UWF
RAW,
SmackDown! and
Anarchy
Presents....
Live from Hampden Park, Scotland!
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A video package begins to play, showcasing the year-long feud involving Damien Sandow, Bray Wyatt, Daniel Bryan and Dean Ambrose as well as showcasing the feuds of Sting and Seth Rollins, Antonio Cesaro and THE Brian Kendrick as well as others. We are then taken to the arena live as a pyrotechnics display opens the show. We zoom around the arena as we see signs littering the audience, such as "Batista Sucks!', "DOWN WITH Y.E.S." and "Best In The World CM Punk". The camera then goes to ringside as commentators Jim Ross and Roddy Piper are sitting by.
Jim "JR" Ross:Bah Gawd what an atmosphere here tonight as we are here live from Scotland to give you what I hope becomes an annual tradition here in UWF with the first ever Lockdown! I'm Jim "JR" Ross alongside my ever lovable partner, Rowdy Roddy Piper, and we'll be bringing you all of the Raw and Smackdown action tonight.
Roddy "Rowdy" Piper:That's because we are the shit JR. Hands down if you look at both the Raw and Smackdown Cards tonight we've got every kind of cage match you could think possible. I am in love with this card JR, hell all the matches are so good I don't know where to start.
Jim "JR" Ross:I say we just say to hell with it and let the matches do the talking for us. So now let's turn it over to our broadcast partners on Anarchy who will be calling the Anarchy matches.
Roddy "Rowdy" Piper: Anarchy is still here? I thought they folded weeks ago.
William Regal: I'm sorry about this Mr. Dawson, but I have to get something off my chest. Hot Rod, you sir, are classless and a tool. How you got to be commentating one show much less two shows exactly why Anarchy wipes the floor with Raw and Smackdown each week.
Piper can be heard in the back ground saying, "if it goes up you mean."
Tony Dawson: Let's be the bigger men here William. Tonight Anarchy is going to do just as much and more talking in their matches than Raw and Smackdown combined as we are going to be headlined by a massive fatal fourway where literally anyone can come out the winner.
William Regal:You are right Joey, and if that match won't do it our two participants in the Ironman Championship will. Alongside the highly anticipated match between Seth Rollins and the Icon Sting.
Tony Dawson:We're going to find out right now Joey as Smackdown has the opening match tonight so let's hand it over to them.
Lilian Garcia: The following contest is an Ultimate X Steel Cage match and it is to determine the very first UWF X-Division Champion!
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BREAK THE WALLS DOWN! The crowd starts to cheer for Jericho as he makes his way to the ring. He enters and looks at the fans.
JR: "Y2J" coming down to the ring to a thunderous applause!
Piper: This guy.....I don't know.
JR: Loss for words, Roddy?
Piper: Loss of caring, Ross!
Alex Shelley is already in the ring as the bell sounds. The crowd is electric they are expecting one hell of a X-Division Showcase between Jericho & Shelley, the X-Division Championship is suspended on the X wire, Jericho and Shelley glance around the steel cage before squaring up in the middle of the ring. Jericho has his cocky but wily smirk about him, nodding his head as Shelley gains a confident smirk. Jericho decides he’ll over his hand in a sportsman like gesture, which Shelley accepts the offer and begins shake Jericho’s hand but in an unbelievable moment Jericho boots Shelley in the gut. Shelley drops down to one knee but Jericho in an uncanny move leaps to Shelley’s shoulders and Shelley goes to push up and off of his shoulders, Jericho is forced upwards straight towards X-Division Champions which Jericho grabs.
Piper: Well I don’t believe it!
JR: Neither can I Roddy but it’s about to happen.
Shelley looks up but he’s too late and is in a state of shock as Jericho manages to unlatch UWF X-Division Championship.
*Ding Ding Ding*
-==Winner via grabbing the belt at 00:39: Chris Jericho, The UWF X-Division Champion==-
Jericho lands on his feet, and looks at Shelley and smirks once again. Shelley his hands on his hips and begins to applaud Jericho for his creative and quick method of winning the match, the fans are cheering Jericho’s creativity as he holds the UWF X-Division Championship above his head and he hasn’t even broke a sweat in this match up.
The camera's take us over to the Anarchy announce Team.
William Regal: Oh that was mighty dreadful Tony, I'd feel bad for Smackdown if it wasn't for that troll on the microphone who thinks he's Hulk Hogan.
Dawson: Well up next people it'll be 'The Celtic Warrior' Sheamus taking on Umaga. Remember this all came about when Sheamus decided to intervene and stop Umaga's rampaging through the ringside crew several weeks ago on Anarchy.
Regal: I hope Sheamus knows what he's gotten himself into with a savage such as Umanga.
Dawson: We're hearing something's going on backstage...
The cameras quickly switch backstage to show Sheamus being beaten up by Umaga. Umaga is throwing him against walls and onto the floor. He already has the Samoan Strap in his hand and he is whipping Sheamus relentlessly. He then grabs Sheamus by the head and in a sickening fashion begins to pound it of of a brick wall, splitting Sheamus wide open. Referees try to intervene but Umaga scares them off before wrapping the strap around his neck and dragging him down the hallway towards Gorilla, he then drags him out onto the entrance stage. Sheamus flails at Umaga but it's to no avail as Umaga headbutts him down to the steel mesh before dragging him down to ringside. He lifts him up at the bottom of the ramp up onto his shoulder before throwing Sheamus like a projectile into the outside of the steel cage. Umaga then drags Sheamus into the ring and calls for the match to begin.
Dawson: Surely this match can't be sanctioned?!
Regal: Well it is Anarchy my friend and I did say Sheamus was a very silly boy to get himself in a fight with a savage like Umanga.
Umaga attaches the other end of the strap to the arm of Sheamus himself and begins whipping him over the back with the thick leather. Umaga then pushes Sheamus into the corner and hits him with a headbutt dropping Sheamus down in the corner. Umaga then takes as many paces back as possible when the two are attached with the strap and hits Sheamus with the Samoan Hip Attack. Umaga then slaps the top turnbuckle. Umaga then drags Sheamus' bloodied carcass around and slaps another turnbuckle. Umaga completes this two more times without reply from Sheamus and retains the championship.
Winner and STILL UWF Extreme Champion: Umaga
Umaga has the strap removed and he takes the time to reach down and swipe some of the blood off of Sheamus' head and wipe it across his chest before letting out a wild roar as the crowd give a loud mixed reaction. Trish Stratus beckons him out of the cage as EMT's rush in to tend to Sheamus.
Dawson: Absolutely savage from Umaga.
Regal: He's proved just what it takes to be 'extreme' here in the land of Anarchy, impressive from Umanga.
*As Lockdown comes back from commercial, a video package is shown on the titantron*
Voice: Are you afraid of the dark?
*The scene is a dark room*
*A man can be seen and footsteps can be heard*
Voice: The darkness is a scary place.
*The screen turns black for a few seconds and then Vampiro is seen in front of the camera*
Vampiro: The darkness surrounds me. Every inch of my life is represented as death..... Everywhere I go, the darkness follows.
*It looks as if Vampiro teleports to the middle of the room*
Vampiro: Maybe it's time I step out of the darkness for once.... Or maybe it's time I bring the darkness somewhere else.... Somewhere full of light.... Somewhere that I know I belong....
*As Vampiro closes his eyes the screen goes black. As he opens his eyes, the scenery is different*
*Vampiro is seen inside of an empty arena standing of the ring apron*
Vampiro: I belong in the ring. And if I have to bring my dark surroundings with me, then so be it. Vampiro is back in the ring. And when the lights turn out *He let's out a devilish laugh* don't hide. Because you can't hide from the darkness, the Darkness always overcomes the light.
*The lights then turn out to show nothing but black on the screen*
Vampiro: You can't run.....
Lilian Garcia: The following contest is a TLC Cage match set for one fall!
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"Lovefurypassionenergy" by Boy Hits Car starts to blare through the arena and out walks Lita, and Jeff Hardy in unison. The crowd implode at the sight of this for the first time in years, as they both imitate their old entrance from back in the '90's. Jeff then says something to Lita, she nods, and she goes back to the back.
Piper: Ugh! Jeff Hardy already?! I hope D'Von makes quick work out of him!
JR: Way to be unbiased there, Roddy!
Jeff walks down the ramp and gets to the ring. Instead of entering the ring, He decides to walk around the ring and slap hands with fans sitting ringside.
TESTIFY!
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The theme music of Reverend D'Von hits the PA system and out walks the man himself with his donation box in hand. Notably absent, however, is his congregation Mark Henry and Jazz.
JR: Never thought i'd say this but D'Von doing the right thing and keeping his associates Mark Henry and Jazz out of this!
Piper: After what they accomplished on SmackDown, I bet D'Von gave them an entire week off!
D'Von comes out last, the cage has yet to be lowered as Hardy rushes towards D'Von as the both begin exchanging punches.
JR: The match has yet to start and already chaos!
Piper: I hope D'Von beats the hell out of that junkie!
Hardy manages to get the one up as he kicks D'Von in the abdomen section before grabbing him from the back of the head and throwing him towards the barricade near the bottom of the entrance ramp. Hardy walks towards the technicans as he grabs a huge metal box, once Hardy turns around D'Von is already up on his feet as he grabs Jeff Hardy's right arm before delivering a suplex. D'Von then gets to his feet and looks at the ring where tables, ladders and chair are already set up. D'Von smiles as he grabs the metal box and throws it into the ring, D'Von then grabs Hardy before delivering a huge spinebuster onto the barricade as the bottom of the entrance ramp left side barricade is completely wrecked! D'Von walks up to the back as the crowd is confused as the match hasn't officially started!
JR: Where the blue hell is D'Von heading to?
As JR finishes that sentence, D'Von comes back with a trolley full of weapons as he rushes to the ring and throws all the weapons into the ring, we can see Kendo Sticks, Fire Extinguisher, Trash Can, Thumbtacks and a baseball bat. Hardy gets to his feet as he punches D'Von in the back of the head before rolling him into the ring, the cage then lowers as D'Von tries to escape the cage before it's fully lowered but Hardy pulls him and tosses him towards the corner turnbuckle as Hardy rushes and connects with a huge kick to the chest of D'Von!
JR: And D'Von's chest nearly caving in with that shot!
Piper: He is a man of God, Ross!
D'Von then stumbles and takes a couple of steps towards Jeff Hardy as Jeff side-steps and runs towards the ropes as he looks for a bulldog but D'Von counters and places Jeff in a Full-Nelson hold but Hardy is able to get out of it quickly with an arm-drag. D'Von gets to his feet as Hardy does another arm-drag. D'Von gets back to his feet as Hardy connects with a lovely standing drop-kick. Hardy then walks over to the opposing corner turnbuckle where all the weapons are, he looks at the baseball bat as he picks it up. Hardy turns around only to notice D'Von is already up and is charging at him that Hardy has no time but he drops the baseball bat as D'Von connects with a huge body splash. D'Von grabs Hardy and positions him onto the top rope as D'Von looks for a superplex but Hardy is quickly fighting it off, Hardy manages to get onto the back of D'Von as he hooks the leg around D'Von's neck as Hardy does a huge frontflip Hurricana! Hardy looks for the pinfall instantly.
1...
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KICK OUT!
JR: What a kickout!
Piper: C'mon D'Von, don't let me down here!
The crowd gasps at the kick out as Hardy grabs a chair as he sets it up in the middle of the ring, Hardy thinks about the table but instead grabs the ladder as he begins to set that up. Hardy begins climbing the ladder as he reaches to the top as D'Von is still down. Hardy then frog-leaps over the ladder and looks for a huge leg-drop but D'Von moves out of the way on time before getting to his feet and kicking Hardy square in the chest. D'Von then grabs Hardy and places him onto the second rung of the ladder as D'Von grabs him in a powerbomb position and slams him straight onto the chair as the chair snaps in half. D'Von still holding onto Hardy then rushes towards the steel and throws him as Hardy crashes into the steel before eating the canvas.
JR: GOOD GAWD!
Piper: I bet that's not the type of hit you're used to, huh, Jeff?
D'Von then grabs the table as he begins to set the table up, D'Von then grabs thumbtacks and pours it over the table before grabbing a Kendo Stick. D'Von then grabs Hardy and looks for a Reverse STO using the Kendo Stick but somehow Hardy has found a way to worm himself out of it as he kicks D'Von from behind before running to the corner turnbuckle and leaping off with a huge moonsault that somewhat connects into a Reverse DDT! Hardy then gets to the top rope as he begins climbing trying to escape the cage but after he takes another step higher D'Von gets to his feet and grabs Hardy's feet back down to the top rope. D'Von then gets up as both men are standing on the rope rope near the corner. Both men throw punches at one another as D'Von looks for a huge right hand but Hardy ducks and looks for a sunset powerbomb but D'Von stays put as Hardy struggles to deliver the powerbomb! D'Von climbs up the steel structure as Hardy turns around and climbs up before grabbing the back of D'Von's head and slamming it to the steel cage. Hardy then looks for a Reverse STO which connects but D'Von turns around last second and makes it a crossbody as he goes for the pin!
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2...
KICK OUT!
JR: These two are throwing everything they've got here!
Piper: They have had great tag matches in the past.
D'Von is wondering what he has to do to finish the job. He then climbs up the ladder but unbeknownest Hardy is already up on the top rope. D'Von looks up towards the ceiling as Hardy walks on the top rope as he leaps off connecting with a dropkick as the ladder goes towards the other side as D'Von soars in the air and crashes into the steel structure, D'Von drops onto the ropes as he withers in pain as he drops to the mat. Hardy is doing everything he can to win this match as he begins climbing up the steel structure, he gets near the top of the cage as he sees D'Von is up on his feet. Without hesitation Hardy leaps off from the top corner of the cage as he does a huge Whisper In The Wind but D'Von rushes foward a bit and connects with a huge neckbreaker mid-air as Hardy goes crashing into the table!
JR: Holy...
Piper: Holy Shit. Just say the word JR!
Hardy is busted open as the back of his head connected to the thumbtacks. D'Von looks around astonished as he covers Jeff.
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KICK OUT!
JR: What will it take to put the "Charismatic Enigma" away?
Piper: Does anybody know Walter White's number?
D'Von picks Hardy up out of the wreckage and plants him with a DDT onto the steel ladder. After that, D'Von goes for yet another pinfall.
1..
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KICK OUT!
D'Von can't believe his eyes as Jeff continues kicking out. D'Von punds on the mat in frustration as he looks over to the ref in anger. He starts arguing with the referee over the count. As he does, Jeff starts to stir. As D'Von turns around, Jeff grabs him in an inside cradle pin. The ref goes for the count.
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KICK OUT!
D'Von gets out of it and grabs a kendo stick nearby. As Hardy gets up, D'Von nails him across the head with the kendo stick. D'Von sees that there's another table that's yet to be set up. He smiles as he sets it up near the corner turnbuckle as he grabs Hardy. D'Von drags Hardy to the corner turnbuckle as D'Von sits on the top rope. He pulls something out of his pocket as everyone gasp as it's petrol. D'Von pours the petrol over the table as he grabs a matchstick as Hardy is looking very unconcious at this point. D'Von lights the table on fire as he grabs Hardy and gets him onto the top rope. D'Von motions this one's over. He positions Hardy in a piledriver position as D'Von leaps off the top rope and plants Hardy head-first into the flaming table! Smoke pours out as the referee quickly grabs the fire extinguisher and tries to stop the fire, D'Von yells at him to make the pinfall count as he does.
1...
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3!
YOUR WINNER: REVEREND D'VON!
JR: D'Von has put Hardy away with a sickening finish.
Piper: What do you expect in a cage match? Them not to bleed and be pansies? Bow down to that Reverend!
D'Von has to use the ropes to bring himself up off of the mat but Jeff is lying motionless. The cage is being raised as Mark Henry and Jazz come out to congratulate and help their leader to the back. As they do, Lita comes out as well to check on Jeff.
JR: This doesn't look good, Roddy.
EMTs and backstage officials rush to the ring with a stretcher in tow. It takes a long while to get Jeff loaded onto the stretcher so the crowd begins chanting "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!" They finaly get him loaded and start wheeling him to the back. Before he is out of sight, Jeff throws up the Gunz sign.
We cut to a shot of somebody messing with a camera, before he steps back into the shot...
Zeb Colter: My name is Zeb Colter. The man who stands beside me, is Jack Swagger. We are Real Americans. We are Great Americans. We are Great Patriots. Now, first and foremost, we recognize that this country is in a constant state of decay. Jack and Myself, we don't see a great country exercising its dominance, we see a great country floundering amidst an economic and identical crisis. Who are we? Are we America? We're not so sure anymore. The line is blurry. The faces of the people making decisions aren't the same colour as they once were. So once again, we ask; Are we America? Or, are we a breeding ground for individuals who, quite frankly, don't belong? We'll tell you what this is; it's constitutionalism. It's constitutionalism as a result of the disease that is political correctness.
Swagger: Disease!
Colter smiles as Swagger reiterates his opinion.
Colter: Jack sees it. He's a Real American. I see it. I'm a Real American. And Real Americans know when they're being treated like dirt by the men supposedly governing us. We know when someone is taking us for fools! Now, we don't want this for our country. We want the values that were once embroidered in this great country's fabric to be restored. This is a movement of the people. The true people of America. This is us stating unequivocally, that we will not contribute to the demise of this nation. We will exercise our rights, and we will make statements that the leaches amongst us will take notice of. We will not house those who will not fight for this country. The truth is, that's far too many supposed American citizens. They're more content with their "iPhones" or "Facebooking". These people will find that this great revolution has no time for them, and as Real Americans, we say that realization cannot come soon enough. WE THE PEOPLE.
Colter lays his hand upon his chest, Swagger copies.
Swagger: WE THE PEOPLE.
The shot cuts out...
The arena is silent in anticipation for the next match, before an ominous beating sound descends upon the arena as the lights fade and the barbed wire steel cage lowers to the ring...
JR: This truly is a Satanic structure: steel cages are brutal enough without barbed wire surrounding the top. This match could easily end a career.
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UWF Hardcore Championship!
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The fans pop loudly upon hearing R-Truth's theme music as R-Truth comes walking out from the back and onto the stage holding a microphone. T-Truth welcomes the crowd as he proceeds to dance to his theme song and starts to rap to it as well, the crowd following along as well.
People over there what's up...
Feel me, stand up and say what's up!
What's Up!
Crowd: What's up!
What's up!
What's up!
What's Up!
What's up!
What's up!
What's up!
You can get with his this...
Or you can get with that.
You better get with this,
Cuz' this is where it's at.
What's up!
What's up!
What's up!
What's up!
What's Up!
What's up!
What's up!
What's up!
As R-Truth approaches the cage, he stops rapping and gazes up and smiles at the menacing structure. He rips off his shirt and throws it into the appreciative crowd before he climbs the steps and enters through the door of the cage. Truth paces around the ring and awaits his opponent.
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Kofi Kingston’s theme song plays over the arena much to the dismay of the capacity crowd. Kofi Kingston steps out onto the stage accompanied by Abraham Washington and they are hit with a chorus of boos from the fans. Kofi begins to laugh and points to the brand new gleaming belt around his waist, shouting abuse at a number of white males in the crowd who are making monkey gestures. The duo walk down the entrance ramp, and head towards the steel cage. Kofi eyes Truth inside the ring, before he holds up his belt and walks around the cage, never losing sight of Truth. Kofi finally gets to the door, and he hoists the Hardcore Championship belt to Washington. Kofi turns back to Truth, and climbs the steel steps into the ring. The door shuts behind him...
Kofi and Truth waste no time in flying towards each other, as Truth lands the first blow in the form of a clothesline. The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING
JR: Both these men are fired up for this one!
Kofi springs back to his feet from the clothesline and flies back towards Truth but is nailed with another clothesline. This time, it's Truth who drags Kofi back to his feet. He begins to lay into him with a flurry of right hands which back Kofi into the corner. Truth has Kofi trapped, and he mounts the turnbuckle over him, dropping big right hands down onto the forehead of Kofi. He counts to 10 shots, and then jumps off and circles the ring as Kofi groggily stumbles out of the corner. Truth gauges the cheers of the crowd, and charges back across the ring to crush Kofi into the turnbuckle in the corner with a clothesline, but Kofi is savvy, and dodges the attack. Truth crashes into the turnbuckle face first, and stumbles back, before Kofi swings a violent kick into the back of his leg, flooring him instantly. The crowd boo Kofi's methodical blow.
JR: That's a nasty shot to the back of Truth's leg, but certainly effective. Perhaps underhand...
Piper: You gotta do what you gotta do, JR!
JR: We'll see about that. Truth has dominated the early going but the tide may have just changed.
Kofi takes a second to nurse his forehead, which is still feeling the effects of Truth's beating in the corner. A flash of rage comes across Kofi, and he springs on the downed Truth, unleashing a series of vicious shots to the head of his opponent. The referee tries to interject and prize Kofi off Truth, but Kofi throws him aside and continues to beat away at R-Truth.
JR: The referee may not like this, but there's nothing he can do. This is a no-disqualification contest. Anything's legal...
Piper: That's the beauty of it!
Kofi finally relents, and he makes a pin..
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NO!
This obviously irks Kofi. He gets to his feet and looks to the corner. He strides over to the turnbuckle and climbs up. When he's at the top, though, Kofi decides that he's changed his mind. He wags his finger and climbs down. He walks up to Truth, drags him to his knees and slaps him in the face!
JR: What is wrong with this guy?!
Piper: I like him!
The crowd rain boos down upon Kofi, and he laps it up. He walks over to one side of the steel cage and stares through out into the audience, giving back the abuse he's receiving. As Kofi is distracted, R-Truth clambers to his feet behind him. He strides up to Kofi and grabs him from behind for a German Suplex or some sort of throw, but Kofi grabs the ropes. As Truth struggles to rip Kofi away from the ropes, Kofi throws his leg up behind him for a low-blow on Truth! Truth gasps and drops to his knees with a thud. Kofi turns round, and looks Truth in the eye, before he kicks him in the temple with a shot that echoes around the arena! Truth slumps to the floor, and Kofi makes the pin!
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NO!
JR: R-Truth isn't done!
Piper: That was close, though....
Kofi rises to his feet with rage burning in his eyes. He thought he had it. He screams something to Abraham Washington on the outside, who seems to follow instructions as he goes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He hoists the chair into the air and throws it high into the air, and it drops down inside the ring.
JR: Oh come on!
Piper: Anything's legal!
Kofi walks up to the steel chair and lifts it off the mat. His sinister smile tells the entire story, as he bangs it on the mat and waits for R-Truth to get to his feet. R-Truth slowly does so. First, he gets to his knees, then he slowly rises, unaware that Kofi is stood behind him waiting to nail him with the chair... Truth stumbles round and Kofi flies at him with a manic swing of the chair, but Truth ducks it! Kofi turns round with the chair raised high in the air and gets nailed with a kick to the face from R-Truth, which drives the chair into Kofi's forehead! The crowd erupt!
