Post by Danny on Aug 4, 2022 17:09:10 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 a big night tonight filled with some great matches, none bigger than our main event tonight, Shark Boy vs Dean Ambrose.
Corey Graves: You know these two are just going to beat the living hell out of each other and I can't wait!
Mauro Ranallo:Speaking of people who like to beat the hell out of others, the Texas Rattlesnake Stone Cold Steve Austin makes his return this week to take on CM Punk in what m,any would call a dream match.
Tom Phillips: It's happened before but it will always still be great. Another great match I'm looking forward to is Danhausen taking on Randy Orton!
Corey Graves: Let's hope Randy puts that clown to bed for good.
Tom Phillips: And it's Eddie Kingston going up against Hornswoggle later on tonight
Mauro Ranallo:Plus, after last week's confrontation and run in during his match, The Butcher will look to send a message to potential challenger to the TV title, Leyton Buzzard. And that match starts right now!
With the sounds of Primus' "My Name Is Mud" playing through the arena speakers, out steps the resident butcher of Harlan, Kentucky, and the man who most say had a heavy hand in helping Trevor Lee become the UWF Television Champion. With a scowl on his face, he takes a moment to adjust his coat, before then walking down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: "From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 273 lbs...he is 'The Butcher', Andy Williams!"
Without much fanfare, Williams makes his way into the ring, and it is there that some theatrics are done, with Williams duck-walking in a circle around the ring, before stopping right in the dead center of the ring. Taking off his monocle, he then moves to his corner, a hardened stare being sent across the ring.
"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...
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DING DING DING
The bell rings and The Butcher comes out of the corner with a Running Shoulder Tackle that pounces Leyton Buzzard into the ropes! The newly returned wrestler hits the ropes awkwardly and tries to get up but Butcher waste no time in picking him right back up and slamming him into the corner. He follows that up with a few Shoulder Thrusts in the corner before following it up with a brutal Headbutt! Leyton falls face first to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The Butcher is not going to just let him get away though. He follows him out of the ring and stalks him. Buzzard is resting against the barricade and so Andy walks over and grabs him before just straight up tossing him into the crowd, wiping out members of the front row!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God The Butcher is on a rampage here tonight!
Corey Graves: This is what I love to see! Trevor Lee sure knows how to pick them.
Mauro Ranallo: I'd ask what they feed them down in Harlan but I don't think I want to chat with Andy Williams.
Butcher calmly walks back into the ring and just stands there while the ref counts Leyton out.
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The Television Champion is all smiles as he claps for the big man taking out the trash before he even needs to get his hands dirty.
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The fans in attendance who weren't taken out by the toss are helping pick people up and also cheering for Leyton to get back up and fight.
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Leyton starts to stir and seems to realize where he's at.
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He sees Butcher in the ring and walks over and goes to jump over the barricade but is still feeling a bit loopy and trips over and falls onto the floor.
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He drags himself over to the corner and uses the apron to help himself up. Butcher has had enough waiting and so he exits the ring. Leyton is using the bottom rope to keep himself upright and so Bucher comes charging at him but Buzzard moves out of the way causing Butcher to smack right into the steel post! The big man is dazed but Buzzard grabs him from behind and throws him right back into the post yet again! Williams falls to a knee and Buzzard manages to toss him back into the ring before climbing up to the top rope. Butcher gets back to his feet but it's clear he's dazed and he doesn't notice Buzzard jump off the ropes and hit the Meteroa! He makes the pin!
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Butcher kicks out! Buzzard picks the big man up just enough so he can get him in a pumphandle position. He tries to get him up for the Buzzard Driver but it's all dead weight and far too heavy for him to hoist up. Leyton instead drops him to his hands and knees and wits as Butcher tires to pick himself up. Leyton runs past him and springboards off the middle rope but Butcher catches him in a waistlock before tossing him up in the air and bringing him down with a Backbreaker! Leyton archers his back in pain but The Butcher reaches down and grabs him by the throat. He uses his size and power to shoot Buzzard up into the air and brings him crashing back down with a Chokeslam! He makes the cover!
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Buzzard kicks out!
Corey Graves: This kid should just stay down if he knows what's good for him.
Tom Phillips: In his past runs he very well might have but he's giving this run everything he has.
Corey Graves: Well then it looks like he's about to find out that everything he has isn't nearly enough.
The Butcher brings Leyton up to a vertical base and then takes off the the ropes. He comes running back for The Slice but Leyton ducks it. Butcher hits the ropes but runs right into a Dropkick! Williams ends up falling through the ropes to the floor below and Buzzard takes off to the corner where he climbs up and jumps off, wiping out Butcher with a Moonsault to the outside! The fans and Buzzard are feeling it as he rolls Butcher back into the ring to finish the job. Butcher is already fighting back to his feet and Buzzard runs at him with a Crossbody but Butcher catches him! He lifts him over his head into a fireman's carry before bringing him down into a Gutbuster! Leyton has all the wind taken out of him and Butcher pulls him back up. He looks him dead in the eyes before he takes off to the ropes again. Buzzard does the same on the opposite side and springboards off the ropes making Butcher run right into Air Leyton! Butcher flips over like he's been sandwiched in half and Buzzard quickly lays over both legs pinning him to the mat!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Leyton Buzzard!
Buzzard doesn't take time to celebrate, instead sliding right out of the ring as Butcher tries to get up and go after him. Lee comes in and stops him, telling him it's alright. Buzzard has a big smile on his face and he looks at Lee and motions for a title around his waist. Lee smiles and claps for him as the show moves on.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Well I guess I’ve been caught, the Hollywood ventures aren’t completely on hold. But it’s alright, because that means I’m enjoying the best of both worlds, acting and beating the asses of punks like Eddie Kingston and all the money a guy could ask for. Speaking of Eddie, I’ll be on commentary for your match tonight. See if you can stay focused.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. There's no Renee Young tonight - there's an unofficial, off-the-cuff and off-the-books sorta vibe to the whole scene, from the dim lighting and the invasive background din. CM Punk is there, still in his street clothes, staring directly into the camera.
Punk: "Is CM Punk still a good guy?"
Those last two words come coated in a sardonic tone. Brooks just shakes his head.
Punk: All week long, my twitter feeds been full of shit like that. I've got everyone from Ariel Helwani to Sean Ross Sapp texting me asking if I snapped - if I've back to being the self-serving, arrogant prick I was six months ago. Like I didn't just literally go through the pro-wrestling equivalent of Hell to clear my conscience and do this company the public service of cutting out a four-year-old infection in Sami Zayn.
I'm still that friendly, neighborhood CM Punk. I sleep well at night. I can look at myself in the mirror without feeling ashamed. And if I could go back to Revolution last week and do it all over again, I wouldn't change a god damn thing.
The fans watching this play on the big screen can be heard murmuring - there's still some hard feelings about how things went down there. The Second City Saint continues.
Punk: Shark Boy's as tough as they come. You know this. I know this. He dresses up in a goofy costume and talks in puns and the only reason he isn't the laughing stock of this whole entire sport is because he's an absolute, one-hundred-percent, grade-A, bonafide ass-kicker in that ring.
