Post by Danny on Jul 21, 2022 15:48:36 GMT -6
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.
Tom Phillips: It's the first show after Final Battle and we have some big matches tonight but-.
Phillips gets cut off by Chimel who begins to speak.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at the time, the man who out wrestled Homicide and retained his Intercontinental Championship, Tommaso Ciampa.
I Am Electric blasts over the sound speaker as Ciampa and Wardlow walk out from the back, Ciampa has Goldie round his waist and seems to be in good spirits. The pair would talk as they make their way to the ringside, Ciampa would get into the ring and Wardlow would closely follow, handing Ciampa a mic.
Ciampa: Well what an introduction by the great Tony Chimel, round of applause for Tony people.
The crowd would half cheer and half boo Ciampa but there would be claps for Tony.
Tony Phillips: We would like to clarify for the fans at home that Ciampa requested that introduction and Tony being a professional agreed.
Corey Graves: Oh quiet Phillips, Tony is repeating what we’re all thinking: Ciampa is the best on this roster right now and proved it at Final Battle by outsmarting Homicide.
Back in the ring, Ciampa would have taken Goldie off his waist and put her on his shoulder.
Ciampa: Today marks the five month mark of my Intercontinental Championship reign and Final Battle was the first time in a while I thought it could end. I’ll admit I underestimated the focus of Homicide and how much the teachings of Dan Lambert had improved his in ring ability, so we’ll congratulate him for that.
The crowd would cheer Ciampa for giving praise to his opponent.
Ciampa: However, it still wasn’t enough and I proved I was the better man on Sunday, as if there were any doubts. You see Homicide, you tried to take the low road. You tried to take me out with my own belt and it proved that all your talk about having honor and changing was all bullshit. As soon as you saw an opportunity to cheat, you took it and it showed that your true colors were there deep down.
The booing would return as Ciampa would shrug and Wardlow would agree.
Ciampa: Oh what, did I aggravate some nerves with the truth. Homicide knew he couldn’t take me one on one, no matter how much training, so he tried to cheat and I even beat him there. I’ll admit to using the belt but when Homicide tries it, he’s the good guy but when I do it, i’m vilified. I saw all your posts about how Homicide had me, oh yeah he had me so much he had to attempt to cheat, hell his own manager was lying about needing a wheelchair. Not only is Homicide a cheat, he’s misusing our healthcare system. I saw an opportunity and took it, that’s all it is.
The crowd would seem confused about how to react, some boos, some cheers, some murmurs. The odd clap or two would be noticeable.
Ciampa: That’s what I thought but at the end of the day, Homicide and Lambert don’t matter. They tried to pull a fast one bringing in Mistico as well, someone without a manager's license wasn’t allowed ringside. Wardlow is different because he is my employee, he’s allowed to be there. For guys who liked to talk about honor, those two really did try to pull the fast ones.
Anyway, enough about those two. I’m sure they’ll be going to complain to EC3 right now and get another shot at my Goldie. For now we look to the future and to tonight. The Prime Time Medal is up for grabs and for the first time in a while, the holder is on his last defense. Danhausen just needs to defeat Ambrose and then he gets a crack at me but I wouldn’t overlook Ambrose, Dan. I know in that demented brain of yours, you just see him as another rube who will fall for one of your curses but he ain’t, that guys a killer.
Shaking his head, Ciampa would continue.
Ciampa: On the other hand Ambrose, Danhausen might be a freak in facepaint and a cape but at the end of the day, there’s a reason he holds that medal. He knows when to take his opportunities and use them to win, sure I might have beat him before but it was close Ambrose, keep your eyes peeled. So tonight I either find out if i’m facing that freak or if I continue to be the only man to successfully cash in that medal, time will tell gentlemen and i’ll be waiting.
With that I Am Electric would start up again and Ciampa would hold Goldie up into the ring as we fade to black and move on in the show.
"On his way to the ring, From Bristol, United Kingdom...."
Buzzard comes out from gorilla hands in the air as he mimics a spy glass, He searches the whole crowd before throwing his arms and moving forwards towards the ring...
"Leyton Buzzard."
Buzzard has his arms out high in the air taking in the atmosphere of the arena, Buzzard rolls his way into the ring where he rolls under, He places his body between top and middle rope as he taunts to the crowd, Buzzard takes a moment before going back to his corner...
He throws himself into the ropes as the crowd keep chanting "Who are you" at the UWF Stud...
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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When the bell rings, Randy walks to the center of the ring and extends a hand to Buzzard, giving him one last chance to join his side. Leyton looks around at the crowd, nearly all of them chanting No and shakes their heads. He walks up to Randy and starts to extend his hand. Orton is all smiles but Buzzard then smacks him right across the face! The fans pop for this but all it does is piss Randy off. The former Television Champion knees Buzzard in the gut and starts clubbing him in the back. With the size difference, it looks like Orton is punishing a child but that doesn't stop Buzzard from fighting back. He rushes forward and rams Orton into the corner where he follows up with some Forearm Shots to the head. He backs off to get a running start but Orton clobbers him with a boot the the face that sends him back a few paces. Orton casually walks up to him but gets taken down with a Arm Drag. Or at least, he almost got taken down with an Arm Drag. The size and power of Orton makes it hard for Leyton to get him over. Orton instead grabs him and throws him back for a German Suplex! Leyton however flips back and lands on his feet. When Orton turns around, he eats a Jumping Knee to the face!
Tom Phillips: Leyton appears to be sticking and moving. A great tactic.
Mauro Ranallo: One of the best things you can do as a wrestler is study your opponent and adapt. We heard earlier that Buzzard has been studying for his return meanwhile Orton seems to have not even bothered to remember his name.
Corey Graves: What do you expect. Do you know how many times people come and go from UWF? Hell how many times has Buzzard come and gone from here. This kid is going to go out the door quicker than usual all thanks to him pissing Orton off earlier with that slap.
Orton falls to a knee from the Jumping Knee and Leyton follows up with a Front Dropkick to the face! Orton rolls to the outside to escape the onslaught but Buzzard isn't done. He rushes to the ropes to build some momentum before shooting out of the ring like a canon onto Orton, taking him out with a Suicide Dive! Orton crashing into the barricade and Leyton stands up and yells, hyping himself up. He picks up Orton and goes to toss him back into the ring but Randy takes the air out of him with a knee to the gut! He follows that up with a Back Suplex onto the barricade! Buzzard writes around on the floor in pain but Orton scrapes him off the floor and throws him back into the ring to make the pin.
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Buzzard kicks out! Orton picks him up up and has him in a front facelock. He throws him through the ropes and pulls him back in. He's got a crazed look in his eye as he sets up for the Rope Hung DDT but Buzzard gets his feet off the ropes and manages to flip Orton over onto the apron! Orton hangs on and gets back to his feet but Buzzard runs to the corner, jumping to the middle rope and twisting in mid air to hit a Dropkick! Orton goes down but still manages to hang on. He rolls back into the ring but Buzzard goes to the top rope. He waits perched on the top as Randy rises to his feet. He turns around as Buzzard jumps off the top rope to nail a Meteora! He makes the pin!
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Orton kicks out!
Tom Phillips: I really like what we're seeing from Leyton Buzzard here tonight.
Corey Graves: He's coming in fresh while Orton just went through a grueling Lumberjack match at Final Battle but sure.
Buzzard picks up Orton and sets him up in a pumphandle position. He's looking for the Buzzard Driver but he can't exactly power Orton up. The brief struggle gives Orton enough time to recover and he Hip Tosses Leyton over. Orton picks him back up but Leyton throws some kicks to his legs and ribs. He then runs to the ropes, bouncing off them to build some momentum but it's a bad idea as Randy cuts him off with a Powerslam into the pin!
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Buzzard kicks out! Orton picks him up from behind and brings him over to the corner. He lifts him up and seats him on the top rope facing away from the ring. Randy climbs up with him, looking for a big Back Suplex from the top rope but Leyton fights back with some elbows to the to the chest and head. Orton is stunned and falls back but lands on his feet. Leyton looks back before leaping off the top rope behind him and landing on Randy's shoulder's, falling back to hit the Poisonrana! Orton's head is driven into the mat and Buzzard quickly makes the cover!
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Orton kicks out! Leyton thought he had him there but the crowd claps in rhythm to keep him motivated. He feels there energy and gets back to his feet while Orton slowly does the same. Buzzards runs to the ropes and Springboards off them, going for the Air Leyton but Randy cuts him off by ducking under him, catching his head with his arm and falling to his knees for the Backbreaker! Leyton tries to roll out of the ring but Orton drags him back in and picks him up, throwing him through the ropes. This time he waste no time and simply spikes him into the mat with the Rope Hung DDT! Buzzard's body goes limp and Orton makes the cover.
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But NO! Buzzard kicks out just in time!
Mauro Ranallo: There's nothing more demoralizing than losing your first match back on Revolution and Buzzards just almost suffered that fate.
Corey Graves: Don't count him out yet Mauro, he could still lose. I think it was just instinct that got him to kick out. He won't be so lucky next time.
Orton doesn't let it get to him too much. He instead drops down and starts punching the mat, stalking Leyton like the Viper he is, getting ready to strike. Buzzard is slowly getting to his feet though he looks out of it after being spiked on his head. Orton pounces for the RKO but Buzzard instead just drops backwards on his ass. Orton just laughs at him but when Buzzards turns over onto his hands and knees, he gets another idea. he backs up and waits a bit as Leyton crawls to the cneter of the ring. Orton charges for the Punt Kick but Buzzard suckered him in, catching him with a School Boy!
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But Randy gets the shoulder up! He rushes to his feet and goes to Clotheslines Buzzard but Leyon ducks it and keeps running to the other side of the ring. Orton turns around but Buzzard was so fast that he Springboarded onto the middle rope before Randy could turn around and hits him with the Air Leyton! Orton goes down and Buzzard makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Leyton Buzzard!
