Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2022 17:10:21 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: After the ending to last week's show, Reigns requested and was granted a match against the King of the Ring, Edge.
Corey Graves: Roman looks to soften up the UWF Champion's challenger at Summerslam or maybe even vault himself into title contention.
Tom Phillips: That's not all we have tonight as Tommaso Ciampa does battle with Eddie Kingston one more time.
Mauro Ranallo:It's always a hard hitting affair when these two get in the ring together, I can't wait to see what happens this time.
Corey Graves: Kingston's going down, count on it. Another person going down, John Cena and hopefully for good. I hope that creepy bastard Lumis abducts him and he's never seen again.
Tom Phillips: Plus after his claim and run in with Ambrose last week, El Genercio takes on the Lunatic Fringe.
Mauro Ranallo:And Leyton Buzzard takes on the Animal Batista! All that and more on tonight's Revolution!
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Under the massive X on the titantron, strobe flicker around the stage in time with the iconic rolling synth line. The Second City Saint steps out on to the stage and surveys an arena full of screaming fans. Punk smirks and starts down the ramp. He's dressed in his street clothes and is carrying a microphone in hand. Despite the fact he isn't booked to compete tonight, the UWF Universe welcomes him with a thunderous ovation. That energy doubles when Punk times his stepping through the ropes with first beat of the anthemic second verse. Dude knows how to make an entrance.
After hitting all four posts and really riling the fans up, CM Punk takes to the center of the squared circle. It takes a while for the crowd to simmer down, even after the music fades out. Once they do, Brooks lifts the mic to speak.
Punk: Is it too late to start calling this the "Summer of Punk?"
A cacophony of "NO's" and less specific cheers eventually narrows and focuses into a unanimous "SUMMER OF PUNK" chants. The Straight Edge Superstar lets that ring out for a while before continuing.
Punk: Alright. Alright. I appreciate the enthusiasm. Let's turn back the clock for a minute here, though. 2016 - the UWF's first taste of the S-O-P... I roll through the G1 Climax en route to challenging Kevin Steen for the International Championship while also leading Bulletproof to be the most dominant faction in NXT's short history.
Me and Joe decide to bring it back last year. Version 2.0. The sequel. Once again, yours truly clears out the G1, starts up what would turn out to be a six-month winning streak and caps it all off by beating the longest-reigning world champion Revolution has ever seen.
That's some rarified air. The bar's set pretty high. We've already burned through half of the summer and what do I have to show for it?
There's some murmuring and vague support coming in from the crowd as Brooks pauses following the question. Mostly the folks in the arena stay quiet though, certain he'll answer it himself soon enough.
Punk: It's not that I don't take pride in what I just did to Sami Zayn inside Hell in a Cell. And surviving Batista has me at three consecutive wins and counting. Not too shabby. But I was robbed of my opportunity to win the seasonal tourney and it seems like all the company champs have their dates for the ol "Biggest Party". So if I'm gonna put the Summer of Punk stamp of approval on this one, I'm gonna have to creative and I'm gonna have to do it quick, cause the days are already getting shorter.
He starts to pace around the ring as he speaks now.
Punk: As nice as it is to reminisce about the glory days, I'm a helluva lot more concerned about what I do with the time I've got left in this sport. I've spent the better part of this year trudging through the bullshit that hacks and cheaters and downright dirty sons of bitches have piled up on my doorstep and I'm over it. Edge is wearing a crown I don't think he can say he's earned without beating me. Seth Rollins is taking on one washed contender after another hoping I don't come looking for a rematch. I can't tell you how many times I've beat Ciampa. All these guys claiming they're the Best in the World when I'm still right here, still fighting, and still winning.
When it gets down to it, the sole criteria in mind for whether or not I can live with planting my flag and saying this season belongs to me is whether or not I cement as undeniable.
Well, here's that.
Punk: Let the so-called King and the fake-ass Champ duke it out at Summerslam. I got next. Not for the belt or the crown, but because I know I'm better than both of 'em. And I'm happy to prove it. No doubt there's someone else back there tonight who's thinking the same thing I am about the clowns crowding up the main event scene, and like I said, I still need a match come August twenty-first.
So there it is. Open challenge. CM Punk versus anyone at Summerslam. I'm giving you a reason. Come give me a god damn fight.
He lowers his mic and turns to face the entrance ramp, waiting for someone to step up and accept.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The cowbell plays and the crowd collectively turn to face the entrance way. A wry smile befalls the face of CM Punk who looks up towards the entrance way to see UWF's chief Shellraiser, Shark Boy march out onto the stage to the acclaim of the capacity audience. Shark Boy looks around at the crowd for a bit and nods his head before he stomps his way down the ramp, head bobbing and arms waving as he makes a beeline for Punk. Shark Boy stomps up the ring steps and through the ropes right past Punk and onto the top rope where he throws out the fin salute before throwing his fists high into the air. Shark Boy repeats this at the opposite corner before he signals for a microphone from a ringside worker. Shark Boy holds the microphone for a little bit and raises it to his mouth before lowering it again as the noise from the crowd increases exponentially. Shark Boy eventually raises the microphone to his mouth.
Shark Boy: Ol' Shark Boy's been sittin' out the back damn near clearin' caterin' out wonderin' what he's gon' do this week on Revolution. I'm back there and I'm damn near pacin', I'm chompin' at the bit for some dumb son of a fish to come my way lookin' for a fight. Safe to say there ain't nobody back there crossin' eyes with ol' Shark Boy but then I look at the monitor and who do I see flappin' his lil' gums but CM Punk!. That's right - the great CM Punk is unsurprisingly out here runnin' his mouth 'cos the one thing CM Punk loves more than this business and bein' all straight edge and all... is hearin' his own damn voice. 'The Voice of The Voiceless' he calls himself but quite frankly sometimes Shark Boy wishes ol' CM Punk was voiceless so he didn't have to hear him week in, week out. Now Shark Boy wasn't listenin' much to begin with... it's just another Punk promo segment where CM Punk extolls the virtues of CM Punk. But it got to the end and I heard that you were lookin' for a fight at Summerslam...
The crowd begin to rumble into a roar thinking about the possibility.
Now these past few months ain't gone Shark Boy's way... Shark Boy's played second fiddle and fallen over the biggest hurdles when they were put in his way. First I couldn't put away Seth Rollins and then that sorry jackass Edge stole away the King of The Ring. Now Shark Boy ain't gon' stand here and piss and moan and complain about the way things have went or how those two sorry sons of fishes are fightin' for the UWF Title at Summerslam. That ain't Shark Boy's style... Shark Boy's style is takin' out his frustration on any sorry bastard that stands across this ring from him and we saw that last week with that big creepy bastard Dexter Lumis. See the higher ups just might see Shark Boy as a steppin' stone, you might get a good ol' rub off beatin' the veteran on yer way to the top... but that ain't the way Shark Boy's gon' go here, EH-EH.
