Post by Danny on Aug 12, 2022 16:47:10 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!
Wherever I Roam by Metallica begins to play over the sound system as Ciampa and Wardlow walk down the ramp. The fans jeer him and taunt him over his loss a couple weeks ago, a couple even doing Danhausen curse poses towards him. It takes all of his resolve not to jump over the railing and attack the fan but a square up from Wardlow sends the fan back into his seat, almost tumbling over it, getting to the ring, the pair enter it, Ciampa has Goldie round his waist and the camera focuses on it before panning back to Ciampa and he has a mic in hand.
Ciampa: So, the last time you saw me in a UWF ring, I was handed a loss. My first loss since Wrestlemania and it came at the hands of Eddie Kingston. Now usually I take a loss with grace, congratulate my opponent and wish them luck in the future but Eddie didn’t beat me: Danhausen did.
The crowd cheers the mention of Danhausen.
Ciampa: You see, watching back that match, I was doing great at the start. I was in control and had Kingston were I wanted him but then, I noticed something. A little face painted gremlin stalking at the ringside. I knew who it was almost immediately, I thought it could have been some dumbass fan who got over the railing but no it was him and then he struck that pose and thats when I lost all control of my body.
Looking down, Ciampa sighed.
Ciampa: It was like i was there but I couldn’t control myself and Eddie took advantage to beat me. Eddie, celebrate your hollow victory as much as you want but next time we face, your ass is mine but now for Danhausen. Buddy I know you think you’re untouchable but let me remind you, the last time we met, I left you on that mat and pinned you in this ring and at Summerslam the same thing is going to happen but first I had to get rid of what was troubling me.
Beginning to pace, Ciampa would continue.
Ciampa: See even for days afterwards, I felt uneasy. That feeling couldn’t be escaped and weird things were happening. I lost my contact lenses. My shower stopped working and I kept dropping things, now for people in this crowd, the uncultured swine of this town. Low level people you know, stuff like this happens to. I realized I must be cursed. Well Wardlow did after he did some research.
Ciampa would pat Wardlow on the back, Wardlow putting a hand on his chest in thanks.
Ciampa: Anyway, we realized we needed to find a Shaman. A wiseman who could rid me of this curse and get me back to my winning ways, get me back to the man I was. After a long search, we found him and he’s here tonight: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE SHAMAN OF SEXY- JOHN MORRISON.
Ain’t No Make Believe blasts over the sound system as the crowd breaks into a cheer, Morrison walks out in his signature fur coat and bandana. The world seems to slow down as he strikes his signature fist in the air pose, walking down the ramp he slaps the hands of the crowd. Getting into the ring, Morrison shakes the hand of Wardlow and gives Ciampa a hug.
Corey Graves: CIAMPA GETS A TRUE SHAMAN TO HELP BREAK THE CURSE OF DANHAUSEN.
Tom Phillips: The crowd elated to see Morrison here tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: Lets see what advice Morrison has for Ciampa gentlemen.
Back in the ring, Morrison is given a mic.
John Morrison: Well, its great to be here in the UWF. When Ciampa called me and told me about the situation, well I knew I had to help him. Its my duty as a Shaman to help those out who come to me and curses are no small issue.
Nodding in agreement, Ciampa would speak up.
Ciampa: Well thank you Shaman Morrison and namaste.
Bowing towards Morrison, Ciampa would back up.
John Morrison: So I did what us Shaman’s do. I researched the curse, looked and the footage and Ciampa. I have an answer to your curse but I don’t think you’re going to like it.
A look of anger and disappointment would cross Ciampa’s face,
Ciampa: What, do you not have a cure. I have a title match with this guy soon. I can’t have him cursing me when he feels like it and…
Interrupting, Morrison would speak back up.
John Morrison: Woah, Woah. Calm down my pupil. I have an answer but you won’t like it because I hate to break it to you dude, while you were cursed, it ended when the second ring bell happened. Hausen cast a certain time limit curse, what you’ve been experiencing is a mix of bad luck and anxiety. So good news, you’re not cursed, bad new, you might need to check any mirrors in case you broke one.
Looking at Morrison in disbelief, Ciampa would pick his mic up.
Ciampa: So you’re saying, i’m free of the curse….. I need to think on this Shaman Morrison but thank you for your time.
Wherever I roam begins to play again as Ciampa and Morrison walk back up the ramp, leaving Morrison in the ring by himself. Morrison picks back up the mic.
John Morrison: Man that dude has some issues.
With that we fade on Morrison.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, CM Punk!
The Straight Edge Superstar walks into the frame, nodding first at Renee, then towards the camera in greeting.
Young: Punk, thanks for joining me. You have a blockbuster match coming up in just a few short weeks at Summerslam, but before we can get to that, first we have to discuss what's on the docket for this evening.
Brooks nods.
Punk: Mmm. Randy Orton.
Young: Exactly. The man you headlined the first ever UWF Wrestlemania with.
Punk: Against.
Young: Right. This isn't the first time you've faced off since then - in fact, you two had a match here on Revolution a few months ago that saw you walk away with the win. Would you consider this decade-long feud with Randy Orton to be a definitive rivalry in your UWF career? Do you have any nostalgic feelings coming into this - is it something more personal or just business as usual?
The Second City Saint takes a deep breath and scratches the back of his head while he contemplates an answer.
Punk: Oof. Big question. A triple-decker. Uh... yeah... I mean, obviously, there's a lot of history between us. Our careers took off in very different directions after that first Mania. I think if you'd have told people five years ago that the P.O.T.U.F. and the exiled black sheep would be back competing under the UWF banner in 2022, they wouldn't have believed you.
Point being, time goes on, things change in surprising ways, and you never really know how it's all gonna shake out. When we were fighting over the UWF Championship eleven years ago, yeah, I wanted to knock Randy's head off. Since then? Ehhh... I don't stay angry like that. I can only hold so many grudges. An average day in the life of CM Punk is one where Randy Orton never even crosses my mind.
This match we've got tonight, it could've just been another chapter in each of our stories. A bout between two old timers to see who's still got more in the tank. Except Randy had to do what Randy loves to do and stir the pot. Last week he comes out and puts his hands on a guy I just beat. That's kinda classless. It's my business, my win, my moment, and besides all that, I really hate a bully. Whatever Randy's beef with Austin is, I don't care, but now I gotta go teach him some better manners and remind him that no matter how many times we do this, I'm always the big brother, so to speak.
Young: And a victory would put your winning streak at... five now?
Punk: It sure would. Still some catching up to do to match last year's record, but let's just take it one week at a time.
Young: Are you still sticking to the story that a run like that plus a win over Shark Boy at the Biggest Party of the Summer puts you next in line for the UWF Championship?
Punk: Yes... well... I mean... here's the thing...
The UWF Championship - that hunk of leather and gold that Seth Rollins has to lug around from city to city - doesn't mean a thing to me. I'm happy to be one bag lighter at the airport every week. What I am interested in is being the guy who can definitively refer to himself as the Best in the World again.
Like I said a few weeks ago, I've got a contract coming up soon. If I can't beat Shark Boy, I've got some big questions to ask myself about what comes next. But I think I can take him. Hell, I know I can. For my money, he's the best guy on the roster, and even though he got it by some bullshit, he's still one up on me. Past him, there's the winner of this Rollins and Edge title match. I think both of those dudes are overrated, over-hyped cheats who don't deserve to be anywhere near a pay-per-view main event, but it is what it is. One of them is leaving Summerslam with the UWF Championship and I'm aiming to be waiting for them.