JR: This one's not done yet!
Both men are down, Kofi flat out from that shot. Truth takes a moment to drag himself over to Kofi to make the pin!
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NO!
JR: A split second away from a new Hardcore Champion!
Truth gets to his feet, he drags Kofi up to his feet along with him and holds him by the hair. He looks to the crowd to see what they want, and they want him to hurt Kofi. As such, he runs over to the side of the cage and throws Kofi head first into the metal! Kofi bounces off. The crowd cheers loudly for Kofi's misfortune as Truth grabs hold of him again and runs over to the other side of the ring, launching him into the other side! Kofi slumps down between the cage and the ropes, but Truth isn't done yet. He grabs Kofi by the hair and grinds his face against the steel cage, and Kofi screams in pain!
JR: Kofi getting a little bit of what he deserves!
Piper: He doesn't deserve this! He's the Hardcore Champion!
Truth finishes punishing Kofi, and the camera zooms into Kofi's face, which now has blood trickling down it. Truth drags Kofi over the top rope and into the ring. Kofi lands with a thud. Truth runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, he flies at Kofi and nails him with a flying forearm! Truth wastes no time in grabbing the floored Kofi, and dragging him up to his feet and then into the corner. He hoists Kofi up onto the top of the turnbuckle and climbs up with him. He leaps into the air and nails Kofi with a Hurricanrana from the top rope! The crowd burst into cheers!
JR: What a move from R-Truth!
Truth climbs back to his feet, and seeing the downed Kofi, he sees his chance! He approaches the side of the cage and stares up at the daunting barbed wire. Truth begins to climb as the crowd cheer loudly! He stands on the top rope and surveys the barbed wire, he grabs ahold of the top of the cage and hoists his right leg up awkwardly into the tangled mess of barbed wire. Blood begins to drip from the top of the cage where Truth's hands grasp the barbed wire!
JR: Truth is willing to put his body on the line to become Hardcore Champion! Nothing's going to stop him!
Piper: How noble...
Truth struggles to pull his entire body up to the top of the cage. The crowd will him on, knowing he's a coil of barbed wire away from being a champion. They begin to cheer louder as Truth finally manages to hoist his left leg into a position which will allow him to mount the cage. His right leg, however, is still entwined amongst the barbed wire. He tries to prize it free, but as he does, the crowd's cheers turn to horror as Kofi grabs Truth's left leg from below and yanks it off the cage. Truth loses his grip, and his body falls from the top of the cage... all apart from his right leg. Which is still trapped in the barbed wire, Truth hangs precariously, screaming in pain!
JR: Oh my god! R-Truth is helpless hanging from that barbed wire! His leg must be shredded!
Piper: Looks like this has really just become a Hardcore match!
Kofi slumps to the mat below and stares at Truth, hanging hopelessly from the top of the cell. Truth reaches out his arm to try and grab Kofi, but Kofi is too far away. He gets to his feet and grabs the steel chair from earlier, which lies next to him, and walks over to the face of Truth. He taunts R-Truth, mocking him... until Truth spits in Kofi's face! The crowd cheer loudly as Kofi wipes the spit from his face. A silence descends upon the arena, though, as Kofi raises the steel chair and crashes it against the head of Truth. Truth hangs limply, barely conscious. The rage on Kofi's face still lingers, though. Once again, he raises the chair and smashes it against the head of Truth. The crowd viciously boo Kofi. "Asshole" chants ring through the arena.
JR: This man is sick! God damn sick!
Suddenly, a realization hits Kofi; he can't pin Truth, and to leave the ring he has to chance the barbed wire. As Kofi is thinking his next move through, something lands next to Kofi; a jacket! At ringside, Abraham Washington is now just in a shirt, he's thrown his jacket into the ring!
JR: What the hell is this?
Kofi grabs the jacket and smiles. He ambles over to the side of the cage and begins to climb, jacket in hand. He throws the jacket over the top of the barbed wire to cover the spikes!
Piper! Ingenious!
JR: Come on....
Kofi climbs up onto the jacket, and on top of the cage, carefully avoiding the spikes near the jacket. He slips down on the other side and climbs down, dropping to the arena floor below. Abraham Washington sprints over to Kofi with the Hardcore Championship in hand as the bell rings!
Winner, and STILL Hardcore Champion, Kofi Kingston!
JR: Son of a bitch!
Piper: All's fair in love and hardcore. I love this guy!
Kofi holds his ribs as he celebrates with Washington at ringside. A flurry of referees rush down the ramp past Kofi to help down R-Truth, who is still hanging from the top of the cage.
JR: R-Truth gave it his all tonight, and deserves better than this! I think if it's not for the fact that he got caught in that barbed wire, he would have been the new Hardcore Champion tonight!
Piper: Not to be! Kofi, however, proved exactly why he's the Hardcore Champ!
The shot of Kofi celebrating on the ramp is the last thing we see, as the shot fades to black.
We cut backstage where Josh Matthews is stood in the interview area.
Matthews: Right now, I have John Morrison here with me before his match tonight.
The camera pans out to show Morrison stood beside Matthews.
Matthews: So, John, tonight you return to UWF Pay-per-view. Excited to get back into the swing of things?
Morrison eyes Matthews with a look of disgust as he begins to answer.
Morrison: Josh, spare me your rhetoric. I'm not stood here with the intention of hosting a male-bonding session with you. You're not my "pal". You're a goofball wrapped in a vile suit. The Guru of Greatness stands here to send a message, loud and clear; that tonight, John Morrison truly returns to UWF. Thus far, I've been frustrated. I've been boxed up and prevented from doing what I do best; winning, and doing it in the most imperious manner imaginable. Ken Kennedy thinks this is the beginning for him, and he's right; it's the beginning of the end. Tonight, he finally stumbles into the untameable leviathan that he's heard so much about. He finds out the true, brutally real version of events and his perception of the world comes crashing down around him.
Matthews tries to interject, but Morrison snatches the mic and shoves Matthews out of the shot, before he continues.
Morrison: Ken, I'm sure the view's nice from inside the bubble, and I'm sure labeling yourself "The Black Sheep" feels mightily 'edgy', but what you don't realize is that your view is little more than a self-prescribed placebo. Why does Ken Kennedy suck? Apparently, it's because he's an outlaw... a "black sheep". I bet that's a lot easier to tell people, right? Well, tonight, John Morrison spits in the face of such conjecture. The Shaman of Sexy derobes the myth and beheads the beast. Why? Because I'm the one man in this business who can't be fooled. My wisdom is infinite, my clairvoyance is inherent. With that being said, I see straight through Ken Kennedy, and don't like what I see. As such, I strike a dagger through the whimpering heart of his title aspirations and move on to my next conquest.
Morrison pauses for a moment before he speaks on.
Morrison: Broach your underdog claims and tales of woe all you like, but it won't change the fact that tonight, John Morrison breaks into the farm and butchers The Black Sheep. "Bahh".
Morrison drops the mic and strides away, as the shot fades to black.
The fans begin to rumble as lights flash over the steel structure, the classic pro wrestling cage, as it begins to descend from the rafters.
The cage is secured in place by officials and ring technicians as Justin Roberts stands to take his place at ringside to address the crowd. After a moment of silence the crowd erupts into a loud mixed reaction.
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John Morrison steps out from the back, slowly, taking in the moment. He looks genuinely like he’s missed being live on pay-per-view for but a second before he reverts back to classic JoMo and poses for flashbulbs to go off left, right and centre. He finally makes his way down the ring with a lazy saunter the likes of which he has become famous for.
Justin Roberts: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested inside a steel cage! The only way to win is by escaping the cage. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, Johnnn Morrison!
Morrison steps confidently up the steel steps and through the cage door before doing a forward roll into the opposite corner and seamlessly transitioning it into stretching his calves and hamstrings. He turns, confidence abounding, to face the entrance.
KENNEDY!
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Turn Up The Trouble now replaces Morrison’s custom titantron and Justin Roberts, knowing his place, promptly sits down to avoid any shenanigans. Kennedy walks out onto the stage and immediately removes his tee as the crowd pop. Apparently he’s all business as he quickly ushers his classic microphone down from the rafters into his hands. His music dies down as he speaks.
Mr. Kennedy: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I hail from GREEEEN BAYYY, WISCONSIIIIN and tonight I don’t care about how many pounds I’m carrying, nuh-uh, I care about whooping pretty boys ass!
Kennedy throws the microphone away before he can do his trademark introduction and Morrison, who was stretching, is only alerted as Kennedy reaches the steel steps and that was by the crowd noise! Morrison takes a fighting stance in time to defend himself from Kennedy’s exuberance but it might not be enough.
THE DOOR IS LOCKED – DING DING DING
Morrison is expecting to block some right hands but instead Kennedy lowers his head and takes Morrison down to the mat. Kennedy unloads with rights and lefts as the crowd get behind Kennedy and Morrison tries to cover up. Eventually Morrison shoves Kennedy and scrambles to his feet. The two men eye each other and circle each other but once again Morrison is caught and is taken down in an exact repeat from prior and is dealt another series of right hands before he can cover up and scramble away. Kennedy smirks as he advances on a retreating Morrison and lifts him to his feet. He grabs Morrison by the hair and attempts to throw him into the steel of the cage but JoMo stops his momentum. He turns around and hits the opposite ropes, ducking underneath a clothesline attempt from Kennedy, before rebounding and being hit with the clothesline at the second attempt! Kennedy smiles as he is in control.
Piper: Morrison has looked good on Raw but maybe the occasion has got to him tonight JR, he looks like a punk out here.
JR: I’m not so sure, we all know what John Morrison is capable of and this one is going to go the distance.
Kennedy drags Morrison to his feet and sets up for an early mic check that pops the crowd but Morrison fights out and hits some forearms to Kennedy’s jaw. Finally, with some offense in, Morrison goes on the advance and shoves Kennedy into the corner. Morrison whips Kennedy across the ring with authority and Kennedy hits the turnbuckle hard before stumbling out. Morrison is quick to land a sweet dropkick right on the money! Morrison thinks of going for the pin but it’s escape only so quickly heads towards the cage door.
JR: Our first escape attempt!
Piper: I’ll give you great odds on him failing here.
Before the officials can even remove the lock Kennedy is up and swinging Morrison around to try and land a right hand but Morrison ducks under and clasps his hands around Kennedy’s waist in a belly to back situation before taking him down with it. Kennedy spins into a seated position with Morrison still holding the grip around the midsection and Kennedy drives up to a vertical base. Kennedy turns Morrison inside out with a grip on the left wrist leaving Ken now in control with a hammer lock. Morrison quickly reverses this himself but holds onto the wrist and extends the arm instead before stepping in and driving his elbow down onto the tricep of Kennedy sending the latter to the mat. Morrison maintains his grip on the wrist as they fall to the mat and holds on to turn it into a rudimentary arm bar. The crowd start to get into the technical action, popping for Kennedy’s reversals and booing the Morrison advantage. With enough resistance and momentum Kennedy manages to force Morrison back to the hammerlock, with Kennedy face down and Morrison on his knees, but continuing to force the issue manages to give Kennedy an opening to take the hold to a seated position on his part. From here he reaches up and snapmares Morrison over, JoMo landing hard on his coccyx, as Kennedy now applies a headlock into a grounded headlock. The crowd actually start to clap at the hold to hold wrestling.
JR: Well I thought this would be a slobberknocker but I don’t think the cage has featured.
Piper: This isn’t what the fans have paid for!
Morrison strikes at the grip Kennedy has and manages to swing himself into a seated position with Ken altering his grip to a chin lock. Morrison uses his athletic prowess to raise his hips and torso off the mat so that he is stood as a curve with Kennedy still holding onto the chin lock but Morrison quickly turns himself 180, grabs Kennedy’s arm, and applies an arm wrench. He torques and twists it around again and then attempts a third wrench but Kennedy grabs it, loosens Morrison’s grip, and applies his OWN arm wrench to Morrison. Kennedy now twists it a second time and is successful in getting the third wrench forcing John to flip to the mat below. Not missing a beat though Morrison immediately kips up and out of the grip and as Kennedy advances on him to regain momentum Morrison grabs a drop toe hold and Kennedy eats canvas. Morrison backs off though instead of keeping up the pressure and opts for another escape attempt. Kennedy isn’t having it though and as Morrison heads for the door Kennedy scrambles to his feet and hits a back suplex! The first reprieve the two men have really got and the crowd stand on their feet to show their appreciation. Kennedy sits and holds his jaw, simply smirking at being dragged into a technical bout.
Piper: In the middle of a frickin’ cage!
JR: No-one ever said these two superstars couldn’t straight up wrestle and they’re proving it tonight.
Piper: Escape only, you heard Roberts, this isn’t going to cut it.
As if Piper is feeding directly into his ear Kennedy takes the opportunity whilst Morrison is clutching at his back to advance on him and look for some right hands but Morrison backs off towards the corner and ends up pulling Kennedy face first into the middle turnbuckle. Morrison gets to his feet as Kennedy does likewise, though the latter is stumbling backwards from the shot to the turnbuckle, and Morrison hits a Russian leg sweep to really turn up the heat on the shots to the head. Morrison backwards rolls all the way out of the manoeuvre and back to a vertical base. Kennedy wobbles to his feet and throws a wild right towards Morrison who ducks it and grabs Kennedy to hit an inverted atomic drop. Kennedy holds his pelvis and turns into what Morrison hopes to be a springboard kick of sorts but Kennedy blocks the leg and throws Morrison to the ground before applying a single leg Boston crab. The hold isn’t applied for long though as Morrison uses the ropes, not to break the hold, but to give himself leverage to stand on one leg, wriggle his held leg free, and hits an enzuigiri which stuns Kennedy. Morrison tries to climb the cage from this position as Kennedy hits the canvas but as he tries to get a good footing half way up the side of the cage his leg gives out slightly and he has to adjust. The slight damage done to the leg buys Kennedy the time he needs to recover and pull Morrison down to the ring. With an almost evil glint in his eyes Kennedy grabs Morrison’s head and, for the first time in the match bringing the crowd alive, Kennedy drives Morrison into the steel cage and he almost bounces back to the other side of the ring.
Piper: There we are! That’s more like it!
JR: Business may have just picked up, folks.
Kennedy stays on the offensive and grabs Morrison again before he can recover and drives him head first into the steel cage again! This time Morrison gets hung up on the top rope and falls to the apron between the ring ropes and the steel cage. Kennedy, with the crowd behind him, goes to pick Morrison up as he rolls under the bottom rope but in a small scuffle of fists Morrison pokes Kennedy in the eye before using the ropes to hit a springboard roundhouse kick. Morrison is quickly to his feet again and climbs the turnbuckle looking for an escape route to end this match. Kenned is to his feet fast enough to stop Morrison reaching the top of the cage though and pulls him down to the turnbuckle. Kennedy, standing on the ropes, tries to drive Morrison’s head into the cage but John blocks it and instead shoves Kennedy into the cage who then gets hung up on the tope rope too! Junk not necessarily intact Kennedy rolls to the canvas. This time, instead of trying to escape, Morrison sees the shiny lights of the arena and turns around instead to face the downed Kennedy. With headlines there to be taken, Morrison comes off the top with a shooting star press! Unfortunately, Ken totally has it scouted and rolls out of the way leaving Morrison to crash and burn. Kennedy hardly has the energy to capitalise though and both men are down, winded and recovering.
Piper: Sometimes you go for it all and come up short.
JR: Both of these men would love this win, live on pay-per-view, to catapult themselves into contention and they are showing just what they’ll do to win from chain wrestling to leaps of faith. Gawd Tuesday Night Raw might not be the same when these guys come into town next week.
Both men make it to their feet and start throwing right hands. The crowd, after the failed spot, now start with mixed reactions for both men but quickly remember their general disdain for Morrison and start to rally behind Kennedy. It looks like Ken gains the upper hand but as he lands some successful rights and irish whips Morrison across the ring Morrison holds onto the ropes and sidesteps the rushing Kennedy to give the loud mouth from Green Bay a taste of his own steel mesh medicine! As Kennedy turns around Morrison hooks his head under Kennedy’s arm, holds his far arm across the body, and hits a moonsault side slam to perfection. Morrison holds his own midsection and looks lost for a second but quickly notices where he is in the ring and crawls towards the door. Kennedy notices at the last possible moment and scrambles to grab Morrison’s foot as he exits the cage door on his stomach. Kennedy uses his slight strength advantage to drag Morrison back into the ring and the two men get to their feet. Morrison strikes with some vicious right hands and a kick to the gut but as he goes for the scoop slam Kennedy slides down the back, spins JoMo round, and plants him with a DDT. A smirk on Kennedy’s face reveals he thinks he might have and he starts a slow climb up the cage. Kennedy isn’t making good time though and Morrison gets back to his feet and positions himself beneath Kennedy so that he manoeuvres into an electric chair position. Morrison doesn’t plant Kennedy immediately though and instead takes several steps backwards and falls back forcing the back of Kennedy’s head into the steel cage on the opposite side of the ring to the one he was climbing seconds earlier.
Piper: Even I felt that!
JR: This is turning into the slobber knocker we all predicted, Kennedy could be out cold.
Morrison holds the back of his own head but keeps up the offense by grabbing Kennedy’s head and grating it against the cage mesh resulting in several cuts appearing on Kennedy. Blood starts to trickle into his eyes but this seems to give Kennedy a burst of energy as he elbows Morrison in the gut, turns round and lands some vicious right hands, and forces Morrison into the corner. Kennedy thrusts a shoulder into Morrison’s midsection before turning around and positioning Morrison onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Showing ridiculous strength Kennedy then holds onto the cage with one hand, Morrison’s body with the other, and climbs the turnbuckle! One…two…and eventually three but as they reach the top Morrison wriggles down to be standing on the ropes, both men now stood they trade right hands but Kennedy isn’t going to let Morrison get away and delivers a kick to the gut before hoisting Morrison back onto his shoulders and delivering the Green Bay Plunge from the top rope! A “holy shit†chant starts as Kennedy holds his own back and the image of blood pouring from his head becomes the image that will be replayed from this match time and time again. Kennedy can’t quite see properly and loses a few valuable seconds getting his bearings. He does finally get to his feet and head towards the door though and the crowd pop for the apparent victory but as he reaches the door Morrison comes out of nowhere, running across the very top rope on the nearside of the cage, to deliver a vicious kick to Kennedy’s head and stop him exiting the cage. The officials close the cage door as Kennedy falls to the mat and Morrison wastes little time in finally hitting a beautiful shooting star press from the top rope! Flashbulbs go off as each man tries to one up the other for the highlight reel from this match. Unfortunately for Morrison the move takes a lot out of him too and neither man can capitalise on the other being down. Eventually they both make it to their knees and come face to face to trade right hands once more. Morrison lands a stiff European uppercut and then both men climb to their knees. Their energy levels are low so they really are slugging it out…until Kennedy hooks Morrison’s head and delivers a mic check dead centre of the ring! The crowd pop huge as Kennedy clambers to his feet and starts to climb the cage. Half way up though he has a change of heart and hops back down to the mat. He touches his now gushing head and flicks blood to the mat. His expression changes to one of anger and the crowd is a little confused. They pop once they realise his intention is to try to cause Morrison some more pain though.
Piper: Take the win, kid!
JR: I’m inclined to agree but John Morrison has really put Ken Kennedy through it tonight and he wants some retribution.
With blood trickling down his face, Kennedy sets up holding Morrison’s legs in order to catapult him into the side of the cage. As he does so however, Kennedy doesn’t quite get all of the move and Morrison uses the added momentum to jump up and hang on to the side of the cage!
JR: What athleticism!
Piper: There’s nowhere to hang on! How the hell did he do that?
Morrison gets a grip and scampers up to the top of the cage before turning and mocking Kennedy who has just realised what’s happened. It doesn’t look like Kennedy is going to make it to stop Morrison but with a turn of pace rarely seen Kennedy climbs up the ropes and half way up the cage in time to grab Morrison’s trailing leg and stop Morrison falling to the floor below! Kennedy pulls Morrison back into a seated position atop the cage and as Morrison tries to reach down and land right hands to Kennedy’s already busted forehead Kennedy just keeps climbing! Shot after shot and Kennedy will not go away. The crowd really start to rally behind Kennedy as the two men now sit atop the cage and trade right hands. Right after right when suddenly Kennedy lands a fiercer shot and takes advantage! Morrison wobbles and leans over to the outside but manages to stay on the cage.
JR: That could kill John Morrison! He’d be broken in half!
Piper: But if he falls, he wins!
Kennedy tries to usher Morrison into the ring to give him a free shot at climbing to the outside but Morrison gets a second wind from nowhere and lifts his right leg to connect with a shot to the head, a modified enzuigiri, the impact of which can be heard the arena over. Kennedy’s eyes glaze over, he’s out on his feet, and he falls from the top of the cage…into the ring!
JR: My God….
Piper: Is he ok? We need help…this all blew up in a hot minute.
Kennedy lands awkwardly and the crowd are split between boos for Morrison and shock at what they just witnessed and the danger Kennedy could be in as Morrison glances at Kennedy before climbing down the outside of the cage and dropping to the floor.
Your Winner: John Morrison!
The bell rings and the officials quickly unhook the cage so that it can rise back to the rafters. Medics rush the ring but as they arrive Kennedy stirs and wobbles to his feet. The crowd boo as Morrison sees this and slides into the ring himself towards Kennedy. Morrison glares at the fallen, bloodied body of Mr. Kennedy but seems to think better of doing something unsportsmanlike. Instead he merely rubs the victory in by standing dead centre of the ring and demanding the official to raise his hand.
Morrison rolls to the outside and heads to the back as the reaction turns to mixed now that Kenned stumbles to his feet and the crowd realise they’ve seen one hell of a match and, somehow, both men remain ok.
Lockdown is still going strong as we are taken to a taped vingette from Matt Hardy Version 1, a contender to the UWF International Championship. He is dressed to kill and showing off his lavish home. He then breaks the silence.
Matt Hardy Version 1: July 14th, 2013. Lockdown. The night Matt Hardy Version 1 makes history. Inside of that steel cage, a match I know very well, I and 3 nobodies do battle for the UWF International Championship. To say I'm not the favorite would be an understatement but good thing nothing you fans think matters. I don't care that you don't like me. I don't care that you call me "Fatt Hardy". It doesn't bother me. Wanna know why? Because I know that my life is a million times better than yours. Take a look at this mansion behind me. And, to my right, my Corvette. Behind the camera is my beautiful and sexy fiancee Reby Sky, a Playboy bunny. I'm a nationally-recognized Wrestling Icon. On a daily basis, I get approached for autographs and pictures. Why should I, a certified millionaire, give a damn about what you fans write about me on blogs and message boards? Matt Hardy Version 1 is just simply better than you.
Matt pauses for a brief moment as he adjusts his suit and tie. He then continues.