Now besides our line of work, me and SB don't have a whole lot in common. But we both want next on whoever comes out of the Summerslam main event, and we both understand the language of violence. I laid out and open challenge and he took it hook, line, and sinker. I just needed to make sure we were both the same page when it came to understanding how serious this is.
I'm done waiting around. I'm over all the bullshit - playing stupid games and putting up with the sideshow while these other guys like Edge and Rollins pretend they have any right to call themselves the Best in the World. I'm sure Shark Boy feels the same way but let's face facts... first the Rumble, then Backlash, the Final Battle... he just can't get the job done. He's got an unearned audacity, and at Summerslam, I'm gonna humble. What happened last week was just a sign of things to come. I've been to the drawing board and back since last time I took an L that big. Shark Boy's been too stubborn to go and find himself some perspective but I gotta feeling he might learn his lesson when i earn the honor of being the first man to beat him straight up fair and square live on a Revolution pay-per-view.
Brooks takes a deep breath before wrapping things up.
Punk: First things, first, though. Some new kid called Austin's been ripping off Shark Boy's gimmick so I'm gonna do SB a favour and this greenhorn's ass, just to show what a good guy I still am.
With that, Punk walks away and the feeds cuts out. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As things head to the ring, Eddie Kingston is inside of it getting ready for the match ahead.
Entrance: Chimel: Next... from Dublin, Ireland... weighing in at 147 pounds... The King, Hornswoggle!
"Down With The King" by Run DMC hits as King Hornswoggle come out to a chrous of boos and he smiles wearing his crown. He walks down the entrance ramp waving all to his peasants as he turns to the right and he walk up the steel steps. He walk along the ropes as he stops and he slides under the ring ropes. He gets into the ring as he walks over to the female announcer hands him the microphone. He grabs the microphone right after he smacks her butt and she slaps him hard. He falls down onto the floor with a red mark on his face as his theme music stops.
DING DING!
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With that, the match is officially underway as Kingston delivers a Savate Kick to the head of his opponent, knocking him onto his back. Eddie grabs Swoggle by the ankles now and starts swinging him around.
Tom Phillips: Oh my! The King is going to be mighty dizzy soon!
Mauro Ranallo: There might be some cleaning up for the ring crew. Eww.
Corey Graves: Pull yourself together, Mauro! We’re in the presence of big screen royalty out here!
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Thank you, Corey. That type of respect makes it worth sitting here for this joke of a match. I mean, we know Eddie’s not going to get his ass kicked, at least not by Hornswoggle.
In the ring, Eddie lets go and Hornswoggle hits the middle turnbuckle pad of one of the ring posts near the entrance ramp head first as he falls into a seated position dizzily. Eddie leans down and grabs him around the waist, hoisting him up and over with a Bridging German Suplex into a pin.
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Somehow, Hornswoggle kicks out and no one with their eyes on this contest can believe it. As the two separate and now face each other, the King flips Eddie off, warranting the, “Mad King” to tackle him to the mat and start pummeling him with punches.
Tom Phillips: Eddie Kingston has snapped!
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: What a short fuse this idiot has. It’s called keeping your composure, Eddie!
Kingston gets up after a moment, then grabs Swoggle by the hair on top of his head and pulls upward, setting him on his feet before delivering a kick to the stomach. Eddie puts Swoggle’s head between his legs and hoists him up, then plants him with a Batista Bomb!
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia, what impact!
Eddie heads over to the ropes and points at Batista, telling him that’s how you deliver a Powerbomb. Batista stands up and goes to remove his headset, then stops and sits back down.
Tom Phillips: Well, cooler heads prevailing here at the commentary booth and I, for one, am surprised to see it.
Batista just smiles as in the ring, Kingston puts Hornswoggle in the End Credits. Swoggle starts tapping out.
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a submission, Eddie Kingston!
Eddie releases the hold and is back at the ropes mouthing off to Batista. He’s motioning for him to get in the ring but Batista just sits there. Suddenly, Kingston is knocked to the mat and two men are seen stomping on him.
Tom Phillips: What are Miz and Goldust doing here? And why are they attacking Eddie Kingston?
Mauro Ranallo: Batista, do you know anything about this?
Batista stands up and removes his headset, then starts walking around the ring and up the ramp, not focusing on the beating happening in the ring. Inside the ring, Miz picks up Kingston and applies a Full Nelson as Goldust delivers a low blow to Kingston before Miz completes the Skull Crushing Finale. The two men pose over Eddie as Revolution continues elsewhere.
As Revolution continues, we switch scenes to an outdoor shot, as a man is seen grabbing a box from the trunk of his car and walking up his driveway to his house. He gets to the door where he has to balance the box on his knee as he fumbles in his pocket for his housekeys, which he eventually maneuvers out of his pocket and into the door. Once the door is unlocked and opened, he grabs the box with both hands and enters the house. The sound of running footsteps can be heard as he gets ambushed by his two daughters, each hugging a leg. The man's wife walks in not too long afterwards and takes the box from him so he can fully hug his daughters back. The Copeland family, together again. They walk into the kitchen (well Edge sorta waddles into the kitchen as his daughters have yet to let go of his legs) where we can see the calendar on the wall dates this to around two weeks ago, July 22nd.
Edge
So, are the two of you ready for your big surprise, or are you going to cling to my legs like a bunch of adorable little sloths all day?
The two little girls look at each other with smiles on their faces and giggle as they cling tighter for a moment before counting down and letting go at the same time. Edge gestures for them to sit in the living room, where Beth has placed the box down in the center of the room, already having cut the tape but not opening the box yet. The little girls each sit on opposite sides of each other and start frantically waving to Edge to hurry up. He takes his seat at the last free side of the box and places his hands on the loose flaps.
Edge
You know how Daddy has been telling you that I've been competing in a tournament at work? Well, just like I promised you both, I won the whole thing and just yesterday, I got my rewards for being the best. They call this one the King of the Ring tournament and a loooooooong time ago, I won it when I was first starting out as a wrestler and now, I got to win again and this time, I get to share the prizes with you! Other people when they win the tournament will go around calling themselves the King or whatever, but that doesn't really suit me. So instead, when they had asked me what I would want my crown and scepter to be like as king, I thought about what crown and scepter my two princesses at home would like instead soooo
Edge now opens the box and reaches inside to pull out the contents. He grabs with one hand a crown and a scepter...except they're not built for a man his size, instead, they're built to be perfectly placed on the head of his eldest daughter. Her eyes light up with the crown on her head as she spins the scepter in her hands, analyzing the gold and jewels. The youngest daughter begins to pout watching her sister play royal dress-up and Edge smiles and ruffles her hair with one hand while reaching back into the box with the other and produces another crown and scepter, this time built for his youngest daughter. Her face goes from pouting to wonder as she also begins to analyze her own set of royal adornments.
Edge
And of course I didn't forget about the Queen of my kingdom.
