Post by Danny on Nov 25, 2022 18:12:17 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: The rivalry between Shark Boy and Edge has been continuing to heat up as of late and it looks like Shark Boy has now been cleared to compete. He'll go up against his last scheduled opponent in a battle of champions.
Corey Graves: Battle of losers if you ask me. I'm more pumped about seeing Homicide get put in his place by our Forever Champion, Sami Zayn.
Mauro Ranallo:Sure to be 2 great matches but they're not the only great matches we have tonight. Cody Rhodes will take on Tommaso Ciampa in a match I'm sure will have the fans mixed on who to cheer for.
Corey Graves: One match they for sure won't have any problem picking favorites is when we see the debut of LA Knight. Everyone should boo Stone cold if they know what's good for them.
Tom Phillips: Plus Eddie Kingston was scheduled to take on Leyton Buzzard but he ended up getting replaced by Matt Riddle.
Mauro Ranallo:That'll make for a hell of an interesting match and guess what folks, we don't have to wait long for it. Let's head down to the ring for our first match of the night!
Tony Chimel: The following opening contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring is “The Mad King” Eddie Kingston.
Kingston gestures to the crowd and he gets a sizable pop, the crowd ready to see what should be an interesting bout between Eddie and his opponent.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent also in the ring, Matt Riddle
VS 
The Original Bro does his handsign to the crowd and he also gets a pop but not as big as Kingston’s. The referee calls for the bell and Riddle goes towards Kingston and stretches out a hand for a handshake. Kingston looks at his hand and goes to shake it but instead chops the bare chested former UFC fighter across the chest, creating an echo around the arena, the crowd wooing as he does. Riddle clutches his chest and is shot off the ropes by Kingston with an Irish Whip, Kingston goes for another chop on his returning opponent but Riddle manages to dodge under it and runs off the ropes, going for a Final Flash to end it early but this is met by Kingston grabbing the leg and taking down Riddle, surprising the crowd with his surprising technical acumen, he uses the leg to pull Riddle into a Belly to Belly suplex and go for a pin.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to our opening contest in what i’m sure will be a battle between Eddie Kingston and as a fill in for Leyton Buzzard, Matt Riddle
Tom Phillips: Both men contrast in style here, Riddle known for his technical acumen, having been a rising star in the MMA world, even getting himself a UFC Contract at one point before transitioning into the world of pro wrestling, out to impress EC3 here tonight.
Corey Graves: Well as you know i’m no fan of Eddie Kingston. I can see through this whole everyman thing he has going on but tonight i’m in his favor because I hate Riddle more. He thinks he can waltz into a UWF ring and hang with a guy like Eddie Kingston, a veteran of this sport. Tonight i’m team Mad King.
1…..Kickout
Riddle easily kicks out of the belly to belly, not enough damage done to the former MMA standout. Kingston doesn’t waste any time, drop stomps onto his opponent, trying to soften him up. Going for one stomp too many, now Kingstons foot is grabbed by Riddle who manages to drag Eddie down to the ground and roll into the top mount position, Riddle lays shots into Kingston until the referee drags him off Kingston and the two reset. Riddle goes for that handshake again and this time Eddie begrudgingly takes it but Riddle doesn’t let go, pulling Eddie back in and going for a Belly to Belly of his own but Kingston manages to get out and attempts to hit a quick Backfist to the Future but as he turns Riddle grabs the waist and hits a German Suplex onto Eddie, going for a bridge.
Mauro Ranallo:Matt Riddle with a beautiful German Suplex on Eddie Kingston and into a bridge, I don’t think it will be enough to take out a guy like Eddie Kingston but Riddle will probably be looking to tire Eddie out.
Tom Phillips:A pin is a good way to tire someone out, a lot of people don’t realize it takes a lot to kick out of a move, especially if its a bridge, you’re basically hoisted up into the air.
Corey Graves:Eddie took that handshake from Riddle, Eddie was willing to show Riddle some respect and Riddle turned it into a cheap shot with that attempted Belly to Belly, so much for sportsmanlike behaviour.
1…2….
Eddie gets out of the bridge but Riddle immediately locks in a rear naked choke onto Kingston, if he can’t pin the Mad King he’ll choke him out. As Eddie is looking like he’s about to fade he manages to get a foot onto the bottom rope, the referee breaks up the hold, Riddle giving it till a count of two to get more damage, the referee makes sure Eddie gets back to his feet and keeps Riddle back but once Riddle sees Eddie is fine he goes for him but Kingston has this scouted and throws Riddle into the corner, unleashing machine gun chops onto his opponent, Eddie tries to hook up a Capture Suplex but Riddle pushes off the middle corner turnbuckle and tries to roll up Eddie but Eddie uses his weight advantage and manages to trap Riddle down for the pin attempt, sitting on him.
Mauro Ranallo: Kingston back in control here with those devastating chops in the corner, i’m sure Ric Flair would be jealous of them but Eddie looks to be feeling it from that Rear Naked Choke he may have only been in it for a few seconds but Riddle will know how to cinch it in tight on his opponent.
Tom Phillips: Riddle trying to pull a roll up out of his back pocket, reversing that capture suplex but Kingston managed to roll through and use his weight advantage over Riddle to hold him down in the pin
Corey Graves:Oh wow back to body shaming Phillips, sure Eddie might not be as ripped as Riddle but he’s just as great if not better of a wrestler as him. Also you conveniently forgot to mention that Riddle held that choke on longer than necessary but yeah we’ll cover that up.
1….2….2.5….Kick Out
Riddle gets out but Eddie doesn’t let up, rolling over he grabs Riddles arm and tries to lock in an armbar but Riddle keeps his hands clasped. Eddie launches elbows into the side of Riddle but the Original Bro manages to get to his feet and rolls up Kingston, getting a two before Kingston lets go and kicks out. Riddle goes for a standing Broton but Eddie rolls out the way. Picking Riddle up, Kingston goes for a Uranage but Riddle lets off some elbows into the side of Kingstons head, causing him to stumble into the ropes and Kingston comes back and into Riddle who hooks Kingston up and hits a Fisherman Buster onto Kingston and goes for the pin, trying to leverage Kingston.
Mauro Ranallo: FISHERMAN BUSTER BY RIDDLE, KINGSTON COULD BE OUT HERE, RIDDLE DROPPED HIM WITH A LOT OF FORCE.
Tom Phillips: Kingston tried to enter Riddles world with that armbar but it didn’t work out quite well. If Riddle pins the potential number one contender to the UWF Championship, this could be the biggest upset in a long time in the UWF
Corey Graves: It would be the biggest upset since it was announced that you would be on commentary Phillips and thats a day i’d rather forget. Eddie tried to play Riddles game and it failed but it isn’t over yet.
1….2….2.5….Rope break.
Riddle can’t believe that didn’t end it there. He rolls off Eddie, both men sucking air at this point. Both look at each other and get up to a knee, delivering shots to each other as they do. The crowd is cheering them on at this point, happy at the brawl happening in front of them. Getting back to their feet and the fists and elbows are still flying, it doesn’t seem any man is going to give up. Kingston gets the advantage and whips Riddle off the ropes but Riddle comes back and goes for the Final Flash once again but Eddie pushes him off and Riddle crashes into the ground, Eddie sees his chance and slides in with the American D forearm to the back of Riddles head, going for the pin.
1….2….3…..
Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH: “THE MAD KING” EDDIE KINGSTON.
Mauro Ranallo: What an amazing back and forth match between both men but Kingston showing why he is in that match at Slammiversary with that devastating forearm
Tom Phillips: Riddle came to the UWF to make a name for himself and despite losing I think a lot of people, including Eddie Kignston, aren’t going to forget the name Matt Riddle
Corey Graves: Yeah they’ll forget him in the long line of losers to fall to that schlub Eddie Kingston. Don’t remind me he is going to be at Slammiversary.
Back in the ring and as the medical staff check on Riddle, Kingston has his arm raised as the show moves on.
Welcome to another exciting edition of Revolution. Tonight is no ordinary night though. Tonight is Thanksgiving! This is a special edition of Revolution and we are about to be joined by a very special man. Tonight, this man will be competing against the legendary "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. This is the one and only LA Knight.
