cutting to the devastating powerbomb onto Lambert by Wardlow.
Ciampa: I must have provoked something because last week you once again decided to stick your nose in my business, just like you did with Shinsuke, you did the same with Ambrose and you cost me my unpinned streak. I hadn’t been pinned since Wrestlemania and you ruined that Homicide.
Cracking his neck, Ciampa would continue.
Ciampa: You see I like to put myself on a pedestal above the rest of the roster around here and that's because I strive to do my best round here, to be the best and that streak was proving that. It was proving that anyone you put against me would all meet the same fate, a Project Ciampa and a look at the lights but Ambrose got lucky and escaped that fate, you were the main instrument in that and while i’ll pay Ambrose back at a later date, at Final Battle: my attention is all on you Homicide, just what you wanted.
Ciampa would slide Goldie off his shoulder and lift her up.
Ciampa: At Final Battle, Goldie might be the objective for you but for me as always its respect. I’m tired of guys like you Homicide who think they’re owed shit round here. I get in the days of The Cartel you were a force to be reckoned with but its a different era now. Its an era were we don’t rest on our laurels. We aren’t owed anything, we work our asses off to get there. I had to do it and i’m going to make sure you do as well.
Getting up Ciampa would sling Goldie on his shoulder.
Ciampa: You better be training well Homicide, because at Final Battle, I finally put you in the back mirror and I don’t want to hear any excuses about you not being ready.
With that Ciampa walks off and Revolution moves on.
”I Walk Alone” begins playing, sending the crowd into an uproar as many are booing but there are still fans sprinkled amongst them that are cheering the big man. Without much delay, out he walks and begins making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, BATISTA!
Batista enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
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Orton smirks at Big Dave who just stands there with his shades still on. Batista smiles back at him and shakes his head. even through the shades to can still see him roll his eyes at the so called "Devil". He turns his back and places his sunglasses on the mat but Orton slithers behind him, grabbing him and throwing him shoulder first into the steel ring post! If that wasn't bad enough, he pulls him out of the corner and levels him with an RKO! The crowd looks shocked and Orton turns him over to make the pin!
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But NO! Batista gets the shoulder up in the last second! Orton simply smiles at this, more than happy to dish out more punishment. He backs away to the corner and holds the ropes, lunging forward, hyping himself up for a dastardly deed. Batista is up on all fours and Randy comes running forward for the Punt Kick! Batista however pops up and catches him with a Spinebuster! Batista falls back, unable to go for the cover and instead rests against the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: The Hollywood Animal almost suffered the quickest loss of since his return right there.
Corey Graves: Randy Orton is one of the most diabolical men on the roster and he's Television Champion for a reason. Big Dave might be a bigger star but Orton is a changed man. He'll learn from this slip up.
Both men get to their feet but it's Orton on the move first. He comes at Batista and goes right for his eyes! Batista turns away in the corner and Orton starts smashing his face into the top turnbuckle. He goes to whip him to the other side of the ring but Batista reverses and sends Orton running instead. Batista runs at him but Orton gets the boot up. He nails Batista in the face and he takes a few steps back. Orton runs at him and hits a clothesline but Big Dave doesn't go down. Orton goes for a second Clothesline but once again it doesn't take the Hollywood Animal down. Batista seems to gain some clarity though and tells him to try again. Orton turns like he's going to run to the ropes again but instead hits a Dropkick right to the head and Batista finally falls to a knee. Orton quickly goes behind him and grabs his head, draping him over his back before he falls to his knees into the Backbreaker! He makes the pin!
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Batista kicks out! Orton brings Batista back to his feet but Hollywood Animal grabs him and lifts him into the air, running and driving him into the corner. From there he starts throwing Shoulder Thrust into his midsection over and over again, taking the wind out of the Television Champion. He then grabs him by the head with both hands and just throws him across the ring. Batista isn't fucking around anymore and he picks up Orton and hosts him over his shoulder. Next thing you know he's slamming him down into the mat with a Running Powerslam! He hooks the leg for the cover!
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Orton kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Batista was rocked early on in this match but now he's gotten focused and you can be sure he's looking to hurt his former stable mate.
Tom Phillips: There's no love lost between these two and their careers have taken drastically different turns. I guess tonight we'll see who took the better road.
Corey Graves: Well one of them makes millions starring in Marvel movies and the other drinks blood with AJ Lee. I know which one I'd pick.
Mauro Ranallo: Damn Corey, didn't know you were a freak like that.
Corey Graves: What?