Once more Edge reaches inside the box and pulls out what used to be the cape that would have gone along with the crown and scepter, but has instead been fashioned into a regal robe, with embroidery on the back saying "
Edge
The front of each crown is special to you both, as the crown jewel is each of your birth stones. All the other jewels around the crown and scepter are the birth stones of you, your sister, your mother and myself. So even when we're not around, you still have us all close by, surrounding you with love and support.
At this point, both daughters get up and hug their father, who returns the favor with a relaxed look on his face. Once they let go, Edge gets to his feet and leaves his daughters to their play as he joins Beth, still wearing her new robe, in the kitchen.
Beth Phoenix
Oh! Before I forget, we need to get a sitter for about a week or two in August. I got asked to run a course at a wrestling school out in California as a guest instructor and their lead instructor may need to take the week after that off as well, so if that happens I agreed to stay on the extra week. The last few ones I picked out haven't turned out the best for the girls, especially their schoolwork, so can you find one this time?
Edge answers with a kiss on the cheek and a smile, which Beth reciprocates. She walks away to corral the girls and clean up the box, which the youngest had jumped into with all of the packing peanuts, leaving Edge in the kitchen alone. His attention is drawn to a list of phone numbers of friends, which gives Edge an idea and the relaxed look on his face is changed out for the ever scheming smirk of the Ultimate Opportunist. Edge pulls out his phone and takes some numbers down as he mutters to himself.
Edge
You're sending your muscle after me...well turnabout is fair play...
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.
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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DING DING DING
Orton walks to the center of the ring ready to square off with Danhausen but the face painted showman holds up his hand to get him to stop. He then slowly raises arms up, index fingers pointed like he's gonna curse him but Orton comes forward and gives him a Clothesline! Orton picks him up right away and sweeps him through the ropes, getting him in position for the Rope Hung DDT. Danhausen however kicks his feet off the ropes and runs forward to back Randy into the corner. Danhausen then jumps up to hit a Monkey Flip but Orton managed to keep him up and turn him around to seat him on the top rope. He gives the Prime Time Medal holder and stiff right hand to daze him before he goes up top with him. It's not long before the two come flying down into a Superplex! Orton makes the pin!
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Danhausen kicks out! Orton grabs a fistful of Danhausen's hair and pulls him back up. He sets him up for a Back Suplex but Danhausen flips over and lands on his feet. Randy turns around only to eat a Big Boot to the face! He doesn't go down though and so Danhausen gets a running start this time only to get caught with a Powerslam! Orton hooks both legs for the pin!
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Another kickout by Danhausen! Randy gets to his feet and stomps down on the left leg of Danhausen's. He then moves up to the arm and stomps on that before going to the other side of the body and stomping on that shoulder, finishing up with another stomp to the right ankle. Danhausen reaches to grab it but Orton places it down on the mat and drops a knee onto it!
Corey Graves: This is what I like to see. Orton just systematically breaking down his opponent.
Mauro Ranallo: You can't curse a man when you break his arms.
Orton brings his opponent back up and gets behind him, laying his back over his. He's about to drop to his knees for his Backbreaker but Danhausen twists out of it and grabs Randy from behind, tossing him through the ropes and ramming his shoulder into the steel ring post! Danhausen pulls him out and brings him up onto his shoulders. He's setting up for his version of the GTS but Orton slips off behind him. Message me on discord if you see this. Danhausen turns around and eats a Dropkick that sends him through the ropes! He lands on the apron however and Orton goes through the ropes to pull him back in. Danhausen instead gets a Shoulder Thrust right into his gut to hunch him over. Danhausen then Sunset Flips over him, grabbing his waist and flipping over into a German Suplex! Danhausen makes the pin!
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Orton kicks out! Danhausen picks him up right away and gets him in a front facelock, hooking both arms in a cradle. Orton however rushes forward and backs Danhausen into the corner. He then brings him out with a Short Arm Clothesline. Orton brings him back up right away and throws him through the ropes again, pulling him in quickly to nail the Rope Hung DDT! He makes the pin!
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Danhausen kicks out!
Corey Graves: Just stay down already!
Mauro Ranallo: He may not be the most technically sound, the fastest high flyer or the most gifted brawler but he has heart and charisma and the fans love him for and he feeds off their energy.
Tom Phillips: Us fanhausen's give him our energy and he translates that to wins.
Corey Graves: Well all that energy is about to get stomped out by The Viper!
Randy slams his fists into the mat and yells for Danhausen to get to his feet. The number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship slowly rises and Orton pounces for the RKO! Danhausen however shoves him away but Orton is able to stop himself from hitting the ropes. He turns around and gets scooped up by Danhausen and he hits the Very Nice, Very Kneevil! Orton goes down but Danhausen picks him up rioght away and hooks the arms and head before hitting the Goodnighthausen! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Danhausen!
Tom Phillips: Danhausen picks up even more momentum heading into his match with Ciampa at Summerslam.
Corey Graves: Yeah he needs all the help he can get. I can bet Orton won't take this standing down.
Mauro Ranallo: We've seen him get more deranged as time has gone on. It's only a matter of time before he snaps if you ask me.
Danhausen exits the ring and heads to the back with his fist raised, celebrating his win. AJ Lee slides into the ring and helps Orton up. The Viper stares down Danhausen with a smile on his face as the show moves on.
After a few moments, the cameras cut to the backstage area, Renee Young standing by, albeit a little less happy than normal.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is-"
Renee stops, sighing to herself, a headache seeming to come on as she rubs her temple with her free hand.
Renee Young: "...The current UWF Television Champion, mister Trevor Lee..."
With a lack of enthusiasm to her introduction, the camera pans over to none other than the UWF TV Champion.
Trevor Lee: "Hey now, darlin', where's that enthusiasm? I mean, y'are gettin' an exclusive interview with none other than the current U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion after all! Can't ya' give ol' Trevor Lee a bit o' a smile or somethin', sweetheart?"
Ignoring his comment, Renee looks to push through this.
Renee Young: "Mister Trevor Lee, earlier tonight we saw your fellow resident of Harlan, Andy Williams, take a rather surprising loss to Leyton Buzzard. Knowing that this now puts Leyton in line for your TV Title, what are your thoughts on his performance?"
After a few moments of thinking, Lee nods.
Trevor Lee: "Well, firstly I'd like to rectify a mistake o' mine from these past couple a' weeks regardin' a certain worker's name 'ere in the U-Dubya-Eff..."
After giving a pause, and allowing Renee to perk up at the potential apology...
Trevor Lee: "Mista' Leyton Buzzard, I'd like to apologize to ya' for believin' ya' to be mista' Drake Maverick durin' my meetin' with mista' Carter last week. It was entirely disrespectful an' unprofessional, an' I swear on my ma's grave that I ain't gonna' get ya' name, or anyone else's name, wrong in the U-Dubya-Eff ever again."
With a politician-friendly smile on his face, Lee looks back to Renee.
Trevor Lee: "...Now then, darlin', what was the question again?"
Taking a moment to calm herself with a deep breath, Renee maintains composure.