LA Knight: Well, hello there. Aren't you fortunate enough to run into me. I know you've probably been carrying that camera all around this dump looking for someone interesting to interview. And then it dawned on you; this entire roster is filled with nothing but a bunch of schmucks. But don't worry, that's where I come in. Because if there's only one man in this entire company that can bring excellence to a locker room filled with mediocrity, it's me...L...A...Knight! So, with all that being said...Let me talk to 'ya!
LA Knight: Now today is a special day. Today is Thanksgiving. And for those who don't know, Thanksgiving is L...A...Knight's favorite holiday. Just think about, it's the one day of year where we stop worrying about what we're going to get and we're grateful for what we have. Look at all of you in this arena. I know for a fact that all of you are grateful to be able to have spent your hard earned money to buy a ticket and see me. All of you are grateful that you get to watch professional wrestling's only true megastar go out to that ring in a little and do what he does better than absolutely every one else in this world. And I have to be honest with you...L...A...Knight is grateful too.
LA Knight: L...A...Knight is grateful because he looks the way he does. L...A....Knight is grateful because he is the best thing going in this business today. And L...A...Knight is especially grateful because not too long from now, he gets to go out to that ring and whoop "Stone Cold" Steve Austin's bald headed ass all over my ring. Moments like this are truly rare. This is the moment that all of you in this arena and all of the fat jabronis at home get to witness the takeoff of the "Million Dollar Megastar. While all of you are stuffing your face with turkey, cornbread and whatever other atrocities you've stacked on your plate, I will be beginning my ascension to the top. Steve Austin will not be the last; he's just unlucky enough to be the first,
LA Knight: Steve Austin used to say that he'd open up a can of whoop ass on his opponents. Well from looking at Steve Austin lately, the only can he's been opening is the one to his watered down, subpar, beer. If Austin is lucky enough, I'll beat him fast enough that he can make it back home in time to grab himself a plate. What we're going to have tonight will not be a match. It will be Steve Austin being picked apart by the "Thursday Night Thriller", the "Million Dollar Megastar", the man that every man in this building wants to be, and every woman wants to be with...L...A....Knight!
LA Knight: Steve Austin, get in the holiday spirit and be grateful. Be grateful for the fact that I"m going to end this quick. And that's not an insult; that's just a fact of life.
And with that, Knight walks away as the camera fades.
Things open on a red carpet event where Batista is seen walking until he’s stopped by a random interviewer.
Interviewer: Sorry to bother you, Mr. Batista, I understand you’re very busy.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: You’re right, I am. But you know what? I’m in a surprisingly good mood tonight so ask your questions.
Interviewer: Well first and foremost, I wanted to get your thoughts on what happened last week when The Guild took on Kyle O’Reilly.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: You must not want me to stay in that good mood. You want to know my thoughts? The Miz and Goldust keep disappointing me because I keep paying them and they keep fucking up. Sooner rather than later I’m going to have to do something about that. As for Bayley, I don’t give a shit what she is to Kyle or why she’s in the UWF, and I don’t care that she’s a woman, my arsenal is unisex and doesn’t discriminate. Thirdly, when it comes to Kyle himself, he’s a pissant. Not only that but he’s a pissant that doesn’t realize he’s a pissant, and that’s irritating but that’s why I issued the Slammiversary challenge, to show The Guild how easy it is to squash a pissant and, of course, for the sheer fun of it.
Interviewer: What are the odds we’ll see you defend the Hollywood Championship again soon? Because the first defense, well, it’s been rooted in controversy since it happened and some would argue that you shouldn’t be champion.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Well as you can see, I’m still shooting movies and attending premieres along with my UWF career so I won’t say defending the championship isn’t a priority, it’s just something that’s sat on the back burner as a result. But make no mistake about it, I’m still a proud and fighting champion because it’s still the most prestigious belt in the company. As for the controversy, who gives a fuck what some keyboard warriors and other dorks have to say in their forum messages or on their podcasts, I’m the definitive Hollywood Champion and no one is going to change that.
Interviewer: Any chance you’d put that Hollywood Championship on the line at Slammiversary?
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: If Kyle manages to scrape together the backing and the budget to film something quality enough to make him eligible for a shot, then absolutely.
Interviewer: So to walk things back a bit if I may, you said the Hollywood Championship is the most prestigious belt in the UWF despite not being recognized as an official title. I want to know your thoughts on that but also I’d like to know if you’re concerned about the consequences of making a bold claim like that. I mean, it slings mud on not only the recognized titles but the champions past and present and the contenders as well.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: What, you think this is all pretend? I’ve already explained why I introduced this title, because I wasn’t getting the opportunities I deserve so I took things into my own hands. This isn’t some imaginary UFC Championship or Transatlantic Championship situation, this is the real deal because everything I put my stamp on is legit. And EC3 isn’t stupid, he knows good business is keeping me happy so if you asked him, he’d tell you it’s a recognized title just like Sami Zayn’s. With that being said, the other champions and contenders past and present, and future while I’m at it, can kiss my ass! If I cared about the consequences of mud slinging, as you called it, I’d never say a word. But I’m the goddamn, “Hollywood Animal”. The, “Feature Presentation”. And the rest? They’re not.
Interviewer: Last question. Lately we’ve seen you compete in a few, let’s call them, “gimmick matches”. Can we expect a stipulation on your match with Kyle O’Reilly?
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: I’m sure he’d love me to attach some training wheels to this bumpy ride, but I’m not going to. You know why? Because I don’t want him to be able to use some bullshit to beat me. He’s got something to prove and so do I, and I think that’s best done in a fair fight under fair conditions. There’s no need to complicate things. So no, no stipulation but I do plan on changing my approach up. Because Kyle likes to brag about being proficient in MMA. Well so am I.
Batista smiles before brushing past the interviewer as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The crowd begins to chant "Austin" as the glass shatters…
Austin drives onto the ramp with his atv, Steve speeds down the ramp before lapping the ring, Austin quickly turns off the atv as he throws the keys to the men at ringside as he climbs into the ring.
"Knight Vision" begins to play throughout the arena and the capacity begins to groan because they know what time it is. It is time to titillate their juices with the arrival of the "Thursday Night Thriller". This is the "Million Dollar Megastar". This is LA Knight. Knight does not take long bursting through the curtain and out onto the stage. The reception he receives isn't warm whatsoever but LA Knight does not care. He soaks in the atmosphere while the jeers rain down on him.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Million Dollar Megastar", L...A....Knight!
As Chimel announces the brash star from Baltimore, Knight spells his name out in the air just to make sure that everyone knows exactly who he is.
Knight continues down the ramp towards the ring. The entire time he talks trash to all the people in the front row. He's not here for them; he's here for himself. As he reaches the end of the aisleway, he heads towards the hard camera before leaping onto the ring apron and posing for everyone to see him. There is no shortage in confidence in Knight tonight, as he enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws up the "LA" hand sign.
Knight leaps off the top rope to the canvas and continues to prepare for the upcoming match he has.
VS 
DING DING DING
Stone Cold quickly goes under Knight, As LA attempts a lariat but his arm goes over the head of Stone Cold, Steve puts the boot into the stomach of LA Knight, Turns his back grabs the head and falls to his backside sending Knight flying backwards as his head bounces off the shoulders of Steve and pulls up the legs for the cover…
One!
Tom Phillips: “Austin going for the quick victory second week in a row!”
Knight powers out at One!. Austin looks pissed so he moves to his feet, Austin begins stomping down on the chest as he continues the assault La Knight grabs the boot of Stone Cold, Austin hops on one foot as Knight rises to his feet holding the boot, Austin rips his foot from the hands of Knight, The boot stays put as Austin barefoot moves back from Knight…
Tom Phillips: “The shoe is on the other hand!”
Corey Graves: “Shut up Tom!”
Knight throws the shoe at Austin who ducks the flying object, Knight stomps down right on the exposed foot of Austin, Knight strikes with an elbow which sends the Cold One reeling into the ropes, Knight lifts up Austin before dropping him on his knee separating Austin. Knight uses one hand to push Austin to the canvas who is feeling the effects on his groin…
The crowd reigned in boos for the young Knight. The man that is LA Knight lifts Austin to his feet, He places his head in his wing, Knight falls to his back bringing the head of Austin spiking into the canvas. Knight nonchalantly covers Austin…
Tom Phillips: “Down right on the knee”
One!
Two!