Matt Hardy Version 1: My opponents, CM Punk, Dolph Ziggler and that dancing freak Fandango, they all think they have this match in the bag. Good, I want them to think that way because it will be so much sweeter when I humiliate them and I crush their hopes and dreams when the bell is rung and my hand is raised as the NEW International Champion. The prophecy has been made known. The Era of Mattitude will commence tonight and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'm not here to make fans or sell merchandise. I've been there and done that. Just take a look behind me. I'm done sacrificing myself for your amusement. If you want a Matt Hardy who will come down here, kiss your babies, huge your fat chicks and be happy just to be here, then you don't deserve to have an opinion. That Matt Hardy is dead and gone and, in his place, is an upgraded, fully rehabilitated and perfect human being in every single possible way imaginable. Vince Russo nailed the jackpot when he got me on his brand because, with me on this brand, this brand goes up considerably in value.....
Matt takes out a wad of cash and just makes it rain right in front of the camera as we fade back to the show.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Christy Hemme: Ladies and gentleman, under the order of Vince Russo, the following contest is now a 30 minute Ironman Match and it is to determine the first ever Ironman Champion!
Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 255 pound, he is 'The Game' Triple H!
Triple H stands on the entrance as the fans lend out a nice pop to The Game. Triple H is holding his head down the raises it up as he spits water into the air, then yells out a war cry as he heads down towards the ring. He walks down the ramp as he is in complete focus then turns at ringside and steps onto the apron, then looks into the crowd. Triple H then drinks some more water and spits it into the crowd, then throws the bottle away as he enters the ring and poses to the crowd.
Christy Hemme: And introducing his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds... representing the Latin American Xchange, 'The Notorious 187' Homicide!
The LAX theme plays over the PA system and the crowd begin to give a loud mixed reaction. Before long Homicide comes out from the back with Hernandez and Konnan not too far behind him. They make their way down to the ring throwing out gang signs and shouting at the crowd in Spanish. Homicide slides into the ring and heads to the top rope to throw out the LAX hands as the crowd boo.
UWF Ironman Championship
30-Minute Ironman Match
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Triple H can already smell the gold in his possession as he smiles at Homicide, knowing that he'll be easy work for him. Homicide doesn't acknowledge Triple H's confidence as he walks up to him and slaps The Game across the face as a sign of disrespect to The Game. Triple H backs up a few steps as he holds his cheek as Homicide starts to laugh, Triple H then develops a face of anguish as he charges at Homicide and connects with a vicious clothesline to Homicide! Homicide crashes to the ground as Triple H looks down at him, Homicide has clearly pissed off Triple H already. Homicide gets back up but only receives a high knee strike to the chin as Homicide goes back down, Triple H then wiping his hair back as deeply inhales, trying to calm himself down. Homicide gets on all fours as Triple H grabs Homicide's head, then brings him to a corner where he smashes his head to the turnbuckle, then turns him around as he starts landing a series of punches to the face, then brings him forward to the center but clotheslines him to the mat instead! Triple H is on one knee as he takes a deep breathe as Homicide rolls around the ring, holding onto his neck from the whiplash as he goes towards the ropes. Homicide then gets up with the assist of the ropes as he urges Triple H on, Triple H taking the bait and runs up to Homicide but Homicide lowers the ropes down as Triple H goes flying over the ropes and crashes to ringside!
Dawson: Homicide is playing on Triple H's anger to cause him to make these kinds of mistakes! It's things like these that'll cause Triple H to lose the match right here.
Regal: Triple H is quite capable of controlling his anger there dear boy. The man is a wrecking machine if he gets flustered.
Triple H manages to get back to his feet quickly as Homicide is in the center of the ring, urging Triple H to get back inside the ring. Triple H exhales with rage as he charges back inside the ring and goes for a running clothesline but Homicide ducks it and follows up with a neckbreaker to Triple H. Triple H crashes to the mat and is holding his neck in pain as Homicide is showing off to the crowd, then waits for Triple H to get on all fours as he runs up and kicks him in the ribs. Triple H rolls to the ropes as he holds onto his ribs as Homicide approaches him and starts to stomp onto Triple H. Homicide keeps The Game grounded as Triple H tries to fight back but is unable to. Homicide then looks down as he drags Triple H to the center of the ring then punches him a couple of more times before going to the top rope. Homicide makes it to the turnbuckles as he poses to the crowd some more, then looks down before jumping off the ropes and going for the diving double stomp but Triple H quickly gets up and executes a jumping knee smash to the face of Homicide!
Dawson: Triple H just displayed a great counter right there ladies and gentleman! He is not a wrestler to be messed with!
Homicide crashes to the mat as Triple H gets back up and looks down at Homicide. Triple H then gets Homicide back up and brings him to the corner, where he lays down several punches to Homicide before whipping him to the opposite corner. Triple H then runs at Homicide as he charges at Homicide but Homicide gets out of the way and The Game crashes to the corner, Homicide then spins around and gets Triple H into a school boy while his feet are on the ropes...
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Regal: Oh dear...
Homicide gets the first fall with 26:24 left, setting the score at 1-0!
Homicide gets back up and retreats away from Triple H as The Game gets back up and blows a gasket at he's been duped from Homicide. Homicide is laughing at the situation but Triple H explodes in rage as he charges at Homicide but Homicide uses his anger to his advantage by tripping him by the corner as he smashes his face onto the bottom turnbuckle. Homicide then prepares as Triple H gets back up and turns around but Homicide kicks Triple H in the gut then nails an exploder suplex onto Triple H! Triple H is down as Homicide starts to taunt The Game, then walks up to him and slaps him while he's down, then scraps his boot onto his face as Triple H moves away. Homicide then gets Triple H onto the feet as he goes behind him and gets him into the double underhook, this lifts him onto his back as he goes for Da Cop Killa but Triple H slips out and pushes him aside, Homicide then runs up to Triple H but Hunter grapples Homicide and breaks out the spinning spinebuster onto Homicide! Triple H then goes for the cover...
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And Homicide kicks out! Triple H can't believe but but isn't too worried as he has plenty of time to catch up to Homicide's score. Triple H then grabs Homicide by the head as he brings him to his feet as he starts to lay down more punches but Homicide blocks one lands hits a fist himself. Triple H backs up a few paces as Homicide as he hits a dropkick to Triple H's leg which brings him down to one knee, then bounces off the ropes nearby as he advances to Triple H with a shining wizard but Triple H lays down as Homicide misses it, Triple H then gets up and grabs Homicide from behind, then nails Homicide with a reverse suplex! Triple H feels the momentum coming back to him as Homicide is holding onto his ribs in pain. Homicide then gets onto his feet but Triple H lays Homicide out with a clothesline! Triple H then picks him up and nails several punches that brings Homicide to the corner, then throws him to opposite corner as The Game hits a running clothesline to Homicide, then brings him towards the center and lands a back body drop onto Homicide!
Dawson: Triple H is proving once again why he dominates the wrestling ring and doesn't take nonsense from the likes of Homicide!
Homicide then gets back up as Triple H advances toward him but Homicide ducks a snap punch, Triple H turning over as Homicide kicks Triple H in the stomach as he goes for a DDT onto Triple H! Homicide then explodes from the mat as he gets hot-headed for bringing down The Game, then approaches him as he starts to curse towards Triple H. Triple H blinks as he sees Homicide over him mocking him as he grabs Homide by his shirt and pulls him to the ground, Triple H then landing some mounted punches onto Homicide. Triple H then gets back up as he starts to taunt Homicide, claiming how stupid he is but Konnan runs down the ramp and stands onto the apron! Triple H then runs up and tries to push him off the apron but Konnan jumps out of the way!
Dawson: Oh come on! This is between Triple H and Homicide, leave the rest out of this!
Regal: Is there not there a cage above us that we can use? I mean really now... look out!
Homicide runs up and underhooks Triple H's arms as he lifts him up with his back, then backs up a few paces towards the middle of the ring as he jumps up and lands Da Cop Killa onto The Game! Homicide then gets Triple H into the cover...
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Homicide gets the second fall with 23:24 left, bringing the score to 2-0!
Regal: I suppose it was obvious that Homicide would bring out his partners to assist him in this match. Quite a disaster so far for Triple H actually.
Dawson: You think? He's already down 2-0 !!
Homicide jumps back up as he celebrates in the ring over his new fall, Konnan celebrating from ringside as well. Triple H is down on the mat as Homicide goes over to him and drags him towards the corner, then climbs onto the top rope and looks into the audience members, bringing up a gang sign as he jumps from the ropes and hits The Game with a diving double stomp! Homicide then looks down as Triple H struggles to deal with the pain but Homicide doesn't give him any breathing room as he brings him back up and throws him to the corner nearby and gets him into the sitting position. Homicide then places his foot as he applies pressure onto Triple H's face with the foot, Triple H trying to move Homicide's foot away. Homicide finally lets go as Homicdie moves away from The Game as the referee lectures him on dirty play but Konnan takes off his belt and starts to choks Triple H from ringside using the belt! Konnan moves away from Triple H as the referee is down with his lecture, Homicide then drags Triple H towards the middle of the ring and goes for the cover...
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And Triple H kicks out! Homicide was hoping to gain a further advantage but Triple H is currently denying that. Triple H is holding onto his neck as it starts to redden up from the belt as Homicide gets him to his feet. Homicide then signals for the Gringo Cutter and sets Triple H up for it but Triple H ends up tossing Homicide to the canvas! Homicide then gets up and tries to get the momentum back but Triple H knees Homicide in the midsection then nails a HUGE knife chop that sends Homicide crashing to the mat! Triple H then turns around as Hernandez enters the ring and goes for a chairshot but Triple H moves out of the way, Hernandez smashing the ropes with the chair and hits him in the face as Triple H dumps him out of the ring!
Dawson: LAX tried to take out The Game once again but he outsmarted the Latino's this time!
Regal: Maybe so lad but Homicide is definitely no fool.
Triple H looks outside to Hernandez as Konnan slips in a lead pipe to Homicide's hand, Homicide grasping is closely. Homicide then gets up as Triple H turns around and approaches him but Homicide jumps up and hits the lead pipe to Triple H's skull! The referee sees it and falls for a disqualification!
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Third fall goes to Triple H at 20:45... bringing the score up to 2-1!
Triple H is down as Homicide doesn't care about giving Triple H the fall, as he's still one ahead of The Game. The referee then grabs the lead pipe and tosses it aside as Homicide approaches Triple H and drags him to the center of the ring, then gets him into the sleeper hold! Triple H doesn't have much stamina as he's recovering from the lead pipe shot to the skull, but still moves his arms around as he tries to fight out of the headlock. Triple H though is unable to get to his feet as Homcide keeps him grounded with the sleeper hold, Triple H losing some movement due to the lack of oxygen.
Regal: And the poor man might lose another fall if he becomes unconcious from this hold. Things aren't looking too good for The Game right now.
Triple H now as lost all movement of his arms as the referee notices this and checks on Triple H. Triple H doesn't respond to the referee so the ref lifts up Triple H's arm and drops it, the arms falling down as the referee counts 'one'. The referee the lifts up the arm again, then falls to the side again as he counts 'two'. Homicide then starts to squeeze harder as Triple H's arm is raised for a third time, the arms falling down but Triple H fights to keep it up! Homicide looks shocked as he tries to tighen the hold but Triple H is bringing his fight back as he is slowly able to get onto his feet. Homicide then looks like that is getting worried as Triple H nails an elbow to the gut of Homicide, then another one as Homicide releases the hold!
Dawson: Triple H has broken out of the sleeper hold!
Regal: Maybe so, but the questions remains on how much damage Homicide has brought to The Game.
Triple H then spins around as Homicide is holding onto his gut as he grabs Homicide's tights as he executes a suplex to Homicide! Homicide crashes to the mat while holding onto his back in agony as Hernedaz starts to yell out at Triple H. Triple H flips him off as he walks up and grapples Homicide's head and takes him to a corner and smashes his head onto the top turnbuckle, then does it again as Homicide becomes completely dazed while facing Triple H. Triple H then places Homicide onto the top turnbuckle as he climbs up onto the second set of ropes. Triple H then brings Homicide onto the top rope as he gets on them as well as he lifts Homicide by the pants and nails a superplex onto the ring below! Both men are down the refere is checking up on the both of them, Triple H gets on all fours as he slowly climbs and goes for the cover on Homicide...
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The Fourth fall goes to Triple H with 17:01 remaining... tieing up the score to 2-2!
William Regal: The lad has tied the score! Both men will stop at nothing now to gain the upper advantage over their opponent!
Triple H rolls away as he tries to catch his breathe as Homicide is down as well, Konnan and Hernandez are are encouraging Homicide to get up. Triple H makes it to his feet as Homicide looks up to The Game as Triple H brings him to his feet then hits a knife chop to the chest of Homicide. Homicide backs up a few paces as Triple H follows him then hits another one as Homicide backs up to the corner. Triple H wipes some hair away from his face as he whips Homicide to the opposite corner but Homicide counter-whips Triple H, Triple H crashes to the corner as Homicide charges at The Game but Triple H smashes an elbow to Homicide, as the LAX member backs up a few paces while holding onto his head in pain as Triple H runs up and executes a running neckbreaker to Homicide! Konnan starts yelling at Triple H as Triple H gets back up and starts arguing back with Konnan, Hernandez then climbs onto the apron as Triple H turns around and punches Hernandez off the apron. Homicide then gets up and runs at Triple H to go for an ambush attack but Triple H turns around and kicks Homicide in the gut then quickly nails a Pedigree onto Homicide!
Dawson: It looks like that LAX's tricks didn't work this time!
Triple H then goes down and goes for the cover...
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Dawson: I guess not! Homicide doesn't want to lose the lead that easily!
Triple H can't believe that he didn't score the fall right there as Homicide lays down nearly unconscious. Triple H looks down at Homicide then back at Konnan who is still mocking him from ringside. Triple H has had enough of Konnan as he exits the ring and starts to get face to face with Konnan, Konnan still has a smug look on his face as Triple H points to Konnan and starts to threaten him. Konnan then shoves Triple H away and tries to counter back with threats of his own but Triple H is having none of it and punches Konnan right in the jaw. Konnan falls down as Hernandez runs up and knocks The Game down, but Triple H gets right back up and exchanges blows with Hernandez as Homicide pops up and does a suicide dive right onto Triple H!
Regal: Ouch, I would imagine that would leave a mark.
Dawson: Homicide is pulling all the stops now on Triple H. He wants that title badly!
Homicide gets up and starts clubbing the back of Triple H, then brings him over to where the announcer's table is and throws him over it, landing on the other side. Homicide then climbs over as he grabs Triple H's head and smashes it onto the announcer's table, then grabs a camera cord as Triple is stunned then proceeds to choke Triple H with it. Triple H tries to fight out of it but Homicide hops onto his back and continues to choke out Triple H with the cord, Triple H though uses his size and flips Homicide over his shoulder which sends him over the table back to ringside. Triple H then tries to catch his breathe as he walks up to Homicide and throws him back inside the ring. Triple H then peers at Hernandez briefly before entering the ring himself. Konnan then jumps onto the apron again as he starts to shriek at The Game over punching him, allowing Homicide to crawl and remove the bottom turnbuckle pad from the corner nearby. The referee looks at Konnan and tells him to get down, then points at the both of them and bans them both from ringside!
Dawson: Yes! The referee finally has done something with the members of LAX! Kick them both out!
Regal: We need more referees like this bright young chap right there!
Konnan and Hernandez can't believe what they just heard and throw a fit at ringside as Homicide starts to argue with the referee. The ref threatens Homicide to award the match to Triple H if he continues to argue with him more. Homicide can only shake his head as he stands by the ropes as Hernandez and Konnan both walk up the ramp, Triple H waiving them good-bye. Homicide doesn't look too pleased as Triple H urges him to come forward. Homicide is reluctant to come forward to Triple H, but decides to go for a charge but Triple H ends up throwing him at the corner, then starts to nail several punches and chops to Homicide as he has Homicide cornered in. Triple H though backs up as Homicide is left hanging by the corner, but brings him to the center of the ring and follows up with a piledriver to Homicide! Homicide looks out of it as Triple H goes down and covers Homicide...
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And Homicide kicks out! Triple H gets up and briefly looks at the referee before wiping his hair away from his eyes before picking Homicide back up and brings him to the corner where the exposed bottom turnbuckle is. Triple H then knees Homicide in the gut several times before backing up, then charges at Homicide but Homicide moves away slightly and trips Triple H as he crashes head first onto the exposed turnbuckle! Triple H is holding his head in agony as Homicide moves out of the way to catch his breath, then walks up and proceeds to stomp onto the back of Triple H. Triple H tries to defend the back of his head from the assault of Homicide but Homicide moves the hand around and starts to punch the back of the head of Triple H. Homicide then drags Triple H away from the ropes and stomps onto his chest twice, then a kick to the back of the head. Triple H tries to move out of the way but Homicide grabs him and brings him towards the ropes and tries to gouge his eye out with his thumb!
Regal: Well this is probably the most cruel thing that man can do to one another, denying him his vision. Come on my good man try and play fair!
Dawson: You're telling a member of the LAX this? Good luck my friend.
The referee sees this and eventually has Homicide remove his thumb away from Triple's face and forces him to back up. Homicide acts all tough as he starts insulting Triple H as The Game is holding onto his eye, checking it for blood. Homicide then comes back to him and knocks him down as he starts to choke Triple H with both of his hands on his neck. Triple H tries to wiggle out of it but Homicide has the leverage advantage and is strong enough to keep Triple H at bay, or he though he did until Triple H nailed an elbow to the face of Homicide! Homicide gets up and moves away as he inspects his nose where Hunter hit him, Triple H gets up and quickly approaches him but Homicide spins around and faces Triple H, then spins around again and he hits the Gringo Cutter onto Triple H! Homicide is all smiles now as he goes for the pin...
Dawson: This could be the advantage that Homicide was looking for!
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The fifth fall goes to Triple H with 9:53 remaining... bringing his score up to 2-3!
Dawson: Triple H is finally in the lead William! For the first 20 minutes of the match Homicide has been dominating over Triple H but now it's time for him to play the game!
William Regal: Well don't forget ol' bean that the game isn't over yet, if you will.
Triple H lays down as he momentarily rests as he used up a lot of his remaining energy to hit the pedigree. Homicide is down as he's trying to rest as well but his head is throbbing from being hit from the Pedigree. Triple H then gets on all fours and looks at Homicide, then uses the ropes to help himself up as he doesn't lose the focus on Homicide. Triple H is finally on his feet as he walks up and brings Homicide to the center of the ring, then backs up as he bounces off the ropes then advances towards Homicide, jumps up in the air and lands a knee drop onto Homicide. Homicide rolls around while comforting his forehead but Triple H keeps him at the center of the ring, bounces off the ropes and hits another jumping knee drop to Homicide's skull! Triple H is on one knee while Homicide rolls around the ring in misery, then gets up as Homicide retreats to the corner, approaching him and hits a big haymaker punch onto Homicide's head, then a couple of other snap punches, followed by a whip to the opposite corner. Triple H then runs up and hits a running clothesline to Homicide to which Homicide loses all feeling in his body as he collapses to the mat.
Regal: Oh my lord, I think the lad has had enough of Triple H. I don't think he can last much longer in this match.
Triple H looks down and smiles as he knows that Homicide doesn't have much in him to fight out the rest of this match. Triple H then drags Homicide away from the ropes as he locks in his legs with Homicides and gets him into a figure four leg lock! Homicide suddenly wakes up from the jolt of pain into his legs as he instantly tries to escape from the figure four leg lock but is unable to, as Triple H already has the hold locked in tight. Homicide scans the area around him and tries to reach for the nearest set of ropes but is nowhere near any of them. Homicide then tries to drag himself closer to one of them but he is unable to drag both his and Triple H's total body weight so he gives up on doing that. Triple H applies the hold tighter as Homicide starts to cry out in pain now, Triple H hoping that Homicide will tap right there and gain even more leverage in this match. Homicide gives out a pained look on his face and is considering tapping out to Triple H's figure four leg lock.
Dawson: Homicide is going to tap out here ladies and gentleman. I think Triple H has this match in the bag!
Homicide takes one look at Triple H as The Game is smirking at Homicide now, knowing that he's going to tap out soon from the figure four leg lock. Homicide screams out in pain once more before looking at Triple H with hurt eyes, then quickly moves onto his belly as he reverses the lock onto Triple H! Triple H is feeling the pain onto his legs now but breaks up the hold before Homicide can cause anymore damage. Homicide is holding onto his legs as he tries to control the pain, Triple H even has trouble standing up as he looks down at Homicide, wondering how he's going to finish the match. Homicide gets back up and take a look at Triple H who is now approaching him, Homicide then uses what he has left and slaps Triple H across the face, then falls to the ground. Triple H face starts to redden, not from the slap but from the anger that's boiling inside of Triple H's head.
Regal: Well this isn't a good sign for Homicide...
Triple H picks up Homicide and forcefully slams him into the corner several times before ramming his elbow to the face of Homicide, then whips him hard to the opposite corner so hard that Homicide crashes down to the mat. Triple H then approaches Homicide and aggressivly picks him up and throws him to the corner again, then time turning him over and striking his back with his fist. Homicide looks like that he has no energy left as he's taking the abuse from Triple H. Triple H then lifts Homicide up onto the top turnbuckle facing away from him as Homicide is barely moving, Triple then gets onto the ropes as well as he's looking for the kill here. Triple H then sets himself up for the super back drop but Homicide flips over Triple H and lands on his feet on the canvas, then gets Triple H back to back while standing as he backs up and nails Da Cop Kill with the ring completely SHAKING FROM IMPACT! Homicide then goes over and goes for the pin...
Dawson: Did you see that ring shake William? I'll be surprised if Triple H can continue on!
Regal: It was quite an intriquing experience I must admit.
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The 6th fall goes to Homicide with 4:31 remaining... the score tied 3-3!
Homicide looks relieved that he caught up with the game, at least safe from losing the match as they both have only under 5 minutes to complete the match. Homicide looks up to the ceiling as he tries to regain his strength so he can score another fall to gain the upper hand in the match once more, while Triple H lays down and is unable to move due to the explosive manouever that Homicide executed. Homicide then slowly rolls over as he goes over and covers Triple H once more...
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No! Triple H kicks out! Homicide moves away from Triple H and is in disbelief that The Game is still playing. Homicide gets onto his feet as he looks around the arena as the crowd is really into this match. 4 minutes are remaining and Homicide realizes that he needs another fall to he picks up Triple H and he spins him over, then goes for the double underhook then lifts him onto his back as he goes for another Da Cop Killa but Triple H slips out and pushes Homicide towards the ropes. Triple H notices the time as Homicide starts to charge at Triple H but Triple H lifts Homicide in the air, spins him around and nails the spinning spinebuster onto Homicide! Triple H sees the clock is at 3:25 left as Triple H tries to gain another fall with a pin...