Mauro Ranallo: An impressive victory from Leyton Buzzard here tonight.
Corey Graves: Yeah yeah yeah, let's see if he can keep it up.
Buzzard exits the ring and gives a few fans some high fives before heading up the ramp. AJ Lee checks on Orton who watches Buzzard leave. Randy gets a sinister smile on his face as the show moves on.
".....Well folks, where's my celebration?"
Fading in on a shot of the NEW UWF Television Champion, Trevor Lee is stood with a slight anomaly to him. Unlike his usual speeches to the fans, this go around there isn't his trademark bright, beaming smile on his face...in fact, the only bright thing in the shot is the hardware on display around his waist, the UWF Television Title shining brilliantly for the camera. Standing next to him, though, is another new addition - the massive 6'3" butcher of Harlan, Kentucky, Andy Williams, who sports an equal scowl on his face.
Giving a few seconds' pause, Lee tilts his head.
Trevor Lee: "It's a simple question, folks. Where is my big ol' celebration?"
His tone sounds...genuinely perplexed. Not so much angry at there not being a big moment for his title win, but more seeming confused at why it isn't happening in the first place, like a kid whose birthday party got skipped one year.
Trevor Lee: "I mean, that fancy new king got his own celebration, an' I get it, he's the king an' all...but why didn't I get anythin'?"
Lee averts his gaze from the camera to look at The Butcher for answers, but is provided none. At least, none verbally, as Lee nods his head.
Trevor Lee: "I'll tell ya' why I ain't got no fancy schmancy celebration for winnin' this here U-Dubya-Eff Television Title aroun' this 'ere waist o' mine..."
For a few seconds, the tension is palpable between Lee and the camera...but it dissipates in a hurry as that insincere, venomous grin of his pops up.
Trevor Lee: "It's 'cause I already celebrated the night away back in Harlan with the rest o' my oh so fine townsfolk!"
Laughing up a storm, Lee cuts it off real quick.
Trevor Lee: "I'm serious when I say this folks, as serious as a doctor deliverin' bad news to a patient, y'all shoulda' been there! That festival was one o' the best nights o' my whole dang life, I tell ya' what! There was partyin', there was celebratin', there was good times, there was better times..."
A sheepish grin then spreads to the face of Trevor Lee.
Trevor Lee: "I uh, I ain't exactly proud to admit this but...well...Butcher over 'ere mighta' gotten a bit carried away with the whiskey that night? Now don't get me wrong, the big guy can hold his liquor fairly well, but...when ya' downin' a bottle o' Fireball in the span 'bout thirty minutes, an' then ya' keep goin'? Well, let's just say that the local butchery had to close up shop the next day."
Looking up to his townsfolk, the TV champion mouths a small "sorry" to Andy, who remains as stoically silent as usual.
Trevor Lee: "But anyways, folks, this is the type o' stuff I've been tellin' ya 'bout! I ain't just whistlin' dixie when I tell ya' folks that ya' gotta' come on down to Harlan some time! I don't care whether ya' buy a house there, or a timeshare, or whatever else! Heck, I'd even be fine if ya' just invest into one o' the small businesses there to try an' get it a bit juiced up, like ya' comin' on by to the browns to put 'nother house onto there! All that matters to me is seein' Harlan get the credit it deserves!"
After a few seconds, Lee seems to reset his expression back to neutral.
Trevor Lee: "An' speakin' o' gettin' the credit it deserves, allow me to congratulate the brand new king o' the U-Dubya-Eff! To ya' majesty, Edge..."
Quite literally, Trevor Lee tips his hat to the newly-crowned king of the UWF, that smile back on his face.
Trevor Lee: "I tip my hat to thee, ya' royal majesty. I know that people prolly be thinkin' that I'm harborin' some type-a' grudge against ya' for, y'know, beatin' me in the tournament an' all, but that's water under the bridge! I mean, think about it, I lost to the king! How can that even be considered a true loss when one of the few Ls in my career so far has been to the guy who's about to put Seth Rollins into his place and claim that there U-Dubya-Eff Championship?!"
Seeming content with his own reasoning towards explaining away at least one of his losses, Lee gives an affirmative nod of his head, one that Andy shares.
Trevor Lee: "See? Andy 'ere gets it!
Y'know, me an' Andy go way back folks. We go wayyyyy back...back to when my lil' campaign as mayor was just startin' up. Back then, I was just tryin' to clean up the streets of Harlan, tryin' to make it better than just bein' a safe haven for all sorts of thieves an' crooks an' murderers an'...well, the other types of scum that hung around them parts. Not to mention all the people committin' tax fraud! I mean, do ya' even wanna' know how much money that there town was losin' under the previous regime in place?! They lost so much money that it ain't even funny, I tell ya' what! I mean, good lord almighty, the 'mount o' moolah I had to come off just to bail that place out-"
A stern look from The Butcher causes Trevor to cough.
Trevor Lee: "A-Anyways, folks, I started ramblin' a bit there, didn't I? Now, y'all are prolly wonderin' what comes next for ya' brand spankin' new U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion, given how that so-called devil Randy Orton was disposed of an' sent back down to H-E-double hockey stick where he belongs. Well...to tell y'all the truth, I ain't exactly too sure where to take this either. I mean, sure, I planned on winnin' this here U-Dubya-Eff Television Title an' usin' it to bring some prestige down to Harlan...but once that was all done, I ain't exactly thought about what comes after, y'know? Like, I got the TV Title, which gives me the TV time needed to keep promotin' Harlan until it's the finest town y'all have ever done did see, but beyon' that?"
Lee scratches his head, before shrugging his shoulders.
Trevor Lee: "I guess we'll just hafta' wait an' see, now won't we Andy?"
After a few seconds, the camera pans to focus on The Butcher...
But no verbal response is given whatsoever, his dead-eyed stare at the camera continuing on as it focuses back on the TV Champion.
Trevor Lee: "Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Andy, that's a great point! Mista' Carter will know what to do! That's it, I'll schedule a lil' appointment with mista' Carter, politician to politician, man to man, employee to employer, an' I'll get right down to business on how we can get this precious, sweet, lustrous, shiny, golden lil' child o' mine showcased on televisions all across the world~!"
Having undone the strap as he spoke, Lee holds the TV Title close to his face for a few seconds, staring into his own reflection through the gold plating, before another stern glare from Butcher gets him back on track.
Trevor Lee: "A-Ah, well folks, looks like my time is just 'bout up 'ere, but lemme leave y'all with one more piece o' news - ya' see, September is comin' up shortly, an' I got a message to spread to my townsfolk - please don't forget to vote in the Harlan mayoral election when those polls open on up~! Every vote counts people, so make the best of it!"
With that beaming smile on his face, the feed soon shifts elsewhere...
"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.
Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...
Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.
Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!
Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.
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Right when the bell rings, Ambrose runs across the ring and nails Danhausen with a Forearm in the corner. He does not let up, kicking the hell out of the gut of Danhausen until he falls to a seated position. The ref pulls him off and Ambrose walks away for a bit, looking like he's full of piss and vinegar He comes running back over and nails the Prime Time Medal holder in the face with a Running Boot. He grabs Danhausen by the head and picks him out of the corner and drags him to the center of the ring in a side headlock. He then drives his skull into the mat with the Headlock Driver! He makes the pin!
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Danhausen kicks out! Ambrose sits him up and kneels behind him, taking his arm over his back and starts ramming him with Elbow shots to the chest and face over and over again. The ref wants to stop it but there's nothing he can do. Ambrose picks him back up and lifts him up for a Vertical Suplex. Danhausen flops over and lands behind him taking Dean's back. He pushes him towards the ropes and goes to roll him up but Ambrose hangs onto the ropes and Danhausen rolls up to his feet. The former 7 time World Champion however didn't wait for him and he turns him inside out with a big Lariat! Danahsuen looks completely out of it and Ambrose makes sure of that when he executes a Piledriver! Danhausen's body is completely limp and Ambrose flops him over to make the cover.
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Danhausen kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: I haven't seen someone come out the gates so fast and completely dismantle the Prime Time Medal holder.
Corey Graves: This is a 7 time World Champion going up against a face painted freak who hasn't won actual gold. Of course we're seeing such a dominating performance from Dean Ambrose.
Tom Phillips: Danhausen may not be the most in your face fighter like Ambrose but his style is certainly going to prove a challenge.
Corey Graves: Are we watching the same match?
Ambrose grabs Danhausen's by his hair and brings him up to his knees. He starts to throw knees to the side of his head and throws him down to the mat. The ref gets on him about the hair and such and Danhausen uses the time to rolls to the outside of the ring. Ambrose gains some steam before soaring out of the ring with a Suicide Dive! The name proves to be aptly named as Danhausen moves out of the way and Ambrose crashes to the floor! Danhausen picks him up right away and hits a Suplex on the floor! He then jumps onto the middle rope and waits for Ambrose to get up.
Corey Graves: Rookie mistake from this loser. When you got a guy down, you need to stay on him.
Mauro Ranallo: While I don't agree with the first statement, I find the second one to be pretty true.
Tom Phillips: He needs to get the Fanhausens back into the match to help power him up. This will do just that.
Ambrose gets to his feet and Danhausen starts singing the beat to Tequila. Running over and nailing Ambrose with kicks to the face! Ambrose eats them all and Danhausen backs away for the final kick. He yells out "Dadadadadadada!" And runs for the final kick but Ambrose catches his boot and yanks it back behind him causing Danhausen to land face first on the apron! Ambrose then pulls him off the apron, his legs dangling on it and hits a Butterfly Suplex on the floor! The ref has already reached a count of 9 and Ambrose rolls inside and then back out to break up the count. He picks up Danhausen and throws him back into the ring and follows him in. He walks over to his opponent and bends down to pick him up but Danhausen catches him with an Inside Cradle!