Austin kicks out, Knight not feeling flustered by the kickout gets to his feet, Knight places his arm around the neck of the Geek, Knight cinches back on the neck causing Austin to claw at Knight's arm, Knight stands to his feet yanking Stone Cold to his feet. LA Knight lifts the man vertically in the air, He takes a few steps forward before falling backwards sending Austin chest first into the canvas…
Mauro Ranallo: “Reverse suplex by Knight gaining all the momentum in this match”
Knight gets his face up close to Austin as he throws out insults to the injured rattlesnake, Austin puts up his hand before shoving his thumb into the eye of Knight. Austin, like a cat, gets to his feet as he begins offloading punches onto Knight. Austin jumps up before landing either leg side of Knight as he throws down a flurry of punches…
Austin gets to his feet as he plays to the crowd's raucous environment, Knight drags himself to the corner as he begins using it to get to his feet, Holding his eye, Austin releasing this sends a boot into the ribs of Knight causing him to fall back into the bottom of the turnbuckle. Austin grabs onto the ropes before unleashing more blows but with his boot connecting on the stomach and chest region of Knight…
Tom Phillips: “Austin creating a new county with the mudhole he is a stomping”
The crowd behind every boot as for the final boot Austin uses the ropes to get a bit more air before bringing the boot down on the head of Knight…
Knight is dazed as Austin stalks Knight around the ring, The Namer of Dummies stumbles to his feet, He is hunched over by another boot by Austin, Austin grabs the hea before attempting a stunner again, Austin is turned around as Knight hits a boot of his own before grabbing the head of Austin, Knight pulls the head of AUSTIN into the canvas as he falls to the side of Austin, The head of Austin spikes off the canvas as Knight goes for the cover…
Tom Phillips: “BFT!”
One
Two
Three
DING DING DING
As the bell rings and the "Million Dollar Megastar" has hand arm raised, he tells the referee to take his dirty hands off him. Knight demands the official fetch him a microphone and he better hurry before Knight does to him what he just did to Austin. The referee moves as quickly as he can, gathering a microphone and promptly handing it to Knight. Knight smiles before feigning to hit the official with a backhand slap. The referee quickly jumps through the middle rope and to the floor, getting as far away from Knight as he can.
LA Knight: YEAH!
The fans can only groan as a LA Knight bragging segment seems imminent.
LA Knight: Now, that is what I call domination. I came in here and did exactly what I said I was going to do. I took this bald headed Dummy and I whooped him from pillar to post. I had to listen to this waste of space all week. On and on and on about how he drank his body weight in beer....
The fans chant "What?"
LA Knight: I said he drank his body weight in beer...
The fans chant "What?" again
LA Knight: I said how he drank his body weight in...'ya know what? Say "What" again if you're a dummy!
For the third time, the fans chant "What?"
LA Knight: Yeah! That's what I thought! All of you are dummies like this redneck right here. He kept talking about how he is going to become Television Champion. Well, the way I look at it is like this...there's only one man worthy enough of being Television Champion. There's only one man that has the rugged, good looks. There's only one man that has the gift of unlimited charisma. There's only one man that all of you came here to see. And that's L...A...Knight!
LA Knight: So why don't I just take a page out of this jabroni's book and call my shot? If anyone is going to be getting a shot at the Television Championship, it's going to be the "Thursday Night Thriller". It's going to be the "Million Dollar Megastar". And there's nothing that any of you slop mouths or any of the monkeys in the back can do about it. The line starts here; so I recommend you all get behind it and get comfortable. But don't worry, I'll be handing out ass whoopings to all of you soon. And that's not an insult; that's just a fact of life!
And with that, Knight tosses the mic out the ring as "Knight Vision" begins playing again and he leaves the ring.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly is shown in a concrete hallway standing next to some generic crates. He's practicing his yo-yo tricks again, trying his best to do fancy stuff with the string mid-roll without getting tangled in any knots. His focus is disrupted and his technique thrown off when his new step-sister Bayley walks into the shot.
Bayley: Hey step-bro! Ding-dong, hello! Haha! That's just a little thing I say, one of my *many* cool catchphrases, NBD. So how's it going anyway? Playing some yo-yo? Nice! Those things can be pretty tuh-ricky, but I'm sure a smart guy like you knows all the stunts, huh?
Kyle looks at her like she's dirty socks.
KO'R: Ugh. Okay. Listen. I know we gotta be nice to each other now cause my Granna and your Dad Miguel got married but last week -
She cuts him off there, the smile of a proud sibling reaching from ear to ear.
Bayley: Last week when we took down The Guild together and showed the whole damn world why you gotta be crazy to mess with the O'Reilly's, I agree, that was a special bonding moment for us. You know I gotta say Kyle, at first, I wasn't sure about us pairing up as a team here in the UWF, but now that I've seen what we're capable of, I think the sky's the limit!
KO'R: We're not a team. I don't need a team.
Bayley: Pfft, of course we're not just a team. You're a tough guy. You've proven what you can do on your own. But us? Together? We're sooooooo much more than that, bro. We're... well, we're family. Bound by step-blood and a drive-through wedding parlor in downtown Reno. There's nothing stronger in the world.
That's how I know you're gonna beat Batista at Slammiversary, buddy! Because we have something The Guild doesn't understand. And you know how I know that?
Kyle crosses his arms and sighs.
KO'R: Hmmmph... ... how do you know that?
Bayley: Because what I have here is first-hand, documented evidence that Dave "The Hollywood Animal" Batista has absolutely zero appreciation for the entire concept of family. Here, check it out.
She whips out her phone, unlocks the screen, does some hasty finger fiddling and then finds what she's looking for. Bayley then shows her step-brother the screen shot of a tweet by his upcoming pay-per-view opponent.
KO'R: Wait... is he... did he just...
Bayley: Well not "just", but yes, that is Batista using his verified twitter account - back when that actually meant something - to throw shade at a film franchise that, first and foremost, or should I say, 2First 2Foremost, is about the values of having, loving, protecting, and racecaring with your family. He clearly doesn't get it. Not like we do.
Kyle's eye twitches as he stares down at the screen.
KO'R: Those are the raddest effing movies, though.
Bayley: I know. So good, right? Especially the uh... ya know... the one with the cars and junk and uh...
The Diabetic Dragon isn't even listening to here. He looks somewhere between the cusp of being violently ill and the edge of flying off the handle. He can't help but let out a scary little chuckle.
KO'R: Aha... ah... I mean... there's no way he's serious, right? Like this is a joke tweet? Cause I know he's friends with Vin Diesel. They did Guardians. Remember Wrestlemania? They must be friends.
Bayley: Friends? Possibly. But Family? With a capital "F"? The concept is lost on the doofus.
KO'R: He's been is so many bad movies, though. He has to know they were bad. He just did Army of the effing Dead. He thinks he's better than Fast and Furious?
Bayley: I know. I know. When I saw it, I felt exactly the way you'd describe however you're feeling now.
KO'R: Nope. No. No way. This isn't okay. This kinda disrespect is bullspit. I gotta... I just can't...
Kyle storms off in a fluster, stomping away down hall looking for answers and retribution. Bayley watches him go, a twisted seductress grin on her face. Revolution rolls on!
Tony Chimel: From Atlanta, Georgia, Making their way to the ring, the American Nightmare, Cody Rhodes!
The pryo goes off as the American Nightmare come out to a huge ovation from the roaring crowd and he has a huge smile on his face.
As Wherever I May Roam blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Wardlow. The crowd boos the pair loudly, Ciampa hold the Intercontinental Championship in the air and shouts "THIS IS MY MOMENT"
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Wardlow from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the UWF Intercontinental Champion The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Keeping the championship held in the air, Ciampa quickly moves his empty hand down and a black and gold pyro bursts out of the stage as the pair makes their way to the ring. Wardlow making sure his boss doesn’t get harassed by any of the fans. As the pair reach the ring Wardlow sits on the ropes and lets Ciampa in. Ciampa climbs a turnbuckle and holds the championship aloft, allowing a single spotlight to hit it and let it shine.
Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and stares at his championship, like Gollum staring at the one ring, he then touches the centre and stares for a second. He would then hand the Intercontinental Championship to Wardlow, telling him to take care of her. Ciampa then gets in his corner.