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No good! Homicide kicks out as he rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Triple H is not in the mood for this and exits the ring as he grabs a hold of Homicide's head and smashes it onto the security barrier twice, then throws him back inside the ring. Triple H enters the ring as well and walks up to the rising Homicide but Homicide punches Triple H in the gut, then goes for the Gringo Cutter but Triple H smashes Homicide onto the ground, then holds him in place as he goes for the figure four leg lock but Homicide uses his foot to shove him out of the way. Triple H then turns around and goes for a clothesline but Homicide ducks it and runs towards the ropes, then bounces off them as he returns to Triple H but The Game lifts Homicide up for another spinebuster, but Homicide sees it coming and slips behind Triple H as he sets The Game up for yet another Da Cop Killa, but Triple H twists his body around and kicks Homicide in the gut and goes for the pedigree but Homicide shoves Triple H away. Both men notice that they have exactly 2:55 left as Triple H runs up to Homicide but Homicide kicks Triple H in the gut, then surprisingly gets Triple H up for the Pedigree, but Triple H knows his own move too well as he flips Homicide over his shoulders but Homicide grabs a hold of the legs and follows up with a sunset flip!
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And Triple H breaks the pin! Homicide gets up and starts to worry as Triple H is up as well, both men know that they are strapped for time as the clock reaches down to 2:20. Homicide carefully approaches Triple H and goes for a running dropkick but Triple H grabs Homicide by the legs and takes Homicide down, then wraps his legs around as he gets Homicide into the figure four leg lock again!
Regal: This is the hold that will end the match!
Homicide starts to cry out in pain as he is already trying to escape from the leg lock but is unable to. Triple H looks at Homicide with determined eyes as Homicide struggles to find a way to break free. Triple H proceeds to mock Homicide from the postition, telling him to tap or he's going to break his legs right there. Homicide looks at Triple H and refuses to, knowing that he can still win the title if he found a way out. Homicide then looks over and sees the ropes nearby and tries to reach for them but they appear to be too far away. Triple H sees the attempt for escape so he squeezes the hold tighter, permitting Homicide to scream out louder. Homicide realizes it's do or die now, so he conjures up all of his adrenaline and pulls both him and Triple H towards the ropes and grabs the bottom rope, causing a rope break!
Dawson: Oh wow Homicide actually made it! This match is still going on!
The referee forces Triple H off of Homicide with the clock down to 1:01 with the score still tied 3-3. Triple H looks down at the clock and starts to get worried, then approaches Homicide and starts clubbing him in the back as he brings Homicide towards the center of the ring, then knees him in the gut before performing a jumping knee smash onto Homicide. Homicide groggily moves around the ring before Triple H runs up to him and connects with a running clothesline! Homicide instantly gets up but is unable to move much due to the damage to his legs while Triple H runs up to him and hits another running clothesline to Homicide with 40 seconds left. Homicide is down as Triple H lifts Homicide to his feet then goes behind him and sets him up for Da Cop Killa! Homicide looks worried but is able to slip out and turn Triple H over before jumping up and hitting the Gringo Cutter to The Game! With 32 seconds left Homicide looks down at Triple H and smiles as he starts to insult him more, then decides to climb onto the top rope and looks down at him with, then jumps off the ropes and goes for another diving double stomp but Triple H moves out of the way. Homicide lands on both feet before turning back to Triple H, who kicks him in the gut and double underhooks Homicide, then nails the Pedigree hard on the ground!
Regal: This could be the deciding factor right here!
Triple H then goes down and covers Homicide...
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Dawson: Wait what?
Ladies and gentleman, the time has run out for the Ironman Match and it is officially a draw at 3-3!
Triple H looks up and appears to be completely upset, knowing that he had the match won. He gets up close to the ref and starts arguing with him about the call. The crowd is firing off massive amounts of heat and then starts to chant "5 More Minutes!". Until...
Vince Russo: Hey there Hunter, how ya doing? I see that you came close to winning the match, you were just a split second away from winning that tile, but you blew it. Listen I know that you worked hard so why don't you call it a day and go home, huh?
More boos are flying throught the arena as Triple H can only stare at the screen in disgust, knowing that he's been duped once again from Russo.
....which is what I would normally say to you. BUT since this is for a newly coveted championship on Anarchy, this match will officially go in overtime to determine who will be the Ironman Champion. Oh and since you two nearly bored me to tears for the last half hour, this last little bit is going to be until normal Anarchy Rules. You know, no count-outs, no disqualification. Enjoy!
UWF Ironman Championship
30-Minute Ironman Match- Overtime
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Triple H is smiling now as Homicide is still laid out from the earlier Pedigree that Triple H has given him. Triple H's grin has widened when he realized on what he can do now, so he exits the ring and looks under the apron for something, then pulls out a sledgehammer! The crowd goes 'Oooooh' as Triple H enters the ring and waits for Homicide to get up. Triple H is anxiously waiting for Homicide to make it back to his feet but Hernandez pops up from the barricade and enters the ring, attacking Triple H from behind!
Dawson: Wait a minute! Hernandez was barred from ringside! He can't do this!
Regal: He can now lad, the rulebook has been thrown out the window when Russel announced that Anarchy rules have been put in play!
Henandez is keeping Triple H down with a series of stomps as Konnan rushes inside the ring and joins the stomps with his partner, Homicide now up as all three men are gangbeating Triple H. Konnan backs away and reveals the lead pipe in his pocket as Hernandez is now holding Triple H from behind. Homicide backs up as well as he wants to see the hit as Konnan raises the pipe over his head and charges at Triple H with it, swinging it to his head but Triple H moves out of the way as Konnan smokes Hernandez in the skull with the pipe! Triple H then lands a punch to Homicide then turns around and nails a series of punches to Konnan, kicking him in the gut and quickly nailing a Pedigree! Konnan rolls out of of the ring as Homicide tries to jump onto Triple H but he shoves Homicide away, Homicide falling to the mat. Triple H then grabs the sledgehammer and raises it above his head, then looks as Hernandez is making it back up but Triple H runs up and nails Hernandez in the head with the sledgehammer!
Dawson: Triple H is going wild with that sledgehammer William!
Triple H then looks at Homicide who is still down, eyeing him with determination as he walks up and raises the sledgehammer over his head, attempting to smash it right onto Homicide's body but Homicide quickly jumping up as he was playing posseum and goes for the small package!
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Dawson: IT'S OVER!!!
Regal: Homicide played possum to win the match. What a disgrace!
Winner of the Ironman Match with a score of 3-4, and FIRST EVER IRONMAN CHAMPION.... Homicide!!
Homicide bails from the ring as Hernandez and Konnan both meet with the victorious Homicide as they all walk up the ramp as Homicide shows off his newly won title to the crowd. Triple H gets onto his feet as he raises his arms up in disgust as LAX starts to mock Triple H with hand gestures, rubbing the title in his face as they head to the back to celebrate.
Lockdown is on track to go down as a pay per view to remember. The crowd is hot and the action has been intense as the cameras cut to backstage. Standing by with The Animal Batista is Josh Matthews. When Dave enters the frame the crowd boos loudly, expressing their disdain towards the superstar who has caused them nothing but problems in the last two months. He's dressed to compete as Matthews coducts his interview
Josh Matthews: Batista, in just minutes you'll make only your fourth competitive match since your return. You face off against The Miz inside the twelve foot high steel cage for the UWF Champion. How does it feel to have risen to this level so quickly and what are your thoughts as we count down the seconds before your match?
Batista: I've been asked this question time and time again, you'd think you little pseudo-journalists would actually have some decent questions to ask me. But instead, you just waste my time with petty bullshit. Here's the "scoop", Josh, since you want it so bad. I feel amazing. I am on top of the world right now and I am THIS close to walking out of this building as the UWF Champion. I've never been more determined and I've never been more destructive. Tonight is the night where I immortalize myself in this company. I am the man who came back with a vengeance and a purpose that nobody could stop. I have made impact after impact to those who stood in my path. And when I lost, I made sure the guy who cost me had his life turn into a living hell. You're damn right its my fourth match since I returned and you know what that means? I dont have to go out and compete to show my worth because I am already an important cornerstone in UWF. This company needs a champion like Dave Batista, that is why I was given the opportunity that I have today. And since my paycheck will only keep getting bigger once I win, you bet your ass I'll be the most dominant UWF champion this business has ever seen. So in just about a minute, I'm going to walk down that ramp and make sure The Miz cant leave on his own two feet. I've been telling him for weeks that his time was up and he was just holding my belt; keeping it warm. He fifteen minutes of fame are up, Josh, it's time to face The Animal.
Batista stares down Josh Matthews, before he storms away out of view from the camera, as the match is next.
Lillian Garcia: The following contest is a steel cage match and it is for the UWF Championship!
The Lockdown show is rolling along and the fans are excited for whatever might happen next. The lights dim and nothing is illuminated for a short time. Soon, a spotlight shines brightly on the center of the entrance stage and a very familiar and disliked song begins to play.
….YYYYEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…
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“I Walk Alone†by Saliva blares through the PA system and the fans immediately begin to boo. Out from behind the curtain emerges the large figure of Dave Batista. The big man struts out onto the stage and stands in the spotlight, which is the only thing lit up in the arena currently. Dave stands in the spotlight, arms held out to his sides, basking in it all. The fans continue to boo him as Batista starts to slowly walk down the Lockdown entrance ramp and towards the ring. The spotlight follows Batista as he confidently passes the fans who jeer him, trying to get their signs in the light. Dave walks around the corner and up the steel steps, entering the ring through the middle rope. The big man walks all the way across the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle, and with an explosion of energy he jumps up and yells out at the crowd; signaling for the belt. They boo him as he gets down and prepares for this match.
Piper: There he is, Ross! Your NEW UWF Champion!
JR: You can never count The Miz out, Roddy.
Piper: Oh, you shove it, Ross!
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEESSSSOOOOOOOMMMMMEEEE!!!!
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The entrance music of the UWF Champion hits and it once again brings the fans in the arena to their feet. Blue lights flash from the stage all over the arena as The Miz makes his way out to the top of the ramp with a swagger. He stops for a movement to drink in the crowd's reaction, before throwing his left arm skyward, showing off the UWF Title.
He makes his way into the ring, leaping on to the ropes and posing for the fans to take pictures with their various smartphones and cameras.
JR: And here comes the UWF Champion The Miz!
Piper: You mean, Batista's next target.
The bell sounds and the cage had been lowered and locked. Both men circle each other before locking up. Batista, obvisouly, overpowering Miz, places him in a headlock. Miz pushes him forward and into the ropes. As Batista comes back from the ropes, he ducks an attempted clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes. As Miz turns around, he is met with a huge spear by Batista.
Piper: SPEAR!!
Batista picks Miz up and hurls him into the side of the cage with force. As Miz bounces off, Batista does it to the opposite sides until Miz has hit all 4 sides. Miz crumbles to the mat as Batista puts up the double thumbs down.
JR: I think he's calling for it.
Piper: You damn right he's calling for it, Ross!
Batista picks Miz up in a Batista Bomb position, hoists him up and nails it. Batista gets up and then hits Miz with yet another Batista Bomb. Batista gets to his feet and covers Miz with just one foot.
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YOUR WINNER @ 2:23 AND NEW UWF CHAMPION "THE ANIMAL" BATISTA!!!
Piper: What did I tell you, Ross?! There's your NEW UWF Champion! DAVE BATISTA!
JR: A dominating victory. Miz didn't even put up much of a fight.
Piper: It's because when you step in the ring with "The Animal", you don't stand a chance!
The referee holds up Batista's arm in victory and hands him the UWF Title.
The crowd is booing loudly as the refs hand hits the ground for the third time, signaling victory for Dave Batista! The Animal jumps up and yells at the top of his lungs, the veins in his neck nearly looking like theyre going to burst.
Batista goes to the cage wall and shakes it, clearly pumped up from his dominating victory. The referee is at the door, asking for the title as the fans throw their over priced drinks at the cage, hoping to hit Batista. The ref eventually gets the belt and hands it to Batista who then gets his hand raised in victory by the official.
Batista rips his arm away from the ref and holds the belt up with two hands, high above his head. Batista walks over to the turnbuckle and with one hand holding the cage and the other holding the belt, he poses with his newly won UWF Championship while trash hits the side of the cage. Batista climbs down and stares at his belt. He demands the ref to get him a microphone and quickly, the ref scampers to the door and gets a mic from the ring technician. Batista grabs it out of the officials hands and the new UWF champion raises the mic up to his lips, once the music is cut. However, the fans are booing too loud at the moment. After waiting fifteen seconds longer, the boos eventually start to die down as Batista speaks to the crowd.
Batista: Say hello, to your NEW UWF Champion!
"BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" roars the crowd as Dave chuckles. He's covered in sweat, still catching his breath, but speaks to the crowd some more.
Batista: I told you! I told each and every single one of you that I would be the UWF Champion! And look what happened, you all doubted me and booed me. You cheered for your little heroes and tried to bring me down to your freakin level. But here I stand with the most prestigious belt in this company. I defied you all! I brought the pain and I dished out the punishment; taking Smackdown by storm. Nobody can stop me now, not a damn soul. This just officially became MY yard! This is my ring and my show! This is the Era of the Animal and I will make sure each and every challenger that tries to take down Dave Batista, ends up looking like him.
Batista points to The Miz who has barely moved since the ref has given him attention. The ref has called for a stretcher to come down but Batista speaks again.
Batista: You should all be thanking me for what I did! He's not the first and he wont be the last to end up like this. But I dont have to justify a damn thing to any of you, I'm the UWF Champion and thats alllll that matters. You can boo me all night long, but the fact of the matter is, is that I'm the one who's going to walk back up that aisle with this title and into my limo. I'm going back to my hotel suite and I'm having one helluva party that none of you people will ever get to experience! Woo! Haha. So keep booing! Youre just mad that your girlfriends are coming home with me tonight and not you! So once again, this the Era of the Animal and welcome to the jungle.
Batista laughs and drops the microphone with a "pfft". The crowd continues to boo him loudly. His music starts up again as the UWF champion exits the steel cage and heads up back towards the stage. The Miz is beginning to stir and realize what happened. He can't believe he just lost his championship.
JR: The Miz looking very confused here, Roddy.
Piper: He's just now waking up, realizing his joke of a title reign is over!
Miz rolls out of the ring and starts the lonely walk back to the locker room as Batista celebrates at the top of the ramp.
We head backstage to see Maxine getting done with a phone call and Derrick Bateman hurriedly walk up to her.
Derrick Bateman
Maxine have you seen Johnny? I haven't spoken to him all week. We never go more then 12 hours without speaking. We always tell each other good night and good morning.
Maxine
Yeah I know that's super weird but we've been together all week and let me tell you something, he's better than ever. The way he moves his hips, it's just perfect.
Derrick Bateman
Moves his hips? You mean he's still Fandango?
Maxine
Boy is he.
Derrick Bateman
This isn't good! The marquee specifically says Johnny Curtis.
Maxine
No one is stupid enough to think they aren't the same person.
Derrick Bateman
But think about it Maxine. He thinks a four way dance is an actual dancing competition! He hasn't really wrestled as Fandango before. The last time he transformed, he was beaten. Johnny on the other hand came in second during the Elimination Chamber. Johnny can get this done, Fandango I'm not so sure about.
Maxine
You might be right. But I don't know how to turn him back. Maybe we just let him do his thing. Who knows maybe he'll win. All he needs is one opportunity. Maybe this is for the best.
Derrick Bateman
I want my best friend back Maxine!
Fandango
Mind if I cut in?
Fandango comes gliding in between Derrick and Maxine. He grabs Maxine and starts to slowly dance with her as she seems very pleased.
Derrick Bateman
Bro where have you been! You missed our training session yesterday?
Fandango
Training session? What training session? I don't need to train. I am Fandango. I was genetically created to be superior to every other living man.
Derrick Bateman
Even your hero The Rock?
Fandango
The who? Fandango need not concern himself with remedial things. All Fandango cares about is championship gold which I will acquire tonight.
Maxine
You see Derrick, Fandango is perfectly fine. He believes in himself and I believe in him as well. Fandango can stay here as long as he wants.
Fandango
Yesss no need to worry about a thing little Derrick. Fandango is... (Fandango notices another girl walk by them.) Just getting started.
Fandango walks off to follow the girl who passed them while Maxine looks on angrily.
Dawson: Well William, coming up next is perhaps one of the most personal and bitter matches on the card tonight.
Regal: This match, much like many of the matches the "Icon" has been in during his tenure here, is certainly mired in a lot of controversy.
Dawson: Redemption will be achieved, blood will be shed, and no punches will be pulled. This is going to represent the brand through and through as one word sums it up best: anarchy.
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: The following contest is a Triple Cage match! By orders of General Manager Vince Russo, the only way to win is to be the last man standing! Introducing first...
The cameras pan to the skies overhead the arena where a helicopter is heard flying around. The helicopter flies closer to the arena and touches down on the roof, coming to a complete rest. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the door opens and Seth Rollins emerges from the aircraft, his feet touching the rooftop as he raises his Money in the Bank briefcase in the air as the crowd greets him with a more passionate mixed reaction. Christy goes to introduce him, but the crowd suddenly erupts into cheers as Sting leaps from the top of the helicopter, taking Seth off his feet. Sting returns to his feet and grabs Seth by the hair, pulling him violently to a vertical base and irish whipping him into the doorway of the helicopter, Seth slumping to his knees as he lies face down on the floor of the helicopter. The audience cringes as Sting slams the door on Seth's neck. Sting opens the door and grabs Seth by the legs, rolling him into the helicopter as he shuts the door and walks around the front of the helicopter, arriving on the other side as he opens the pilot's door and grabs the pilot, throwing him out of the helicopter violently before climbing into the cockpit himself.
Dawson: What's Sting doing?
Regal: Losing his bloody gourd, that's what!
Sting starts up the helicopter as it's seen taking flight off of the roof of the arena and back into the sky. The camera pans to the inside of the helicopter where Rollins sits up and goes after Sting, hitting him in the back of the head with the Money in the Bank briefcase as Sting slumps forward, seemingly having lost consciousness. Rollins laughs but the camera pans over to the passenger seat where the man sitting there turns and reveals himself to be the real Sting, meaning Seth hit the passenger of the helicopter as Sting dives on Rollins, taking him to the floor. The helicopter takes a quick dive and starts spiraling towards the ground as Sting gets to his feet and grabs a parachute that's lying on the ground. Sting puts it on and opens the door, leaping from the helicopter but Rollins isn't far behind as there were multiple parachutes. Seth grabs the parachute, puts it on, and leaps from the helicopter. As both men deploy their parachutes, the helicopter is seen regaining control as it flies away and Sting and Rollins touch down in the parking lot. Rollins runs at Sting with the intention of laying him out with his briefcase but Sting delivers a boot to the abdomen that stops Seth in his tracks as the briefcase flies from his grasp and into Sting's hands as Sting runs at him and hits him in the face with the briefcase.
Dawson: This is insane! Sting and Rollins took the fight from the air to the outside of the arena!
Regal: They absolutely couldn't wait to get their hands on each other, Tony!
Sting throws the briefcase down at Seth but he catches it with both hands, swinging his leg and hitting Sting just above the right foot, sweeping him off his balance as Sting falls forward. Seth gets to his feet, raising the briefcase high above his head as Sting catches himself with his arms. Seth brings the briefcase down but Sting rolls and catches himself with his hands again, but this time his hands are behind him as Seth hits nothing but ground with the briefcase and Sting throws himself to a vertical base and turns around, running forward and kicking Seth in the back of his left foot, taking Seth off his balance as the back of his head smacks the ground hard. Sting grabs Seth by the hair and starts dragging him across the asphalt. As they arrive at the bottom of the steps, Seth tries to fight free but Sting pulls him upward and smacks Seth's head against the asphalt and then drags the dazed Rollins up the staircase, Seth's head hitting each step.
Dawson: This is sick!
Regal: What are you going to do when the match actually gets started?
As they arrive at the top of the staircase, Sting pulls Seth to a vertical base as Rollins spits in his eyes. Sting clutches at his face as Rollins charges and spears him through the glass doors, both men crashing to the ground in a sea of shattered glass. Seth climbs to his feet and dusts the fragments of glass off of his vest and goes to stomp on Sting but the "Icon" rolls out of the way and places his hands on the ground, pushing himself up with his arms as he swings his legs forward to plant his feet and stands up quickly. The two men stand there as the crowd is electric with their reaction. Panting and bloodied, Sting points in the direction of the double doors that lead into the arena. Seth nods and points as well as the two have a tense staredown. Seth breaks up the staredown as he cocks back and lands a stiff right to the face of Sting, whose head rocks with the impact before he returns the favor with a right of his own. Seth responds with a kick to the groin as he grabs Sting and throws him chest first onto the ball part of the steel railing of the staircase as Sting goes sliding down it and flies through the air, colliding head first with the right door and landing in a seated position. Seth takes off running and leaps onto the rail, grinding down it and leaping off as he goes for a missile dropkick but Sting pushes the door open and Seth lands face first on the concrete floor.
Dawson: They're here! Sting and Seth Rollins have made their way inside the Hampden Park Arena!
Regal: And the crowd couldn't be more excited.
Seth gets to his feet angrily as he pushes past fans and arrives at the ring barricade, leaping over it and rolling to a vertical base in traditional Rollins fashion. Sting is now walking past the same group of fans as he high fives all of them on each side of them and climbs over the barricade. Both men look at the structure before them, the bottom cage with weapons lined all throughout the inside of the structure and at ringside. The second cage is lined with barbed wire on the entire inside and has several weapons along the ground. The top cage has a curtain draped over it, as if it's concealing something. Sting and Rollins look at each other as they both enter the structure, sliding into the ring and getting to a vertical base as the bell rings.
DING DING!
Rollins takes off running towards Sting but Sting sidesteps and grabs him, throwing him over the top rope to the outside. Sting follows after by stepping through the ropes and dropping to the ground. Sting looks at the wall nearest him as he surveys the weapons at his disposal: a crowbar, a kendo stick, a pair of hedge clippers, a fire hydrant, a trash can lid, and a barbed wire 2x4. Sting grabs the hedge clippers just as Seth gets to his feet and grabs the kendo stick. Seth swings the kendo stick downward but Sting leaps backward to avoid it and swings the clippers downward, snapping the stick in two as the bottom snaps back and hits Seth in the face as he staggers backward. Sting takes off running towards him and takes him down with a lariat. Sting holds up the clippers and maneuvers the blades back and forth a few times to the crowd's delight.
Dawson: What's he doing?
Regal: Would you relax? He's not going to break a law in there!