Renee Young: "...What I asked you, mister Trevor Lee, is what your thoughts were regarding The Butcher's loss to Leyton Buzzard earlier in the night. After all, this DOES put Leyton in contendership for your Television Title, thanks to the failure of YOUR own townsfolk."
Catching onto the interviewer's tone, Lee's smile falters for a moment, before renewing itself.
Trevor Lee: "Failure? I don't know what ya' talkin' about there, blondie~. I mean, think 'bout it, did Leyton win? Yeah, he did, an' ya' know what that means for ol' Trevor Lee? It means I get a guar-an-teed pay-per-view showcase! I get to appear on an even bigger stage than what this 'ere Revolution's gotta offer, an' that just means there's more eyes on my lil' ol' town o' Harlan, Kentucky! I mean, I gotta tell ya' interviewer lady, business down in Harlan? It's been boomin'! We've got new houses bein' built for the people movin' in! I mean, we're almost at a population of Two thousand! TWO THOUSAND! Ya' know the last time Harlan was at two thousand residents?! Over twenty years ago! I am single-handedly bringin' folks back to Harlan, an' it's only makin' me even stronger!"
At that, Lee starts shaking violently, a smile on his face...he feels it...
Trevor Lee: "Ohhhhh yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah honey, I can feel that strength flowin' through me! The strength of Harlan's finest, bein' poured right into me, their hopes, their prayers, their dreams, all pumpin' in my heart just like the blood that runs through my veins! It's makin' me stronger, darlin', an' for Leyton Buzzard? Well, I gotta' give some respect to his name for beatin' my good friend Andy tonight, but y'all saw how much he got tossed 'round like a rag doll! An' unlike the song, darlin', this ain't no movie that ya' livin' in Leyton! There ain't no underdog victory, there ain't no girl waitin' to embrace ya' at the end of the tunnel, there ain't nothin' like that folks! The only thing waitin' for mista' Leyton Buzzard is that oh so bitter taste o' defeat at the hands of ya' reignin', defendin' U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion!"
Snatching the microphone from Renee Young, Lee points at the camera.
Trevor Lee: "An' y'all already know, folks, that this 'ere title reign just ain't stoppin' any time soon! Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah this U-Dubya-Eff Television Title reign ain't gonna stop 'cause I'm bringin' this 'ere championship all the way up! Greater than the Intercontinental Title, greater than the World Title, greater than the Forever Title, this title is goin' all the way up...TOOOOO THE MOON~~!!!"
With two fingers up to the sky, Lee is all too excited to hold his title up high as well, letting the camera fade to the next scene...
Revolution cuts backstage where a cameraman has spotted Edge in a secluded area, talking on the phone. We aren't close enough to catch what he's saying at first, but the cameraman continuously creeps closer and closer, seemingly waiting for something before getting very close. Edge can see this happening and attempts to turn away but cannot quiet his voice enough to not be heard.
Edge
Look J-- No yeah I get it, last second and all that bu-- Listen, you're doing me a huge favor by doing this, all I need is for you to text me when your rescheduled flight is due to land and I'll have a driver there to pick you up. Just have your game face on because we're going to be cutting it close now with these flight delays. Yes, I know it's not your fault, but I-- I-- Look, Jay, there's an interviewer here and I really have to go. I just got out of a meeting with EC3 and was calling you on my way to my PRIVATE locker room, but now I have to deal with this. Talk to you soon. I... sigh I love you too
With that Edge quickly hangs up the phone and turns around to be greeted by Kayla Braxton, ready to grab an elusive interview with the King of the Ring winner.
Kayla Braxton
Sorry to interrupt you Edge, but an opportunity to interview you backstage is few and far between. Can you help give some insight to the UWF Universe about your upcoming UWF Championship match at Summerslam against Seth Rollins?
Edge stands quietly for a moment, contemplating. He then leans into the microphone to give his answer...by shaking his head No. Kayla looks annoyed at the response.
Kayla Braxton
Nothing? No thoughts about the current champion? About how you'll tackle the match at Summerslam? About your odds of winning? About--
Kayla gets interrupted by Edge placing his hand over the microphone and now Kayla goes from annoyed to pissed as Edge once more leans into the mic to give his response, but this time with words!
Edge
No offense to you Kayla, but there's a reason I'm elusive for interviews. It's always the same questions, which is fine and dandy for every other wrestler here on the roster. Gives insight into how they prepare, who we should be watching out for on the up and up and who is on a downward spiral. Also gives those wrestlers someone to bounce off of, figure out who they are, what they're doing, gives them confidence you know? But I play my cards close to my chest, you'll know what I'm planning when it's in action. You'll know what I'm thinking when I say it out loud. And you'll know what I think about Seth Rollins when you see what I do to him at Summerslam. A magician never reveals his secrets...especially not before he's even pulled off the trick. But what I will tell you, is I have something special lined up for Seth next week. And if all the cards fall into place today...
Edge's train of thought is interrupted by his phone buzzing. He removes it to check the text message that just came in, which brings a smile to his face.
Edge
...and they just did, you'll all get to see one of my plans in action...tonight. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more calls to make to ensure everything is ready for my guest of honor tonight.
With that, Edge walks off in the direction of his locker room, leaving the cameraman and Kayla behind as the scene fades away and Revolution rolls on.
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The Big X ignites the titantron while "Baba O'Riley" blasts through the speakers, strobes flashing to match the spastic, rolling synth loop. CM Punk bursts out on to the ramp when the piano kicks in. That harmonized energy is infectious for the capacity crowd. The fans are on their feet and cheering as Punk takes a knee on the ramp to check his wrist...
It's Clobberin' Time! The Second City Saint marches down the ramp, ready for a fight.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... CM PUNK!
Punk scales the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands perched with one foot on the middle rope and one on the tope, hand to eyebrow as he surveys the audience. The song breaks for that famous chorus line, which the crowd joyfully sings along with. When the guitar kicks back in, Brooks flings himself over the top rope to enter the squared circle. He claps Tony on the shoulder as he passes by, making his rounds in the ring while preparing for the match ahead.
The glass smashes and the fans in the arena know who is it is. They jump to their feet and go crazy and Stone Cold steps out from behind the black curtain and starts to walk down the ramp with his world famous B.M.F Walk.
Austin walks down the ramp, walks up the steel sheet steps and jumps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle in front of him and climbs it, raises his arms into the air and the fans let out a huge cheer. He jumps down off the turnbuckle and walks over to the one in the opposite corner and he climbs that and gets another big cheer from the crowd. He climbs down and paces up and down in the ring for a moment.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Texas, Weighing in at 252 lbs.. STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!!!
Ding Ding Ding!
The match starts off and soon as the bells sounds off, Stone Cold goes for the kill. Austin sprint forward and levels Cm Punk with a massive clothesline that sends him packing to the floor. Austin starts to stomp on the upper torso of the Straight Edge Superstar until the ref gets in the middle of the two men and pushes Austin back. CM Punk rolls over and goes into the corner and it proves to be a fatal mistake. Austin follows him like an animal looking for prey and hits him with a night fist chop that sends echos through out the arena.