VS 
DING DING DING
Cody comes out of the corner and walks right up to Ciampa. The two lock horns and are pressed forehead to forehead, neither man backing down an inch. Cody backs away after awhile and instead offers his hand. Cody was once UWF's most reviled and hated competitor and so Ciampa contemplates just decking him right there but it wasn't too long ago Ciampa found himself in the same boat. He decides to shake his hand and the crowd pops huge for the show of respect. They back away and go for a tie up. Cody gets him in a side Headlock and starts wrenching on his head but Tommaso gives him a few punches to the ribs to break his grasp. He shoves him forward into the ropes and Cody bounces off them chest first, walking backwards into a stiff Forearm to the lower spine! Cody falls to his knees arching his back in pain but Ciampa just gives him a straight Boot to the side of the head! He goes for the pin right away!
1 . . .
Cody kicks out! Ciampa gives him a good ol' fashioned punch to the fake to keep him down. He grabs Cody by the arm and drags him over to the corner where he's seated against the turnbuckles. Ciampa walks to the adjacent corner and lines him up before moving in for the Running Knee to the face! Cody looks like he's seeing stars but Ciampa isn't done with him yet. He pulls him up and lifts him over his shoulder. He's setting him up for the Air Raid Crash but Cody manages to flip all the way over and turn it into a Sunset Flip!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Ciampa gets the shoulder up! Both men rush to their feet but Cody eats a stiff lariat that lands him flat on his back. Ciampa doesn't decide to do anything pretty or innovative, instead opting to just kick him while he's down. It's clear he's getting some frustrations out, having to deal with Sami Zayn will do that to you, but the ref comes over and intervenes, backing him away to get Cody an opportunity to get up. Ciampa is annoyed with the ref but backs up a little bit. Cody gets up to his knees and Ciampa figures good enough. He walks over to him but eats a shot to the ribs for his trouble. Cody fights his way back to his feet but a well timed knee to the gut cuts off his momentum. Ciampa throws Cody to the ropes but the American Nightmare springboards off the second rope and hits the Disaster Kick! Ciampa was caught off guard and decides to roll out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: Looks like that kick hit right square on the target.
Corey Graves: Ciampa's gonna have to suck it up if he even wants a chance at surviving a Helluva Kick come Slammiversary.
Mauro Ranallo: We're looking too far into the future, because it looks like Cody is looking to take control of this match.
Ciampa doesn't notice that Cody has climbed to the top rope and is watching him from up above. Tommaso turns around and eats a Diving Crossbody to the floor! There's a loud thud where the two bodies collided with the mat and Cody gets to his feet holding his ribs. He picks up Ciampa and throws him back into the ring. The former Intercontinental Champion is getting top his feet while Cody climbs up onto the apron. Ciampa doesn't even realize that Rhodes jumps onto the ropes and connects with the Cody Cutter! He makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Ciampa kicks out! Cody picks him back up and sets him up for the Cross Rhodes. Ciampa however is able to lift his knee up and ram it into the top of Cody's dome! It stuns him enough for Tommaso to break free and Ciampa turns around and gives him a Reverse STO! He keeps Cody flat on his face and takes his arm, flipping over into a Bridging Fujiwara Armbar!
Corey Graves: There you go Ciampa, rip his arm out of it's socket!
Tom Phillips: Cody could be in a lot of trouble right here.
You can see the pain in Rhodes' face but he doesn't give in. He bites down on his lip, trying to send the pain elsewhere. It helps a little bit but he still looks to be on the verge of tapping out. Ciampa pulls even harder but it turns Cody's body up just enough for him to roll all the way over and flip onto his back. Ciampa's bridge is broken and Cody quickly grabs his arms and turns to flip his shoulder onto the mat in a crucifix pin!
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2 . . .
Ciampa gets out just in time! This time it's Cody who rolls away to the ropes to create some separation between he and Ciampa. Tommaso is roaring to go as he walks over to him and lift him up from over the ropes. Cody grabs him and hangs him on the top rope causing him to retreat to the center of the ring. Cody comes back in and gives him a Bulldog! He drags him closer to the corner and goes to climb to the top rope. He's a bit slower, holding onto his shoulder but he manages and looks back at him. He hasn't moved so he attempts a Moonsault but Ciampa rolls out of the way! Cody is up on his knees form the impact and Ciampa comes over right away and shoves his head between his legs. He hooks both arms and hits him with the Fairy Tale Ending! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tommaso Ciampa!
Ciampa sits up and looks down at Cody, giving him a few pats on the chest for a job well done, but he still got the win this week. He holds up his index finger, indicating that he'll soon be the #1 contender to the UWF Championship. As Wherever I May Roam plays over the loudspeaker, Ciampa looks out into the crowd and nods, asking for a mic from Chimel, the ring announcer passes his off to Ciampa who pats him on the back in thanks. Checking the mic to make sure it works, Ciampa begins to speak.
Ciampa: First off I’d like to thank Tony Chimel for letting me use his mic, don’t worry Chimel I won’t have it for long. First off Cody i’d like to thank you for a great match. Really put me through my paces there and with the match I have coming up at Slammiversary, I need all the tuning up possible so thanks for that kid, your dad would be proud of you.
Urging the audience to applaud his opponent, Ciampa would be met with a chorus of claps and the crowd chanting Dusty,
Ciampa: Hopefully wherever Dusty is folks, he hears that. In the build up to this match however I said some unsavory things towards Cody and his dad. I immediately regretted it but didn’t get a chance to apologize before the match so i’ll do that now: Dusty was a great man and I shouldn’t have used him to get an advantage over Cody.
The crowd would cheer Ciampa as he seems genuinely sorry for what he did.
Ciampa: At Slammiversary I finally have a chance to show everyone what I have been saying for the past year: that I am truly the best in this company. Last Slammiversary I defeated Dolph Ziggler to retain the prime time medal and that let me go onto face Seth Rollins at the Royal Rumble were I won my Goldie and we spent 7 great months together.
This time at Slammiversary I get my chance to finally solidify myself as the true number one contender to the UWF Championship, I didn’t get my shot at Punk. I didn’t get my shot at Seth and I didn’t get a shot at Edge. Shark Boy if you do retain at Slammiversary, i’m coming for you. I may be a different man than I was at last Slammiversary but the goal remains the same: get the UWF Championship at all costs.
Looking into the hard cam as he said this, you could feel the electricity in the air as it seems Ciampa is talking directly to Shark Boy.
Ciampa: I want to address that actually. My recent change in attitude. You see these last few months, ever since I lost Goldie, I realized something had to change and it had to be me but I knew I couldn’t do it by myself. Sure I tried but that other part of me would always pull me back in and the rage would win out, so I sought out help and these past two months i’ve found that help and that man is here tonight. Ladies and Gentlemen, my guru....
Ciampa would beckon up to the ramp, the camera focusing on it. After a few seconds a familiar voice would be heard over the loudspeaker
BADA BING
BADA BOOM
BADA BANG
DDP would make his way out onto the ramp as the crowd immediately cheered the legend. Making his way down to the ring and highfiving fans, he would slide into the ring and bring Ciampa into a hug, lifting up his proteges arms and pointing at him. Ciampa would hand him off the mic.
DDP: JUST LIKE THE DIAMOND CUTTER…. NONE OF YOU SAW THiS COMING. AT SLAMMIVERSARY A NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER WILL BE CROWNED AND IT WILL BE MY MAN…… TOMMASO CIAMPA.
DDP would drop the mic and once again lift the arm of Ciampa as the pair leave the ring and make their way up the ramp.
The feed then transitions to show Sami Zayn watching the match from a monitor backstage.
Sami Zayn: So I've been watching the show, from a safe distance of course and I couldn't help but notice that both of my opponents ended up walking away with a W this week. Impressive. That's what I'd normally say but when you look at the competition they were up against... I mean sure, Matt Riddle was a good UFC fighter who just couldn't keep his temple clean but when was the last time you saw him in UWF? He's been fighting cans on the indies, of course he's not up to snuff against even the lowest of the UWF roster.
Then you got Cody Rhodes. The less said about him the better. It's actually kind of sad to see where he's at these days. He's delusional if he thinks he can help lead people to become better. He's not Sami Zayn. I got people flocking to be under my wing meanwhile Cody couldn't pay someone to to be their mentor. Tomasso Ciampa and Eddie Kingston should beat their opponents tonight but me, I'm going up against a man so violent, his name doesn't even do it justice. These two losers get easy competition that they could sleepwalk their way to victory but me? I get the Prime Time Medal holder. It may be some fake little trophy and not a real championship like this bad boy but he still fought for and retained that thing enough times to grant him an IC title shot. I'd congratulate him but I've been too busy to actually see the quality of his opponents. For all i know he only had to beat Cody Rhodes and Matt Riddle.