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But NO! Ambrose gets the shoulder up just in time! Ambrose looks pissed and immediately jumps on Danhausen, pummeling him with stiff forearm shots to the face. The Prime Time Medal holder looks out of it and Ambrose brings him up to his feet. Danhausen crumbles to his knees, unable to hold himself up. Ambrose just smiles and looks to the crowd as if to say, "this is your prime time champion?". Danhausen suddenly scoops Ambrose up onto his shoulder and hits the Very Nice, Very Kneevil on him! Ambrose goes down and he makes the pin!
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Ambrose kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Danhausen almost just retained right there!
Tom Phillips: Come onhausen! Fight!
Danhausen does exactly what Ambrose did and mounts him before raining down elbow strikes on him! The crowd is going crazy as Danhausen stands back up looking full of energy! He yells out a war cry to keep himself full of adrenaline. Ambrose is trying to get up but Danhausen walks over and gets his signature jar of teeth. He comes back over with it but Ambrose grabs his arm to prevent him from pouring down his mouth. Ambrose shoves Danhausen;s arms down and shoots his head up to give him a Headbutt to send him scrambling away. The jar of teeth has been dropped and Ambrose scatters them across the ring like thumbtacks. Danhausen is loopy and when he turns around. He's kicked in the gut and Ambrose sets him up for the No Hitter! Danhausen however brings his knee down on the top of his head and rolls into a Small Package!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the Prime Time Medal holder, Danhausen!
Ambrose sits up looking shocked. Danhausen looks like he doesn't even realize that he's won. The ref comes over and hands him the medal.
Mauro Ranallo: And with that victory, Danhausen just earned himself a shot at the Intercontinental Champion!
Corey Graves: Ambrose looks pissed and rightfully so, he should be the Prime Time Medal holder!
Danhausen is helped to his feet by the ref and Ambrose just stares at him. Danhausen notices this and locks eyes with him. Ambrose walks up to him and stares him down, looking at the medal. It looks like he's thinking about doing something but then he backs off and exits the ring, heading to the back. Danhausen looks relieved but then takes the time to celebrate his big win as the show moves on.
Leyton has ice on his back from the brutal fight with Randy Orton, He seems happy at a cost to his body with his victory as Dasha dashes into frame with a microphone
Dasha: Leyton you got the win tonight how does it feel to come back to win your first match on Revolution in a year?
Oh I don't think I'll ever forget the crowd tonight, I feel like I've been hit by a train it's a trade off but for the boyhood dream it's all worth the pain. Just for the feeling in that ring coming out with a win against one of the premier athletes of this company. Orton is a great wrestler words throughout the week were full of spite and poison but at the end of the week I was the one that left the ring with the win. I mean this isn't the end of the Leyton experience I can't see into the future but I will be sure to continue this for everyone watching. They will see anything is possible...
I don't know what to expect next week but I will take on any challenge no matter how high it may seem, I am going to leave you here but rest assured I am not going to stop because next week I will have found an opponent who I can prove my self against. No matter the size of the challenge...
Leyton moves his free hand to motion that his back is still sore as he notices a doctor
I'm sorry I know you have a job to do but I need to get this checked out by the doctor and I see him just over there so if you will...
Leyton walks out of frame holding his ice to his back..
The scene opens up on Batista backstage.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Let me guess, you feel like a real big shot after you dropped your little pipe bombs on me this week. Of course you do, you think you’re God’s gift to wrestling on the microphone and in between the ropes which is ironic because, last I checked, you’re an atheist. But also the last time I checked, you’re not the big shot, I am. And that’s where your little questions come from, you’re trying to sling mud and undermine the way I make a living because you’re jealous. Jealous that you put your blood, sweat, and tears into busting your ass just so you can fall short when compared to me. I’m still the bigger star, I still have a better resume, and I still make way more money. And tonight, I’m going to continue to only put in the effort I have to while your one hundred percent fails to get the job done. Because you aren’t better than me, Punk. Not even close.
Batista laughs as he walks offscreen.
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
As "You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive" by the Ruby Friedman Orchestra begins to play throughout the arena, out steps the man who not only is now a champion, but also remains as the "mayor" of his hometown of Harlan, Kentucky, Trevor Lee. With the gold wrapped around his waist, Lee steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp with a beaming, faux-innocent grin on his face. Of course, he isn't coming alone, as standing alongside him is the resident butcher of Harlan, "The Butcher" Andy Williams.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by "The Butcher" Andy Williams...from Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the current UWF Television Champion and the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky...Trevor Lee!
As Lee makes his way down the ramp, the mayor can be seen doing some quite gentlemanly things to those lucky enough to be sat in the front row - tipping his hat, shaking hands, kissing babies if their family members accept it, the typical actions of a tried and true politician.
Once at ringside, The Butcher would simply head straight into the ring, but Trevor Lee opts to take his time, striding up the steel stairs and onto the apron. Pausing on his entrance, Trevor takes a moment to look out towards the fans on the hardcam side of the arena, before unhooking the Television Title and raising it with one hand, while the other is shot up high above, two fingers pointing upwards towards the sky. Striking that signature pose, a cry of "TO THE MOON" can be heard being called out by the television champion, before he then enters the ring.
With "The Butcher" standing behind him, Lee then discards his entrance attire, and hands it off to his fellow Harlan resident, who leaves the ring to allow Trevor to prepare for the match at hand.
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Cena charges out the gate at Lee and the brand new Television Champion gets tackled and rammed into the corner! Cena starts throwing some body shots while the ref gives him the 5 count. Cena shows him 5 fingers of his own with a "You Can't See Me" taunt and like magic, the ref looks around like he can't see Cena! John takes advantage of this by throwing more punches to the gut. As far as the ref is concerned, Lee is now facing Invisible Man or maybe his nefarious twin brother, Invisible Stan. Lee is grabbed by the neck and just chucked across the ring. The Mayor of Harlan bounces off the mat and crawls over to the corner. He picks himself up and Cena comes charging at him once more. Lee this time slips through the middle ropes and Cena stops himself just before he hits the corner chest first. Trevor throws a Forearm Shot that sends him reeling before he jumps onto the ropes and hits a Springboard Crossbody into the pin!
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Cena kicks out! Looks like the ref can fully see Cena again as he can tell Lee is grabbing him by the ears to pick him up and admonishes him for that. Lee waves him off but Cena starts to fight back with some punches to the gut. Lee cuts off any momentum with a Headbutt! Cena goes out like alight and falls face down on the mat. The former Carolina Caveman uses that cave man strength to bend down and pick him up by the waist, deadlifting him up into a Gutwrench Suplex! He keeps the hands locked together, rolling over to pick him up to hit another Deadlift Gutwrech Suplex! The Television Champion is pretty much showing off as he gets up a third time but this time lets go and lifts him up into a Vertical Suplex but instead flips him over into the Orange Crush into the pin!
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Cena kicks out! Lee starts stomping down on the former Television Champion and he rolls to the outside right near The Butcher. The ref comes over and warns The Butcher not to do anything but he just stands there staring at Cena. The Doctor of Thuganomics won't back down to anyone and goes face to face with The Butcher. Lee meanwhile goes to the opposite side of the ring and lifts up the ring skirt. He pulls out a chair and slams it on the ring apron to get the ref's attention. He tries to come into the ring but the ref walks over and tries to get the chair away from him. With his back turned, Butcher levels Cena with a Clothesline!
Tom Phillips: The Butcher is out here doing the same thing he did to help Trevor Lee win the Television Championship from Randy Orton.
Mauro Ranallo: If that's true then we all know he's not done yet.
Butcher scrapes Cena off the ground and executes a Powerbomb on the apron! The sickening thud can be heard all the way up to the cheap seats but luckily for Lee, he managed to slam the chair on the corner so the ref couldn't hear. He throws the chair on the ground outside and Butcher rolls Cena back into the ring. The ref goes to properly dispose of the chair while Lee comes over to Cena and just starts beating the crap out of him. The ref comes back in and pulls him off, giving him another warning. He comes back over and drags Cena to the middle of the ring and brings him back up to a vertical base. He grabs him and hooks the leg for the Small Package Driver but Cena fights back with shots to the ribs. He grabs a hold of Lee and hits a Vertical Suplex of his own!
Mauro Ranallo: That's the first bit of offense from John Cena since his hot start in the beginning.
Corey Graves: Cena always gets some sort of offense in but in the end, he always loses. I don't expect this match to be any different.
Both men get to their feet and Lee takes a wild swings at Cena. John ducks it and takes his back, lifting him up and spinning out for the Protobomb! The fans pop and Cena throws his hand into the air! He walks over to Lee's face and gives him the ol' "You Can't See Me". Lee however kicks up and nails Cena on the top of his head! The former World Champion stumbles over to the ropes and Lee rushes at him and levels him with a Forearm to the face! He then whips Cena off the ropes and follows him over only for Cena to springboard off the ropes into a Stunner! Lee flops around like a fish and Cena makes the pin!
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Lee kicks out at 2! Cena picks him back up and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Lee ends up kicking his feet and falls off of the shoulders. Cena turns around and Lee levels him with a Roundhouse Kick! Cena is out on his feet but Lee keeps him up and swoops him into the Harlan's Curse! The ref drops down to make the count.
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Cena gets the shoulder up!
Mauro Ranallo: That never give up attitude of John Cena's is keeping him in this match.
Corey Graves: That never give up slogan is what costs him every match. I'm pretty sure all his years of refusing to live to fight another day have cost him severe brain trauma. Any time he opens his mouth is proof of that fact.
Tom Phillips: We all know how good Cena can be. He just needs that one win to push him back into the man he used to be.
Phillips might be trying to hype John up but Trevor is having none of it. He picks up Cena and goes to whip him to the ropes once more but Cena plants his feet into the mat and shakes his head. Trevor tries to overpower him but it's no use. Cena instead brings him in for a Short Arm Clothesline! Lee gets flipped inside out and Cena climbs up to the top rope. Butcher stares him down and Cena simply tells him to watch this. Lee is getting to his feet and so Cena flies and crashing into him with a Leg Drop to the back of the head! He turns him over to make the cover!
