Post by Danny on Jun 15, 2024 1:04:49 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 and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: We're coming ever so close to Final Battle and seeing who will become the new King of the Ring. Shinsuke Nakamura or the Mighty Caleb.
Corey Graves: I feel like we all know the answer to that one already, it's just a waiting game for now. -
Mauro Ranallo: I'm not so sure Corey but we won't have to wait to see them in action as they take on their potential challenger at Summerslam, LA Knight and Tommaso Ciampa.
Tom Phillips: And if that wasn't enough on it's own, Shibata will go one on one with the man who kept Kyle from shaking his hand, Rick Rude.
Corey Graves: There was a lot of back and forth about Shibata seeing right through Rude and I hope he's right. The though of someone like Rude willingly aligning with O'Reilly is nauseating. Now we'll see them settle the score.
Mauro Ranallo:Plus we have the debut of Logan Paul! His arrival cut off Robert Roode's time last week and he's looking for an outlet for his anger so let's head down to the ring for our opening contest where he takes on Sami Zayn!
OFF THE CHAIN!
Robert Roode emerges in the entrance in his wrestling gear. Roode stops at the entrance as he looks down around the arena. Roode smells the air in and then starts walking down the ring.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Ontario Canada, weighing at 236 pounds Robert Roode!
As Roode is announced, he gets on the top of the corner and poses as he opens his arms and looks up.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent...
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.
Tony Chimel: 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.
The two competitors sleek back into their corner, readying themselves for the bell to ring.
Corey Graves: What a treat we have on our hands tonight. Arguably the greatest to ever step foot in a UWF ring is gracing us with his presence for the second week in a row!
Tom Phillips: Greatest ever? As far as I can tell, Hornswoggle isn't here.
No he is not, unfortunately. Instead we have Sami Zayn, a massive downgrade in my eyes. The fans agree, raining down a chorus of boos at Sami while he jaws at the crowd.
VS
DING DING DING!
Sami's rather unpleasant conversation with the fans at ringside is cut short when Roode charges forward, absolutely blasting Sami with a big boot that causes the crowd to erupt! Roode basks in the applause while Sami immediately takes the defensive, rolling to the outside and attempting to create some separation. Roode isn't having it, though. He follows Sami out the ring, causing Sami to put on the afterburners. He hightails it over the barricade and into the crowd as the referee starts his count.
One...
Roode hops over the barricade as well. Sami's still knocked loopy so he grabs a nearby fan's water bottle to rehydrate after getting his shit rocked. The fan does not look very happy that his beverage that he probably paid like 7 bucks for is getting stolen but that doesn't stop Sami, who takes a big gulp. Unfortunately the joke is on him, as his face indicates that what he just drank was definitely not water. He spits the rest of it out before he can become as intoxicated as the enraged fan in front of him.
Two...
Sami figures he might as well get something positive out of his theft so he takes the bottle and just absolutely chucks that thing at an incoming Robert Roode. It hits Roode square in the head but luckily he's a pretty tough fella and just charges right through it as the crowd cheers him on. Sami tries scampering away but Roode grabs ahold of him and rams his cranium into a nearby steel railing.
Tom Phillips: Things seem to be going really great for Sami!
Corey Graves: Have faith in our savior.
Three...
Sami bounces off with a clank and heads right back into the waiting arms of Roode. He hits him with Several haymakers that turn Sami inside-out before he hoists Sami up onto his shoulders. He heads right back to the steel railing, lifting Sami up into the air for Snake Eyes onto the steel, His face comes down right on the railing to a thunderous applause! The crowd is all sorts of hyped up seeing Sami get a beating.
Four...
Roode doesn't let up. He motions for the crowd to clear the area for what he's got planned next. He hoists a dazed Sami back up onto his shoulders and points at the concrete stairs. You can guess where this is going. Roode steps forward like he's going to powerslam Sami onto them. He lets out a barbaric yell before driving Sami dow-no! Sami escapes behind him at the last second. Sami delivers a mean kick right to the back of Roode's knee, causing it to give out.
Five...
Roode turns around with a limp and Sami's there waiting for him. Sami grabs Roode before looking at the row of empty chairs behind him, getting a devilish idea. Sami hoists Roode up with a vertical hold, before falling back with a hellish suplex onto the row of chairs! Roode's back takes the full force of it as he collides with a thud.
Mauro Ranallo: Peligrooooooo!
Six...
Sami's eyes light up. This is his shot. He's gotta get back in the ring. He leaves Roode limp on the ground as he dashes back to the ring. He heads down the stairs and hops over the barricade as the count continues.
Seven...
Sami makes it to ringside and slides under the ropes, avoiding a count-out defeat. Roode on the other hand just starts to stir.
Eight...
Roode rises to his feet while clutching at his back, which probably doesn't feel too good right about now. Nonetheless, he knows what he has to do if he wants to stay in this. He sucks it up and begins a mad dash to the ring while Sami watches in anticipation. The Québécois sleeks into the corner as Roode stumbles down the stairs. It's not looking like he's going to make it...
Nine...
...but Roode refuses to go out like this. His back clearly taking a toll on him, he hops over the barricade. Sami angrily yells at the ref to count faster while Roode reaches ringside. The referee starts to motion for 10... and that's when Roode really kicks it on. He sprints as fast as he ever has. Like a combination between Devin Hester and Akira Tozawa, except in a gorilla's body. It's a dazzling display of athleticism and resilience. He slides into the corner of the ring at the last millisecond, beating the count to everyone's delight. The crowd showers him with applause...
...but the lively atmosphere is cut short. Rude rises and that's when Zayn bursts out the corner! Exhausted, there's nothing Roode can do as Sami's boot collides with his face for an ear-piercing helluva kick! Cover!
One!
Two!
Three!!!
Tony Chimel: Your winner... Samiiiiiiii Zaaaaaaaaayyyyyn!!!
Sami celebrates like he's just won the lottery much to the chagrin of everyone in attendance, besides Corey Graves of course.
Corey Graves: He's done it again! Unbelievable! Is there anything he can't do?!
Tom Phillips: Be tolerable? Stay away? Never come back? He can't seem to do any of those.
Corey Graves: Well thank god that's the case. The UWF is better with Sami Zayn in it.
The titantron switches from the the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. We're talking exclusive access to the locker room. But not just any locker room. This one is the nWo's, brother. And what's going on in there? Rick Rude is getting ready for his match with Shibata, that's what's going on in there.
Now what exactly does the Ravishing One's pre-match prep look like? How exactly does he get those abs looking so tight? You'll never know! Cause as soon as Rick clocks the cameraperson in their with them, he stops his special stretching to talk shop.
Rude: So, oh, thanks babe.
Bayley: No problem, cowboy.