Sting points the clippers downward and opens them up, pulling Seth's hair through the middle of the blades as with one quick snip he leaves Rollins with a much shorter do. Sting throws the clippers to the other side of the ring and grabs a more practical weapon in the form of the crowbar. He swings it downward but Rollins catches it with both hands and places a foot on the abdomen of the "Icon", monkey flipping him back first into the side of the cage. Seth throws the crowbar into the ring as he walks over to Sting and pulls him to his feet, irish whipping him into the ring and following closely behind. Sting gets to his feet but it's discovered that Seth was to his a bit quicker as he delivers the
Avada Kedavra superkick with stiff impact, Sting staggering into the nearest corner and hitting back first. As he touches the corner, Seth connects with another
Avada Kedavra and irish whips Sting into the opposite corner, following after him. Sting lands in the corner as Rollins connects with a third consecutive
Avada Kedavra. Seth whips Sting into the corner directly next to them and as Sting lands, Rollins connects with
Avada Kedavra number four.
Dawson: Such brutality.
Regal: I agree.
Rollins whips Sting into the final corner and as he lands, once again Seth connects with the
Avada Kedavra superkick. Sting staggers out of the corner as Seth catches him in the middle of the ring and plants him with the
Scorpion Death Drop to vicious boos from the crowd.
Dawson: He completed the entire sequence! The Total Blackout!
Seth gets to his feet as he looks down at Sting with a sadistic smile on his face. He spits on the "Icon" as he begins to deliver a vicious series of stomps to the chest and abdomen. Seth allows Sting to sit up and cough, but when he does, Rollins applies a full nelson as he pulls Sting to his feet. Seth drags Sting over to the ropes and releases the hold, putting Sting's arms through the ropes, restraining him. The crowd boos as Rollins grabs the crowbar from the mat and walks to the opposite side of the ring. Seth looks at the weapon, and then takes off forward with a few quick steps as he clobbers Sting in the head with the weapon. Sting is brought to his knees as his head hangs there, a gash across his face from the top left of his forehead all the way to the right corner of his mouth. Sting wobbles to his feet and looks at Seth, spitting some of the blood from the wound in his eyes as Sting pulls his arms free and pushes Rollins off balance into the nearest corner. Sting charges at Seth and connects with a
Stinger Splash. Rollins staggers out of the corner as Sting looks to follow up but Seth hits him in the solar plexus with a rising knee and connects with a bulldog.
Sting got to his feet not long after being bulldogged and was hit in between the eyes with a hard right hand. Seth then hit him with a hard left, then continued to unload until the "Icon" found himself against the ropes. Rollins connected with a throat thrust and then a spinning back kick to try and knock Sting into the cage, but Sting held onto the ropes. He headbutted Seth in the collarbone as he threw himself from the ropes, then connected with a throat thrust of his own before chopping him across the chest and knocking him to the mat. Sting got up but Seth kicked him in the knee, bringing him down to one, then connected with a hard left kick to the side of the head, bringing his opponent down.
Sting pushed himself up with his arms as Seth leapt onto his back, locking his arms around Sting's head and applying a sleeper hold. Sting got to his feet regardless as Seth locked his legs around his waist, turning it into a body scissors as well. Seth applied pressure but Sting reached up and back, grabbing him by the back of the neck with both hands and threw him over his shoulder into the corner with a lot of force. Seth landed upside down as Sting put him in the tree of woe and started stomping his body repeatedly. After about five stomps, Seth threw himself upward, the next kick landing on the small of his back, placing his hands on the turnbuckle padding as he pulled his legs free and threw them backward, kicking Sting in the face and knocking him on his back as Seth landed on his feet, turning around to face him.
Regal: What athletic ability by Seth Rollins.
Dawson: Sting may have bitten off more than he can chew.
Seth got up on the turnbuckle as Sting got to his feet, then launched himself like a missile and hit Sting in the shoulder with his shoulder and in the chest with the point of his elbow, bringing both men crashing to the mat. Seth popped to his feet and ran to the nearest turnbuckle, perching himself atop it. He leapt into a cross body attempt but Sting stood up and threw his leg up, halting the move with a big boot! Seth lay there in a daze as Sting grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to his feet, the crowd popping. Sting lifted Seth but Seth kicked him in the chest with both feet, pushing him backwards through the ropes into the cage.
As Sting lies on the outside of the ring in a daze, Seth grabs the chain ladder and begins to climb it, making his way into the second cage. Sting re-enters the ring as Rollins enters the second cage and begins to climb the chain ladder himself upon the realization. As Sting enters the second cage, Seth connects with the
Avada Kedavra superkick as Sting falls onto the barbed wire floor and cries out in pain, rolling over onto his stomach and placing his hands down as he begins to push himself up with his arms, the pain from the barbed wire he's touching written in the expression on his face. Seth allows Sting to get to his feet as the "Icon" turns around to face him. Seth picks up one of the weapons, a nightstick, as Sting reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls out his trademark bat, removing the trenchcoat in the process. Rollins readies the nightstick and charges as Sting blindsides him with an
Avada Kedavra superkick of his own, knocking Seth into the cage wall as he gets stuck on the barbed wire. Sting grabs Seth by the ankles and pulls backward, taking Seth through the air but leaving the vest stuck on the wall as Sting lets go and Rollins hits the barbed wire floor back first, his flesh now exposed by the absence of the protective vest as the crowd gasps and "Oooh"'s.
Dawson: Oh my what impact!
Regal: He's going to be feeling that for a while, gent, I assure you.
Sting rolls Seth over onto his stomach by nudging him with his foot and then raises his bat high in the air, bringing it crashing down onto the lacerated back of Rollins. After about ten shots, Sting throws the bat down and grabbed Seth by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Sting lifted him into position for a gorilla press and held him there, pressing him repeatedly. He did it about four times and after he was back to the height of the press, Sting threw him across the cage into the wall as Seth hit, rolling all the way down it and hitting the floor. Seth got up holding his arm as Sting walked over and pulled his arm away as if he were winding up, then released it, smacking Seth incredibly hard across the face. Seth fell forward and caught himself with his hands, but Sting didn't let up, running and kicking him in the abdomen as hard as he could, knocking him into the air and into the side of the cage.
As Rollins falls and hits the ground, Sting walks over and grabs Seth by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Sting swung but Rollins moved out of the way and threw Sting into a flip as the "Icon" landed back first on the ground. Rollins grabbed Sting by the back of the head and the bottom of his tights, hurling him head first into the cage wall. Sting hit and turned in mid-air, lying on his back breathing a little heavier than usual. Rollins was relentless as he charged over and crashed down onto Sting with a body splash. Sting sat up coughing, a stream of blood running from the corner of his mouth down his chin as Rollins got to his feet again, raining down on Sting with a stiff right to the forehead. He grabbed Sting by the hair and pulled him to his feet again, then hit him with a stiff lariat.
Dawson: The momentum continues to shift.
Rollins actually allowed Sting to get to his feet on his own as Sting had his hair in his face, struggling a bit to get to a vertical base. Seth pulled his fist back and suddenly Sting threw a hard right, connecting with Seth's forehead. Sting landed a knee to the abdomen and irish whipped him into the corner of the cage, charging after and connecting with a dropkick to the abdomen, then got to his feet and monkey flipped Rollins out of the corner. Sting got up and charged Seth again but Seth brought him down with a spinning back elbow.
Both Sting's knees were bent as his right foot was planted on the ground along with his left knee. His left arm was extended downward, his hand flat on the floor as he wiped the back of his right arm across his mouth. He looked at it and saw the blood, then looked at Rollins, then stood up laughing.
Regal: What's he laughing about? Their bodies are breaking down before our very eyes!
His expression turned to one of intensity as Seth turned around and Sting decked him in the mouth. Sting continued to tee off on his opponent, getting angrier with each punch, putting more oomph behind it as a result. Rollins looked at Sting and blocked the next punch he threw, delivering a headbutt that sent him staggering backwards. Rollins charged and connected with a cross body, throwing his arms and legs behind him so that his upper body was what connected as Sting was overwhelmed and fell into a sitting position at the bottom of the nearest corner of the cage.
Rollins landed with knees bent and one fist to the mat, his head hung, almost like Chris Masters' old pose at the top of the ramp. Seth got to his feet and was right back on the attack, charging and throwing a knee into the face of Sting, knocking him into the cage, as Sting looked dazed. Rollins grabbed him by both sides of the head and threw him from where he was sitting, upward through the air, over his shoulder and to the floor in a modified cutter type move.
Dawson: That could sever your spine instantly!
Sting lay there flat on his face as Rollins began to ascend the ladder into the third cage. Sting dizzily gets to a vertical base as he climbs the ladder himself, and soon both men are in the third cage. At this moment, the curtain is removed revealing a bunch of bats upside down with their wings folded over themselves on the roof of the cage. A fan in the crowd is heard audibly shouting, "I knew it!" as Rollins shines a flashlight on the roof and begins moving it around, stirring the bats as they swoop down and go directly after Sting, surrounding him as the "Icon" is brought to his knees. Seth stands there with his arms out to each side, a huge smile on his face as he laughs maniacally with pleasure at the events unfolding. But as he laughs, suddenly he's hit in the chest with what looks like one of the bats. After a moment, Seth is hit in the abdomen with what appears to be another bat, then the forehead, then the face. The camera pans over and Sting is to his feet, swatting the creatures with his trademark weapon.
Dawson: Now that's what I call a baseball bat, Regal!
Regal: Americans...
After Sting has neutralized the situation, Rollins charges at him angrily, looking to avenge the bats but Sting brings his fists together and swings at Seth's face like he's swinging a baseball bat, hitting Rollins in the face and bringing him to the ground with a double axe handle. Seth looks in a daze as Sting laughs and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Rollins decks Sting, knocking him to a sitting position, then runs into the cage wall and springs off of it with a parkour like move and launches himself at Sting like a missile, connecting with a shoulder tackle to the chest that brings both men to the ground.
Sting sat up as Seth dove on him and applied a sleeper hold. Seth held on for dear life as Sting got to his feet and reached back and grabbed Rollins by the back of his neck. Sting threw Seth over his head looking to slam him straight to the ground back first but Seth rolled and threw his legs back, kicking Sting in the abdomen and launching him into the corner of the cage as Sting landed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he pushed himself into a spring to his feet. He turned to face Rollins and took off running instantly, leaping and driving both of his knees into Rollins' chest, grabbing his shoulders and bringing him to the mat with a backstabber to the chest!
Dawson: I always knew Sting was a heartbreaker!
Regal: Stop it!
Sting gets to his feet, taunting Rollins who's on his knees and left elbow, holding his chest with his right hand and coughing. He coughs a bit of blood and the crowd gasps as Sting laughs. Rollins sees this and becomes enraged as he leaps to his feet and charges Sting, who is in the worst location possible. Before Sting can react, Rollins connects with a spear, sending both men crashing through the wall as they go flying all the way down to the top of the first cage.
Sting sits up woozily as he turns and grabs the top of the barricade with both hands, pulling with all the strength he can muster in that moment to return to his feet. Rollins does the same thing as both men return to a vertical base at the same time. Sting connects with a thumb to the eye, blinding Rollins temporarily, and then heads over to the cage, grabbing the nearest wall and beginning to ascend it.
Dawson: How are these men up so soon after taking that kind of fall?
Regal: Adrenaline goes a long way.
As Sting is half-way up, Rollins walks over and begins to climb it himself. The "Icon" reaches the top and actually stands up as Rollins arrives at the top himself and also stands up. Now both on top of the second cage, they begin to climb to the top of the third cage as the crowd wills them on. The two stand face-to-face, as Rollins goes for a right punch, but Sting grabs his wrist and hip tosses him. Rollins hits and rolls, getting back to his feet quickly. Seth charged Sting instantly, still consumed by rage. Sting delivered a high knee into the solar plexus to stop whatever attack was coming and hooks the head, turning Rollins so that he was facing upward, the crowd reacting in a collective gasp.
Dawson: He can't really be...
Regal: You should know better by now.
Without another moment of hesitation, Sting delivers the Scorpion Death Drop with as much impact as he can, driving both men through the top of the cage, sending them plummeting through the bottom of the third cage, the bottom of the second cage, and the ring mat as the crowd begins a, "Holy S**t!" chant. The referee begins the count.
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
...
FOUR!
...
As the camera pans to the hole in the mat, neither man seems to be stirring.
FIVE!
...
SIX!
...
SEVEN!
...
EIGHT!
At that moment, Sting arose from the hole, collapsing onto the mat as he begins to pull himself from the hole.
Dawson: I think Sting's done it!
NINE!
...
With all of the strength he has left, Sting throws himself from the mat to a vertical base as he staggers towards the ropes.
TEN!
DING DING!
Christy Hemme: Here is your winner, the "Icon" Sting!
The crowd cheer in approval at the Icon's victory as he collapses to the mat in exhaustion. Medic attendants immediately head out to the ring to check on both men as Lockdown heads elsewhere.
The Feed goes backstage, with Cody and Dusty sitting in a stairwell in the arena in mid conversation.
Dusty Rhodes: See son You gotta put yo trust in yo team before anythin else.
Cody Rhodes: The problem with that is I kind of…have trouble with that, I mean I don’t dislike anyone on my team but…Trust?
Dusty Rhodes: Do ya trust me Son?
Cody Rhodes: Well yeah
Dusty Rhodes: Then trust me in this, you gotta trust them or you aint gettin out of there alive. Y’all want the same thing, y’all don’t have ta like each other, but ya gotta trust em cause if you don’t you lose. This ain’t no match son, you got these men that want that goal and they will do anything to get it. But it isn’t about a match, in a match you got rules, you got ropes that help ya out of submissions the outside to get away, the referee to stop anything illegal like. Here it’s just you and them, locked up, it’s a war inside of there son and you aint got nobody, NOBody son but yo team. No matta how good you are, one man can’t win a war.
Cody Rhodes: Okay, I’ll try and remember that. I mean, they all seem to be on my side it’s just, I kind of have some trust issues.
Dusty Rhodes: Put it outta yo mind son, Big Kev, the Heartbreak Kid and Alberto Del Rio they all want to win this match, and the only way to win is to work together. Put yo faith in their hands, because they all know to do so with you, Trust son, it’s the key to War Games.
Cody Rhodes: Lethal Lockdown.
Dusty Rhodes: Come on son we don’t got all day to riff on that.
Cody Rhodes: Okay sorry, either way the problem with that is they all want to win like the other team want to win for the prize at the end. While I want the prize, I kind of have other things on my mind.
Dusty Rhodes: You want to get back at those three that wronged you.
Cody Rhodes: Get Back at seems petty, I just want to hurt them.
Dusty Rhodes: Well you know all the things we’ve been working on, about controllin that anger and those thoughts that were creepin up yo mind when you that plastic do hickey on yo face?
Cody Rhodes: Of Course
Dusty Rhodes: I want you to forget all about that, all the last bits of that anger, that Rage yo gots inside of you, you let them all out inside that cage.
Cody Rhodes: Heh, I think I can get in touch with that Cody Rhodes again.
Cody gets to his feet, extending his hand down and helping Dusty up. Cody gives him a hug.
Cody Rhodes: Thanks for the advice Dad, I appreciate everything you've been doing. Let's go get ready to go a clubberin'
Cody and Dusty leave up the stairs as the feed goes to something else.
Justin Roberts: The following contests is scheduled for one fall and is the Lethal Lockdown Match. And by Orders of Stephanie McMahon will be a 3 on 3 match! The match will start out with two men in the ring and every 3 minutes a new participant will enter the ring. Introducing, the representative of Team Cena...
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John Cena’s entrance music blares out of the speakers, and the crowd bursts in thunderous boo’s. After the vocals kick in, Cena slowly makes his way out on the stage, soaking in the boos from the fans. Cena looks into the camera with a smirk, he holds up the European Championship as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. The fans are doing anything and everything to show their hatred towards Cena. They’re booing him, they’re shouting insults at him, they’re even throwing trash at Cena, but it doesn’t phase him. Cena passes the entrance ramp and slides into the ring, before throwing up the ‘HLR’ taunt. The fans boo Cena, as he ignores it, before lifting the belt over his head showing it to Kennedy as if to say this is the closest you'll ever get. He hands the belt to the official and throws his shirt and hat off before getting ready to fight.
Justin Roberts:He is the Captain, from West Newbury Massachusetts, he is the UWF European Champion. JOHN CENA!
JR:John Cena is going to start things off here for his team, and I think its fitting seeing he has the most to gain here out of his team.
Piper:I'd hate to be whoever has to step into that ring with Cena first JR.
Justin Roberts:And now the representative from Team Rhodes.
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Rhodes steps out from the back in his silver hooded jacket with the hood up. As his music hits an appropriate crescendo he flicks his hood back and surveys the crowd. They’re generally positive but Rhodes is clearly focussed on other things so his eyes are stern as he makes his way down the ramp. He steps into the ring unafraid of Cena and what is to come.
Justin Roberts: He is the Team Captain, from Marietta Georgia, weighing in at over 200 lbs. Cody Rhodes!
Piper: Alright its going to be Captain versus Captain to start out Lockdown!
JR: This will be a slobber knocker right off the bat.
Ding Ding Ding
The Lethal Lockdown match is underway with both captains standing in the ring opposite each other. Rhodes having never been in this match before takes a long look at the top of the cage that will come down when the other 4 men enter the ring. The top of the cage is full of weapons Rhodes wishes he could get his hands on right now, but he can’t until the cage lowers. Rhodes is so awe struck by his surroundings Cena is able to grab him and lift Rhodes up on his shoulders looking to hit the FU right off the bat. Rhodes isn’t going to fall for that, immediately Rhodes slides off and brings Cena down into position for the crossrhodes! The crowd pop but its short lived as Cena turns it right back into the position for the FU! Rhodes again slides off in their game of chest before driving a boot into Cena’s gut. Rhodes immediately falls on to his back and nails Cena with a shift uppercut he learned from his older brother.
JR: Great back and forth action from the former World Champions here to start out this Lethal Lockdown match up.
Piper: A match up that is now a six man tag thanks once again to those dumbasses on the board of directors.
Rhodes goes to capitalize as Cena is holding his throat on the ropes. Cena however sees Rhodes coming and manages to put a boot out into Rhode’s gut. Cena then goes on the offensive nailing Rhodes with big right hands after big right hands. Cena is unleashing a fury on the former UWF Champion before sending him off the ropes and as Rhodes comes back Cena lashes out and drops him with a brutal shoulder block. Cena yells for Rhodes to get up and he does only for Cena to take Rhodes head off with a clothesline. Cena thinks he has Rhodes on the ropes and does as Rhodes staggers to his feet only for Cena to send him right back to the mat with a hard hip toss. Rhodes sits up holding his back in pain from the impact leaving Cena ready to attack again when the counter announcing the next participant.
JR: And counting down now to the next contestant on the Price is Right! Damn it feels good to finally say that after all these years.
Piper: Good grief JR, you watch shows that only old women give a damn about!
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Alberto Del Rio’s music begins to play and the crowd gives a nice warm pop. The Mexican Aristocrat comes down to the ring with the advantage he won for Team Rhodes on Tuesday’s Raw. The cage door opens and Del Rio immediately enters.
JR: And we’ll remind you the order of entrances will go Team Rhodes, Team Cena, Team Rhodes, Team Cena thanks to the precious advantage Del Rio won for his team on Monday Night Raw.
Del Rio comes into the ring as Cena is in the corner stomping on Rhodes. Cena turns around and sees Del Rio waiting for him, and Cena charges looking for a clothesline, but Del Rio ducks it. Cena comes at him again but Del Rio catches Cena and throws him with a belly to belly suplex that knocks the wind out of the sails of the European Champion. “Get up amigo!†Del Rio yells at the captain of his team as Rhodes turns to see Cena getting to his feet. Del Rio sets himself and as Cena gets to his feet nails Cena with a side kick to the arm. Cena spins around right into a side kick from Rhodes, Del Rio’s turn he kicks Cena right in the chest only for moments later Rhodes to do the same exact thing. Cena spins and falls on his knees allowing Del Rio to bounce off the ropes and come at Cena nailing him with a dropkick right to the face. Del Rio gets up slapping his chest before shaking the hand of Rhodes who after Del Rio turns his back begins wiping his hand on the ring ropes.
JR: And this is why the advantage can be so important to a team Hot Rod. Del Rio and Rhodes are taking out the European Champion and by my calculations it should be another minute before the next member of Team Cena gets out here.
Piper: This is garbage JR. It’s like that idiot GM from Anarchy came up with this match!
Rhodes tells Del Rio to head to the top rope and the Mexican follows his captains orders climbing to the top as Rhodes picks up Cena and plants him with a backbreaker onto Rhodes knee, but Rhodes just holds him there, Cena is in big trouble and the crowd loves it as Del Rio leaps off the top rope and comes down with both his feet landing on Cena’s chest. The move looks like it broke Cena in half!
JR: Oh my God! That is it for the European Champion, Cena is broken in half by that impromptu move from Team Rhodes.
Piper: Well at least there are no pinfalls until everyone gets in the cage, which I think is the only bright point of the match considering it is all boring!
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The music of the former Phenomenal one enters the staging area to a chorus of resounding boos. AJ wastes no time getting into the ring and getting help to his Team’s Captain. He immediately gets in and even though both Rhodes and Del Rio are waiting for him he immediately goes after the both of them clearly fearless.
JR: And this might be just what Team Cena needs right now to get back in this match up. Regardless of AJ’s lack of personality without a bottle, he is the only man in this match with any Lethal Lockdown experience now that Kevin Nash is out.
Styles begins driving his fists and elbows into both men as quickly and as brutally as he can. He staggers Rhodes long enough to send Del Rio head first into the nearby steel. With that AJ turns right into an oncoming Cody Rhodes and AJ lashes out with a dropkick. It knocks Rhodes down but only for a moment, but long enough for AJ to set him up and bring him down with a backbreaker before transitioning it into a gutbuster sending the crowd into fits. AJ gets up and cracks his neck not seeing Del Rio coming at him from behind, or not… Out of nowhere AJ nails Alberto with the Pele kick!
Piper: AJ Styles, AJ Mother fuckin Styles. Team Cena got a steal when they picked him, he’s single handedly going to get Cena to the Main Event of Summerslam.
JR: And let’s not forget the person who gets the pinfall is going to get a shot at the World Title as well.
AJ gets up and has a look of, well nothing before he begins climbing the cage appearing to be trying to head to the outside.
Piper: AJ must be drunk, you can’t win this match by escaping the cage. If I wasn’t such a raging alcoholic myself I’d criticize him I’m sure.
Instead AJ is merely climbing the cage in an attempt to reach the weapons hanging on the roof but as he gets on top of the cage standing he realizes it is still out of his reach. He turns to see Rhodes and Del Rio both getting to their feet and decides to make a questionable call under the influence. He leaps off the top of the cage and lands on both Del Rio and Rhodes with a moonsault. The crowd explode at the move from AJ.
JR: Good god almighty! What the hell did we just witness! AJ Styles taking a massive risk and I’m not entirely sure it worked out well for anyone!