CM Punk winces as he immediately clutches at his chest. The Rattlesnake shows that he doesn’t care as he delivers an equally brutal one to the chest of Punk. Austin Irish whips Punk to the opposite corner and delivers a big-time splash! Punk drops to his knees. But Austin doesn’t let up. He grabs, CM Punk by the collar, and delivers a suplex in the middle of the ring. Austin goes for the cover.
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Kickout by CM Punk.
Corey Graves: Austin has come out of the gates strong for this one!
Mauro Ranallo: Punk has been on the defense this entire match so far. A fire has been lit under the rattlesnake!
Tom Phillips: It’s only a matter of time before CM Punk puts out those weak flames.
Austin smirks as he drags CM Punk up by the hair. Punk slaps Austin’s hand down and delivers a right hand that connects to the temple of Austin. Austin begins to stumble back, and CM Punk seizes onto the open chance he’s been given and unleashes a fury of rights and lefts onto Austin. Austin begins to cover up, and CM Punk clips Austin with a dropkick then sends him to the floor. Austin rolls out of the ring to create some separation between him and the former UWF Champion.
Austin finds himself clinging to the edge of the ring as CM Punk bounces off the ropes and drills the Bionic Redneck with a baseball slide. Austin goes flying and bounces off the announcing table kidneys first. Austin falls forward in agony clutching his back as CM Punk just smirks at the quck damage that he’s done. The fans are on their feet in anticipation of what is to happen next—all while the smirk on CM Punks face just gets larger and larger.
CM Punk bounces off the ropes once more as Austin slowly gets to his feet. and CM Punk jumps and goes soaring over the top rope! Stone Cold moves out of the way at the last possible second and CM Punk goes crashing into the announce table chest first slapping across the top of the table and bouncing off like a basketball. Punk lands on the announcers as they frail around.
Corey Graves: My God folks! Punk just threw put his body on the line and it cost him dearly! Mauro has lost his headset, Phillips chair has flipped, and Punk may have lost his will to compete!
The ref leaves the ring and goes to check on both competitors. He stays around Punk for a bit more, a bit of concern on his face. Punk gives him the signal that he can compete, and the ref goes back into the ring. Austin grabs Punk by his neck and begins to throw his lifeless carcass into the ring. Austin then figures to hell with it, and just Irish whips Punk into the steel steps. Punk goes crashing into the steps like a stack of Jenga blocks and is instantly motionless.
Austin flips Punk the bird and then rolls into the ring still feeling the effects of the announcing table getting introduced to his kidneys.
Corey Graves: My colleagues are still getting resituated here by my God has CM Punk endured a lot of damage in a few short minutes!
The ref begins his count:
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Tom Phillips: I’m back on the air folks. I was apart of the action for a moment, almost thought that I was a goner.
Mauro Ranallo: Punk is still down for the foreseeable future here and it might be a big upset that we are on the verge of witnessing.
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CM Punk begins to stir as he rolls over off his abdomen and to his back. Austin has stood up on both feet as he seems to be well rested.
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Punk is slowly getting to his feet, but Austin is tired of waiting and he clearly came for a fight. The Rattlesnake rolls out to the outside and kicks Punk over and begins to stomp a mudhole in him. Austin drags Punk up by his hair and pulls him to the ramp area with the solid steel. The ref is yelling at Austin to return to the ring, but Austin decks Punk and floors him while turning around and flipping the bird to the ref. Austin picks Punk up by the neck and attempts to suplex Punk’s body on the steel. Punk has the awareness to hook his leg behind Austin’s thus blocking the suplex. Austin tries again, but Punk hooks his leg once more. Punk then rakes the eyes off Austin and kicks him in the mid-section and drills him with a DDT on the steel ramp.
Austin’s head bounces off the steel and the rattlesnake rolls around in pain. Punk takes a moment to gather himself as he slowly stands to his feet. The two men get to their feet at almost the same time, but Punk is a little faster. Punk drills Austin with a drop kick that sends him back first into the barricade. Punk gets back up and charges at Austin and connects with a knee to Austin’s temple. Austin is reeling and goes down to his knees. The ref is still yelling at the men to return to the ring but Punk waves him off. Punk grabs Austin by the neck and stands him up---- and Punk delivers a spine tingling suplex on the steel as the rattlesnake goes down hard. Punk smirks at the big time move he delivered while his competition is in agony.
Punk grabs Austin by the head and directs him into the ring and Punk follows him in.
Austin is on his knees and tries to get to his feet, but Punk grabs Austin’s head and hits him with the bulldog. Punk goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Austin!
Punk then grabs Austin’s hand and locks on the Anaconda Vise! Austin is in a great deal of trouble as he is in the center of the ring. Austin is writhing around but Punk just keeps the hold in locked and figures out a way to hold it in tighter. The ref is asking Austin if he is ready to give up—but the rattlesnake is not willing to give up. Austin keeps flailing around but to no avail and the life in his body seems to be seeping from his body.
Tom Phillips: Are we about to see the rattlesnake tap out?!
Austin keeps flailing and wiggling around, and he somehow figures out a way to get to a vertical basis with Punk still having the maneuver held on--- until Austin kicks Punk in the gut to break the hold. Austin goes for the stunner, but Punk pushes Austin forward with all his might and Austin goes running. Austin builds up a head of steam as he bounces off the ropes but Punk drills him with a kick to abdomen. Punk scoops Austin up for the GTS and he connects!! No wait!! Austin reverses it in mid air and lands on top of Punk with a Lou Theo Press! Austin is hammering Punk with a full on barrage of rights and lefts and the crowd is absolutely going wild!
Austin steps up and begins to shake his head as he bounces off the ropes and drills Punk with a big-time forearm to the dome! Austin goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Punk again!
Austin is showing a bit of frustration as he picks Punk up and puts him in the corner. Punk tries to fight back but the bigger Austin just overpowers him. Austin unleashes another barrage of strikes on Punk in the corner that causes the Sober superstar to slump down in the corner. Austin lifts his lifeless body up and puts him on the top of the turnbuckle. Austin climbs the ropes himself to the third and goes to deliver the superplex. Punk grabs the to corner to stop himself from being flung over. Austin tries again to suplex Punk, but Punk holds on for dear life. Out of desperation, Punk jabs his thumb into the eye of Austin who loses his footing on the top rope. Punk shoves him off and Austin plummets to the ground landing awkwardly on the back of his neck and upper shoulder area.
Austin rolls over on his back and is motionless…. Over for a flying Punk to come diving off the top with an elbow straight into his heart. Punk grimaces from the elbow as he slowly gets himself to his feet. A damaged Punk picks up a snoozing Stone Cold, hoists him on his shoulders. and connects with a skull fracturing GTS!
Punk falls back on the top of Austin who is out cold.
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Winner: CM PUNK
Tom Phillips: What a battle folks, but CM Punk comes out of this on alive.
Corey Graves: Was there really a question about that?