Bayley walks over and hands him a ice cold water bottle to keep him hydrated. Rick sips on that for a sec then continues.
Rude: So Kyle, any tips on this Shibata guy? Any advice you can offer?
The camera pans over to the Diabetic Dragon, who's sitting on a bench, Intercontinental Title belt on the floor between his feet. He's staring off into the mid-distance, looking hella focused in bloodthirsty, vengeful sort of way. Evidently, he's too deep in the zone to register the question.
Rude: ...
Bayley: Earth to Kyle... Ding-dong, helllllllllooooooooo...
O'Reilly is still lost in his thoughts. Its been a rough couple weeks for the Champ. Bischoff walks over and claps him on the shoulder to get his attention.
Bischoff: Chin up, big guy. We've got work to do here.
Kyle shakes his head and rejoins the present moment. Bayley shoots a nasty little glare in Eric's direction, taking that slap on the back a a bit personally on her step-bro's behalf.
KO'R: What's up?
Bayley: Rick asked if you got any insight on Shibata.
KO'R: Shibata? Yeah... yeah... I mean... he's tough as nails, I guess. I dunno. That's about it.
Bischoff: Well, it's not like there will be any additional distractions for Rick this time that may end up costing him the match...AND the title.
Bayley takes some umbrage to Eric's response.
Bayley: Well if you're so smart I'm sure you'll figure out a A-Plus game plan for Rick tonight. Too bad its a week too late, but oh, that's right, you don't even care about the rest of the nWo, its all just -
Eric cuts her off mid-sentence, shouting over her.
Bischoff:[ UNLIKE YOU, Bayley...I can accept whenever I've done something wrong, I don't have to push the blame on someone else for my wrongdoings and--
Bischoff is cut off by Bayley stepping up, face to face with him and letting loose a barrage of "are you kidding me"s. This argument's getting out of control. Bayley's all up in Eric's face and he's right back up in hers and it looks like its about to come to blows when Rick and Kyle intervene, pulling them apart before it can get ugly.
KO'R: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa... ... whoa now.
Rude: THAT'S ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU! You two take a few steps back, away from each other's throats.
KO'R: Yeah its getting pretty psycho in here.
Rude: Kyle and I had talked about this a few weeks ago. The nWo is never going to stay afloat if the two of you keep at each other's throats. Bayley, you've got Kyle's best interests at heart...Eric, I know you're trying to do the same for me. But for the love of God, you two need to take it down a couple of pegs. I don't know any other way to get this out of both of your systems than to request EC3 to book the two of you in a match next week.
Bischoff's face whitens and his expression turns sour, sickened by this suggestion.
KO'R: That's actually a great idea. Nothing solves problems like violence. Nothing.
Bayley pulls herself loose from Kyle's grip and brushes herself off some.
Bayley: Fine by me. The engine on this thing's been a little clunky lately, I think a little tune-up would do the nWo wonders.
Bischoff: You can blame the engine, but all the parts are working just fine. I just think there's someone attempting to climb in the driver's seat who isn't qualified to do so.
Bischoff cuts a stern look to Bayley.
Rude: Save it for the ring, Eric.
With that, Bischoff and Bayley storm off in opposite directions, leaving Rude and O'Reilly behind. The pair of them just shake their dang heads.
Rude: Well, I better get ready for this match...
KO'R: Word. I'll track down Bayley, make sure she doesn't do anything drastic.
The Ravishing One nods and throws up a Too Sweet, which is returned in kind by Kyle before he goes. The Diabetic Dragon only makes it a few steps before Rick calls him back.
Rude: Hey Kyle...
Kyle comes back into the shot. Rick picks the Intercontinental Championship belt up off the floor, takes a look at it, dusts off the plate and hands it to his old pal.
Rude: Don't forget the belt, now.
KO'R: Oh yeah. Right. Thanks dude.
Kyle takes the strap - but Rick holds on just a half-second longer than might be considered reasonable or polite. Just enough. O'Reilly backs off slowly to go find Bayley while Rude gets back to getting ready for Shibata. Revolution rolls on!
We find ourselves backstage in a poorly lit locker room. It is mostly shadow except for one light on Randy Orton sitting by himself on the bench. There is no Bron Breakker and no Brock Anderson. Orton is sitting with his head down and the camera slowly pushes in.
Randy Orton: You know, usually I find a lot of pleasure in being right. I see things that others don’t and it’s because I’m a whole lot smarter than anyone gives me credit for. They want to cast me off as a brute, as a psychopath, as a bull just randomly charging ahead. And I’ve always been okay with that because I knew the truth. And I knew it helped me that people were so delusional about me that they never realized I was not only the most dangerous man in the room, but the smartest man in the room as well.
Orton scratches his brow, but doesn’t raise his head.
Randy Orton: So when a few weeks ago I told the world I saw through Shibata and his happy warrior bull crap, you all ignored it. You wrote off the fact that I said he didn’t mean a word he was spouting. He wasn’t a man just looking for a challenge, he wasn’t a warrior wanting to be defeated because it would make him a better warrior. He is a man, a man of ego just like the rest of us. And then when I defeated him that ego took a blow he didn’t realize he wasn’t able to take. So what did this happier warrior do with the defeat he said he wanted? How did he grow and become better? He cost me a match that he wasn’t in, he cost me my destiny. I should be on my way to becoming King of The Ring, but Shibata decided now was time to show his true colors. And I can only imagine it’s because not only could he not take losing, but he couldn’t handle that someone saw him for who he really is.
Randy crooks his head to the side but still keeping it down.
Randy Orton: You see, that’s the problem with men who hide their true nature. They wrap a fake persona around themselves like armor and it becomes who even they themselves believe they are. So when someone pokes a hole in that armor, when someone looks them in their eyes and sees the real them…they panic. Shibata, you panicked when I exposed you for who you are in front of the world and you did something I know you truly regret. But what is to be done after you do something you regret? Now, now you tell the people that it was the first shot in a war that you need. So you needed the defeat, now you need a war, why do you need these things?
Randy looks up finally to the camera and his eyes have a shadow over them, but they pierce through.
Randy Orton: You need a war because deep down Shibata there is no happy warrior. Deep down there is a darkness that you’ve been hiding from. A darkness I embraced long ago and have never run from. A darkness that has made me the man I am today and that is what I saw in you Shibata. I saw the darkness and mine called to yours, which scared you. You want a war, you need a war, I will give you a war. But in this Shibata you need to be honest with yourself why you need this, because if you try to battle my darkness while stuffing yours down…all you will end up doing is falling to me again. And now, there is no Roman Reigns, there is no third person to take the true defeat. The only way you can beat me Shibata is to embrace it and if you don’t it will consume you. When this is over there could very well be nothing left of you and to me you will have deserved that. You want a war Shibata, prepare to spill blood, prepare to be broke, prepare to be left a shell of who you once were. Prepare for the three most dangerous letters in all of wrestling…R…K…O.