As long as someone else holds that title, there's gonna be a question about where I stand. For 34 Weeks I removed any doubt - if I can become the first guy in Revolution history to win it twice, I'll do that all over again. And I gotta be honest, after Wrestlemania, I lost the drive to want to even try - to jump in the deep end with these leeches and eels and put up with all their bullshit, the lies, the cheating, the shortcuts and whatever else. But coming out of Final Battle, I feel like I've sent the message loud and clear that I've got answer for anyone who steps out of line.
I don't expect anything like that from Shark Boy, which is why I think our match is the true main event of the show. It's gonna be a bonafide, legitimate professional wrestling match between two of the all time greats. After that, I'm coming for that title scene and I'm bringing a broom and a mop and some disinfectant spray and whatever else its gonna take to clean up the mess and the stink that's surrounded it for the past four months. The UWF fans are sick of frauds taking up their TV time and I'm too damn good to stand by and let those guys get away with it.
Young: Okay... well, in lieu of wishing you good luck with your match tonight, I'll just say "break a leg".
Punk: If it comes to that, no problem.
The Second City Saint walks off towards Gorilla while Renee signs off. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As there’s a break in the action, things head backstage where The Guild is.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Stone Cold Steve Austin, a man so confused that he doesn’t know what event it is, what year it is, or who his upcoming opponent is. I knew you were going to go senile eventually, Austin, I just didn’t think it was going to be here in the public eye. You could’ve stayed home on the Broken Skull Ranch with your wife and dogs but you had to dust off the boots again and, I still can’t wrap my mind around this, align with John Cena. Well he’s certainly rubbing off on you, Steve. John recycles raps, you recycle promos, it works out. Well I’m not taking pity on a mentally weak old man. I’m going to beat you from post to post, slam you into the mat, and then make you tap out.
The Miz: And listen up, Cena. If you decide you want to help out your partner, you’re going to get dealt with by The Guild via a Shattered Finale with your name on it.
Goldust just smiles and walks offscreen as he’s followed by Miz and then Batista.
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.
The fans in the arena are excited when all of a sudden we hear
The fans cheer as the International Sensation comes out and the fans are siked to see the fan favorite Sin Cara. Flanked by his manager Dan Lambert we notice Homicide is missing. Dan Looks kind of annoyed as Sin Cara is just jumping around like a maniac. Sin Cara runs down the ramp and he does his trademark entrance.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Mexico City, Mexico, Sin Cara!
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DING DING DING
Lumis circles the luchadore outside the ring sizing up the luchadore, Sin Cara is visibly annoyed at the mind games, Lumis stretches his arms out calling for the luchadore to soar. Sin Cara doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth as he turns to rebound off the ropes he is stopped in his tracks as Lumis so quickly and quietly has slid into the ring holding his upper body high as he drags his legs behind him…
Sin Cara hesitates as Lumis slowly and sexually get’s to his handsome feet. Sin Cara swings a punch at the menace as it is caught, Dexter hits back with the other arm with an elbow to the head of the masked individual. Sin Cara feels his head rattle, He loses balance stepping back as he shakes his head, He quickly gains composure before jumping and swinging his boot into the temple of Lumis sending both men crashing into the canvas…
Sin Cara gets to his feet as he quickly runs into the ropes jumping on the top rope spring boarding backwards soaring as he rotates mid air he crashes into Lumis, Both men feel the pain as the luchadore gets to his feet holding his back as Lumis is on the ground stunned…
Dexter rolls out of the ring as Sin Cara runs to the ropes sending both boots between the ropes, Lumis catches the feet before using the luchadores momentum to pull him from the ring, Sin Cara head bounces off the apron as Lumis releases his feet having used his opponent's momentum against them…
Mauro Ranallo: Every time Sin Cara seems to start building some momentum, Dexter Lumis is there to grind him back down.
Corey Graves: I hate Sin Cara as much as the next guy but I can't blame him. These dudes are creepy. It's almost unfair. Glad to see The Cartel getting a taste of their own medicine though.
Lumis picks up Sin Cara and throws him into the barricade. Dan Lambert walks over to talk some trash but Joe Gacy comes over to him and just stares at him with his fingertips touching, looking like an evil mastermind. Lambert is of course creeped out and backs off. Lumis grabs the International Sensation and throws him back into the ring. Dexter looks at Lambert and slowly enters the ring, his eyes fixed on him but he doesn't see that Sin Cara is up and levels him with a Front Dropkick! Lumis rolls right back out of the ring once more to compose himself. Cara waste no time coming off the ropes and leaping over with a Somersault Senton to take him out! He picks up Dexter right away and throws him back into the ring, following him in to make the cover!
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Lumis kicks out! Cara mounts him right away and starts the ground and pound game. Lambert is cheering him on, looking to the crowd and saying "I taught him that" as Cara rains down the punches. Lumis ends up catching one of the rights and then the left. He throws his hands to the side and this causes Sin Cara to come down face to face with him. Lumis stares deep into his soul until Sin Cara willingly gets up and walks away from him. He looks a bit shaken up but Lambert tells him to get his head in the game. Sin Cara nods and runs right back Lumis who is getting to his feet. Dexter however catches and and spikes him with a Spinebuster into the cover!
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Sin Cara kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God how was Sin Cara able to kick out of that earth shattering Spinebuster?
Tom Phillips: I'm sure training with Lambert has toughened him up a bit.
Corey Graves: Good, I can watch him get beat up all day.
Dexter grabs Sin Cara by the underside of his mask and pulls him up to his feet. He throws him into the corner before walking to the opposite side. He stares him down for a bit before charging full speed and Clotheslines Sin Cara! He then grabs onto his head and comes out of the corner with the Bulldog! With Sin Cara now planted firmly in the middle of the ring, Lumis heads out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Lambert starts yelling at him but once quick glance by Lumis has him turning the other way. Dexter gets situated at the top and then comes off with a Swanton Bomb! Sin Cara however rolls out of the way just in time causing Lumis to land flat on his back!
The International Sensation gets to his feet and sees Lumis doing the same. He runs over and hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Armdrag. Lumis rolls back up to his feet but Sin Cara runs past him and hits and Handspring Back Elbow. Lumis hurries to get back to his feet but he's hit with another Tilt-a-Whirl, this time into the Fujiwara Armbar! La Mistica isn't completely locked in though and Lumis uses his size and strength advantage to lift himself up to stop pressure form being applied and simply shoves Sin Cara off of him. He gets to his feet but he's hit with the Running Flying Knee! He makes the pin!
Tom Phillips: The Running Flying Knee! This one is over!
Corey Graves: Kickout Lumis!
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Lumis kicks out! Sin Cara sits up and looks at the ref with his 3 fingers in the air. The ref tells him it was only a two count but he doesn't see Lumis sit up behind him and wrap his arm around his neck and arm to place him in Silence! He starts waving his arms but it's no use, Deter wrenches his arm even tighter and Sin Cara ends up getting put to sleep.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Dexter Lumis!
Lumis keeps a hold of Sin Cara and pets his head. Lambert yells at the ref to do something but he won't go near Lumis. Lambert tells Gacy to do something about his guy and Joe nods. He then lifts up the ring skirt and pulls out a leather strap. He throws it in the ring to Lumis who grabs a hold of it. He runs his hands across it slowly before wrapping it around Sin Cara's neck and starts to choke him out! Sin Cara is flailing about until he's not. Homicide however runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Lumis slides out in a very creepy manner, never breaking eye contact with Homicide. Lambert comes in as well and they check on Sin Cara while Gacy and Lumis leave through the crowd, eyes still watching Homicide as the show moves on.
