Post by Dres on Mar 5, 2019 11:22:15 GMT -6
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia standing closely to the camera, looking very serious.
Vinny Marseglia: I sense your pulse increasing in its rapidity. I can hear your breath growing ever the more shallow with each passing second. I can see the dilation in your pupils, and your hairs standing on end. Your body is telling you fight or flight.
This is what every person I’ve ever marked for death has experienced. The fear of Vinny Marseglia. And that fight or flight might kick in and land them a punch or two, or get them a few feet towards freedom, but neither ever takes them far.
At first, they look into these eyes, the windows to the soul, and they think they see tint so they’re determined to find out what it is that I’m hiding. That lasts from before the match to when they connect with some offense, then they’re forced to look again.
And when they look again they realize that the fate I laid out for them wasn’t just macabre for the sake of macabre, they see that it wasn’t tint they saw, it was nothingness. That’s when it dawns on them that try as they might to defend themselves, they’re in a war of attrition and can’t incontestably snatch victory from the grasp of a man with no moral compass.
That’s what awaits you now that I’m back here on Revolution. Whether you’re part of the uninitiated that have never crossed my path or I see fit to give you another reminder, I am going to pave the Road to Wrestlemania with bodies as I vowed.
The victim on that stage is all but certain. As for every victim until then, the next toe tag I fill out could very well have your name on it. Hello to the, “Horror King”. Farewell to the flesh.
As things fade to black, they fade back in with the sight of the new Revolution logo.
As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips
Corey Graves: I’m Corey Graves.
Mauro Ranallo: And making third the charm, I’m Mauro Ranallo. What a great show we’ve got planned tonight, guys.
Tom Phillips: Right you are, Mauro. It’s a night of debuts and returns Kevin Steen makes his UWF comeback against the debuting, “Black Rose” Neville and Johnny Gargano makes his return as he teams up with Tomasso Ciampa to take on the World Warriors in a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match.
Corey Graves: And speaking of those Quarterfinals, we’ll also have the team of Aim For The Bushes taking on the NWO’s Outsiders.
Mauro Ranallo: Also making his UWF debut, Sami Zayn is here and takes on the minion of Dr. Cube, Max Smashmaster.
Tom Phillips: On the docket as well, we’ve got the first of two championship matches as Aleister Black defends the Television Championship against Jonah Rock, the man that answered his open challenge.
Corey Graves: And in the main event, Velveteen Dream defends his Primetime Championship against Jey Uso.
Mauro Ranallo: But first, I understand our General Manager Drake Maverick is on his way out here to address everyone.
The unfamiliar song hits the arena's soundsystem and the fans are unsure how to react, but then the man to whom it belongs emerges from the back to a strong mixed reaction: Drake Maverick. While he still has fans won over many weeks at the helm of Resistance, there are many in the building who dislike the nWo and, as such, aren't fond of his actions at the Royal Rumble. Maverick has a microphone in hand and he looks out at the fans, many of whom are showing their disapproval, with resolve worn plainly on his countenance.
The General Manager of Revolution walks down the ramp, jogs up the ring steps, and turns on his microphone to address the crowd.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new era of the Revolution!
Drake pauses to allow for a pop. He gets a mixed reaction. He seems frustrated by this, but tries to keep his composure as he continues.
Tonight, I have come with the intention of addressing the UWF Universe now that I am taking the helm of a show that, frankly, needed new leadership. As much as I respect everything that the former General Manager accomplished in his in-ring career, it was evident that Stone Cold Steve Austin's methods were falling well short of the mark when it came to maintaining order and running this program as well as it could have been. The most egregious of his errors, by far, was laying his hands on the talents we pay good money to in exchange for their services as athletes. In doing so, he risked injuring men the UWF has invested in — in essence, he could have cost this company money. That conduct was unacceptable, which is why today I stand here as your General Manager.
This remark draws outright contempt from the fans, who boo Drake. He raises a hand to ask for their silence but their booing continues, so he raises his voice and continues speaking.
The New World Order is a reasonable group of men who want the same thing every other wrestler on this company's payroll want: to succeed. To make names for themselves. To capture championships and become immortals through the feats they accomplish in this ring. In essence, those men want nothing more than to follow in the footsteps of men just like Steve Austin. And I think that threatens the Texas Rattlesnake. He does not want to allow people to eclipse him. I can't say that I can relate to that fear, but I can certainly understand it. And I think in a company such as this, there is room for a man with talents like his, which is why I offered him the opportunity to be my Sheriff. Because above all else, under my guidance, we will have order here on Revolution. This will become a haven for the world's finest talents — the same way Resistance was under my control — and I will achieve that using the same methods. Encouragement when I see greatness, and punishment when I see corners being cut. It's a simple philosophy. And it begins no--
Drake is interrupted.
At the sound of the shattering glass, a majority of the fans in the building collectively pop and rise from their seats as they anticipate the arrival of the man the theme music belongs to. Before long, he appears on the stage but in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time as he rides out on an ATV and takes off down the ramp and circles the ring.
Upon parking the ATV, he turns it off and climbs off of the vehicle before entering the ring, raising the microphone he’s holding up to his mouth as he approaches Drake.
Stone Cold: You two-faced, brown nosin’, spineless little pissant. I got half a mind and a full-on buzz ta’ drop you where you stand and beat you within an inch of yer worthless life. Did ya have fun with yer little card game the other night? How many hands did ya win? Don’t answer those questions, son, because you could see it on yer face how much fun you were havin’ with those bottom feeders and it doesn’t matter how many hands ya won because ya lost a few key things that were essential ta’ makin’ you an’ I workin’ together a success: Stone Cold’s respect, and Stone Cold’s trust.
Now I don’t know if they spiked yer drink or yer that shitty a judge a’ character, but by standing there and tryna’ pass anyone willingly sporting the In Dubya Oh colors and logo as reasonable men, yer way off the mark. Those selfish pricks aren’t reasonable and they don’t wanna do a single solitary thing that involves walkin’ where Stone Cold stepped. Besides, Stone Cold didn’t take shortcuts or cut corners ta’ win or keep his championships, ta’ win his matches, or ta’ get ‘imself recognized. No damn Outsiders. No damn Sweet ‘n Sour Incorporated. No damn New World Order.
So this isn’t about bein’ threatened because I feel like I might get eclipsed, this is about bein’ threatened because Revolution might get eclipsed, and things are already gettin’ that way and you playin’ nice with ‘em is just speeding the process along.
Drake seems genuinely hurt by Stone Cold's words. He raises his microphone up to defend himself.
Well, Steve, the way we see things may not align but I don't think that's any reason to come out here with that foul mouth of yours and start to insult someone who is, for all intents and purposes, your boss. You worry about Revolution being eclipsed, but the thing that you don't seem to understand is that it will never be eclipsed. The nWo may have a large following, they may have several titles currently in their possession and they may be quite successful here in the UWF but as far as I'm concerned, no man or group of men is bigger than this organization. We are the pinnacle promotion in the sport of professional wrestling and whether it's the UWF Champion or a Sheriff who has gone rogue, if someone steps out of line, I will not hesitate to strip them of their title and give them their pink slip. I am the power here, I am the man in control, and I will lay down the law where I see fit.
Drake's remarks sound petulant because they are so. The fans loudly jeer him as he finishes his remarks. He mutters something off microphone and then continues.
You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, and there's no difference here with the New World Order. When I sat down with them for a hand of cards and heard them out, something you steadfastly refused to do, I realized the kind of men they are. They want what's best for Revolution, too — and right now, they believe they're the best people to advance that agenda on the program. And when I look at the UWF roster, it's a tough argument to refute. Amid a motley assortment of narcissists, lunatics and Hollywood stars, we might have a few bona fide talents. But in the New World Order there are entrepreneurs and athletes, and I think they ought to be heard.
More booing from the fans, but Drake's not done.
Shut up. Shut up! I'm not finished speaking. I'm not too stubborn to see other perspectives. And I understand where your frustration really comes from, Mr. Austin, which is why I've decided to announce that the Road to Wrestlemania will continue Sunday, March 31st at Wargames. What's more, that is where we shall put this clash of ideologies to bed, because for the main event of the evening we will have Team New World Order versus Team Stone Cold Steve Austin!
Drake lowers his microphone to a pop for the first time this evening. He smirks at Austin.
So that’s it, huh? Put up ‘er shut up time at Wargames. I like that, and you can bet yer ass that Stone Cold’s gonna be countin’ down the damn days until that event but that doesn’t change a damn thing about how he feels about ya. I still don’t trust yer ass as far as I could throw it, and in the next thirty-four days whether you show that you can be trusted and Stone Cold was too quick ta’ judge, or that, “laying down the law when I see fit” trash means leniency for the In Dubya Oh like I think it will, it’s not gonna matter because when that month plus is up, Wargames is going to be the last time any of ‘em lace up their boots in the You Dubya Eff. And that’s the bottom line, cuz Sheriff Austin said so!
Austin’s music hits again as he exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp. Once he’s gone, Drake’s music starts playing and he exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp as well as things head elsewhere.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the UWF, Sami Zayn.
Sami comes into frame with a smile on his face.
Sami Zayn: Thanks for the welcome Renee, it feels good to be back.
Renee Young: Sami, you made your return last week at the Royal Rumble and had a nice showing. Many thought it was just a one and done type of deal but you've officially signed a contract and are now a Revolution superstar. What are some of your goals here?
Sami Zayn: Well Renee the first one was to win the Royal Rumble and main event Wrestlemania. Obviously I fell a little short of that goal but failure has never stopped Sami Zayn from shooting for the stars. The main event of Wrestlemania may be off the cards this year but there's still plenty of marquee matches to be made. With the brand split recently ending, I know there's going to be a lot of hungry guys out there trying to make a name for themselves but I can promise you that none of them have the same passion for this business as I do. None of them have the same heart. I don't quit until I reach my goals.
Renee Young: Well we look forward to seeing what you can do. The brand split came to an end at the Royal Rumble but a silver lining has come in the form of the returning UWF Tag Team Championships making a comeback. The last time we saw you in UWF, you were with a friend of yours who also made his return last night in a different fashion. Is there any chance we see a reunion and a run for the tag team gold?
Sami Zayn: You know I love Kevin. Him and I have had our ups and downs both together and against each other but he'll always be my brother. Him coming back on the same night as me wasn't something we planned, it just sort of happened. While we may both be here, my whole career here in UWF has been me in the shadow of someone else. Whether it was Kevin, the Bullet Club or whoever else. I've never really shown what I can do as a singles competitor and I'm here to chan-
Becky Lynch: Yo Sami!
Zayn looks over to his right to see none other than Becky Lynch.
Sami Zayn: Oh hey how's it going! Where's Punk?
Becky Lynch: Who cares, Punk's a loser.
Sami Zayn: Enough said. So you made the switch over when Resistance folded?
Becky Lynch: Not exactly. My contract was kinda tied to Punk's but apparently I've got a "Leyton clause" or sometin'? Basically I got a few weeks to find someone new to manage or else I get ta' boot.
Sami Zayn: Can't you just be a singles wrestler? I mean you are THE MAN. I certainly wouldn't want to be in the ring across from you.
Becky Lynch: Well with the two rosters combinin' and not a lot of screen time, I don't have the same tenure as the rest of 'em and since my contract wasn't as a wrestler per se, guys like you got their contracts finalized before I even realized what was goin' on.
Sami Zayn: Oh that sucks. I'm sure you'll find someone to manage. Who couldn't use someone like you in their corner.
Becky Lynch: Well that's sort of what I'm here for. You and me, teaming up. Whatdya tink about tat?
Sami Zayn: Uhh I'm flattered but, I kinda just gave a whole speech about how I'm striking out on my own. Maybe one day but not right now.
Becky nods, trying hard not to look disappointed but you can read it on her face.
Sami Zayn: Look, I got to go get ready for my match but I appreciate the offer though. See ya around.
Sami leaves to get ready, leaving Becky behind as she looks on and the scene fades away.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Sami's music hits and the crowd gets on their feet. It's not long before the Underdog from the Underground comes out dancing to his song and punches the air in time with the "Let's Go!" portion of the song.
Tony Chimel: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds. Sami...Zayn!
He skips down the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before running up the stairs, stopping to throw his hands into the air to pump up the crowd. He comes into the ring and gets ready for the match ahead as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Max Smashmaster makes his way from the back and starts heading down the ramp, confident that he’ll be the one to make Dr. Cube proud.
Tony Chimel: From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at three hundred and seventy-two pounds. Max...Smashmaster!
As Max enters the ring, he gets chest to chest with his opponent and takes off his mask revealing his own face painted with war paint. He now creates some distance as he gets ready for the match ahead.
DING DING DINGֱ!
The bell rings and Max walks to the center of the ring Sami, not being a man who backs down, starts walking too and they meet face to face (more like face to boob! gottem) in the middle, Max chuckles and laughs at the way smaller Zayn, that good mood quickly gets thrown out of the window when Max sees Zayn is smiling and he responds with a huge knee to the gut! Zayn folds over and Max punches him in the back, dropping him to one knee but Zayn quickly gets back up to the same position, so Max punches him again! but Zayn gets back up again! Max gets annoyed and this time he delivers the punch to the back and immediately after he grabs Zayn but the waist and picks him sideways, dropping him back first into his knee! Zayn is in agony but Max doesn't let go, he shoves Zayn away from his knee and he lands on his stomach, which is just the right position for Max to crush his spine with an elbow drop!
Mauro Ranallo: Max Smashmaster is dominating Sami Zayn here!
Tom Phillips: And he's targeting the back, probably setting up that famous Spinebuster!
Corey Graves: Couldn't Dr.Cube think of a more devasting move than a simple spinebuster?
Zayn grabs his back and screams in pain which only gives Max more joy, he flips Zayn so he's now facing the ceiling, he takes a few steps back and lands a HUGE senton! Zayn balls up and begins to cough as Max is sitting near him and just laughs, after a few moments he decided it's time for more and sets Zayn up for another senton but Zayn, the grizzled young vet that he is, realizes that another senton is coming and rolls out of the way! but he rolled away too early! Max still hasn't jumped and when he sees that Zayn rolled away he stomps on his back and smirks before finally jumping up and landing a senton on Zayn's back! the move took a bit out of Max too but not nearly as much as it took from Zayn who is rolling all over the ring and holding back screams of pain, Max rubs his back for a moment before flipping Zayn over again, this time going for a pin
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Zayn kicks out and Max is kinda mad, he gets back to his feet and picks up Zayn before hooking his head and lifting him up in a suplex position! Max keeps him there for a good amount of time as the crowd boo the display of strength from the minion, after what seems and probably felt like forever for Zayn, he finally throws him to the other side of the ring! Zayn finally lets out a scream of pure pain as Max is laughing and taunting at the crowd, he gets on the nearest second rope and flexing as Dr.Cube is cheering and clapping for him, after a short while Cube gets inpatient and tells Max to get back to fighting, Max jumps down from the rope and when he gets back to Zayn he gets rolled up!
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Max throws Zayn away from him and Zayn surprisingly lands on his feet, Max is super mad now and looks with a death stare at Zayn who doesn't back down, Max charges him and goes for a lariat but Sami ducks underneath it, Max stops dead in his tracks and goes for a lariat to the back of Sami's head but Sami ducks underneath it too! Max now has his back to Sami where he gets dropkick'd! Max stumbles forward and hits the ropes, instead of rebounding he's able to stop his momentum there, Sami wants to throw him out of the ring and charges with a clothesline but now it's Max' turn to duck under, but he grabs Zayn by the chest and leg, posturing up so he holds Sami right in place for a gorilla slam! he parades around the ring for a while as Zayn is trying desperately to fight out of the bad position, Dr.Cube yells at Max to do the move already and the minion listens, he stops near one side of the ring and begins to charge the other side but Zayn is starting to make some impact with punches to Max' face! Max stops right before the opposite ropes and tries to throw Sami out but he manages to land on the apron! he springboards and lands a crossbody!
Mauro Ranallo: It seems like the underdog from the underground is beginning to pick up some steam here!
Corey Graves: You can never count out Sami Zayn Mauro, he's like an annoying bug, you think you killed it but then it moves again.
Some of the crowd boo Corey's remark but most of it is too caught up in Sami's comeback, he begins to hype himself and the crowd up as Smashmaster gets up, when Max is fully on his feet Sami charges him and jumps in the air with a calf kick! the kick only stuns Max who stumbles backward but Zayn can't give him even a second to catch his breath, he quickly follows Max and begins to unleash a packet of chops! the weekly minion simply absorbs the shots and after Zayn is done he just screams and pounds his chest! Zayn shows that he isn't phased by the no selling of his hardest chops (although he is but don't tell the crowd) and immediately gets back at Max with quick and deadly elbows! he finishes the barrage with a dropkick to one of the knees, forcing Max to drop to the other one and once there, Zayn hooks his head and attempts a suplex, but he can't get Max up! after a few tries he finally manages to lift Max a few inches off the ground but the Personification of Annihilation punches Zayn's gut until he has to drop him but Zayn doesn't give up, he tries one last time but in this time Max is able to reverse the hold and throw Zayn with a suplex of his own!
Corey Graves: Alright never mind, Zayn doesn't have anything to offer.
Tom Phillips: Don't be so sure yet Corey, like you said Zayn is hard to kill.
Max gets up and adjusts his jaw, those elbows did some damage, he goes over to the furthest corner and stalks Zayn, patiently waiting for him to get up and when he does Max charges him and hits him with a dropkick so hard he gets thrown and bounces off the opposite corner! Zayn is out, he just lays motionless on the floor as Smashmaster celebrates and taunts the crowd while Dr. Cube laughs like a maniac and the crowd boo ever harder than before, the ref goes to check on Zayn but Max tells him to back off, he wants to make an example out of Zayn and isn't done yet, he picks up Zayn and puts him on his shoulders, he then walks around the ring to show how strong he is and how powerless Zayn is compared to the undeniable domination of Dr. Cube, he finally stops walking and he drives Zayn neck first into the mat with the Beta-Max! he again taunts the crowd and then proceeds to put his hand on Zayn for a pin
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Zayn throws his arm in the air!
Max and Dr. Cube are shocked, they didn't expect Zayn would survive this, after a few moments of confusion and disbelief Dr. Cube gets on the apron and tries to argue with the ref who doesn't listen and tells him to get down, Max goes over to help his master and grabs the ref by the shirt, lifting his a few inches off the mat while yelling at him, Dr. Cube suddenly shouts at Max to drop the ref, Zayn is using the ropes to get back up! Cube gets down from the apron and Max drops the ref so he could re-focus on Zayn, he charges Sami who drops the ropes in the final second so Max gets thrown into the outside! Max falls right on his back and only takes a few seconds to get up, those seconds were all what Zayn needed to rebound off the opposite ropes and launch himself at Max, grabbing and spiking his head when he gets to the ground!! Zayn and the crowd share a scream of joy as the giant minion has finally been taken down
Tom Phillips: That's a game changer right there!
Corey Graves: I'm gonna change your face if you continue with these overused terms.
Mauro Ranallo: It might be overused but that's exactly what this DDT is, the major game changer that Zayn needed.
Zayn attempts to pick up Max and get him into the ring but he's too heavy and Sami took too much damage, the ref is now on the count of 5 and Zayn is still trying to lift Max, and with a primal scream, he's able to do that! he then throws Max into the ring and quickly follows, Max gets up to one knee as Zayn is still on the apron, when Max fully gets up he jumps in the air only to be caught by the throat! Max laughs in Zayn's face and goes to chokeslam him but when he lifts him up Zayn is able to slip away! he now stands behind Max where he ducks under one of Max' arms, grabs one of his legs and explodes with a Blue Thunder bomb!! he keeps the leg and the ref counts that as a pin
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Max manages to kick Zayn away but he's still hurt, he has trouble getting up to his feet so he grabs the ropes for assistance, Zayn doesn't want Max to recover and immediately gets back to work with multiple punches to Max who curls up in an attempt to block, he gets driven into the corner where he manages to finally throw Zayn away, he probably didn't think about it much as Zayn is now able to charge him and nail his boot into the war painted face with the Helluva kick! Max falls down like a sack of potatoes and Zayn quickly gets on top of him, hooking both legs
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Sami Zayn!!
Sami gets his arm raised in the victory as the crowd erupts in joy, he celebrates his win for a few moments before Revolution heads elsewhere.
The scene opens to see a man with hair down the back of his head, in a blue jumpsuit with County Jail written on the back of it. The man then walks across, looking for a person that he’s expecting a visit from. Suddenly we see Nigel McGuinness sitting down at a desk, and the man heads over and sits down.
The camera pans around to see who is in the jumpsuit, it’s Marty Scurll, who got arrested after his contest with the Velveteen Dream at the Royal Rumble. They both pick up the phones connecting them to the other side.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What do you want me to say? Why? Why did you come here?”
There is a short silence and then Nigel leans more into the desk. He laughs and then composes himself.
Nigel McGuinness: “Closure, that’s what one would call it. Although I must admit, I didn’t know the officers would come out there and arrest you, it was almost perfect. Inevitable originally, of course, but seeing as you no longer associate with me, it ain’t a big deal anymore.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What is this? A rebellion against me, if it is, it’s kind of petty. You’re like an anxy teenager Nigel, I mean look! You’ve aligned yourself with an anarchist, a complete buffoon of a man. You and I both know that you and him won’t ever have a friendship like we had.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Maybe that’s true. Maybe it is. But you know what? I know he won’t betray me. I know that he won’t be fickle with me. I know that he won’t replace me. While you ran off with your buddy Dream, I tried to stay attached, for so long, and you just abandoned me. Left me out for the wolves-”
Nigel cuts off his speech as he’s getting overly frustrated with Marty. He looks off to try and cool himself off for a second.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “And? What did you expect me to do? You hardly did anything for me for months. At points, I even forgot I owned a company. Speaking of which, what are you planning to do with it.”
Nigel McGuinness: “I have a buyer. Will give me a million for it. Doesn’t really have a lot of worth, so I might as well get rid of it for that. Besides, I hate what it represents. It represents you and your ego.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “My ego?! I’m sorry, I ain’t the one running off with goddamn Adrian Neville because I haven’t been given enough attention. FIx up man. I’ve lost hope, I ain’t got a lot of chance of getting through this not guilty, and in true honestly I have no idea how long they’ll keep me in for. One thing that I know for certain though, is that you and me were done long ago, and there’s no fixing it.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Well no shit dumb arse, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. I’m moving onto better things, and oh yeah. One thing. Don’t drop the soap.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Fuck you.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Or will you be the one dishing it out, is that why you were hanging about Dream so much?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Fuck you.”
Nigel McGuinness: “I always got a bit of a rapey vibe from you Marty, I’m surprised I even trusted you in the first place.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What the fuck is wrong with you mate?! Just because I’ve not played enough attention to you, you turn into this?!”
Nigel McGuinness: “I have turned into this, and I don’t give a flying shit. You can take your shitty schtick and stick it up your arse. I’m moving onto better things without you, your fans will too, they will forget about you, and I’ll enjoy each and every second of it.”
The prison warden comes over and pats Marty on the shoulder indicating that his time is up and he needs to go back to his cell, he then spits through the mesh in spite and gets pulled away.
Nigel McGuinness: “Fucking lunatic, I’ll make them forget about him.”
Nigel then gets up from his chair and walks down the hall and out of the interview room. UWF then moves along.
Renee Young is politely standing with a microphone as we pan to the side to see she’s interviewing The Proletariat Boar and Grado.
Renee Young:”Hello, Tonight I am here with The World Warriors and guys it’s safe to say this is do or die for you, in your match tonight against DIY.