With that Randy lowers his head again and the camera fades into black.
The arena darkens as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
AYYYYY YOOOO!!!!
Suddenly, the big screens ignite with flashing lights and pulsating beats. The Influencer, Logan Paul, steps out onto the stage and is bathed in lights. An undeniable smirk is painted across his face. He claps his hands together and starts his walk to the ring, his excitement uncontrollable.
Logan makes his way up the ring stairs and grabs hold of the top rope. He jumps over the ropes with ease. He heads over to the corner and climbs the ropes to pose for the sea of people.
Logan jumps down and starts to remove his ring jacket preparing for competition.
"Burnin' Daylight" plays throughout the arena as the arena darkens and a spotlight top of the stage, The camera moves up on The Gunns, in the spotlight back to back with Juice, Gunns raise their gunns up. Juice is acting erratic ready to unload all of his energy, They stay for a moment as the camera pans around them.
They "shoot" their finger Gunns as pyro goes off around the stage all directions, The trio begin to move up the ramp, All three with microphone in hand, Juice still on crutches. The three move to towards the ring where Colton leans back:
Colton Gunn: "Newark, New Jerseyyyy BY ORDER OF THE BANG BANG GANG GUNNS UP..."
A show of Gunns are reaching for the sky, While those older than thirty furrow their brow and drink in their disappointment that's in their souls, as they now have to listen to the Bang Bang Gang. Austin steps forwards...
Austin Gunn: "Ayyy yo, Logan... We'd welcome you to Bang Bang city of New.... Jersey... but... on count of a due you're not welcomed because The Juice, Colton "45 and Austin Gunn the three number one stunners, we don't want your kind around these parts... partner... You must of accepted the first low ball offer that Carter sent your way because if ya didn't know who runs Revolution. If you had done your research you may have come to realize it ain't worth catching a stray bullet. Some can go months without the undue bad fortune but you my friend one the Russian Roulette and let the bullet right out of it's chamber..."
Juice with a microphone in one hand hyped as ever rips the microphone from Austins grip, Juice lifts both microphones to his lips causing some awful feed back as he begins to shoot...
The "Juice" Robinson: "Logan as my brother from another mother just said, You've pulled the trigger now you're dealing with the STRAY BULLET. You don't deal with one of the studs you deal with the three studs who are taking over. TAKING OVER everything and anything we can get our hands on. You better have watched the MATRIX because controlling time and space is the only way you walk away from this stud unscathed brother...."
The three men get ringside, Juice throws both microphones behind him as Colton points to the Microphone in his hand...
Colton Gunn: "And if you're not cool with that we got TWO WORDS FOR YA: GUNNS UP!"
Austin gets up the steel steps as he enters the ring as Colton delivers the go home, Colton, and Juice have their gunns high on ringside as Austin raises his to the sky in the ring....
Chimel: And his opponent, Logan Paul!
With that, the Referee calls for the bell.
VS
DING DING
The bell sounds off but you can barely hear it over this extra-spicey Jersey crowd. Logan Paul's bringing a hefty helping of star power to the proceedings. Just cause he's famous doesn't mean he's liked, though. That chunk of the UWF Universe situated up in the American North-East isn't even a little bit shy about letting the young celeb know that they don't want him anywhere near the squared circle.
Rookie that he is, Paul takes his eyes off his opponent to smirk all smarmy-like at the fans, letting them know that that only does he not care about their feelings, but he's taking home a sizeable slice of the gate tonight. He's bragging one way when he should be looking the other, however, and that's all the opening Austin Gunn needs to run on in and blindside him.
Second-Gen Superstar Austin Gunn garners the biggest pop of his fledgling career when he decks his opponent. The enormous roar of applause from the Newark faithful distracts him some. His eyes go wide, enamoured with all that adoration. It takes Juice and his brother hammering on the canvas to get his head back in the game.
Ranallo: Quite a get by EC3 to sign Logan Paul to the company -
Graves: And what a waste to throw away his big debut in the opening match on Revolution. If I had the book, he'd be challenging for the UWF Championship in his debut match at Final Battle!
Phillips: What about Tommaso Ciampa?
Graves: Okay, well, Summerslam then.
Ranallo: What about the King of the Ring winner?
Graves: Ugh. All you two ever do is shoot down my good ideas. You never have any of your own. Are you honestly telling me that you like this? One of the biggest celebrities on the planet mixing it up in the opener against some Nepo Baby?
Ranallo: That Nepo Baby just knocked your Celeb Crush clean off his feet, Corey, and even at twenty-nine years old, Austin Gunn has a lot more experience than Logan Paul.
Austin peels Paul off the canvas then whips him into the ropes. Almost. Logan plants his feet and counters, sending Gunn on his merry way instead. The Bang Bang Gang member doesn't resist, and in fact leans into it to get his momentum up. Paul avoids contact when his opponent bounces back by hitting the deck. Austin hops over to rebound off the far ropes. Logan catches him on his second return trip with an armdrag to take the guy off his feet. Gunn crashes into the canvas while the celeb stands tall, celebrating like he just nailed a Shooting Star Press or something rather than a rudimentary maneuver.
Graves: Flawless execution. Kid's a natural. Ricky Steamboat, eat your heart out.
Ranallo: Let's not get carried away now, Corey...
Austin goes to get back to his feet when Paul slaps him upside the back of the head. Impolite. That puts some pep in Gunn's step, however - he gets all up in Logan's grill about it, jaw-jacking with the debutant about "paying dues" and that kinda stuff. Paul's more than happy to talk some trash right back at him. It doesn't take long for the argument to escalate into a proper donnybrook, with each guy grabbing the back of the other's head while they trade some shots, hockey-fight style.
All the closed fists get the Referee intervening. Before he can get too hot and bothered by it all, Gunn creates some separation with a boot to the stomach. Paul doubles over and is gasping like a fish outta water. Austin capitalizes on that prone position and the opening it affords by flinging himself into the ropes, then running back to nail a Swinging Neckbreaker. It lands flush and following that, he tries for a cover...
1...
2...
Paul kicks out right after two. Juice and Colten, who were pounding the apron in time with the Referee's count, both throw a fit when a third hand fails to land. The Official shushes them, and warns that he'll send 'em packing to the back if they don't settle down.
Phillips: Good to see the Referee keeping a watchful eye on the Bang Bang Gang. With all the interference we've been seeing in matches, I'm starting to think we might need to employ a ringside Official or two to stave off any more of that kinda nonsense.
Graves: If adding a Ref means slashing the commentary budget by a third, so be it. I'll be sorry to see you go, Phillips.
Phillips: Well I never suggested that -
Graves: It won't be the same without you, buddy.