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Lee kicks out! Cena has CenaNuff and he flips Lee over and places him in the STFU! There's immediate fear in Lee's eyes as he scrambles for the ropes but he's right in the middle of the ring. Butcher hops onto the apron but the ref comes over to stop him. Lee reaches up and digs his fingers into the eyes of Cena causing him to break the hold. Cena can't see but starts swinging away just hoping to hit him. Lee keeps his distance until he moves in with a Superkick to the jaw! Cea falls to a knee and Lee runs towards the ropes. He bounces off them but gets caught with a Running Shoulder Tackle! He pops back up and runs to the ropes as Lee gets up to hit a second Running Shoulder Tackle. Lee pops up again and Cena charges once more but Lee jumps into the air and drives him into the mat with the Cave In! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, Trevor Lee!
The Butcher comes in with the Television Championship and hands it to Lee. Trevor walks over and pushes Cena out of the ring with his boot. Eve runs over to check on him But Lee doesn't care, instead just celebrating yet another big win as the show moves on.
Mauro Ranallo: Well next up we have...I'm...I'm sorry I'm being told that we have a word with someone backstage lined up let's get to that now.
The camera cuts backstage where Joe Gacy is eerily facing the camera with a smile on his face and begins to speak.
Joe Gacy: Thank you Mr. Ranallo, I don't mean to take up much of anyones time but I thought it prudent that tonight in our debut here in the Ultimate Wrestling Federation that I make a statement. Many other competitors may look to make a statement by targeting a big name right off the bat and attacking them, others may look to be that much more brutal in their first bout. However what these are examples of are not statements I would feel comfortable having alongside my name, these are statements of ones ignorance, toxic masculinity, and frankly a lack of morales. There is a fine young man, Mr. Theory I believe it is I haven't had the pleasure yet, that has compared the Ultimate Wrestling Federation to a sideshow act. And while I find the statement and comparison rather crass and demeaning to the Human Beings who made up the looked down upon sideshow acts of past, I formally agree with the sentiment behind those words. If I am here to make a statement, I shall do so with my words like a proper person should. Just look at the people who make up the entirety of this company today and you'll find people who'd rather cut the talking and go right to the lowest form of problem solving, and that is physical confrontation.
Gacy with his hands on his chest as if feeling his hear sadly shakes his head in disappointment before he continues on.
A man like Dean Ambrose would rather draw blood from his own skin than talk out his issues and resolve things person to person, a man revered by all in the viewing audience who glorifies violence over tolerance is not the man who you people should be looking up to. Eddie Kingston is a success story that pulled himself up from the slums of the lowest parts of the world and yet instead of leaving that wretched past behind him he carries it and brings the vulgarity and anger that he grew out of to the rest of the world, if you come from nothing and make something of yourself you shouldn't bring along the nothing attitude and behavior that you fought so desperately to escape. Even our champions, a man like Tommaso Ciampa has held the Intercontinental championship for a significant amount of time, but his constant need to prove he's a, as he would put it, "Man" reeks of toxic energy and shows that he has been feeling the strength afforded him by his privilege for too long. Oh but consider ourselves lucky for that evil reign as it prevented a glorification of man named Homicide, Can you imagine a human being so out of touch and despondent that they would proudly flaunt their heinous ways with pride...that they would name themselves after such a disgusting act of cruelty and go around bullying his so called friends. Truly this Homi..Homic....This...Individual is an example of what is wrong with this company, and with this world at large.
Joe Gacy gets a sad look on his face and looks down, when from the shadows behind him comes Dexter Lumis, extending a gloved hand out and placing it on his shoulder as if letting him know he's ready, as Gacy is reminded of another name because of this.
Even Shark Boy, a man I came to with nothing but an open heart and an open mind...I offered him help and all he could do was perpetuate negativity and use foul language that was meant to belittle and offend the likes of me and Mr. Lumis. Normally I would not judge a person on their name, for it is not our name that defines us. My associate is named Dexter Lumis, and those in the pop-culture bubble of todays world may hear the name Dexter and associate it with a fictional character off of a Television Program that stalks, kidnaps, and murders people. This unbelievable atrocious glorification of the worst act a person can do, makes this man the hero of their program and I know that Mr. Lumis is abhorrently desponded over his name being associated with such a cruel image. My last name, Gacy, it is associated with horrible real life acts of cruelty and to think that anyone might be triggered by the simple mention of my name is a heart breaking notion. But our names are our own and we are here to do our best to associate them with kindness, equality, and understanding. But the men I mentioned, they have made their own names mud, and are currently on the path to dragging the Ultimate Wrestling Federations very name through that very dirt. To these men, I don't seek to belittle you, to offend you, I only seek to shine a light on your toxic ways so that you may understand and perhaps change for the better. The people who speak hate, who speak with privilege, they are the vocal majority and hence it is the only word that is followed. I, however, Speak for a voice...struggling to be heard. And they speak through me, and compete through Mr. Lumis. We are not here to take anyones position, to take anyone out, or to make anyone feel lesser than. We are here to be Included, and to change things for the better. Tonight, Dexter Lumis will show how devoted we are to this ideal, for anyone unable to fully comprehend the weight behind my words, and together us and you the viewing audience...We can become something we all truly want and deserve to be, Something More... Thank you for your indulgence, and enjoy the rest of the show.
We head backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Renee Young: Please welcome my guest at this time, El Generico.
Genercio walks into frame.
Renee Young: We saw all transpired in the Hell in a Cell match at Final Battle. Can you give us an update on the status of Sami Zayn?
Generico looks around but then actually speaks!
El Generico: Not too good! He got his ass beat purty bad but that just means it's Generico's time to shine baby!
Renee Young: Really? That doesn't sound like something Sami would admit to. You sure he told you to say that?
El Generico: Ain't nobody tell Generico what to say! He's his own man! Matter fact, I'll go ahead and bitchslap the next idiot I see and challenge them to a match. How bout that! Book it Ethan!
Generico walks off but ends up crossing paths with none other than Dean Ambrose. Generico quickly tries to look away and avoids his path. The show moves on.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
Chimel: Introducing first, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... SHARK BOY!
The unfamiliar cowbell of Nazareth's 'Hair of The Dog' begins to play and the crowd turn to the stage just as the guitar kicks in to see what it's all about. As soon as the singing begins Shark Boy marches out onto the stage to the delight of the crowd. Shark Boy looks around at all the Sharkoholics but pays them little attention besides a little nod as he storms his way down the entrance ramp. Shark Boy stomps up the ring steps and into the ringa before climbing onto the top rope where he throws his fists high into the air for the whole crowd to see. Shark Boy repeats this at the opposite corner before he hops down and gets ready for the match ahead.
Hurtful Love begins to play throughout the arena as bright blue lights shine through and out through the curtain arrives Joe Gacy with his hands in the steeple position in front of him as he smiles wide at the audience. The smile never leaving his face as he walks down the ramp.
Chimel: And his opponent, from Recluse Wyoming, weighing in at 240 pounds…Being accompanied by Joe Gacy.
Gacy extends his arms out and open as he walks around the ring before he walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring standing with his back against the ropes and holding out a peace sign with his fingers when the music transitions and slowly the blue lights turns darker in hue bringing a coldness to the arena.
Human Science Experiment begins to play turning the atmosphere of the entire arena eerie, as Gacy stands there stoic, when through the curtain comes Dexter Lumis with a thousand yard stare adjusting his gloves as he makes his way down the ramp.
Chimel: Dexter Lumis!
Lumis makes it to ringside and slithers under the ropes coming up from between Gacys legs and using his fist to pull his body across the ring before turning on a dime and slithering to the ropes the coldness in his eyes causing some in the front row to rear back at the sight of him sliding up towards them.
Lumis slowly grabs the ropes in front of him and pulls himself up as Gacy is shaking the officials hand before stepping out of the ring as Lumis stands ready to compete.
Tony leaves the ring and after ensuring both men are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.
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The ringing of the bell is immediately followed by a unanimous "SHARK BOY" chant from the capacity crowd. You can see the energy of the people vibing through the Shellraiser as he clenches his fists and starts to circle the debutant. On the outside, Gacy briefly turns his attention away from the match to speak with some of the front row fans cheering on the opposition. Whether his even-handed lecture is about how their one-sidedness is technically bullying or how they're being too loud for the fellas to focus on working through their issues in the Safe Space that is the squared circle is unclear - the specifics are lost under the roar. After addressing the problem, Joe turns back to the ring while those same fans root for SCSB even louder.
Throughout all this, Dexter Lumis has remained stoic and sharp - his serpentine gaze zeroed in on Shark Boy as he moves around, looking for an opening. Lumis' hands are low, his legs straight, hardly the poise of somebody ready to compete in a grappling contest. Clearly, Shark Boy isn't quite sure what to make of it, but he also isn't the type to wait around all day. These guys aren't paid by the hour, after all.
So Shark Boy shoots in. Dexter springs to life like some kinda Venus Fly Trap that had been lying in wait. He catches SCSB coming in and they lock up collar-and-elbow. The forward momentum of the masked superstar sees him pushing the promotional newcomer back at first, only for Lumis to plant his left foot to halt and further movement in that direction. Shark Boy presses in harder but Lumis uses that against him, leaning to one side so Shark Boy slips past. From there, Dexter sinks in a head lock, squeezing that masked dome into his side with his big ol' shredded arms.
Gacy watches on intently from the apron.
Phillips: This Joe Gacy guy gives me the creeps.
Ranallo: I was about to say the same thing about Dexter Lumis. Strange attracts strange, I suppose.