Before Renee can give either of the duo the Mic, Grado snatches it from her.
Grado:”Oi, I am sorry but wit do you think we don’t know dat Renee? We know we have to win this! We haven’t slept, we haven’t eaten, we haven’t finished Kingdom Hearts 3! We haven’t been out selves.”
The Proletariat Boar:”We know what this means we have heard the words from everyone we get it. DIY thinks it will be easy for them to take out the trash. Well guess what Renee this Trash, has been here for a while. In our lifetime in the UWF we have seen Sammy Guvera,Tyler Bate, our good friends the Hired Gunns, and Bo Dallas leaves and for Dallas we saw him leave twice. Those first two especially are important because they said the same things about us that DIY did, but guess who still has a job, us!”
Renee Young:”Oh well what about what Gargano said about believing in yourselves, is it true you two doubt yourselves?”
Grado:”Renee, wit are you on abit? Yeah we do believe in ourselves if we didn’t we would have quit a long time ago. But we didn’t and that's why we are here that’s why we fight!”
Boar has to pull Grado aside as the Scot gets too heated up.
The Proletariat Boar:”Renee let me ask you something, what do you do when your best isn’t enough? What do you do when your best doesn’t even get you past the first round of the most important tournament in your life? What do you do when all it gets you is a pity clap from the fans? We don’t want pity, we want to win, no we NEED to win. This isn’t about gold it’s about proving ourselves. So why don’t you go find your best friend Kevin Steen, and talk to him about his return, or how about you go and wait to congratulate Jimmy Uso on his potential miracle victory, while us we have something important to do.”
The Boar storms off with Grado following close behind, while Renee looks on shocked as the camera pans.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match! Introducing first...
#DIY’s theme blares around the arena. As the beat drops, they both walk out with a spring in their steps. Gargano does his signature taunt and Ciampa attempts to pump up the crowd. They then begin their descent down the ramp towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 399lbs. The team of Johnny Gargano and Tomasso Ciampa; D..I..Y!
Both Gargano and Ciampa run up the steps and enter the ring at the same time before getting into the face of one another and pumping each other up. DIY are ready to go.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
”Test...your might.
MORTAL KOMBAT!”
As the well known theme of the fighting game staple begins to play, the fans come alive with cheers because of the collective it has come to be associated with. Soon The Proletariat Boar, former Hardcore Champion Grado, and Kaval come out onto the stage, with Kaval holding a poster of the World Warriors Initiative.
Tony Chimel: From the Top End of Stevenson and Moldova respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Kaval. Representing the World Warriors, the team of the Proletariat Boar and Graaaaaado!
As the trio complete their walk down the ramp, Grado and the Boar enter the ring as Kaval remains ringside. It’s time to test someone’s might.
DING DING!
Grado and Gargano are going to start things off as their respective partners step out onto the apron in their corners. Gargano crosses the ring as Grado offers a palm in a test of strength and for a moment it looks like Johnny Wrestling might take it before twisting Grado's arm downward in a wristlock. The Stevenston Lad cries out as Gargano torques the joint, then takes the hand in both of his and lifts the arm up so he can step under it before maneuvering behind Grado and trapping him in a hammerlock. Grado makes one of his classic funny faces as Gargano works the wrist, but with a bit of effort on the Scot's part he manages to turn things back around and even reverse the punishment as he traps Gargano in a hammerlock of his own before getting an arm around the waist and lifting him up and over with a picture-perfect suplex! Gargano bounces hard on the canvas but rolls out to the outside before Grado can follow up.
Mauro Ranallo: And now Johnny Gargano is beating a hasty retreat before his opponent can get on a roll here.
Corey Graves: I don't know if Grado has ever been on a roll, but he's definitely eaten his share of them.
Tom Phillips: Hey! Fat shaming isn't cool, Corey.
Corey Graves: Shuddup, Phillips.
Gargano climbs back onto the apron and starts to enter the ring as Grado moves to intercept him, but doesn't fully enter between the ropes and the official orders Grado to give him a bit of a berth. Grado does so, but the moment Gargano is in the ring the Scot ties him up and sends him off the ropes opposite. Grado then steps forward looking to lift Gargano off the rebound, but instead he catches him as Johnny Wrestling springboards into a crossbody that sends Grado down! Both men are quick to their feet but Gargano presses the advantage by charging and grounding Grado with another running forearm before pulling him to his feet and sending him into the DIY corner. Gargano then crosses to that corner and hits Grado hard on the chest with a nasty chop before tagging in Ciampa.
Corey Graves: And now we see that tag team mentality in effect as DIY start to isolate their opponent here. This kind of co-operation will serve them well in this tournament.
As Ciampa enters the room, Gargano pulls Grado from the corner in a suplex clutch. Ciampa grabs Grado from the other side and DIY lift and drop him with a double suplex! Grado lands on his back but sits right up wincing as Ciampa gets to his feet and moves behind the Scot, then grabs him in a clawhold. While holding Grado there, Ciampa glares with crazed eyes at the Stevenston Lad's tag partner, who shuffles antsily where he is on the apron as he wants to get in this thing. Ciampa releases the clawhold with a sadistic smirk on his face before falling back into the ropes behind Grado and using their momentum to launch him back at the Scot with a savage punt to the back of the skull. Grado flops on his side, seeing stars, and Ciampa tags his partner back in.
Mauro Ranallo: Quick tags in and out mean Ciampa and Gargano intend to stay fresh in case Grado should happen to escape their clutches and tag in the Boar.
Tom Phillips: You can't really blame them. I mean, the Boar is one of the most imposing men in the Revoluition locker room!
While Gargano reenters the ring, the Sicilian Psychopath pulls Grado to his feet and then traps him in a standing full nelson. The exposed chest is then walloped with chop after vicious chop from Gargano, ten in all, before Ciampa lifts Grado up and over with a full nelson suplex. Ciampa exits to the apron as Gargano climbs on top of Grado and starts pummeling him with punches, connecting soundly with roughly seven of them before the official commands he break it off. Johnny Wrestling then pulls Grado back to his feet and sends him off the ropes, doubling over for a back body drop. But Grado kicks him in the chest! The fans pop as Gargano shoots up and Grado connects with three quick jabs before spinning into a discus punch that grounds Johnny Wrestling! Grado starts firing up and drops down, pounding on the canvas in a predatory manner. When Gargano regains his vertical base, he does so only to be hit with the R-Grado! The fans pop as Grado covers!
1...
2...
...NO! Ciampa breaks the cover!
Tom Phillips: Well, one thing is for sure: DIY know how to work as a unit!
Grado gets to his feet as Ciampa heads back to his corner but rather than let him leave unpunished, the Stevenston lad charges him and drills him in the upper spine with a double ax handle! Ciampa stumbles into the ropes as the fans pop and Grado grabs his legs and throws him over the top to the outside!
Corey Graves: Hey, Grado! The Rumble's over! And you weren't even in it, ya loser!
Mauro Ranallo: That's not very impartial.
The Scot is getting fired up and as he turns around he finds Gargano in the perfect position to hit the Wee Boot! The fans explode with cheers as Johnny Wrestling goes down and Grado falls on for the pin!
1...
2...
...NO! Ciampa pulls the official out of the ring!
Tom Phillips: Again Tomasso Ciampa saves his partner from a pinfall.
Corey Graves: No duh, idiot! This is tag team wrestling, and I know we haven't had a lot of it lately, but it's what you're supposed to do!
The official gives Ciampa a talking to and then slides back into the ring. By the time he is there, Grado has already sent Gargano into the World Warriors' corner and is working him with some shoulder thrusts before tagging in Boar when the official can clearly see it. Boar enters the ring while Grado unloads with some chops and then lifts his long leg to choke Gargano in the corner. The fans actually cheer this as the official counts, Boar releasing Johnny Wrestling at four seconds and then pulling him out of the corner and picking him up in the powerslam position before running toward the middle of the ring and dropping him. Gargano arches his back on landing as Boar gets back to his feet and stomps to his corner, then turns and assumes the three-point stance!
Mauro Ranallo: The Boar is in position! There's a few words I'd never thought I would get to say!
The fans buzz in anticipation as Gargano drags himself to the corner and gets to his feet. Boar bursts out of his own corner looking for the Gore but as he gets close Gargano sidesteps and shoves him so he bursts through between the turnbuckles and collides shoulder-first with the corner post! The fans boo as Gargano presses the attack, clubbing Boar on the back while he is defenseless until the official forces a break. While the official's back is turned and he is dealing with Gargano, Ciampa rakes Boar's eyes and then grabs the back of his masked head and repeatedly knees him in the face! Grado shouts at the official to get his attention on Boar but this only has the referee turn toward him and as he does so, Gargano lifts up Boar's legs while he is hung up in the ropes and kicks him three times in the groin! The fans go nuclear at this display of blatant poor sportsmanship.
Tom Phillip: Reprehensible behavior from these men competing to be our first UWF World Tag Champions on Revolution!
Corey Graves: You can't blame them for seizing any advantage they can to pull out a win here. The stakes are high!
As the official turns around, Gargano tags in Ciampa, then drags Boar to the middle of the ring. The pair wait as Boar gets to his knees, then wind up and hit Meeting in the Middle! Ciampa covers.
1...
2...
...NO! GRADO BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Ciampa gets to his feet as Grado starts to leave, but intending to return the favor for earlier, he charges Grado. It's something the Scot anticipates and as Ciampa charges, he turns and takes him down with a Lou Thesz press and follows it up with the punches! The fans cheer but the official gives Grado no end of shit as he gets to his feet and shouts "That's how it's done in Stevenston!"
Mauro Ranallo: Grado laying down the law on Tomasso Ciampa, but he's catching some trouble from the referee here.
Grado steps out of the ring and returns to his corner as both legal men try to find the will to make it to their corners. Boar and Ciampa actually crawl past each other to their respective partners and make the tag! The two meet at center ring with Grado taking Gargano down with a lariat! Gargano gets to his feet and Grado grounds him with another lariat! Grado then pulls him up and Irish whips Gargano into the ropes before picking him up in a tilt-a-whirl, but mid-spin Gargano catches Grado's head and drops him into the Gargano Escape! The fans boo as Gargano gives the hold his all and before anyone can react, Grado is slamming the canvas in submission!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
advancing in the tag tournament:
#DIY
Mauro Ranallo: Some underhanded tactics and brilliant teamwork gave #DIY the victory here over perennial underdogs the World Warriors, but it was a good fight, all things considered.
Tom Phillips: They may not be advancing in the tournament, but Boar and Grado can walk away here with the moral victory. They wouldn't have lost without all of the cheap attacks from Ciampa and Gargano.
Corey Graves: Did you hear that, Mauro? Must've just been me. I could have sworn I heard a non-contributing zero speaking just there.
Ciampa and Gargano raise their arms in victory while Boar pulls Grado from the ring and holds him up on the outside, the fans booing the outcome of the match as they really wanted the underdogs to win. The feed moves along.
We are taken backstage where former Resistance commentator Matt Striker is seen at the head of what is presumably a classroom (or at least a set that looks like a classroom), leaning into the camera in an awkward way.
MATT STRIKER
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Matt Striker, and this is my classroom, where I intend to educate all of you rubes in the illustrious history of this sport we all know and love, professional wrestling.
Striker pauses as he adjusts his tie, and then continues, smiling at the camera.
For my first lesson, I thought it most appropriate to start with something that the filthy locals here in the outskirts of Buenos Aires might be familiar with, and that is the history of the Argentine backbreaker rack and Argentine backbreaker drop. Contrary to what you may assume, the name of the maneuver does not indicate its origin as a hold or attack dreamed up by some humble Argentinian. I'd forgive you unwashed masses for assuming that is the case, after all, your educational system in this country is appalling. No-no-no, the rack submission was actually popularized by American athletes Hercules and Lex Luger, who called it the torture rack, while the drop variation is perhaps most famous for its use by former UWF talent Abyss. Why it was called the Argentine backbreaker is a mystery, but perhaps it was so named because the first victim was a pathetic Argentine man the likes of which is sitting out in those stands tonight.
That remark draws a sharp rebuke from the crowd, who are watching on the Titantron. Striker chuckles to himself, then the camera zooms out as he adds.
And now, for a demonstration, I have invited crossover sensation and UFC Champion Minoru Suzuki to join me! Welcome, Suzuki-san.
Striker clasps his hands together and bows his head but as he does, Suzuki enters the classroom and immediately slaps the taste out of Striker's mouth, the crowd instantly boo the man with the worst personality in the world, he continues the assault whit forearms, chops, knee that are as hard as bricks and he finishes with a punch that throws Striker at least a foot back and knocks him the fuck out, Suzuki goes over to Striker who's bleeding like a stuck pig, he picks him the microphone and he begins to talk while resting his foot on Striker's body, the crowd was booing through the entire massacre but they silence themselves when Suzuki begins talking
This is pathetic, I hold wins over the company's most dominant champions, I won the UFC title in seconds and eliminated two people from the Royal Rumble just moments after I entered, I should be on the main event getting my rightful revenge on Larry Sweeney, but instead, the management books me in this goon's comedy skit, I deserve and I demand better, I deserve and demand my rightfully earned fight with Larry Sweeney.
Suzuki pulls a piece of paper out from his trunks, he then goes over to Striker and gets a handful of blood which he gets all over the contract and on his face as well, the crowd is shocked with the disgusting display and is left speechless, lucky for them cause Suzuki wants to talk
This is a contract for a match with Larry Sweeney, and until I get Larry's signature, the signature I want on it, I'm going to get all of your other superstars' signatures, and what better signature do us humans have than our blood?
Suzuki laughs like a maniac as Striker is still out, lying in the pool of his blood and the camera fades to black as Revolution continues
HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!!!!!
Scott Steiner starts to walk out from the curtain as the sirens blare looking rightfully pissed off as the crowd boo but also kind of cheer after what happened at the Rumble. He gets into the ring and grabs a fucking mic.
Scott Steiner: Now I just going to cut to the chase here. I was fucking screwed at the Rumble by that Pussy Rick Rude and the No Life bitch Eric Bischoff. They both knew that they could not defeat Big Poppa Pump. I should have the fucking Intercontinental Championship around my waist and four women around the largest arms in the World. But no thanks to you two bitches I am once again goldless. I had that match won but Bischoff, like a parasite, worms his way into the match distracting the ref. Then Rude tried to end my fucking career doing that piledriver. However you can not kill the Big Bad Booty Daddy. But with no gold around the Genetic Freaks waist is like the Kentucky Derby not having horses. That is just something that the Genetic Freak can not deal with. I not even mad that I lost in the fucking Rumble my eyes are locked on Rude and anyone in the NWO that will get in my fucking way.
Scott Steiner: So I like to keep this short and sweet Rude. You and Me once again. You know that I should be the rightful Intercontinental champion. The fact that you hold that belt and I don’t is a fucking fraud. So how about this time you put that title on the line again one on one without the help of you fucking puppet master. You want to be a bigger man and step out from the NWO shadow then accept this challenge. Otherwise you will always be known as the NWO Bitch.
Steiner drops the mic and starts to leave, but before he can, Drake Maverick steps out onto the ramp with little fanfare and a lot of booing.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Scott Steiner. Still the loose cannon, as always. I thought your days of demanding matches would be over after you were humbled at the Royal Rumble, but I guess a tiger never changes his stripes. I'll tell you what, Mr. Steiner: I'm going to do you a favor. Next week, you'll have the opportunity to back up your big talk in the main event when Scott Steiner collides once again with Rick Rude for the UWF Intercontinental Championship, and the nWo will be banned from ringside! Good luck.
Drake turns and leaves as the fans actually pop over the announcement, anticipating the violence to come.
The cameras fade in to somewhere located away from the arena, what looks to be a grand theatre. Once it is seen what is set up though, there’s almost a feeling of deja vu as, standing alongside a table hosting a few golden statues of The Miz standing in the Oscar statue pose, is the man himself, The A-Lister, The Miz.
He has a large smile on his face, as it is clear that from last year, the production value that he was able to put into this is a lot higher, as there’s now what looks to be just a straight up full awards show set, complete with the podium in front, and a giant screen hanging overhead which the camera zooms out to see that the award show name, just like most others, is on the screen, but before it can be solely revealed by the camera, The Miz is finally ready to speak!
Miz: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME! WELCOME, TO THE SECOND ANNUAL UWF MIZZY AWARDS!!!”
While the crowd in the actual arena aren’t too sure what to make of these “illustrious” awards returning, the applause coming from somewhere in the backstage, as stock as it sounds, definitely are approving of their return.
Miz: “Now last year, there was a bit of a...hiccup, with the awards, in which I got interrupted by not only the greatest wife, but also the greatest soon-to-be mother of TWO, Maryse. But right now, she is home back in our house Hollywood, so I am completely free to host these illustrious awards once more! Now then, without further adieu, why don’t we get right into our first award!”
Miz steps aside and the camera fades in to just showing the screen, with a distinctly female voiceover narrating what is seen on screen, a voice that specifically would be recognized by those in the crowd…
”The Most Shocking Moment of The Year”
The screen then begins fading into different moments of last year, alongside their crowd reactions until finally, it settles, the screen reading “and the nominees are…”
“Jimmy Jacobs stabs Kevin Steen: Cage of Death, Wrestlemania”
The grisly, black-and-white image of the screwdriver being driven right into the gut of Steen, blood being coughed up in a picture-perfect shot.
“Rick Rude wins the Intercontinental Championship: Summerslam”
A more lively image, this of Rude clutching the IC Title after Summerslam, Miz looking on in horror at having lost his title.
“Jimmy Jacobs is axed: Summerslam”
Another black-and-white image, this time on the other end of the so-called spectrum, as Vinny Marseglia has his axe buried deep into the stomach of Jimmy Jacobs, the wound, if colorized, would show the ludicrous amounts of blood pouring out of there, only being limited by the axe staying in place.
The screen then fades back to Miz, standing at the podium with Mizzy award in hand.
Miz: “Now, between those three major options, it was definitely a close call in the votes, but I am happy to say that the winner is…..”
Miz takes the envelope sitting on stage, and opens it up, eyes widening in feigned shock as he would already know who is winning.
Miz: “Jimmy Jacobs getting axed! Could you come collect your award, either Jacobs or Vinny Marseglia?”
Miz stands with the Mizzy in hand, the stock audience still clapping appropriately but dying out finally as those in the actual crowd are confused as to what the agenda behind all of this truly is.
After a few moments, it is obvious that nobody is coming to claim the award, and disappointment crosses Miz’s face.
Miz: “Well, it seems to be obvious that neither man bothered to actually show up to this ILLUSTRIOUS event, but I’m SURE that they both have busy schedules, so the academy will be holding on to this award until one of them opt to claim it. Either way, we move onto another debuting award!”
”Biggest Rising Star”
Before the screen comes in, Miz seems to wave it off.
Miz: “Now, as a brief explanation: Biggest Rising Star is to go to those who debuted within the UWF in the past year, and are still in the UWF to this day. These are the people who I, personally, could believe that if I wasn’t already on the roster, could become UWF Champion someday. So, without further adieu, let’s get to the nominees.”
Finally, the screen zooms in, again the screen reading “and the nominees are…”
Scott Steiner
The shot of Steiner holding the European Championship up after destroying Billy Gunn on Resistance is showcased, his theme song playing for a few seconds as the fans in the crowd boo this.
Velveteen Dream
The booing only intensifies as we get treated to the shot of Velveteen Dream raising the European Championship at Summerslam after winning it in the battle royal, before fading in to him nowadays, Prime Time Championship in hand.
Tomasso Ciampa
The jeering seems to go nuclear when HIS name is brought up, the image showing PROJECT: CIAMPA being hit onto Triple H just a few weeks ago, and then said PROJECT: CIAMPA folder being held up by the man himself.
Aleister Black
The booing seems to subside, but not fully fade away even as the unseen audience is clapping for each of these nominees, Aleister holding the Television Championship after defeating Drew Gulak for it.
The screen then comes back to Miz, who is smiling, looking up at the screen. Envelope and Mizzy already in his hands.
Miz: “Wow, did all four of those men leave impacts on the UWF or what? I mean, three of the four have held championship gold, and the other defeated a so-called major main eventer in King Nothing, but sadly only one of these men can win…”
Miz opens the envelope, and again has the fakest amount of surprise on him as he looks it over with a forced double take.
Miz: “Even I don’t believe it! In an upset, the UWF’s Biggest Rising Star is Aleister Black!”
There is a collective sigh of relief in the crowd that it wasn’t Ciampa, especially after aligning with Johnny Gargano in the Rumble match, but they still are mixed on the winner of the award. Again, though, there is nobody coming to collect.
Miz: “Well, to be blunt, I don’t believe that Aleister Black or his NSDS partner will be showing up to claim their award, especially after the disappointing performance they had in the Royal Rumble and the lack to make up on their deal with me to at least last long enough to be able to work with the A-Lister in eliminating the nWo, Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc, whatever they call themselves, so the academy, once again, will withhold the award until someone comes to claim it.”
Miz, like he did with the other one, hands it off to an off-screen assistant, only their hand being visible, and it’s...nobody special, actually. Either way, Miz continues on after handing off the award.
Miz: “Now, we have the third-to-last award here tonight, it is The Fallen Star award. Now, this specifically goes out to the man who fell the hardest within the UWF this past year.”
”The Fallen Star Award.”
And the nominees are…
Samoa Joe
The clip shown of Joe is not a great one, as he is seen being attacked by both Kenny Omega and Billy Gunn on an episode of Resistance, then fading in to him having lost the UWF International Championship to Kenny Omega.
Triple H
Here is where the crowd are absolutely fed up with this, booing Miz nearly out of the building even with the off-screen audience applauding his nomination, as it shows him at the Royal Rumble, shoulder popped out of place and King Nothing almost on the verge of tears trying to pop it back in.
Jay White
A very modest amount of fans boo this nomination, as most of the others have forgotten him even being in the fed. An accurate summary of his time in the UWF.
The feed comes back to Miz, looking over the remaining three awards.
Miz: “Well, all three of those men have fallen pretty hard, but who fell the hardest? Why, let’s find out!”
Miz opens up the envelope, and a look of disappointment comes across his face.
Miz: “Oh. The winner is Jay White...I mean, I don’t entirely agree with it, especially after seeing that Triple H got shot after shot at Larry Sweeney and continuously failed, and then failed in the Royal Rumble with your’s truly eliminating him and ending his hopes for the night exactly in the way that it should have happened on the Revolution prior to the Rumble...but eh, I guess Jay White makes sense. I mean, who even was he again?”
Miz just tosses the award to the side, the assistant catching it, and he clears his throat and moves on.
Miz: “Alright, the semi-main event in regards to these awards. Returning from last year, it is…”
”The Biggest Loser Award!”
Miz: “Now, I know what you are thinking. Isn’t this the same as the Fallen Star award? No, actually, this award is reserved for those who, in general, failed the absolute hardest over the past year, regardless of if they actually were a star or not!”
And the nominees are…
Matt Sydal
The clip of him jumping off the barricade to the steps from the Rumble is played, only for him to then be eliminated moments later in a (somewhat obvious) cut of the match highlights.
Edge
From Revolution, the absolute beatdown that ensued in his match against Miz, resulting in the Skull Crushing Finale that put him away.
Triple H
Again from the Royal Rumble, this time showing Miz eliminating him from the match.
Vinny Marseglia
More specifically, this is a collection of clips. First, his one-on-one match with Miz, resulting in the roll-up victory for Miz. Then Backlash, where he is taken down by The Hired Gunns, and then Survivor Series where Miz is fighting him off.