Shark Boy's voice is full of grit as he paces back and forth looking CM Punk up and down.
You stand there Punk and you talk about how great you are... all the titles you've won, all the great runs you've been on, The Summer of Punk... you think that impresses Shark Boy?, nah son it don't impress me much because Shark Boy remembers the last time he stood across the ring from you. You talk about how you've beat this guy and that guy... well Punk, the last time your sorry bass stood in this ring with Shark Boy... Shark Boy stomped a mudhole in it and walked it dry!... You say your name isn't on the card for Summerslam well Shark Boy's name ain't on that marquee yet either and if you're lookin' for a rock 'em, sock 'em drag out brawl then look no further... you want a fight at Summerslam?... you got it standin' here in front of ya... you wanna try and even the score with the one guy you ain't beat here?, come and get it but let me tell you this Punk... things ain't gon' be any different... I've got your number, you might be 'The Best in The World' and you might be the biggest name in UWF history but as far as ol' Shark Boy is concerned your bass belongs to Shark Boy. And at Summerslam?, it's gon' be bass whoopin' number two for CM Punk and if you wanna see Shark Boy take a chunk out of CM Punk's bass at Summerslam then GIMME A SHELL YEAH!
The crowd resoundingly yell 'SHELL YEAH!' as Shark Boy raises the microphone again. Punk listens intently.
So how about it Punk, are ya ready to swim with sharks?
The Straight Edge Superstar turns away from Shark Boy for the first time since he came out to take a look around the building. All he sees are cheering fans, who scream that much louder to make it known this a match they're eager to see. CM Punk smirks, turns back to the Shellraiser, and without saying a word, extends a hand. Shark Boy takes it an instant to seal the deal.
Another wave of cheers pours down from all sides as the two top contenders make it official with a good ol' fashion hand shake. It doesn't end there, though. Shark Boy pulls Punk in close, dropping some off-mic jaw-jacking, letting him know that he's bitten off more than he can chew. The Second City Saint's smirk fades, and when something the Shellraiser says apparently crosses the line, Punk nails him with a head butt!
The fans gasp, caught off guard by the sudden, violent turn of events. That handshake is broken as Shark Boy stumbles away. Punk shakes his head, dizzy from the impact, then wipes away a drop of blood trickling down from the bridge of his own nose. Just like with real sharks, the smell of it has SCSB all riled up and he comes back swinging, opening a can of whoop bass on Punk in retaliation. It all just escalates from there, a wild brawl ensuing as they beat the holy hell out of each other. The UWF Universe is just downright friggin thrilled to see two of their faves going toe-to-toe - though their cheers turn into boos when a score of security guards, referees and agents run down the ramp to break things up.
It takes some doing, but with about a dozen or so staffers jumping each guy, they soon manage to separate Shark Boy and CM Punk. A resounding "LET THEM FIGHT" chant echoes around the arena, but the fans are just gonna have to wait until Summerslam to get the real deal. The goon squad escorts the fellas out of the ring while Revolution continues elsewhere.
As Revolution continues, things head backstage where Batista is in a suit sitting at a desk.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Welcome to my office and thank you for coming in today. As you know, I’m the, “Hollywood Animal” Batista and I’m looking to grow the brand that is me. State your name and let me know why you think I should select you to come aboard and help me do that.
The camera pans to show the person on the other side of the desk as the crowd cheers.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: I’m sorry, what?
It’s seen that there’s someone standing next to Rhino as they speak up.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: My apologies, Mister Batista, all he can say is, ‘Gore’.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: What is this, a rib? He talked in the Royal Rumble lead-up! Even Sin Cara talks now!
There’s a brief silence.
”The War Machine” Rhino: Gore.
”The One Man Band” Heath Slater: Rhino says we’d be a great help to growing your brand because of how well we served as AJ Styles’ posse.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: The two of you were a bunch of jobbers at best! You lost to every tag team in the division and got turned into puppets! Get out of my office!
Heath Slater and Rhino leave with their heads hung in sadness.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: NEXT!
Following a commercial for Skittles which contain 98% artificial coloring, the Revolution feed resumes backstage, where we see a close up shot of Danhausen staring directly at the UWF Prime Time Medal which he has hoisted up in his hand.
Danhausen
Well, friend. The time will soon be upon us to say farewell. We’ve had some fun times that’s for sure, but as much as Danhausen values the impact you’ve had, you sadly just don’t hold the monetary value that Danhausen needs to propel himself to the highest of heights. And so he must therefore trade you in so that he can attempt to defeat Italian Tom at Sunnyslam-a-rama and rebrand the Ultimate Wrestling Incontinence Title to the Ultimate Wrestling InterCOINtinental Title.
Danhausen then tilts his head to look directly into the camera.
Danhausen
But until we reach that fateful day, Danhausen will continue to wear this with pride and show everyone that he’s the greatest Cryme Tyme Medal holder of all time. Something which really shouldn’t come as any great surprise when you look back and see the names of some of the previous holders. Did you know that Danhausen had to commit a large chunk of his pay check to getting a load of the tarnish cleaned off of this thing after he won it? What a farcehausen! Still, at least by completing his new end objective it will all have been worth it. Because if there’s two things that Danhausen strives for in this industry, it’s giving and getting good value for money! The road to Sunnyslam-a-rama starts here and now. Love That Danhausen! Tata for now!
As Danhausen gives a brief wave goodbye, the feed fades out and picks up elsewhere for the show to continue.
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
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.
Tony Chimel: Introducing 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.
Tony 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.
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DING DING DING
Cena comes out of the corner ready to lock up but Lumis throws his hands up, telling him to stop. Cena stops dead in his tracks looking a bit confused. It's only exacerbated when Lumsi gives him the ol' "You Can't See Me" taunt to the roar of the crowd. Cena runs in for a Clothesline but Lumis ducks it. Cena keeps running, hitting the ropes but ends up right into the waiting arm's of Dexter's for a Spinebuster! Lumis go for the pin right away but Cena rolls him off of him before the ref can even make a 1 count! John rushes to his feet but eats an Uppercut to the throat. He turns away choking but Lumis grab him from behind and lays him over his back to hit the Backbreaker into the Neckbreaker Combo! He makes the pin!
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Cena kicks out! Lumis pulls him back up to his feet but Cena fights him off with some shots to the stomach. Lumis turns away holding his gut and Cena runs up behind him and takes him down with a One Handed Bulldog! Cena picks Lumis up right away and hoists him onto his shoulders. Dexter realizes the trouble he's in and manages to squirm off his back behind him and place him in a Sleeper Hold! Cena quickly reaches out for the ropes and is able to rush over there to break the hold. Lumis slowly releases it with his arms up but Cena levels him with an elbow to the side of the face! This sends Lumis back a few paces and Cena runs at him but Lum,is jumps in the air and lands on him with a Thez Press! He beats on Cena before running to the ropes and coming back with the Axe Handle Smash as Cena was trying to get up! He makes another pin attempt!