Austin slaps on a chinlock to wear the greenhorn down. He's grinding his grip into that chin alright. Grinding really, really hard. Maximum grind. Logan's looking mighty ground, while Austin's teeth are fully gritted to show you how much grind he's grinding with.
The Ref asks Logan if he wants to give up. Paul says no with the wag of a finger, and slowly but surely, he fights his way back to a vertical base. Austin transitions into more of a Rear Naked Choke, threatening to submit or choke out the promotional newcomer. Logan's eyes go buggy and wide as the air supply dwindles. His face is turning all the wrong shades of purple.
Dude fights with all his might to reach the ropes. Its a trudge to reach the sanctuary of the cables, but inch by inch, half-step by half-step, Paul drags himself and the weight of his foe to the perimeter of the ring. His lights are dimming, though, and that top rope is just out of reach. The crowd is frothing over the prospect of seeing the guy go to sleep in his debut match.
Ranallo: Logan Paul is in serious trouble! Austin Gunn might not be known as a technical grappling artist, but he might very well end this bout by way of submission.
Phillips: And even if the boys in the back don't take a win over a rookie too seriously, think of all the cred this will bring the Bang Bang Gang on social media!
Graves: If he survived a totally legitimate boxing match with Floyd Mayweather, he can survive this!
Logan stretches out his fingees but still can't scrape the ropes. His eyes start to roll back but then he remembers that his legs are longer than his arms! Paul kicks out his feet, landing with the right on the middle rope then his left on the top as he flips himself up and over Austin to counter that choke hold with a pinning predicament just like Bret Hart did to Roddy Piper! The fans are shocked by the technique of it all! The Referee slides in to count it...
1...
2...
Austin gets out just in the nick of time, but he has to release his choke hold to do it. Alas.
Paul rolls away, gasping and coughing as his face starts to look normal again. Juice and Colten yell some encouragement up at Austin, who quickly shakes off the near-loss to get back on top. He blasts his opponent over the back with a ax-handle blow before the guy can get back to his feet. Gunn then grabs him by the head and drives him into the canvas with a wicked DDT!
Ranallo: Wow! Did you see the snap on that thing! Excellent execution from the second generation superstar!
Phillips: He's going for the cover!
Gunn rolls Paul over and shoots the half...
1...
2...
Paul barely gets a shoulder up before that third count. Juice looks like he's about to faint. Colten's having a fit at ringside. Those Bang Bang Gang boys are so excitable. Austin stays focused, though. He knows he's got this in the bag.
Pulling what's left of Logan Paul to his feet, Gunn then doubles him over again with a sharp knee to the tummy. He then hits the ropes and comes back in hot with a FameAsser!
Except Logan slips out of the way before it can hit! Austin turns around and eats a dag nasty haymaker from the Ultimate Influencer. He's practically out on his feet, and so puts up no resistance when Paul rolls him up for the three count...
1...
Logan may or may not grab himself some tights for the extra leverage...
2...
Juice and Colten hop on the apron to protest but the Referee is too focused in on the count...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
LOGAN PAUL!
Paul's music hits the PA while the crowd boos like ghosts. Logan stands tall to have his hand raised but bails when the Bang Bang Gang hits the ring to chase him off.
Phillips: Smart move by Paul to get outta dodge! The Bang Bang Gang don't look happy and I don't blame them.
Ranallo: Nevertheless, a surprising successful first outing from Paul who put that boxing background of his to good use.
Graves: "Surprising" is right, Mauro. I have a feeling that the UWF Universe is drastically unprepared for the level of natural talent Logan Paul is going to bring to this sport. Nobody's gonna see him coming.
Juice is chewing out the Ref while Colten helps his brother to his feet. Logan backs up the ramp, trash talking any and all fans within spitting distance as he goes. Revolution rolls on!
The camera cuts backstage to Renee Young, “Ravishing” Rick Rude, and Eric Bischoff.
Renee: Well, ladies and gentlemen…my guests at this time are none other than “Ravishing” Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff. Rick, I’ve got to admit that it is a tad bit unusual for you to come to me to request an interview…I would assume that you have a big announcement to make?
Rude smirks as he smooths down his mustache.
Rude: Renee, one of the things that I have always loved about you has been your ability to cut straight to the chase and waste no time getting to the source of your interviews. But, you would be absolutely correct in that assumption, Renee. My announcement is that I, “Ravishing” Rick Rude will officially be challenging Kyle O’Reilly as part of my rematch clause for the Intercontinental championship. In which I am determined to be the first individual in this company’s great history to hold that title three times. Breaking yet another record, I might add.
Renee’s face is a bit perplexed.
Renee: Rick, with all due respect, that is hardly news to anyone. You’ve hinted at it for weeks, as well as Kyle. We all just naturally assumed that you would be challenging him for the title at the next opportunity.
Rude: While the news of my rematch comes as no surprise, the true news of this moment is the type of match that it will take place in. Kyle, last month we had hinted around that we were going to put on a classic, that we were going to put on a match that exceeded the Meltzer scale. While the match that we had was indeed a great match, I know the two of us can do much better than what we had last left in the ring. Throughout my long, illustrious career…I’ve had numerous match types. I joked about the idea of having a steel cage wrapped with barbed wire around the top. You’ve joked about Hell in a Cell. Eric has suggested a Throw in the Towel match. Bayley has made several suggestions. But the other night, it came to me. This match type rarely has been done in this company’s history, even in our sport. Perhaps we grew short on time during our match, perhaps we felt rushed. Perhaps we didn’t give it our all in that last match. We could come up with a thousand reasons why we need a rematch. I couldn’t think of a better way than to request a match that would allow us the time to get everything put out on the table and to ensure that we give it our absolute best.
Rude motions for the camera to come closer as it zooms in.
Rude: Kyle, you know that I respect the hell out of you. You know that I see the greatness within you. It is for those reasons that I promise you that you’re going to get what very few have in all of the years of my career. You’re going to get everything that I’ve got to give. I’m going to be coming at you with a fire lit under me like never before to get my belt back! If there’s anything, aside from wrestling, that “Ravishing” Rick Rude does better than love making or record breaking. And I fully intend on walking out of that ring with my belt once again. Kyle, at Final Battle…I’ve got you for sixty minutes. I’m going to test every ounce of energy, skill, endurance and strength that you have. Just to make sure that we don’t have any distractions, I’m having some cages placed at ringside. I’ve given a lot of thought to it, and at first I wanted to ban Eric and Bayley from ringside to keep our minds clear. But we both know that they would never allow that. So, my proposal is this, we place Bayley and Eric in their respective cages at ringside while we beat the bloody hell out of each other for sixty minutes in the first ever Ironman match for the Intercontinental championship.
Somewhere distantly off camera, a loud and long “No” can be heard as someone, we would assume Bayley, screams the word out.