Miz: “Wow, all of these men deserve that award, if I’m being honest. I mean, it was definitely a tough call for the committee, but the results for it are in and…”
Miz opens the envelope, and for a brief second a smile is on his face, gleaming at the result before almost too-excitedly grabbing the Mizzy.
Miz: “THE WINNER IS VINNY MARSEGLIA!”
The fans erupt in a mixture of cheers and boos, some seeing the obvious ploy while others see it as a take that to the Horror King.
Miz: “And I know I KNOW, he won the Rumble match, how can he be here?!
Well, there is one...very specific reason. He, has NEVER, beaten me. Not even in the Rumble could he get the job done! So let that hang over you, you C-grade spook! The Miz is still, and always will be, better than you! So go enjoy that Wrestlemania main event, I don’t care, once I come for that title when and if you hopefully beat that cancer Larry Sweeney it is going to be all over for your title reign anyways, and I’ll give you some payback for that little jump scare you pulled on me when you came in the Rumble match!”
Miz then clears his throat, handing the award over silently to the assistant as the crowd in attendance are fully booing Miz now, all of them seeing the clear cheap shot he used that award for.
Miz: “Finally, the big one...this is the one for all the marbles, as it were...it is…..”
The UWF Superstar of the Year!!!
With no time to waste, the feed seems to be ready to go right into the view, but before any nominees are revealed…
Miz: “WAIT, WAIT, TIME OUT! Look, we don’t NEED to go over the nominees because it is obvious! It is 100% obvious who the UWF superstar of the year is, and it is ME! The Miz! Oh I am so happy to receive this award!”
Miz rips open the envelope, and a big crocodile grin is on his face as the paper reads THE MIZ in big, bold lettering. He takes the award, and does a victory lap of sort as the rest of the crowd are booing him nearly out of the building.
Miz: “Firstly, I would like to thank the academy of Mizzys for giving me this most illustrious award, secondly I would like to give thanks to Chris Jericho for being such a fantastic friend of mine and helping me through the tough times I had over the year, and thirdly I would like to give thanks to all of you, yes you at home watching this all, as without you all...well, there simply wouldn’t be a Mizzys! Thank you! Thank you all!”
As Miz is still ecstatic at receiving his award, the fans are just having none of it, Miz not even out in the ring and some of them are throwing trash into the ring, a chant of “THESE WERE RIGGED!” ringing out in the audience but even if they were, Miz doesn’t care as he holds the award, the screen going elsewhere after a few seconds…
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Television Championship! Introducing the challenger...
”IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, GUILLOTINE, YAH!
As the theme hits, the fans immediately know who and what’s coming as Jonah Rock wastes no time arriving from the back and starting his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Adelaide, South Australia. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds. Jonah...Rock!
Jonah arrives at the bottom of the ramp and enters the ring. He’s ready for war.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights fade to black as the beginning of Out of the Black by Royal Blood breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron.
The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.
Aleister begins rising from the mist, stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland. He is the Television Champion... Aleister... Black!
He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner. He then takes off his championship belt and hands it to an official outside.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Jonah immediately goes on the offensive as he punches Black in the throat, connecting flush with the Adam’s apple as Black is rocked backward and is now holding where he was struck and coughing. Rock takes advantage of his opponent’s open mouth and sticks his pointer finger from his right hand in there, fish hooking the Television Champion and pulling him to the side.
At the same time, he kicks the side of Black’s ankle as the leg gives and the combination of that and the being fish hooked results in him being put forcefully and sort of awkwardly to the mat. As Black hits the mat, Jonah backs away before charging him and leaping up, landing on him with an impactful running senton.
Rock is up to his feet soon after as he grabs the ropes and uses them to step up before coming down, straightening his body as he lands as he connects with the Slingshot Splash. Jonah goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
Black gets the shoulder up as Jonah gets to his feet and creates some distance between them. As Black sits up, Jonah walks over quickly and hits him in the top of the head with a stiff elbow shot. He continues to rain down upon his opponent with several more dropped in rapid and brutalizing succession, connecting with various areas of the head, before grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and pulling up as he puts his other hand on Black’s chest and pushes as the defending champ is again put on his back.
Jonah begins kicking Black in the side a few times before grabbing the ropes and connecting with another Slingshot Splash, this time making sure to land so that his knees are driven into the upper body of his opponent. As Black sits up holding his upper body in pain, Jonah guides him to his feet and scoops him up so that he’s holding him horizontally as he curls him upward before falling forward, driving him forcefully against the mat with the Strong Slam!
After impact, he hooks the leg and goes for the cover again.
ONE!
NO!
Aleister gets the shoulder up again as, just like before, Jonah gets up and creates some distance. This time though he doesn’t wait for Black to get up as he goes for a running senton but Black rolls out of the way and Jonah hits nothing but mat. As Jonah gets up, Aleister is to his feet as he goes for a bicycle kick but Jonah steps into it in a way that avoids the kick and allows him to hoist Black up into powerbomb position as he powerbombs him into the nearest corner.
Tom Phillips: Jonah Rock proving to be quite the powerhouse in this exchange!
Mauro Ranallo: What better way to come back into the fold than beating one of the most feared titleholders, guys?Jonah may do just that.
Corey Graves: Where’s WALTER when you need him?
In the ring, Jonah puts one hand under each of Black’s arms and in one swift motion, picks him up and sets him on his feet, headbutting him once he gets there as Aleister staggers back into the corner. Jonah heads over and grabs Black as he begins his ascent to the top turnbuckle, bringing his opponent with him. Once they’re in the high rent district, Jonah hooks his arm around Black’s head and puts Black’s arm where it needs to be as he launches backward and brings the Television Champion crashing down with a Superplex!
Rock gets to his feet, taking a breather before going for his next bit of offense, as Black sits up and crosses his legs, looking at Jonah with a bothered expression.
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo : Jonah’s angered the champ!
Corey Graves: Nice knowing you, kid!
Jonah goes to attack Aleister as he gets up but Black is up quickly enough to smack his arm away and follow up with a devastating Knee Strike that connects flush with the nose as Rock is sent staggering backward into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, the champ connects with a thunderous Big Boot that puts Jonah on the mat as he leaps up and follows with a Double Foot Stomp to the upper body.
Rock sits up groggily as Aleister grabs him and guides him to a vertical base, hitting him with a Chest Kick that sends him toward the ropes on the opposite side of the stage. Black heads to the opposite ropes and launches himself at Jonah but the big man goes low and uses Black’s momentum to send him up and over the top rope. Unbeknownst to Jonah, Black lands on the apron and as Rock turns around, Aleister uses the top rope to launch himself into the ring and bring his opponent down with a Meteora!
Black goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
Jonah manages to kick out as Aleister gets up and creates some distance between them. The challenger gets to his feet laughing at the champion as Black charges and takes out his footing with a Kitchen Sink, leaving Jonah in a seated position. Black turns and immediately kicks him in the back of the head, before pulling him backward and slamming his head against the mat and then following up with a knee drop to the face.
Black grabs Jonah’s wrists and drags him close to the nearest corner, sitting him up as he slumps over due to daze. Aleister now climbs up to the top rope and stands, yelling, ”How’s this for a Guillotine?” before leaping off and connecting with a Double Foot Stomp onto the slouched over body of Jonah Rock!
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Aleister Black may have just severed the spine of his opponent on that landing!
Mauro Ranallo: If this was a Mortal Kombat fight, we would’ve surely just seen Jonah’s skeletal system crack!
Corey Graves: I mean it took a few months for them to arrest Marty Scurll for what he did so surely the Television Champion can get away with murder, right?
In the ring, Jonah remains slumped over with his arms outstretched forward and his forehead to the mat. Aleister looks at this as he walks over and guides Jonah back up to where he’s sitting up straight before pushing him as he flops over onto his back. Black grabs his ankle and drags him away from the corner a bit before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
The fans in attendance can’t believe it. The commentators can’t believe it. But most of all, Aleister Black can’t believe it. At the last possible moment, Jonah has gotten the shoulder up. Black gets up, running his hands through his hair as he stands there in disbelief. Jonah puts his hands down at his sides as he starts to push off the mat, getting back to a sitting position.
As he starts climbing to his feet, Black throws a punch but Jonah ducks it and dives at the left leg of his opponent, taking it out as Black falls forward but puts his hands down to catch himself. Jonah gets up and kicks him in the side of the head to send him to the mat as he rolls over onto his back and as he’s left looking at the lights, Jonah goes after the bad leg again.
Tom Phillips: Jonah smells blood in the water!
Mauro Ranallo: I guess Aleister’s been protecting that leg, even when he was fighting with it, but Jonah’s putting a stop to that with a direct attack!
Corey Graves: I want to know how Jonah’s still able to move after that Double Foot Stomp he took! He’s a rare breed.
In the ring, Jonah has delivered several stomps to the leg as Aleister sits up clutching it in pain. Rock goes for a punch to the head but Black blocks it, pushing his arm away as he manages to climb to his feet. As he still has hold of Jonah’s fist, he swings his own arm around so that Jonah punches himself with his own fist. As Rock is dazed, Aleister goes for the Black Mass but Rock ducks it and as the two men turn so that they’re facing one another again, Jonah turns the champion inside out with a Burning Lariat!
The contender is feeling the adrenaline rush as he rolls Aleister over and goes to stand at his legs, as he leans down and grabs him, then lifts him straight from the mat to the height that he can lift and falls into a seated position, driving Black hard against the mat.
Tom Phillips: He just dead lifted the Television Champion into a sit-out powerbomb!
Mauro Ranallo: With their combined heights, that means Jonah lifted all two hundred plus of Aleister Black and dropped him from twelve feet up!
Corey Graves: Freakish resolve, inhuman stamina, monster strength! Getting this man was a huge coup for Revolution!
Jonah rolls out of the predicament and gets to his feet, noticeably winded from what just occurred as well as what’s gone down in this match. He points over to the ringside area where the Television Championship is and then points at himself, gesturing that it’s going around his waist. He heads over to Black and grabs one of his wrists and one of his ankles as he drags him toward the corner and angles him in the right position.
Jonah goes up top and leaps off, looking for the Monsta Splash but Black rolls out of the way and Rock hits nothing but canvas. As he pops back up, Aleister connects with the Black Mass as the contender goes down. However as Black goes for the cover, Rock rolls under the bottom rope and falls to the outside floor.
Tom Phillips: Maybe it’s instinct, maybe it’s strategy. Either way, you can’t get pinned out there.
Mauro Ranallo: That’s true but you can get counted out though so Jonah needs to be mindful of that regardless of why he’s out there.
Corey Graves: Might be the only way Black leaves with the championship tonight so if I’m him, I’d try to keep Jonah Rock on the outside as long as possible if not the full ten count.
Aleister exits the ring, restarting the count right as it begins, as the referee now begins to count both men out.
ONE!
Black grabs Jonah and starts guiding him upward.
TWO!
As he gets him halfway up, he turns and starts toward the ring post.
THREE!
Jonah is thrown shoulder first into the ring post, connecting with a sickening and audible impact.
FOUR!
As Jonah lies there holding his shoulder, Black climbs up onto the apron.
FIVE!
Jonah sits up still holding his shoulder and tries to will himself to his feet as Black is sizing him up.
SIX!
Jonah gets to a vertical base as he starts looking for his opponent.
SEVEN!
The challenger turns around gradually as Black is clearly anticipating it excitedly.
EIGHT!
As Jonah turns around, Aleister goes for a Diving Meteora but Jonah manages to dive into the ring to avoid it as Black’s knees collide hard with the outside floor!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Aleister Black’s knees may have just been shattered on that landing!
Black is writhing around on the outside floor as Jonah climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Tom Phillips: What’s he doing?
Completely throwing caution to the wind, Jonah leaps off and connects with the Monsta Splash on the outside!
Corey Graves: This guy’s out of his mind!
Tom Phillips: No guts, no glory, partner.
Mauro Ranallo: If they were inside the ring or this was Falls Count Anywhere, we might have a new champion right now!
Not long after impact, Jonah rolls off of and away from Black, holding his shoulder as the landing didn’t do him any favors. Meanwhile, Aleister is in a world of pain as he’s holding his abdomen with one hand and rubbing his bad leg with the other. The referee begins his count again.
ONE!
Both men start weakly getting to a seated position, Jonah still holding his shoulder and Black now holding his abdominal area with both hands.
TWO!
Both men are sitting up now as they shoot each other a glance, pain in their expression but also an unwavering intensity.
THREE!
Black grabs the ringside barricade and starts pulling himself upward as Jonah grabs the ring apron and starts to do the same.
FOUR!
Both men are gradually getting to their feet, their legs wobbling violently.
FIVE!
The champion gets to a vertical base but his bad leg buckles and he goes downward, resting on his forearm on the barricade.
SIX!
Jonah is now to a vertical base as well as he starts to climb onto the apron.
SEVEN!
Aleister straightens up and turns, putting weight on his bad leg as he starts hobbling towards the ring.
EIGHT!
Jonah manages to push up and swing his lower body up onto the apron as Black starts losing his balance but uses it to his advantage as he hobbles quickly and catches himself on the apron.
NINE!
Jonah and Aleister are forced to take a brief breather.
TE...
Before the, ‘n’ sound can leave the referee’s mouth, Jonah rolls into the ring as Aleister dives into it. Everyone watching is in disbelief that they made it as Jonah manages to kip up to his feet and Black is able to roll forward on top of his head and spring to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Wow! Where’d that come from?
Mauro Ranallo: We’re in the final stretch, gentlemen. Both champion and challenger are on their final reserve of energy.
Corey Graves: That’s too bad, I could watch these two slug it out all night!
The two men approach each other quickly and start throwing and landing punches at the same time. Black suddenly smacks one of Jonah’s punches away with his free hand though and hits him with a Chest Kick that sends him into the ropes. As Rock comes off the ropes, he goes for a Burning Lariat but Aleister manages to duck it and as Jonah turns after not connecting, the champion blasts him in the face with a Black Mass!
Jonah staggers after being hit but doesn’t go down as Aleister hits him with another Black Mass from the other side but Jonah just staggers the other way. Black lets him stagger to create some distance and charges but as he does, Jonah hits him in the face with a forearm strike. Rock grabs him and holds him in position for the Strong Slam but as he curls upward, he suddenly stops and brings Aleister down to where he was initially holding him.
Dizzily, he drops Aleister rather sloppily as he collapses, one foot on the mat and the knee on his other leg also to the mat. Black gets up and briefly takes time to behold the sight as he hits Jonah with yet another Black Mass, taking him completely to the mat this time. Aleister makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the Television Champion, Aleister....Black!
Aleister gets up, looking down at Jonah as the referee brings him his Television Championship and raises his arm.
Tom Phillips: Well when Aleister Black made that open challenge, I don’t think he knew just how much he was biting off.
Mauro Ranallo: What a showing from Jonah Rock. It took three Black Mass kicks to finally put him down. Three!
Corey Graves: The future’s bright for both of these competitors if they keep things up. Revolution can certainly benefit from a hungry up-and-comer like Jonah and a champion like Black.
As Black celebrates his victory, Revolution continues.
The performance center of the UWF, one of the many rings in the training area of the facility. That is where Kevin Steen practices, running the ropes like he hasn’t missed a day of “work”. The only sounds being heard are the shuffling of feet and pounding of the mat as various other UWF hopefuls work on their techniques, on their promo ability, or whatever else is needed. As for Steen, he isn’t sure why he is here as he continues to run the ropes, coming to a stop just to do a swift, crisp back bump that leaves a heavy thud in the airwaves. Approaching the ring is Renee Young, who just looks on for a few seconds at Steen, hard at work. After another back bump from Steen, he comes to a stop as he sees Renee looking on, the rest of the hopefuls seeming to have cleared the area.
Renee: “Why are you here, Kevin?”
Steen: “I could be asking you the same thing, I am trying to train here, since it’s not even been a week since I came back here, and you are here interrupting me.”
Renee: ”No, I’m serious Kevin, why are you here. Not training, I mean here, in the UWF. I mean, was getting stabbed not enough for you?”
Renee’s words cut deep, a bit too deep for Steen, but all he can muster is a sigh, rolling out of the ring and sitting on the apron.
Steen: ”Do you remember, what I had told you when I came back...the last time?”
A moment of no response gives Steen all he needs. He shifts, grabbing the bottom rope with both hands behind him, and seeming to rock back and forth.
Steen: ”Of course not...of course you wouldn’t.
I’ve seen what has gone on since I was gone, in between the surgery, the rehab, the time spent with family, I’ve been keeping up. Seeing what Larry Sweeney has done since I...well, you know.”
Steen lifts up his shirt, and reveals a scar, of course it coming from that match.
Steen: ”2 months. For 2 months, I was in the hospital day in, day out. Being monitored, at first being bed-ridden, and then having to get back into shape, always under watch...but it was the first time that I saw the scar, that is what left an impact. My family were gone for the day, and I was trying to get back into ring shape, and I just look into a mirror after finishing a set of bicep curls, and I just see this...this small scar. And I should know what it is, I should know why it is there...but it was just this reminder. And I nearly fainted, right then and there. I hadn’t seen my scar until then, and I just...lost it. I broke the mirror, threw the weight right at it and watched it shatter into a million tiny pieces.”
Steen looks away after that, chuckling. Renee though, doesn’t see the humor in it, instead just listening with intent.
Steen: ”Made me pay to replace the damn thing too, got nearly forty bucks out of me...but that’s besides the point. I’ve seen what has gone on in the UWF, and between watching the man who stabbed me get his karma in the form of an axe from Vinny Marseglia, to seeing the laughing stock of a UWF Champion we have running around with his goons like a villain off an old saturday morning cartoon...it didn’t make me sick, but it was just making me itch to return, you know? And finally, at Royal Rumble, I was able to scratch that itch for the first time in almost a year. And, just to set the record straight since people have been bombarding my twitter about it...what I did to the nWo wasn’t me saving Kenny Omega. I’m not Kenny Omega’s friend, and really I don’t have time for friends in this company...not anymore. I did what I did because I wanted to, and that’s that.”
Renee: ”So, you’re back because you got the itch to return? Sorry, Kevin, but that isn’t you. Come on, you’re alone here.”
Steen: ”You didn’t let me finish, Renee. Yes, I came back due to that itch, but that came months ago. I tried to put it off, focus on something else...took up a hobby, car models, actually. But over time, I just...I had to come back. I couldn’t think of anything else. So one day, I went to Owen and I told him ‘Owen, daddy’s got to go for a while. He has something to take care of. Tell your mother that I love her, and I’ll be back in a week or two.’ and just left. Whether he knew that this was the business I had to take care of or not, I’m not too sure. But once I talked to Ethan and Spud...Drake, whatever his name is now, about it, they actually seemed surprised that I wanted to come back.”
Renee: ”I mean, I would be too, considering what you went through. But how was dealing with Ethan? The two of us know that usually chats between the two of you go about as well as a political debate in the US.”
Steen: ”Actually, Renee, it was quite nice. I wouldn’t say that we buried the hatchet, but I feel like it was still a much better time than usual. I don’t know, he seemed on edge though, talking to me.”
Renee looks somewhat impressed with Steen, part of it in shock from how he usually would be, but the other part almost in respect for the assumption of him changing over the time he was gone. That hangs for a few seconds until..
Renee: ”So...then what was it you told me back then?”
Steen: ”Well, it is a bit fuzzy, but it went something along the lines of: I don’t want people to just remember Kevin Steen as the guy who Jimmy Jacobs stabbed at Wrestlemania, or the guy who lost to The Great Khali. When I came back last time, I tried to make a difference, but this time…”
Steen trails off at the end, unsure how to continue himself.
Renee: ”What about this time? You finally able to answer why you came back?”
Steen: ”What else can I do? I’ve been doing this nearly 20 years, Renee, I just need something and here...here is the place that gives me what I want, and what I want is to fight. Fight until my body finally breaks down from the years of bruises and bumps.”
Steen doesn’t give Renee the chance to respond as he gets off the apron, landing on his feet and brushing past, heading straight for the door without second thoughts. He doesn’t even give a look back towards her as he goes through the doors, leaving Renee alone as the feed carries on…
The scene opens to see a Black Rose on a screen. It burns, and withers up. The flame even has no colour. Just a white in the monotone scene. As it shall remain forever.
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Adrian Neville: “Burning… dying… withering… like a rose. A man like Kevin Steen would be. In age, not old, experience? A veteran. Yet withering and deteriorating. Sad, in truth. But a man like that, what more would you expect. Appear with intentions that failed, only to prove the unreliability.”
“Pathetic, and pointless. Just like a burning rose. An image, but not a purpose. A man, yet no fight left in him. A relentless destroyer of men, that’s what he used to be. In the past… as he should’ve stayed. A kind memory he should’ve remained. But for the Black Rose is here, and that kind memory shall be smeared across the surface of this tainted company.”
“Look at the men in charge. Biased. Look at the men at the bottom. Fickle. For if Austin was in charge, we’d all be in a better situation. Mr Maverick on the other hand? Is nothing more than a blind bat. A code in the system so blind to who he truly is, and who is around him. A new order? We are the only one that matters.”
The camera cuts to Neville in a dark room. He looks dead into the camera, with imposing figure.
“Wish a new order, for this will be the only time you’ll be able to create one. Know what we control, and for a clique of idiots, is very much on the radar of me and the cause. Mystery contrives us, and anarchy will be left in our way. It all starts tonight.”
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The crowd come near unglued as Kevin Steen begins walking out, a swagger in each and every step he takes that just reads to both his opponent and those in the crowd that whoever is unlucky enough to face him is going to get destroyed, and the fans are loving it, chanting out “KILL STEEN KILL!” as he makes his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Marieville, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 240 lbs, Kevin Steen!
As the fans continue to chant on, Steen gets to the steel steps and takes each one slowly, taking his time to get up to the apron and entering the ring, the same expression on his face as with all of his matches. He climbs up the steel steps one at a time, then finally getting into the ring, full focus on the match at-hand.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The song “Fine Again” by Seether blasts into the arena and it falls into practical darkness. The lyrics ring out and the depressing tone continues to play throughout the arena. The images of the titanton play out and the arena prepares for an arrival.
“AND I AM AWARE NOW,
HOW EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE,
ONE DAY TOO LATE,
I’M IN HELL”
As the guitar hits in Adrian Neville drifts through the curtain, methodically walking down the ramp. He has no special entrance attire, just his wrestling gear. He walks to the rhythm of his music and doesn’t make eye contact with anything.
Tony Chimel: “Weighing in tonight at 194lbs, from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, “The Black Rose” Adrian Neville!”
Neville gets down to the ring, and then turns to walk around the ring before getting into it. Neville then rolls into the ring, and puts his foot up on the ropes and then leans forward to taunt the crowd.
Neville then gets down off the ropes and heads into the corner awaiting the match to begin. He then settles down and squats down to the bottom turnbuckle.
DING DING!
That bell rings and Steen simply stomps right across the ring with that classic "KILL STEEN KILL!" chant washing over the ring. Kevin tries to tie up with Neville, but as he goes for the grapple the nimble-footed Brit spins into a kick to the gut that has Steen lean right into a back elbow that catches him flush on the jaw and sends him staggering backward. Neville then takes a run at the bigger man and jumps, connecting flush with a dropkick to the chest that sends Steen back into the ropes. As Steen rebounds, Neville kicks the leg out from under him, then traps him in a quick heel hook! Steen is caught by surprise and suffers for a few moments in the hold before pulling back his other leg and booting Neville right in the face, forcing the Black Rose to release the hold as he rolls away, gets to his feet and spits. Steen is up fairly quickly, as well, but Neville beats him there and charges, attempting a step-up enzuigiri! Steen, however, deflects the kick with one hand and as Neville flops onto the canvas, the longest-reigning world champion in UWF history leaps into the air and crushes him with a quick senton! Steen stays on top for the cover.