Graves: Rude much? Is that any way to welcome new talent to the UWF? From what we've heard from Joe Gacy, I'd say he's a breath of fresh air around here. With Shark Boy it's always cussing and fighting - it's about time we hired on somebody who's capable of having a civilized conversation.
Gacy's partner, who doesn't seem to be capable - or at least willing - to carry on conversation of any kind, continues to work the headlock on Shark Boy. The Shellraiser's struggle invites more support from the fans. When their cheers swell up again, Shark Boy finds himself a second wind and manages to push Lumis off.
With a bit of distance to work with now, Shark Boy runs for the ropes, building up some speed to come back with another attack. Lumis takes off too, but surprisingly, he heads for the cables on the side, so that when he comes back to meet Shark Boy in the middle of the ring again, it's at a right angle. The irregular movement catches Shark Boy by surprise, especially when it's punctuated by a Big Boot to the side of the head.
The foot in the jaw sends the Shellraiser reeling. He stumbles into the ropes again, rebounds off on shaky legs with half the speed, and finds himself on the receiving end of a stiff uppercut from Dexter.
Graves: What a right hand from Lumis!
Ranallo: Shark Boy might be out on his feet.
Not quite. He's dazed, but Shark Boy's still in this thing. He retaliates with a haymaker, but it's too wild for it's own good. Lumis ducks under, hooks his opponents neck with his arm and pulls back dropping to his knees for an inverted back breaker ala Randy Orton, then transitions straight back up, twisting around and hooking the head with the other arm to drop them with a Neckbreaker.
The severe combo ends with SCSB collapsing to the mat. Lumis sprawls and shoots the half....
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Shark Boy kicks out emphatically at two! It'll take more than that to keep the C.U.N.T. member down for the count.
For the first time since the bell rang, Lumis takes his eyes off his opponent to look towards Gacy. Unlike any other manager watching their debuting athlete dominate, Joe doesn't appear to be taking any pleasure in the onslaught. He shakes his head, almost forlorn, reminding Dexter that they gave Shark Boy the opportunity to postpone the contest and he didn't take it.
Lumis doesn't need to hear any more than that. He slides under the bottom rope and drags Shark Boy with him until the masked superstar's legs are draped over the apron, with the torso still lying on the other side of the ropes. They're near the corner. Dexter takes one leg and slams it full force into the steel post, earning a wave of boos and the chastisement of the Official for the attack.
Ranallo: Oof! It may be Lumis' first match in a UWF ring, but he appears to be well acquainted with the lay-out already.
Phillips: There's something seriously wrong with this guy. The Referee needs to get back in control of this match.
The Ref starts up a ten count. That catches Lumis' attention. He slithers back under the ropes into the ring, grabs Shark Boy by the banged up leg and drags him diagonally across the canvas all the way to the other side. SCSB is clutching at the damaged knee but is unable to stop himself from being pulled into an identical predicament in the opposite corner.
Once again, Dexter drops to the floor, but this time instead of slamming the knee, he holds on and wrenches it in the wrong direction around the turnbuckle. Shark Boy cries out in pain and grabs the ropes to try and pull himself away. The ten count that the Official was getting going takes a back seat to a five count given that positioning. Lumis makes the most of it before letting go.
Phillips: I'm surprised this brute can even understand a five count.
Ranallo: I don't think Lumis is your typical silent-but-violent monster, Tom. I think there's a lot more going on behind those cold, cruel eyes than one might expect.
Graves: Excellent point, Mauro. There's something calculated about the way he's attacking Shark Boy - it's as disorienting as it is dominating.
Gacy walks over to Dexter on the floor and whispers a few quick words in his ear. Lumis nods the slightest of nods before climbing up the apron to get back in the ring. Shark Boy is clutching at his leg, telling the Ref to frick the heck off when asked whether he's able to continue. The third man shrugs and goes over to admonish Dexter, who brushes right past him to get back on the offensive.
As he bends down to pick Shark Boy up, however, the Shellraiser pulls him down and over for a small package outta nowhere! The Ref slides in to count it as the fans explode into stunned cheers...
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Lumis pops out of the roll up just in time to avoid losing in his debut.
Both dudes rush to get to their feet. Shark Boy has to rely on pure adrenaline to compensate for the injury. Lumis gets vertical quicker but the Shellraiser slows him down and backs him off a bit with a vicious knife-edge chop across the chest - one thrown with the velocity of a haymaker.
Dexter staggers towards the ropes. Once he feels the cables against his back, he leans in and utilizes the elastic force to shoot himself towards Shark Boy. SCSB sees him coming and flings himself at the newest company signee. He takes Lumis down with a Thesz Press and proceeds to open a can of whoop Bass on his opponent, throwing fists and elbows and whatever else he can.
Ranallo: Shark Boy firing back on all cylinders now.
Philips: SHELL YEAH BROTHER! LET HIM HAVE IT! SHARK WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! LET'S GOOOOOO!
Tom rips open his shirt, scattering buttons to the wind and exposing a neo-trad shark chest piece that only barely covers up a tattoo that read "WARHORSE". Graves face palms next to him.
Graves: I'm pretty sure Shark Week is next week, you shameless hack.
Phillips: EVERY WEEK IS SHARK WEEK.
Phillips' enthusiasm isn't lost on the surrounding fans, who lead the charge into another chant for their boy. All that vim and vigor fires up Shark Boy some more as he continues to rain down on Lumis. Gacy leans up against the apron and implores the Referee to restore the ring to a Safe Space.
Before the Official even has a chance to address it, though, Dexter manages to catch one of his foe's arms. He bucks the tiring, wounded superstar off and hastily swivels to the side. He shoots his arms around Shark Boy's head, hands outstretching like a coiled snake striking. He's looking to put SCSB down with a move known simply as "Silence" - a Kata Gatame. The standard time between application and unconsciousness when the hold is applied expertly is 7.2 seconds. Lumis is an expert.
Shark Boy can sense he's in deep trouble and retaliates as wildly and hastily as he can. The arms wrapped around his head with surgical, constrictive precision get his legs kicking frantically, and he's able to push off the nearby ropes to roll both himself and Lumis over so that he's on lying on top. The choke is compromised and SCSB is technically making a cover. The Referee comes down to count it...
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Lumis lets go and shoves Shark Boy off to stay in the match.
Graves: Dexter almost caught him with the Silence - Shark Boy just barely managed to escape before passing out.
Ranallo: It looked like Lumis had it locked in deep. That was some quick thinking on Shark Boy's part to counter into a pin attempt.
Shark Boy rolls to the ropes and uses them to pry himself up. Just as he gets to his feet, however, Lumis rushes over and blindsides him with another nasty uppercut. SCSB collapses against the buckle, while Dexter grabs him under the arms and seats him atop the post. He then steps up on to the intersecting middle cables, perhaps looking for a superplex.
Whatever he's thinking, the Shellraiser cuts him off with a brutal headbutt to the bridge of the nose. Dexter falls off the ropes, and although he lands on his feet, he's too dazed to avoid being spun around by Shark Boy, who is still up on the buckle. Before Lumis can regain his senses, Shark Boy hooks his arm around the dude's head and flips overs him, connecting with an astonishing Dead Sea Drop to send Lumis to the land of wind and ghosts!
Phillips: D-S-D!
Ranallo: Mama Mia! Shark Boy with the Dead Sea Drop!
Graves: That's impossible!
Lumis' head snaps back as his lights go out. He falls to the mat and Shark Boy sprawls and hooks both legs for a deep cover, calling for the Ref to hurry up and make the count. The third man obliges while Gacy looks on disappointed from the apron...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SHARK BOY!
Nazareth hits the PA and now that the crowd are familiar with the new tune, the pop big for it. Shark Boy sits up, shaking the cobwebs for a second before getting up to have his hand raised. He's still nursing the hurt leg as he takes a moment to celebrate. A dazed Lumis rolls under the bottom rope and is collected by Joe Gacy.
Ranallo: Dexter Lumis looked like an absolute killer for the first three-quarters of this bout, but the ever-tenacious Shark Boy was able to capitalize on an opening and make the most of it. An impressive rebound for the Shellraiser coming off a tough loss in the King of the Ring finals.
Graves: This was Dexter Lumis' first major league match and it was against a top-ranked competitor. Imagine how dangerous he'll be as he gets more experience and benefits from the guidance of a man like Joe Gacy.
Phillips: HELL YEAH... ahem.. I mean... uh... yes. Very impressive performance from both men.
Tom comes down from the rush and awkwardly tries to rebutton his shirt. Shark Boy continues to celebrate in the ring as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, CM Punk.
The Straight Edge Superstar strolls into the shot, hands already taped up in preparation for his main event bout against Batista.
Young: Thanks for joining me Punk. First things first - how are you feeling coming out of that gruesome Hell in a Cell match against Sami Zayn?
Brooks' eyes dart down to some of the bruises and cuts still heeling on his arms - and those are just the ones you can see with his shirt on.
Punk: Physically? Yeah, I'm still a little dinged up. You can't go through a match like that and come out the other side without sporting some nasty side effects. But mentally? Spiritually? Shoot, I'm feeling better than I have in months. It's like I've been carrying this weight around on my shoulders that's been slowing me down, ya know, digging into my neck, pressing on me... and it's just gone now. Whether that's knowing that I taught Sami his lesson and I don't have to worry about him coming back for another round, or because I finally paid some long-overdue moral debts to this sport, I just... yeah... I'm doing good. Real good.
Young: So you're feeling confident heading into your first one-on-one match against Batista on Revolution?
Punk: There's a fine line between confidence and cockiness that I kinda famously straddle. Even further to one side of that is arrogance, and then waaaaaaaaay past that is where you'll find Dave Batista. For some reason, this guy's got it in his mind that he's some kinda killer in that ring. If you didn't know any better, like, if you just saw a picture of him but never saw him compete, sure, he's a betting favourite every time. There's a reason they call him "The Animal."