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Cena kicks out! The Doctor of Thuganomics rolls out of the ring and Eve runs over to check on her #1 Boy.
Tom Phillips: Eve is always there to stand by her man.
Corey Graves: I think she realizes just how much trouble Cena's in. This Dexter is a creepy bastard and I have no idea what's going on in the mind of Joe Gacy. I don't blame her for being so freaked out about Cena facing this guy in a hellish matchup like this normal match.
Lumis exits the ring to continue his fight against Cena but Eve stands in his way. She looks a bit disturbed by Dexter but Lumis' cold dead eyes stare deep into her soul. He slowly tilts her head and Eve seems to find herself calming down. Dexter moves his face a bit closer to hers and you can see Eve start to smirk. She moves in closer but Dexter backs away a bit. Eve is now twirling her hair with her finger and smiling at Lumis, the man's sheer charisma getting to her. This distraction allows Cena to blindside Lumis with a Clothesline! Eve looks legitimately surprised and mad at Cena but John throws Dexter right back into the ring.
Cena argues with Eve a bit at ringside before he goes back into the ring. Lumis is getting to his feet so Cena runs up behind him and hits the Throwback! Lumis rolls away to the ropes but not to the floor. Cena comes over and picks him up, dragging him back to the center of the ring. He's able to lift him up and deliver the Emerald Flowsion! Instead of going for the pin, Cena backs up and crosses his arms close to his chest. He yells out and as Lmis is getting to his feet, he moves in to deliver the Lightening Fist! Lumis goes down and Cena makes the pin!
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But NO! Lumis gets the shoulder up in time!
Mauro Ranallo: The devastating Lightening Fist just almost ended things for Dexter Lumis right there.
Corey Graves: Could you imagine going 0-2 to start off your UWF career? Who knows how that lunatic Joe Gacy reacts to that.
Mauro Ranallo: Well he seems a bit understanding and inclusive.
Corey Graves: The guys who are the loudest activist ends up being the biggest scumbags Phillips. That's why I let people know up front I'm not a nice guy.
Tom Phillips: Wait so you're throwing the scent off that you're a secret scumbag?
Corey Graves: What?
Cena isn't about to give up right there. He brings Lumis up right away and puts him on his shoulders. He looks to the crowd and does the "You Can't See Me" taunt before throwing up Luis for the Attitude Adjustment! Dexter however lands on his feet and stares right at Cena. The former Television Champion is shook and falls to his butt. He looks scared but shakes his head and stands back up. He goes for another Clothesline but Dexter ducks and catches him with a Uranage! He keeps a hold of him and has him locked in Silence! Cena reaches out for the ropes but he's nowhere near them and it doesn't take long for him to fade.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Dexter Lumis!
Lumis stays there cradling Cena's head while Eve watches. She clearly wishes that was her but Gacy comes in to break up the trance of Lumis and raise his hand in victory. The two walk off together while Eve goes into the ring and checks on Cena. Or at least that's what she normally does but she instead watches Lumis walk away as the show moves on.
We cut to outside of EC3's office where Leyton Buzzard knocks on the door. Leyton in his ring gear ready for his match against Hollywood Batista.
EC3: Come in!
Leyton walks in and closes the door behind him .
EC3: Oh I thought you were someone else. What is it?
Leyton Buzzard: Hey Mr Carter I know you still have your doubts on the start that I could be but I want more than former world champions, I want to be the guy that people come out in droves to see I want to make an impact. I will curb your doubts but all you have to do is believe in Leyton Buzzard. I mean I want tougher and stronger opponents. I don't want to lay dormant and be the doormat that lets everyone else around them walk right over them. Carter I won't disappoint you and your judgment to rehire me but all I require from you is to sign off on the bigger and tougher matches…
EC3: And what? You think Batista and Randy Orton are some how beneath you? You need to work yourself up to get into the position where you get big matches. A couple of more big wins and you'll find yourself getting exactly what you want but if you don't mind, I'm having a meeting with someone else soon and-
Before Carter can finish, in walks the Television Champion Trevor Lee with The Butcher in tow. As soon as Trevor Lee, alongside The Butcher, are in the room, the laughter of the Television Champion can be heard. It, however, is cut short as he looks to see EC3, with Leyton Buzzard standing close by.
Trevor Lee: "Well, howdy there, mista' Carter! Hope I wasn't too late in arrivin' for our little meetin'...truth be told, I was about to show up here a couple o' minutes early, try to be all professional an' whatnot, but...well, Butcher 'ere didn't want me comin' into the meetin' on an empty stomach, so the two of us had to make a lil' pit stop-"
Lee then realizes him and EC3 aren't alone in the room, and looks Leyton up and down.
Trevor Lee: "...Mista' Carter, I didn't know that Drake Maverick was gonna' be listenin' in on our meetin'. Not that it's really too big of an issue, o' course. I ain't gonna complain if ya' need to have ya' lil' lackey by ya' side. I mean, Butcher insisted he come along to this 'ere get together, so who am I to judge when it's the matter o' bringin' someone else along for the ride?"
Striding up to Leyton, Trevor Lee offers his hand out to the man he perceives to be Ec3's assistant.
Trevor Lee: "Howdy there, mista' Maverick! Mah name's Trevor Lee...ah, why the heck am I introducin' myself to ya'. Not like this is the first time we met or anythin', I mean, ya' the same guy who had sent the contract over to me so I could join the U-Dubya-Eff off of mista' Carter's orders, ain't ya? Regardless, it sure is nice to finally meetcha' in person! Although...I thought ya'd be a bit taller. Or, maybe a bit shorter? I dunno, ya' just...the height don't seem to match up either way, if ya' catch my drift."
Of course, as Lee was speaking, The Butcher would be staring Leyton Buzzard down, not a single word coming from the big man's mouth. Leyton's eyes glare down at the hand of Lee, He feints to go to shake Lees hand but Leyton before Lee can realize what's going on is pulled face to face with Buzzard...
Leyton Buzzard: Name's not Maverick, Champ!. I can introduce you to who I am if you're not familiar. I can leave you with a sore chin and with not title--
Leyton looks over to Carter mid sentence...
Leyton Buzzard: Carter the champ here would solve my issue of wanting a challenge. I mean he is disrespectful enough to earn an ass kicking either way...
Butcher steps between the two men breaking the "handshake". With The Butcher now standing in the way, Lee retracts the hand towards Leyton.
Trevor Lee: "...Wait, if you ain't mista' Maverick..."