1...
...NO!
Tom Phillips: A quick counter into a senton there and Kevin Steen gets a one-count on the first pinfall attempt of the match.
Mauro Ranallo: Adrian Neville, moments ago, had Kevin Steen in a heel hook and he may have betrayed his strategy early on. If he is indeed targetting the leg of the former champion, that's brilliant. Steen will have a hard time fighting if he hasn't got a leg he can stand on.
Corey Graves: Mamma mia, Mauro, I've actually missed having your observations on this desk! It's music to my ears after months of listening to Phillips' vapid commentary.
Steen pulls Neville up to his feet and ties him up, then drives him back into a corner. When he gets him there, Steen grabs Neville by the jaw and props his head up as he cocks back a fist and straight up slugs him in the face. The fans "ooh!" as the meaty blow lands with a loud pop, and Steen then steps back to the corner opposite his foe as Neville is shaken by the blow, then charges him looking for a splash! Neville, however, stumbles out of the corner to the side and Steen collides with the turnbuckles before the Brit Irish whips Steen into the opposite corner, then charges in and connects with a European uppercut! As Steen eats that blow, Neville brings him out of the corner in a side headlock and performs a simple hip toss before going for a cover of his own.
1...
...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: These two men trying to make quick work of one another here and I think it's because they are both well aware of what the other is capable of doing if this match goes long.
Corey Graves: It's been a long while since Adrian Neville was last seen here in the UWF, but I remember his heyday on Thunder as one of the very few men who, with men, could take the fight to the Cartel. If he's one half the man he was then, Steen has an opponent he'd pay dearly to underestimate.
Neville pulls Steen to his feet and then grabs his wrist and slips his head in under the arm, lifting him up and over for a slam. Steen's spine bounces off the ring but Neville allows no separation as he keeps the arm locked up, then starts smacking Steen upside the head. The fans hit the Black Rose with some heat over that, but the blows that were intended to take the wind out of Steen's sails instead only fuel him with something approximating anger as he pushes up to his feet and pulls Neville into a forearm to the face. The Brit reels, but as Steen closes the gap to punish him, Neville spins into a kick to the leg he had isolated earlier and the big man goes down to the canvas. As Steen quickly tries to recover, Neville hits the ropes and by the time the Canadian is up, albeit doubled over, Neville hoofs him in the side of the head and he stumbles toward the ropes! Steen balances himself on the top rope as he shakes his head, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Neville charges right at him, but this time, Steen steps up as Neville leaps at him and catches him, then spins him into the Go Home Driver! The fans pop at this as Steen hooks the leg.
Tom Phillips: What a counter by Kevin Steen!
1...
2...
...NO!
Neville gets the shoulder up and the fans collectively "oh!" at this. Steen simply sits up and nods, muttering, "OK." Then he gets to his feet and hauls Neville up to his own, but as he does, Neville grabs him on either side of the head and drops down with a sitout facebuster! Steen's body lifts off the canvas and he falls to the side, cradling his chin. As the fans buzz and the official contemplates starting a count on the two men, Neville kips up!
Mauro Ranallo: Adrian Neville has found a second gear after that devastating Go Home Driver!
Neville starts lining up Steen as he fights to one knee, waiting for the Canadian to find his feet. Eventually, Kevin does and Neville charges, kicking him square in the chest with both boots! Steen falls through the ropes to the outside and Neville gets right back to his feet. As the Canadian slowly lumbers to his vertical base, Neville runs the ropes opposite and then flips right over the top rope into a corkscrew suicide plancha that takes Steen to the floor! The fans actually pop at the athletic maneuver, in spite of their general dislike for the man who executed it. Neville gets to his feet and pulls Steen up to his own, then rolls him into the ring before climbing up onto the apron and pointing to the corner. The fans pop at this, but as they do, Neville laughs and thumbs his nose at them before grabbing the top rope, leaping up onto it, and moonsaulting his way down onto Steen! Neville stays on top for the cover.
1...
2...
...NO!
The fans pop as Steen gets his shoulder up. Neville seems annoyed, but not particularly surprised.
Corey Graves: Kevin Steen, "Mr. Wrestling" himself, is tough as nails. Look at the punishment he has withstood. He's just plain refusing to be kept down for a three-count.
The Black Rose pulls Steen to his feet, but as he does, Steen shoves him away. Neville charges and leaps up onto his shoulders to attempt a frankensteiner, but Steen stops the downward momentum by planting his feet and then deadlifts Neville's weight before running to the corner and powerbombing him into the top turnbuckle! Neville slides down to a seated position in the corner as Steen stumbles to the corner opposite, the fans chanting "KILL STEEN KILL!" Kevin gives his head a shake, wipes the sweat from his face, takes one good look at his enemy and then charges in and hits the cannonball!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Adrian Neville flattened by a cannonball! This could be the end!
Steen grabs Neville by one ankle and drags him out of the corner, the fans still chanting for him. He turns and steps between the legs, then starts positioning Neville for the Sharpshooter, but before he can turn him over Neville pulls him in and rolls him up! The fans start to boo almost immediately as the official falls in for the count!
1...
2...
...NO!
Tom Phillips: 2 and 3/4 there on the cheeky rollup!
Neville gets to his feet quickly, but so does Steen. The Black Rose rushes in and leaps, this time successful in hitting the running hurricanrana takedown! Steen lands seated and Neville hits the ropes in front of him, then comes back with a basement dropkick to the face! The fans are booing loudly now as Neville rolls out under the rope and onto the apron, then starts climbing up top!
Corey Graves: The end is near for Mr. Wrestling! The Black Rose is loading his bow...
Neville starts to perform his taunt, but as he does, Steen surges to life and leaps at him, grabbing the foot and ripping him down so he lands on his tailbone on the top turnbuckle! Neville cries out in pain as Steen climbs up to the second rope and grabs him in a clutch, then hits a superplex from the top rope! The fans pop for this, but neither man is moving and the official starts a count, reaching six before any signs of life are evident. It's at this point that Steen manages to drag himself to the ropes and starts using them to get to his feet. Neville reaches a corner at around the same time, and both men are vertical before either of them acts. It's then that Neville charges at Steen, but Mr. Wrestling stumbles away from the ropes and pops him up, then hits the Pop-up Powerbomb, sitting out for the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: Pop-up powerbomb! That's got to be it!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, "Mr. Wrestling,"
KEVIN STEEN!
Tom Phillips: A huge momentum boost for the returning longest-reigning world champion in UWF history as Mr. Wrestling himself gets a win over the Black Rose Adrian Neville!
Mauro Ranallo: This match had everything. Power moves. Acrobatics. Plenty of back-and-forth action but in the end, Kevin Steen just outlasted his opponent for a win.
Corey Graves: As much as can be said for Steen getting the W here, the Black Rose still looked very good in defeat. He was just moments away from sealing the deal with a Black Arrow. Maybe next time!
The fans are chanting "KILL STEEN KILL!" as the Canuck gets to his feet and paces back and forth, clearly hyped from his victory. Neville rolls out of the ring to regroup with Nigel McGuinness, who has made his way down from the back, and the two stare angrily at Steen as the feed moves along.
The cameras shift backstage once again, as Charly Caruso is seen standing by in the stock standard Revolution interview area.
Charly: ”Hello everyone this is Charly Caruso currently standing by alongside The Miz-”
Before she can continue, the camera pans out to show Miz standing next to her, hand right in front of her face, and the other guiding her hand carrying the microphone to his face.
Miz: ”Actually, Charly, that is The UWF’s A-Lister and Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History, The Miz, thank you very much.”
Miz retracts the hand, and Charly just rolls her eyes at his interruption.
Charly: ”Right...anyways, Miz. I wanted to ask you what your plans were now heading into Wrestlemania, after your prediction of winning the Royal Rumble match failed to pan out. I mean, another loss like that must have been devastating for you, no?”
Miz: ”Charly, last night wasn’t a loss for The Miz. No, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Sure, I didn’t WIN the Royal Rumble match like I had guaranteed, but you always gotta look at the positives, and when it comes to my Sunday night performance, I can say that, without a doubt, I was one of the top performers in that Royal Rumble match. I had to go into that match with no allies, Aleister Black not holding up his end of the deal and instead faltering, and Chris Jericho being so wrongfully teamed up on! I mean, a complete travesty, but I see why it was done. They had to take out the biggest threat, and the men in the ring knew that if Jericho ‘woke up’, they were all going to be in trouble, especially for when I’d come out.
As for my performance, I mean what exactly do you want me to say? We all saw that footage, and I scored not just one, but TWO major eliminations, AND in actuality should have gotten the assist for that elimination on Kevin Nash since it was me who distracted him enough for Janela to realize his place in the match and take out Nash and himself to make my night easier. But outside of me living to my promise of making sure it was anybody not in the nWo who won the Rumble, I FINALLY, after almost a full year, got my revenge on that so-called Swiss Superman Cesaro, who really did make like Superman and flew! He flew straight over that top rope, that is!”
Miz has himself a hell of a laugh at saying that, the people in attendance booing as it seems Miz has gone back to his ‘roots’, so to speak.
Miz: “Oh, but that wasn’t all Charly! After all the talk, all the buildup, all of the unnecessary chatter coming from him about me just being some annoyance, I got my revenge for the stunt he pulled in that battle royal on Revolution! I ELIMINATED Triple H, and hopefully after the boot to his shoulder it won’t just be an elimination from that match, but one from the entire UWF roster! And if he is gone, then I just got one thing to say…
THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING, THE KING…..OF AWESOME!”
Miz again begins laughing rather loudly, as Charly retracts the microphone he continues on, but drowned out by the sound crew in the back, lowering him so she can still speak.
Charly: ”Alright, but what about your elimination from said Royal Rumble match at the hands of The Velveteen Dream? He does have the Prime Time Championship which he is defending tonight, and if he wins against Jey Uso, that will guarantee him a shot at the Intercontinental Championship, which is still held by the man who beat you, Rick Rud-”
As Charly has been talking, Miz has slowly stopped laughing and lost the smile that was on his face, and once Rude is brought up, Miz snatches away the microphone.
Miz: ”Why, in the hell, should I give any care to Velveteen Dream?! So he could go on to face Rick Rude for the Intercontinental Championship, so what? Just because Rude held the Intercontinental Championship longer than me doesn’t make him a better champion than I was! I at least DEFENDED my championship regularly! And as for Velveteen Dream, let me just say this to you, kid. You got LUCKY, that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t toss me over the top rope, NOBODY in fact, tossed me over the top rope. I slipped, all that happened during that big boot was that The Miz slipped! That is what happened, end of discussion.”
The fans are completely against Miz now, booing him heavily as he turns his head towards where the gorilla position would be located, but also angled upwards as if talking to the crowd themselves.
Miz: ”I SAID END OF DISCUSSION!”
The direct address to them from Miz only gets them even hotter against him, but he pays no mind turning back to Charly Caruso.
Miz: ”You know who I do care about though? The so-called Horror King, Vinny Marseglia, because when I saw from the back that he won the Royal Rumble...I’ll admit, for a small, miniscule second...I was jealous. I was jealous of him being the winner, since it should have been me had I not slipped over the top rope...but then, it hit me. Oh sure, he won the Royal Rumble...but what exactly does that change? All it makes him is a fake king with a title shot, I’m still better than him! He still hasn’t beaten me, whether it be one-on-one, in a tag match, in the Royal Rumble, it has always been me who got the last laugh!”
Miz takes a quick breath in, chuckling to himself as a small grin comes onto his face.
Miz: ”You know what Vinny Marseglia is, Charly?”
Charly: ”Well, outside of The Horror King, the King of the Ring winner, the Royal Rumble winner...what is he?”
Miz: ”He’s like Bird Box...you remember that movie, right? The critics seemed to be unable to get enough of it, it was hyped up to hell and back and then back to hell again as it seems it couldn’t be advertised enough! It was on the radio, all over the news, on TV stations across the country...but then it comes out and just...sucks. It’s like Vinny Marseglia. He is hyped up, oh he’s the Horror King, he is the KOTR winner, the Royal Rumble winner! He is hyped up beyond all belief to be the end-all, be-all! But then, when it comes time for him to face off against me...well, he just sucks. He has no answers for me, I’m like his kryptonite!”
Miz tonight seems to be almost mad man-like with the amount of laughter he has “gifted” to the UWF Universe, which they respond with in kind by booing him relentlessly, a massive change from the brief period where they cheered him. Suddenly, a gleam is shown from his eyes as an idea pops into his head. The laughter ceasing, but the smile continuing on, he takes the microphone for himself and steps away from Caruso, the camera focused on him.
Miz: ”So, Vinny...I have a proposition for you, a challenge...you and me, one on one. Mano y mano, king...versus king. You want your revenge over me, and I want to make a statement: the not-so-bold, as it is factual claim that I am the one who, had it not been for a single slip, would have won the Royal Rumble. And I’m not asking for you to put your title shot on the line or anything like that, no...I just want to give you the chance to try and shut me up, try to be fair to the Horror King. So Vinny, what shall it be? COME ON, I’M RIGHT HERE!”
Miz stands there, waiting for a response while looking around, and after a few minutes he breaks into a full toothy grin, shaking his head whilst putting his hand onto his forehead. After a few seconds, he walks back to Charly.
Miz: ”You see Charly? Nothing, not even a peep from The Horror King. In the words of that laughingstock of a former European Champion, Vinny Marseglia KNOWS he can’t beat me, and is not even going to try! So then-”
Miz spins in place to perfectly be facing the camera.
Miz: ”I want you all to remember this day, the day that Vinny Marseglia came to his senses, and recognized who the true king of the UWF is...and when the day comes, because it WILL come, that I am the man holding that UWF Championship, you will all be on your knees, to pay homage to the TRUE king of the UWF, KINNNNGGGGG…..AAAAAWWWWWEEEEESSSSSOOOOOMMMMMEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!”
With that, Miz hands the microphone back over to Caruso and walks off, a smile plastered on his face out of pride for what he has supposedly done, the cameras going elsewhere…
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic (that cool new one) to a feed from somewhere backstage. The screen atypically broadcasts the scene in a grainy black-and-white. This upsets the fans. They know what it means. It’s quickly clear that they’re seeing the nWo’s backstage “clubhouse”, with all members of the nefarious faction present and accounted for, save the notable exception of Edge. A few are sitting around a table, slammin’ cold ones, while others are lounging about casually or throwing darts at a board with a picture of Stone Cold Steve Austin taped on it. Notable are all the UWF title belts around the room. That said, they looker kinda… bored.
Larry Sweeney leans back in his chair, puffing a cigar with a world title belt draped over either shoulder. He coughs up a lungfull before tossing the cigar in the trash..
Sweeney: Ugh! Disgusting! Are ya kiddin’ me with that? I tell ya boys, these Argentinians don’t know a God damn thing about rollin’ a cigar! It’s like suckin’ on a tail pipe! Blegh!
He turns his head and spits on the floor. Nearby, Kyle walks over to collect his darts from the board. He’s managed to land all three of his throws in Stone Cold’s picture eyes with disturbing accuracy. The Diabetic Dragon says something about Austin under his breath that nobody else hears, but surely it isn’t good. His little smirk afterward indicates as much. The boy spends too much time in his own head.
Sweeney: I’m not even booked tonight, but here I am, tryin’ to be the world champion this company needs, and they don’t even have a segment for me? Kenny Omega got a whole freakin’ celebration party when he won his title. Where’s my pomp and circumstance? How come these Argentinian peasants aren’t throwin’ me a fiesta? Ha! I’ll tell ya why! Cause this whole country’s run by bums! It’s a stretch to even call it a country! I’ve worked towns with more people than this whole nation calls citizens! It’s embarrassing, booking the UWF here. It’s a sham. And a shame. And good God almighty, am I bored out of my brain.
Nash: Can we talk about conspiracies for a moment? Like the one about how a guy the size of Janela, who’s like what 5’10? Weighs about a buck-twenty? How’d he get me to go over the rope? I think somebody loosened those ropes.
Christian swipes through his phone, his feet propped up against the cleared poker table.
Christian: But Larry, how could you be bored when we could go out and do some mountain trailing? Or look at a frozen glacier in Perito Moreno?... This sucks a big fat can of suckatude. You know your country’s in the dump when you have nothing to do. All I could find are some facts about the place. They like two things, farming, and soccer. This is the lame version of Brazil. I’d take Cinco De Mayo any day. Food, drinks, music, the women. They’d know how to party for a couple of champs like the nWo.
Nash: There was a song about Argentina...how did it go?
Kyle, without being asked, submits a fact of his own.
KO’R: There’s this guy from here named Robledo Puch but they call him “The Angel of Death” or “The Black Angel”. We’re talking eleven confirmed kills. We’re talking seventeen successful robberies. We’re talking two kidnappings, two thefts, one rape. I mean, yeah, sure obviously a monster, but a master of the craft to. Can’t take that away from him.
The boys aren’t really sure how to unpack any of that, so, after an eerie silence, continue their own conversation.
Bischoff: Well, we may not have won the Rumble, but we still have the tag team tournament. First round should be easy enough. Then, whoever wins between those other sets of guys that nobody really has even heard about, that will be another easy round...it’s almost like we’ve got a man on the inside who is making things a little bit easier for us, isn’t it?
Nash: I know a chick sang the song...it may have even been in a movie….gah, what was it?
Hall: I know what you mean, Easy E. What do you think is Drake’s plan? Seems like he’s an alright dude and everything, but can you ever really trust management?
Hall pulls out a cigar case and starts puffing on one to light it. He blows out an enormous cloud of smoke, which peaks Sweeney’s interest. Almost as if Sweeney is salivating. Hall offers one to Sweeney.
Hall: Cuban?
Christian: Dude! Where did you get Cubans? We’re, like, in Argentina!
Hall, Nash, Bischoff, Rude, and Sweeney turn to look at Christian. Kyle does the same after noticing that he’s the odd man out.
Hall: I was Razor Ramon, man. I’ve got connections.
Bischoff laughs.
Bischoff: I think we will be surprised at just how easy to work with Drake is going to be. Much better than Stone Cold ever was. He seems to think the same way that we do and seems to support our cause.
Taking a cigar generously offered by his new pal, Sweeney gives it the obligatory slide n’ sniff, cuts the tip like a Jewish doctor and lights ‘er up before indulging.
Sweeney: Ah! Now that’s the stuff! The powers that be strand us in some bush-league country nobody’s ever even heard of, but leave it the nWo to come in and make it all better! Haha!
KO’R: That’s a metaphor.
Sweeney: Sure. Why not. Now speaking of, let’s talk gardening. Yeah, that’s right, even Larry Sweeney knows a thing or two about gardening! Just full of surprises, me. Actually, there’s nothin’ to it. Dig out the weeds, tend to the flowers. Ya gotta nurture ‘em. Give ‘em some love. But by God, those weeds gotta go. Steve Austin, now that’s the most toxic, dirty rotten weed there is, mark my words. But Drake Maverick…
The thought trails off as Rick Rude begins whistling a tune. Nash raises his eyebrows and gawks at Rude.
Nash: Hey! That’s it! Da da daaaa, dee dee da daa dee….good God man, tell me what the name of the song is!
Rude continues to whistle with a smirk on his face, just to irritate Nash.
Hall: Man, I even googled the best bars in Argentina before we landed...there’s literally nothing to do in this shit hole.
Hall reaches under the table and pulls out a bottle of Tequila. It looks expensive. The name sounds even more expensive.
Hall: I say we do shots and play some poker. Maybe through that we will find a game plan. Somebody grab us some shot glasses.
Rick rummages around in the gym bag in the floor beside of him. One by one he starts pulling out shot glasses. Then he pulls out a stack of papers with a big grin on his face. Hall pours the shots as Nash and Christian and Bischoff try to see what papers Rude has. They each take a shot.
Rude: Remember that night that we popped up on Resistance? Remember that business that I had to attend to? Well, it wasn’t just taking off a certain Irish wildflower off my personal bucketlist...there were other things that I took care of. Gentlemen, behold...the personnel files of every member of the Resistance roster.
nWo (collectively): Ooooooooooooh.
Rude: Now, I’ve obviously taken liberties to cull the dead weight that have already rose up against us: Omega, Hardy, Juicy Juice, Steiner, etc. What’s left is...well...sad, really. So, seeing as we’re in the armpit of Argentina with nothing else to do, why don’t we make a game out of this. How’s about we take a shot for each person that we might consider allowing to join our cause?
The group nods and smiles. Finally, some fun.
Rude: Alright, who’s first...let’s see...The Usos?
Silence.
Rude: Ok, next. Let’s see...released...quit...fired...disappeared...retired, maybe? Ah, here we go! Vinny Marseglia!
They all exchange nervous glances. Except for Kyle who is heavily breathing in the corner. Except, he’s always breathing heavily, that one. Nash looks from side to side before leaning back and nervously looking under the table. When he realizes there’s nothing there he seems relieved. But still, no shots.
Rude: Ok. Glad nobody took that one. Who’s left. Ah, The Velveteen Dream?
Christian snickers. There is a long pause. Scott Hall grabs the stack of papers from Rude and tosses them to the side.
Hall: This is killing my buzz, man. Let’s face it, they don’t have anybody. Now, let’s all take a shot to mourn the passing of Mr. Maverick’s show.
Sweeney: Salud!
They all raise up their glasses and clink them together, saluting Mr. Maverick and downing the shot. There’s a knock on the door, and the entire group turns their head, except for Christian that is. He feverishly still Googles for something to do. Nash nervously looks at the picture of Vinny Marseglia lying on the floor and puts his foot over the face.
KO'R: Is O’Reilly talkin’ killers again?
The group ease back (except the always intense O’Reily) hearing “The Rated R Superstar’s” voice, before the door swings open, with Edge’s hands behind his back, standing in the door with a toothy grin.
Christian: Don’t encourage ‘em. Any luck finding something to do? We’re about ready to book it as soon as Nash and Hall here wipe the floor with the dead weight tonight. I’d say we go bar hopping, but the locals probably don’t know how to operate a bar.
Edge: Oh yeah- I’ve been doing something a lot. Been doing it real hard, real often, and real intense, hehe.
Christian peeks over at him now and then to Nash, who raises his eyebrows. He gets the lingo, and surely enough, as he steps into the room, that certain thing he’s been doing closes the door behind them, and reveals themselves from Edge’s back.
Lita: That a way you introduce a lady? Yeesh.
The nWo stop dead in their tracks and are all now looking at Lita.
Sweeney: Aye Carumba! Would ya get a look at those…
KO’R: I thought the club house was “no girls allowed”?
Hall slaps the boy upside the back of his head. Once they’ve all settled in their looks, Edge wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on her head.
Edge: Figured I’d bring with me a hot hunny. Ya know, as much as I love runnin’ with you guys, it feels like uh… what’s the word for it?
Lita: A bit of a sausage party?
Edge: Hit the nail on the head pumpkin. A sausage party. I figured with everything going on, you guys wouldn’t mind if stuck around. Best part is, she doesn’t have some goofy Irish accent! Some luck eh? I figure introductions are important. Boys, this is Lita.
Edge cackles as Nash does the Wayne’s World “schwing” out of the chair. Your conscience tells you shame on you if you do not know the reference and you should Google it. Rude strokes his mustache as if he is inspecting every detail. Kyle is still breathing heavily in the corner. Edge puts up a finger and takes the zipper of Lita’s hoodie, going down slowly to reveal an nWo shirt (with her cleavage showing, of course). Lita rolls her eyes and grins, as the nWo’s newest member and her boyfriend share a hardy laugh. Edge takes a sit next to Christian, as Lita rests on Edge’s lap, being held by him. Christian rolls his eyes seeing the two and goes back to Googling..