It was hard, sometimes to be him. He never got on with anyone, but then again … when you where within this industry. You where hardly here to make friends. It was everyone for themselves and that was something he was quickly learning the hard way since his return, it seemed to be everyone, against him and if that was the way it was going to be … fuck it … he was never the type of man to back down from a fight, even if every single part of his body and mind was telling him, that this could be one fight, he might not be able to win.
“I have to give it to you Batista, time and time again you surpass me. Some sheds of the animal from all those years ago are coming through. I thought you had gone soft but then again, that was my mistake to think that the years making marvel movies had made you soft, but the ass kicking’s you have given me have proved that otherwise. You are still that animal. You still have the bite in you. You still can hit as hard as you could … good … very good, I wanted that, I needed that. Match me and you up with one another … nah man, someone like you, should be fucking killing me like I am nothing at all.
YET HERE I AM.
Still alive. Still standing, everything you have done to me, you and all the other cowards here, who have made a game out of it. How many matches can Eddie Kingston win since coming back to UWF by disqualifications. Too many for me tastes … far too many. You think, that you have my number. You think that everything you have done to me has beaten me? I am still here. I am still standing. I am still waiting and ready to go for you. The one thing, after all of this shit that is the truth that I fucking know eats at you every single night, is this one simple truth. You have not defeated me. You have not beaten me, with all that you have done, here I am. Still here, still looking to fight.
STILL LOOKING TO KICK YOUR ASS.
You want a fight, you know where I am, you know what you have to do to do it. You know that all you have to do, is call me out and I will welcome the challenge, to knock you on your ass and show the world that this animal … needs to be put down and I am the one to do it. I just want you to know this one other thing little man … you started this shit with me. You came at me, you tried to end me! Each attack, each strike, each beating you gave me, the next week I was back, and here I am still here and ready for you. Batista, you started this, but let me promise you this one thing.
I AM GOING TO END IT!”
The mad king, has spoken. He was all for fighting, he welcomed it, needed it even, but this has gone on too long, cheap attacks, underhanded tactics, attacks behind his back when he was vulnerable. It would all end one way or another. Win or lose, he was going to take the animal to hell and back and teach him, that the mad king, when you start a fight with him you best have it in yourself to fucking end it.
The scene opens with Randy Orton staring into the camera.
Well, Tonight, I'm going to face CM Punk and we know each other extremely well. This will be just another fight for both of us. He managed to defeat me the last time we faced each other. This time, I can promise it will end with a different result. As you see, Punk doesn't know I have become more aggressive and angrier than ever. He knows when I put my mind to something and I will do anything to accomplish it. In saying that, I will finally change the course of events and manage to come out the winner tonight. This time, it will be me getting my hand raised and CM Punk will be knocked out cold in his own blood. And when I am sending this huge message to Stone Cold. The Texas Rattlesnake is next and I can promise you it will be a satisfying moment for me. Once Stone Cold comes face to face with him, he will learn the hard way and that is not to mess with the Devil himself.
As everyone see, I am doing what I am supposed to do, I have already told everyone there will be a price to pay and I will make sure everyone pay for their consequences. In doing do, I will not only collect my debt and their souls. I will drink and savior every human being's blood and make them add them to my list of bloody victims. There is no God that saves these poor creatures when they step into my realm. The more they get closer to me and look into my bloody eyes. They will see what they fear the most and I will bring the fear out of them. There is nothing or anybody in UWF that can stop my destruction. If there is any doubt that they impose a threat to me. They will be dealt with and suffer the ultimate consequences and be satisfied. As much as everyone thinks I am just another afterthought in UWF. Nobody knows what is waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. I can promise you all will witness the hardcore destruction that will soon change the whole atmosphere in UWF. Once and for all, tonight. You will always be there to witness the beginning of a revolution of destruction. Tonight, it begins and you will all remember the name of the Devil himself......Randy Orton.
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton's eyes burning like fire.
Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Texas, Weighing in at 252 lbs.. STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!!!
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.
”I Walk Alone” begins playing, sending the crowd into an uproar as many are booing but there are still fans sprinkled amongst them that are cheering the big man. Without much delay, out he walks and begins making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, BATISTA!
Batista enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
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DING DING DING!
The match starts off with both men tied up. They have a test of strength until Stone Cold puts Dave in the headlock. Stone Cold keeps on tightening the hold until Batista pushes him off and Steve bounces off from the ropes. Batista knocks him down and he goes for the quick cover as Stone Cold quickly kicks out before the referee event begins the count. Dave grabs him and whip him to the turnbuckle as he runs at him. Stone Cold tripped him and Dave's head hit the turnbuckle as Steve immediately turned him around. He starts swing punches left and right until Batista is down in the corner. Then Stone Cold starts kicking him in the chest and he gives a huge mudhole stomping while the crowd is heavily cheering him on. Stone Cold grabs him and he lays him on the turnbuckle as he climbs on top. He gives him a middle finger before he begins punching him in the face to the count of 10. Then he gets off the turnbuckle as Dave falls off the turnbuckle and he is on the ground. Stone Cold walks over to Batista and he hits him with a huge fist drop before he hooks the leg.
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and a kick out.
Stone Cold grabs Dave's head and puts him in a chin lock submission. The referee asks Dave if he quit and he shakes his head no. Austin tightens the hold until Dave raises his head and he suddenly gets up from the floor. He elbow Stone Cold in the ribs that forces him to break the submission and he turns around. He grabs Stone Cold and his body presses him into the air. Then he drops him on his knee and Steve aches in pain as Dave hooks the leg.
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and kick out. Dave is smiling as he picks him up and he whips him to the ropes. Stone Cold bounces off the ropes and Batista tries to clothesline him as Austin ducks. Austin kicks him and he tries to hit him with the Stunner. But Batista saw it and he pushed him away. Stone Cold runs at him and he is met with a huge clothesline by Dave. Dave picks up Steve as he places him near the ropes and he starts stomping on the chest of Stone Cold.
Batista shakes his head and he is mocking Stone Cold by taunting him. Then he grabs Stone Cold and throws him outside of the ring. He slides out of the ring and he grabs Stone Cold as he tries to whip him to the steel stairs. But Stone Cold managed to reverse it and Batista hit the steel steps hard. Stone Cold is breathing hard and sweaty as he catches a minute to breathe. Then he grabs Dave and has him face to face. He starts chopping away with hard hits until he kicks him in the chest and he grabs him again. He places him into the ring before the referee counts to ten and he gets into the ring. He grabs Dave's leg and he starts stomping it until he hits a double elbow drop on him. Then he grabbed both of his legs and he put Batista into the Texas Cloverleaf.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh My God, Stone Cold got the Animal in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Corey Graves: Can the Animal escape out of this?
Dave is screaming in pain as Stone Cold is tightening the hold and Batista tries to grab the ring rope that is near him. He moves forward slowly while Steve keeps putting on more pressure and Dave reaches his hand out to the rope. After a few more seconds of struggling to reach the ring rope, he finally got closer and he grabbed it to break the submission hold.
Stone Cold let go of the submission as he walked over to the Animal and he grabbed him by the head. He lifts him up and he grabs him. He whips him to the ropes as Dave bounces off from the ropes and Stone Cold jumps at him. Dave catches Steve and hits him with a huge spinebuster as Stone Cold in pain. Dave goes over to the ropes and he grabs it with both of his hands. He starts shaking it and stomping his feet like the Ultimate Warrior.