The ref holds Punk’s arms up in victory as the crowd cheers him on for the victory. Punk exits the ring and walks back up the ramp proud of his victory. The ref tends to Austin as he eventually makes it to his feet. Austin lets the ref know that he is ok to walk up the ramp himself—but as soon as he turns around, HE GETS RKO’D OUTTA NOWHERE!!
Randy stands over Austin and just stares at him as the scene fades to black.
We head back to the backstage area where Renee Young is waiting near the locker rooms to get a word with someone.
Renee Young: So am I supposed to just wait out here until he's ready to speak or what? Aren't there other interviews who could do this? I just feel like-
As Renee is voicing her frustration a commotion is heard and she takes the camera man to go see what's happening. She peeks behind a doorway and tells the camera to shoot inside revealing El Generico and La Luchadora.
La Luchadora: Are you kiddn' me? What did you think would happen? Sami's busy still gettin' tests done and you're out here runnin' your mouth and makin' us all look bad.
El Generico: Look I know it was bad but I was up against the man who's won more World Championships in UWF history. Can you blame me for a loss?
La Luchadora: YES! Sami was watchin' the show from a hospital bed last week and let me tell ya, He was PO'd! He made me come down here to make sure to stay in line and keep up the act. As a matter of fact, he's got a plan to right your wrong. So just keep your head low and will deal with the problem you caused a little later when-
El Generico: What the hell!
Generico looks at the camera and sees that they're filming. Luchadora quickly runs up and yells
La Luchadora: No hablas ingles!
El Generico: No habla English woman, now get the hell outta here!
Renee and the camera man run off and the show moves on.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!
"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.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The cowbell begins to tap before the guitars come in to signal the arrival of UWF's resident 'Shellraiser'. Nazareth's 'Hair of The Dog' blasts over the PA system as Shark Boy wastes little time in marching out from behind the curtain full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off to everyone and anyone in his immediate path. The crowd at ringside reach at Shark Boy but he maintains his focus on the ring stomping his way down the ramp continuing to mouth off the entire way down the ramp towards ringside.
Chimel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.
Tony heads out of the ring and after double-checking to make sure both guys are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.
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DING DING
Both bois come out swingin for the fences when the bell DING's. Collar-and-elbows are for punk ass p*ssy ass lil b*tches, folks. This match ain't starting with one. It's a rock'em, sock'em, outline of chalk'em brawl from the jump, with Shark Boy and Ambrose meeting in the dead center of the squared circle to exchange cannon fire like they're on the frontlines of some Napoleonic War. We're talking downright, dag nasty haymakers. None of that "I went to a boxing club a few times last January so I know to keep my fists up to protect my face when I'm not the one punching" bullspit, neither. This is a gosh dang gunslinger's high noon showdown on main street. The free hands are low, the live rounds are shoots, and the blood the comes spilling from the lips and noses and eyebrows less than thirty seconds in comes the hard way, brother.
Ranallo: Mama Mia! We've got two of the most violent brawlers in the history of the UWF going head-to-head in tonight's main event and they are more than living up to their reputations!
Phillips: We're going to take a short break but you can keep with all the action in picture-in-picture!
The main video feed for the viewers at home shrinks to about a sixth of the the screen size while an advertisement for car insurance dwarfs it. It's an earth-moon type scale. In the little window, Ambrose and his fishy foe show no signs of slowing. The fans in the arena look like they're doing some competing cheers as their chosen heroes trade shots, but it's hard to tell because the audio has been hijacked by that quirky Gecko.
Eventually, Ambrose lands a blow heavy enough to send Shark Boy reeling. The KOTR Finalist loses some ground but then makes the most of that distance by using to build up some momentum for a vicious Rolling Elbow! Meanwhile, in the ad screen, we've got a Fruit Loops commercial. Studies show that high-sugar cereals perform well in the 18-32 male demo, as well as the coveted 25-35 female one. Modern parents are shoveling power foods down their kids' throats for the most important meal of the day but stoners, bachelors, and chicks on their rag can't get enough of the good good, which is why Kellogg's is paying top dollar to sell their product at 9:45pm on a Thursday night instead of on Saturday mornings. You ever notice how there's no female cereal mascots?
Sorry. Hard to focus on the match while the commercials are happening. A replay within the picture-in-picture catches us up - Dean got dummied by the Rolling Elbow and sent into the ropes. Somehow, someway, he managed to parlay an awkward entanglement there into a slingshot lariat than turned his opponent inside out. We get back to the action just as Shark Boy is kicking out at one.
Ambrose leans in to slap on a chin lock. Even though his application is hyper-aggressive and more character-work than rest-hold given his scrappy, "I like hurting people" MMA grappler vibe, it's hard for the eyes not to wander away to the other screen where we're seeing a trailer for Brad Pitt's Bullet Train, which is coming to theatres tomorrow! Early reviews aren't promising so this most recent ad is really selling the idea that two-ish hours with Brad is always time well spent. They don't mention his Oscar or Aaron Taylor-Johnson's Globe. In fact -
Ranallo: And we're back!
Graves: For those just tuning in, what started as a wild brawl has now slowed down to a ground game as Dean Ambrose is chipping away at Shark Boy on the mat.
Ranallo: Fellas, what's at stake for these two competitors tonight?
Phillips: Well a win for Ambrose has to get him right back into discussions of title contention. He had a strong rebound performance with a definitive victory over El Generico last week, and a win over a top talent like Shark Boy would undoubtedly get him in the running for a big match at Summerslam.
Graves: Shark Boy, of course, already has a match booked against CM Punk. His answering the Second City Saint's open challenge devolved into a brawl almost instantly. If Shark Boy can put down a Hall of Famer here, it sends a strong message to Punk.
Ambrose is really digging in with that headlock and Shark Boy has had just about enough of that. He balls his fist, or as some like to call it, his five-finger-fin, and will himself to power by channeling the cheers and chants of his fans. Dean attempts to keep his foe grounded only to get shaken off when the rising SCSB tags him in the tummy with a back elbow.
The Lunatic Fringe stumbles towards the ropes. He comes back fast but gets ploughed down with a Thesz Press! Shark Boy lands in full mount and uncorks a demonic combination of punches and elbows to ground-and-pound a hole damn near clean through Dean's mug. The multiple time former world champ turtles, unwittingly finding his shoulders on the mat. The Referee is right there to count it...
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Dean lifts up quickly to break the count, and in twisting finds the right angle and enough momentum to roll his attacker off. Shark Boy tumbles aside and both men hurry to their feet.
Graves: Not much in the way of classic professional wrestling in this one, but the UWF Universe sure sounds enamored with the Blood Sport.
Ranallo: Ambrose is always looking for a fight, and also, the fact that Shark Boy slipped past him in the King of the Ring tournament without actually pinning him doesn't sit well with the 'Natti Native.
Phillips: There aren't many men on the roster who can handle going toe-to-toe in a straight up donnybrook with Dean Ambrose, but Shark Boy is one of them.
Ambrose stomps his way towards Shark Boy, who aims for the tummy with a kick. Dean catches his boot and pulls him in, perhaps thinking about a Dragon Screw leg whip. The C.U.N.T member just barely pulls out in time to avoid getting his tendons all messed up. He punctuates his escape with yet another elbow to the jaw then lands a knee lift right in the Lunatic Fringe's breadbox.