Christian: That’s the best part? She’s stretching out that perfectly good shirt ya know.
Edge: One of her many attributes involves stretching, old chum! Haha!
Lita: It’s non stop huh? Ha! Aw man, you crack me up. Say uh, Chris, you’re Edge’s student, right? He’s told me a lot about how he came up with that weird arm twist thing you do.
Christian: Cruel man, cruel. And it’s the Killswitch!
Lita: Yeah, it kills my interest and makes me switch the channel.
Heyo! Edge and Lita high five one another and Christian shakes his head as he searches on.
Hall: So, like...is she going to be the new Miss nWo? I totally think that she should. Shots for those that agree?
Rude retrieves two more shot glasses as Scott pours two more for Edge and Lita. As soon as Rude finishes his shot, he wipes off his mustache and looks at Nash who is still off in deep thought.
Rude:And as for fortune, and as for fame, I never invited them in.
Nash’s eyes grow wide. He starts snapping his fingers wildly, trying to get the idea to come to his head.
Nash: You knew the whole time? Dude! What’s the name of it?
Rude: Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired...They are illusions, they're not the solutions they promised to be...The answer was here all the time…
Hall: Hey uh, dude. Not that I’m judging you...but why do you know that Broadway tune right off the top of your head with Nash just mentioning it?
Rude laughs and calls for another round. They salute and down the shot.
Rude: Ladies love a sophisticated man, my friends. A sophisticated man must know his theater. Ladies also love theater.
Rude raises an eyebrow as they all nod in agreement. Rude raises up his hand and waves his hands as if conducting a choir. They all chime in this time, they drinks have begun to set in.
nWo: DON’T CRY FOR MEEEEEEEEE, ARGENTINAAAAAAAA! THE TRUTH IS, I NEVER LEFT YOUUUUUUUUU!
Rude cuts them all off with his hands, except for Kyle who has his eyes closed and is letting ring a very forced falsetto. He notices that he is the only one left singing and stops. He clears his throat. Everyone exchanges awkward glances. The camera fades to black.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it as a Tag Tournament Quarterfinal Match! Introducing first...
”NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD ORDER!”
As the infamous theme begins to play over the PA system, the arena is bathed in black, white, and grey light as the two men responsible for the incarnation of the group come strutting out from the back.
Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of six hundred and fifteen pounds. Representing the New World Order. The team of Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, The Outsiders!
As both men arrive at the end of the ramp, they head up the steps and enter the ring as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
"All My Life" hits the PA, the iconic riff pulsing like a heart rate monitor registering on someone who's just stoked as heck. In that vein, the fans go freakin' bonkers as Aim For The Bushes runs out on to the ramp. Jeff Hardy waves his arms around like he does, while Juice puts an eye to his brow and scans the arena, taking in every single face and every single mind that they're about to blow.
Tony Chimel: From the Third Rock from the Sun. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds. The team of Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson, Aim for the Bushes!
The two men high five and then slap hands with fans on each side as they make their way down the ramp and enter the ring, preparing for the match to come.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of Aim For The Bushes, it’s decided that Juice is going to start the match for the team as Jeff steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the corner of The Outsiders, the two are playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine which man will start the match for their team. As the two shoot, Nash throws scissors while Hall throws rock. Nash accepts that he’s been beat as he and Hall double high five before the big man steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron.
Hall and Juice approach each other now as the former Razor Ramon takes the toothpick he’s holding in his mouth and flicks it at his opponent. Juice puts his hand up and catches it between his fingers as he snaps it and lets the pieces fall to the mat. Scott chuckles and mockingly widens his eyes as he puts his arms up and wiggles the fingers on both hands like, “Ooooh, scary”.
As Hall lowers his arms, he now looks serious as he and Robinson begin circling each other, Scott taking a traditional wrestling stance and moving a little slower than Juice who’s bouncing on his feet as he circles instead of stepping. The two approach each other at the same time, locking up in a collar-elbow tie-up, pushing forward on their respective opponent but neither budging an inch.
Tom Phillips: How smart is it for Juice to try and match strength with Scott Hall, Mauro?
Mauro Ranallo: Well Scott’s 6’7, two hundred and eighty-seven pounds. Juice is 6’3, two hundred and twenty-pounds. So at a four inch height difference and a sixty-seven pound weight difference, it’s a risky strategy.
Corey Graves: You can’t match anything with Scott Hall. He’s greatness personified, him and Kevin both!
Hall releases his hold suddenly, causing Juice to fall forward as he catches him and pushes him back to a vertical base. Once there, Juice throws a punch but Scott counters into a wrist lock as, while the wrist lock is applied, he continuously thrusts into his opponent, connecting with a series of shoulder blocks. After a few have connected, the, “Bad Guy” Irish whips Juice towards The Outsiders’ corner.
Juice uses the momentum to throw himself at the turnbuckle and roll up onto it ala Shawn Michaels as he then leaps backward and throws his elbow back, catching Scott in the mouth as he approaches him. Robinson gets up and and steps onto the middle rope in front of where Nash is standing, bringing his other knee up quickly and catching, “Big Sexy” in the jaw as he falls off the apron to the floor below.
After the knee connects, Juice turns and uses the ropes to launch himself at Scott, who’s on his way to his feet, hitting him with a cross body that takes both men to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Well, Juice may regret that attack on Nash later but I understand why he did it.
Mauro Ranallo: If this young man can stay in the driver’s seat, I like his and Jeff’s chances.
Corey Graves: Of course you like their chances, because they used to be Resistance guys like you. Look, you’ll always have Paris, Mauro, but it’s time to wake up and smell the spray paint. The Outsiders are advancing in this tournament.
Robinson is back to his feet quickly as Scott sits up. Juice throws a kick but Scott puts his arms up and blocks it. Hall puts his hands down at his sides and climbs to his feet as Juice throws another kick but Scott grabs his leg and throws it to the mat so that the young man has both feet planted again. Hall throws a punch at his opponent’s face but Juice puts his hand up and catches his fist as Hall throws another punch with the other hand but Juice puts up his free hand and catches that fist as well.
Juice leaps up and thrusts his legs at an angle into the abdomen of his opponent as he falls onto his back, his feet still in the vicinity of where he just kicked as he uses his hold on Scott’s arms to pull him forward and monkey flip him as the Outsider lands hard on his back and tailbone as he pops up and takes a few steps towards the ropes in front of him. Angry, Scott turns and makes his way towards his opponent as Juice steps up and swings his leg up and towards him, catching him in the face with a kick known as The Taste! Juice goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
The referee barely gets the one counted before Hall gets the shoulder up. Juice gets to his feet as Scott starts climbing to his and goes for The Taste again but Hall ducks it and punches Juice in the groin. As Juice’s other leg returns to the mat, Hall goozles him with one hand and uses the other to smack away Juice’s hands from the groin. Once this creates an opening, Scott palms his opponent’s junk and twists it like a shower handle as he hoists Juice up and over his head, the young Robinson letting out choked cries of agony.
Tom Phillips: Well I know one thing, this Juice has one hundred percent concentration on the pain he’s in.
Mauro Ranallo: I don’t know whether to MAMMA MIA the display of strength and torture in the ring or Mama Mia at that horrible joke.
Corey Graves: I know! The obvious joke here is, ‘Talk about Aiming For The Bush’.
After cockily bringing Juice down and then pressing him back up, Hall lets him go with a Gorilla Press Drop. As Juice curls into a bit of a fetal position holding his groin, Hall turns and points at him laughing. Hardy looks at Scott’s unprofessionalism with a scowl but shakes that negativity off as he starts clapping for his partner and stomping one foot on the apron as a large section of the crowd begins to join in.
Scott notices this and immediately stops laughing as he heads over to Juice and grabs him, guiding him up to his feet. Juice throws a punch but Scott avoids it with a sidestep, slipping around behind him as he positions his leg so that it’s interlocked with his opponent’s then grabs one of Robinson’s arms as well as one of his legs and applies an Abdominal Stretch.
As Juice cries out in the move, Scott wrenches on the leg especially, no doubt looking to keep the young man grounded during the match. After a moment, Scott shows impressive strength as he moves his leg away from the leg of his opponent’s that’s still on the mat and hoists him up and slips him onto his shoulders as he adjusts his hand placement and now has Robinson in a Torture Rack!
After a moment passes in this maneuver, Scott lets Juice off of his shoulders and sets him on his feet, Juice looking out on his feet. Hall hits him with a punch, then follows up with another punch. He then looks to follow up with a discus punch but as he turns around and throws it, Juice steps into it avoiding the punch and reverses into a Spinebuster!
Tom Phillips: Well I can safely say Scott Hall wasn’t expecting that one!
Mauro Ranallo: No doubt that offense took its toll on the young man, but perhaps there was a little playing possum there too.
Corey Graves: It’s not like this is going to make a difference. You wait and see!
Juice heads over to the AFTB corner to tag Jeff but as he walks past Scott, he latches onto his leg with both arms and pulls him to the mat. Scott gets up, still holding Robinson’s leg, and drags him just a few inches away from Nash in the Outsiders’ corner before releasing the leg and making the tag. As Kevin enters the ring and Scott exits the ring, Juice gets to his feet and stands boldly as he looks up at Nash who looks down at him.
Nash palms the face of Juice and pushes, as Juice is left there wildly swinging at the air with both arms as he tries to move forward but isn’t covering any ground. Amused, Nash pulls Juice towards him and then thrusts his arm forward again, sending him tumbling to the mat as Juice’s back hits the mat and his legs go over his head as he finds himself in a seated position. Robinson gets up and charges Nash, who charges back, as Juice leaps up and connects with a jumping Running Sit-Out Lariat that actually takes the big man to the mat.
Kevin is up quickly and so is Juice as the two men turn to face each other and charge one another as they did earlier with the smaller of the competitors connects with another jumping Running Sit-Out Lariat that once again takes Nash to the mat. As the two men get up, they turn and face each other and without hesitation, charge a third time but as Juice jumps and goes for the lariat trifecta, Kevin hits him with a big boot that takes him clear out of the air and violently to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Juice went to the well one too many times, I’m afraid.
Mauro Ranallo: Kevin Nash may be picking tooth fragments out of his boot later. What a kick!
Corey Graves: That high flying style isn’t going to work against, “Big Sexy”. Those giant hands and feet are like flyswatters against an insect like Juice.
Kevin heads over to Juice and reaches down, grabbing him by the shoulders as he stands up and pulls him to his feet. Juice looks like he’s going to collapse if Nash lets go of him so the big man places his head between his legs and locks his arms around his waist, hoisting him into position for the Jackknife Powerbomb but at the height of the lift, Juice manages to slip free as he hits the mat and rolls forward, slapping the outstretched hand of Jeff Hardy as the crowd goes nuts.
Jeff leaps over the top rope into the ring and runs at Kevin. Kevin goes for a lariat but Jeff ducks and heads over to the Outsiders’ corner, punching Scott and knocking him off the apron. Jeff then uses the ropes in front of him to launch himself back towards Nash but the near seven-footer goes for a big boot as Jeff hits the mat with a sort of baseball slide to avoid it, ending up under Nash as he takes advantage of his positioning to get revenge for Juice and starts speedbagging the groin of the big man.
As Nash comes down onto his knees, Jeff rolls out of the way to avoid being crushed and is up to his feet as he heads over to Big Kev and starts taunting him by doing his entrance dance in front of him. Kevin angrily lunges at Jeff but plays right into his hand as that puts him in a position to have his head hooked underneath Jeff’s arm as Jeff uses Nash’s momentum against him to connect with the Twist of Fate as the crowd pops approvingly.
Tom Phillips: Jeff is proving to be one heck of a difference maker here!
Mauro Ranallo: You aren’t kidding. What he’s dished out so far has taken terrific cunning.
Corey Graves: He hasn’t won anything yet, guys. Enough with the cheerleading!
Jeff heads up to the top rope and does his signature gun finger point down, around, and then up towards his open mouth but before he can leap off, he notices Kevin getting up on his forearms and knees. Jeff hops down as Kevin gets to his feet and as he turns around, Jeff kicks him in the abdomen but Nash barely flinches. Hardy goes for another kick but the big man catches his leg and flips him backward, Hardy managing to land on his feet but as he does, Nash creams him with a big boot.
Kevin grabs a handful of Jeff’s hair and pulls him up to his knees, then pulls straight up to his feet. He then scoops Jeff up in his arms and steps forward, dropping the, “Charismatic Enigma” onto his knee with a backbreaker. As impact is made, he maintains his hold of Hardy as he stands up and this time drops him with a sidewalk slam. Nash grabs Hardy by the hair again and pulls him straight to his feet this time as he Irish whips Jeff toward the Outsiders’ corner but Jeff runs up the turnbuckle and launches himself back at the big man with a Whisper in the Wind!
As Jeff gets to his feet, he heads over and punches Scott again, once more knocking him off the apron. He turns to face Kevin now as the big man is up and looking angry. Jeff delivers a kick to the side of his ankle, then his other ankle with the other leg, then to the side of his knee, then his other knee with the other leg, then aims a kick at his hip before kicking him in the other hip with his other leg. Jeff then jumps up, bringing his legs in before extending them out quickly, kicking Nash in the chest as he staggers backward toward the AFTB corner and falls into a seated position.
Jeff runs over and jumps up in the same fashion, this time kicking his opponent in the face as he gets up and tags in Juice. Juice leaps over the rope and into the ring as he heads over to the Outsiders’ corner where Scott hasn’t yet returned to the apron and goes running at Nash, connecting with a Cannonball in the corner.
Tom Phillips: The Juice Is Loose!
Mauro Ranallo: Actually, he has a different move in his repertoire that he calls that.
Corey Graves: Great journalism work, Phillips. You’re batting in the negatives as usual.
After getting up from the Cannonball, Juice tags Jeff back in as the two stand Nash up, draping his arms over the ropes to each side of him. Jeff gets down on his elbows and knees now and Juice heads to the Outsiders’ corner, still no Scott. Juice takes off running and steps up onto Jeff as he launches himself at Nash, connecting with a body splash.
After connecting, Juice goes running to the opposite side of Jeff as Nash staggers forward. Juice steps up onto Jeff again, launching himself at Nash but this time he connects with a jumping DDT as the big man has now seen Poetry in 3D up close and personal. Juice returns to the apron as Jeff heads up top, doing the gun finger pose again as the crowd comes alive with excitement.
Jeff leaps off and goes for the Swanton Bomb but Nash scoots to the side and gets his knees up so that the high flyer lands directly on his knees. As Hardy rolls off Kevin’s knees, the big man gets up and heads over to the Outsiders’ corner, tagging in Scott Hall. Scott enters the ring and heads over to where Jeff is, reaching down and grabbing a handful of his hair, throwing and landing a punch with his other hand as he pulls him to a seated position.
Hall lands another punch as, with the hand still gripping the hair, he pulls Jeff up to his feet. He turns around and lands a discus punch now as Hardy falls to the mat but gets right back up. Scott kicks him in the stomach now and follows up with a headbutt before grabbing both of Jeff’s wrists, pulling him in and delivering a shoulder block on one side, then pulls him in and delivers a shoulder block on the other side.
Scott continues to alternate shoulders as he backs Jeff into the corner, pulling him towards him by both wrists before throwing him forcefully into it. As Jeff staggers out of the corner, Scott hits him with a Corner Clothesline before Irish whipping him to the opposite corner and connecting with another Corner Clothesline. Jeff comes staggering out of the corner again and Scott goes for a lariat but Jeff ducks it and as both men turn to face each other, Jeff grabs the back of his head with both hands and falls into a sit-out position, connecting with a jawbreaker that sends Scott backward into the corner.
Tom Phillips: It says a lot about Jeff’s resolve that even after an onslaught of offense, he’s still able to turn things around on a dime.
Mauro Ranallo: The veteran of Aim For The Bushes aiming to be one-half of the first Tag Team Champions.
Corey Graves: Jeff got lucky. Scott’ll be back to beating him from pillar to post before you know it!
In the ring, Jeff has Scott turned around as he’s driving his face repeatedly into the turnbuckle pad. After absorbing a few hits, on Jeff’s next attempt, Scott puts his arm out and blocks with his hand as he throws his other arm back and elbows his opponent in the chest. As Hardy is rocked by the impact and starts taking a few steps backward, Hall turns around to face him and drops him with another discus punch.
Scott heads to the ropes as Jeff gets up, and comes off the ropes to take Hardy down with a Jumping Clothesline. Both men are up again as Hall kicks his opponent in the stomach, then pulls him in and puts Jeff’s head between his legs. Scott hoists Hardy into position for the Razor’s Edge but as he goes forward, Jeff manages to roll backward and land on his feet as he kicks Scott in the stomach, hooking his head and going for the Twist of Fate.
As Jeff turns though, Scott pushes on his back, stopping the move and sending him into the ropes in front of him. When Jeff comes off the ropes, Hall grabs him and throws him with an arm twist takedown. Hardy starts crawling to the AFTB corner now where Juice has his hand outstretched, hopping excitedly on the apron.
Tom Phillips: Get there, Jeff! Let The Juice Loose!
Mauro Ranallo: Certainly wouldn’t hurt to let the fresher man in.
Corey Graves: Oh it’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt badly!
As Jeff gets close to Juice, fingertips away, suddenly Scott grabs Hardy’s ankles and pulls him away as the crowd boos. Scott delivers a stomp to Jeff’s lower back, then follows up with a stomp to the left shoulder blade, then the right shoulder blade. He now grabs the PeroxWhy?Gen vocalist and pulls him to his feet, applying an Abdominal Stretch.
When Scott grabs the leg to bend it upward though, Jeff manages to kick back with it, dazing him long enough to slip free of the stretch. Hardy turns to face Hall and leaps up, connecting with a Front Dropkick. As Scott is sent backward into the rope, he catches himself as Juice delivers a kick to the back of the head, sending Scott staggering towards Jeff.
Hardy hooks the head and once more goes for the Twist of Fate but Scott pushes forward again, sending Jeff towards the Outsiders’ corner as Nash sticks his leg through the ropes and Jeff collides with his boot. As Jeff goes down, Juice hops off the apron and goes sprinting around the ring, leaping up and kicking Nash in the side of the leg, the leg buckling as he falls off the apron, hitting awkwardly on the way down as Juice climbs up onto the apron where he was standing and goes to the top rope.
Juice goes for a cross body but Scott manages to get his foot up, kicking him in a way that stops his momentum and puts him back on the mat on his feet. Hall grabs Robinson and puts his head between his legs, grabbing him and hoisting him up, delivering his finisher on top of Hardy!
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: The Outsider’s Edge onto Hardy! Mamma Mia!
Corey Graves: It’s all over but the crying now!
Scott rolls Juice out of the ring as he grabs Jeff and puts his head between his legs. He puts up the, “Too Sweet” hand gesture before he grabs Jeff and hoists him up, dropping him with the Outsider’s Edge! Scott goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Outsiders!
As Nash enters the ring, the two men raise their arms and pose together as they’re showered with boos.
Tom Phillips: Well I don’t like it, but The Outsiders are advancing in the tournament.
Mauro Ranallo: AFTB fought hard, but tonight just wasn’t their night.
Corey Graves: Aww yeah! Score another one for the good guys!
As The Outsiders continue celebrating their victory, Revolution continues on.
The UWF turns away for a moment to an exclusive event that transpired in Japan. Our camera crew were invited at a recent showing, and the scene begins with the lights being darkened in a big room. Fans sit in organized chairs as they stare up at a big projector, when suddenly-
The Blue Bomber himself appears! Capcom’s iconic mascot Mega Man appears on the screen, running and gunning in signature fashion. A trailer is shown in exciting fashion, with new levels, new game plays, and all sorts of new robot masters. The trailer winds down, and soon the lights are brighten up. The fans clap, and soon, the president of Capcom walks up on the stage.
Haruhiro Tsujimoto: わくわくしませんか？あなたはそれを最初に見ました、メガマンは今年後半に家庭用コンソールに戻ります。カプコンはあなたが何を望んでいるのか聞いたことがあります。私たちはあなたにこれから何が起きるのかを簡単に説明するだけです。一年を通して、私たちはこの新しいゲームについてより多くの情報をあなたに与えるでしょう、今、私たちはあなたに私たちの最初のDLCパックを見せたいと思います。お楽しみください。
(Exciting isn't it? You saw it first, Mega Man will be returning to home consoles later this year. Capcom has heard what you've wanted, and we hope to deliver with our new entry. We've given you just a snippet of what's to come. Over the course of the year we will give you more information on this new game, right now, we'd like to show you our first DLC pack. We hope you enjoy.)
Vinny Marseglia: I sense your pulse increasing in its rapidity. I can hear your breath growing ever the more shallow with each passing second. I can see the dilation in your pupils, and your hairs standing on end. Your body is telling you fight or flight.
This is what every person I’ve ever marked for death has experienced. The fear of Vinny Marseglia. And that fight or flight might kick in and land them a punch or two, or get them a few feet towards freedom, but neither ever takes them far.
At first, they look into these eyes, the windows to the soul, and they think they see tint so they’re determined to find out what it is that I’m hiding. That lasts from before the match to when they connect with some offense, then they’re forced to look again.
And when they look again they realize that the fate I laid out for them wasn’t just macabre for the sake of macabre, they see that it wasn’t tint they saw, it was nothingness. That’s when it dawns on them that try as they might to defend themselves, they’re in a war of attrition and can’t incontestably snatch victory from the grasp of a man with no moral compass.
That’s what awaits you now that I’m back here on Revolution. Whether you’re part of the uninitiated that have never crossed my path or I see fit to give you another reminder, I am going to pave the Road to Wrestlemania with bodies as I vowed.
The victim on that stage is all but certain. As for every victim until then, the next toe tag I fill out could very well have your name on it. Hello to the, “Horror King”. Farewell to the flesh.
As things fade to black, they fade back in with the sight of the new Revolution logo.
As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips
Corey Graves: I’m Corey Graves.
Mauro Ranallo: And making third the charm, I’m Mauro Ranallo. What a great show we’ve got planned tonight, guys.
Tom Phillips: Right you are, Mauro. It’s a night of debuts and returns Kevin Steen makes his UWF comeback against the debuting, “Black Rose” Neville and Johnny Gargano makes his return as he teams up with Tomasso Ciampa to take on the World Warriors in a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match.
Corey Graves: And speaking of those Quarterfinals, we’ll also have the team of Aim For The Bushes taking on the NWO’s Outsiders.
Mauro Ranallo: Also making his UWF debut, Sami Zayn is here and takes on the minion of Dr. Cube, Max Smashmaster.
Tom Phillips: On the docket as well, we’ve got the first of two championship matches as Aleister Black defends the Television Championship against Jonah Rock, the man that answered his open challenge.
Corey Graves: And in the main event, Velveteen Dream defends his Primetime Championship against Jey Uso.
Mauro Ranallo: But first, I understand our General Manager Drake Maverick is on his way out here to address everyone.
The unfamiliar song hits the arena's soundsystem and the fans are unsure how to react, but then the man to whom it belongs emerges from the back to a strong mixed reaction: Drake Maverick. While he still has fans won over many weeks at the helm of Resistance, there are many in the building who dislike the nWo and, as such, aren't fond of his actions at the Royal Rumble. Maverick has a microphone in hand and he looks out at the fans, many of whom are showing their disapproval, with resolve worn plainly on his countenance.