But behind all the juiced-up muscle mass and Hollywood-fueled ego, there's a flawed, insecure hack who's record reflects an undeniable truth. The guy isn't as good as he thinks he is. He's emotionally fragile - we just witnessed him crack against Eddie Kingston because he couldn't find a way to make a bad submission work. That's the same reason he lost in the King of the Ring. As a student of the game, I see an easily exploitable hole there and rest assured, I'm gonna jump all over that.
On top of that, Dave's got money and Eddie and the film biz distracting him. Whereas for me, my sole focus right now is competing in this match tonight. I'm gonna go out there and demonstrate the difference between a legitimate professional wrestler and a guy who just likes the status that comes with acting like one.
Young: If you walk away with the victory, that makes three in a row - where do you think that lands you en route to Summerslam? Any title ambitions or opponents in mind for the biggest party of the summer?
The Second City Saint pauses for a moment before answering.
Punk: Do you remember Slammiversary?
Young: Of course.
Punk: Specifically our interview?
Young: Not specifically, but vaguely, sure. Sorry, I do a lot of these.
Punk: Yeah, of course. No worries. It's just... well, it's pretty taboo for the boys in the back to ever talk publically about contract status. It's something that just isn't done. But you were the first person I spoke to after re-upping mine with EC3 earlier that day and I remember telling you that I'd extended mine to August 23rd of this year.
That woulda been the one-year mark of my winning the UWF Championship. Way back in December, I had it in mind to hold that thing for a year. So much for that. The goal prior had been to compete in the UWF for a year - that was the original idea - just seeing if I could out-perform the whole roster in a twelve month stretch. I had no ambition to win gold, no plans on blood feuds or whatever else - I just wanted to wrestle again and test myself, see if I really was the Best in the World anymore.
I racked up a decent winning streak. I won the Intercontinental title and defended it at Wrestlemania. I won the UWF Championship and joined two Hall of Famers in the Revolution record of holding it for 34 weeks. Ever since I dropped the strap, I've been wondering what exactly it is I've got left to prove?
Young: Is a rematch with Seth off the table, then?
Punk: Aha... you know that song "Hurt"? Originally by Nine Inch Nails, brought into the mainstream by that Johnny Cash cover? Well there's this line "I wear this crown of shit, upon my liars chair". That's what I think about Seth Rollins and his title. I'm not the least bit interested in competing against a bottom-feeding, dishonorable cheater. I gain nothing by stooping to his level, and he's still not mature enough to step up to mine. The combined records of his last two challengers is laughable, and I'm looking forward to seeing him wilt against Edge in a few weeks.
But where's that put me for Summerslam? I dunno. I'm not sure if I'm re-signing yet. I'm not even sure if EC3 wants to keep me around. What I do know is that I haven't had a pay-per-view opponent who was actually interested in an honest-to-God wrestling match since the Rumble. Forget about titles and grudges and cage matches - I want someone who's just as interested as I am in this sport for it's own sake. If this is gonna be my last match in the UWF, I want it to be a classic.
Young: I'm sure the UWF Universe would love to see something like that. Punk, thanks for your time.
Punk: Pleasure's always mine, Renee.
The Straight Edge Superstar heads down the hall towards Gorilla while Young signs off. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As “Sasquatch” by Ice Cube begins to play, the UWF fans immediately start booing as they know who’s coming out. They’re correct as out walks the, “Hollywood Animal” as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on him as he walks down the ramp with a cocky smile on his face.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, BATISTA!
Batista enters the ring and starts shaking the ropes before turning to the stage and awaiting his opponent.
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The Big X ignites the titantron while "Baba O'Riley" blasts through the speakers, strobes flashing to match the spastic, rolling synth loop. CM Punk bursts out on to the ramp when the piano kicks in. That harmonized energy is infectious for the capacity crowd. The fans are on their feet and cheering as Punk takes a knee on the ramp to check his wrist...
It's Clobberin' Time! The Second City Saint marches down the ramp, ready for a fight.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... CM PUNK!
Punk scales the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands perched with one foot on the middle rope and one on the top, hand to eyebrow as he surveys the audience. The song breaks for that famous chorus line, which the crowd joyfully sings along with. When the guitar kicks back in, Brooks flings himself over the top rope to enter the squared circle. He claps Tony on the shoulder as he passes by, making his rounds in the ring while preparing for the match ahead.
VS
DING DING DING
At the sound of the bell, it is the usual fanfare with the beginning of any sort of match, even a main event of Revolution - Batista and CM Punk circle one another for a few moments, before the two men lock up in a classic collar-and-elbow. After a few seconds, Batista shoves CM Punk backwards, but it seems as though the Second City Saint is having a bit of fun at the expense of The Hollywood Animal, as he takes a few steps back before comically pratfalling backwards, bumping off the mat and staying there for a few seconds, before getting to his feet and having a chuckle at his opponent.
Corey Graves: “Aw, now see here, CM Punk is making a mockery, a MOCKERY, of Batista! He’s treating this match like it’s some kind of joke, when it is tonight’s main event!”
Tom Phillips: “I wouldn’t say it’s unwarranted though, Corey. Batista has been known to big-league his opponents in the past, so if anything, this is CM Punk giving him a receipt.”
Corey Graves: “There’s a difference though! Batista is a Hollywood movie star, he has the cred to be able to get away with big-leaguing people. CM Punk just doesn’t have that same level of mainstream appeal!”
Despite Corey’s arguing for Batista, it falls on deaf ears, as Batista rushes forward, looking to make an example out of CM Punk. Instead, though, the example is made out of him, as Punk ducks under the grapple attempt and begins chopping down the tree-like legs of The Animal, leg kicks aplenty nearly causing his knee to buckle, before CM Punk then launches himself into a side headlock.
After a few moments of wrenching the hold in, Batista looks to shoot him off the ropes, but Punk’s too much of a seasoned technician to allow this, so at the sloppy push-off attempt, CM Punk simply switches hold and takes wrist control, locking in a basic armlock, before taking the back with a hammerlock. Unable to easily overpower Punk, big Dave instead decides to use a different, yet 100% similar tactic towards his overpowering methodology, and delivers a crushing back elbow to the mouth of CM Punk, forcing the hold to be broken. Then, without hesitation, Batista clocks him with a closed left hand, earning some admonishment from the referee as Phil goes down to the mat.
Giving little care to the referee, Batista mounts CM Punk, forcing him into a full guard as blows begin raining down from the once-MMA “star”. However, just like Batista, CM Punk also had a failed MMA career, so he knows exactly how to get out of such a predicament - slowly wiggle his way out from under Batista, until he can take the back in a rear mount. Batista, in an attempt to get out, flips himself to the back and tries to force Punk off using his leg strength, but instead this allows for Punk to take the head even quicker, and nearly lock in the Anaconda Vice! Before that can be cinched in, however, Batista makes it to the ropes, forcing the referee to administer a five count on the break.
Mauro Ranallo: “Looks as though CM Punk nearly scored a tap out victory over The Hollywood Animal right there, had it not been for a timely rope break for Batista!”
Corey Graves: “Right, as if Batista was going to submit to a hold like that.”
With both men returning to a vertical basis, the match is back on even footing as the two lock up for a third time, but Batista tires of the chain wrestling - he knees Phil in the midsection, and shoots him off the ropes with authority, causing CM Punk to bounce off of him like a basketball after a massive Shoulder Block.
Of course, unlike basketballs, CM Punk can hold grudges, so as he gets to his feet, he attempts to make Batista truly work, ducking a Clothesline attempt and instead whipping Batista off the ropes. Dropping down, Batista is forced to hop over him, but after a leapfrog from Punk is followed by a second drop down, Batista catches onto this. Hesitating on the rebound, he manages to time CM Punk’s leapfrog perfectly, and nails him as he returns to his feet with a devastating Big Boot. Not being paid by the hour, Batista then makes a quick cover onto his opponent.
...One!
...Two!
No!
As CM Punk kicks out, Batista lets out a low growl, but doesn’t pay too much mind to it, as he soon enough has the Straight Edge Savior trapped in the corner. Unleashing a flurry of Shoulder Thrusts, the wind is driven out of CM Punk with each attack to his midsection, the referee’s count reaching a four before Batista stops the assault.
Mauro Ranallo: “And these excruciating shoulder thrusts are reminding CM Punk just how devastating of a powerhouse The Animal can be.”
Corey Graves: “As if Punk didn’t remember that himself. I mean, he did lose to Batista before. Twice, in fact!”
Tom Phillips: “Yeah, and one of those was a triple threat match where Sami Zayn cost CM Punk the victory…”
Corey Graves: “A win is a win, Tom!”
That is true, Corey. What else is true is that CM Punk is in a LOT of pain, especially as Batista comes charging back into the corner with a Clothesline that damn near decapitates The Second City Saint! Stumbling out of the corner, Batista turns, stares down the woozy Punk, and charges in for a vicious Spear attempt…
But, at the last moment, CM Punk dodges, like a matador avoiding the horns of a bull, and on the return, he catches The Animal with a Roundhouse Kick! Stunning Batista, Punk recognizes this is his time to strike, and begins unloading, first with a duo of Palm Strikes, then a Spinning Backfist, and another Roundhouse Kick to finish the Keylock Combo.
Even that doesn’t bring down The Animal though, instead backing him into the turnbuckle, but that is right where CM Punk wants him, as he charges in for a Running High Knee Strike, and then latches onto the neck before running out of the corner for a Bulldog! Even then, Batista looks to be getting to his feet, but as he gets onto one knee, CM Punk comes racing back, and connects his shin to the face of The Animal with a Shining Wizard, before getting right into the cover!
...One!
...Two!
...No!
Mauro Ranallo: “What is it going to take to keep Batista down?!”
Corey Graves: “It’s going to take a miracle, Mauro! Two miracles, actually - one for CM Punk to even be able to walk out of the ring tonight, and a second for him to come away with a victory over The Hollywood Animal!”