From there, SCSB wheels around and tries for the Chummer!
Dean shoves him away to stave off calamity, spins him around and grabs Shark Boy in a 3/4 front facelock of his own. Shark Boy is thinking he's about to get a taste of his own medicine, but in bracing himself to counter that, he gets caught completely off guard when Ambrose instead falls forward to connect with a Headlock Driver!
Phillips: Oof! What a maneuver!
Graves: That's some oldschool Dean Ambrose - a move he picked up from his old friend Sami Callihan well before he stepped foot in a UWF ring.
Ranallo: We spend a lot of time focusing on the sheer aggression of Dean Ambrose while often neglecting to mention another of his major assets - years and years of experience sharing the ring with and against the world's finest. He's seen and done it all and has more than a few tricks up his sleeve to show for it.
Ambrose sprawls to cover the dazed Shark Boy...
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No! Shark Boy kicks out in time! Dean cracks his neck from side to side, unbothered by the Ref's count ot the fans cheering against him, and just as uninspired by anyone chanting his name. He's zeroed in on the kill, now. Plucking his opponent up off the canvas, Dean hooks the neck in suplex position to set him up for the No Hitter a la his hometown hero, Tom Browning.
Just as he's about to nail the killing blow, though, a gangly, pale luchador comes jogging down the ramp, finger wagging at at Dean. He's making a big fuss - enough to draw the whole crowd and the Official's attention away from the action as he approaches the squared circle.
Graves: Amazing! It's La Gran Esperanza Blanca!
Phillips: What the heck is El Generico doing out here?
Ranallo: Perhaps looking for some revenge after the beatdown Ambrose put on him last week!
Generico hops on to the apron and the Referee rushes over to shoo him away. Ambrose releases Shark Boy to take out the trash himself but is tripped up when La Luchadora comes outta nowhere, reaches in and grabs his foot! An irate Lunatic Fringe spins around to see what's going on and he winds up so focused on her that he doesn't see a Helluva Kick coming at him sideways!
Ranallo: IT'S SAMI ZAYN! SAMI ZAYN JUST BLASTED AMBROSE WITH A HELLUVA KICK!
Graves: He's back! Thank goodness Sami Zayn is back!
After sending Ambrose to the Land of Wind and Ghosts with his patented big boot, the returning Zayn rolls out of the ring and takes cover with La Luchadora. The impact saw Dean land draped on the ropes. He actually bounces back and stumbles groggily back across the middle of the ring.
Shark Boy missed the whole thing, and he's too banged up to process why Ambrose might be staggering in his direction. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, right? With the dirty work done, Generico jumps off the apron and backs away so the Referee can get back to the match. He turns around just in time to see Shark Boy hit the wounded Dean Ambrose with a Chummer!
Phillips: CHUMMER!
Ranallo: Not like this!
From there, it's academic. Shark Boy sprawls and shoots the half while the third man counts it...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy sits up, shaking the cobwebs. He can't understand why he's hearing boos as his music plays. He looks from Ambrose to the Referee, then around the arena, confused as all heck. Then he sees Zayn and his cohorts in El Duo Dynamico skulking back up the ramp, cackling like the no good sons of guns there are. He stands up to curse them out, yanking his arm away from the Referee as he tries to raise it. Ambrose is starts to stir nearby.
Ranallo: What started as a scrap for the ages all went south when Sami Zayn and his gang of goons got involved. I thought we'd seen the last of him at Final Battle, and I certainly didn't expect to see Generico walking so soon after what Dean did to him last week.
Graves: Ambrose got carried away and crossed a line - this is payback. The fans might not like it but this is a dog-eat-dog sport and if you can't handle the heat, you'd best stay out of the kitchen.
Phillips: Way to mix your metaphors, Corey. While it's hard to see a main event turn out like this, the records will show Shark Boy riding a huge win into his match against CM Punk at Summerslam.
Shark Boy turns around to check on Ambrose, having put two and two together. Dean's already rolled out of the ring, though. He's storming off through the crowd, mug fixed into a mean expression as he contemplates all the ways he's gonna retaliate. Shark Boy shakes his head then gets to celebrating, having some drinks and raising some Shell as the show moves on.
We cut backstage to Homicide who has returned from his vacation we have UWF newest announcer McKenzie Mitchell coming in and she catches up with Homicide and crew.
McKenzie Mitchell: Homicide do you have a minute?
Homicide: Man not now I am trying to get to my locker room.
McKenzie Mitchell: Well what are your thoughts on Joe Gacy and Dexter Lumis? You mentioned you want to send them a message?
Homicide: Yes I want to send them a message. A message you don't disrespect me or American Top Team. The big guy decided to disrespect me and especially mention me for no reason calling me a terrible person he used some big word to describe me. All I know is I am not playing this dudes game. He wants to spread his message he can do it with my fist hitting his jaw and he can try to speak it when his jaw is broken.
The four stop in front of the prompter and Homicide speaks.
Homicide: Listen I have had people on my necks since I cam to the UWF many years ago. People always want to bring me down for no reason. I don't harm anyone I am just here doing me. Yet people like to get in my business. They want to get in my way. I have had enough of it. Look I got big goals here uhhh.. I don't know your name you kind of new, and right now I don't care what you name is. All I care is becoming UWF champion and no way in hell.... Well look who it is.
Joe Gacy appears in front of the crew but the camera focuses on the two as Gacy begins to speak
Joe Gacy: Pardon me, I don't mean to interrupt you my fellow human being however I believe we've gotten a bit of a misunderstanding over the past couple weeks. You've brought me up and mentioned me forgetting your name, and I never did forget your name I simply found the word your name represents to be so heinous that I couldn't bring myself to say it more than a couple of times. With that being said you seem to harbor ill will towards me and my associate and I simply cannot allow Negativity to spread like wildfire as it is my goal to make this world a better place so I came to you to see if we could resolve our issues through communication.
As Gacy finishes, Dexter seemingly out of nowhere sort of appears behind him as if he was always there but suddenly decided to make his presence known. As he does Sin Cara steps up in front of Gacy and crosses his arms in a threatening manner like a bodyguard as Gacy holds his hands up backing off.
Joe Gacy: Now now, if you choose to express yourself in a more physical manner, then we can oblige. Perhaps your masked friend here would like to meet my good friend Dexter in the ring, and muster up some true...Conflict...Resolution.
Dexter is staring at Cara coldly as Gacy puts his hand on his chest and walks him back as they quickly slink away. As they leave Sin Cara puts his hands up in the air looking for a fight and Homicide speaks
Homicide: Ey Mistico you want to fight these fools?
Sin Cara nods his head yes.
Homicide: Dan what the hell you think?
Dan Lambert: At American Top Team we are all about respect and honor. We can't have our team being disrespected by these two men. Homicide I think it would be good for Misitco to go out there and face Dexter Lumis, because what this allows you to do is scout the big guy. See what he can do, and plus Mistico can give us the details on what he saw in the ring.