Trevor then turns to EC3, about as confused as a homeless man under house arrest.
Trevor Lee: "Mista' Carter who in the h-e-double hockey stick is this man an' why is he bein' allowed to listen in to what's supposed ta' be our lil' meetin' regardin' this 'ere U-Dubya-Eff Television Title? I mean, I came swingin' by to try an' find out who's deservin' of a title shot 'round here, after all."
He then turns back to Leyton, now confused and ticked off.
Trevor Lee: "An' ya' callin' me disrespectful? Why, I got half a mind ta' whoop ya' right now, son, but I ain't that type o' man. Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah, if ya' wanna' try to come after the U-Dubya-Eff Television Champ an' call 'em disrespectful just because I ain't seen a 'man' like you 'round these parts-"
Before Lee can get too off-track, Butcher would turn around and give a look towards the mayor, getting him to re-focus and turn back to EC3.
Leyton Buzzard: I mean if you want I can butcher your big friend here and than once done with that I can get my hands on you, Champ. I mean Champ if I were you I'd hold onto that title just a bit tighter because I will beat the respect into you and I may just take your title obviously if I can get through mall shop Santa over here. You'd be up for that for right because I so clearly disrespected you, right?
Lee gives Leyton a cold hard staredown and it looks like the two might exchange blows at any second until EC3 decides to break the tension.
EC3: Well Lee, looks like you got someone stepping up to the plate to challenge you. The problem is we don't just hand out title shots to everyone who asks. So maybe if you can back up what you say and prove your worth against someone like Butcher here, maybe I can make that match a reality.
Lee frown turns to a grin and he nods his head while backing away.
Leyton Buzzard: If you will I have to get ready for Batista tonight I hope you'll be watching champ!
Leyton leaves the office while Lee watches him leave with a smile on his face. He slaps the big man on the shoulder twice and Butcher looks at him. They nod to each other and Butcher walks out of the office. Lee turns around and bids farewell to EC3 before he leaves as well.
As there’s a break in the action, things head backstage to where Batista is holding his auditions still.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Alright, let’s hear your pitch.
Braun Strowman: Well, I’m big and strong like you so we can be like Phil Swift in that ring…
Simon Dean: That’s a lot of damage! But do you know what else is damaging? An inconsistent diet! With the help of my patented Simon System, not only will people be getting entertained by your great movies and what you do in the ring, they’ll be healthier and happier too!
There’s a brief silence as it can be seen the smiling duo are starting to sweat.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Yeah, I don’t give a shit about their health and one big man, yours truly, is all this brand needs. NEXT!
Braun and Simon leave looking sad as Revolution continues.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first…
Fans are a bit perplexed by the music but things come together when the newly slender and frankly sickly looking El Generico comes out onto the stage full of cocksure swagger. He heads down the ramp like he's Stone Cold Steve Austin and and even flicks off a few audience members heckling him.
Tony Chimel: From Tijuana, Mexico. Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds. El Generico!
Generico gives a half-hearted, “Ole!” as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
"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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Ambrose kicks Generico in the stomach and connects with the No Hitter! But he’s not finished there as he rolls Generico over and climbs into the mount, delivering stiff punches as he alternates between the right and the left with each one. Dean delivers a Headbutt next and then sticks his fingers in the eyeholes of Generico’s mask, pulling upward and tearing at the fabric until Generico’s forehead is exposed. Once it is, Dean lunges at it and starts biting as Generico does his best to fight him off.
After a moment, Ambrose backs off as the damage has been done as there’s blood running from Generico’s forehead. Dean gets up, blood on his lips as he dives back into the mount and starts laying in punches again. After another moment, Ambrose backs off again as the blood can be seen on his fists now too. El Generico tries to kip up but as he does, Dean catches him and connects once again with the No Hitter! Ambrose starts stomping violently up and down the spine of his opponent now, making sure to strike every vertebrae. After this has gone on til each one has been struck twice, Dean drops an elbow into the back of Generico’s head and then hooks the head, bringing him upward before connecting with a third No Hitter!
Dean still isn’t through though as he pulls Generico back to a vertical base. As he does, Generico connects with a thumb to the eye of his opponent and shoves his chest with both hands. Dean hits the ropes and leans into them, then comes off and levels El with a stiff Clothesline. Ambrose starts stomping on his opponent viciously as Generico rolls away to try to avoid harm but Dean pursues him and keeps the punishment coming. Generico grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, back to his opponent, as Dean clubs him in the back of the head with a stiff forearm then grabs him by the neck and the back of the head and starts slamming it into the turnbuckle pad repeatedly. After doing this a few times, Dean backs away as El comes staggering backward out of the corner, Dean grabbing him around the waist as he does and exploding into a German Suplex.
Generico lands on his neck awkwardly as he goes stumbling into the opposite corner, Dean charging and connecting with a Stinger Splash. As Generico falls forward as Dean backs away, Dean pivots and hits Generico with a Bulldog. Ambrose gets up and beats his chest a few times before grabbing Generico and pulling him up to a vertical base, taking him back down with a Lou Thesz Press and starts laying into him with hard punches. Dean gets up and looks unhinged as he bends down and pulls Generico back to his feet before kicking him in the stomach and connecting with the No Hitter for a fourth time.Dean makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Dean Ambrose!
Dean gets up and delivers a few more stomps to Generico before spitting on him and exiting the ring. Dean hops the barricade and starts making his way through the crowd as Revolution continues.
We cut to a beautiful beach
We cut to more beautiful images, and then we cut to Homicide and Sin Cara at a beautiful Cabana
Homicide: Hola dey, Hola dey. I am enjoying some vacation time with some beautiful mamacitas, and some good amigos.
Homicide turns to Sin Cara.
Homicide: Alright, one good friend. Dan is getting much-needed R & R right now, but you know, even though I am on vacation, I am still thinking of my career here at the UWF. UWF is important to me as it is a reason why I can put food on the table for mi familia, and as well take these beautiful vacations. Hey, before I continue, shoutout to EC3. You, along with Dan, and Russo, are one of the coolest gringos I know. Though you know who isn’t a cool gringo?
Sin Cara: Danielson?
Homicide: Yeah is a piece of shit but do you know where I am getting at, Mistico?
Sin Cara nods his head no, and Homicide answers the question he posed
Homicide: That new fresh meat Joe Gacy. You see, this man was going on some tangent about making UWF a safe place. I mean, what the hell is he on? Seriously? This is pro wrestling. We’re the filthiest animals of them all in this sport. Joe Gacy decided to name-drop me, and then he pretended he didn’t know it, and you know what he did next, Mistico?
Sin Cara: He insulted you!