Batista picks up Orton and tells him the old classic line "I'm gonna rip you head off". He runs to the ropes and comes back with a massive Clothesline! Orton's head hits the mat hard and he looks completely out of it. Batista simply looks down at him and laughs. He grabs Orton and places his head between his legs, signalling for the end. AJ however gets on the apron and starts yelling at him. Batista doesn't pay her any attention but she gets the ref's attention and this allows Orton to hit a Low Blow! Batista falls to his knees but Orton grabs him and throws him through the ropes, pulling him in enough so he feet dangle before he drives his skull into the mat with the Rope Hung DDT!
AJ gets off the apron with a smile on her face, her job well done. Orton doesn't go for the pin. He instead drops to the mat and starts pounding his fists into it. Batista slowly rises to his feet and The Viper goes for the final strike! Batista however uses his strength to push him forward and Orton runs forward into the ropes, bouncing off them and running right into a Spear! The Television Champion is nearly broken in half and Batista hooks both legs for a deep cover!
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But NO! Orton kicks out just in time! Batista gets back up and looks like he's ready to end this. He walks over to the ropes and begins to shake them. The crowd boos but the Hollywood Animal pays them no mind. He throws the thumbs up and then puts them down. Orton is getting to his feet but he's kicked in the gut and lifted up for the Batista Bomb! Orton comes to life and starts to hammer away at the top of his head. Batista struggles to keep him up and is stumbling around. Orton manages to push himself off his shoulders and hit him with an RKO on the way down! The fans are shocked as Orton makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion Randy Orton!
Tom Phillips: All his underhanded tactics managed to pay off and Orton has got some momentum heading into Final Battle.
Mauro Ranallo: He'll need all the momentum he needs as he goes against Trevor Lee and seemingly all of Harlan.
Orton exits the ring with AJ and they head up the ramp. Running right past them though is none other than Eddie Kingston! He slides right into the ring and starts hammering away at Batista! The crowd is on their feet cheering as Batista tries to get away. He rolls out of the ring but Eddie is in hot pursuit. He rummages under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. Much to the dismay of everyone, security comes out from the back and unlike most of the time there's a brawl, it become clear this is Batista's private security. They escort him through the crowd while others tackle Eddie to the ground. The place is in chaos as the show moves on.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Sami Zayn.
Sami Zayn: Wow a guest? Usually I have to ask for some tv time or you just run up on me and try to catch me with those gotcha questions. Anyways go ahead, I already know what you're gonna ask.
Renee Young: Well I just wanted to get your reaction to the-
Sami Zayn: My reaction to thee stipulations CM Punk picked huh? My reaction is this. Really? A Hell in a Cell? Is that really the best he could come up with? I know Punk is used to being alone because he doesn't have any friends but that doesn't make him better in this environment. As a matter of fact, it's actively hampering him. We all saw his UWF Championship reign. He desperately needed Samoa Joe to win his matches and when he lost him,. so too did he lose that UWF Championship. But hey, maybe he realizes that this is curtains for him. Maybe he wants me to end it all for him. Sort of like a suicide by cop type of deal. Well sorry to tell you Punk but this cop is certainly a bastard. I'm going to enjoy hurting you. Mark your calendars folks because July 10th marks the end of CM Punk's career.
Renee Young: Bold statement there Sami.
Sami Zayn: Bold? More like tame. Or did you not see me defeat him at Backlash?
Renee Young: Well we saw Luchadora hit him in the head with the Forever Championship and-
Sami Zayn: Really? Because I didn't hear the ref call for a bell. Did either of you guys hear anything? Huh, that's weird because usually you'd get disqualified for something like that. I'd suggest getting your eyes and hearing checked Renee. I bet you probably fell for the deep fake Sami Zayn at Wrestlemania too! Listen, you probably just got confused. I know it can be hard to keep up with so many people coming and going. Allow me to help make things easier for you. Start writing the headlines now. "Sami Zayn exposes CM Punk as the Best Fraud in the World!" Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to go prepare for.
Zayn walks off leaving Renee looking annoyed as the show moves on.
Homicide is shown outside of a house and Homicide looks at the camera and begins to talk
Homicide: You wonder why in the hell I’m out here. A house in Florida. Well, this is Dan Lambert’s house. After that big Rhyno clone attacked him he injured Dan pretty bad. In fact, they said, Dan may never walk again. Yes, that is what the doctors said. The doctors said Dan is seriously injured. Can you imagine how proud Ciampa must be? He attacked an innocent man. A man whose here to help not just me, but others in this business. Yet he attacked him.
A bell is heard and Homicide responds.
Homicide: That’s Dan right there.