Miracles or not, CM Punk is looking to put away Batista though. Without much fanfare, surprisingly enough, Punk hoists Batista onto his shoulders for the Go 2 Sleep…but a few swift elbow strikes allow Batista to break the grasp Punk holds him in. Slipping out the back, Batista bounces off the ropes, and damn near cleaves CM Punk in half with a devastating Spear! The Second City Saint immediately clutches at his ribs, and the referee moves in to check on if something is wrong with Phil, but Batista harshly barks for them to get out of his way, before bringing CM Punk back to a vertical basis, and easily tossing him into the buckle once more. Trapping him in the corner, it looks as though Batista is going to go for the shoulder thrusts once more, but opts for a more devastating hold in the short-term, wrapping both hands around the neck of CM Punk and lifting him high for a Two-Handed Choke Lift.
Tom Phillips: “Enough is enough, Batista! You could’ve ended it by now!”
Corey Graves: “This isn’t about winning, Tom! This is Batista wanting to send a message to Eddie Kingston, plain and simple. You see how he’s decimating a former UWF Champion right now?! Imagine what he’ll do to Eddie Kingston the next time they face off!”
Mauro Ranallo: “Messages aside, Corey, he still has to break before the count of five, lest he be disqualified once again!”
Corey Graves: “And again, the win or loss doesn’t matter, Mauro!”
Despite what Corey proclaims, however, Batista does relent at the count of four, letting CM Punk gather his breath while the referee admonishes The Hollywood Animal, warning him that this might be the last time the ref puts up with his cheating tactics before disqualifying him once more…but Batista just shrugs this off. After all, he still has CM Punk trapped in the corner, and with the count reset, he can go right back to that choke.
This time, however, there is a counter planned, as CM Punk manages to use the corner to his advantage, stepping onto the 2nd rope and kneeing Batista in the jaw, freeing him from his grasp! Ascending to the top rope, CM Punk once again rebukes The Hollywood Animal by kicking him back, before diving off with a picture perfect Diving Clothesline that knocks Batista down!
From there, it seems to finally be time to build some momentum in the corner of The Second City Saint, as once Batista is to his feet, Punk charges in with a Single-Leg Dropkick! Then a second one! Batista staggers to his feet and throws a haymaker, but it’s ducked, caught, and he’s spun out into an Arm-Trapped Swinging Neckbreaker by Punk! The fans are electric, The Second City Saint is feeling some kind of way~, and Batista seems to be on his last legs!
Heading up to the top rope once more, CM Punk makes it relatively quickly, points to the sky…and launches off for a beautiful Diving Elbow Drop, quickly covering his opponent after driving his elbow into the heart.
...ONE!
...TWO!
...NO!
Batista, barely, kicks out! A flurry of shocked boos erupt from the stands as it seems everyone had hoped CM Punk would emerge victorious off of that, but there’s still one trick left in Punk’s sleeve. Clasping the hands together to play to the crowd for this attempt, Punk waits for The Hollywood Animal to stagger to his feet, looking for the Go 2 Sleep one more time…perhaps for the last time…
But, yet again, Batista elbows his way out of it! This time, though, he slips out the front, and punishes Punk with a concussion-generating Clothesline, knocking Punk nearly right out of his boots!
With The Second City Saint down, Batista wastes no time in picking up Punk, hoisting him high in that powerbomb position…and he spikes him to the mat with the Batista Bomb! Seemingly satisfied, he hooks the far leg for the cover!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THRE-
Before the final count can be reached, Batista pulls CM Punk’s head off the mat, forcing the pin to be broken.
Tom Phillips: “He…he had him! What is Batista doing?!”
Corey Graves: “I told you! He is sending a message, and this is a message that’s going to be worth listening to!”
With the referee complaining at the excessive cruelty being utilized now, Batista once again pays them no mind as he stalks the downed CM Punk for a few moments…before then dropping to the mat himself, and locking in the End Credits!
Corey Graves: “You see this, Eddie?! This is going to be in your future!”
Mauro Ranallo: “Come on ref, this has got to stop! Enough is enough!”
As even Mauro has seen enough of this beatdown, Batista wrenches in the hold, with CM Punk looking to be out of it…
But, at the very last second before the ref calls for the bell, Punk manages to flip himself over, pinning Batista’s shoulders to the mat!
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
.....THREE!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, C…..M…..PUNK!”
Instantaneously, two things happen - the first, is that CM Punk makes like a bandit and rolls out of the ring, having barely scraped by with a victory. The second is Batista shooting to his feet and howling at the referee how he was just robbed of a rightful victory.
Tom Phillips: “Well Corey, I think that message was delivered loud and clear.”
Corey Graves: “I…wha…how did…tha-that was a fluke, Tom! You know it, I know it, everyone in the arena knows it! That was a complete and utter fluke! Batista had the match won-”
Mauro Ranallo: “And he threw it all away for an attempted statement that backfired on him in the worst way possible!”
Corey Graves: “God…what a nightmare that’s going to be for Eddie Kingston, though. Having to deal with a royally pissed off Hollywood Animal is going to be a whole new circle of hell for The Mad King!”
As Batista’s fury continues on in the ring, CM Punk’s celebration is taken up the ramp, the camera lingering on his grinning face as the show moves on.
We cut to the back to see Homicide, and he is throwing things upset.
Homicide: Damn it! It’s the cause of stupid ass Mistico.
Homicide just throws a table down, and it causes a mess Dan Lambert tries to catch up, and we see Sin Cara picking up the trash Lambert begins to speak.
Dan Lambert: Homicide, calm down. Look, we win some and lose some. We tried to play his game, and we lost simply. Now it is time to get back to the game plan.
Homicide stops, and he looks at Dan as Dan coaches him up.
Dan Lambert: You know how often I have seen Dustin Poirier and Jorge Masvidal lose big fights? I was in Abu Dhabi when Dustin lost to Khabib. I know what despair looks like. Throwing a temper tantrum won’t go anywhere. We need to change it up, and not only that, think of the way we won’t lose the next time we see Ciampa in that ring.
Sin Cara finally catches up, and he speaks
Sin Cara: Yeah, Homicide, you did well out there. Dan, I thought you were hurt.
Both men stop and stare at Sin Cara. The moment lasts for a bit, and Homicide speaks
Homicide: Mistico, when in the hell did you learn English?
Sin Cara: With Mr. Worldwide!
Dan Lambert: Pitbull?
Sin Cara: No, the guy who barks like a dog goes owa owa. He yells, “WORLDWIDE!”
Homicide: Naa, this ain’t Mistico. This must be Hunico.
Sin Cara: Not it’s me.
Homicide: Name something only Mistico would know?
Sin Cara: Douglas Fir.
Dan Lambert: Whose that?
Homicide: Naaa, this Mistico, but not going to lie, you are stupider than before I liked when you couldn’t talk. Listen, Dan, you're right we got to just go back to the drawing board, and now with my number one sparring partner back with me, ain’t no way I can lose.
Sin Cara: Whose your sparring partner?
Homicide socks Sin Cara.
Homicide: You dumbass. Do you think I just brought you back to push Dan Lambert to push the wheelchair. Naaa, you owe me for stealing all my damn pyro and bringing bad Ju ju to the match. You’re back, and you’re here to help me become a world champion.
Sin Cara: Like Rey Mysterio.
Homicide stares at Sin Cara, mad, breathing in and out, working on his meditation.
Dan Lambert: Yeah, Homicide, keep breathing Sin Cara didn’t mean it like that. I mean, there are many great champions in history here at the UWF. Sin Cara was just using Rey as an example.
Sin Cara: Yeah, like Seth Rollins.
Homicide is not trying to get mad at Sin Cara.
Sin Cara: Or Daniel Bryan.
Homicide can’t hold, and he gives Sin Cara a good ole ass whooping like the good ole days. Dan looks concerned, and Homicide lets out a big breath, and Homicide speaks.
Homicide: Alright, I feel better now. You know what, Dan, we both have been working really hard since returning. I got an idea. Why don’t we go on a vacation?
Dan Lambert: A vacation, yeah, I like that. We can get our minds back, reset the body and relax. Let’s go to EC3 and ask for this well-deserved time off.
Homicide: We only need like a week, but it will do well for us. Alright, Mistico, gets your ass up. You need to help with our bags.
Homicide and Dan leave the scene with a laid out Mistico.
As Revolution returns ringside, we are greeted with a decorated ring, a throne sitting in the center of the decorations and off to the side, a mannequin dressed in regal attire, a crown upon its head and a scepter in its grasp. Standing in front of the throne are EC3 and Drake Maverick, EC3 holding a microphone in his hand to address the crowd.
EC3
Esteemed members of the UWF Universe, at Final Battle we all watched as our two King of the Ring finalists competed for the right to be named King here in the UWF and have their named etched into the UWF history books. When the dust cleared, only one of those men had their hand raised in the victory. Tonight, we honor the victor of the King of the Ring and his month of hard work to get to this point...so Drake, will you do the honors?
With that, EC3 hands the microphone over to Drake Maverick who clears his throat before speaking.
Drake Maverick:
Introducing, your 2022 UWF King of the Ring...Edge!
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
With Maverick's introduction, a familiar phrase hits the PA System. The opening bassline of Rush's "Headlong Flight" is drowned out by the chorus of boos from the fans in the arena. It isn't long before Edge comes out from the back, not dressed to compete, hell, he's not even dressed for a celebration and his face certainly does not show a party-going mood either. The boos don't phase him as he walks down the ramp, up the stairs before entering through the ropes. He walks up to EC3 and for the first time, a smile graces Edge's face as he shakes the hand of the UWF Owner. Edge doesn't even acknowledge Maverick's existence as he brushes past him towards the throne. Edge plops himself onto the throne as Maverick raises the microphone to continue his spiel.