All three men lay there for several long seconds until it is broken up by the countdown for the last member of Team Rhodes.
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The Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels comes out onto the stage to a huge pop, Michaels is loving the fact at his age he gets to be the last one to enter the Lethal Lockdown for his team and HBK wastes no time running down to the ring and heading up the steps into the ring.
JR: And Michaels is coming off the biggest win of his career here in UWF after defeating the Rock last month at Money in the Bank, and you have to wonder if that momentum is going to keep rolling him to a potential Title Shot down the line!
Michaels gets into the ring and AJ is up and Michaels nails him with a big right hand. AJ attempts to respond but the moonsault appears to have had a negative effect on him and he swings and hits air. Michaels has gotten behind AJ, and as AJ turns around Michaels connects with a reverse atomic drop. The crowd explode as Michaels nails AJ with a big right hand knocking him down, but unfortunately for him he gets right back up allowing HBK to connect with a scoop slam. The crowd explode as Michaels heads to the top rope and sets up, leaps and connects with an elbow drop off the top rope. The crowd explode into cheers as HBK gets up all fired up.
Piper: Oh yeah Shawn, show off those guns. Idiot! I hate his guts!
JR: Don’t be jealous Hot Rod, or better yet go ahead, Shawn Michaels is everything you never were in the ring and otherwise.
Michaels realizing he can’t win the match yet and seeing as Edge isn’t here yet, Michaels decides to take AJ out of the mix by grabbing his legs and locking in the figure four leg lock. The crowd explode at the move in honor of his friend Ric Flair. But the crowd gets even louder as out of nowhere Del Rio comes into the frame and locks AJ in the cross armbreaker and the place explodes. AJ immediately taps out but it doesn’t do anything as the fall can’t take place until everyone is out here and the cage is closed in.
JR: And Shawn Michaels and Alberto Del Rio are just torturing AJ Styles in the middle of the ring and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
Piper: There may be someone, look JR!
Cena comes out of nowhere and kicks Michaels right in the side of the head getting some boos from the sold out arena. Michaels is forced to let go of the hold and Cena drives his foot into the head of Del Rio ending that threat as well. Michaels gets up and Cena drops him with a clothesline. Del Rio gets the same treatment before Del Rio gets up again and Cena drives him down to the mat with a fisherman suplex. The crowd are booing loudly as the countdown to the final member of the match begins.
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Mr. Money in the Bank, the Ultimate Opportunist, The Rated R Superstar Edge goes out onto the stage to a mixed reaction before running his hands through his head and sprinting down to the ring. He slides into the ring as Cena is stomping away on Del Rio. As the ceiling comes down with the weapons, Edge gets down in the corner and looks like he is going to spear Cena.
JR: For weeks Cena and Edge have been at each other’s throats about who should be the captain of the team and get the shot at Summerslam and it looks like it is about to bust wide open here.
Edge waits impatiently for Cena to turn around and when he does Edge launches himself Cena sees it coming and moves to protect himself but finds nothing coming as Edge instead manages to spear Rhodes who was between the ropes and the cage. Cena breathe a sigh of relief but it hurts him as out of nowhere Shawn Michaels connects on Cena with Sweet Chin Music. The crowd explode, but before Michaels can do anything Edge connects on Michaels with a Spear!
Piper: Cena goes down to Sweet Chin Music and thank god for Edge finally ending Shawn Michaels with that bone jarring spear.
JR: Edge has been spearing everyone in this match who has stood up Hot Rod. Edge has always been loose cannon but tonight he may be taking it a step further.
Michaels lays out in the center of the ring and Edge looks up and above him are not one but two chairs! The evil grin Edge gets on his face is priceless. He takes the chairs and places one under HBK’s head and the other he holds, ready to send the thorn in his side of late to an early grave.
JR: No! No! No! Don’t do it Edge, please don’t do it!
Edge brings the chair down and smashes HBK’s skull with a con-chair-toe! The crowd boo loudly but Piper is on the mic shouting!
Piper: Yes! Yes! Yes! This is the greatest thing I have ever witnessed in a Raw broadcast booth.
Edge looks at the chair as if he is holding a trophy. He is so proud of himself he doesn’t see Del Rio grabbing a guitar behind him and waiting patiently. Edge turns around and shades of Del Rio’s days as Jarrett’s partner connects with the guitar over the head of the Rated R Superstar to the delight of the crowd.
JR: All these weapons are legal and its being used to good use as Del Rio just took a guitar, shades of his old tag team partner, and planted it on the head of Edge.
Edge doesn’t fall down however, and Del Rio uses it to his advantage taking him down the hard way by locking in the cross armbreaker on Mr. Money in the Bank! The crowd are on their feet as Edge is seconds away from tapping out and giving Del Rio a World title shot. Unfortunately for Del Rio AJ comes out of nowhere springboarding off the ropes and connecting with a shooting star plancha breaking up the submission and saving the match for his team. AJ appears however to be just as hurt as Del Rio, fortunately for Team Cena, the European Champion is back to his feet and he grabs Del Rio and with all the might he has throws Del Rio head first into a trash can that has dropped down. Del Rio is out on his feet and easy prey for Cena who lifts Del Rio up onto his shoulders and brings him down for the FU! The crowd explode into boos as Cena goes for the cover.
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Rhodes makes the save having just barely gotten back into the ring and onto his feet in time. Cena gets to his feet and Rhodes nails him with a big right hand, but Cena responds with one of his own. Rhodes responds, Cena answers, Rhodes counters, Cena fires. The crowd chanting yay for Rhodes and boo for Cena.
JR: And it looks like this match has come down to the captains as it should as they are the only two men left standing in this match.
Piper: Its time for Cena to show Rhodes what it really means to be a tough S.O.B. JR.
After exchanging blows Cena decides it is time to switch it up and brings his knee into Rhodes gut. Cena sends Rhodes whipping into the ropes, but that is exactly what Cody wanted him to do, and Rhodes manages to leap up and land on the top rope before spinning around and nailing Cena square in the chin with the disaster kick! The place explodes into cheers.
JR: Bah Gawd what a move by the former UWF Champion. That kick was literally from out of nowhere!
Piper: Dammit Cena! Get UP!
Cena gets to his feet merely out of a will not to stay down, and it costs him. As Rhodes manages to lock in and plant Cena to the mat with the CrossRhodes! The crowd explode into cheers as Rhodes goes for the cover.
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Cena gets the shoulder up at the absolute last milli-second.
JR: Bah Gawd how close was that one. I thought for sure Rhodes had the match there for his team and Rhodes was heading to Summerslam.
Piper: The UWF European Champion is going to Summerslam to add Gold to his resume JR! Nothing is going to stop John Cena from becoming World Champion again!
Rhodes gets to his feet and sees Edge begin to crawl on all fours attempting to get to the ropes, Rhodes isn’t going to let the Rated R Superstar get to his feet and Rhodes rushes Edge and nails him with the knee to the head that took Brock Lesnar out of this match up! Edge is out like a light but Rhodes doesn’t want Edge, he wants Cena.
Piper: What an idiot, no wonder why it took Rhodes so long to get to the top. He has the match won but he rather go after Cena.
JR: This all started when Cena cost Rhodes the Money in the Bank Briefcase last month and now Rhodes is going to end it the only way he knows how, with Cena leaving in a wheelchair.
Cena rolls onto all fours and Rhodes licks his lips before lunging. The crowd really wants to see it, but they are going to have to wait as Cena shoots up like a rocket, throwing Rhodes off balance and easy pickings to pick up and throw down to the mat with a devastating FU! Cena exhausted literally falls on top of Rhodes.
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Rhodes gets a shoulder up at the last possible second.
JR: Good grief another close call, a second away from a team cena victory! Hey wait a minute!
Cena rolls off and away from Rhodes clearly beat to hell which allows everyone to turn their attention to a figure no one saw earlier. AJ Styles is literally hanging on the roof and making his way over to Rhodes until he is on top of him. Then with unbelievable athleticism lets go, performing a 450 splash right onto Rhodes! The crowd can’t believe what they just saw as a Holy Shit chant begins.
Piper: Holy Shit?! Did that just happen!
Styles holding his insides falls on top of Rhodes!
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Here are your winners: The Team of AJ Styles, Edge, and the UWF European Champion John Cena!
JR: Good god! John Cena is heading to Summerslam, and more importantly AJ Styles with one of the gutsiest moves I’ve ever witnessed is going to have himself a World Title opportunity down the line.
Piper: For a drunk that guy can literally fly JR
Cena turns around to see AJ’s hand being held high holding his insides in and smiles. He realizes he is now the number one contender to the World Title. Cena stands up and heads over to AJ. “Thanks Kid for getting me back to the dance. I really appreciate it! Now get out of my ring so the soon to be “WORLD CHAMP†can celebrate! Looks like I once again rise above HATE!â€
JR: Oh and what a classy number one contender. AJ wins the match for him and then he tells A to take a hike.
Piper: Cena is great JR, his rhymes make me laugh like a two year old.
JR: What?
Cena is celebrating in the ring but AJ isn’t leaving. Cena turns and sees AJ standing there. “Hey what did I…†Before Cena can finish however AJ begins unloading on Cena, before grabbing Cena, setting him up, and dropping him with the Styles Clash!
JR: Drunk or not AJ isn’t going to take shit from anyone Hot Rod, and after getting the pinfall victory here tonight you have to wonder what is next for the man AJ Styles.
Piper: I hope its rehab for him next. He could be amazing if he got out of the damn bottle.
AJ Styles stands tall in the ring celebrating his massive win as UWF Lockdown heads elsewhere.
We go backstage from the arena to see Daniel Bryan, one of the 4 men in the Hell in a Cell main event tonight, standing backstage speaking with his girlfriend AJ Lee. AJ looks concerned but Bryan appears confident.
AJ Lee: Daniel, I don't know. I mean, I know Damien and Bray, we were all in Y.E.S. and I know what they're capable of. I just don't want you to get hurt.
Daniel brushes the hair out of her face and picks her chin up.
Daniel Bryan: AJ, look, I know what Damien and Bray are capable and they know that I know. The surprise is when we step into that ring and that Cell closes behind us and they find out just what I'm capable of. AJ, I apreciate your concern, really I do, but you don't have to be. I have a chance to become World Heavyweight Champion, Tag Team Champion and I get to team up with quite possible the craziest man to ever wrestle here in UWF and we get to pummel those 2 sycophants. Will I get hurt? No doubt but it will be nothing compared to what I do to them.
AJ cuts Bryan off.
AJ Lee: I know, Daniel. I know. You just know how I worry about my Dazzler.
Daniel looks around nervously before talking to AJ again.
Daniel Bryan: Babe, I told you not to call me that in public. Do me a favor, please. I don't want you anywhere near ringside because it's going to get violent. Blood will spill and pain and angusih will be felt. Please, just go wait for me in my locker room and after I become World Heavyweight Champion and Y.E.S. lies in ashes, we will....
Daniel whispers something into AJ's ear. AJ's face lights up and she just instantly responds.
AJ Lee: YES! YES! YES! YES!
AJ skips away yelling "YES!" at the top of her lungs. Daniel looks at her with pride.
Daniel Bryan: God, I love that woman!
The scene fades on Bryan as he goes back to stretching and preparing for the main event.
Lillian Garcia: The following contest is a steel cage match and it is for the United States Championship!
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From the back dances The Brian Kendrick, a knowing smirk on his face this time as opposed to the arrogant smirk that's more typical. He claps hands with some fans and rolls into the ring.
Piper: He got his ass handed to him by Eddie Guerrero on SmackDown. You have to wonder what he's got left in him here tonight.
JR: I hate to agree with you but he's going up against Antonio Cesaro who has held the United States Championship for almost 7 months. He definitely has his work cut out for him here tonight.
As the crowd cheer on Kendrick who stares angrily at the stage, a familiar theme begins to play over the PA system.
C'est Miracle
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'Miracle' begins to play and it's not long before Antonio Cesaro walks out from the back with the United States Championship over his shoulder. He throws his fists up and does his signature 'canons' before heading down to the ringside. He walks round ringside before stepping up onto the apron and between the ropes into the ring to face his opponent tonight.
Piper: Here he is, JR! Antonio Cesaro! I love this guy!
JR: He seems right up your alley. He is impressive, no doubt about it.
The cage is just finishing lowering as the bell rings and this one is underway. Both men take a brief look at the steel around them before locking up in the middle of the ring. Cesaro easily overpowers Kendrick and places him in a headlock. Cesaro wrenches it in but Kendrick reverses into a headscissors takedown. Kendrick is back waiting on Cesaro as Cesaro rolls to his knees. The crowd pops as Kendrick came here to compete.
JR: This is NOT the Brian Kendrick we saw last Friday Night on SmackDown!
Cesaro gets up to his feet and locks up with Kendrick again. Before he does, he connects with a kick to Brian's gut. He clubs Kendrick in the back as Kendrick doubles over from the kick. Then, Cesaro practically vaults Kendrick into the cage. Kendrick's face meets steel as he falls back to the mat with a big thud. Cesaro seems pleased as he takes a bow.
Piper: Look at this man! What a Champion!
JR: He's certainly effective.
Cesaro picks up a limp Kendrick and hoists him onto his shoulder. He then uses Kendrick as a battering ram and torpedos him into the side of the cage. Kendrick meets steel once more and Cesaro holds on to him and bashes his face three more times into the cage before dropping him to the mat. Cesaro then places one foot over Kendrick as the referee makes the count.
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JR: Bah Gawd! There's still fight in this kid!
Piper: What the...?!
Cesaro can't believe it either as he lifts Kendrick up. As he does, Brian starts connecting with right hand after right hand to Cesaro's midsection. Cesaro is dazed as Kendrick gets to his feet and hits him with a high knee to the face. With Cesaro dazed further, Kendrick bounces off the ropes and nails Cesaro with a flying huricanrana. Kendrick gets to his feet and scales a turnbuckle as Cesaro is getting up. As Antonio turns around, Kendrick flies off the top rope with a flying crossbody. He nails Cesaro and, as they land on the mat, Kendrick goes for the cover.
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Cesaro gets the shoulder up. Kendrick hops off the pin and grabs Cesaro off the mat. He sets up Cesaro for a suplex. Kendrick tries to lift him but Cesaro's strength is too much for him. Cesaro then hits a suplex of his own and Antonio is back in the driver's seat. Cesaro gets to his feet and places his boot on Kendrick's face. He pushes it in and then from side to side, essentially scraping his face with it. Kendrick rolls over and grabs his face in pain.
Piper: Ha Ha! You see that, Ross? Excellence.
JR: You call it excellence and I'll call it unnecessary.
Cesaro picks up Kendrick and places him back first on his shoulders. Cesaro begins spinning around. Very rapidly he picks up speed and lets gravity do its work.
JR: UFO! UFO!
Piper: This man never ceases to amaze me!
After what seems like an eternity, Kendrick floats off of Cesaro's shoulders and he slams hard onto the mat below. Cesaro goes for the pin.
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Cesaro grabs his head and has a look of disbelief on his face. He starts arguing with the referee, getting in his face. As he does, Kendrick gets to his feet and goes to spear Cesaro into the cage. Cesaro sees this coming and moves out of the way, letting Kendrick spear the referee right into the side of the cage.
Piper: Oh, Man! Look at that! Cesaro telegraphed that perfectly and now that idiot referee has been taken out of the equation.
JR: That's a man's well being, Roddy!
Kendrick realizes what he did and checks on the referee. As he does, he leaves himself open to a big kick to the head. Cesaro picks Kendrick up and sends him into the ropes. As Kendrick comes back, Cesaro tosses him into the air and goes for the Swiss Death. Kendrick telegraphed it and comes down with a hurricanrana on Cesaro and sends him into a nearby corner. Kendrick gets to his feet and puts Cesaro up on the top rope. Brian scales the turnbuckle and goes for a Frankensteiner. As he does, Cesaro catches him in his arms.
JR: Is he thinking....?
Piper: You damn right, Ross!
Cesaro hooks his hands through the middle and comes off the second rope with a Neutrilizer to the mat below. Both men land with a smack. Cesaro flips Kendrick over and goes for a pin. However, the referee is still knocked out. Kendrick is down for the 3 count and then Cesaro notices there's no referee. He lets go of Kendrick and walks over to the referee. He starts kicking him in the side trying to get him to wake up.
Piper: Wake up you moron! Wake up!
JR: It's Cesaro's fault, Roddy!
Cesaro, still attempting to revive the referee, doesn't notice Brian using the ropes to get to his feet. He does and immediately rushes towards Cesaro and nails him with a dropkick, sending Cesaro into the steel cage. He rolls Cesaro over and pins him, not realizing himself that the referee is still out. Kendrick then decides to scale the top rope and wait for Cesaro to get up. As Cesaro gets to his feet, Kendrick flies off and goes for a double axe handle. Cesaro sees this coming and instead nails Kendrick as he comes down with a hellacious Swiss Death. Kendrick falls limp to the mat. Cesaro grabs the referee, gives him a quick shake and tosses him over to where Brian is. Cesaro makes the cover as the referee comes to.
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JR: KENDRICK KICKED OUT! KENDRICK KICKED OUT!
Piper: I don't understand how he did it.
Cesaro grabs Kendrick by the head and, out of mere frustration, begins smashing his face in with fists. Cesaro picks him up and starts dragging his face across the steel cage. He then backs him away and gives him a strong whip right into the cage. Kendrick crashes to the mat below. Brian rolls over to reveal that he's now wearing a crimson mask.
JR: Brian Kendrick is busted wide open!
Piper: Serves him right!
Cesaro has enough and decides to just exit the cage. He calls for the employee at ringside to open the door. Cesaro walks over towards the door but, as he passes Kendrick, he grabs Cesaro's feet and prevents him from walking any further.
JR: Kendrick refusing to give up here!
Cesaro gets free and kicks Kendrick in the face. Cesaro wipes the blood off the bottom of his bot on the bottom rope then decides to exit the door once more. Cesaro goes through the ropes and looks back before exiting the door. When he does, he sees Kendrick standing, blood pouring, and ready to fight. Cesaro gets back into the ring and runs towards him. Kendrick side steps him and sends him into the cage face first. As Cesaro stumbles back, Kendrick grabs him and shoves him into the opposite side of the cage. As Cesaro stumbles back from that one, Kendrick kicks him in the midsection and plants him with a DDT. Kendrick goes for the pin.
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Kendrick picks Cesaro up and tries to send him into the ropes. Cesaro reverses and kicks Kendrick in the gut. He puts him between his legs and goes for another Neutrilizer. As he goes to pick him up, Kendrick refuses to be lifted. He then counters the attempt into a back body drop.
JR: This Brian Kendrick came here to fight tonight!
Piper: Gotta hand it to the little bastard. He's hanging in there!
As Cesaro makes it to his feet, Kendrick connects with a superkick. Kendrick waits for Cesaro to hit the mat then makes the cover.
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Kendrick grabs at his hair in frustration and disbelief. He gets to his feet and grabs Cesaro up. He grabs Cesaro's head and runs toward the turnbuckle. He attempts a Sliced Bread No. 2 but, as he's running, Cesaro grabs him up and shoves him crotch onto the top of the turnbuckle. He then pulls Kendrick down into a tree of woe position. Cesaro then starts scaling the ropes, trying to climb out of the cage.
Piper: You see that, Ross? Intelligence. Kendrick can't win if he can't move!
JR: Wait a second!
Kendrick manages to pull himself up and frees himself. He then scales the turnbuckle. Cesaro's mistake was choosing to escape so closely to Kendrick because Kendrick is able to hit him with a kick to the back, stopping Cesaro dead in his track. Kendrick then walks over closer and grabs Cesaro's head. He then runs his feet up the side of the cage and flings himself and Cesaro backwards.
JR: SLICED BREAD NO. 2 OFF THE TOP ROPE!!
Piper: Sweet Jesus!
Both men crash onto the mat below and are out for a while. After about 5 seconds, Kendrick gets an arm over Cesaro.
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Piper: CESARO KICKED OUT!!
JR: What a match-up!
Kendrick gets to his feet as the blood continues to pour from his face. Kendrick decides to try and escape the cage. He starts scaling the cage. About halfway up, Cesaro gets up to his feet and follows suit. Cesaro catches up to Kendrick and grabs his leg as Kendrick makes it to the top of the cage.
Piper: Uh uh! Not getting out like that!
Cesaro makes it to the top and hits Kendrick with a right hand, knocking him winding. Cesaro and Kendrick are now both seated at the top of the cage. Cesaro hits Kendrick with an uppercut. Kendrick comes back with a kick to the back of the head. Cesaro hits Kendrick with another uppercut and Kendrick nails Cesaro with another kick to the back of the head.
JR: Both men exchanging blows in No Man's Land. It's anyone's ballgame!
Both men continue exchanging blows until Kendrick gets a really good kick in, knocking Cesaro winding. Kendrick continues striking with kick after kick to Cesaro's head. Finally, Kendrick hits one more big kick and Antonio Cesaro falls right off the top of the cage and smacks the mat below.
JR: CESARO IS DOWN! GO FOR IT, KID!
Piper: NO!!!
Kendrick realizes what has happened as he climbs down the opposite side of the cage and both of his feet hit the floor below. The bell sounds and this one is over.
YOUR WINNER @ 25:56 AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION "THE" BRIAN KENDRICK!!!
JR: Bah Gawd! The kid did it! Antonio Cesaro's reign as United States Champion is over!
Piper: The greatest champion in UWF's title reign is over and you're happy about it?!
JR: Give the kid the credit he's due!
The officials hand Kendrick the United States Champion as Kendrick falls to his knees and kisses the belt. He lifts it up high and proud as the fans go crazy. Cesaro is beginning to stir and realize what has happened. Officials are trying to help him out of the ring but he's refusing. Kendrick celebrates at the top of the ramp with his newly-won championship.
JR: Take this to the bank: "THE" Brian Kendrick is for real!
The camera’s cut backstage to an empty locker room, as the fans sit in silence, wondering what we’re about to witness. The door swung open and in charges John Cena, with a high level confidence, all smirks.
John Cena: Yo, homie, did you just see what happened out there! I’m sick and tired of being treated like shit around here, son! And what happened tonight is the first step in becoming World Heavyweight Champion! Team Cena won like I said, and I’m gon’ say it right now, this ain’t me man! This ain’t the real John Cena, I’ll be World Heavyweight Champion very soon, and the first step is makin’ some changes...
Cena notices the camera guy, as he swiftly charges toward him.
John Cena: Y’all find out soon but camera man? If I were you, I’d get the hell out right now! GET OUT!
The camera guy quickly escapes, as the last glimpse we see is Cena ripping off his armbands and dropping them on the ground, before the camera’s cut to black.
Dawson: Well Mister Regal, what a night of action we've had here at Lockdown tonight.
Regal: Truly inspiring night of action. But I think this might just steal the show.