So EC3 decided to try and get one up on me this week but I'll prove him wrong just like I do each and every one of you people. Nothing is stopping Sami Zayn from becoming the next UWF Champion.
After a few moments, we go TO THE BACK~! Standing in what would be the normal interview area, there is no reporter waiting to introduce their next subject of interest. Rather, one mister Trevor Lee is stood, watching the monitor at the ever-famous awkward TV angle that is clearly known to give an advantage in studying footage through years upon years of scientific research.
Currently, it is showcasing LA Knight's performance earlier in the night, as well as their callout of the current UWF Television Champion. As the footage comes to a close, Trevor Lee is seen nodding his head, then turns to his side, the camera panning over to show that Andy Williams is there as well, a blank stare at the monitor.
Trevor Lee: "Well, well, well, well, well...lookie 'ere, Andy - I got people comin' outta' the darn woodworks to come challenge for my lil' ol' piece o' Harlan Gold~!"
Giving a beaming smirk towards his friend, The Butcher remains silent, keeping their gaze fixed on the monitor as it flashes over to the UWF graphic.
Trevor Lee: "I mean, first ya' got good ol' Stone Cold thinkin' he actually got what it takes to dethrone the soon-to-be fourth-longest reignin' U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion in this place's eleven-year history, an' now ya' got mista' Knight, the self-proclaimed mega-star."
With Lee adding a bit of sass onto the nickname of who is perhaps his newest challenger, The Butcher just...remains silent once more.
Trevor Lee: "Honestly, though, I must say, that was quite an impressive showin' for mista' Knight there, don'cha think so, Andy?"
Another stone-faced expression meets Trevor's gaze.
Trevor Lee: "...Of course that's what you'd be thinkin' 'bout. No worries, though, Andy - whether ya' help me 'gainst 'em or nah, I'm pretty darn sure I'm still walkin' away as champion..."
Without a verbal response, Lee turns back to the monitor, watching on once more.
Ranallo: The following contest is set for one-fall!
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.
Chimel: Introducing first, from Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!
Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.
"Homicide" by LL Cool J hits the PA System and out comes the "Notorious 187" Homicide!
Homicide comes out and the fans cheer. Homicide puts the gun signs up and than he fake shoots his pretend guns and makes his way down to the ring as the fans cheer him.
Chimel: And his opponent, from Cocunut Creek, Florida by way of Brooklyn New York, the UWF Prime Time Medalist, the Notorious 187 Homicide!!!
Homicide enters the ring and gets to the top turnbuckle removing his bandana and throwing it to the fans. He throws up a gang sign representing his LAX days. Homicide than jumps down from the turnbuckle and is ready for the fight at hand.
Tony steps out of the ring and after ensuring both competitors are ready for action, the Referee calls for the bell!
VS 
DING DING
When the bell sounds, Homicide takes a few steps to the side like he's about to circle the perimeter of the ring. That's just a fake out though. Instead, he explodes forward, coming at Zayn with a full sprint. Sami's already committed his posture to bracing himself for the feigned movement. When the Notorious 187 comes barreling at him at top speed, he's caught hella off guard.
Homicide launches himself through the air and lands a Flying Knee smack dab in the Forever Champ's face! It connects like a gosh dang cannonball. A homerun strike. Shin crunches nose and jaw and Sami is blasted into smithereens!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! THE BMF Medalist hits a BMF Knee to send Sami Zayn to the Land of Wind and Ghosts!
Phillips: I think he just knocked Sami out cold!
Sami's toast, but the Running Flying Knee hits with so much force than the impact sends him tumbling and stumbling all the way through the ropes. He crashes down to the arena floor. The capacity crowd was all cheers when Homicide hit the maneuver, but they're deflated when Sami winds up on the outside, feeling robbed of a quick and easy victory for their boy.
The Primetime Medalist doesn't seem so concerned, though. He's amped up to the max, pumping his fists and shaking the ropes, getting all kinds of riled. His energy is infectious and gets the fans back into it. Nearby, on the outside, his corner man Dan Lambert gives him a few claps then tells him to get back to work.
Graves: That charlatan Dan Lambert should be barred from ringside, and as far as I'm concerned, that was an illegal knee. Not that I'd expect anything less from an ex-Cartel member.
Ranallo: No such thing as ex-Cartel, Corey. The Cartel is for life.
Phillips: Blood in, blood out.
Homicide drops down and rolls to the outside. He scoops his opponent off of the floor by a handful of hair, then feeds a right hook into his temple. Sami stumbles away, struggling to stay on his feet. As he backs away, he has to rely on the steel steps to keep himself afloat.
Up in the ring, the Referee is urging the competitors to get bring the action back into the squared circle. Homicide isn't in any rush to do so. He's out here to put a hurting on the Forever Champ as a favour to his pal Eddie Kingston. When the third man sees that this isn't getting back into the regulated zone any time soon, he starts up a ten count...
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2...
The Notorious 187 pursues Zayn to the steps. Grabbing him the back of the head again, he lifts up and then slams Sami into the stairs face-first, pancaking his mug off the cold, hard metal.
3...
Sami recoils, bleeding from the lip. There's no rest for the wicked - Homicide proceeds to whips him into the barricade, much to the delight of the fans sitting there.
4...
Zayn sits up against the rail, seeing stars. Homicide runs in and blasts him with a Mafia Kick, washing that bloodied up face with the bottom of his boot. Shout out Otani.
5...
Phillips: Homicide is just taking it to Sami Zayn right now.
Graves: For a guy who's so proud of all this so-called "MMA training" he's done, this sure looks like the same dishonorable, garbage wrestling he was infamous for years ago.
Ranallo: Just because Homicide has added layers to his game - courtesy some hard work at American Top Team - that doesn't mean he can't go back and play the classics every now and then.
6...
Homicide yanks his opponent off of the ground. Sami finally musters up the strength to fire back with a European Uppercut. It lands flush, but the BMF Medalist shakes it off with a condescending laugh and then dummies the guy with a vicious elbow strike.
7...
Dan Lambert circles the ring to remind his guy that the count it getting late. Homicide nods and drags Zayn up and back towards the ring. He rolls him under the bottom rope just before the eight count can be called then slides in after him.
Ever the wily competitor, Sami snags him on the way in with a snappy Schoolboy pinning attempt, hoping to eek out a surprise win to put an end to the onslaught. The Referee drops down to count it...
1...
Zayn shoots his legs out for some extra leverage with an assist from the ropes...
2...
The Referee notices Sami's attempt to cheat and calls off the count. Homicide breaks loose as Sami pleads his innocence to the Official, who isn't having none of it.
Phillips: Sami tried to steal the win there but the Referee caught it in the nick of time.
Ranallo: And it looks like Homicide isn't too happy about it!
He super isn't. The Notorious 187 tackles the kneeling Zayn into the mat, quickly maneuvering into a full mount position and then unleashing some torrential ground-and-pound. At first, it's all elbows, which Sami finds a way to endure by turtling up with his arms. When Homicide loses patience and starts dropping live round with some closed fists, the Referee intervenes.
Homicide is given a warning and when that doesn't work, it's a five count. He uses up most of it before getting up off Zayn. While the Referee takes him aside to admonish him for the illegal punches, Homicide is barking back about Sami's getting what he deserves for trying to cheat to win.
In all the kerfuffle and confusion, Sami has time to catch his breath and recover enough to spring into action. Darting forward, he clips his opponent in the back of the knee with a ruthless chopblock. The crowd hisses and boos as their beloved Primetime Medalist buckles.
Graves: And just like that, Zayn is back in this thing!
Ranallo: Homicide lost his cool and it cost him his momentum. Will Zayn be able to capitalize further now, or has he enudred too much damage already?
No doubt that Sami is pretty banged up after the beating Homicide has put on it him. Still, he finds the resolve to get back to a vertical base. He pushes his hair our of his face, wipes the blood from his lips, takes a deep breath and gets to work.