The General Manager of Revolution walks down the ramp, jogs up the ring steps, and turns on his microphone to address the crowd.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the new era of the Revolution!
Drake pauses to allow for a pop. He gets a mixed reaction. He seems frustrated by this, but tries to keep his composure as he continues.
Tonight, I have come with the intention of addressing the UWF Universe now that I am taking the helm of a show that, frankly, needed new leadership. As much as I respect everything that the former General Manager accomplished in his in-ring career, it was evident that Stone Cold Steve Austin's methods were falling well short of the mark when it came to maintaining order and running this program as well as it could have been. The most egregious of his errors, by far, was laying his hands on the talents we pay good money to in exchange for their services as athletes. In doing so, he risked injuring men the UWF has invested in — in essence, he could have cost this company money. That conduct was unacceptable, which is why today I stand here as your General Manager.
This remark draws outright contempt from the fans, who boo Drake. He raises a hand to ask for their silence but their booing continues, so he raises his voice and continues speaking.
The New World Order is a reasonable group of men who want the same thing every other wrestler on this company's payroll want: to succeed. To make names for themselves. To capture championships and become immortals through the feats they accomplish in this ring. In essence, those men want nothing more than to follow in the footsteps of men just like Steve Austin. And I think that threatens the Texas Rattlesnake. He does not want to allow people to eclipse him. I can't say that I can relate to that fear, but I can certainly understand it. And I think in a company such as this, there is room for a man with talents like his, which is why I offered him the opportunity to be my Sheriff. Because above all else, under my guidance, we will have order here on Revolution. This will become a haven for the world's finest talents — the same way Resistance was under my control — and I will achieve that using the same methods. Encouragement when I see greatness, and punishment when I see corners being cut. It's a simple philosophy. And it begins no--
Drake is interrupted.
At the sound of the shattering glass, a majority of the fans in the building collectively pop and rise from their seats as they anticipate the arrival of the man the theme music belongs to. Before long, he appears on the stage but in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time as he rides out on an ATV and takes off down the ramp and circles the ring.
Upon parking the ATV, he turns it off and climbs off of the vehicle before entering the ring, raising the microphone he’s holding up to his mouth as he approaches Drake.
Stone Cold: You two-faced, brown nosin’, spineless little pissant. I got half a mind and a full-on buzz ta’ drop you where you stand and beat you within an inch of yer worthless life. Did ya have fun with yer little card game the other night? How many hands did ya win? Don’t answer those questions, son, because you could see it on yer face how much fun you were havin’ with those bottom feeders and it doesn’t matter how many hands ya won because ya lost a few key things that were essential ta’ makin’ you an’ I workin’ together a success: Stone Cold’s respect, and Stone Cold’s trust.
Now I don’t know if they spiked yer drink or yer that shitty a judge a’ character, but by standing there and tryna’ pass anyone willingly sporting the In Dubya Oh colors and logo as reasonable men, yer way off the mark. Those selfish pricks aren’t reasonable and they don’t wanna do a single solitary thing that involves walkin’ where Stone Cold stepped. Besides, Stone Cold didn’t take shortcuts or cut corners ta’ win or keep his championships, ta’ win his matches, or ta’ get ‘imself recognized. No damn Outsiders. No damn Sweet ‘n Sour Incorporated. No damn New World Order.
So this isn’t about bein’ threatened because I feel like I might get eclipsed, this is about bein’ threatened because Revolution might get eclipsed, and things are already gettin’ that way and you playin’ nice with ‘em is just speeding the process along.
Drake seems genuinely hurt by Stone Cold's words. He raises his microphone up to defend himself.
Well, Steve, the way we see things may not align but I don't think that's any reason to come out here with that foul mouth of yours and start to insult someone who is, for all intents and purposes, your boss. You worry about Revolution being eclipsed, but the thing that you don't seem to understand is that it will never be eclipsed. The nWo may have a large following, they may have several titles currently in their possession and they may be quite successful here in the UWF but as far as I'm concerned, no man or group of men is bigger than this organization. We are the pinnacle promotion in the sport of professional wrestling and whether it's the UWF Champion or a Sheriff who has gone rogue, if someone steps out of line, I will not hesitate to strip them of their title and give them their pink slip. I am the power here, I am the man in control, and I will lay down the law where I see fit.
Drake's remarks sound petulant because they are so. The fans loudly jeer him as he finishes his remarks. He mutters something off microphone and then continues.
You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, and there's no difference here with the New World Order. When I sat down with them for a hand of cards and heard them out, something you steadfastly refused to do, I realized the kind of men they are. They want what's best for Revolution, too — and right now, they believe they're the best people to advance that agenda on the program. And when I look at the UWF roster, it's a tough argument to refute. Amid a motley assortment of narcissists, lunatics and Hollywood stars, we might have a few bona fide talents. But in the New World Order there are entrepreneurs and athletes, and I think they ought to be heard.
More booing from the fans, but Drake's not done.
Shut up. Shut up! I'm not finished speaking. I'm not too stubborn to see other perspectives. And I understand where your frustration really comes from, Mr. Austin, which is why I've decided to announce that the Road to Wrestlemania will continue Sunday, March 31st at Wargames. What's more, that is where we shall put this clash of ideologies to bed, because for the main event of the evening we will have Team New World Order versus Team Stone Cold Steve Austin!
Drake lowers his microphone to a pop for the first time this evening. He smirks at Austin.
So that’s it, huh? Put up ‘er shut up time at Wargames. I like that, and you can bet yer ass that Stone Cold’s gonna be countin’ down the damn days until that event but that doesn’t change a damn thing about how he feels about ya. I still don’t trust yer ass as far as I could throw it, and in the next thirty-four days whether you show that you can be trusted and Stone Cold was too quick ta’ judge, or that, “laying down the law when I see fit” trash means leniency for the In Dubya Oh like I think it will, it’s not gonna matter because when that month plus is up, Wargames is going to be the last time any of ‘em lace up their boots in the You Dubya Eff. And that’s the bottom line, cuz Sheriff Austin said so!
Austin’s music hits again as he exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp. Once he’s gone, Drake’s music starts playing and he exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp as well as things head elsewhere.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the UWF, Sami Zayn.
Sami comes into frame with a smile on his face.
Sami Zayn: Thanks for the welcome Renee, it feels good to be back.
Renee Young: Sami, you made your return last week at the Royal Rumble and had a nice showing. Many thought it was just a one and done type of deal but you've officially signed a contract and are now a Revolution superstar. What are some of your goals here?
Sami Zayn: Well Renee the first one was to win the Royal Rumble and main event Wrestlemania. Obviously I fell a little short of that goal but failure has never stopped Sami Zayn from shooting for the stars. The main event of Wrestlemania may be off the cards this year but there's still plenty of marquee matches to be made. With the brand split recently ending, I know there's going to be a lot of hungry guys out there trying to make a name for themselves but I can promise you that none of them have the same passion for this business as I do. None of them have the same heart. I don't quit until I reach my goals.
Renee Young: Well we look forward to seeing what you can do. The brand split came to an end at the Royal Rumble but a silver lining has come in the form of the returning UWF Tag Team Championships making a comeback. The last time we saw you in UWF, you were with a friend of yours who also made his return last night in a different fashion. Is there any chance we see a reunion and a run for the tag team gold?
Sami Zayn: You know I love Kevin. Him and I have had our ups and downs both together and against each other but he'll always be my brother. Him coming back on the same night as me wasn't something we planned, it just sort of happened. While we may both be here, my whole career here in UWF has been me in the shadow of someone else. Whether it was Kevin, the Bullet Club or whoever else. I've never really shown what I can do as a singles competitor and I'm here to chan-
Becky Lynch: Yo Sami!
Zayn looks over to his right to see none other than Becky Lynch.
Sami Zayn: Oh hey how's it going! Where's Punk?
Becky Lynch: Who cares, Punk's a loser.
Sami Zayn: Enough said. So you made the switch over when Resistance folded?
Becky Lynch: Not exactly. My contract was kinda tied to Punk's but apparently I've got a "Leyton clause" or sometin'? Basically I got a few weeks to find someone new to manage or else I get ta' boot.
Sami Zayn: Can't you just be a singles wrestler? I mean you are THE MAN. I certainly wouldn't want to be in the ring across from you.
Becky Lynch: Well with the two rosters combinin' and not a lot of screen time, I don't have the same tenure as the rest of 'em and since my contract wasn't as a wrestler per se, guys like you got their contracts finalized before I even realized what was goin' on.
Sami Zayn: Oh that sucks. I'm sure you'll find someone to manage. Who couldn't use someone like you in their corner.
Becky Lynch: Well that's sort of what I'm here for. You and me, teaming up. Whatdya tink about tat?
Sami Zayn: Uhh I'm flattered but, I kinda just gave a whole speech about how I'm striking out on my own. Maybe one day but not right now.
Becky nods, trying hard not to look disappointed but you can read it on her face.
Sami Zayn: Look, I got to go get ready for my match but I appreciate the offer though. See ya around.
Sami leaves to get ready, leaving Becky behind as she looks on and the scene fades away.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Sami's music hits and the crowd gets on their feet. It's not long before the Underdog from the Underground comes out dancing to his song and punches the air in time with the "Let's Go!" portion of the song.
Tony Chimel: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds. Sami...Zayn!
He skips down the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before running up the stairs, stopping to throw his hands into the air to pump up the crowd. He comes into the ring and gets ready for the match ahead as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Max Smashmaster makes his way from the back and starts heading down the ramp, confident that he’ll be the one to make Dr. Cube proud.
Tony Chimel: From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at three hundred and seventy-two pounds. Max...Smashmaster!
As Max enters the ring, he gets chest to chest with his opponent and takes off his mask revealing his own face painted with war paint. He now creates some distance as he gets ready for the match ahead.
DING DING DINGֱ!
The bell rings and Max walks to the center of the ring Sami, not being a man who backs down, starts walking too and they meet face to face (more like face to boob! gottem) in the middle, Max chuckles and laughs at the way smaller Zayn, that good mood quickly gets thrown out of the window when Max sees Zayn is smiling and he responds with a huge knee to the gut! Zayn folds over and Max punches him in the back, dropping him to one knee but Zayn quickly gets back up to the same position, so Max punches him again! but Zayn gets back up again! Max gets annoyed and this time he delivers the punch to the back and immediately after he grabs Zayn but the waist and picks him sideways, dropping him back first into his knee! Zayn is in agony but Max doesn't let go, he shoves Zayn away from his knee and he lands on his stomach, which is just the right position for Max to crush his spine with an elbow drop!
Mauro Ranallo: Max Smashmaster is dominating Sami Zayn here!
Tom Phillips: And he's targeting the back, probably setting up that famous Spinebuster!
Corey Graves: Couldn't Dr.Cube think of a more devasting move than a simple spinebuster?
Zayn grabs his back and screams in pain which only gives Max more joy, he flips Zayn so he's now facing the ceiling, he takes a few steps back and lands a HUGE senton! Zayn balls up and begins to cough as Max is sitting near him and just laughs, after a few moments he decided it's time for more and sets Zayn up for another senton but Zayn, the grizzled young vet that he is, realizes that another senton is coming and rolls out of the way! but he rolled away too early! Max still hasn't jumped and when he sees that Zayn rolled away he stomps on his back and smirks before finally jumping up and landing a senton on Zayn's back! the move took a bit out of Max too but not nearly as much as it took from Zayn who is rolling all over the ring and holding back screams of pain, Max rubs his back for a moment before flipping Zayn over again, this time going for a pin
1...
t...
NO!
Zayn kicks out and Max is kinda mad, he gets back to his feet and picks up Zayn before hooking his head and lifting him up in a suplex position! Max keeps him there for a good amount of time as the crowd boo the display of strength from the minion, after what seems and probably felt like forever for Zayn, he finally throws him to the other side of the ring! Zayn finally lets out a scream of pure pain as Max is laughing and taunting at the crowd, he gets on the nearest second rope and flexing as Dr.Cube is cheering and clapping for him, after a short while Cube gets inpatient and tells Max to get back to fighting, Max jumps down from the rope and when he gets back to Zayn he gets rolled up!
1...
2...
NO!
Max throws Zayn away from him and Zayn surprisingly lands on his feet, Max is super mad now and looks with a death stare at Zayn who doesn't back down, Max charges him and goes for a lariat but Sami ducks underneath it, Max stops dead in his tracks and goes for a lariat to the back of Sami's head but Sami ducks underneath it too! Max now has his back to Sami where he gets dropkick'd! Max stumbles forward and hits the ropes, instead of rebounding he's able to stop his momentum there, Sami wants to throw him out of the ring and charges with a clothesline but now it's Max' turn to duck under, but he grabs Zayn by the chest and leg, posturing up so he holds Sami right in place for a gorilla slam! he parades around the ring for a while as Zayn is trying desperately to fight out of the bad position, Dr.Cube yells at Max to do the move already and the minion listens, he stops near one side of the ring and begins to charge the other side but Zayn is starting to make some impact with punches to Max' face! Max stops right before the opposite ropes and tries to throw Sami out but he manages to land on the apron! he springboards and lands a crossbody!
Mauro Ranallo: It seems like the underdog from the underground is beginning to pick up some steam here!
Corey Graves: You can never count out Sami Zayn Mauro, he's like an annoying bug, you think you killed it but then it moves again.
Some of the crowd boo Corey's remark but most of it is too caught up in Sami's comeback, he begins to hype himself and the crowd up as Smashmaster gets up, when Max is fully on his feet Sami charges him and jumps in the air with a calf kick! the kick only stuns Max who stumbles backward but Zayn can't give him even a second to catch his breath, he quickly follows Max and begins to unleash a packet of chops! the weekly minion simply absorbs the shots and after Zayn is done he just screams and pounds his chest! Zayn shows that he isn't phased by the no selling of his hardest chops (although he is but don't tell the crowd) and immediately gets back at Max with quick and deadly elbows! he finishes the barrage with a dropkick to one of the knees, forcing Max to drop to the other one and once there, Zayn hooks his head and attempts a suplex, but he can't get Max up! after a few tries he finally manages to lift Max a few inches off the ground but the Personification of Annihilation punches Zayn's gut until he has to drop him but Zayn doesn't give up, he tries one last time but in this time Max is able to reverse the hold and throw Zayn with a suplex of his own!
Corey Graves: Alright never mind, Zayn doesn't have anything to offer.
Tom Phillips: Don't be so sure yet Corey, like you said Zayn is hard to kill.
Max gets up and adjusts his jaw, those elbows did some damage, he goes over to the furthest corner and stalks Zayn, patiently waiting for him to get up and when he does Max charges him and hits him with a dropkick so hard he gets thrown and bounces off the opposite corner! Zayn is out, he just lays motionless on the floor as Smashmaster celebrates and taunts the crowd while Dr. Cube laughs like a maniac and the crowd boo ever harder than before, the ref goes to check on Zayn but Max tells him to back off, he wants to make an example out of Zayn and isn't done yet, he picks up Zayn and puts him on his shoulders, he then walks around the ring to show how strong he is and how powerless Zayn is compared to the undeniable domination of Dr. Cube, he finally stops walking and he drives Zayn neck first into the mat with the Beta-Max! he again taunts the crowd and then proceeds to put his hand on Zayn for a pin
1....
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Zayn throws his arm in the air!
Max and Dr. Cube are shocked, they didn't expect Zayn would survive this, after a few moments of confusion and disbelief Dr. Cube gets on the apron and tries to argue with the ref who doesn't listen and tells him to get down, Max goes over to help his master and grabs the ref by the shirt, lifting his a few inches off the mat while yelling at him, Dr. Cube suddenly shouts at Max to drop the ref, Zayn is using the ropes to get back up! Cube gets down from the apron and Max drops the ref so he could re-focus on Zayn, he charges Sami who drops the ropes in the final second so Max gets thrown into the outside! Max falls right on his back and only takes a few seconds to get up, those seconds were all what Zayn needed to rebound off the opposite ropes and launch himself at Max, grabbing and spiking his head when he gets to the ground!! Zayn and the crowd share a scream of joy as the giant minion has finally been taken down
Tom Phillips: That's a game changer right there!
Corey Graves: I'm gonna change your face if you continue with these overused terms.
Mauro Ranallo: It might be overused but that's exactly what this DDT is, the major game changer that Zayn needed.
Zayn attempts to pick up Max and get him into the ring but he's too heavy and Sami took too much damage, the ref is now on the count of 5 and Zayn is still trying to lift Max, and with a primal scream, he's able to do that! he then throws Max into the ring and quickly follows, Max gets up to one knee as Zayn is still on the apron, when Max fully gets up he jumps in the air only to be caught by the throat! Max laughs in Zayn's face and goes to chokeslam him but when he lifts him up Zayn is able to slip away! he now stands behind Max where he ducks under one of Max' arms, grabs one of his legs and explodes with a Blue Thunder bomb!! he keeps the leg and the ref counts that as a pin
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Max manages to kick Zayn away but he's still hurt, he has trouble getting up to his feet so he grabs the ropes for assistance, Zayn doesn't want Max to recover and immediately gets back to work with multiple punches to Max who curls up in an attempt to block, he gets driven into the corner where he manages to finally throw Zayn away, he probably didn't think about it much as Zayn is now able to charge him and nail his boot into the war painted face with the Helluva kick! Max falls down like a sack of potatoes and Zayn quickly gets on top of him, hooking both legs
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Sami Zayn!!
Sami gets his arm raised in the victory as the crowd erupts in joy, he celebrates his win for a few moments before Revolution heads elsewhere.
The scene opens to see a man with hair down the back of his head, in a blue jumpsuit with County Jail written on the back of it. The man then walks across, looking for a person that he’s expecting a visit from. Suddenly we see Nigel McGuinness sitting down at a desk, and the man heads over and sits down.
The camera pans around to see who is in the jumpsuit, it’s Marty Scurll, who got arrested after his contest with the Velveteen Dream at the Royal Rumble. They both pick up the phones connecting them to the other side.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What do you want me to say? Why? Why did you come here?”
There is a short silence and then Nigel leans more into the desk. He laughs and then composes himself.
Nigel McGuinness: “Closure, that’s what one would call it. Although I must admit, I didn’t know the officers would come out there and arrest you, it was almost perfect. Inevitable originally, of course, but seeing as you no longer associate with me, it ain’t a big deal anymore.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What is this? A rebellion against me, if it is, it’s kind of petty. You’re like an anxy teenager Nigel, I mean look! You’ve aligned yourself with an anarchist, a complete buffoon of a man. You and I both know that you and him won’t ever have a friendship like we had.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Maybe that’s true. Maybe it is. But you know what? I know he won’t betray me. I know that he won’t be fickle with me. I know that he won’t replace me. While you ran off with your buddy Dream, I tried to stay attached, for so long, and you just abandoned me. Left me out for the wolves-”
Nigel cuts off his speech as he’s getting overly frustrated with Marty. He looks off to try and cool himself off for a second.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “And? What did you expect me to do? You hardly did anything for me for months. At points, I even forgot I owned a company. Speaking of which, what are you planning to do with it.”
Nigel McGuinness: “I have a buyer. Will give me a million for it. Doesn’t really have a lot of worth, so I might as well get rid of it for that. Besides, I hate what it represents. It represents you and your ego.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “My ego?! I’m sorry, I ain’t the one running off with goddamn Adrian Neville because I haven’t been given enough attention. FIx up man. I’ve lost hope, I ain’t got a lot of chance of getting through this not guilty, and in true honestly I have no idea how long they’ll keep me in for. One thing that I know for certain though, is that you and me were done long ago, and there’s no fixing it.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Well no shit dumb arse, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. I’m moving onto better things, and oh yeah. One thing. Don’t drop the soap.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Fuck you.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Or will you be the one dishing it out, is that why you were hanging about Dream so much?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Fuck you.”
Nigel McGuinness: “I always got a bit of a rapey vibe from you Marty, I’m surprised I even trusted you in the first place.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What the fuck is wrong with you mate?! Just because I’ve not played enough attention to you, you turn into this?!”
Nigel McGuinness: “I have turned into this, and I don’t give a flying shit. You can take your shitty schtick and stick it up your arse. I’m moving onto better things without you, your fans will too, they will forget about you, and I’ll enjoy each and every second of it.”
The prison warden comes over and pats Marty on the shoulder indicating that his time is up and he needs to go back to his cell, he then spits through the mesh in spite and gets pulled away.
Nigel McGuinness: “Fucking lunatic, I’ll make them forget about him.”
Nigel then gets up from his chair and walks down the hall and out of the interview room. UWF then moves along.
Renee Young is politely standing with a microphone as we pan to the side to see she’s interviewing The Proletariat Boar and Grado.
Renee Young:”Hello, Tonight I am here with The World Warriors and guys it’s safe to say this is do or die for you, in your match tonight against DIY.
Before Renee can give either of the duo the Mic, Grado snatches it from her.
Grado:”Oi, I am sorry but wit do you think we don’t know dat Renee? We know we have to win this! We haven’t slept, we haven’t eaten, we haven’t finished Kingdom Hearts 3! We haven’t been out selves.”
The Proletariat Boar:”We know what this means we have heard the words from everyone we get it. DIY thinks it will be easy for them to take out the trash. Well guess what Renee this Trash, has been here for a while. In our lifetime in the UWF we have seen Sammy Guvera,Tyler Bate, our good friends the Hired Gunns, and Bo Dallas leaves and for Dallas we saw him leave twice. Those first two especially are important because they said the same things about us that DIY did, but guess who still has a job, us!”
Renee Young:”Oh well what about what Gargano said about believing in yourselves, is it true you two doubt yourselves?”
Grado:”Renee, wit are you on abit? Yeah we do believe in ourselves if we didn’t we would have quit a long time ago. But we didn’t and that's why we are here that’s why we fight!”
Boar has to pull Grado aside as the Scot gets too heated up.
The Proletariat Boar:”Renee let me ask you something, what do you do when your best isn’t enough? What do you do when your best doesn’t even get you past the first round of the most important tournament in your life? What do you do when all it gets you is a pity clap from the fans? We don’t want pity, we want to win, no we NEED to win. This isn’t about gold it’s about proving ourselves. So why don’t you go find your best friend Kevin Steen, and talk to him about his return, or how about you go and wait to congratulate Jimmy Uso on his potential miracle victory, while us we have something important to do.”
The Boar storms off with Grado following close behind, while Renee looks on shocked as the camera pans.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match! Introducing first...
#DIY’s theme blares around the arena. As the beat drops, they both walk out with a spring in their steps. Gargano does his signature taunt and Ciampa attempts to pump up the crowd. They then begin their descent down the ramp towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 399lbs. The team of Johnny Gargano and Tomasso Ciampa; D..I..Y!
Both Gargano and Ciampa run up the steps and enter the ring at the same time before getting into the face of one another and pumping each other up. DIY are ready to go.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
”Test...your might.
MORTAL KOMBAT!”
As the well known theme of the fighting game staple begins to play, the fans come alive with cheers because of the collective it has come to be associated with. Soon The Proletariat Boar, former Hardcore Champion Grado, and Kaval come out onto the stage, with Kaval holding a poster of the World Warriors Initiative.
Tony Chimel: From the Top End of Stevenson and Moldova respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Kaval. Representing the World Warriors, the team of the Proletariat Boar and Graaaaaado!
As the trio complete their walk down the ramp, Grado and the Boar enter the ring as Kaval remains ringside. It’s time to test someone’s might.
DING DING!