Dawson: I think that's a fair estimation because up next it is our Anarchy Main Event which will feature a Four Way Dance for the International Championship inside the 16 foot high Steel Cage. Th rules are simple, the match will start as an elimination match between the four competitors, when it gets down to two competitors it will be the first man to escape the cage who walks away with the victory and the coveted UWF International Heavyweight Championship.
Christy Hemme: The following contest is set your International Championship Four Way Steel Cage Match!
SEARCH FOR: MATT HARDY
KEYWORD: VERSION 1
OOOOHHH YEAAAAHHHH!
Matt Hardy's theme hits the PA system and crowd responds with boos for the 'Sensei of Mattitude' as he walks out from the back sans his entourage. He throws the V1 into the air before making his way down the ramp. He stops at the foot of the ramp and eyes up the cage before making the walk round and up the steel steps through the cage door. He doesn't bother going to the top rope and simply remains composed looking towards the entrance ramp.
Christy Hemme: Introducing first, from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing in at 234 pounds, Matt Hardy Version 1!
The crowd go crazy as Fandango's colourful ballroom dance theme music plays. With the stage all set up he comes through the tassels or whatever they are, onto the stage where across from him stands an unnamed female dancer. The two share a moment of dance on the stage before she leaves Fandango behind to make his way down the ramp towards the ring. He walks around ringside and his expression changes to a much more serious one as he realises he is about to enter to Steel Cage. He gets into the ring by jumping over the top rope and begins to dance around the ring a little, Matt Hardy is grinning, not taking Fandango too seriously at all. Fandango then walks to the middle of the ring and poses as a silhouette falls from above and bursts into pyro.
Christy Hemme: And from Westbrook, Maine, weighing in at 244 pounds... FaaaanDaaaanGoooo
I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD!
Dolph Ziggler's entrance music plays and it's not long before 'The Show Off' graces us with his presence. He comes out, turns his back to the crowd before gyrating his hips and throwing his arms out in an exuberant manner. Ziggler then turns round and takes his time walking down the ramp, eyeing up both his opponents and the Steel Cage itself. He walks around ringside and steps up into the ring where he recedes into a corner of his own facing both of his opponents who already occupy separate corners in the ring.
Christy Hemme: And from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is 'The Show Off' Dolph Ziggler!
LOOK IN MY EYES!
'Cult of Personality' by Living Color hits the PA system and out walks CM Punk full of fire. He kneels down and lays down his International Championship in front of him, he wipes the ground and wipes the title belt also before yelling 'BEST IN THE WORLD!'. Punk then gets up with his title, holds it in the air and turns his back to the crowd so the whole world can see his 'Best In The World' mantra on his t-shirt. He then turns back around to see the task ahead of him. He gets into the ring and walks past all of his opponents to go up on the top rope and raise the title up into the air as the crowd give a loud mixed reaction. Punk then steps down and hands the title belt over to the referee and prepares for the match ahead.
Christy Hemme: And the champion, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 234 pounds, he is the reigning and defending and only two time UWF International Heavyweight Champion, 'The Best in The World' CM Punk!
The match starts tentatively with neither man willing to move an inch. They all start slowly moving towards the champion CM Punk who is trying to move away from the pack but suddenly Fandango starts attacking Matt Hardy which forces Matt Hardy to fight back against Fandango. Dolph Ziggler attacks Fandango but suddenly Punk grabs Ziggler and pulls him away from that particular tussle and pushes him up against the corner and fires away with chops to the chest, Ziggler turns it around and starts chopping away at the chest of Punk. In the other corner Fandango has Matt Hardy mounted and is unleashing fury with his fists to Matt Hardy's face. However, this does not last long as Hardy gets his arms up onto the waist of Fandango and pulls him down with a Powerbomb and makes a quick pin attempt on the fallen Fandango.
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But to no avail as Fandango kicks out at the count of two. Hardy takes Fandango by the hair and head and places it between the two bottom ropes before pressing his face into the mesh of the cage. In the other corner Ziggler has Punk down in a seated position and is stomping away at the champion before Hardy comes and interrupts.
Dawson: There's so much going on inside the cage it's hard to see what exactly the thinking of each competitor is.
Regal: Well it's really simple Tony, win. That's what every fighter in that ring is thinking of right now, becoming the International Champion.
Ziggler and Hardy come to some sort of agreement and pull Punk out from the corner before wrapping their arms around his head and raising him into the air before performing a Double Suplex on the champion. They then turn their attention to Fandango who has gotten back to his feet in the corner. Matt seems to be communicating something with Ziggler as Ziggler backs up into the opposite corner. Hardy drops onto all fours as Ziggler looks to go for a Poetry in Motion type manuever but screws Matt over as he simply runs up and kicks Matt in the gut. Every man for themselves. Ziggler then goes on the assault against Fandango. He berates him with right hands before pushing him up onto the top rope. Ziggler then climbs up himself and seems to be looking for a Frankensteiner however as he goes for it Fandango holds his ground, grabbing a hold of the top ropes to hold his position. Ziggler simply flips off but somehow he manages to land on his feet, he stumbles round only to have Fandango fly at him off of the top rope with a Missile Dropkick taking Dolph Ziggler down to the mat.
Dawson: Impressive Missile Dropkick from Fandango.
Regal: I haven't a clue what's gotten into young Johnny Curtis but whatever it is, it's working.
Fandango scrambles over to Ziggler and covers looking for the first elimination.
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Ziggler rolls the shoulder out. Fandango proceeds to fire some right hands into the face of the downed Ziggler before heading up to the top rope, he's looking for his signature Diving Leg Drop but just as he's about to leap off Matt Hardy stands in front of him and ticks him off, he's shouting about how that's his move and how Fandango doesn't get to use it, but this only serves as a distraction as Punk comes from behind clobbering Hardy upside the head with a Forearm Smash sending Hardy falling into the ring ropes which in turn causes Fandango to crotch himself on the top rope. Punk then sets about climbing up to the middle rope before wrapping Fandango's head up under his arm. But from underneath comes Hardy who gets under the legs of Punk. Punk begins to lift Fandango up into the air, but as he does Ziggler quickly scrambles to his feet, leaps up and grabs Punk around the neck and in one movement we get a stellar Quadruple Tower of Doom Move as Punk is both Powerbombed by Hardy and hit with a Zig-Zag by Punk and which also sends Fandango through the air as he's Suplexplexed by Punk.
Regal: Isn't it just bloody marvalous to see four young men lay it all on the line for the sake of becoming a World Champion?
Dawson: I think it's quite remarkable the hell these men will put their bodies through but when the ultimate prize is on the line it's the one with the most hunger, the one who's willing to go through that pain barrier that will come up top trumps.
Matt Hardy falls onto Punk for the cover, trying to eliminate the champion.
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Punk rolls the shoulder out. Hardy crawls over and tries to cover Fandango.
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Fandango also rolls the shoulder out in the nick of time. Hardy stumbles back up onto his feet, Ziggler stands behind him Ziggler runs up and goes for a Zig-Zag but Hardy has a hold of the ring ropes and so Ziggler simply falls to the mat himself but is quickly back to a vertical base before turning into a kick to the mid-section. Hardy then quickly locks the arms around Ziggler before dropping down to the mat with Ziggler with his signature Side-Effect!, Hardy's looking to eliminate Ziggler it seems he as he heads to the top rope. He throws out the Hardy Boyz guns, the crowd cheer loudly out of nostalgia. Hardy looks down at the fallen Ziggler and shakes his head, he then points up. Hardy begins to climb up to the top of the cage as the crowd cheer him on, if only for the potential high spot. Hardy then proceeds to leap off of the top of the cage with a Diving Leg Drop!, however Ziggler moves out of the way and Hardy crashes onto the mat from 16 feet in the air to the cold hard canvas straight onto his tailbone!
Dawson: CRASH AND BURN!
Regal: I'm astonished some of the risks these young gentlemen take, and it looks like my worrying isn't without a reason, Matt Hardy could have done some real damage to himself there.
Hardy writhes in pain on the mat as Fandango stumbles up onto his feet. He sees Hardy down and proceeds to climb up onto the top rope, he looks to the top of the cage, the crowd cheer, but he decides not too, perhaps afraid of heights. Fandango composes himself before leaping off of the top rope with a Diving Leg Drop of his own, this particular leg drop lands however and the impact of the leg across the neck and chest of Hardy surely strikes a finishing blow to his chances of becoming International Champion. Fandango makes the cover.
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Matt Hardy has been eliminated by Fandango!
Matt Hardy is escorted out of the ring by trainers and EMT's as the match continues. Fandango perhaps celebrates his elimination a little too much as Ziggler comes up with a Dropkick to the back which sends him face first into the unforgiving steel, Ziggler then rolls him up with a School Boy, he has his feet up on the ropes which is perfectly legal.
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Fandango rolls the shoulder out. The frustation is clear on Ziggler's face as he looks to claim the prize he feels he deserves. He grabs Fandango by the head and takes him and throws him against the steel cage. Fandango falls down to the mat below but it doesn't seem like Ziggler is finished. Punk however seems happy enough to spend some time seated in the corner, recovering his energy. Ziggler takes Fandango and lifts him up onto his shoulder before throwing using him like a battering ram against the side of the cage. Fandango is now bleeding from his forehead and soon his face is a crimson mask.
Dawson: Dolph Ziggler is absolutely punishing Fandango here.
Regal: Before this match I felt Fandango was out of his depth, out of his element in a Steel Cage match and he's been impressive up until now, but I feel the tenacity on the part of both Ziggler and CM Punk will show now and give them a clear advantage over young Fandango.
Fandango pulls himself up using the ring ropes but this only allows Ziggler to drive the knee into the back of Fandango's head and push it against the steel mesh as he bleeds heavily, leaving a red stain on the metal. Ziggler feels like's got him finished and so he lifts him up onto his feet and kicks him in the mid-section before hitting the ropes, before Ziggler can do anything however, Fandango counters with a wicked Clothesline almost taking Ziggler's head off!. Fandango has found a reserve of energy and the bloodying only seems to have energized him. Ziggler scrambles back to his feet only to be met with a kick to the mid-section, Fandango pushes Ziggler into the corner and proceeds to hit him with martial arts kicks to the chest and mid-section. Ziggler fights back with a right hand knocking Fandango off his feet. Ziggler then gets up onto the middle rope and is looking to get up to the top rope but Fandango is agile and gets to his feet quickly before he uses the ropes to help throw his leg up and kick Ziggler clean on the side of the head which causes Ziggler to fall onto the mat below.
Dawson: Fandango is ON FIRE!
Regal: He's proving everybody wrong, including myself, what a battling young chap he is.
Fandango quickly climbs up onto the top rope and is looking for another Diving Leg Drop but CM Punk comes from the side and pushes him causing his head to smack the steel. Punk then proceeds to toss Fandango from the top rope to the mat below on top of Ziggler. Fandango rolls off, but CM Punk sees an opportunity to finish the fallen Ziggler and climbs to the top rope. Punk then hoists himself up onto the top of the cage. The crowd are at fever pitch. Fandango looks on from the opposite corner where he is recuperating. Punk throws his hands into the air before yelling 'BEST IN THE WORLD', Punk then proceeds to fly off of the top of the cage before driving an elbow into the heart of Dolph Ziggler from 16 feet in the air with the Macho Man Diving Elbow Drop!. Punk covers Ziggler.
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Dolph Ziggler has been eliminated by CM Punk - The escape phase will now begin.
Dawson: And just like that the man many picked ahead of this match as the favourite is out!
Regal: No one gets up from a move like that one, quite remarkable. Sublime even!.
CM Punk gets back up to his feet, as does Fandango. Both men meet in the centre of the ring. CM Punk measures up Fandango before laughing and making a b-line for the door, mockingly, not taking Fandango as a serious threat whatsoever, he motions for the door to be opened and it is done so by the referee on the outside. Punk mockingly laughs at Fandango as he tries to exit but Fandango has had enough of CM Punk's bullshit and he drags him back to the centre of the ring by the arm, CM Punk seems almost insulted by this, Fandango then proceeds to slap CM Punk across the face dropping the champion down onto his behind. Punk makes a quick much more serious attempt to exit through the door but Fandango jumps on him and grabs his legs before dragging him back into the centre of the ring as the referees close the door again.
Dawson: Punk should not underestimate Fandango here tonight.
Regal: I think it was just Punk's attempt to play mind-games with Fandango, I know how villains like CM Punk work.
Dawson: That's true but he seemed almost shocked that Fandango would even dare slap him across the face in a show of fearlessness from the last remaining challenger.
Punk turns around and manages to thrust kick his opponent away and get back to a vertical base. Punk then proceeds to kick Fandango upside the head with a Roundhouse Kick. Fandango falls against the corner of the ring. Punk now in a much more serious demeanour heads to the opposite ropes before running up towards Fandango and hitting him with the Shining Wizard in the corner. Punk then quickly wraps his arms around the head of Fandango and looks for the Bulldog but Fandango has the wherewithal to reverse and through Punk backwards into the steel cage head first. Punk falls down onto the mat below. Fandango now begins to head to the top rope and begins to head for the top of the cage. He goes to put a leg over but Punk comes running up and pulls him back down. Both men now stand precarious on the top rope, Punk hits Fandango with a Knee Lift causing Fandango to fall and crotch himself on the top rope, which in turn throws Punk off balance and he also crotches himself on the top ring rope.
Regal: That's not the kind of position one likes to find himself in. Right in the Pardews.
Dawson: This match must be on it's last legs, both men have taken a great deal of punishment.
Punk hits Fandango with some right hands as both men still stay crotched on the top rope. Fandango however reaches up and grabs Punk's head before smashing it off of the steel mesh causing Punk to tumble back down to the mat. Seeing Punk down on the mat gives Fandango the opportunity to go to the top rope, he looks around and composes himself, blood still dripping from his head. He then proceeds to leap off of the top rope and hit Punk with the Diving Leg Drop!. Fandango, tired and befuddled tries to pin Punk but to no avail, it's escape only. The crowd will him on chanting his name. He looks over to the door and begins to make the slow crawl towards the cage door which the referee proceeds to open. He slowly crawls over, creating a red trail of blood as he moves himself over to the exit, over towards glory but from under the ring pops up the all too familiar Masked Man!.
Dawson: OH COME ON!
Regal: Even I'm becoming a bit bloody sick of this nonsense. The Masked Man takes the Steel Door and swings it into the head of Fandango knocking Fandango out where he is. The Masked Man then gets into the ring and moves towards Punk. He begins to pick Punk up, Punk dazed after receiving Fandango's finishing move. He tries to hoist Punk up onto his shoulders but suddenly. From the crowd a stocky built figure emerges and he quickly climbs the cage from the other side of the side Punk is being hoisted up over. It's clear now that this figure is none other than RHINO!. Rhino steps about smashing Punk's head off of the top of steel bars on the cage before pushing Punk down to the mat below. Rhino then kicks the Masked Man down to the mat before fully entering the ring. The crowd are going wild and chanting for Rhino as he gets into the ring. The Masked Man makes a run for him and goes for a Spear but Rhino dodges and the Masked Man only connects with the cage head first!
Dawson: MY GOD!, IT'S RHINO!
Regal: Could we finally see who this Masked Man is now.
Rhino looks down at the Masked Man and proceeds to remove the ski mask from his head revealing the Masked Man to be ROMAN REIGNS!. The crowd are in shock as the member of the famous Samoan wrestling family and brother of Umaga is revealed as CM Punk's Masked Man!. Rhino then turns his attentions to CM Punk who is stumbling back to his feet. CM Punk gets up and turns round into the charge of Rhino who hits him with the GORE!. CM Punk is laid out in the middle of the ring, Rhino takes the time to lean over him and roar into his face giving him the double finger before raising his fists in the air and climbing back up and over the cage. At the door Fandango who is seemingly unaware of all of this has came to. From the back come Derrick Bateman and Maxine who do not get involved but will Fandango towards the exit. They chant his name along with the crowd and eventually Fandango falls out through the ropes to the outside ring mats and we have a shock winner!.
Winner at 25:34 and NEW UWF International Champion: Fandango!
Fandango is helped to his feet by Maxine and Derrick Bateman who are amazed that their friend has managed to become a World Champion!. The referee hands the belt over and Fandango drops to his knees, he holds the title close to his chest.
Dawson: FANDANGO!, I REPEAT, FANDANGO IS THE INTERNATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Regal: We had it all in the end, controversy with the masked man being revealed as Roman Reigns and the intervention on a part of a returning Rhino... it's been chaos!
Dawson: This is what Anarchy is all about and what a moment for Fandango, Johnny Curtis reborn... finally becoming the top champion here on Anarchy.
Roman Reigns tends to Punk in the ring as Fandango raises the International Championship high in the air. This is the picture as we go elsewhere.
There is a camera crew outside of Dean Ambrose’s locker room. The door is slightly open and they can see Dean Ambrose standing there talking to someone although they can’t see who it is.
Dean Ambrose
Tonight is the night where everything changes. We've worked too hard for this to all come crashing down. We've put our differences aside and now we focus on ending YES.
I know this match will give you what you want. The World Heavyweight Championship but, it will also give me the edge. YES will be cast aside finally and I can focus on doing what I do best and that's hurt people and win. As long as no one is cheating me out of victories, I don't need you. You better revel in tonight's match because after that, you'll be long gone.
The camera crew makes a noise which quickly catches Ambrose's attention. Ambrose walks over and opens to door to reveal that there is no one else in the room. He grabs the camera man and confronts him.
Dean Ambrose
You filming me? You trying to be sneaky? Sneak up on ol' Dean Ambrose. I bet you just came here to get my thoughts don't ya'? Hahahaha YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW MY THOUGHTS! I've been waiting for this moment for the past year and it's finally come. I should still be champion. Wyatt took the cowards way out at WrestleMania. I should have beaten Wyatt on RAW but John Cena had to get involved. I should have won that triple threat match at Money in the Bank but some mystery attacker got involved. NOT ANYMORE!
Ambrose starts walking back and forth before getting right in the face of the camera.
Dean Ambrose
And now that Daniel Bryan is capable of stealing my thunder. Either one of us would have been happy to end this but knowing him he has a score to settle. I've beaten him far too many times for him to just allow me to beat Wyatt and become World Heavyweight Champion again. He's going to do something stupid. I know it. Let me tell ya' somethin' Bryan. I'm one step ahead of ya'!
Interviewer
Didn't you say earlier this week that it didn't bother you who won the World Heavyweight Championship so long as YES got put away?
Dean Ambrose
I said that? I said that.....You're right I did. He's getting into my head....He knows what he's doing. Damnit!
Interviewer
I'm sorry Dean, who's getting into your head?
Ambrose has a very far away look in his eye. After a couple of seconds that felt too long, he snaps back into reality.
Dean Ambrose
Nothing don't worry about it. He's my problem. As for Daniel Bryan....He better not get any ideas of outshining me. He needs to watch my back and that's it.
Ambrose pushes the camera out of the way and leaves the room.
JR:Well folks we've had a stellar night so far, we've had 2 new World Champions crowned, but right now up next we have a match with the biggest stakes in the history of UWF. On one side we have the Team of Your Enlightened Saviors. They are the Tag Team Champions, Bray Wyatt is the World Heavyweight Champion, and tonight inside this structure well all of that will be on the line as well as the stipulation of if they should lose they will disband!
Piper: We've seen alot of different zany types of cage matches tonight, but when you talk about cage matches there is none bigger, none deadlier, and none more badass than the Hell in a Cell match. I couldn't think of any type of cage match better to end this night than this one even if Daniel Bryan is in the damn match.
JR: Daniel Bryan started Y.E.S. alongside Damien Sandow almost a year to the day, but over time he and his cohorts started seeing things differently and Bryan found himself outshining Sandow and Wyatt without the use of their lets say less savory tactics. Sandow and Wyatt didn't like that and it all came to a head after Wrestlemania. Tonight Daniel Bryan can end both of the major black marks in his career here in UWF, namely his time in Y.E.S. as well as finally capturing the Big Gold Belt!
Piper:And Daniel Bryan couldn't have picked a better partner for him in this match than the face of Raw and dare I say the face of UWF Dean Ambrose. Ambrose has been getting boned left and right by Y.E.S. since they began and tonight he gets justice, or will he. Because let's not forget, the Board of Directors made the controversial decision on Raw that should Daniel Bryan get the pinfall or submission, well that means he will become the World Champion and not Dean Ambrose.
JR:But Dean Ambrose has more to lose in this match, for if Y.E.S. survive this confrontation with their gold and team intact, Dean Ambrose will be out of the title picture for a year, practically a death sentence here in UWF. Ambrose does not have to follow that should Daniel Bryan win the belt, but you have to believe Dean Ambrose wants to be the one to put the final nail in the coffin of Y.E.S.
Piper: Well we're going to find out cause the talking is done, now its time to walk into Hell!
DING DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWF Tag Team Champions, and the UWF World Heavyweight Championship!
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The crowd immediately breaks start cheering for Daniel Bryan, the self-proclaimed “Best Wrestler In The World†makes his way from the back. Much to the crowd's applause, he is in a great mood here tonight. Bryan chants "Yes" over and over again before entering the ring, his game face is clearly on for this enormous match. Tonight Daniel Bryan may finally win the Big One!
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Justin Roberts:Introducing first the challengers! First from Aberdeen Washington weighing in tonight at 210 lbs. Daniel Bryan!
Cause Really I'm A Psycho
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The crazy Former World Heavyweight Champion comes out to the ring to the biggest pop of the night so far. The sadistic Ambrose looks determined and angry, not a good combination for his opponent. Ambrose gets into the ring as quickly as he can sliding into the ring before stepping up onto the turnbuckle and shouting out to the fans who love him.
Justin Roberts: And his tag team partner, from Cinncinatti Ohio, weighing in tonight at 225 lbs, Dean Ambrose!
Ambrose and Bryan shake hands showing they are indeed on the same page to take out YES! They look around the ring seeing the Hell in a Cell that gives both men and everyone in the arena chills.
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The crowds reaction quickly turns as Bray Wyatt and Damien Sandow emerge on the stage, Wyatt looks around the arena with a big smile on his face as he extends his arms out to his side. While Sandow looks around as he and Wyatt begin to make their way down to the ring. Wyatt and Sandow both have their Tag Team gold on their shoulders while Wyatt's World Title is around his waist. The two men are an impressive sight and you can see in their confidence the complete dominace Y.E.S. has had in the company.
Justin Roberts:And their opponents, representing Your Enlightened Saviors, they are the current UWF Tag Team Champions, Damien Sandow and the UWF World Heavyweight Champion Bray Wyatt!
Wyatt and Sandow enter into the cell which is now on the ground. As soon as they do the match is on, for Bryan immediately bounces off the ropes and comes shooting like a bullet through the ropes nailing Wyatt and Sandow into the unforgiving steel. Sandow goes down like a rock, but Wyatt bounces back to his feet, only for Ambrose to mirror Bryan and like a missile drive Wyatt into the steel. The crowd is already red hot as the bell rings.