Homicide: Eyyyy, there you go, Mistico, there are some brains up there. He did insult me. He said I am proud to be named after a violent crime. He said I’m the root of many vile things here in not only UWF, but life itself. He has labeled me as a bad guy. And you know what, Mistico, let’s show this man how bad of a guy I can be. You see, Joe, my name is Homicide for a reason. I’m proud of that name. I am respected in this industry because of who I am. I know I am a disgusting person but guess what those fools out there love it! I was born in Anarchy. I am a man who enjoys the darker things in life, and at the end of the day, if you want a safe space. Well, bro, I don’t know what to tell you, but maybe you should come with me on vacation next time. Because once you step through those doors, your safe space goes away. The fans don’t want a safe space. The fans want action and violence. So, Joe Gacy, you’re name has been on my mind. I feel like you wanted my attention. Well, you got my attention.
Sin Cara: You in trouble Gringo.
Homicide looks annoyed at Sin Cara, socks him, and throws him into the pool. Homicide looks into the camera, and he speaks.
Homicide: Joe, I love violence, and so does my homie Mistico. And I’m sure that big Ogre you control Dexter Lu ehhh I don’t know his name yet - but I am sure that fool loves violence and I am sure we will see that sooner or later. So you want a safe place, you will find that at home because you ain’t going to get that here, and the fans in attendance don’t want that here. I’m going back on vacation talk to you soon.
Homicide leaves, and we cut to Sin Cara in the pool
Backstage we see Tommaso Ciampa getting ready for his upcoming match with Eddie Kingston. As he finishes taping his wrists, he glaces across at the Intercontinental Title and picks it up with one hand. As he looks at it intently, Danhausen quietly rises from in amongst some storage boxes, fans in attendance who are watching on the big screen can be heard popping as the next contender to the IC Title quickly surveys his surroundings before raising his arms to do his trademark cursing pose in the direction of Ciampa.
Sensing something is off, Ciampa stops looking at the title, and just as he goes to turn around and see what’s behind him, Danhausen quickly returns to his hiding spot and his presence goes completely unnoticed by the champion. Ciampa now with a puzzled look on his face clutches ‘Goldie’ closely with both hands before he gets up to head off for his match. As he leaves, Danhausen rises again and begins to cackle in a somewhat demented fashion as the camera then fades out.
We head back to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already there, pacing back and forth, ready for the match to begin.
As Psycho Killer blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Wardlow. The crowd boos the pair loudly, Ciampa hold the Intercontinental Championship in the air and shouts "THIS IS MY MOMENT"
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Wardlow from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the UWF Intercontinental Champion The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Keeping the championship held in the air, Ciampa quickly moves his empty hand down and a black and gold pyro bursts out of the stage as the pair makes their way to the ring. Wardlow making sure his boss doesn’t get harassed by any of the fans. As the pair reach the ring Wardlow sits on the ropes and lets Ciampa in. Ciampa climbs a turnbuckle and holds the championship aloft, allowing a single spotlight to hit it and let it shine.
Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and stares at his championship, like Gollum staring at the one ring, he then touches the centre and stares for a second. He would then hand the Intercontinental Championship to Wardlow, telling him to take care of her. Ciampa then gets in his corner.
VS 
DING DING DING
The two men stare each other down. There's no love lost between these two but Ciampa looks a bit worse for wear for some reason. It looks at if Ciampa is struggling to see straight. Eddie looks at the ref and asks what's up with him. he ref goes to check on Ciampa but he shoves him away. He walks up to Eddie and just palms his face and shoves him,telling him to fight him. Eddie obliges and starts laying into him. Ciampa fights back and the two exchange blows. Eddie gets the better of the exchange and shoots him off the ropes. Ciampa comes running back but hits a Discus Lariat! Eddie goes down but so does Ciampa who looks completely out of it.
Mauro Ranallo: Something is wrong with Tommaso Ciampa.
Tom Phillips: It's the cursehausen that Danhausen laid on him!
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips, Danhausen is nothing more than a con man for idiots like you.
Mauro Ranallo: I don't know Corey, Ciampa looks a bit out of it.
Corey Graves: It was probably something he ate. Curses aren't real.
Ciampa is struggling to get back up but Eddie comes behind him and wraps his arms around his neck and arm, throwing him back with a Half Nelson Suplex! Ciampa lands high on his neck and sits up from the sheer impact. He's dazed and Eddie runs to the ropes and comes back with the American D to the back of the neck! Kingston makes the pin right away!
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Eddie Kingston!
Eddie looks down at Ciampa but just shrugs his shoulders and leaves to the back. the ringside doctor checks on Ciampa who isn't moving. He tends to him as the show moves on.
The scene opens with Seth Rollins in a room solo with a deck of card at his hands. He is shuffling the deck and whistling nonchalantly. After a few long moments, he stops shuffling the deck and begins to speak, staring directly into the heart of the camera.
Seth Rollins: The divine powers that have blessed me with an ever-growing list of powers. The latest being the ability to speak to the spirit realm and gather insight on people with the powers of tarot cards. You know, something like Ms. Cleo except this isn’t a scam—this is from the powers of our creator.
Tonight, I want to show insight onto the future of Edge and his career in the UWF. Usually, we would do a three card pull in this situation, each card would represent the past, present and the future. However, with Edge’s permanently blinding fixation on the past, I figured it would be more beneficial if we just skip that. We know what his past involves, and we know how he feels about the past—due to his nonstop harping about it.
Seth closes his eyes and begins to breathe deeply.
Universe, kindly allow me to match Edge’s pathetic vibration and frequency. Allow me to resonate with him at the realms of a lower vibrating mortal so that I may accurately tell him and the world about his present fate, and the future that awaits him.
Seth continues to breathe deeply with his eyes closed. The UWF Champion eventually shuffles the deck once more and pulls out two cards. He flips one over.
This card is what they call, ‘The Ten of Swords.’ As you can see, the ten swords in the man’s back is a very ominous. This card is terrible Edge, it really is. It usually means that the person who gets this card is going to be suffering soon. Some sort of unwelcoming and startling surprise is on the horizon. It would be career related or in your love life—but I think we have an idea of what these means for you Edge. This card is describing the hardship you'll face when we finally go toe-to-toe at Summer Slam. This card represents chaos and destruction, and the person being blinded and pinned down by a plethora of things. This card is signaling some unpleasant times for you coming up, so I hope you can prepare yourself. Hopelessness and mental anguish are feelings that are on the horizon for you Edge.
Lets pull your final card shall we?
Seth pulls and flips over one last card to represent Edge’s future.