Stone Cold gets up and Dave turns around to face him as Batista runs and he tries to spear him. But Stone Cold moves out of the way as Dave hits the turnbuckle and Stone Cold turns him around. Stone Cold kicks him in the chest and flips him the middle finger before he hits the Stone Cold Stunner.. Dave is down and Stone Cold hooks the leg.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my lord, He just hit the Stone Cold Stunner!!!!!
Tom Phillips: Can Stone Cold finally get his first win over the animal?
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and a kick out!!!!!
Mauro Ranallo: How can Batista survive that!!!!
Corey Graves: The Animal is still alive!!!
Steve can't believe his eyes and he goes over to Batista as he starts stomping him again. Steve hooks the leg again and Batista quickly kicks out.
Stone Cold picks him up and he whips him to the ropes as Dave bounces off the ropes. Steve tries to clothesline him as Batista ducks and he hits him with a huge spear. Batista is all pumped up and ready as he sees Stone Cold is down in pain. He waited patiently for his prey to get up and Steve did exactly just that. Stone Cold turn around and Dave Batista hits him with a huge Batista Bomb as Stone Cold is knock out. Batista falls down and he hooks his leg.
Batista falls back on the top of Austin who is out cold.
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Winner: Your Winner is the Animal......Batista!
Mauro Ranallo: It's over folks
Tom Phillips: The Animal just dominated Stone Cold!!!!
Corey Graves: Another loss for the Rattlesnake tonight!
The scene fades and ends with Batista celebrating his victory while the referee attend to the Rattlesnake.
We head backstage where Renee Young is standing by with Sami Zayn.
Renee Young: Please welcome my guest at this time, Sami Zayn. Now Sami, I just wanted to get some insight on-
Sami Zayn: Let me guess, you want to know why I did what I did to Dean Ambrose last week ?Well why don't you ask Generico here? You see after what happened last week, not only did he embarrass himself, but he embarrassed me. That showing he had against Ambrose was not conductive of how I train my proteges. As you can tell by the lack of muscle mass, Genercio is clearly not well. He's also delusional based on his words. If you ask me, it's some devastating new variant of Covid. For all i know, he gave it to Dean Ambrose two weeks ago so all I was doing was ending his match with Shark Boy before it continued to spread. I came back to save lives. Some call that being a hero.
Renee Young: So was it to save Shark Boy or because you were embarrassed, which one is it?
Sami Zayn: Can't it be both? See that's the problem with you Renee and people just like you. You look at everything from only one side. It always has to be one or the other. I'm a big picture guy. I don't dwell in petty little things. So I know Dean Ambrose is pissed right now but please Ambrose if you're watching, no hard feelings. I just had to show Generico how to get things done. Please don't be a big baby and take offense to it. You're better than that. I know you're not at the top of the card like you'd hope to be but think of it this way, it means you have so much to look forward to. Let's not get bogged down in what happened in the past ok? I'll be the bigger man and publicly ask for forgiveness. So yeah Renee, if he doesn't see this, give him the message will you?
Zayn walks off leaving Renee looking a bit pissed on Ambrose's behalf as the show moves on.
After a few commercials, the camera cuts back to Renee Young standing by at the typical interview space.
Renee Young: ”Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is none other than the current #1 contender to the UWF Television Title, Leyton Buzzard!”
As she announces this, the camera pans to Leyton.
Renee Young: ”So, Leyton, after your impressive victory against The Butcher last week, what are your thoughts heading into Summerslam, where you’re to face off with Trevor Lee?”
Leyton Buzzard: “Well Renee it’s like a thousand miles for me, Ever since last week when I pinned Butcher. I haven’t had a single moment to collect my thoughts. It feels like I am sick from all this, I feel like I am not going to be able to beat Champ but that’s normal. That's my doubt I will have to push that deep down and focus solely on my first ever title match here in the UWF. I have tried every way possible to be prestigious but I was like the Champ, I tried taking an easy route, having people fight for me, Trying to coast by in a tag team match. That’s over because come the start of the title match nothing and I mean absolutely nothing will be in my way. The setbacks and self doubt will be nowhere to be seen. I will be rid of it all. I will rise from the canvas with the win and begin a prestigious title reign I believe the TV title is the most prestigious title in this whole damn comp---”
”Well, well, well, well, well…..”
As Leyton is suddenly cut off, into the frame walks one mister Trevor Lee, a smile on his face as he holds two things - in one hand, a pamphlet similar to those he’s been recently giving out to the fans, advertising the wonders of Harlan, Kentucky. The other? The UWF Television Championship, which he hoists onto his shoulder, showcasing the gold for the camera.
Trevor Lee: ”If it ain’t none other than the miracle kid himself! Mista Buzzard, I gotta admit, ya’ sure did impress me last week. Beatin’ The Butcher in such a convincin’ fashion, after he’d tossed ya’ all ‘round that there ring an’ the area surroundin’ it. I thought ya weren’t gonna make it at first, mista’ Buzzard, but ya’ sure done proved me wrong, didn’cha?”
With that typical smug, serpent’s grin on his face, Lee walks closer to the challenger to his title, incidentally blocking Renee from the show completely.
Trevor Lee: ”An boy, I say, boy I gotta hand it to ya’ - from what I gone an’ heard from some of the fine folk runnin’ this ‘ere establishment, for a man who’s got the track record that ya’ got, this has been one heckuva turnaroun’, I tell ya’ what. I mean, goin’ from bein’ a one-note one-time one-hit punchline to a proper contender to the U-Dubya-Eff Television Title? That’s mighty impressive for just ‘bout anyone to perform in this ‘ere company, an’ you, my friend, are the most recent boy to do it. But boy, lemme give ya’ a lick o’ advice before ya’ go swingin’ for the fences at Summerslam: I ain’t takin’ no easy path when it comes to defendin’ this ‘ere title.”
The smirk falls from Lee’s face, settling less into a scowl and more just a neutral expression.
Trevor Lee: ”I know that people like ya’self, they wanna come after me an’ claim that I ain’t got no honor. That mista’ Trevor Lee ain’t got no dignity, no class, that I’m just some kinda joke, some caveman-lookin’, redneck-soundin’, politickin’, wheel-n-dealin’, lyin’, cheatin’, stealin’, scumbag who weaseled his way into this ‘ere U-Dubya-Eff Television Title, but that’s just a real stretchin’ of the the truth now ain’t it, boy?”
Lee shakes his head, looking to continue on this ramble of his…
Leyton smirks as he puts his hand up in the air
Leyton Buzzard: ”Well Champ there is the biggest lie of them all, You act as if your new attitude hasn’t been a detriment for every single person who has to put up with your newly found lack of respect. It’s almost like you forgot what it was like to try and have people give you a lick of respect. I mean up until you got that title around your shoulder people looked at you like they look at me. Champ I will refuse to call you by your name while you still have this facade, You say one thing all the while you mean the other you say you didn’t mean disrespect while you still act in a way that disrespects me. I mean you couldn’t beat me one on one and you know your luck has run out only if it wasn’t for that man standing in your shadow. Champ your disrespect will come to an end as I put you down with an Air Leyton and a Buzzard Driver to boot.”
While Leyton continues to talk, an agitated expression crosses the face of the champ at the disrespect being shown to him…but he hides it well, snapping back into a rather forced smile once his opponent finishes.