Grabbing Homicide up off the canvas, he feeds a few forearm clubs to his back to keep him tender. With his opponent too rattled to fight back now, Sami slides behind him, hooks an arm and the waistband then sends him soaring with an impressive Half-and-half suplex. After his neck crumbles into the canvas, Homicide is left stunned and prone. Zayn dives on him to try for a cover...
1...
2...
No! Homicide kicks out at two! Sami scowls at the Referee but gets back to work. Again, he brings his foe to his feet and then whips him into the nearest corner. Homicide slams into the buckle and collapses with his arms hanging over the ropes.
Ranallo: Homicide is too beat up to realize it, but he's in perfect position for a Helluva Kick...
Graves: And just like that, Sami Zayn is about to put the Number One Contender for Danhausen's Intercontinental Championship away.
Zayn heads across the ring, moving a little slower than he'd like while he nurses some bumps and bruises. Once he reaches the far post, though, he seems to find a second wind. With his target in place, Sami explodes across the ring diagonally, looking to deliver a fatal blow. His boot comes headhunting...
But Homicide moves out of the way just in time to avoid it! Sami pulls up so that he doesn't can himself on the ropes. When he turns around, though, the Notorious 187 is waiting for him. Homicide jumps up, catches the neck, and drops the guy with a Gringo Cutter!
Zayn eats a face full of wrestling ring. Homicide then rolls him over and shoots the half...
1...
2...
Sami shoots a foot out and catches the ropes just in time to save himself. The Referee points that out to Homicide, who can't believe it. Dan Lambert is just losing it at ringside.
Graves: Well at least this Referee is keeping it consistent with one eye on the ropes at all times.
Phillips: Zayn was lucky that he landed so close. If Homicide had hit that cutter in the middle of the ring, this would have all been over.
Graves: I'd be a lot more thankful this Thanksgiving if you took your hypotheticals and stuffed 'em up your turkey, Phillips.
Though he may have survived the Gringo Cutter, Sami is in dire straights. Homicide pulls him off the canvas and makes a slashing gesture across his neck, evidently calling for something more severe. The way he's bending him over and hooking his arms suggest a Gringo Killer.
Something catches his eye, though - it's El Generico running down the ramp, looking for trouble. The fans boo the heck out of the interruption and obvious distraction. Dan Lambert circles back around to that side of the ring to cut him off, while the Official heads over to tell him to go away.
It's all just some heinous misdirection. La Luchadora climbs out from under the ring. Lord knows when she got under there in the first place. She snags the Primetime Medal from the timekeeper's table and creeps into the ring. Homicide hears someone coming, so he lets go of Zayn and turns around to investigate. Just as he does so, though, Sami nails him with a low blow, which sets up a cheap shot to the head with the Medal!
Phillips: No! Sami and his goons are it it again!
Ranallo: Is there no justice in the world?
Luchadora vanishes from sight - out of the ring and back under it. As the Irish say, she's in Heaven before the Devil knows she's dead. Generico hightails it up the ramp while Lambert chases him. The Referee turns around and all he sees is Zayn rolling up Homicide with a Small Package and doesn't know any better than to drop down and count it...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SAMI ZAYN!
Zayn's music hits the PA. He releases Homicide and stumbles to his feet just long enough to have his hand raised before getting the heck out of dodge to avoid and reprisals.
Ranallo: I for one am sick and tired of seeing Sami Zayn use El Generico and La Luchadora to steal wins. Somebody needs to put a stop to these... these menaces!
Phillips: He'll have his work cut out for him when he faces two of the toughest wrestlers in the biz at Slammiversary. I just worry that he'll use these same nefarious tactics to secure himself a Contendership for the UWF Championship.
Graves: If Homicide can't handle a little bit of rule-bending, he's going to have his work cut out for him when he faces Danhausen. That little freak is as tricky as they come.
As Zayn hightails it up the ramp, Homicide comes to in the ring. He has some unsavoury words for the Forever Champ. Thankfully he isn't mic'd up. Cause it's quite rude. With La Luchadora still under the ring, Revolution rolls on!
The screen opens up to a nice suburban house in the suburbs duh. The focus quickly turns to start following UWFs Cody Rhodes. Cody begins to talk to the camera as they slowly but surely make their way towards the door.
Cody Rhodes: “Cody Rhodes: So I am here at Leyton's crib and I am here for a good reason. Since the young kid doesn't want to accept my challenge. I will have no choice to use force to make him say yes. So here is a nice neighborhood by the way. But it is a shame that there are going to be a huge fight happening sooner than later because Leyton have to act like a little scared punk to fight me. So I will have no problem to bring the fight to him. Here it goes.”
Cody stops before checking the door knob to no avail. Cody shrugs his shoulders before remarking directly into the camera for the folks watching at home..
“Well I tried to not damage the door”
Cody uses his size 18 boot up and through the door taking the piece of wood for a ride off its hinges, Cody is confronted by a startled Leyton Buzzard who appears to be wearing a stained tee and slacks…
Cody gets jumped by Leyton who leaps across the room and begins swinging down punches, Cody pushes Leyton off before pulling out a drawer sending it into the stomach of Leyton…
Buzzard hunched over as Cody rips the drawer of its railing, He lifts the wooden draw above his head before bringing it down over the neck of The Bristol Born Bastard, The wood splinters everywhere as the american nightmare grabs the slacks and tee of Buzzard before catapulting him into the mirror above the dresser…
Buzzard looks dazed as he is hung over the dresser, Bristol's first born son fires back at Rhodes with an elbow of destructive power, Rhodes gasp for breath before Buzzard grabs the head of Cody as he runs his feet up the wall, The American Nightmare catches him mid rotation as he reverses the attempt, He runs Buzzard back first into the railing off the stairs which splinters, Cody gets to his feet as he grabs Buzzard by the ears…
“Accept the match!”
“No”
Leyton spits blood from his mouth right in the face of Cody. Buzzard tackles Rhodes, Both men collide into the wall but the wall can’t handle the mass of humanity as both men go through the wall. Dust and dry wall particles fill the air as Rhodes pushes Buzzard off, The two men gather themselves in the new location, Buzzard’s bathroom…
Buzzard grabs Rhodes by the stomach before hoisting and throwing him over head, Rhodes lands back first into the toilet as a chunk of porcelain cracks under the whole weight of Cody landing atop it…
“Leave me alone… I am sick of your attempts to goad me into this damned match…”
“YOU COWARD ARE LETTING EVERYONE DOWN…”
As Cody rasps out, Leyton’s demeanor changes like he has been possessed. Buzzard grabs the porcelain piece off the ground, He looks down at the piece in his hands as Cody is trying to control his breathing as he is attempting to use his elbows to get up, Buzzard strikes with a boot before kneeling down on the throat of Cody…
Buzzard lifts the porcelain high before swinging it down as dust flies everywhere, Cody begins bleeding profusely. Leyton looks at his hands shocked as if he killed a man. Buzzard falls backwards as he stands up realizing the destructive potential. Cody looks up and face is a crimson red, his pearly white smile is the only color other than red on his face…
Buzzard looks like astonished by the refusal to quit by Rhodes, Buzzard turns tail as he begins making his way back towards his front door, The bristol born bastard makes his way up the stairs stumbling, The leg of Leyton is caught as he trips up the stairs, A blood soaked Cody Rhodes holds on…
“Leave me alone I can’t, I won’t”
“Accept the matc*cough*h”
Buzzard rips his leg free as he keeps his distance from Rhodes who's hot on his trail, They get atop the stairs Buzzard looks down at his boot again Rhodes holding on yet again, Buzzard fed up trying to run, he turns and throws a boot down onto the hand of Cody…
Rhodes, through the pain, holds onto the sweats as he uses them to pull himself eye to eye with Leyton. Buzzard in tears as the unrelenting force of Rhodes has him shocked…
“You’re letting everyone d--”
Before the words even leave the lips of Rhodes, Buzzard throws him through the railing, Rhodes CRASHES down hard on the wooden floors which bend under the weight of Rhodes, Buzzard looks down at Cody who despite the EIGHT foot drop through the floorboards sits up…
“I am not”
“I AM NOT“
“I AM NOT!”
Blood begins dripping down the sides of Leyton’s mouth as he looks down at the defiance by Rhodes. Cody by instinct stumbles to his feet, He puts up the middle finger at Buzzard…
“Accept my match!”