Rude: We both said that we were intending on bringing that title’s glory back to it, the glory that it had whenever I held it the first time. I can’t think of a better way to bring that glory back than to put on a spectacle in this ring. Kyle, you better make sure that you bring your A-game, because you’re definitely going to need it at Final Battle. There aren’t even words in the English language that would accurately describe the hurt that we’re going to put on each other. And those aren’t threats, they’re just straight up promises. My brother, let’s give these people the match that they deserve. Let’s give my title the match it deserves. Before I beat the ever-loving piss out of you, I want you to know that I love you and I respect you. But that title is coming back home with me.
Rude cuffs his hand over the lens of the camera and shoves it away as he storms off camera. Bischoff is left standing with Renee as he flashes his signature grin, shrugs his shoulders and leaves as well. The feed cuts back.
We're taken backstage where the cameras are shooting the hallway. Nothing really seems to be going on. That is, until, UWF's resident "Megastar" makes an appearance.
LA Knight: 'Ya know, for weeks, Tommaso Ciampa has been a thorn in L...A....Knight's side. Every time I turn around, Ciampa is butting his nose into the Champ's business. Over the past several weeks, Ciampa's head has gotten increasingly bigger because he was handed a Championship match on a silver platter. That's the key word, handed. Tommaso Ciampa hasn't earned a damn thing. He hasn't earned the right to call himself "Don". He hasn't earned this false bravado that he has. And he certainly hasn't earned the right to be in the ring with The Million Dollar Megastar. Speaking of Megastar, let's make one thing perfectly clear, there's only one Megastar on this roster. There's only one Million Dollar Champion that is in his absolute...Prime. And 'ya looking at him. And tonight, L..A...Knight is going to prove it when he goes out into that ring and carries a Two Hundred and Ten pound piece of garbage to victory in the Main Event.
LA Knight: But Tommaso Ciampa, take L...A....Knight at face value when he tells 'ya that is the only kindness he is going to extend to 'ya. 'Cause when this match is over, L...A....Knight fully plans on whoopin' 'ya ass all over New Jersey! YEAH!
The Newark crowd pops for the mention of their city and the violence LA Knight plans to bring to it.
LA Knight: Caleb, Nakamura, neither one of 'ya has had the honor of stepping in the ring with the Thursday Night Thriller just yet. And come Summerslam, one of 'ya will have the misfortune of stepping in the ring and chasing this Ten Pounds of Gold that L...A....Knight so proudly holds. But tonight is the rare occasion where L...A....Knight gets to look both of 'ya in the eyes, slap the lips off both 'ya mouths and give 'ya just a preview of exactly whose game this is! Tonight, the Main Event of Summerslm comes early. And tonight is going to end the same way the biggest party of the Summer is going to end. With the Million Dollar Champion standing tall and EVERYBODY saying...
L...A....Knight! YEAH!
ANd just like that, Knight brushes by the camera man as Revolution moves to its next stop.
OWW, SIMPLY RAVISHING!
The theme music begins to blare throughout the arena as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Eric Bischoff slinks out onto the entrance ramp taunting the fans.
Bischoff turns back to the curtain and begins bowing over and over again before “Ravishing” Rick Rude walks out onto the stage.
Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff begin making their way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota. Weighing in at 252 pounds, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!
Bischoff is the first up the steps at ringside and sits on the second rope for Rude as Rude steps into the ring. Rude looks out amongst the crowd for a second before requesting a microphone.
Rude: Cut my music!
Once the music dies down Rude continues.
Rude: What I’d like to have right now…is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, inner-city sweathogs to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these ladies what a real sexy man is supposed to look like! Hit my music!
The music begins again as Rude begins to disrobe.
As the robe comes off, the camera zooms in to show that Rude is wearing tights that have Bayley's face directly on the crotch. As Rude turns around, we see there are hands on each cheek of the pants, one could only assume they belong to Bayley.
Once his robe is removed, Rude goes for a microphone yet again.
Rude: And before we really kick things off, here. What I’d like to have right now…
Rude is cut off by more boos from the crowd.
Rude: Is for all of you people to keep the noise down once again while I look around the crowd and select one extremely lucky lady to receive her very own, Rude Awakening!
The camera cuts to show Bayley watching the monitor backstage. A split screen appears on the tron as we can watch Bayley’s expression as well as Bischoff’s beaming and giddy expression, then to Kyle’s look of disinterest as he is apparently counting how many sheets of paper are on the table in front of him. The camera switches to that of the crowd as women are cheering loudly as the men are booing loudly. The camera pans until it catches this:
Seemingly, Rude has made up his mind and motions for her to come to ringside. The split screen appears again as Bayley crosses her arms while she is glaring at the monitor. Rude goes to ringside to help the fan clear the barricade. Once she is over the barricade, Rude places his hands upon her hips as she begins biting her lip. Rude’s theme music begins to play once more as he plants a voracious kiss upon this willing fan. The woman throws her arms around Rude’s neck as the kiss continues. On the split screen we see Bayley storm off the camera. Meanwhile, the liplock continues and the woman’s arms go limp, passing out from the ecstasy and pleasure of being kissed by the one and only, “Ravishing” Rick Rude. Rude gently lays her down on the mat at ringside and enters the ring again as the security guards attempt to wake this woman up.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE.
THANK YOU FOR THE HEART.
Tatsuro Yamashita's "Fragile" graces the atmosphere and so does one Katsuyori Shibata. He steps out from behind the curtain like only he does, stoic, calm, and proud. The audience showers him with cheers, excited to see the wrestler after his long absence.
THERE'LL NEVER BE A LONG AND LONELY NIGHT AGAIN.
The fans reach out for him, showering him with love in spite of his past. He swats it all away though. Not the time for pleasantries. It's time for fighting, and that seems to be the only thing on the wrestler's mind as he makes his way to the ring, marching down the ramp like a soldier marching into battle.
Chimel From Kuwana, Japan... weighing in at 215 pounds... he is the wrestler... Shibataaaaaaaaaaaaaa Katsuuuuuuuyoriiiiiii!!!
A resounding applause accompanies that introduction, but you wouldn't know that looking at Shibata. In one ear and out the other for him as he walks up the ring steps and smoothly makes his way through the ropes, denying himself the audience's appreciation.
I WALKED AWAY FROM LOVE. I ALWAYS HAD MYSELF TO BLAME.
I HID MY FRAGILE DREAMS AWAY.
And with that, the voice of Yamashita fades out the atmosphere and what replaces it is a tension that only Shibata could bring to a room. He steps back into his corner and awaits the battle ahead, unmoved. It's as if the only people in the building were Shibata and his opponent.