Trevor Lee: "Well…not too sure about some o' the points that ya've been tryin' to make 'bout my title reign, but right now that ain't here or there. Right now, the point is that I gots to prove ya' wrong 'bout somethin', mista' Buzzard. Ya' say I can't beat ya' one-on-one without Andy over 'ere standin' by my side, but quite frankly? I didn't even need 'em for Randy Orton!"
As soon as Lee says this, there is a look of disdain on the face of The Butcher that goes ignored.
Leyton Buzzard: ”I won’t believe you’re man enough to beat me without the help of this oath unless you sign a contract barring the Butcher from ringside…”
With Leyton further provoking the champion, Lee’s smirk fades completely, but before he goes to say something, an ambush is launched by Andy Williams. The Butcher swings and misses as Leyton uses his size to dodge the behemoth's attempted blow, He jumps onto the big man with an elbow to the back of the head, and looks to have the advantage before Lee tears Leyton off Butcher. Leyton looks ready for more but Lee holds back Butcher stopping the two men from coming to further blows…
Trevor Lee: ”ANDY! STOP IT! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW, OR SO HELP ME GOD-”
With Butcher going docile in a moment’s notice, Lee only now recognizes how his anger has finally slipped through. Clearing his throat so the mask can be back on his personality, Lee nods his head towards Leyton.
Trevor Lee: ”If ya’ need me to bar Andy ‘ere from ringside for our match, then so be it. I’ll go an’ let mista’ Carter know about that lil’ stipulation for our match. Now then, if ya’ don’t mind, I gotta go have a little chat with Andy ‘ere.”
With nothing left to be said, Trevor and Andy take their leave, the cameras fading elsewhere after focusing on Leyton for a few seconds more…
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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 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
Punk is stretching in the corner when the bells rings and he doesn't notice Orton comes running at him and clobbering him with a Clothesline in the corner! Orton keeps the Clothesline coming, ignoring the ref's pleas to get him out of the corner. The ref counts to four and Randy grabs Punk by his ears and drags him to the center of the ring where he hits a European Uppercut to knock him down. Randy then drops to his knees and just starts hitting Punk over the head as many times as he can until another count to 4. The former Television Champion stops and looks at his fists to see blood on his knuckles. Punk has been busted open and the crowd let's Orton hear about it. Randy stands up and looks right into the camera and licks the blood right off his knuckles.
Tom Phillips: Ugh what a disgusting thing to do.
Corey Graves: Especially considering it's CM Punk's blood. He just looks like a walking disease.
Mauro Ranallo: Well we can't fault Orton for doing exactly what he said he was going to do.
Orton walks back over towards Punk who is getting to his feet but he's cut off by some shots to the midsection. Punk fights his way back up to a vertical base until Randy knocks him right back down with a picture perfect Dropkick! Randy brings him right back up and brings him over to the ropes. He places his forehead on the rope and drag him across, giving him a rope burn on the open wound. It's not enough to cauterize the wound but it's the thought that counts, what a nice guy! Punk shoves him off of him and Orton gets knocked back a few paces. He comes right back at him but eats a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head! Randy stumbles backwards and Punk runs at him only to get caught by a Powerslam into the pin!
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Punk kicks out! The former UWF Champion is dragged over to the corner where Orton stands him up and lifts him up onto the top rope. Orton goes to the second rope and appears to be setting up Punk for a Superplex. The Straight Edge wrestler fights back with punches to the ribs followed by a Headbutt that sends him back down. Orton shakes the cobwebs after that hit but Punk comes flying in with a Clothesline to take him down! Punk lands right on him and stays there, delivering some punches of his own, trying to open up Randy just like he was. Orton covers up as best he can and rolls out of the ring to escape the onslaught. Punk watches him before he runs to the ropes and takes him out with a Suicide Dive! Punk looks at AJ Lee and blows her a kiss before throwing Orton back into the ring.
Punk climbs onto the apron and sees Orton laying right by the ropes. Punk then jumps over with a Slingshot Somersault Senton onto him! Randy rolls back out onto the apron but Punk gets an idea. He goes through the ropes and grabs Randy, pulling him in through the ropes but leaving his feet hanging on the middle rope. He's all smiles as he plants Orton with his own Ring Rope DDT! He drags Randy away from the ropes and makes the pin.
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Orton kicks out! Punk brings Randy back up and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Orton starts flailing his feet around and manages to squirm his way off. Punk turns around and almost gets caught with an RKO but he pushes Randy off of him. Orton runs to the ropes and bounces off but gets hit with a Leg Lariat from Punk! The former UWF Champion grabs an Orton down on all fours and hooks both arms before flipping him over with the Welcome to Chicago! Orton arches his back in pain but Punk isn't done there. He drags him to the center of the ring and decides to go to the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: This could be a big mistake from CM Punk.
Corey Graves: Have you seen his tattoos? He's sort of used to making big mistakes by now.
Tom Phillips: You're one to talk.
Corey Graves: I'll have you know each of my tattoos tells a very intricate story.
Tom Phillips: Do you have one for how you lost to The Cartel over and over again?
Corey Graves: No but I'll get one that has me kicking the shit outta you!
Punk reaches the top and points to the heavens before coming off with a Diving Elbow Drop! Orton rolls out of the way however and Punk lands awkwardly on the elbow! He gets back up right away holding said elbow but Orton comes up behind him and delivers the Backbreaker! Orton gets back top his feet and starts to stomp on the limbs of Punk, circling him like a vulture as he inflicts pain. Orton backs away as Punk turns over onto all fours. He's hanging off the ropes, eager as Punk gets into perfect position. Orton then takes off looking for the Punt Kick but the former UWF Champion is able to get up and scoops him up onto his shoulders, throwing him off immediately for the GTS! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, CM Punk!
Mauro Ranallo: Another big win for Punk as we get closer to Summerslam.
Tom Phillips: He's in for one hell of a brawl there but so is Randy Orton after what he did to Stone Cold last week.
Mauro Ranallo: He may have lost this match but he did what he said he was going to do which doesn't bode well for Stone Cold.
Punk heads to the back looking as confident as ever, while Orton lingers in the ring staring him down as the show moves on.
Homicide comes out pissed off what happened after the match as Sin Cara lays there. Dan Lambert retreats the scene and Homicide begins to speak
Homicide: Alright Mr. Safepace you want to keep the UWF safe but you wanna attack my homie like that. Naaaa you want to see a Homicide you’re going to get one at Summerslam. I want you and your big oath in a strap match. I want you to see what it is like when you deal with a crazy loco like me. Attacking my dawg like that isn’t cool and a regular match ain’t going to do shit we need to teach you a listen. So Joe Gacy all this safe space shit is going to end at SummerSlam. See you there goofs
The fans cheer as LL Cool J's Homicide plays in the background.
Shark Boy: You gon' put that camera in my face before my match right now, son?... what's that you want a word from Shark Boy?... I'm surprised you've got any time for ol' Shark Boy considerin' CM Punk just about took up half the damn show flappin' his gums about matches from yesteryear and tellin' us all again about what he's gon' do at Summerslam and how great he is. I mean... I ain't shocked?, are you?. The people can't see it but I see that stupid lookin' grin you've got on yer face Mr Camerman, you can't hide nothin' from ol' Shark Boy. See the thing is, ever since the 'Headbutt heard around the world' - Punk called it that believe it or not, I know - ol' Shark Boy ain't said too much. Mainly due to the fact that there ain't much to say. The way ol' Shark Boy looks at it is real simple, CM Punk laid down the challenge, Shark Boy answered the challenge and CM Punk took the first shot...
Shark Boy stops in his tracks for a little pause before continuing.