Well, well, well, would you look at this. The ‘Death’ card. Now this doesn’t mean that Edge is going to die soon—but it could indicate the symbolic death of something death to Edge. Perhaps once he loses at Summer Slam and his ‘King of the Ring’ moniker is killed? Or maybe when he finally gets back to home after losing to me, his wife will have run off with the kids after seeing him be exposed for the beta male that he is. Typically, death just means that greater things are coming long down the road. But for you Edge, things won’t be looking up in this company until the day I decide to hang my boots up. I’ll let you in on a little secret—it won’t be for years pal. I still haven’t reached my peak and come Summer Slam; you’ll be able to experience it as a fact.
If you're having trouble reading between the lines Edge, let me make this absolutely clear for you: your road of glory has already ended. The only thing in front of you is merciless peril and I am going to show you and the whole world exactly WHY I am the UWF Champion. Try all you want man, but you're going to be coming up short.
Seth puts the cards down and he stand up and hoists the UWF Championship up above his head as the scene fades to black.
As things roll on, the camera again returns to where Batista is holding tryouts. He’s looking down writing when the next prospect enters.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Alright let’s hear it.
After a moment of silence, Batista stops writing and looks up.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: What the fuck are you doing here?
It’s Eddie Kingston! As Batista tries to stand up, Eddie dives over the desk onto him and starts hammering away with punches. It isn’t long before the room is filled with UWF officials as the two men are separated. They keep yelling at each other as Revolution continues.
The scene opens with this....
You Have Been Warned.......... Time To Burn.....Rise From The Ashes.....
Welcome.......To.........Hell!!!!
The scene fades and ends with the Devil laughing.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
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.
Chimel: Introducing first, 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.
Chimel: And his opponent, 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...
Chimel: 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...
Tony steps out of the ring and after ensuring both competitors are ready to go, the Referee calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Buzzard starts things off by circling the perimeter of the ring, staying close to the ropes while his opponent occupies the center. Batista is waiting for the smaller, faster man to come to him. Leyton is happy to maintain some distance at first as he looks for a good opening. In the meantime, he gets the fans rallying behind him with some good ol' fashioned babyface hand clapping. The UWF Universe matches his rhythm and cheer him on in this match against the detested Hollywood Animal.
Ranallo: Buzzard looked great in his return to action last week on Revolution, picking up a big win over the recently dethroned Television Champion, Randy Orton, with some high-flying offense.
Phillips: Adding Batista's name to his resume would catapult him into the spotlight going into the Biggest Party of the Summer. We saw earlier tonight that he was setting his sights on big opportunities - I think a TV Title shot could be in his future if he keeps this momentum up.
Graves: Whoa, easy there boys. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. A fluke win with some beginner's luck is one thing - taking down Batista is something else entirely. Big Dave has looked every bit of The Animal he was back at the start of his career, and even if his record doesn't indicate dominance, his last two opponent's hospital bills tells a different story.
While he's surely aware of the beatings Punk and Kingston have suffered at Batista's hands in recent weeks, the plucky Brit isn't about to back down from this challenge. Soon enough, he darts in, finding his ideal opening as he comes gunning for some big game.
Batista catches him on the way in. What starts as a collar-and-elbow quickly turns into display for The Animal's strength as he wraps two hands around Buzzard's throat to toss him into the corner. Leyton bounces of the post, gritting his teeth but keeping his composure despite the pain. He charges Batista, ducking a clothesline and running straight past to hit the far ropes.
Flinging himself into those cables, Buzzard rebounds back and flexes his acrobatic prowess by coming around with a handspring. The abrupt shift in motion catches the Hollywood Animal by surprise, leaving him open to take a vicious elbow string by the flipping Buzzard. His arms clips Batista right across the jawline, sending him towards the ropes. When Batista stumbles back from there, Leyton is waiting to catch him with a school boy pinning attempt! He drags Dave down to the canvas while the Referee slides in for the count...
1...
2...
Batista powers out just after the two count, bucking Leyton away with the deliberate kickout.
Ranallo: This is what Leyton needs to do to stay in the driver's seat - stick and move, optimize unique angles and aerial techniques and hope that it's enough to keep The Animal off balance.
Graves: The only reason CM Punk had his hand raised last week because Batista got too caught up in inflicting some punishment on him. If Big Dave stays focused, I honestly don't think the new kid has a chance. It's only a matter of time until he gets hit with a power move, and it's all downhill from there.
Buzzard kips up, earning a round of applause for the impressive feat while Batista stumbles to his feet nearby. Leyton immediately looks to take him back down and is successful in eliminating his base with a low dropkick to his calf. Big Dave crumbles to the canvas, nursing his leg while cursing loudly.
Leyton springs right back up and runs the ropes again, building speed ahead of his next assault. As he runs in, however, he's met with an explosive retaliation from the Animal, who charges at him, catches him around the thighs, and pivots to plant the Brit into the mat with a thunderous Spinebuster!
The four posts rattle on impact and Batista hooks a leg to make the cover...
1...
2...
No! Buzzard kicks out at two! Batista scowls at the Referee while the fans start up a chant for the hero-in-peril.
Graves: See? What did I tell ya!?
Phillips: The Spinebuster practically sent Buzzard through the ring. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a broken rib or two.
Leyton starts to sit up only for Batista to wraps his arms around him, positioning himself for the End Credits! Buzzard senses that he's in trouble and wiggles and writhes to avoid getting caught up in the lethal submission. Big Dave keeps on chasing that move that he loves so very very much, and then ensuing struggle sees them rolling all over the ring as they jockey for dominant positioning.
Batista finally manages to pin him down, hooking one arm around the head while pinning the other beneath the torso as he contorts Buzzard's body at an obscene angle. Leyton cries out in pain as he's wrenched in a few different wrong directions.
Ranallo: The End Credits are rolling! If those ribs weren't busted already, they're about to be.
Graves: If this guy wants this comeback to make it another week, he should tap right now and hope to God that Batista feels like letting go.
The hold is in too tight to escape, but fortunately for Buzzard, all that struggling earlier got him close to the ropes. He frantically kicks out with one leg until finally catching the bottom cable, at which point the Referee starts up a five count. Batista makes the most of it - so much so that it looks like he isn't going to let go at all. That wouldn't be surprising given his last few outings. The Hollywood Animal relinquishes just before suffering a DQ, though. The show will go on.
That said, Buzzard's in all kinds of trouble. He looks hurt as all heck, and doesn't put up much of a fight as Batista hoists him up and drags him towards the middle of the ring. The movie star takes the time to look straight down the hard cam, letting what comes next serve as a warning to the man he knows is watching.
Big Dave flips Leyton up on to his shoulders to set up the Batista Bomb. As he goes to execute, however, Buzzard twists around and leans back to bring the Animal crashing head-over-heals down on to his neck with a Poison-rana! The fans explode, stunned by the spectacular counter! Buzzard sprawls to shoot the half, hoping to put it away quickly...
1...
2...
Batista kicks out just in time!
Phillips: A last-second reversal by Leyton just about scored him the win!