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DING DING DING
The two competitors circle each other cautiously, each assessing the other's strengths and weaknesses. Shibata makes the first move, launching a lightning-fast kick aimed at Rude's legs, but the Ravishing One evades with a smirk, taunting Shibata with a hip swivel. Enraged, Shibata charges forward, unleashing a barrage of strikes that force Rude to retreat into the ropes. With lightning reflexes, Rude counters with a vicious clothesline, sending Shibata crashing to the canvas. The Ravishing One goes for the cover.
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Kickout
Shibata quickly kicks out at 1 and picks Rudes leg as he's standing up, sending him back onto the mat. Shibata attempts an ankle lock that is quickly reversed by Rude rolling out. Rude uses his legs and pushes Shibata back to return to his feet. Shibata stays on the attack trying a clothesline but Rude simply side steps and smashes Shibata in the back of his neck with a devastating forearm that sends Shibata crashing down clutching his neck.
Corey Graves:Oh man what a blow to Shibata. He's had history with neck and head problems and you know Rude being the ring tactician he is is going to make use of that.
Tom Phillips:This could be over quick with hits like that.
Rude doesn't let Shibata breathe for long as he immediately starts stomping on his legs, targeting his ankles. At least 4 strong stomps connect with Shibata's ankle. Rude tries to bring down another one but Shibata rolls away from it and uses his leg to sweep Rude down to the mat. Shibata is quick to pounce on top of him in a seated ground and pound position and starts connecting with vicious forearms as Rude tries his best to cover and protect from the flurry of blows. Shibata stands to his feet and hypes up the crowd.
Tom Phillips:And just like that Shibata is back in this one!
Corey Graves:A fired up Shibata is the last thing Rick Rude wants to see.
As Shibata was hyping the crowd Rude backed into the corner, staying in a seated position. Shibata takes notice and heads to the opposite turnbuckle to create maximum distance. He launches towards Rude and nails him with a knee strike right to the side of Rudes head.
Corey Graves:A receipt for the earlier hit from Rude!
Rude crumples and rolls to the center of the ring where he is quickly covered by Shibata.
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Kickout!
It's now Rudes turn to kick out at 1 but Shibata stays on him with another flurry of ground and pound strikes but Rude flips him onto his back sending Shibata on the defense. Shibata is quick to push Rude off and regain a standing position. With lightning speed he gains control of Rudes wrist and starts to wrench Rudes arm. Rude desperately tries to escape the hold but Shibata's grip strength is unrivaled. Shibata takes this opportunity to whip Rude into the corner. Shibata follows after him and leaps into the air for a huge flying splash but Rude side steps out at the last second and Shibata crashes into the turnbuckle. The force of the blow sends Shibata backwards towards Rude in the center of the ring and Rude quickly snatches Shibata's head and drives him neck first into the mat with a reverse DDT.
Tom Phillips: And Rude continues the vicious assault on Shibata's neck.
Corey Graves: Rick Rude came in with a game plan and he's executing it perfectly.
Rude goes for the cover.
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Kickout!
Shibata wills his shoulder up. Rude doesn't waste much time wallowing and brings Shibata back up to a standing base. Rude starts slapping Shibata around in a clear sign of disrespect. All this is doing is making Shibata angry. After Rudes 5th slap Shibata fires back with a huge slap of his own that almost takes Rude out. Rude tries to strike back but he's clearly knocked loopy. Shibata evades with ease and slips behind Rude, gaining control of a wrist hold. He whips Rude around in a rip cord motion and slaps the taste out of Rude!
Corey Graves: BITCHMAKER!!
Rick Rude hits the mat in a heap and Shibata is about to pin him but the former Intercontinental Champion starts to roll out of the ring as Shibata desperately tries to get the cover.
Mauro Ranello: Rude rolls out! That would have been in Shibata would have had that won!
Shibata is clearly annoyed at Rudes roll out and follows him out. Eric Bischoff gets into Shibata's face trying to let Rude rest and recover. Shibata looks annoying and shoves Bischoff out of the way. Bischoff loses his cool and climbs up on the apron to talk to the ref about how Shibata assaulted him. Rude starts crawling towards the announce table side of the ring, out of view of the ongoing discussion between Eric and the official. Shibata starts to follow after him. Shibata rounds the corner of the ringpost and is immediately struck by an RKO out of nowhere! Shibata hits the mats outside the ring with a sickening thud. Randy then picks up Shibata and tosses him into the ring and promptly hops back over the barricade. ;
Mauro Ranello: Where the hell did Randy come from!?
Tom Phillips: And he's gone in the flash of an eye!
Rude magically is healed and springs to his feet. Rude grabs a handful of Shibata's hair and raises his limp body up and turns him, driving him down with a Rude Awakening!
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DING DING DING
YOUR WINNER: RICK RUDE
Mauro Ranello: And thanks to the RKO from Randy Orton, Rick Rude steals this win tonight over Shibata.
Corry Graves: Steals? I'm sure Rick had no idea Randy would be getting involved in this. He saw and opportunity and he capitalized on it.
Tom Phillips: Either way I'm sure Shibata is going to want to get his hands on Randy and very soon.
The scene opens in a chapel where Vincent is seen sitting in a pew, his elbows rested on the back of the pew in front of him as he looks up at the cross and brings his hands together.
Vincent: I sit here with a lot of complicated feelings, and they’re complicated not because I can’t figure them out but because I’ve never felt them before. Fear, doubt, remorse, all of those things have been swimming around in my head and I resent them. I resent feeling anything because it humanizes me and because, for the first time since my injury years ago following Wrestlemania, I’m face-to-face with my own mortality. I bring you these burdens because, as I understand it, you take that sort of thing on. My question is, am I looking to turn over a new leaf and perhaps lengthen my career or am I gearing up to go out in one last blaze of glory?
Vincent is quiet for a moment.
Well if you aren’t going to tell me directly, maybe you can heal me so I can get back to the UWF and find the answers that way?
Vincent is again quiet. Suddenly the man can be heard standing up in the back of the chapel.
Well done, Mr. Marseglia. While you may feel like you have more questions than answers, you’ve made great progress in not only admitting to and addressing your shortcomings, but doing it to a higher power. Now that we’ve done some work there, we can start rehabilitating you physically.
The man leaves the chapel as Vincent looks at him, then takes one more look at the cross as Revolution continues elsewhere.
It's late at night. The street lamps are alternating between being on and off. It's raining, and there's not a sound to be heard, other than tires hitting pavement.
A few seconds pass, and the camera shifts, showing an overhead shot of the bridge that had been seen close up beforehand. A lone car drives near the center of the bridge - a white Audi, maybe a couple years old at most. As it passes the dead center, the brake lights flash on, and slowly, its rolling tires come to a stop. Pulling over in the breakdown lane, or close enough to it, it remains parked beneath one of the working street lights...and once completely parked, out steps a man dressed to the nines.