Homicide: That's a good point Dan we can use this as a tape study some sorts. I still hate that fool for disrespecting me, and what kind of apology was that? Fool talking about misunderstanding. Bro there was no misunderstanding you disrespected me but whatever Mistico you better start doing burpees because you got a match to win.
Sin Cara is ready and he starts to shadow box as Homicide rolls his eyes and he pats Dan on the shoulders.
Homicide: He is all yours homie.
Lambert looks on concerned
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, large poles form a runway down to the ramp, and they instantly light on fire. The fire burns steadily as the camera fixates on the top of the ramp, waiting for the illustrious superstar to make his way out from the back to face the UWF Universe.
Without further adieu, The Visionary & UWF Champion, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well. Heyman hands the championship over to Seth, who hoists it high in the sky above his head as the fans reign down with boos. Heyman then takes the belt and straps it around the waist of Seth as they continue down the rampway.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth Rollins stands in the middle of the ring with both of his hands out to the side, presenting himself as a mythical being in a sense. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction as he reminds of whom the holder is of the most prestigious championship in the company.
Seth Rollins: EDGE!
You’re a man that’s working with borrowed time—bad neck or not. You’re going to find out soon that some men aren’t too be crossed. Especially a divine co-creating being like myself who has been backed by the powers of the Universe. Edge, I’m a blessed man who’s dripping in expensive suits, and a whole lot of gold.
Seth pats the championship that's strapped around his waist as a visual reminder for the world to see. The crowd groans and boo's as Seth smirks an ever wide grin.
I don’t have time to be playing the same games that you play with your children. This isn’t a video game, this isn’t checkers, and it’s not chess either. It’s real life and when reality decides to punch you in the face Edge, you just might lose some teeth.
Seth shakes his head at the very thought as the fans boo a bit more to show their clear disapprove of the UWF Champion.
You’re walking into my domain and you’re just a few short weeks from finding out the truth about yourself: that you aren’t good enough to take this title off of me. That you aren’t good enough to be my competition. That you aren’t good enough to be the King of the Ring. That you just aren’t good enough to even be a good head of a family and household. You’re about to find out that I do everything under the sun better than you and your entire life is just an embarrassment compared to the success I’ve achieved in just the last 8 months.
So why don’t you show me just how tough you truly are? Why don’t you come down here and look me in the eyes man to man and leave the children’s game at home? You’ve been a thorn in my skin for the last few weeks and it’s time that you get plucked and dealt with accordingly.
Seth lowers his mic as he waits...
Without any song or fanfare, Edge emerges from behind the curtain, a microphone in one hand at his side, and his other holding his phone up to his ear. He stands on the stage finishing his call as Seth appears to be growing even more impatient in the ring. Though the microphone isn't close enough to hear the conversation, the camera gets close enough to Edge that we can read his lips for the end of the call. Thanks Jay, see you soon. Edge then hangs up the phone as those in the crowd who caught what Edge said start buzzing. Edge puts his phone away as he raises the microphone to address the UWF Champion and the UWF Universe.
Edge
Sorry, that was a really important call I had to finish, despite your little temper tantrum in the ring there, Seth. So I might not have caught every single word you just said, but I think I got the gist of it. Bum neck, borrowed time, go home and be a family man, all that usual jazz that keeps on falling out of your mouth. Same with the usual drivel about being a God or Messiah or whatever, but at least that's original to you. That sorta stuff doesn't bother me, because it just lets me know that I've got the intelligence and cunning advantage already compared to your cookie cutter responses. Because ever since I won the King of the Ring, I've known every step you were going to take on the way to Summerslam. From interrupting the ceremony I didn't even want, to you sending your muscle after me, hell even to you being ringside for that match, I've had your strings wrapped around my fingers, making you dance like a puppet. And today is no different. I'm sure you've all seen me backstage, making phone calls and having meetings with EC3 so I'm here to explain why.
You see Seth, you had the right idea in sending someone at me to try and scout me out and beat me down. Gives you some tape to watch to prepare for Summerslam and maybe gives me a lingering issue to target. Very smart, I'll give you that...but you're an impatient man and...well...you blew your load too quickly. But hey! It happens to everyone at some point, we just get so excited and all of our stamina goes right out the door, nothing to be ashamed of. So I got to thinking "Man, I should set up an opponent for Seth to face before Summerslam too!" But I ran into some trouble there. You see, I haven't made too many friends here since my return so all my offers fell on deaf ears. So I went to the place everyone here hates me going to: The Past. I thought back on the long history of the UWF and thought about who I know from the past that I could call in a favor and ask them to step into the ring for One. More. Match.
The crowd is starting to buzz as the puzzle pieces fall into place on who Edge is talking about, leading Seth to interject.
Seth Rollins:One More Match huh? Sorry to burst your bubble there but more like One Last Match. I don't know if you remember but that last time you two clowns were around, you got run off by a guy whose head I caved in so hard he was out for nearly a year. You think another over the hill Canadian who played second fiddle to you can stop me? You know what, I'm all for it. Ending the careers of one of the most decorated tag teams in the span of a month sounds like a plan. So call your "brother" on the phone and have him meet me here next week. I'll gladly let you get a front row seat to when I crash his skull beneath my boot.
Edge
Wait, you think it's Christian I'm calling in? I love the guy, but in this instance, I need someone with a little more...killer instinct. I've been calling Jay because I need someone to babysit for a few weeks so I can focus all of my attention on knocking you down a few pegs, back where you belong Seth. Since at Summerslam it's going to be Champion vs. King, I'd like to see that dynamic first hand next week. And while this man isn't my friend by a long shot, he is more than happy to answer to call for some violence, maybe even ultra-violence if EC3 approves his stipulation for a match. But regardless of whether it's governed by the rules of a deathmatch or not, Seth, you're going to be fighting for your life next week. But I'll afford you the same respect Roman showed me and let you see who you'll be facing next week...
With that, Edge steps to the side of the stage as the PA System comes to life.
WELL ENOUGH IS ENOUGH AND IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE
As the opening bassline to "Panic Attack" hits, the crowd grows quiet, mostly because they aren't sure how to respond as from the back emerges Owen Hart. There's a sick grin on his face as his gaze is locked on the ring and the inhabitants within.
Tom Phillips
I'm hallucinating right? That's not who I think it is on stage, right?
Mauro Ranallo
Unfortunately Tom, your eyes are working perfectly fine. That is indeed The Mad King of Harts standing on the stage, looking as vicious as the last time we saw him in the UWF.
Corey Graves
That man is a former UWF Hardcore champion and his Wrestlemania moment in this company came at the expense of CM Punk, when he sliced his back open with a pizza cutter and REACHED into the wound to do God knows what to him. No one knows what Owen could be planning behind those eyes and if I were Paul Heyman, I'd make a beeline for EC3's office right now to get this maniac away from our prized champion.
Owen Hart stalks a bit down the ramp, looking ready to fight here and now, but stops halfway down. With a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, he cocks his head to the side and draws a finger across his throat all while staring directly into Seth's eyes as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
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