Ranallo: That would have been a bonafide Buzzard beater.
Graves: Don't.
Phillips: The question now is whether Buzzard can follow up and seal the deal now that he's got Batista hurt!
The Hollywood Animal is seeing stars after getting dumped on his head. With the fans chanting his name, Leyton gets to his feet and pulls Batista up with him. He yanks his opponent's arm between his own legs to set him up for the Pumphandle Driver he calls the Buzzard Driver. As he attempts to elevate Big Dave, however, the weight differential is too significant. He plants his feet to redouble his efforts only to get shaken off by an elbow to the face.
Buzzard staggers back and Batista turns and grabs his arm. From there, the Animal whips his foe towards the ropes. Leyton jumps up, lands on the middle, and flies backwards to catch a still-groggy Batista totally by surprise with a Springboard Stunner!
Ranallo: AIR LEYTON! MAMA MIA!
Phillips: He used that flying stunner to put down Orton last week! He's about to beat the odds again!
The fans explode as Batista goes down. Leyton lands nearby and scrambles to make the cover, but the momentum of the impact sees Big Dave get flung backwards before rolling through the ropes to the floor below. Buzzard crawls after, trying to catch him, but is unable to make the save in time.
The Referee goes over to the edge of the ring to check on Batista before starting up a ten count. Buzzard is dismayed by the loss of a chance to get the sure win, but the roaring crowd gets him focused again before long. Pulling himself up, he backs up a few paces, looking like he might be thinking about a dive to the outside just as The Animal is getting back to a vertical base. As he reaches the far ropes, though, he gets totally blindsided!
Phillips: What the hell?
Graves: It's The Butcher! The Butcher! The Butcher!
Leyton gets leveled by a lariat to the back of the head by The Butcher, who snuck up on the apron from outta nowhere! The fans boo their little faces off as Buzzard goes down like a ton of bricks. The Butcher drops down and rolls to hide under the apron before the Official can figure out what went on.
Of course the booing draws the third man's attention, but as he turns around to see what the heck the fuss is about, Batista climbs back under the ropes and sprawls all over the flattened Buzzard. He doesn't hesitate to lock in a second End Credits, yanking back full throttle. Buzzard doesn't even have a chance to tap. The Ref gets one look at his arm going limp and calls the whole thing off.
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
BATISTA!
Big Dave's music can barely be heard coming through the PA, so hot and heavy are the boos pouring in from the fans. Like he cares. The Hollywood Animal holds on a few more seconds before finally letting Buzzard go. He then gets up and demands the Referee - who looks disgusted by the brutality - raise his hand in victory. The Butcher peaks his head over the apron, and seeing his handiwork pays off, hops the apron and takes off through the crowd. Though the fans are pissed off at him, nobody dares lay a hand on the grizzled maniac as he passes by.
Graves: Buzzard's got guts, I'll give him that, but he was no match for The Hollywood Animal, who just sent a message loud and clear to Eddie Kingston and the rest of the locker room that he's not the guy to mess with.
Phillips: Are you kidding me? Buzzard practically had this thing in the bag before The Butcher attacked him! What was that all about?
Ranallo: Given the run-in between them we saw backstage earlier tonight, I'd say we just saw Trevor Lee send his lackey out here to mark his territory. Buzzard has his sights set on bigger challenges - perhaps, namely, the UWF Television Championship. The Man from Kentucky obviously has taken umbrage to that ambition.
Batista doesn't even bother looking back at his opponent as he marches back up the ramp. Buzzard eventually comes to in the ring, letting the Ref know that he's fine while shirking off any medical assistance so he can leave by his own power. The fans applauding in appreciation for the effort due little to make him feel better - homie's got himself a score to settle now. Revolution continues elsewhere.
We see John walking into the arena with a duffle bag over his shoulderand he walks into his locker room and sets it down. John unzips it and takes out his linked chain with a lock on the end of it that reads ' master, He puts it over his neck and then tugs at it he walks out of his locker room and goes down the hallway, he is approached by Josh Matthews!
Josh Matthews: John! John! Hey you're early.
John stops and looks at Matthews with a look of ignorance, as if it matters.
U can't see Me|John Cena: Yeah so what Mathews? Is it a crime to be late to Revolution show huh? Is it a crime to want to make sure I make it here fine and on time, and get here I go and see if he wants to join alliance with me and Relatives on UWF.
U can't see Me|John Cena: are u Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: who wants to know.
U can't see me|John Cena: Well I want to know if you're interesting in of joining me in a alliance on UWF.
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: what alliance are we talking about here Mr Cena.
U can't see Me|John Cena: Well actually I'm starting an alliance you know where two men and one female join forces together that's all
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: and what's in it for Stone Cold.
u can't see me|John Cena: what do you need from John Cena.
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: if you want Steve Austin to join alliance give me a hell yeah
UWF fans: Hell yeah!
U can't see me|John Cena: and if you really want to join alliance then you have to fight someone on the next show of Revolution.
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: and who do you have for good ole Stone Cold. to face next week on Revolution.
U can't see me|John Cena: I was think that maybe I you start with someone easy perhaps like for someone special like Trevor lee. try in fight him next week on revolution and if you can beat him then maybe you could challenge him for his UWF TV Championship at Summer Slam.
U can't see me|John Cena: so r u with me or not hell we can drink beers on your first debut on Revolution next week
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: if you all want me to make my first debut right here next week on Revolution gimme a hell yeah
UWF fans: Hell yeah
Stone Cold|Steve Austin: there u have it kid you are now looking at your next alliance to join force with former TV Champion who likes to drink beer with good old Steve Austin.
U can't see me|John Cena: they want some come get some.
Cena and Steve Austin shake hands
[scene fades]
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
A familiar phrase echoes throughout the arena, leading into the bassline of "Hysteria" by Muse. Smoke fills the stage and before long, a figure walks out from behind the stage into the smoke. No bounding from one side to the other, Edge moves slowly, like a predator taking in his surroundings in order to best pounce on his prey. The crowd is not shy with their disdain for the Ultimate Opportunist, showring him in boos as he stalks down the ramp. Halfway down, he pauses, crouching low, his face contorting as he bares his fangs and in one motion, uncoils upwards, his hands held high with devil horns as pyro explodes behind him.
As the pyro finishes exploding, Edge slowly brings his head back to level and walks towards the ring. Only a few steps away, he runs and slides into the ring and as he moves towards a turnbuckle to pose and soak in more hate and boos, the ring announcer chimes in.
Tony Chimel
Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the Ultimate Opportunist, Edge!