Now the truth is... Shark Boy kinda like that. Not in no sick perverse way, I ain't no Dean Ambrose, but in the way that I knew that for once it's gon' be a real fight. A slugfest. A knock down drag out brawl between two men shellbent on whippin' some bass and takin' home the only prize on the line on the night and that's the glory and the pride of callin' yourself the best. See for the past few months Shark Boy ain't been on the winnin' side of the scale... the balance is a bit off and I'll admit it, I started to doubt myself. That's why I came out to answer CM Punk's challenge. Not because I hate the guy, we don't see eye to eye but I'll be damned if he ain't one of the best this company's ever seen. We don't get along but Shark Boy don't have many friends and CM Punk ain't an easy guy to like. Fact of the matter is Shark Boy came down to that ring to challenge CM Punk but also to challenge himself. Because since Shark Boy's came back he's beat everyone. I beat Seth Rollins, I beat Randy Orton, John Cena, Batista, Dean Ambrose... CM Punk... you name 'em, ol' Shark Boy's chummered their bass and beat 'em. But what's Shark Boy got to show for it?... nothin'. No gold. No belts. No crown and no damn prizes... and y'know maybe I started to doubt if I had what it takes to be the best, the very best.
Shark Boy ponders for another second before continuing.
Then I heard Punk, the self proclaimed 'Best in The World'... he wanted a fight to get himself back in the hunt for the gold and me?... well I wanted exactly what he called himself. 'The Best'. I wanna prove that I'm the best damn shark swimmin' these waters. I want to beat the best and become the best and to do that?... I guess I gotta whoop CM Punk's bass. And that prize, that goal of being the best... well it's lit a fire under ol' Shark Boy's bass. Just last week it didn't end how I'd liked it to have but I beat the shell out of Dean Ambrose and this week?... well you best get ready to see more of the same because Trevor Lee might hold the TV Title and he might be the Mayor of Harlan but his bass belongs to Shark Boy tonight. CM Punk can keep flappin' his gums and tellin' everyone he's the best because last week, tonight and at Summerslam I'm going to prove I'm the top predator in the UWF and that I am the toughest son of a fish in UWF history. So CM Punk I hope yer watchin' and I hope Trevor Lee knows what's comin' to him because it's a can of bass whip big enough for the whole of Harlan and THAT'S THE FISHIN' LIIIINE... COS SHARK BOY SAID SO!
The crowd join in the catchphrase and roar in approval as Shark Boy heads towards Gorilla for his match with the Mayor of Harlan.
Chimel: The following contest is a Non-Title Match and is set for one-fall!
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 first, 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.
As "You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive" by the Ruby Friedman Orchestra begins to play throughout the arena, out steps the man who not only is now a champion, but also remains as the "mayor" of his hometown of Harlan, Kentucky, Trevor Lee. With the gold wrapped around his waist, Lee steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp with a beaming, faux-innocent grin on his face. Of course, he isn't coming alone, as standing alongside him is the resident butcher of Harlan, "The Butcher" Andy Williams.
Chimel: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by "The Butcher" Andy Williams...from Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the current UWF Television Champion and the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky...Trevor Lee!
As Lee makes his way down the ramp, the mayor can be seen doing some quite gentlemanly things to those lucky enough to be sat in the front row - tipping his hat, shaking hands, kissing babies if their family members accept it, the typical actions of a tried and true politician.
Once at ringside, The Butcher would simply head straight into the ring, but Trevor Lee opts to take his time, striding up the steel stairs and onto the apron. Pausing on his entrance, Trevor takes a moment to look out towards the fans on the hardcam side of the arena, before unhooking the Television Title and raising it with one hand, while the other is shot up high above, two fingers pointing upwards towards the sky. Striking that signature pose, a cry of "TO THE MOON" can be heard being called out by the television champion, before he then enters the ring.
With "The Butcher" standing behind him, Lee then discards his entrance attire, and hands it off to his fellow Harlan resident, who leaves the ring to allow Trevor to prepare for the match at hand.
Tony heads out of the ring and after ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell!
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DING DING
The fellas get right to it - after a quick sizing up while circling each other, the competitors lock up in the center of the ring. It's a classic collar-and-elbow. Lee pulls in Shark Boy for a side headlock. SB slips out almost immediately and yanks Trevor's head back into a clinch position, using that to hit a double taps of knee to the midsection. With Lee winded, Shark Boy has no issue connecting with a Snap Suplex!
Lee is slammed down on to the canvas. Shark Boy sprawls for an early cover...
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Trevor shoves him away right after the Referee makes his first count.
Ranallo: Shark Boy getting things moving right away tonight. Corey, what would be each man's optimal strategy tonight?
Graves: The Shellraiser isn't wasting any time - that could be indicative of him wanting to wrap this up as quickly as possible knowing that he has a monumental match coming up in just a few short weeks at Summerslam. Lee's best course of action is to work with that and try to catch Shark Boy rushing, force him into making a mistake.
Phillips: It's worth noting that the Television Champ has an x-factor on his side with the imposing Butcher in his corner.
Andy Williams is watching on from his post near the apron. His enormous moustache barely conceals a sneer aimed in the C.U.N.T. member's direction as he pulls Lee back to a vertical base.
Before Shark Boy can get any more offense off, Lee grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. The masked superstar rebounds off of the ropes and rushes back. Trevor leaps frogs over the Shark, who just keeps swimming all the way to the adjacent cables. The Mayor of Harlan avoids contact again, this time by dropping to his stomach. Shark Boy hops over him en route to the first set of ropes. Classic over-under.
When SB comes back this time, he's head hunting with a lariat. Trevor's looking to make contact too, but he gets a little more creative, feinting with a roundhouse to throw his opponent off then landing a Superkick smack dab on that concealed jawline! Shark Boy goes down like a sack of bricks and Lee dives down to shoot the half...
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Shark Boy kicks out at two! Lee's nostrils flare, and for a split second, you can see a flash of rage peak through the cracks of the Southern Gentlemen. It's gone as quickly as it came, though, and Lee gets right back to work, clenching a fist and ampping himself up as he stands tall of his foe.
Ranallo: That Superkick wasn't enough to get Lee the win, but it's got him in the driver's seat now.
Graves: A dominant showing from the TV Champ against a guy who's made his home at the top of the card all year would do wonders for Trevor Lee's burgeoning career.
The Mayor bends down and grabs SB around the hips, deadlifting that son of a fish up off the canvas. With forehead veins pulsing from the effort, Lee hoists Shark Boy all the way up and over with what he likes to call the Cumberland German. He punctuates his rendition of the suplex with a bridge, planting Shark Boy's shoulders into the mat to try for another cover...
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Shark Boy pops himself out in before the hand can fall again. The fans breath a sigh of relief as their boy lives to fight another day. Lee sits up and stares at the Ref, three fingers extended as he questions the count. Nearby, The Butcher leans against the apron to intimidate the third man with an ominous scowl. The Official warns him about getting involved and Trevor Lee rolls over to calm his heater down before things escalate out of hand.
Ranallo: The Butcher is looking like he wants to slice up a fresh serving of shark fin soup!
Phillips: We saw him going after Leyton Buzzard earlier tonight - the guy's a loose cannon! The Referee should toss him out now before things get out of hand.
Graves: Whoa, Easy Tiger. Andy Williams knows that this is a Gentlemen's Sport.
Rolling towards one of the corners, Shark Boy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He's woozy - it looks like he can barely stand on his own. Lee clocks him looking banged up and leaves The Butcher in his rearview to go an capitalize, coming in hot and heavy with a Stinger Splash.