He's got the black suit top. He's got the pristine white tank top underneath. He's got the "gangster" style fedora hat. He has all the makings of someone looking to hit it big...and with the smile on his face? It seems he might have already done so.
Cutting towards the water under the bridge, a splashing sound can be heard, as though something had been thrown in. What that is exactly is left up to the audience's imagination, but regardless of what it was, it's caused a decent impact on the once calm flows of the river.
As the sound of the car's trunk closing follows, the camera shot shifts once more...and there stands the same man, with the same smirk lining his face. As the shot lingers, a graphic soon appears, revealing just who this man truly is.
Tony D'Angelo
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Y'know, a lotta' people...they think they got it made. They got themselves a good job, nice house, maybe a wife or husban' - ey', I ain't one to judge. But those folks thinkin' that they got it made, that nothin' bad can happen to 'em now that they made it where they are now...they got it all wrong."
Tony shakes his head, chuckling to himself under his breath, before looking back up at the camera's eye.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Ya' see, I thought I had it all made, too. Had myself a nice job - family interest, waste management. Had myself a nice car, nice house, no wife or husban', but ey', I'm young, I still got time, ya' know what I mean? Anyways, I thought I was a made man...but then it all fell apart. Had a cuppa' disagreements with certain people, got into a cuppa' fights, ya' know, usual stuff for a guy like me. Think it's all good, think it's all nice an' nice, then BAM!"
Tony feigns punching the camera, instead turning it at the last second to punch his own open palm instead, his smile fading away in an instant.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "It all jus' disappeared, lost in an instant. Like tear drops in the pourin' rain. But I ain't much of a crier, never was one to shed too many tears, so ya' know what I did? I picked myself up, I got my stuff packed, or what's lef' of it, got into my car 'ere, an' hit the road. Never liked that ol' house anyhow..."
Again, Tony smirks, maintaining the air of confidence that seems to surround him no matter what.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "So now I'm 'ere. The UWF, where the stars shine bright an' the gold shines brighter. An' I ain't a dumb man; I know I'm comin' into this place as somethin' of an outsider, but ey', when's that ever stopped me before? So, UWF fans, ya' say that ya' want a revolution? You can consider me the start of it, then, 'cause The Don's come here to do two things: to do a bit a' business, an' to kick some ass...an' from how I see it? I jus' went an' took care of some business, so I guess all that's lef' for me to do now is kick some ass. See ya' 'round."
At that, Tony D'Angelo simply walks back towards the driver's side of his car, gets in, and drives off, leaving the cameraperson standing there on the bridge, for now...
Red lights focus on the stage and smoke billows from the entrance way as 'Skullseeker' by Eternal Champion blasts out of the PA system to a tremendous ovation. Out onto the stage walks The Mighty Caleb clad in armour and sporting a cape. He stands with his arms wide, his cape appearing like black wings against the red background of the stage. In one hand he holds a drinking horn which he holds aloft. As the glorious main riff kicks in Caleb drinks from the horn before raising it high in the air and yelling 'SKAL!'.
Tony Chimel: Introducing, hailing from The Northern Realms... weighing in at a mighty 235 pounds... he is 'THE MIGHTY' CAAAALEB!
The Mighty Caleb then makes his march down towards the ring, he fist bumps members of the crowd who reach out to him and leads them in the 'SKAL' chant which turns the crowd into a frenzy. Caleb steps up onto the ring apron now and once again holds the horn aloft, pumping his fist as he does so to the rhythm of the crowd. Caleb then enters the ring and continues to pump his fist as he marches around, hyping himself up for the battle ahead.
The violins of Shinsuke Nakamuras theme begin to wail across the arena, until the beat kicks in with one last string of the violin as a silhouetted Nakamara appears in the shadows and his name pops up on the tron. The Spotlight hits Nakamura as he is swaying his arms around along with is music, the audience begin to sing along to his theme as he flows down to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Kyoto, Japan. weighing in at 229 pounds...Shinsuke...Nakamura!
Shinsuke walks around the ring and leans back against the barricade waving his hands with his ring finger down and all other fingers extended as the people in the front row reach out just to touch him. Nakamura walks up the steel steps and holds onto the ring post to stretch before he enters the ring, putting his hand over his mouth almost ready to burst into tears before he turns around and grabs the ropes. Doing his signature pose in time with his music as he slowly sinks down his legs bending as he lays on his back on the canvas. Twirling up and around onto his knees and standing back up he brushes his hair and goes to the corner where he puts his foot against the top turnbuckle to stretch, following with his other foot moving up to hook onto the top rope to get himself limber for his match.
As Conquer them All blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Oba Femi and steel chair in hand. He chats with Oba a bit as they make their way down to the ramp
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs, accompanied by Oba Femi he is The "Don of UWF" Tommaso Ciampa.
Making his march down to the ring, Ciampa and Oba reach the ring steps and Oba opens the ropes up for Ciampa and Ciampa gets in, climbing to the second turnbuckle in the corner
On the second turnbuckle, Ciampa screams out "THIS IS MY MOMENT" before hopping off and getting into the corner completely, sitting down as he waits for his opponent, Oba prowling on the outside.
L...A....Knight
"Welcome To LA" blares over the PA System and all the excitement in the arena turns to dread. Everyone knows exactly who is about to grace them with their presence. It is the one and only self proclaimed "Million Dollar Megastar" LA Knight. Sure enough, the man that represents LA, California bursts through the curtain and out onto the stage. The jeers he receives do not bother him. Knight simply stands tall, the UWF Championship shining on his shoulder. With him as always, is his right hand man "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis. The duo march to the ring, knowing what they plan to accomplish this evening.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Christopher Adonis, from Los Angeles, California via Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty pounds, he is the Million Dollar Megastar and your UWF Champion, LA Knight!
Knight and Adonis reach the end of the ramp before Knight climbs the steps and enters through the ropes. Adonis watches from the outside as Knight goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs the ropes. Normally, this is where he throws up his patented "LA" sign, but tonight, he instead holds up his UWF Championship high in the air.
Knight leaps down and waits for this contest to start.
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DING DING DING
Knight squares up, getting ready to go toe to toe with Nakamura but Shinsuke instead just hangs out in his corner and smiles at the champ. Knight tells him to come out on and fight him but The King of Strong Style decides to give him a little wave goodbye and tag out.
Mauro Ranallo: Early mind games from the Prime Time Medal holder.
Corey Graves: Why show your starting hand to a potential future opponent?
Tom Phillips: Well here comes someone who's not afraid to fight.