Grado and Gargano are going to start things off as their respective partners step out onto the apron in their corners. Gargano crosses the ring as Grado offers a palm in a test of strength and for a moment it looks like Johnny Wrestling might take it before twisting Grado's arm downward in a wristlock. The Stevenston Lad cries out as Gargano torques the joint, then takes the hand in both of his and lifts the arm up so he can step under it before maneuvering behind Grado and trapping him in a hammerlock. Grado makes one of his classic funny faces as Gargano works the wrist, but with a bit of effort on the Scot's part he manages to turn things back around and even reverse the punishment as he traps Gargano in a hammerlock of his own before getting an arm around the waist and lifting him up and over with a picture-perfect suplex! Gargano bounces hard on the canvas but rolls out to the outside before Grado can follow up.
Mauro Ranallo: And now Johnny Gargano is beating a hasty retreat before his opponent can get on a roll here.
Corey Graves: I don't know if Grado has ever been on a roll, but he's definitely eaten his share of them.
Tom Phillips: Hey! Fat shaming isn't cool, Corey.
Corey Graves: Shuddup, Phillips.
Gargano climbs back onto the apron and starts to enter the ring as Grado moves to intercept him, but doesn't fully enter between the ropes and the official orders Grado to give him a bit of a berth. Grado does so, but the moment Gargano is in the ring the Scot ties him up and sends him off the ropes opposite. Grado then steps forward looking to lift Gargano off the rebound, but instead he catches him as Johnny Wrestling springboards into a crossbody that sends Grado down! Both men are quick to their feet but Gargano presses the advantage by charging and grounding Grado with another running forearm before pulling him to his feet and sending him into the DIY corner. Gargano then crosses to that corner and hits Grado hard on the chest with a nasty chop before tagging in Ciampa.
Corey Graves: And now we see that tag team mentality in effect as DIY start to isolate their opponent here. This kind of co-operation will serve them well in this tournament.
As Ciampa enters the room, Gargano pulls Grado from the corner in a suplex clutch. Ciampa grabs Grado from the other side and DIY lift and drop him with a double suplex! Grado lands on his back but sits right up wincing as Ciampa gets to his feet and moves behind the Scot, then grabs him in a clawhold. While holding Grado there, Ciampa glares with crazed eyes at the Stevenston Lad's tag partner, who shuffles antsily where he is on the apron as he wants to get in this thing. Ciampa releases the clawhold with a sadistic smirk on his face before falling back into the ropes behind Grado and using their momentum to launch him back at the Scot with a savage punt to the back of the skull. Grado flops on his side, seeing stars, and Ciampa tags his partner back in.
Mauro Ranallo: Quick tags in and out mean Ciampa and Gargano intend to stay fresh in case Grado should happen to escape their clutches and tag in the Boar.
Tom Phillips: You can't really blame them. I mean, the Boar is one of the most imposing men in the Revoluition locker room!
While Gargano reenters the ring, the Sicilian Psychopath pulls Grado to his feet and then traps him in a standing full nelson. The exposed chest is then walloped with chop after vicious chop from Gargano, ten in all, before Ciampa lifts Grado up and over with a full nelson suplex. Ciampa exits to the apron as Gargano climbs on top of Grado and starts pummeling him with punches, connecting soundly with roughly seven of them before the official commands he break it off. Johnny Wrestling then pulls Grado back to his feet and sends him off the ropes, doubling over for a back body drop. But Grado kicks him in the chest! The fans pop as Gargano shoots up and Grado connects with three quick jabs before spinning into a discus punch that grounds Johnny Wrestling! Grado starts firing up and drops down, pounding on the canvas in a predatory manner. When Gargano regains his vertical base, he does so only to be hit with the R-Grado! The fans pop as Grado covers!
1...
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...NO! Ciampa breaks the cover!
Tom Phillips: Well, one thing is for sure: DIY know how to work as a unit!
Grado gets to his feet as Ciampa heads back to his corner but rather than let him leave unpunished, the Stevenston lad charges him and drills him in the upper spine with a double ax handle! Ciampa stumbles into the ropes as the fans pop and Grado grabs his legs and throws him over the top to the outside!
Corey Graves: Hey, Grado! The Rumble's over! And you weren't even in it, ya loser!
Mauro Ranallo: That's not very impartial.
The Scot is getting fired up and as he turns around he finds Gargano in the perfect position to hit the Wee Boot! The fans explode with cheers as Johnny Wrestling goes down and Grado falls on for the pin!
1...
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...NO! Ciampa pulls the official out of the ring!
Tom Phillips: Again Tomasso Ciampa saves his partner from a pinfall.
Corey Graves: No duh, idiot! This is tag team wrestling, and I know we haven't had a lot of it lately, but it's what you're supposed to do!
The official gives Ciampa a talking to and then slides back into the ring. By the time he is there, Grado has already sent Gargano into the World Warriors' corner and is working him with some shoulder thrusts before tagging in Boar when the official can clearly see it. Boar enters the ring while Grado unloads with some chops and then lifts his long leg to choke Gargano in the corner. The fans actually cheer this as the official counts, Boar releasing Johnny Wrestling at four seconds and then pulling him out of the corner and picking him up in the powerslam position before running toward the middle of the ring and dropping him. Gargano arches his back on landing as Boar gets back to his feet and stomps to his corner, then turns and assumes the three-point stance!
Mauro Ranallo: The Boar is in position! There's a few words I'd never thought I would get to say!
The fans buzz in anticipation as Gargano drags himself to the corner and gets to his feet. Boar bursts out of his own corner looking for the Gore but as he gets close Gargano sidesteps and shoves him so he bursts through between the turnbuckles and collides shoulder-first with the corner post! The fans boo as Gargano presses the attack, clubbing Boar on the back while he is defenseless until the official forces a break. While the official's back is turned and he is dealing with Gargano, Ciampa rakes Boar's eyes and then grabs the back of his masked head and repeatedly knees him in the face! Grado shouts at the official to get his attention on Boar but this only has the referee turn toward him and as he does so, Gargano lifts up Boar's legs while he is hung up in the ropes and kicks him three times in the groin! The fans go nuclear at this display of blatant poor sportsmanship.
Tom Phillip: Reprehensible behavior from these men competing to be our first UWF World Tag Champions on Revolution!
Corey Graves: You can't blame them for seizing any advantage they can to pull out a win here. The stakes are high!
As the official turns around, Gargano tags in Ciampa, then drags Boar to the middle of the ring. The pair wait as Boar gets to his knees, then wind up and hit Meeting in the Middle! Ciampa covers.
1...
2...
...NO! GRADO BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Ciampa gets to his feet as Grado starts to leave, but intending to return the favor for earlier, he charges Grado. It's something the Scot anticipates and as Ciampa charges, he turns and takes him down with a Lou Thesz press and follows it up with the punches! The fans cheer but the official gives Grado no end of shit as he gets to his feet and shouts "That's how it's done in Stevenston!"
Mauro Ranallo: Grado laying down the law on Tomasso Ciampa, but he's catching some trouble from the referee here.
Grado steps out of the ring and returns to his corner as both legal men try to find the will to make it to their corners. Boar and Ciampa actually crawl past each other to their respective partners and make the tag! The two meet at center ring with Grado taking Gargano down with a lariat! Gargano gets to his feet and Grado grounds him with another lariat! Grado then pulls him up and Irish whips Gargano into the ropes before picking him up in a tilt-a-whirl, but mid-spin Gargano catches Grado's head and drops him into the Gargano Escape! The fans boo as Gargano gives the hold his all and before anyone can react, Grado is slamming the canvas in submission!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
advancing in the tag tournament:
#DIY
Mauro Ranallo: Some underhanded tactics and brilliant teamwork gave #DIY the victory here over perennial underdogs the World Warriors, but it was a good fight, all things considered.
Tom Phillips: They may not be advancing in the tournament, but Boar and Grado can walk away here with the moral victory. They wouldn't have lost without all of the cheap attacks from Ciampa and Gargano.
Corey Graves: Did you hear that, Mauro? Must've just been me. I could have sworn I heard a non-contributing zero speaking just there.
Ciampa and Gargano raise their arms in victory while Boar pulls Grado from the ring and holds him up on the outside, the fans booing the outcome of the match as they really wanted the underdogs to win. The feed moves along.
We are taken backstage where former Resistance commentator Matt Striker is seen at the head of what is presumably a classroom (or at least a set that looks like a classroom), leaning into the camera in an awkward way.
MATT STRIKER
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Matt Striker, and this is my classroom, where I intend to educate all of you rubes in the illustrious history of this sport we all know and love, professional wrestling.
Striker pauses as he adjusts his tie, and then continues, smiling at the camera.
For my first lesson, I thought it most appropriate to start with something that the filthy locals here in the outskirts of Buenos Aires might be familiar with, and that is the history of the Argentine backbreaker rack and Argentine backbreaker drop. Contrary to what you may assume, the name of the maneuver does not indicate its origin as a hold or attack dreamed up by some humble Argentinian. I'd forgive you unwashed masses for assuming that is the case, after all, your educational system in this country is appalling. No-no-no, the rack submission was actually popularized by American athletes Hercules and Lex Luger, who called it the torture rack, while the drop variation is perhaps most famous for its use by former UWF talent Abyss. Why it was called the Argentine backbreaker is a mystery, but perhaps it was so named because the first victim was a pathetic Argentine man the likes of which is sitting out in those stands tonight.
That remark draws a sharp rebuke from the crowd, who are watching on the Titantron. Striker chuckles to himself, then the camera zooms out as he adds.
And now, for a demonstration, I have invited crossover sensation and UFC Champion Minoru Suzuki to join me! Welcome, Suzuki-san.
Striker clasps his hands together and bows his head but as he does, Suzuki enters the classroom and immediately slaps the taste out of Striker's mouth, the crowd instantly boo the man with the worst personality in the world, he continues the assault whit forearms, chops, knee that are as hard as bricks and he finishes with a punch that throws Striker at least a foot back and knocks him the fuck out, Suzuki goes over to Striker who's bleeding like a stuck pig, he picks him the microphone and he begins to talk while resting his foot on Striker's body, the crowd was booing through the entire massacre but they silence themselves when Suzuki begins talking
This is pathetic, I hold wins over the company's most dominant champions, I won the UFC title in seconds and eliminated two people from the Royal Rumble just moments after I entered, I should be on the main event getting my rightful revenge on Larry Sweeney, but instead, the management books me in this goon's comedy skit, I deserve and I demand better, I deserve and demand my rightfully earned fight with Larry Sweeney.
Suzuki pulls a piece of paper out from his trunks, he then goes over to Striker and gets a handful of blood which he gets all over the contract and on his face as well, the crowd is shocked with the disgusting display and is left speechless, lucky for them cause Suzuki wants to talk
This is a contract for a match with Larry Sweeney, and until I get Larry's signature, the signature I want on it, I'm going to get all of your other superstars' signatures, and what better signature do us humans have than our blood?
Suzuki laughs like a maniac as Striker is still out, lying in the pool of his blood and the camera fades to black as Revolution continues
HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!!!!!
Scott Steiner starts to walk out from the curtain as the sirens blare looking rightfully pissed off as the crowd boo but also kind of cheer after what happened at the Rumble. He gets into the ring and grabs a fucking mic.
Scott Steiner: Now I just going to cut to the chase here. I was fucking screwed at the Rumble by that Pussy Rick Rude and the No Life bitch Eric Bischoff. They both knew that they could not defeat Big Poppa Pump. I should have the fucking Intercontinental Championship around my waist and four women around the largest arms in the World. But no thanks to you two bitches I am once again goldless. I had that match won but Bischoff, like a parasite, worms his way into the match distracting the ref. Then Rude tried to end my fucking career doing that piledriver. However you can not kill the Big Bad Booty Daddy. But with no gold around the Genetic Freaks waist is like the Kentucky Derby not having horses. That is just something that the Genetic Freak can not deal with. I not even mad that I lost in the fucking Rumble my eyes are locked on Rude and anyone in the NWO that will get in my fucking way.
Scott Steiner: So I like to keep this short and sweet Rude. You and Me once again. You know that I should be the rightful Intercontinental champion. The fact that you hold that belt and I don’t is a fucking fraud. So how about this time you put that title on the line again one on one without the help of you fucking puppet master. You want to be a bigger man and step out from the NWO shadow then accept this challenge. Otherwise you will always be known as the NWO Bitch.
Steiner drops the mic and starts to leave, but before he can, Drake Maverick steps out onto the ramp with little fanfare and a lot of booing.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Scott Steiner. Still the loose cannon, as always. I thought your days of demanding matches would be over after you were humbled at the Royal Rumble, but I guess a tiger never changes his stripes. I'll tell you what, Mr. Steiner: I'm going to do you a favor. Next week, you'll have the opportunity to back up your big talk in the main event when Scott Steiner collides once again with Rick Rude for the UWF Intercontinental Championship, and the nWo will be banned from ringside! Good luck.
Drake turns and leaves as the fans actually pop over the announcement, anticipating the violence to come.
The cameras fade in to somewhere located away from the arena, what looks to be a grand theatre. Once it is seen what is set up though, there’s almost a feeling of deja vu as, standing alongside a table hosting a few golden statues of The Miz standing in the Oscar statue pose, is the man himself, The A-Lister, The Miz.
He has a large smile on his face, as it is clear that from last year, the production value that he was able to put into this is a lot higher, as there’s now what looks to be just a straight up full awards show set, complete with the podium in front, and a giant screen hanging overhead which the camera zooms out to see that the award show name, just like most others, is on the screen, but before it can be solely revealed by the camera, The Miz is finally ready to speak!
Miz: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME! WELCOME, TO THE SECOND ANNUAL UWF MIZZY AWARDS!!!”
While the crowd in the actual arena aren’t too sure what to make of these “illustrious” awards returning, the applause coming from somewhere in the backstage, as stock as it sounds, definitely are approving of their return.
Miz: “Now last year, there was a bit of a...hiccup, with the awards, in which I got interrupted by not only the greatest wife, but also the greatest soon-to-be mother of TWO, Maryse. But right now, she is home back in our house Hollywood, so I am completely free to host these illustrious awards once more! Now then, without further adieu, why don’t we get right into our first award!”
Miz steps aside and the camera fades in to just showing the screen, with a distinctly female voiceover narrating what is seen on screen, a voice that specifically would be recognized by those in the crowd…
”The Most Shocking Moment of The Year”
The screen then begins fading into different moments of last year, alongside their crowd reactions until finally, it settles, the screen reading “and the nominees are…”
“Jimmy Jacobs stabs Kevin Steen: Cage of Death, Wrestlemania”
The grisly, black-and-white image of the screwdriver being driven right into the gut of Steen, blood being coughed up in a picture-perfect shot.
“Rick Rude wins the Intercontinental Championship: Summerslam”
A more lively image, this of Rude clutching the IC Title after Summerslam, Miz looking on in horror at having lost his title.
“Jimmy Jacobs is axed: Summerslam”
Another black-and-white image, this time on the other end of the so-called spectrum, as Vinny Marseglia has his axe buried deep into the stomach of Jimmy Jacobs, the wound, if colorized, would show the ludicrous amounts of blood pouring out of there, only being limited by the axe staying in place.
The screen then fades back to Miz, standing at the podium with Mizzy award in hand.
Miz: “Now, between those three major options, it was definitely a close call in the votes, but I am happy to say that the winner is…..”
Miz takes the envelope sitting on stage, and opens it up, eyes widening in feigned shock as he would already know who is winning.
Miz: “Jimmy Jacobs getting axed! Could you come collect your award, either Jacobs or Vinny Marseglia?”
Miz stands with the Mizzy in hand, the stock audience still clapping appropriately but dying out finally as those in the actual crowd are confused as to what the agenda behind all of this truly is.
After a few moments, it is obvious that nobody is coming to claim the award, and disappointment crosses Miz’s face.
Miz: “Well, it seems to be obvious that neither man bothered to actually show up to this ILLUSTRIOUS event, but I’m SURE that they both have busy schedules, so the academy will be holding on to this award until one of them opt to claim it. Either way, we move onto another debuting award!”
”Biggest Rising Star”
Before the screen comes in, Miz seems to wave it off.
Miz: “Now, as a brief explanation: Biggest Rising Star is to go to those who debuted within the UWF in the past year, and are still in the UWF to this day. These are the people who I, personally, could believe that if I wasn’t already on the roster, could become UWF Champion someday. So, without further adieu, let’s get to the nominees.”
Finally, the screen zooms in, again the screen reading “and the nominees are…”
Scott Steiner
The shot of Steiner holding the European Championship up after destroying Billy Gunn on Resistance is showcased, his theme song playing for a few seconds as the fans in the crowd boo this.
Velveteen Dream
The booing only intensifies as we get treated to the shot of Velveteen Dream raising the European Championship at Summerslam after winning it in the battle royal, before fading in to him nowadays, Prime Time Championship in hand.
Tomasso Ciampa
The jeering seems to go nuclear when HIS name is brought up, the image showing PROJECT: CIAMPA being hit onto Triple H just a few weeks ago, and then said PROJECT: CIAMPA folder being held up by the man himself.
Aleister Black
The booing seems to subside, but not fully fade away even as the unseen audience is clapping for each of these nominees, Aleister holding the Television Championship after defeating Drew Gulak for it.
The screen then comes back to Miz, who is smiling, looking up at the screen. Envelope and Mizzy already in his hands.
Miz: “Wow, did all four of those men leave impacts on the UWF or what? I mean, three of the four have held championship gold, and the other defeated a so-called major main eventer in King Nothing, but sadly only one of these men can win…”
Miz opens the envelope, and again has the fakest amount of surprise on him as he looks it over with a forced double take.
Miz: “Even I don’t believe it! In an upset, the UWF’s Biggest Rising Star is Aleister Black!”
There is a collective sigh of relief in the crowd that it wasn’t Ciampa, especially after aligning with Johnny Gargano in the Rumble match, but they still are mixed on the winner of the award. Again, though, there is nobody coming to collect.
Miz: “Well, to be blunt, I don’t believe that Aleister Black or his NSDS partner will be showing up to claim their award, especially after the disappointing performance they had in the Royal Rumble and the lack to make up on their deal with me to at least last long enough to be able to work with the A-Lister in eliminating the nWo, Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc, whatever they call themselves, so the academy, once again, will withhold the award until someone comes to claim it.”
Miz, like he did with the other one, hands it off to an off-screen assistant, only their hand being visible, and it’s...nobody special, actually. Either way, Miz continues on after handing off the award.
Miz: “Now, we have the third-to-last award here tonight, it is The Fallen Star award. Now, this specifically goes out to the man who fell the hardest within the UWF this past year.”
”The Fallen Star Award.”
And the nominees are…
Samoa Joe
The clip shown of Joe is not a great one, as he is seen being attacked by both Kenny Omega and Billy Gunn on an episode of Resistance, then fading in to him having lost the UWF International Championship to Kenny Omega.
Triple H
Here is where the crowd are absolutely fed up with this, booing Miz nearly out of the building even with the off-screen audience applauding his nomination, as it shows him at the Royal Rumble, shoulder popped out of place and King Nothing almost on the verge of tears trying to pop it back in.
Jay White
A very modest amount of fans boo this nomination, as most of the others have forgotten him even being in the fed. An accurate summary of his time in the UWF.
The feed comes back to Miz, looking over the remaining three awards.
Miz: “Well, all three of those men have fallen pretty hard, but who fell the hardest? Why, let’s find out!”
Miz opens up the envelope, and a look of disappointment comes across his face.
Miz: “Oh. The winner is Jay White...I mean, I don’t entirely agree with it, especially after seeing that Triple H got shot after shot at Larry Sweeney and continuously failed, and then failed in the Royal Rumble with your’s truly eliminating him and ending his hopes for the night exactly in the way that it should have happened on the Revolution prior to the Rumble...but eh, I guess Jay White makes sense. I mean, who even was he again?”
Miz just tosses the award to the side, the assistant catching it, and he clears his throat and moves on.
Miz: “Alright, the semi-main event in regards to these awards. Returning from last year, it is…”
”The Biggest Loser Award!”
Miz: “Now, I know what you are thinking. Isn’t this the same as the Fallen Star award? No, actually, this award is reserved for those who, in general, failed the absolute hardest over the past year, regardless of if they actually were a star or not!”
And the nominees are…
Matt Sydal
The clip of him jumping off the barricade to the steps from the Rumble is played, only for him to then be eliminated moments later in a (somewhat obvious) cut of the match highlights.
Edge
From Revolution, the absolute beatdown that ensued in his match against Miz, resulting in the Skull Crushing Finale that put him away.
Triple H
Again from the Royal Rumble, this time showing Miz eliminating him from the match.
Vinny Marseglia
More specifically, this is a collection of clips. First, his one-on-one match with Miz, resulting in the roll-up victory for Miz. Then Backlash, where he is taken down by The Hired Gunns, and then Survivor Series where Miz is fighting him off.
Miz: “Wow, all of these men deserve that award, if I’m being honest. I mean, it was definitely a tough call for the committee, but the results for it are in and…”
Miz opens the envelope, and for a brief second a smile is on his face, gleaming at the result before almost too-excitedly grabbing the Mizzy.
Miz: “THE WINNER IS VINNY MARSEGLIA!”
The fans erupt in a mixture of cheers and boos, some seeing the obvious ploy while others see it as a take that to the Horror King.
Miz: “And I know I KNOW, he won the Rumble match, how can he be here?!
Well, there is one...very specific reason. He, has NEVER, beaten me. Not even in the Rumble could he get the job done! So let that hang over you, you C-grade spook! The Miz is still, and always will be, better than you! So go enjoy that Wrestlemania main event, I don’t care, once I come for that title when and if you hopefully beat that cancer Larry Sweeney it is going to be all over for your title reign anyways, and I’ll give you some payback for that little jump scare you pulled on me when you came in the Rumble match!”
Miz then clears his throat, handing the award over silently to the assistant as the crowd in attendance are fully booing Miz now, all of them seeing the clear cheap shot he used that award for.
Miz: “Finally, the big one...this is the one for all the marbles, as it were...it is…..”
The UWF Superstar of the Year!!!
With no time to waste, the feed seems to be ready to go right into the view, but before any nominees are revealed…
Miz: “WAIT, WAIT, TIME OUT! Look, we don’t NEED to go over the nominees because it is obvious! It is 100% obvious who the UWF superstar of the year is, and it is ME! The Miz! Oh I am so happy to receive this award!”
Miz rips open the envelope, and a big crocodile grin is on his face as the paper reads THE MIZ in big, bold lettering. He takes the award, and does a victory lap of sort as the rest of the crowd are booing him nearly out of the building.
Miz: “Firstly, I would like to thank the academy of Mizzys for giving me this most illustrious award, secondly I would like to give thanks to Chris Jericho for being such a fantastic friend of mine and helping me through the tough times I had over the year, and thirdly I would like to give thanks to all of you, yes you at home watching this all, as without you all...well, there simply wouldn’t be a Mizzys! Thank you! Thank you all!”
As Miz is still ecstatic at receiving his award, the fans are just having none of it, Miz not even out in the ring and some of them are throwing trash into the ring, a chant of “THESE WERE RIGGED!” ringing out in the audience but even if they were, Miz doesn’t care as he holds the award, the screen going elsewhere after a few seconds…
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Television Championship! Introducing the challenger...
”IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, GUILLOTINE, YAH!
As the theme hits, the fans immediately know who and what’s coming as Jonah Rock wastes no time arriving from the back and starting his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Adelaide, South Australia. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds. Jonah...Rock!
Jonah arrives at the bottom of the ramp and enters the ring. He’s ready for war.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights fade to black as the beginning of Out of the Black by Royal Blood breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron.