Except oh snap! Shark Boy ducks out of the way just in time! There's nobody home as Lee comes crashing through the door, slamming his chest into the naked corner. He crumbles to the fat, gasping for breath with bruised ribs. Shark Boy grabs on to the top ropes on either side of the buckle and uses them for leverage as he stomps a Fishin' Hole through his opponent. The fans are thrilled to count along with each landed boot.
Graves: Listen to these savages cheering on this illegal attack! It's awful! Don't they know that that's the Mayor of Harlan? This is practically terrorism. If Shark Boy can do that to a politician, imagine what he'll do to the average citizen!
Ranallo: One could argue that nobody has been screwed over in big match situations this year than Shark Boy. Coming out of Finale Battle, he's made it clear that he's willing to get down and dirty now if that's what it takes to pick up the W's when it counts.
Speaking of counts, the Referee gives Shark Boy five of 'em to let go of those ropes. The C.U.N.T. member uses most of them before backing away. As he marches around the ring, getting himself back in the zone, The Butcher climbs up on to the apron, daring Shark Boy to try something like that on him.
Of course SB ain't about to back down from a challenge. He heads straight over to Williams, ready for a fight. The Referee, who was checking on Lee's condition, rushes over to stop that from happening. He inserts himself between Shark Boy and The Butcher to de-escalate the situation, then turns to face Andy head on with a threat of banishment from ring side if he doesn't cool his jets.
Williams drops back down to the floor, but all the kerfuffle leaves Shark Boy wide open for a sneak attack from Lee! The TV Champ runs in from behind and rolls him up with a Schoolboy! The Official slides down to count it...
Phillips: Lee is gonna steal it!
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Graves: Nice move by The Mayor of Harlan! He's got the pin sunk in tight!
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Shark Boy escapes again!
Both fellas scramble to their feet, but Trevor gets the quick advantage by scoring a high knee strike to his foe's jaw. Shark Boy staggers backwards, dazed as all heck. He finds himself backing into the corner, where Lee blasts him with a forearm to keep him woozy before perching him in a seated position atop the buckle.
The TV Champ climbs on to the middle ropes and goes looking for a Superplex. A risky maneuver like that gets the fans scooching towards the edges of their seats. Lee teeters precariously on the ropes as he tries to flip his opponent over his head with a thunderous toss, but Shark Boy wards him off with a nasty head butt!
The Mayor tumbles back down the canvas. Shark Boy is also knocked off balance from the impact and he falls off the post, barely managing to land on the apron. The Butcher is right there and he comes heading in Shark Boy's direction. SB has had enough and decides to strike first, launching himself off of the apron with a rare-ish aerial maneuver - a rolling senton that knocks the thug over like a bowling pin!
Graves: Now he's assaulting Trevor Lee's personal assistant! This man needs to be fined and fired!
Phillips: DON'T POKE THE SHARK IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE FIVE ROWS OF TEETH!
Shark Boy springs up to his feet and is greeted with a roar of applause from the capacity crowd. He turns his attention back in the ring just in time to see Trevor Lee coming in hot with the plancha! But Shark Boy steps out of the way and Lee soars past, landing on the downed Williams instead!
Ranallo: Oh no! Major miscalculation by Lee there!
Philips: Shark Boy just managed to avoid getting pancaked by the TV Champ!
The Referee is starting up a ten count but it isn't necessary. Shark Boy hastily rolls Lee under the ropes and follows him in before hooking a leg to put him away...
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No! Lee kicks out at two-and-a-half! The fans can't believe it! Neither can Shark Boy! He stands up and gets in the Ref's face, swearing to high heck it should've been a three count. Before the Official can even argue otherwise, though, Lee snags his opponent from behind one more time with another roll-up!
Graves: ROLL-UP! He's got him!
Ranallo: Shark Boy took his eye off the prize and it's gonna cost him!
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Shark Boy pops out and rolls backwards before getting to his feet. Lee springs up too, only to take a boot to the gut that sets him up for a thunderous CHUMMER! His jaw snaps off of Shark Boy's shoulder and he goes down hard. SB crawls over to make the pin...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SHARK BOY!
"Hair of the Dog" hits the PA while Shark Boy stands to have his hand raised. Trevor Lee rolls out under the ropes, not sure what state he's in now. Williams meets him there, and though the Butcher is still pretty banged up, he's got enough in the tank to help his boy towards the back.
Ranallo: Trevor Lee once again showcasing that he's got a tonne of talent for a young star, but the savvy veteran was quicker to the draw tonight.
Phillips: A win over the UWF Television Champion is a huge boost in Shark Boy's momentum heading into Summerslam.
Graves: And I'm sure Leyton Buzzard is just absolutely thrilled to see this result, too.
Shark Boy stays in the ring to celebrate a little longer while Revolution continues elsewhere.
The Revolution feed cuts backstage after a brief flash of the graphic to show Renee Young and Dean Ambrose watching a monitor together.
DEAN AMBROSE
No, you see what I'm sayin', right? It's like one of his legs is straight up half an inch longer than the other. The way he walks around, he hobbles, and when he stands straight, he looks like he's balancing on one foot!
RENEE YOUNG
Yeah, you know, you might have something to that... oh hey! We're rolling. I'm here with Jon Mo- Err, Dean Ambrose. Thank you for joining me, Dean.
Ambrose chuckles.
Sure Renee, why not?
Young grins and clears her throat, then resumes.
Earlier this evening I spoke with Sami Zayn, who attacked you last week–
Dean takes the mic.
Thanks Renee, I'll take it from here. Yeah, Sami Zayn jumped me last week. He became the latest in a long line of punk asses to set sights on me or meddle in my affairs in this company. I was watching when he said his piece earlier tonight and you know what, Sami? I don't give a rat's ass what your intentions were. When you take a shot at Dean Ambrose, you best do like Kevin Steen did and make sure I'm sucking through a straw, because if you don't you bet your ass that I'll be coming looking with your receipt, bud. Whether your boy had the 'rona or not, I spiked his skull off the canvas and I'll be doing the same damn thing to you at Summerslam. Oh yeah, you heard right – I've already spoken to the man in charge, so you can treat this as your notice.
Ambrose passes the mic back to Renee, then heads out of the shot.
...well, there you have it. Dean Ambrose. Back to the action.
The show moves on.
The camera cuts to the parking lot where Batista is walking alone with his bags packed. He seems to be heading out for the night when suddenly a car comes barreling towards him!
Batista dodges out of the way just in time and the car crashes into a wall. Batista looks around and then the door opens. A bloody Eddie Kingston walks out, clearly injured from the wreck but he runs right at Batista and starts slugging it out with him! Security comes running over from the commotion and manages to pull the two men apart. Batista and Eddie are yelling and swearing at one another as security gets them farther and farther away.
The show moves on...
The cameras open up backstage in a darkened room, which usually only indicates one thing, that the broadcast has once again entered “Danhausen’s Lair.” And sure enough, the UWF Prime Time Medal holder is sat at a table within lens range and appears to be building stacks of coins from his sack of money. Not realising the camera is on him, Danhausen gets a minor fright as it closes in, which cause him to unintentionally knock over a couple of the coin stacks. Danhausen doesn’t look best pleased at first, but quickly changes his tone as he remembers that he had something that he wanted to say to the viewing audience.