Buzzard looks down, shakes his head, He looks at Cody one more time as blood rolls down his jaw, Buzzard in tears as he has been confronted by an immovable object, Cody smiles face soaked like a scene from Carrie, His pearly whites stick out…
Buzzard looks down, almost crying as he wales…
“Fine you’ve got the damned match. You don’t know what you’ve unleashed…”
Buzzard runs before leaping off the edge of the railing. Cody sees Leyton flying through the sky but is unable to react. Buzzard lands knees first into the chest of Cody, sending both men backwards into the floor. Both men go through the floorboards of the home as both men take the brunt of the high impact move…
Buzzard and Cody both don't stir as red and blue lights fill the room for an awkward moment. The men both begin to stir as they use each other to get to their knees, They begin throwing haymakers at each other, Both men fall backwards with each strike and both keep coming back with stronger strikes …
Both men are restrained by the police who file into the room. Both men are handcuffed as they continue to try and fight, the officers put Cody in the back of the police cruiser, his blood soaking into the cruiser's seats. Leyton is taken to another car, both men soaked in blood as the police drive off presumably to take both men down to the station as they drive off leaving a wake of destruction…
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 guests at this time, "The Hollywood Animal" Batista and The Guild.
The Miz: Thanks for having us, Renee. I’m excited, Goldust is excited, even Batista is excited!
Renee Young: Well before we get into why the three of you are so excited, I’ve gotta say I’m surprised to see the, “Hollywood Animal” tonight because earlier, we saw him at a red carpet premiere.
The Miz: Batista’s a busy man with a lot of obligations and makes sure to fulfill all of them, Renee.
Renee Young: And I’m sure he can speak for himself but that behavior isn’t my place to correct. Now, what’s the cause for all the excitement?
The Miz: The cause for excitement is, despite recent setbacks, The Guild are all back on the same page and like Batista said earlier tonight, at Slammiversary…
As Batista and The Guild are wrapping things up, Kyle O'Reilly comes in OUTTA nowhere, walking into the frame from the opposite side. The A-Listers look like they're ready to jump the Diabetic Dragon again but he puts his hands up to calm everyone down.
KO'R: Relax! Relax! I'm not doin' nothing here!
He innocently places his hands behind his back as he comes to stop, only Renee Young, some air and opportunity in between the Slammiversary opponents now.
KO'R: I mean my hands are behind my back, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm being a good boy.
Smiling all proud of himself, he nods to Renee then turns towards the camera.
KO'R: You know the UWF told me I gotta relax, cause, ya know... I came here today and I had a screwdriver in my pocket.
The crowd watching out in the arena can be heard laughing. Kyle chuckles a little too, but in a super unnerving sort of way. He keeps going, though, still with those hands behind his back.
KO'R: I went - I went under the ring, I got me a wrench, and they said "Ya know Kyle... uh, please don't do that."
When I should.
He blows past Renee and steps to these Hollywood superstars. His hands aren't behind his back anymore. Young does her best to keep the mic in his grill cause Kyle ain't done yet. Batista calms his goons down, placing a hand on each of their chests to hold them back. Big Dave is willing to hear the Canadian Psycho out - at least for now. O'Reilly points a finger at his face.
KO'R: I should go right after your eyes. I should go after your tongue and rip it out your mouth. Look at me. Look - at - me.
Seeing that The Guild are chomping at the bit to go after him, Kyle points at the Miz and Goldust and offers a warning.
KO'R: You two be easy. You two be easy. You better look at me.
As Kyle gets more amped up, his blood sugar clearly sky rocketing, Batista takes a pace back and pushes The Guild fellas in front of himself, creating a barrier betwixt his money maker and the Human Swiss Army Knife.
KO'R: Yeah! Put 'em in front of you but look at me and understand somethin'...
Don't you ever in your life disrespect the Fast and Furious franchise like that! Those movies built Hollywood! Those movies made stars! All these people like me, who like fast stuff and their families and following their dreams - they made! They made me! And they're my blood!
Kyle slaps down on his arm like he's getting a vein ready for an injection, then points a finger right back up at The Hollywood Animal.
KO'R: Because of them I didn't commit suicide. Do you understand that? That's reality! That's real! I'd die for those movies! I'd cry for those movies! And you disrespect them? I should bury you where you stand.
That threat is enough to send things over the edge. The Guild start swinging on Kyle while Batista backs away, letting his thugs do the dirty work. It's a flurry of fists and vengeance and it's hard to say who's hitting who where. Renee Young hightails it outta there just as Bayley comes in with lead pipe to even the odds! She hardly gets a crack in before a gaggle of security squad members rush over to break things up, dragging both parties away in opposite directions while curses are volleyed back and forth. Revolution rolls on!
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.
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.
Tony 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.
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Right when the bell rings, Danhausen starts to slowly lift his fingers, getting ready to curse Shark Boy. Grado however hops on the apron and pulls his fist back, threaten he's gonna rock his world if he doesn't stop with that curse nonsense. Danhausen instead turns his attention to him and curses Grado! Grado is outraged and goes to enter the ring but trips on the ropes and face plants! He covers his face and rolls out of the ring but it was enough of a distraction to allow Shark Boy to run over and start hammering away at the Intercontinental Champion.
Tom Phillips: Lesson number one when going up against Danhausen, never draw the ire of the cursehausen!
Corey Graves: Ugh I hope this match is over quickly.
Shark Boy has backed Danhausen into the corner where he's unloading with a barrage of lefts and rights. The very nice but very evil being falls to a seated position where Shark Boy begins to stomp a mudhole in him and proceeds to walk it dry. The ref checks on Danhausen who looks out of it but he still attempts to pick himself up. The UWF Champion comes running over but his opponent gets the boot up and decks him right in the face. Shark Boy walks back a few paces and Danhausen comes running out of the corner only to get taken down with a Lou Thez Press followed by another flurry of punches! Danhausen does his best to cover up and rolls away to the apron. Shark Boy comes over through the ropes to pick him up but Danhausen gives him a few punches to the gut to hunch him over. He follows up by sunset flipping over, grabbing his waist and twisting in the air into a German Suplex! He makes the pin!
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Shark Boy kicks out! The Intercontiental Champion picks up the UWF Champion and is looking to prove that he belongs in the main event. He lifts him up onto his shoulders but Shark Boy starts to kick his feet. He slips off behind him and shoves him into the ropes. Danhausen hangs on to prevent the rebound and so Sharky comes running at him. Danhausen ducks down and sends him up and over to the floor below! The Very Evil man decides not to give him any rest as he exits out onto the apron and starts nailing him with the Tequila Kicks! He's running up and down the apron to the tune of "Tequila" but as he moves in for the last one, Shark Boy catches his foot and pulls him off the apron, his face hitting the side of the ring hard on the way down!
Mauro Ranallo: Oof! Looks like Danhausen might have a few extra teeth to add to the collection after that.
Corey Graves: You know what, I'm fine with seeing teeth in a Danhausen match if he's picking up his own.
Shark Boy picks up Danhausen and tosses him right back into the ring. The Intercontinental Champion crawls on all fours to the middle of the ring and holds his mouth, making sure the teeth are all still there. Shark Boy slides into the ring and looks at the downed man. He starts to walk around Danhausen, circling his prey while he's got his hand on his head like a shark's fin even though it should be on his back but whatever. Danhausen is up and Shark Boy comes off the ropes and gives him a Running Spear only using his head instead of his shoulder! The face painted freak goes down and Shark Boy makes the cover!
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Danhausen kicks out! Shark Boy brings him back up and takes him to the corner where he smashes his face in a few times on the top turnbuckle. Danhausen looks dazed once more so Shark Boy turns him around so that he's leaning against the corner before he goes out to the apron and climbs to the top rope. He's setting him up for the Dead Sea Drop but Danhausen fights back with some upward punches to stun Sharky long enough to pull him out of the corner onto his shoulders! Danhausen walks with him to the center of the ring before hitting the Very Nice, Very Kneevil! Shark Boy goes down and Danhausen makes the cover!
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Shark Boy kicks out! Danhausen walks over to his corner and grabs his legendary artifact, the jar of teeth! He comes over to the UWF Champion who is on his hands and knees and goes to pour the teeth down his gullet but... the mask doesn't have a mouth hole. Danhausen tries to lift the mask off his face but figures that'd a little too evil even for him. Who would do such a thing? Instead he just tries to kind of jam them into where Shark Boys mouth would be and it almost works as he can feel Shark Boy opening up his mouth but it's only to bite down on his hand! Danhausen drops the jar of teeth and they go tumbling around the ring. Danhausen can't get away so instead he just gives him a straight up Headbutt! This breaks the grasp and Danhausen picks up Shark Boy and gives him a Back Suplex onto the teeth! The UWF Champion arches his back in pain but Danhausen shoves him right back onto the teeth and makes the pin.