Homicide goes and he enters the house and we see Dan Lambert laying in bed with the neckbrace. Dan seems broken and Homicide begins to speak towards his mentor.
Homicide: Ey Dan what do you need man?
Dan Lambert: W-w-water.
Homicide goes and grabs the water for Dan that is in a squirt bottle so Homicide is able to squirt the water in his mouth. You can see the strong side of Homicide isn’t there like usual. A compassionate Homicide is there to help a man he considers a mentor and friend. Dan is trying to sit up.
Homicide: Woah woah easy Dan chill for a second.
Dan Lambert: Tell, tell the camera to come here.
Homicide let’s the camera close to Lambert laying in bed.
Dan Lambert: Tomasso Ciampa, Wardlow… You may have shut me up for now, but I will be back sooner than you want. My client the Notorious one will become the Interconti-- *Cough*
Homicide: Hey Dan just realx. Aight tranquillo mi amigo. I’m gonna talk to them outside.
Homicide let’s Dan relax and he exits the house and Homicide speaks once more.
Homicide: You know now a lot of people give a fuck about me. Not a lot of people say they believe in me. In that bed though is a man who does believe in me. In that bed is a man who opened his arms too me and said come train here at American Top Team. I am used to having a target on my back because of my lifestyle, but there was always a code. The code is that certain people wouldn’t be touched. You two could have beat the shit out of me, and I would have been cool with it. I would have been okay with it. Yet you chose my mentor, my trainer. You chose a guy who isn’t signed to be a performer. He is signed as a manager. You did that, and you crossed the line. Ciampa you always talking about damaging people to the point where they don’t want to come back. Ciampa I am going to take you out that you won’t want to move up the ladder. You wouldn’t want to become a world champion. The ass kicking I’m about to give you will make me a boogeyman for you. That when you see me you avoid and duck me as much as you can. You Ciampa at first it was about being the better man than you for the belt. But now Ciampa. This is personal. This about me kicking your ass and making you regret the position your in. Your no man, hell you aint even a bitch. You are nothing. And being nothing is the worst thing you can be you goof.
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. 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.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth Rollins stands in the middle of the ring with both of his hands out to the side, presenting himself as a mythical being in a sense. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction as he reminds of whom the holder is of the most prestigious championship in the company.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the 2022 ROYAL RUMBLE WINNER & UWF CHAMPION: SETH ROLLINS AND ROMAN REIGNS!!!!!!!!
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!
Edge stand across from both men who are smiling. The live feed cuts to the backstage area to show Shark Boy laid out on the ground. referees and medical officials are checking on him and Edge shoots them a glare. This tag team match has now turned into a handicap match and Edge has no choice but to see it through.
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Seth is all smiles, cackling at the fact that Edge is all alone. Roman is also smirking, cracking his knuckles at the same time, ready to get down to business. The two masters of the Spear circle around one another, looking for the opportunity to strike first. Edge has his back to Rollins however and quickly turns around and clocks him right in the face, knocking him off the apron! Roman runs at Edge from behind but the King of the Ring finalist dodges out of the way and Roman hits chest first into the turnbuckles. He bounces off the corner a few steps backwards and Edge grabs his head and drops him with the Edge-o-Matic! He hooks the leg for the pin!
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Roman kicks out and rolls to the outside right away to regroup with Rollins. Edge looks at both men and smiles, the two angrily watching from the outside. Rollins whispers something in Roman's ear and he nods before climbing back onto the apron. Edge backs up, giving him room to enter the ring. When Roman steps through the ropes. Edge rushes forward and starts beating him with clubbing blows. Reigns fights through the hits and shoves Edge down onto the mat. The Ultimate Opportunist gets back to his feet just in time to see a Superman Punch incoming! Edge manages to catch the arm and force Roman down into a Fujiwara Armbar position. He places his knee right on Roman's shoulder and pulls his arm up, mocking Rollins by reaching it out for a tag.
Tom Phillips: It's almost as if Edge doesn't realize that he's in there all alone.
Mauro Ranallo: The thing about a handicap match is, if you completely neutralize one opponent and never let them get the tag, it's very possible to walk away with a victory.
Corey Graves: If there was anyone crafty enough to overcome a 2 on 1 disadvantage, It'd be Edge.
Edge's taunting comes back to bite him as he lets up just a little too much while teasing the outreached arm and Roman plants it down into the mat and shoves Edge off of him. The Rated R Superstar goes to kick him in the face but Roman catches his boot and shakes his head. He stands back up while holding the boot and shoves him back first into the corner. From there he unload with some Shoulder Thrusts, giving Edge just a taste of what his Spear could do. He grabs Edge by the ears and pulls him in for a big Headbutt that knocks him loopy. With Edge seeing stars at the moment, Roman hoists him onto his shoulders to hit a Samoan Drop! He makes the pin!