Drake Maverick:
And thus, your proper coronation can begin. We will start with the adornment of your royal attire. A robe, made from only the finest materials. As well as a scepter and crown made of 24K gold and an assortment of jewels that were carefully considered and chosen to best fit our new king's personality.
As Maverick finishes, he lowers the microphone and goes towards the mannequin to retrieve the royal attire to place onto Edge, but as Spud walks past the Ultimate Opportunist, he snatches the microphone out of his hand to a chorus of boos as he starts to speak.
Edge
Let's maybe hold off on the whole "adornment" thing. You know what, let's just take that entire get up and box it up for me, so I can take it back home with me. I'm not here in the UWF to play dress up. I'm not here to role play and make believe. I'm here to fix a legacy that should have never been broken in the first place. One piece of that was firmly out of your control, Ethan and I can't blame you for the loss of the UWF's history. You and your team salvaged as much as you could from the fires the previous owner started, both metaphorically and I'm sure physically. If it wasn't for your efforts, there wouldn't be a UWF here today, so on behalf of the entire locker room, the wrestlers of the past, and hell, even these fans in attendance, I thank you.
The crowd's booing quiets for the first time since Edge walked into the arena. Edge however, still wears the same scowl on his face as he did during his entrance.
Edge
But the other part of the legacy I'm here to fix, you ARE to blame for. And that is the current state of the competitive legacy of the UWF. At its height, the UWF boasted three full brands of the most competitive wrestlers in the world. At times, some brands even had multiple world champions with how deep the talent pool went. Sure, the revolving door of talents remained a thing even in those days, but it was more a product of how cutthroat the competition was on each brand. Even with rampant speculation of the higher ups playing favorites, the old UWF remained the number one destination for talent in the wrestling world. And then you saved the UWF from its own destruction, but what arose was a shell of its former self. Hell, I was even there for the very beginning with Christian, but we weren't there for long. The writing was on the wall from day one of Revolution. This UWF just didn't have the same level of competition as it once did. And year after year, I've watched from home, watching that bar get lower and lower. So low that Seth Rollins, a perennial "runner-up" managed to finally be tall enough to ride the World Title coaster here in the UWF. Someone who, no matter what scene he found himself in, was always "good...but not good enough" to be number one. He's a gatekeeper, there to keep the unworthy out of the castle walls, but to allow the worthy inside to test their might against the best of the best. But Gatekeepers don't belong on the throne. Gatekeepers don't wear gold. Yet here he stands, a silver medalist pretending they've finally won the gold. But enough is enough, and it's time for a change here in the UWF. So while you intend to crown me as your new King of the Ring, I have a different coronation ceremony in mind for tonight.
As my first, and only, declaration as King, I hereby change this to a coronation for your FUTURE UWF Champion, me. So EC3, tell your lapdog over there to get on the horn and get that fat "wiseman" out here to lay MY title at MY feet. Because at Summerslam, there is only one possible outcome. So let's not delay the inevitable any longer and give the UWF what it deserves. A true champion at the top of the mountain.
With that Edge flips the mic at Drake who fumbles it a bit before he catches it. He looks to EC3 to figure out how to proceed when before any decision can be made...
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 iconic trio to make their appearance.
The fans only have to wait for a few short moments as the UWF Champion appears from the curtains followed by his brother Roman Reigns and his manager Paul Heyman. The UWF Championship is firmly strapped around the waist of Seth Rollins as he rubs the face of the gold with his hand and stares into the heart and soul of his future opponent Edge from the top of the stage. The two lock eyes for what seems to be an eternity before contact is finally broken and Seth begins to continue his way down to the ring. Heyman follows behind the two men just grinning up a storm and rubbing his hands as the fans boo the trio with all of the energy that their bodies can muster.
Seth unstraps the championship form his waist as he lifts the championship belt high above his head to remind the world of exactly who he is. The trip then enter the ring and Seth stares firmly at Edge once again. Heyman pulls out a mic and begins to speak.
Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen; I’d like you all to shift your attention to the only men worth a damn in this company; and those men would be the bonafide Studs that stand beside me.
The fans boo Heyman and his entourage as Heyman just licks his chops before he continues with his speech.
There’s nothing special about a man who routinely needs surgery just to be able to hold his head up with his own neck. This tournament that you have won only means that you are going to be the latest victim to get exposed by my client. Enjoy how the robe feels Edge, and that little throne made of cheap materials with the little crown that’s almost too small for that large cranium of yours—go ahead and soak it all up. Because in a few short weeks, reality is going to come crashing down and its going to hit you right in that inflated head of yours. The King of the Ring is going to be revealed as being nothing more that a sparkling door mat for my client to wipe the crap off his shoes with before he walks on to much greener pastures.
Paul pauses and he points directly at The 2021 King of the Ring winner--
EDGE! This won’t be a coronation for a new future UWF Champion, but this is going to be the first time that you begin to see the bleak future that awaits you. I for one, can not wait to see it happen.
Paul smirks at Edge before passing the microphone to the UWF Champion.
Seth Rollins: Edge!
I would congratulate you on winning the King of The Ring, but the truth is—I’m just not that impressed. The man that you defeated in the finals, Shark Boy, is a man that I have defeated time and time again. The man that you beat to get into the finals—Danhausen, is another man that I’ve already beaten and vanquished. The truth is, you really haven’t done anything worthy for me to take notice of your existence, but you aren’t ready for that conversation yet. But if you want to be congratulated and acknowledged so bad, then sure—I’ll congratulate you on winning a tournament that was almost entirely filled with men that I have already defeated.
Seth claps his hands in an extremely sarcastic manner that drives the ire of the crowd and elicits a largely negative reaction from them.
As far as your comments about me being a gatekeeper and a silver medalist—that is exactly where your ignorance begins to display. I can’t particularly blame you for that—you’ve only been back in the company for a few months, so let me fill you in, shall I? Because you’re looking in the eyes of the 2021 Royal Rumble Winner. You’re looking at a man that evaded jail by beating the US Government in court. I headlined WrestleMania. You’re looking at the man that ended the (second by a day lol) longest UWF Championship reign in history of the company in route to becoming the UWF Champion himself. When I was making a name for myself and rewriting the UWF history books with my own bare hands mixed with my sweat, tears and blood —where were you Edge?
I’ll tell you where you were—you were sitting at home wishing you could be me. You were sitting at home nursing your fragile little neck with the help of your rather masculine wife while I was here winning and making a name for myself. I was making history and you were wiping the snot out of raggedy children’s noses. You will never admit it, but I inspired you to take action in your life. I inspired you to get off your ass and do something with your life other than being a cuckold. But there’s something that you’ve yet to realize that you will fully understand come Summer Slam. You are motivated by selfish egotistical desires that are based upon artificial motivation whereas I am backed, strengthened, and guided by the powers of the Universe!
Your fate has already been decided—you just lack the intelligence to be able to understand the odds that you’re truly up against. Your mind is so fixated on the past of the UWF, that you are already blinded by the light of the man that stands before you. The reality of your situation is going to be a grim one when you realize that you don’t have the skill or the ability to defeat a ‘silver medalist.’ The throne you sit upon should belong to me because since the year turned to 2022, I have already proved without a shadow of a doubt that I AM THE KING OF THE RING! It’s a damn shame that I must wait until Summer Slam to make you eat your words.
Seth lowers his hand and oddly enough, Roman Reigns stands up and graciously takes the mic from Seth’s hands.
Roman Reigns: While Seth here might have to wait until Summer Slam for a fight—I don’t.
You see truth be told I had a chance to make a name for myself a few weeks against Eddie Kingston and I dropped the ball. But right now, I see a certain sinner that’s looking like they need to be taught a few lessons. I’ve been itching to have another fight and I’m sure our little tournament winner here won’t be backing down from any challenges that come his way. So, Edge, why don’t you get up off that little chair and show me exactly what you’re made of?
Edge smiles as he breaks eye contact with Roman, shaking his head before he slowly gets up out of the chair. He gestures towards Maverick to come towards him and Drake takes a quick step over to the now standing Edge, leaning in close to hear whatever it is Edge has to say. There are no words as once again, Edge rips the microphone out of his grasp to address the UWF Champion and the challenge from Roman.
Edge
Couldn't even go one week without sending your dog after me, huh? I thought you were smarter than that Seth, you wait until you're closer to Summerslam to take out your opponent, you don't blow your shot this early. But you know what, I'll play your game. Just remember that turnabout is fair play in the weeks ahead. But before we do this...and we are in fact doing this.. I just have one final thing to say.
Edge fixes his gaze solely on Seth Rollins now, the playful ember in his eyes now an ice-cold dagger of venom and malice.
Edge
Keep. My family. Out. Of your mouth.
With that said, Edge lowers the microphone and stares down Seth for a few more seconds, but while this is happening, Roman has tossed his microphone to the side and is posturing up towards Edge. Edge, knowing what comes next, turns to Drake with his microphone outstretched towards him, but as Drake reaches out for it and Roman gets closer, Edge instead spins the microphone around in his grip so that the actual mic portion is pointed downward in his hand and whips back around toward Roman for a pre-emptive strike with the microphone to the head. Roman goes down and Seth runs at Edge. The King of the Ring ducks the Clothesline attempt and hits the ropes coming back with a Spear to Seth Rollins! The UWF Champion goes down but Roman gets back to his feet. Edge slithers out of the ring and taps his head, showing that he outsmarted the duo. EC3 and Maverick prevent Roman from chasing him down and all Edge can do is laugh. Rollins sits up holding his ribs while breathing heavily with anger in his eyes as he watches Edge with a full on shit eating grin. It's the last thing we see as the show fades to black.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Summerslam
UWF Championship
Seth Rollins(c) vs Edge
Intercontinental Championship
Tomasso Ciampa(c) vs Danhausen
Credits
Shark Boy vs Lumis - Fauche
Punk vs Batista - Leedles
Cena vs Lee, Danhausen vs Ambrose, Orton vs Leyton - Danny