The crowd is on their feet as the horns blare throughout the arena and multiple bright blue lasers begins to shine from the top of the ramp. The “Big Dog” Roman Reigns steps out from behind the curtains as the fans begins to boo in unison causing the arena floor to shake and tremble with murmurs. Reigns is followed by his special council Paul Heyman and fellow Universal Enforcer, the Intercontinental Champion Seth Rollins. Paul Heyman is holding the holding the Championship firmly while duo the duo stare at crowd down and eat the boo’s for a meal.
A tremendous amount of pyro shoots out of the stage from behind the trio as continue to make their way down the ramp. Roman Reigns leads the pack as he slowly climbs up the steel ramps and enters the ring from the side. He takes his jumpsuit off to display his true ring attire, still eating up the boo’s from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Seth Rollins and Paul Heyman... weighing in at 280 pounds... from Pensacola, Florida... He is 'The Samoan Chief' Roman Reigns!
VS 
DING DING DING
Roman and Edge walk up to each other in the center of the ring and stare one another down. The fans are cheering the showdown between these two but Rollins hops on the apron between the two and starts yelling at Edge. Edge doesn't bother looking at him, not giving into his clear attempt to distract him. Or at least that's what we think until he suddenly runs at him and Big Boots him off the apron! Seth goes down and slams into the barricade but Roman runs up and Clotheslines Edge in the back of the head! Edge falls onto the middle rope and Reigns places his knee over the back of his head and chokes him out until the ref counts to 4.
Corey Graves: Looks like Edge knew he would be putting himself at risk when taking down Seth Rollins but kicking his smug face in was worth it to him.
Tom Phillips: Wow Corey, sounds like you may be flipping on the UWF Champion.
Corey Graves: Being smug isn't as bad thing. It's proof of just how much success you've had. When you've won as much as Seth Rollins has, you deserve to be a bit smug.
Edge crawls over on his knees to the corner while coughing and holding his throat. Roman picks him up and turns him so he faces him. He starts to unload with multiple Clothesline in the corner, trapping Edge in an offensive barrage. He backs away and Edge falls right on his face. Roman smirks as points to him, looking at the crowd as if to say "This is the number one contender?". Edge once again crawls over to the ropes and Reigns stalks him like prey. He comes closer to him but Edge trips him up and Drop Toe Holds him onto the middle rope. Now it's Edge who does essentially the same thing except he stands on Roman's back ala his old tag team partner Christian and chokes him out this way.
Mauro Ranallo: Turnabout is fair play and I don't know anyone more ready to bend the rules than the Ultimate Opportunist.
Corey Graves: Nothing wrong with bending things as long as you don't break them I always say.
Tom Phillips: You know you've really changed since your days harping on The Cartel for always cheating.
Corey Graves: That's because they were good for nothing liars and thieves. Not like Edge. He's and honest and good man.
Edge picks up Roman and places him in a front headlock. He's setting up for the Edgecution but Roman uses his size and power to rush forward and ram Edge into the corner! From there it's multiple Shoulder Thrusts followed by some more Clotheslines! Roman backs up to the other side of the ring and cocks his fists before slamming it down to the mat. Edge is looking real loopy as he walks out of the corner. Roman pounces and comes at him with the Superman Punch but Edge catches the arm and drags him down to the mat. He tries for a Fujiwara but Roman rolls forward onto his back. Edge transitions into a Cross Armbar but Roman is quick to grip his hands together. He sits up and gets to his feet, all while Edge is still hanging onto him. Roman lifts him up and plants him with a One Handed Sitout Powerbomb into the pin!
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Edge kicks out! Roman shakes out his arm before he stands over Edge and grabs his head with both hands. He starts lifting him up and slamming his head back down into the mat over and over before powering him all the way up. Roman then simply throws him over into the corner. From there he gets on the middle rope and starts raining down punches on him, doing the full 10 count. The fans chant along because they're suckers for repetition but before Roman can hit the final blow. Edge reaches up and digs his fingers into the eyes of Roman Reigns! The Big Dog is temporarily blinded and Edge turns around to scoop him up onto his shoulders. He walks with him to the center of the ring and drops him with an Sit Out Electric Chair Facebuster! He flips him over and pulls the legs up for the pin!
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Reigns kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Edge was just a hair away from ending this match right there.
Tom Phillips: He's definitely got momentum on his side but can you imagine if Reigns gets the victory here tonight. You'd think that'd put him right behind Edge in line for the next challenger to the UWF Championship.
Corey Graves: Reigns is a former International Champion after all and we former champions are always ready to get right back where we belong.
Edge grabs Roman and brings him back up to his feet but Reigns surprises him with an Uppercut to the jaw! Edge turns away and grabs at his jaw before he turns back to face Reigns only to eat a Superman Punch! Edge falls to his hands and knees and Roman powers him up and lifts him over his shoulder. Edge kicks his feet and slips out behind him, grabbing his head and hitting the Edge-o-Matic! Roman quickly rolls out of the ring to get a breather. Edge rolls out of the ring to follow him over but Paul Heyman runs up to Reigns and starts yelling at the ref that Edge pulled Roman's hair. Before Edge can turn the corner towards them, Rollins comes running up behind him and nails him in the back of the head with the UWF Championship! Edge goes down and Rollins quickly backs away. Heyman backs off and the ref looks and sees Edge lying face down on the ground. He looks at the two and knows something went down but he can't really call what he didn't see. Instead he points to them both and ejects them from ringside!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the ref isn't giving them any more chances to get involved in this match!
Corey Graves: So ref's can now eject people just because they think something could happen? This is a slippery slope gentlemen.
Heyman and Rollins are complaining as is Reigns but Heyman tells him to finish Edge off. Roman comes over and picks up Edge and throws him back into the ring. Edge rolls over to the corner and leans over the middle turnbuckle. Roman comes in after him and argues with the ref some more, telling him he shouldn't have ejected the other two. Roman then goes to the corner opposite Edge and drops down, readying for the Spear. Edge starts to get up and turns around to see Roman running at him full sprint! Edge leaps over him and Roman ends up smashing his head into the middle turnbuckle but Edge removed the turnbuckle! Roman is loopy and turnsa round only to see Edge bounce off the ropes and come back with a Spear of his own! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Edge!
Edge exits the ring right away and grabs two chairs from under the ring. He slides one in and carries the other in his hand as he walks up the steps. He takes the chair he slid in and turns Reigns's head over onto it face down. He takes the other chair and raises it up high but Rollins comes running down the ramp with his title in hand. Edge bails out of the ring just before he could do any serious damage. Edge exits through the crowd and watches Rollins with a devilish grin on his face, holding his index finger and thumb close together, telling him he was "this close" to ending things for Reigns right there. Rollins is yelling for him to come down to the ring and fight him but Edge just laughs and leavesa frustrated Rollins in the ring as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Generico vs Ambrose - Dresden
Batista vs Buzzard - Fauche
Lumis vs Cena, Ciampa vs Kingston, Edge vs Roman - Danny