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Edge kicks out! Roman grabs Edge by the hand and drags him over to his corner, tagging in Rollins. Seth is all sorts of cocky, bouncing up and down and striking Edge every now and then, insulting him more than injuring him. He brings Edge up to his feet only to take him down with a Falcon Arrow! He doesn't hook the leg for the pin. He doesn't go for the pin at all. He's all smiles as he walks to his corner and leans down, taunting Edge by doing the same thing he does to set up the Spear. Roman is laughing and as soon as Edge is up and turns around, Rollins charges forward. Edge manages to leapfrog over him and Rollins turns around and eats a Big Boot! Rollins turns away and falls to his hands and knees and Edge comes up behind him, getting underneath him and lifting him up in an electric Chair. Rollins starts throwing down punches to the top of the head to escape and runs to the ropes. He comes back and both men take each other out with Double Clotheslines!
The crowd breaks out into loud cheers, which is confusing since neither man is well liked. The camera cuts to the stage to show Shark Boy walking out from the back. He's holding his head but he hobbles over to the ring and climbs onto the apron and reaches his hand out for the tag!
Mauro Ranallo: Shark Boy has come back from the depths and he's ready to open up a can of whip bass!
Corey Graves: Look at him, he can barely stand. I'll be surprised if he can open up a can of tuna in that condition.
Edge crawls over to his corner and sees his partner and future opponent there. He reaches out and makes the tag! The crowd explodes into cheers and the legendary fish man goes to town on Rollins. He's taking it to Seth and Roman slides into the ring behind him to cut him off but Shark Boy kicks him in the gut and he eats a Chummer for his troubles! He turns his attention back to Seth who jumps up and connects with a High Knee to the face! Shark Boy falls to a knee and Seth goes to the ropes, coming off them looking for a Curb Stomp but Shark Boy jumps into the air and takes him down with a Thez Press! He follows that up with a flurry of punches until Seth rolls away. Shark Boy follows him over and Seth tries to go for a Shoulder Thrust through the ropes but Shark Boy hits him with a knee instead! He pulls Seth back into the ring and whips him to the corner. He walks on over and gives him the ol' 10 punches in the corner, stopping at 9 however and biting him on his forehead! He drops down off the middle rope and sweeps Seth's legs out from under him, proceeding to stomp a mudhole in him! The crowd is roaring and Shark Boy feeds off their energy. He turns around only to get broken in half by a Spear from Edge!
Mauro Ranallo: What the Hell!
Corey Graves: Haha YES!
Tom Phillips: Edge just speared his own partner!
Corey Graves: Think about it, what's in this for Edge? Who cares about this match, it was simply a warm up until it became something better. A way to hurt Shark Boy.
Edge leaves the ring and walks up the ramp to boos from the crowd. People in the front rows let Edge know exactly how they feel as Seth picks himself up and sees Shark Boy. The former UWF Champion turns over and tries to get back up but Seth comes forward and cuts out any hope with a devastating Curb Stomp! He turns him over and makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Roman Reigns and the UWF Champion, Seth Rollins!
Edge is all smiles as he watches fro the stage. Rollins shoots him a look and Edge puts a finger up as if to say, one day. Edge leaves to the back while Seth looks down at Shark Boy. Wanting to further prove his dominance, he demands Roman pick him up. Reigns grabs Shark Boy but then the lights go out. Fans try to light the arena up with their cell phones but The lights pop back on to reveal Alexa Bliss in the ring. She ends up throwing a fireball into Roman's face! Reigns goes down and rolls out of the ring while Seth just stares at Bliss. She however motions with her finger for Seth to turn around. He does and Wyatt is standing outside the ring with his hand on Paul Heyman's shoulder. Heyman looks scared out of his mind and has his eyes closed, praying it's not what he thinks it is. Seth goes to leave the ring but the lights go out. After about 10 long seconds, the lights come back on and Seth is all alone. No one is at ringside and Wyatt's laugh can be heard throughout the arena. The UWF Championship is lying in the middle of the ring and Seth looks like he's fuming. He grabs the title and yells out to Wyatt, telling him he's ready to fight right now. Seth exits the ring and kicks the steel steps over, knocking the protective covering on the table off and is just having a tantrum as he calls out for Wyatt top come fight him now as the show comes to an end.
END OF SHOW
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