The Mighty Caleb makes his way in and starts clubbing his chest, getting the crowd riled up as they chant "Skal!" along with him. The two lock up and neither man budges an inch. They push at each other but are firmly stuck in the middle of the ring like two bulls locking horns. They both throw their hands down and then up as they swing away at each other. Caleb ends up getting the better of the two and backs him into the ropes. He shoots him off but Knight reverses. Caleb comes off the ropes and eats a Running Back Elbow as soon as he comes off. Knight brings him up right away and sets up the Impaler DDT but Caleb rushes forward and backs him into the corner where he gives him some Shoulder Thrusts. He then grabs Knight by the head and just tosses him across the ring!
Mauro Ranallo: The Strength of the Viking Warrior is unmatched.
Knight picks himself up in the corner and Caleb charges him. LA gets the boot up and connects with his face which sends him stepping backwards a few steps. The Million Dollar Megastar picks himself up to the second rope and comes off with a Blockbuster! How LA of him! He makes the pin.
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A quick kickout from Caleb. Knight drags him over to his corner and decides to play nice with Ciampa and extends his hand for the tag. The Don just looks at him for a bit before finally tagging in. He comes in and starts putting some Knees into the side of the head of the potential next King of the Ring before slowly turning him and hitting the Psycho Kutter! He makes the pin!
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Caleb kicks out! Ciampa brings him up but keeps him on his knees. He points at Knight and tells him this is his future but Caleb suddenly pops up and scoops him up and throws him back with a Fallaway Slam! He's slow to get up but makes his way over to tag in Nakamura. The Prime Time Medalist calmly steps through the ropes and eyes Ciampa up and down as he's getting to his feet. He circles him like a predator would their prey. He gives him a few kicks as if poking an animal to see if they're still alive. Ciampa takes a swing at him but Nakamura keeps his distance.
Corey Graves: Nakamura is just toying with his food here.
Tom Phillips: Which is funny because he hasn't done any of the work.
Corey Graves: When you're a King, you let peasants do the dirty work. If Caleb was smart, he'd relish being a Warrior for the King of Strong Style.
Shinsuke laughs as Ciampa struggles to get his footing since every time he gets up to a knee, Nakamura kicks him off balance. He does this one too many times tough and Ciampa catches his leg. He stands up and shakes his head before bringing him in for a Clothesline! Ciampa puts the boots to him but Nakamura rolls out of the ring to avoid any more damage. Unfortunately for him he backs in Knight who turns him around and decks him right in the face! He tosses him back into the ring where Ciampa gives him a Running Knee to the side of the head! He makes the cover!
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Nakamura kicks out! Ciampa brings him back up and hooks both arms. He's setting up for the Fairy Tale Ending but Shinsuke rushes forward to knock him into his corner. Knight tags himself back in and gives him a kick to the ribs. Ciampa yells at him, telling him he had it but Knight just ignores him and grabs Shinsuke and delivers a Sidewalk Slam into the pin.
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A kickout by Nakamura!
Mauro Ranallo: The "King" may have the title but the "Knight" is the one who does battle. Nakamura better be careful thinking so little of the Champion.
Corey Graves: Maybe when he does something to earn the respect of the King of Strong style, he'll give it to him.
Tom Phillips: Was winning the Royal Rumble and then the UWF Championship at Wrestlemania not enough?
Knight brings Nak up in a Full Nelson. The long legs of Nakamura however allow him to kick his feet out and grab onto the ropes. The ref counts him down at LA releases at the 3 count but Shinsuke blindsides him with an elbow to the side of the head. He follows that up with a Roundhouse Kick to the chest that brings down the Champ but Knight gets back to his feet only to get scooped up and hit with a GTS! He makes the pin!
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Knight kicks out! Nakamura rises to his feet and once again circles his prey. This time however he seems to be getting up to Knight's face and saying some words that Knight doesn't take too kindly. He shoves Nakamura away before getting to his feet. He charges at him but Shinsuke counters with a knee to the sternum. This doubles Knight over and The King of Strong Style follows up with an Axe Kick but Knight moves out of the way in time. Nakamura instead eats a Discus Forearm Smash that turns him around and Knight follows up with the Backstabber! He makes the pin!
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Nakamura kicks out! Knight brings him back up and lifts him over his back for the Gravy Train. Nakamura flips all the way over to turn it into a sunset flip but Knight doesn't go down. He instead jumps up and hits a Knee Drop to the face! Nakamura hastily rolls to his corner and lifts his hand up and Caleb makes the tag. He comes in and charges right at Knight who ducks the attempt. Caleb hits the ropes and comes running back but gets caught with a Powerslam into the pin!
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The Mighty Caleb kicks out!
Corey Graves: I swear, if Caleb loses this for Nakamura...
Tom Phillips: It looks to me like he might have saved him from a lot of harm.
Corey Graves: He's just saving his energy to close out the match. You don't lay it all out there before crunch time. He's a clutch performer.
LA backs up and watches as Caleb is getting to his feet. He moves in for the Knee Strike but Caleb pushes himself up to avoid it and instead hits Knight with a Big Boot that knocks him into the corner. Caleb follows up with a big Splash that knocks Knight forward onto his face. TMC climbs to the top rope as Knight is getting back up. The Hammer brings it down with a Moonsault just as Knight is getting up up but the UWF Champion sidesteps him and Caleb comes crashing down hard! The sheer impact of the landing has Knight lose his footing and he staggers back into his corner where Ciampa makes the tag. Knight and him exchange a few words but neither man backs down and a shoving contest ensues.
Corey Graves: Just follow the lead of The Don Knight!
Mauro Ranallo: The Champion was in full control before Ciampa decided to tag himself in.
Knight can see Caleb stirring while Ciampa's back is turned to him. He decides fuck it and just decks Tommaso in the face! He turns from the impact and walks right into Gungnir! Caleb picks him up right away and lifts him straight into the air only to bring him down into the Valhammer! Knight just leans against the corner watching with a smile on his face as Caleb makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Shinsuke Nakamura and the Mighty Caleb!
Caleb gets his hand raised and makes sure to turn and get Nakamura in his eyeline. The Prime Time Medalist gives him a smile before leaving through the ropes. Knight however has had it up to here with Ciampa and starts to put the boots to him while he's down. Oba comes into the ring and attacks him from behind. He starts yelling insults at him but Adonis comes out from the back to make the save. Caleb decides he's not a part of this yet and opts to leave the ring. Adonis comes in and him and Obi continue right where they left off last week.
Mauro Ranallo: Someone call Denzel because I'm witnessing Deja Vu!
Ciampa and Knight come to and go to blow as well as EC3 comes out with security, trying to make sure his UWF Championship match doesn't come into jeopardy. They all come into the ring and try to separate both parties. It's chaos as they start brawling with the security leading to more officials to come out from the back and try and get things under control as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Zayn vs Rude - Roach
Rude vs Shibata - Tapout
Paul vs Gunn- Fauche
Knight & Ciampa vs Caleb & Nakamura - Danny