Danhausen
As you could see, before minor disaster struck, Danhausen’s stock is at its highest point. With consecutive big victories in the baghausen and a grand title match looming at Sunnyslam-a-rama, this is indeed a great time to be Danhausen. But as good as it may be at present, Danhausen intends to keep his feet firmly on the groundhausen until the moment comes when he put Italian Tom down for good and takes the InterCOINtinental prize away from him. Now maybe to some this might be too tough of an ask considering how impressive this reign of his has been, but as Danhausen ever so smartly proved two weeks ago, there are several methods he can use in order to gain the advantage, legally he might add, and make certain that he will be leaving the event that night with the biggest smile on the Ultimate Wrestling roster. But as always, Love That Danhausen!... Now if you don’t mind, Danhausen needs to now clean up this mess which you caused upon your arrival… Shoo! Shoo!
As Danhausen motions with his hands for the cameras to leave his lair, the team operating them oblige and as they begin to move away, the feed quickly fades away and picks up in another part of the building.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, large poles form a runway down to the ramp, and they instantly light on fire. The fire burns steadily as the camera fixates on the top of the ramp, waiting for the illustrious superstar to make his way out from the back to face the UWF Universe.
Without further adieu, The Visionary & UWF Champion, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well. Heyman hands the championship over to Seth, who hoists it high in the sky above his head as the fans reign down with boos. Heyman then takes the belt and straps it around the waist of Seth as they continue down the rampway.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth Rollins stands in the middle of the ring with both of his hands out to the side, presenting himself as a mythical being in a sense. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction as he reminds of whom the holder is of the most prestigious championship in the company.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the 2022 ROYAL RUMBLE WINNER & UWF CHAMPION: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
WELL ENOUGH IS ENOUGH AND IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE
As the opening bassline plays, from behind the curtain comes Owen Hart, shuffling as if he doesn't have full control of his limbs and each movement he makes is forced. His left hand covering the left side of his face at times, all the while wearing a twisted grin as he makes his way down the ramp. He doesn't play to the crowd, hell it's almost as if he doesn't even know they're there. And from the sounds of the arena, they might not be as it's eerily quiet.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Calgary Alberta Canada, He is the Mad King of Hearts, Owen Hart!
VS 
DING DING DING
The bell rings but Owen just stands there looking directly at Seth, slightly twitching his neck as he watches Seth, his eyes moving but his body staying still. Seth looks towards the ref and asks what's up with him but as he's talking to him, Owen comes charging out of the corner and blasts him with a Clothesline. He doesn't stop there, not even close. He gives him multiple Clotheslines in the corner before he drags him out and gives him a Headbutt to bring him to his knees. Owen then puts him in a Headlock and just starts hammering away with punches to the forehead until the ref has to intervene and break them up.
Tom Phillips: I don't know what exactly the instructions were from Edge but regardless, they couldn't have been any good.
Mauro Ranallo: Who's to say he's even listening to any. The UWF Championship match at Summerslam could be in jeopardy after tonight.
Rollins down but Hart comes back over and lifts him over his shoulder. He's getting him in position for the Reverse Piledriver, looking to end things immediately but Seth starts kicking his feet and manages to fall behind him and he shoves Owen to the ropes. Owen comes off them and gets taken down by a Slingblade! He pops back up but this time eats a Superkick to the jaw! Owen looks stunned and Seth follows that up with a Belly to Belly Overhead Suplex! The UWF Champion finishes off the combo with a Running Shooting Star into the pin!
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Owen kicks out at 2! Seth brings him right back up sets him up for the Powerbomb in the corner. He gets him up but Owen starts hammering away at him causing him to get dropped onto his feet. He kicks Rollins in the gut and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex of his own! He then grabs Seth's legs and steps through, crossing them over to get him into a Sharpshooter but Rollins wiggles around and manages to make his way to the bottom ropes before he can turn him over! Hart breaks the hold and Seth pulls himself out onto the apron. He's getting back up when Owen charges at him. Seth goes low and gets him with a Shoulder Thrust between the ropes. He follows that up with a Forearm to the face that sends him reeling. Rollins carefully measures his opponent and when he turns around Seth jumps onto the ropes and hits the Springboard Knee to the side of the head! Hart goes down and he makes the pin!
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Hart kicks out! The UWF Champion brings Owen over to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle to daze him. He then lifts him up and seats him on the top rope. A few more punches to the head follow before he climbs up there as well. Seth starts hitting him in the back to daze him before setting up for the Superplex. He's trying to get him up but Owen fights back with some punches to the ribs and follows it up with a Headbutt that sends Rollins falling to the mat below! Owen gets himself situated on the top rope and he waits as Seth gets to his feet before he takes off with a Missile Dropkick right to the face! Rather than go for the pin, Owen paces around the ring.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Owen isn't even trying to win this match here tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: He's the Mad King for a reason. Who knows what he's got on his mind.
Corey Graves: I can tell you, whatever it is, it's not good for Seth Rollins.
Seth is getting to his feet but from the look on his face, it's clear he has no idea where he is. He's going off instinct right now and Owen knocks his lights further out with a Superkick! Seth stumbles into the ropes and lighting bounces off them right back into Owen's arms who lifts him upside down. He's got him in position and drives him into the mat with the Reverse Piledriver! Rollins flops over liker there's no life left in him but Owen isn't done. He gets back up and grabs his legs, turning him over to place him in the Sharpshooter!
Mauro Ranallo: Owen Hart is making sure nobody forgets the Mad King of Harts.
Corey Graves: Rollins is going to remember him every time he tries to lift something for the rest of his life.
Rollins comes to life from the pain and is scrambling to the ropes but Owen's got him firmly trapped in the middle of the ring. Rollins lifts up his hand like he's gonna tap but then he bites down on it and tries to power through. Paul Heyman gets on the apron to cause a distraction and the ref tries to get him down. Roman Reigns is about to come in but Seth looks at him and tells him no. Reigns backs off and Seth powers himself up onto his elbows and starts crawling fist over fist to the ropes. Heyman jumps down top ensure it's not missed by the ref who looks over and sees Rollins make it to the bottom rope! Hart breaks the hold but not until after the 4 count. He comes right back at Seth though and grabs his feet, dragging him to the center of the ring once more. He's going to put him back in the Sharpshooter but Seth kicks him off of him.
Owen bounces off the mat but rolls back up to his feet. He comes right back at Seth who is still down and this time picks him up. It looks like he might be going for yet another Reverse Piledriver but grabs at his face and digs into his eyes. Owen drops him and starts rubbing his eyes as Seth gets up with help from the ropes. Seth comes over and kicks him in the gut before lifting him up into a Powerbomb in the corner! It was more like he fell and Owen was just close enough to bounce off the corner though and both men fall to their knees. Seth fights through the back pain and gets himself up enough to his the Avada Kadavra! Owen goes down face first and Seth falls into the ropes. He's barely able to keep himself up but Owen is coming to, getting to his hands and knees. Seth runs over to finish the job with the Curb Stomp! He hooks both legs so they're away from the ropes as he makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Seth Rollins!
Heyman comes into the ring with the UWF Championship and hands it to Rollins. The lifts it up high but on the stage Edge comes walking out. Heyman and Rollins turn their attention to him but he just stands there with a smile on his face. Rollins is definitely looking worse for wear and Edge knows it. He gives him a slow clap with a shit eating grin on his face. Rollins tells him to come down and fight but Edge stays where he's at, watching them closely as the show comes to an end.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Lumis vs Cara - Jye/Danny
Batista vs Stone Cold - Evolution J
Lee vs Shark Boy - Fauche
Orton vs Punk, Hart vs Rollins - Danny