Ding Ding Ding!
JR: And the challengers wasting little time getting things going in this high stakes match that may change the course of UWF forever! I just hope Your Enlightened Saviors are up for the challenge.
Piper: Sandow and Wyatt are both former World Champions JR! If anyone knows what it is like to win a high stakes match it is both of them. They haven't been the most dominant faction in the history of UWF for nothing.
The crowd is hot as Ambrose and Bryan look at each other and Bryan nods, allowing Ambrose to grab the World Champion and toss him into the ring where Ambrose intends to have fun with the Champ! Ambrose immediately drives a knife edge chop into the chest of the World Champion, not once, not twice but three times, each time harder than the last. Clearly Ambrose is out to kill the Champ for the injustice he’s unleashed on Ambrose. Meanwhile on the outside Bryan intends to toss Sandow into the steel steps, but Sandow manages to reverse it and Bryan goes flipping knees first into the steel steps. Sandow catches his breathe while Ambrose has Wyatt stuck in the corner now, with a big right hand, followed by a knife edge chop, right hand, chop!
JR: Good lord, it’s like Dean Ambrose is being possessed here by some other worldly fury driving those chops and right hands into whatever vulnerable areas of the Worlds Heavyweight Champion he can find.
Bryan attempts to get to his feet, but as he is about too Sandow grabs Bryan from behind and sends him flying head first into the unmovable steel of the Cell. Sandow doesn’t waste any time sliding into the ring where Ambrose is now jabbing Wyatt in the stomach left, right, left, right, no DQ’s it is clearly closed fisted. Ambrose is so intent on his fury he doesn’t even feel Sandow coming in from behind and Sandow gets on a knee and connects with a low blow on the former World Champion. The crowd boo loudly as Ambrose, in the zone or not, falls to his knees. Sandow grabs Ambrose by the face and throws him down before going to check on his partner.
Piper: If Ambrose wants to cheat with those closed fists, they always say anything you can do, I can do better and that is exactly what Damien Sandow did there.
JR: Ambrose may only have one flaw and that is when he gets into these fits of seeing red. He gets so focused on one thing he forgets about his surroundings and that is exactly what happened there.
Sandow slaps Wyatt to life, telling him they need to take out Ambrose now, clearly seeing Ambrose as the bigger threat of the two opponents. Ambrose gets to his knees and this time Sandow knocks him to the mat with a kick to the side of the head. Ambrose collapses to the mat leaving him vulnerable for Wyatt to drop his elbow right into the heart of the former champion. This opens Ambrose up for Sandow to come into play and perform his Elbow of Disdain right into the heart of Ambrose. The crowd boo as Sandow stays on top forcing the official Earl Hebnar to make the count.
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Ambrose kicks out!
Piper: I’m telling you, the real wild card in this match is going to be none other than the former UWF Champion Damien Sandow. I mean look at the guy, he’s got the body on a greek statue and is the most intelligent man I’ve ever met.
JR: That has nothing to do with the fact you frequent bars in all your spare time is it Hot Rod?
Sandow and Wyatt both get up and together begin stomping away on Ambrose drawing the ire of the crowd. That is until Daniel Bryan slides into the ring and the crowd goes nuts. Wyatt is the first to turn around and the former Eurovision Champion sends a hard kick right into the side of Wyatt’s head. Sandow turns around and goes to nail Bryan with a right hand, but Bryan manages to grab the hand and drive Sandow down to the mat looking to lock in the YES Lock! The crowd explodes, but Sandow knows his former partner all too well and immediately escapes and slides out of the ring. Sandow thinks he’s smart pointing to his head mocking the fans, only to be hit from behind by a baseball slide that sends Sandow sailing into the cell.
JR: Sandow taking time to mock the fans and it cost him big time as he gets sent sailing into the cell cage from behind by a red hot Daniel Bryan.
Piper: That was nothing but a cheap shot JR! Sandow did nothing to deserve being hit from behind like that.
Bryan isn’t worrying about fairness, not at all, as he is already waiting for Wyatt to get to his feet. The World Champion does so, and Bryan impresses the sold out crowd by grabbing him and sending him to the mat with the Regal plex! The crowd explode into cheers as Bryan makes the cover.
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Wyatt kicks out!
JR: Some of these fans thought for sure Daniel Bryan was going to be walking out of here with the Big Belt, but it wasn’t to be there.
Piper: Wyatt is on his 4[SUP]th[/SUP] month of his title reign JR. You don’t get there by being a chump, that’s the Miz’s job!
Wyatt gets up to his feet and Daniel Bryan doesn’t just want to beat Wyatt, he wants to embarrass him. Wyatt gets to his feet and Bryan pulls out a move in his arsenal not seen in quite awhile, the dragon screw leg whip. Before anyone can realize it however, Bryan has transformed the maneuver into an ankle lock. The crowd explode as D-Bry pulls out some of the indy day arsenal for this big time match up. Wyatt is struggling and gets to the ropes, but the official doesn’t break up the hold and the crowd explode into cheers.
JR: Earl Hebner is the real deal. He knows that in a Hell in a Cell match there are no rope breaks, and now Wyatt is finding out the hard way.
Seeing that the official isn’t going to make him break the hold he pulls Wyatt back to the center of the ring. Wyatt isn’t looking so good and it gets even worse when Ambrose comes out of nowhere and locks in a modified STF while Bryan holds onto his ankle. The crowd explode into cheers as both men have devastating submission moves locked on.
Piper: Get out of here! This is bull shit! Who would win the belt if Wyatt were to tap out here!? These morons are clearly not as intelligent or as bright as Y.E.S.
The crowd wants to see Wyatt tap, but it isn’t to be, especially when they see Sandow coming into the ring with a sledgehammer. The crowd roars into disapproval as Sandow runs into the match and drives the sledgehammer into the face of an unprepared Bryan. Bryan immediately lets go knocked out! Sandow then takes the sledgehammer and attempts to drive it into Ambrose, but Ambrose moves out of the way only for the sledgehammer to connect with the mat. Sandow is stunned but not out, Ambrose takes a swing at Sandow but Sandow ducks it, as Ambrose turns around Sandow drives the sledgehammer right into the gut of the former World Champion.
JR: Good God! A Sledgehammer! Who in their right mind, especially in the case of someone like Sandow who prides himself on being superior in every way, use a sledgehammer on another human being.
Piper: This is hell in a cell JR! Not a pillow fight, though I would love to see some women in a pillow fight right now. Particularly naked!
Ambrose is hunched over in pain, perhaps holding in his guts and ribs which may now be broken from the impact. It doesn’t matter for long however as Sandow grabs Ambrose and drops him to the mat with his Terminus neckbreaker finisher. The crowd boo loudly as Sandow arrogantly makes the cover.
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Ambrose gets the shoulder up!
JR: That tough son of a bitch Ambrose again kicks out. He may have several broken ribs from that sledgehammer, but he still manages to kick out.
Piper: Oh stop being dramatic JR, if he’s kicking out he can’t be hurt that bad.
Sandow isn’t stupid realizing Bryan is still down from the hammer shot, he rolls Bryan onto his back and covers him.
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Piper: Champs retain!
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Bryan gets a shoulder up and the place explodes.
JR: And now Daniel Bryan showing what he is made of kicking out when he may as well have a concussion!
Piper: Once again JR, stop exaggerating. I hate it when you kiss certain superstars asses. Especially Daniel Bryan’s.
Sandow sits up and the crowd gasp as Daniel Bryan is clearly cut across the forehead and has begun to bleed from the hammer shot. Sandow gets to his feet and sees Ambrose just laying there in the center of the ring. Sandow rubs his evil goatee before beginning to climb the top rope. The crowd begin to boo as Sandow prepares to unleash the Enlightener elbow, but the crowd give him massive heat. Feeling he is firmly in control of the match he turns to mock the crowd, only for Ambrose to leap to his feet and before Sandow even realizes what has happened Ambrose meets him on the top rope and wraps his arms around Sandow and both men go sailing to the mat. Ambrose connects with a top rope belly to belly suplex that shakes the ring and the crowd explode into cheers.
JR: Good lord I think the earth shook from that impact. What a chance Ambrose took there, but he said he was going to do whatever it took to take down Y.E.S. once and for all and that is exactly what he is going to do.
Ambrose gets to his feet and slaps his chest getting the crowd behind him as much as he can which is a lot. He is clearly feeling pain in his ribs but he isn’t going to let that stop him. He picks up Sandow and immediately picks him up and places him seated on the turnbuckle. The crowd explode as Ambrose begins climbing to the top rope looking to nail Sandow with the superplex. Suddenly as Ambrose is setting Sandow up, Bryan comes from out of nowhere and gets underneath Dean so Dean is sitting on Bryan’s shoulders. With one great feat of strength Ambrose, sitting on Bryan’s shoulders hits a massive superplex onto the former UWF Champion.
Piper: What the hell! What the hell was that!
JR: That had to be one of the biggest and most inventive superplexes I’ve ever seen. Sandow and Wyatt might be intelligent, but the ring IQ of Bryan and Ambrose has no superior!
The crowd cheer, Ambrose landed funny having been on Bryan’s shoulders which allows Bryan to go for the cover again.
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The World Champion saves both of his belts by breaking up the count.
JR: And the World Champion is back to make sure he doesn’t lose the Gold, at least not yet.
Piper: Bray Wyatt is not going to lose the World Title or the Tag Team Titles JR. Wyatt always delivers under pressure!
Wyatt is pissed having realized how close he came to losing his World Title. He drags Bryan to his feet before driving a right hand into the bloodied head of Bryan. Wyatt nails Bryan again before driving him off the ropes and as Bryan comes back Wyatt nails Bryan with a shoulder block that knocks Bryan down to the mat. Bryan gets up and Wyatt kicks Bryan in the gut before bouncing off the ropes and driving Bryan down to the mat again with a swinging neckbreaker! The crowd boo as the Champion goes for the cover to retain.
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Bryan kicks out!
Wyatt gets up with his traditional smile on his face. The World Champion is feeling it now as he throws his arms out, “I am your Savior, hear me all. I shall at last end the disease that has hindered me from saving you all!†Wyatt turns to Bryan who is fighting to get to his feet. “Welcome to Hell Demon!†Bryan gets to his feet and Wyatt picks him up and plants Bryan to the mat with Wyatt’s own version of the World’s Strongest Slam! The crowd boo as Wyatt goes for the cover!
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This time it is Ambrose who saves the match for his team much to the delight of the crowd.
Piper: Ambrose was fortunate to be there in time, but I am telling you right now it is only prolonging the inevitable as Y.E.S. will live to fight another day and Dean Ambrose can pretty much kiss his career goodbye!
Ambrose immediately gets on top of Wyatt and tries to deliver some clubbing blows but Wyatt is able to block them until he rolls back to his feet. Ambrose again goes to take Wyatt’s head off, but the Champion is too devious for that. Raking the eyes of the former Champion. As Ambrose tries to get his sight back, Wyatt comes behind Ambrose and locks in the Christmission! The crowd begin to boo up a storm as Wyatt drags Ambrose to the mat and with it potentially hell itself!
Piper: See I told you JR! I told you! Wyatt is taking Ambrose straight to hell tonight and that move believe me is exactly that Hell! Tap out Ambrose. End any chance of a title shot, we don’t need you anymore.
JR: To hell with that Hot Rod. This company would be lucky to have a man like Dean Ambrose as our Champion again. Under Ambrose Smackdown had its highest ratings ever! You are just jealous Ambrose will be a true Champion something you and delusional maniacs like Bray Wyatt will never be.
“I am a forgiving God!†Wyatt screams. “Oh wait! No! I’m not!†Wyatt is now mad as he continues to attempt to choke out the man he defeated back at Wrestlemania to win the Big Gold Belt. “I am the World Champion I will not be den…†Wyatt is cut off by Ambrose’s fist connecting with his face. The crowd explode as Ambrose without the use of the ropes begins fighting back hitting rights into Wyatt’s face until Wyatt slips the hold enough for Ambrose to drive elbows and break free of the hold. Wyatt gets to his feet in a rage. “You dare! You will burn Satan!†Wyatt speaks having completely lost his mind. He rushes Ambrose as quickly as he can, but Ambrose shocks the holy hell out of everyone by grabbing the rushing Wyatt and connecting with the Moxicity! The crowd explodes as Ambrose hits one of his finishing maneuvers from out of nowhere.
JR: Bah Gawd what a counter! Bray Wyatt sees Dean Ambrose as his adversary, Bray Wyatt sees Dean Ambrose as the Devil, well the Devil just brought it to the “savior†and put him down. I’m not a religious man but I don’t think that is how the story goes Hot Rod.
Piper: It ain’t over yet JR!
Ambrose takes a long time to get up and on top of Wyatt but the crowd is on the verge of explosion as they count along with Hebner as he makes the count.
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Wyatt gets the shoulder up and the crowd is completely deflated!
JR: Dammit! How in the world did the Champion get a shoulder up there?
Piper: Gods always triumph JR. Dean Ambrose is the devil, the devil always gets his due and it is coming for Ambrose when Wyatt puts him to rest for good!
Ambrose gets to his feet and is prepared to destroy Wyatt once and for all, that is until he sees Sandow getting to his feet on the outside with the help of the cell. Ambrose immediately slides out of the ring and slaps his knee hard signaling for the knee trembler. Everyone is on their feet as Sandow leans over to hold his head, and Ambrose lashes out, but Sandow moves out of the way at the last second. The crowd boo as Sandow breathes a sigh of relief, but it doesn’t last as Ambrose turns and charges again spearing Sandow, but the whole place explodes as Ambrose spears Sandow right through the cage!
JR: Oh good lord! God almighty! Both men might be broken in half!
Piper: I’ve never seen the Cell come apart like that, the impact of that spear must have been with unnatural strength!
JR: Well the match is called the devil’s playground if your implication of Ambrose being the Devil is true, this is indeed his match!
As attendants at ringside check on both Sandow and Ambrose. A Holy Shit chant begins in the crowd. Meanwhile in the ring Wyatt has gotten to his feet and so has Bryan who has come out of nowhere and has grabbed Wyatt’s arm looking to bring the champion down with the Y.E.S. lock! But the Champion manages to use his free arm to nail Bryan in his cut causing Bryan to lose his balance, giving Wyatt the ability to hip toss Bryan to the mat. Bryan not willing to stay down gets right up, a mistake as Wyatt grabs Bryan and drives him to the mat with the Sister Abigail Reverse STO! The crowd can’t believe it as Wyatt lays down on top of Bryan to reclaim his championship!
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JR: Son of a bitch!
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Piper: I told you JR!
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OR NOT as Bryan gets the shoulder up!
Piper: Jesus Christ what is it going to take to put this asshole down!
JR: Daniel Bryan realizing it is now or never, he may never again get to this point and he’s already lost the first time.
Wyatt gets to his feet and his eyes open wide as if a sinister idea has just come to him. “I shall use this sinner’s biggest sin against him as my brothers before me have!†Wyatt is now talking nonsensical as he begins to bring Bryan to his feet.
JR: Now just what in the blue hell is Wyatt up to here?
Piper: The Champion is constantly reinventing himself but what did he mean by stealing Daniel Bryan’s sin?
It is apparent what Bray Wyatt meant as he brings Bryan to his feet and grabs Bryan’s arm before bringing him down to the mat and locking in Bryan’s own finishing maneuver the Y.E.S. Lock! The crowd begin to reign some hell down on the ring as well not wanting Bray Wyatt to retain his championships in such an embarrassing way for Bryan.
Piper: If Bryan were to tap out here not only would I be vindicated when I say he is the biggest joke in sports entertainment, but the whole world would know it too!
Wyatt reaches back and pulls as hard as he can, potentially trying to break Bryan’s neck with his own finishing move. Wyatt is screaming at the top of his lungs literally trying to pull a Chris Benoit on Daniel! Wyatt looks to be in prime position to retain and humiliate Bryan without a doubt as Bryan’s hand goes up into the air.
JR: No! Not this way! Hold on Bryan, don’t give up!
Piper: Tap you indy midget!
Wyatt begins his wicked smile as he sees Bryan’s hand get higher perhaps ready to tap. Suddenly out of nowhere Ambrose comes in and nails Wyatt with a knee to the side of the head. Wyatt falls to the mat hard having been blindsided. Ambrose smiles a wicked smile, blood in his teeth as it appears he cut his mouth putting Sandow through the cell. Ambrose begins stalking Ambrose as if the Devil coming to collect a lost soul.
JR: Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ambrose is feeling it! This is the opportunity he’s been waiting a long time for!
Piper: Ain’t going to happen JR! Forget about it!
Piper begins breathing heavy as Wyatt gets to his feet unable to really see straight. He gets to his feet against his better judgment and Ambrose grabs him sets him up for a vertical suplex only to turn it into a DDT completing the One Hitter and causing the sold out crowd to go nuts!
JR: Yes! YES! YES!
Piper: NO! NO! NO!
Ambrose now wants to embarrass Y.E.S. and end their reign as painfully as possible, so instead of going for the pinfall he turns Wyatt onto his back, grabs his leg and without a hiccup throws him into the STF! The crowd explode as Wyatt is stuck in the middle of the Cell with nowhere to go.
JR: Ambrose is going to end Yes once and for all here! Nothing is going to stop him now!
JR may not be right however as Damien Sandow comes into the ring wobbly but still able to see his partner is in trouble, unwilling to go down without a fight Sandow grabs the sledgehammer from earlier ready to once again end Ambrose once and for all. Sandow hesitates too long to strike allowing Daniel Bryan to get to his feet and grab Sandow by the arm and drag him down to the mat and lock in the Y.E.S. lock! The crowd explodes as both members of Y.E.S. are now trapped in each of their challengers devastating submission holds.
Piper: Don’t tap out Y.E.S. the UWF needs you! Your our saviors we’ll be lost without you!
JR: Tap out you evil sons of bitches!
Daniel Bryan and Dean Ambrose look at each other and realize suddenly that the first man to make their opponent tap will be the new World Champion. Both men add the pressure but neither member of YES is willing to tap out. Daniel Bryan decides to try something different, grabbing the sledgehammer that Sandow has used earlier and uses it as the leverage he needs to add even more pressure to Sandow.
JR: Oh my god! Bryan with that sledgehammer, by god he could break Sandow’s neck with that!
Piper: This is insane! Ref do something dammit before they kill them!
Ambrose and Bryan are literally unleashing Hell on Y.E.S. and the crowd is on their feet waiting for the historic moment. It is only moments later when Wyatt and Sandow, at the same time begin to tap out and the official immediately calls for the bell ending the match up!
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Here are your Winners and the New UWF Tag Team Champions: Daniel Bryan and Dean Ambrose!
JR: Yes is over, finally the end of Yes is here Daniel Bryan and Dean Ambrose have done it!
Piper: This truly is Hell JR, I can’t believe what I’m watching, this didn’t just happen please tell me this didn’t just happen!
Justin Roberts is shown on camera asking who the World Champion is. Earl Hebner shrugs his shoulders not sure what to say as Sandow and Wyatt tapped out at the exact same time!
JR: Wait a minute who’s the World Champion, is it Dean Ambrose or Daniel Bryan?
Piper: Both members of Yes… They… tapped out. But they did it at the same time.
JR: What does that mean?
Piper: I have no idea JR, but please God let it not be Daniel Bryan.
Earl Hebner and Justin Roberts continue discussing as Ambrose and Bryan take turns in the ring celebrating winning the World Championship. The cell has gone up now and Hebner asks JR for a monitor and tells the ring technician to run a replay!
JR: It looks like Hebner is going to look at a replay on our monitors. This is the biggest review in the history of UWF!
Piper: At least it won’t be touchception JR. I can’t believe I lost money on that shit!
Hebner continues to watch as the crowd watches the replay on the titantron. In real time there is no way for anyone to be able to tell who tapped out first. Hebner has them go into slow motion on the monitors which gives him the answer he was looking for.
JR: Hebner’s figured it out! He has a winner!
Piper: Well who the hell is it?
JR: I’m looking at it on the monitors now and oh my god the new World Champion is….
Here is your Winner and the NEW UWF World Heavyweight Champion: Dean Ambrose!!!
Piper: Oh thank god it isn’t Daniel Bryan!
JR: The replay shows in slow motion Bray Wyatt tapped out a half second before Sandow. Daniel Bryan missed out on the World Title to Dean Ambrose by a split second once again. Nothing against Ambrose, but dammit!
The crowd gives off a loud mixed reaction as Hebner takes the big belt and hands it to the New UWF World Heavyweight Champion Dean Ambrose. Bryan can’t believe it he is in shock and so is some of the crowd believing Daniel had finally reached the promised land.
Piper: Your right JR, the video evidence clearly shows Wyatt tap out first. Dean Ambrose is and always will be better than Daniel Bryan and its clear as hell right here.
The official hands Bryan the Tag Team Championship which he begrudgingly takes tears coming out of his eyes. He looks totally defeated as Ambrose holds up the belts in his hands. He turns and sees the dejected Bryan and he immediately stops celebrating. He begins whispering something into Bryans ear and Bryan shakes his head nodding as if agreeing to something. Ambrose backs up and holds out his hand for Bryan to shake and Bryan accepts it and the two men shake to the delight of the crowd.
JR: And a show of respect from the new UWF Tag Team Champions who have ended the threat of Y.E.S. once and for all and are coming out of Lockdown with all of the gold!
Piper: What the hell did Dean Ambrose say to Daniel Bryan. I bet it was something along the lines of you know you suck right! HAHA!
Ambrose grabs Bryan’s hand and together both men lift up their arms and celebrate their winning the gold, albeit bittersweet for Bryan.
JR: Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining us, as God as my witness what a night. Y.E.S. is dead, we have Three New World Champions, and I have a feeling a chapter ends here tonight, but a new one in the halls of the greats is just beginning.
Ambrose the World Heavyweight Champion for a 4[SUP]th[/SUP] time, a tag champion for the second time, while Bryan celebrating his 2[SUP]nd[/SUP] reign as tag Champ celebrate bittersweetly as UWF Lockdown goes off the air.
End of Show:
Promo's: The TTer's
TLC: Andrew
Ironman Championship: Natlav
Sting/Rollins: Dresdon
Hardcore Title: Dod
Morrison/Kennedy: Killz
X Division: WWS
Rest of Smackdown: Hoov
Rest of Anarchy: Sam
Everything else: SBS
Message from the POTUF: Thank you to all those who pitched in to make this one of the best PPV's in UWF History. We have a new Head Writer coming to Anarchy I would like to welcome Natlav to the writing Team as the New Co-Head of Anarchy. Also Hoov will now be the full time Head Writer of Smackdown in case there was any doubt there. This paper shows what UWF as a whole can do and while some of the tting was lacking, we the writers gave it there all. Let's keep this bad boy going everyone. Its up... up... and away from here....
@ Commentary to begin the show.
Dod's Colter & Swagger is fucking boss!