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Shark Boy kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: These two are proving just why they are champions here in UWF.
Corey Graves: Ehh, I prefer Sami Zayn and Trevor Lee.
Danhausen grabs Shark Boy and brings him up to his feet. He hooks him in the double underhook, setting him up for the Goodnighthausen but Shark Boy runs forward and backs his opponent up into the corner where he throws a few Shoulder Thrusts. Shark Boy then climbs up to the middle rope and gives the fans the ol' 10 punch count. The crowd is chanting along with each hit but instead of a 10th punch, he bites down on the head of Danhausen! Shark Boy walks away jacking his jaws and turns back to finish up but gets leveled with a Big Boot! Danhausen scoops up as many teeth that are scattered on the mat by him and jams into the eye holes of shark Boy's mask, hoping they'll fall into his mouth maybe or else he might just take out an eye. Very evil. He backs away and gets a running start for another Big Boot but Shark Boy ducks it and pops up to his feet. Danhausen turns around only to get kicked in the gut and planted with a Chummer! Shark Boy makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Shark Boy!
As Shark Boy is celebrating his victory atop the turnbuckle, the crowd’s reactions turn from jubilant cheers into complete disarray as a man hops the barricade and slides into the ring. He runs up behind Shark Boy and pushes him off the top turnbuckle to the outside! Shark Boy attempts to catch himself on the barricade, but he’s falling too fast and though he’s mostly upright on the barricade, it catches him in the ribs and under his chin.
Mauro Ranallo:
MAMA MIA! Shark Boy has just been unceremoniously dumped to the outside by an unknown renegade!
Tom Phillips
And if I were a betting man, I’d know exactly who I’d place my money on it being.
Corey Graves
I’ll take that bet.
While Shark Boy attempts to regain the wind that was knocked out of him, the hooded individual throws down his hood to reveal…it’s…it’s Christian. The crowd is stunned, expecting to have seen the Rated R Superstar handling his busywork, instead of his hetero life mate. Before security can even react, Grado comes down the ramp, power walking like he’s never power walked before, pointing and hollering at Christian much to the crowd’s delight. Christian doesn’t even let Grado get halfway down the ramp before he slides out of the ring and charges at the C.U.N.T. member and the two side pieces began exchanging a flurry of blows on the entrance ramp.
Mauro Ranallo:
It’s pandemonium in the arena as Christian has come to give Shark Boy his receipt from the brawl earlier in the show!
Tom Phillips
I don’t know if these four men will EVER stop fighting each other!
Corey Graves
Let them fight I say. Also, you owe me five hundred bucks, Phillips. Your bet was wrong.
Tom Phillips
I never agreed to that.
The crowd both egg on Grado and attempt to rile up the UWF Champion when from the side of the crowd opposite the ramp, ANOTHER man hops the barricade, but this one isn’t disguised at all. It’s unmistakeably Edge this time, who hits Shark Boy with a running big boot to knock him off the barricade. Shark Boy is on all fours, still regaining his breath while trying to crawl away as Edge reaches under the ring for his weapon of choice. He pulls out two steel chairs, tossing one to the ground and wielding the other in his hands. Raising it up, it brings it crashing down on the back of the UWF Champion, who flattens out on the ground after the impact for a moment, before getting back to a crawling position, heading for the stairs. Each motion from Shark Boy is met with a smack of the chair to his back, both flat and the edge of the chair being driven wherever Edge thinks it’ll cause the most damage. At the stairs the onslaught stops, as Shark Boy gets one hand on the steps. He attempts a wild kick just to create distance, which Edge dodges, smirking all the while. Shark Boy almost fully pulls himself up to a vertical base, but as he does, Edge brings the top edge of the chair down on the hand bracing himself on the stairs. Shark Boy’s cry of pain can be heard to the top of the arena, but it does get him to a full vertical base. His back hits the barricade as he starts to shake the pain out of his hand, hoping it’s not broken as Edge closes in for another chair shot. Shark Boy dodges this one with a kick to Edge’s gut, followed up by an instinctual punch to Edge’s face which stuns the number one contender. However it was with the bad hand which causes Shark Boy immense pain. With Edge reeling, Shark Boy slides into the ring just to create distance. Edge recovers and sees his prey has changed locations and slides in with the chair to join him. However once inside the ring, Shark Boy kicks at Edge to down him and puts him in position for a Peruvian Necktie! Edge struggles to find a way out of the situation, grabbing the ropes, clawing at his foe, but he’s fading fast. His face going from red to purple inside of the chokehold, but Shark Boy refuses to release the hold, cranking more pressure on instead!
Corey Graves
Someone’s gotta get in there! Shark Boy is unhinged! He’s choking the life out of a loving husband and father and everyone is cheering!
Tom Phillips
Edge started this brawl! Well, Christian technically did, but on Edge’s behalf, so I’d say this is justice.
Mauro Ranallo
Speak of the devil and he shall appear! Christian is back with hardware in hand!
Mauro is right, as Christian is back in the ring sporting the second chair from outside the ring. He brings it down onto the champ, who doesn’t even budge! The crowd loses their mind at this display of perseverance as Edge’s face moves to a shade of violet that’s almost outside of the human spectrum of sight. Christian this time brings the chair down square on the head of Shark Boy, which loosens the hold. A few more swings of steel and Edge is released from Shark Boy’s death grip and both men are sprawled out. Christian goes to rousing his friend from his unconscious status and eventually, Edge comes to, as Shark Boy also stirs. Edge uses the spare chair as a crutch to get to his feet, while instructing Christian to raise Shark Boy’s head, using the other chair as a serving plate to do so. Once Edge is confident in his ability to stand, he raises the chair and brings it crashing down onto Shark Boy’s unprotected head in a Two-Man, One-Man Con-Chair-To!
Mauro Ranallo:
THE SOUND THAT SHARK BOY’S SKULL MADE! I THINK IT CRACKED!
Tom Phillips
I think I’m gonna be sick…
Corey Graves
Please don’t vomit on the desk Phillips.
Christian drops the chair as Edge’s swing is just too much momentum for him, spinning away shaking his hands. Edge doesn’t notice as he brings the chair back up for another swing, but his chair doesn’t budge. Edge absently starts yelling at Christian to let him finish this, but he turns around to see Grado holding the chair as the crowd chairs. A boot to the mid section causes Edge to release his hold on the chair. Grado decides to just throw the chair at Edge to cause him to back off, but as he steps back, Shark Boy is on all fours to trip him up! Shark Boy is still feeling the effects of that vicious shot, but gets to his feet, with Grado’s help, and the two men stand side by side to regroup. Christian helps Edge back to his feet and a quick huddle between the two leads to a brief stare down between the four men. They all know this isn’t over and rush into each other! Punches, kicks, elbows, knees all go flying! At the top of the ramp, EC3 finally appears, leading a small army of security guards down to the ring to finally break up the chaos! With a microphone in hand, he addresses the two men battling for the UWF Championship at Slammiversary.
EC3:
If today was Slammiversary, I’d just let this whole thing play out to it’s natural conclusion. But we’ve still got a few weeks until our event so I’m putting a stop to this, right here, right now. At this point, a simple singles match isn’t going to end things for the two of you. And honestly, a No DQ match won’t be enough either. So this is where I’d book you into an I Quit match so the loser HAS to back down when the dust clears.
The crowd cheers at this stipulation, but their excitement is cut off by EC3 holding a finger in the air.
EC3:
However, neither of you know when to quit and if Grado or Christian weren’t out here today, one of you would likely be dead. And that’s not good for business. So the two of you will be competing in a Throw in the Towel match. You’ll each select a representative for the Pay Per View who can end the match at any time by throwing in the towel.
All four men look around at each other, giving their partners knowing glances before continuing to stare one another down as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Austin vs Knight - Jye
Riddle vs Kingston - Gunn
Zayn vs Homicide - Fauche
Ciampa vs Rhodes, Shark Boy vs Danhausen - Danny