The music begins slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles, all-seeing eyes, and the like, appear on the titantron, along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window.
Aleister begins rising from the mist, stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out into the crowd blankly. He starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland. He is the Television Champion... Aleister... Black!
He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hard cam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner. He then takes off his championship belt and hands it to an official outside.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Jonah immediately goes on the offensive as he punches Black in the throat, connecting flush with the Adam’s apple as Black is rocked backward and is now holding where he was struck and coughing. Rock takes advantage of his opponent’s open mouth and sticks his pointer finger from his right hand in there, fish hooking the Television Champion and pulling him to the side.
At the same time, he kicks the side of Black’s ankle as the leg gives and the combination of that and the being fish hooked results in him being put forcefully and sort of awkwardly to the mat. As Black hits the mat, Jonah backs away before charging him and leaping up, landing on him with an impactful running senton.
Rock is up to his feet soon after as he grabs the ropes and uses them to step up before coming down, straightening his body as he lands as he connects with the Slingshot Splash. Jonah goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
Black gets the shoulder up as Jonah gets to his feet and creates some distance between them. As Black sits up, Jonah walks over quickly and hits him in the top of the head with a stiff elbow shot. He continues to rain down upon his opponent with several more dropped in rapid and brutalizing succession, connecting with various areas of the head, before grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and pulling up as he puts his other hand on Black’s chest and pushes as the defending champ is again put on his back.
Jonah begins kicking Black in the side a few times before grabbing the ropes and connecting with another Slingshot Splash, this time making sure to land so that his knees are driven into the upper body of his opponent. As Black sits up holding his upper body in pain, Jonah guides him to his feet and scoops him up so that he’s holding him horizontally as he curls him upward before falling forward, driving him forcefully against the mat with the Strong Slam!
After impact, he hooks the leg and goes for the cover again.
ONE!
NO!
Aleister gets the shoulder up again as, just like before, Jonah gets up and creates some distance. This time though he doesn’t wait for Black to get up as he goes for a running senton but Black rolls out of the way and Jonah hits nothing but mat. As Jonah gets up, Aleister is to his feet as he goes for a bicycle kick but Jonah steps into it in a way that avoids the kick and allows him to hoist Black up into powerbomb position as he powerbombs him into the nearest corner.
Tom Phillips: Jonah Rock proving to be quite the powerhouse in this exchange!
Mauro Ranallo: What better way to come back into the fold than beating one of the most feared titleholders, guys?Jonah may do just that.
Corey Graves: Where’s WALTER when you need him?
In the ring, Jonah puts one hand under each of Black’s arms and in one swift motion, picks him up and sets him on his feet, headbutting him once he gets there as Aleister staggers back into the corner. Jonah heads over and grabs Black as he begins his ascent to the top turnbuckle, bringing his opponent with him. Once they’re in the high rent district, Jonah hooks his arm around Black’s head and puts Black’s arm where it needs to be as he launches backward and brings the Television Champion crashing down with a Superplex!
Rock gets to his feet, taking a breather before going for his next bit of offense, as Black sits up and crosses his legs, looking at Jonah with a bothered expression.
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo : Jonah’s angered the champ!
Corey Graves: Nice knowing you, kid!
Jonah goes to attack Aleister as he gets up but Black is up quickly enough to smack his arm away and follow up with a devastating Knee Strike that connects flush with the nose as Rock is sent staggering backward into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, the champ connects with a thunderous Big Boot that puts Jonah on the mat as he leaps up and follows with a Double Foot Stomp to the upper body.
Rock sits up groggily as Aleister grabs him and guides him to a vertical base, hitting him with a Chest Kick that sends him toward the ropes on the opposite side of the stage. Black heads to the opposite ropes and launches himself at Jonah but the big man goes low and uses Black’s momentum to send him up and over the top rope. Unbeknownst to Jonah, Black lands on the apron and as Rock turns around, Aleister uses the top rope to launch himself into the ring and bring his opponent down with a Meteora!
Black goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
Jonah manages to kick out as Aleister gets up and creates some distance between them. The challenger gets to his feet laughing at the champion as Black charges and takes out his footing with a Kitchen Sink, leaving Jonah in a seated position. Black turns and immediately kicks him in the back of the head, before pulling him backward and slamming his head against the mat and then following up with a knee drop to the face.
Black grabs Jonah’s wrists and drags him close to the nearest corner, sitting him up as he slumps over due to daze. Aleister now climbs up to the top rope and stands, yelling, ”How’s this for a Guillotine?” before leaping off and connecting with a Double Foot Stomp onto the slouched over body of Jonah Rock!
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Aleister Black may have just severed the spine of his opponent on that landing!
Mauro Ranallo: If this was a Mortal Kombat fight, we would’ve surely just seen Jonah’s skeletal system crack!
Corey Graves: I mean it took a few months for them to arrest Marty Scurll for what he did so surely the Television Champion can get away with murder, right?
In the ring, Jonah remains slumped over with his arms outstretched forward and his forehead to the mat. Aleister looks at this as he walks over and guides Jonah back up to where he’s sitting up straight before pushing him as he flops over onto his back. Black grabs his ankle and drags him away from the corner a bit before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
The fans in attendance can’t believe it. The commentators can’t believe it. But most of all, Aleister Black can’t believe it. At the last possible moment, Jonah has gotten the shoulder up. Black gets up, running his hands through his hair as he stands there in disbelief. Jonah puts his hands down at his sides as he starts to push off the mat, getting back to a sitting position.
As he starts climbing to his feet, Black throws a punch but Jonah ducks it and dives at the left leg of his opponent, taking it out as Black falls forward but puts his hands down to catch himself. Jonah gets up and kicks him in the side of the head to send him to the mat as he rolls over onto his back and as he’s left looking at the lights, Jonah goes after the bad leg again.
Tom Phillips: Jonah smells blood in the water!
Mauro Ranallo: I guess Aleister’s been protecting that leg, even when he was fighting with it, but Jonah’s putting a stop to that with a direct attack!
Corey Graves: I want to know how Jonah’s still able to move after that Double Foot Stomp he took! He’s a rare breed.
In the ring, Jonah has delivered several stomps to the leg as Aleister sits up clutching it in pain. Rock goes for a punch to the head but Black blocks it, pushing his arm away as he manages to climb to his feet. As he still has hold of Jonah’s fist, he swings his own arm around so that Jonah punches himself with his own fist. As Rock is dazed, Aleister goes for the Black Mass but Rock ducks it and as the two men turn so that they’re facing one another again, Jonah turns the champion inside out with a Burning Lariat!
The contender is feeling the adrenaline rush as he rolls Aleister over and goes to stand at his legs, as he leans down and grabs him, then lifts him straight from the mat to the height that he can lift and falls into a seated position, driving Black hard against the mat.
Tom Phillips: He just dead lifted the Television Champion into a sit-out powerbomb!
Mauro Ranallo: With their combined heights, that means Jonah lifted all two hundred plus of Aleister Black and dropped him from twelve feet up!
Corey Graves: Freakish resolve, inhuman stamina, monster strength! Getting this man was a huge coup for Revolution!
Jonah rolls out of the predicament and gets to his feet, noticeably winded from what just occurred as well as what’s gone down in this match. He points over to the ringside area where the Television Championship is and then points at himself, gesturing that it’s going around his waist. He heads over to Black and grabs one of his wrists and one of his ankles as he drags him toward the corner and angles him in the right position.
Jonah goes up top and leaps off, looking for the Monsta Splash but Black rolls out of the way and Rock hits nothing but canvas. As he pops back up, Aleister connects with the Black Mass as the contender goes down. However as Black goes for the cover, Rock rolls under the bottom rope and falls to the outside floor.
Tom Phillips: Maybe it’s instinct, maybe it’s strategy. Either way, you can’t get pinned out there.
Mauro Ranallo: That’s true but you can get counted out though so Jonah needs to be mindful of that regardless of why he’s out there.
Corey Graves: Might be the only way Black leaves with the championship tonight so if I’m him, I’d try to keep Jonah Rock on the outside as long as possible if not the full ten count.
Aleister exits the ring, restarting the count right as it begins, as the referee now begins to count both men out.
ONE!
Black grabs Jonah and starts guiding him upward.
TWO!
As he gets him halfway up, he turns and starts toward the ring post.
THREE!
Jonah is thrown shoulder first into the ring post, connecting with a sickening and audible impact.
FOUR!
As Jonah lies there holding his shoulder, Black climbs up onto the apron.
FIVE!
Jonah sits up still holding his shoulder and tries to will himself to his feet as Black is sizing him up.
SIX!
Jonah gets to a vertical base as he starts looking for his opponent.
SEVEN!
The challenger turns around gradually as Black is clearly anticipating it excitedly.
EIGHT!
As Jonah turns around, Aleister goes for a Diving Meteora but Jonah manages to dive into the ring to avoid it as Black’s knees collide hard with the outside floor!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Aleister Black’s knees may have just been shattered on that landing!
Black is writhing around on the outside floor as Jonah climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Tom Phillips: What’s he doing?
Completely throwing caution to the wind, Jonah leaps off and connects with the Monsta Splash on the outside!
Corey Graves: This guy’s out of his mind!
Tom Phillips: No guts, no glory, partner.
Mauro Ranallo: If they were inside the ring or this was Falls Count Anywhere, we might have a new champion right now!
Not long after impact, Jonah rolls off of and away from Black, holding his shoulder as the landing didn’t do him any favors. Meanwhile, Aleister is in a world of pain as he’s holding his abdomen with one hand and rubbing his bad leg with the other. The referee begins his count again.
ONE!
Both men start weakly getting to a seated position, Jonah still holding his shoulder and Black now holding his abdominal area with both hands.
TWO!
Both men are sitting up now as they shoot each other a glance, pain in their expression but also an unwavering intensity.
THREE!
Black grabs the ringside barricade and starts pulling himself upward as Jonah grabs the ring apron and starts to do the same.
FOUR!
Both men are gradually getting to their feet, their legs wobbling violently.
FIVE!
The champion gets to a vertical base but his bad leg buckles and he goes downward, resting on his forearm on the barricade.
SIX!
Jonah is now to a vertical base as well as he starts to climb onto the apron.
SEVEN!
Aleister straightens up and turns, putting weight on his bad leg as he starts hobbling towards the ring.
EIGHT!
Jonah manages to push up and swing his lower body up onto the apron as Black starts losing his balance but uses it to his advantage as he hobbles quickly and catches himself on the apron.
NINE!
Jonah and Aleister are forced to take a brief breather.
TE...
Before the, ‘n’ sound can leave the referee’s mouth, Jonah rolls into the ring as Aleister dives into it. Everyone watching is in disbelief that they made it as Jonah manages to kip up to his feet and Black is able to roll forward on top of his head and spring to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Wow! Where’d that come from?
Mauro Ranallo: We’re in the final stretch, gentlemen. Both champion and challenger are on their final reserve of energy.
Corey Graves: That’s too bad, I could watch these two slug it out all night!
The two men approach each other quickly and start throwing and landing punches at the same time. Black suddenly smacks one of Jonah’s punches away with his free hand though and hits him with a Chest Kick that sends him into the ropes. As Rock comes off the ropes, he goes for a Burning Lariat but Aleister manages to duck it and as Jonah turns after not connecting, the champion blasts him in the face with a Black Mass!
Jonah staggers after being hit but doesn’t go down as Aleister hits him with another Black Mass from the other side but Jonah just staggers the other way. Black lets him stagger to create some distance and charges but as he does, Jonah hits him in the face with a forearm strike. Rock grabs him and holds him in position for the Strong Slam but as he curls upward, he suddenly stops and brings Aleister down to where he was initially holding him.
Dizzily, he drops Aleister rather sloppily as he collapses, one foot on the mat and the knee on his other leg also to the mat. Black gets up and briefly takes time to behold the sight as he hits Jonah with yet another Black Mass, taking him completely to the mat this time. Aleister makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the Television Champion, Aleister....Black!
Aleister gets up, looking down at Jonah as the referee brings him his Television Championship and raises his arm.
Tom Phillips: Well when Aleister Black made that open challenge, I don’t think he knew just how much he was biting off.
Mauro Ranallo: What a showing from Jonah Rock. It took three Black Mass kicks to finally put him down. Three!
Corey Graves: The future’s bright for both of these competitors if they keep things up. Revolution can certainly benefit from a hungry up-and-comer like Jonah and a champion like Black.
As Black celebrates his victory, Revolution continues.
The performance center of the UWF, one of the many rings in the training area of the facility. That is where Kevin Steen practices, running the ropes like he hasn’t missed a day of “work”. The only sounds being heard are the shuffling of feet and pounding of the mat as various other UWF hopefuls work on their techniques, on their promo ability, or whatever else is needed. As for Steen, he isn’t sure why he is here as he continues to run the ropes, coming to a stop just to do a swift, crisp back bump that leaves a heavy thud in the airwaves. Approaching the ring is Renee Young, who just looks on for a few seconds at Steen, hard at work. After another back bump from Steen, he comes to a stop as he sees Renee looking on, the rest of the hopefuls seeming to have cleared the area.
Renee: “Why are you here, Kevin?”
Steen: “I could be asking you the same thing, I am trying to train here, since it’s not even been a week since I came back here, and you are here interrupting me.”
Renee: ”No, I’m serious Kevin, why are you here. Not training, I mean here, in the UWF. I mean, was getting stabbed not enough for you?”
Renee’s words cut deep, a bit too deep for Steen, but all he can muster is a sigh, rolling out of the ring and sitting on the apron.
Steen: ”Do you remember, what I had told you when I came back...the last time?”
A moment of no response gives Steen all he needs. He shifts, grabbing the bottom rope with both hands behind him, and seeming to rock back and forth.
Steen: ”Of course not...of course you wouldn’t.
I’ve seen what has gone on since I was gone, in between the surgery, the rehab, the time spent with family, I’ve been keeping up. Seeing what Larry Sweeney has done since I...well, you know.”
Steen lifts up his shirt, and reveals a scar, of course it coming from that match.
Steen: ”2 months. For 2 months, I was in the hospital day in, day out. Being monitored, at first being bed-ridden, and then having to get back into shape, always under watch...but it was the first time that I saw the scar, that is what left an impact. My family were gone for the day, and I was trying to get back into ring shape, and I just look into a mirror after finishing a set of bicep curls, and I just see this...this small scar. And I should know what it is, I should know why it is there...but it was just this reminder. And I nearly fainted, right then and there. I hadn’t seen my scar until then, and I just...lost it. I broke the mirror, threw the weight right at it and watched it shatter into a million tiny pieces.”
Steen looks away after that, chuckling. Renee though, doesn’t see the humor in it, instead just listening with intent.
Steen: ”Made me pay to replace the damn thing too, got nearly forty bucks out of me...but that’s besides the point. I’ve seen what has gone on in the UWF, and between watching the man who stabbed me get his karma in the form of an axe from Vinny Marseglia, to seeing the laughing stock of a UWF Champion we have running around with his goons like a villain off an old saturday morning cartoon...it didn’t make me sick, but it was just making me itch to return, you know? And finally, at Royal Rumble, I was able to scratch that itch for the first time in almost a year. And, just to set the record straight since people have been bombarding my twitter about it...what I did to the nWo wasn’t me saving Kenny Omega. I’m not Kenny Omega’s friend, and really I don’t have time for friends in this company...not anymore. I did what I did because I wanted to, and that’s that.”
Renee: ”So, you’re back because you got the itch to return? Sorry, Kevin, but that isn’t you. Come on, you’re alone here.”
Steen: ”You didn’t let me finish, Renee. Yes, I came back due to that itch, but that came months ago. I tried to put it off, focus on something else...took up a hobby, car models, actually. But over time, I just...I had to come back. I couldn’t think of anything else. So one day, I went to Owen and I told him ‘Owen, daddy’s got to go for a while. He has something to take care of. Tell your mother that I love her, and I’ll be back in a week or two.’ and just left. Whether he knew that this was the business I had to take care of or not, I’m not too sure. But once I talked to Ethan and Spud...Drake, whatever his name is now, about it, they actually seemed surprised that I wanted to come back.”
Renee: ”I mean, I would be too, considering what you went through. But how was dealing with Ethan? The two of us know that usually chats between the two of you go about as well as a political debate in the US.”
Steen: ”Actually, Renee, it was quite nice. I wouldn’t say that we buried the hatchet, but I feel like it was still a much better time than usual. I don’t know, he seemed on edge though, talking to me.”
Renee looks somewhat impressed with Steen, part of it in shock from how he usually would be, but the other part almost in respect for the assumption of him changing over the time he was gone. That hangs for a few seconds until..
Renee: ”So...then what was it you told me back then?”
Steen: ”Well, it is a bit fuzzy, but it went something along the lines of: I don’t want people to just remember Kevin Steen as the guy who Jimmy Jacobs stabbed at Wrestlemania, or the guy who lost to The Great Khali. When I came back last time, I tried to make a difference, but this time…”
Steen trails off at the end, unsure how to continue himself.
Renee: ”What about this time? You finally able to answer why you came back?”
Steen: ”What else can I do? I’ve been doing this nearly 20 years, Renee, I just need something and here...here is the place that gives me what I want, and what I want is to fight. Fight until my body finally breaks down from the years of bruises and bumps.”
Steen doesn’t give Renee the chance to respond as he gets off the apron, landing on his feet and brushing past, heading straight for the door without second thoughts. He doesn’t even give a look back towards her as he goes through the doors, leaving Renee alone as the feed carries on…
The scene opens to see a Black Rose on a screen. It burns, and withers up. The flame even has no colour. Just a white in the monotone scene. As it shall remain forever.
Adrian Neville: “Burning… dying… withering… like a rose. A man like Kevin Steen would be. In age, not old, experience? A veteran. Yet withering and deteriorating. Sad, in truth. But a man like that, what more would you expect. Appear with intentions that failed, only to prove the unreliability.”
“Pathetic, and pointless. Just like a burning rose. An image, but not a purpose. A man, yet no fight left in him. A relentless destroyer of men, that’s what he used to be. In the past… as he should’ve stayed. A kind memory he should’ve remained. But for the Black Rose is here, and that kind memory shall be smeared across the surface of this tainted company.”
“Look at the men in charge. Biased. Look at the men at the bottom. Fickle. For if Austin was in charge, we’d all be in a better situation. Mr Maverick on the other hand? Is nothing more than a blind bat. A code in the system so blind to who he truly is, and who is around him. A new order? We are the only one that matters.”
The camera cuts to Neville in a dark room. He looks dead into the camera, with imposing figure.
“Wish a new order, for this will be the only time you’ll be able to create one. Know what we control, and for a clique of idiots, is very much on the radar of me and the cause. Mystery contrives us, and anarchy will be left in our way. It all starts tonight.”
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The crowd come near unglued as Kevin Steen begins walking out, a swagger in each and every step he takes that just reads to both his opponent and those in the crowd that whoever is unlucky enough to face him is going to get destroyed, and the fans are loving it, chanting out “KILL STEEN KILL!” as he makes his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Marieville, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 240 lbs, Kevin Steen!
As the fans continue to chant on, Steen gets to the steel steps and takes each one slowly, taking his time to get up to the apron and entering the ring, the same expression on his face as with all of his matches. He climbs up the steel steps one at a time, then finally getting into the ring, full focus on the match at-hand.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The song “Fine Again” by Seether blasts into the arena and it falls into practical darkness. The lyrics ring out and the depressing tone continues to play throughout the arena. The images of the titanton play out and the arena prepares for an arrival.
“AND I AM AWARE NOW,
HOW EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE,
ONE DAY TOO LATE,
I’M IN HELL”
As the guitar hits in Adrian Neville drifts through the curtain, methodically walking down the ramp. He has no special entrance attire, just his wrestling gear. He walks to the rhythm of his music and doesn’t make eye contact with anything.
Tony Chimel: “Weighing in tonight at 194lbs, from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, “The Black Rose” Adrian Neville!”
Neville gets down to the ring, and then turns to walk around the ring before getting into it. Neville then rolls into the ring, and puts his foot up on the ropes and then leans forward to taunt the crowd.
Neville then gets down off the ropes and heads into the corner awaiting the match to begin. He then settles down and squats down to the bottom turnbuckle.
DING DING!
That bell rings and Steen simply stomps right across the ring with that classic "KILL STEEN KILL!" chant washing over the ring. Kevin tries to tie up with Neville, but as he goes for the grapple the nimble-footed Brit spins into a kick to the gut that has Steen lean right into a back elbow that catches him flush on the jaw and sends him staggering backward. Neville then takes a run at the bigger man and jumps, connecting flush with a dropkick to the chest that sends Steen back into the ropes. As Steen rebounds, Neville kicks the leg out from under him, then traps him in a quick heel hook! Steen is caught by surprise and suffers for a few moments in the hold before pulling back his other leg and booting Neville right in the face, forcing the Black Rose to release the hold as he rolls away, gets to his feet and spits. Steen is up fairly quickly, as well, but Neville beats him there and charges, attempting a step-up enzuigiri! Steen, however, deflects the kick with one hand and as Neville flops onto the canvas, the longest-reigning world champion in UWF history leaps into the air and crushes him with a quick senton! Steen stays on top for the cover.
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Tom Phillips: A quick counter into a senton there and Kevin Steen gets a one-count on the first pinfall attempt of the match.
Mauro Ranallo: Adrian Neville, moments ago, had Kevin Steen in a heel hook and he may have betrayed his strategy early on. If he is indeed targetting the leg of the former champion, that's brilliant. Steen will have a hard time fighting if he hasn't got a leg he can stand on.
Corey Graves: Mamma mia, Mauro, I've actually missed having your observations on this desk! It's music to my ears after months of listening to Phillips' vapid commentary.
Steen pulls Neville up to his feet and ties him up, then drives him back into a corner. When he gets him there, Steen grabs Neville by the jaw and props his head up as he cocks back a fist and straight up slugs him in the face. The fans "ooh!" as the meaty blow lands with a loud pop, and Steen then steps back to the corner opposite his foe as Neville is shaken by the blow, then charges him looking for a splash! Neville, however, stumbles out of the corner to the side and Steen collides with the turnbuckles before the Brit Irish whips Steen into the opposite corner, then charges in and connects with a European uppercut! As Steen eats that blow, Neville brings him out of the corner in a side headlock and performs a simple hip toss before going for a cover of his own.
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Mauro Ranallo: These two men trying to make quick work of one another here and I think it's because they are both well aware of what the other is capable of doing if this match goes long.
Corey Graves: It's been a long while since Adrian Neville was last seen here in the UWF, but I remember his heyday on Thunder as one of the very few men who, with men, could take the fight to the Cartel. If he's one half the man he was then, Steen has an opponent he'd pay dearly to underestimate.
Neville pulls Steen to his feet and then grabs his wrist and slips his head in under the arm, lifting him up and over for a slam. Steen's spine bounces off the ring but Neville allows no separation as he keeps the arm locked up, then starts smacking Steen upside the head. The fans hit the Black Rose with some heat over that, but the blows that were intended to take the wind out of Steen's sails instead only fuel him with something approximating anger as he pushes up to his feet and pulls Neville into a forearm to the face. The Brit reels, but as Steen closes the gap to punish him, Neville spins into a kick to the leg he had isolated earlier and the big man goes down to the canvas. As Steen quickly tries to recover, Neville hits the ropes and by the time the Canadian is up, albeit doubled over, Neville hoofs him in the side of the head and he stumbles toward the ropes! Steen balances himself on the top rope as he shakes his head, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Neville charges right at him, but this time, Steen steps up as Neville leaps at him and catches him, then spins him into the Go Home Driver! The fans pop at this as Steen hooks the leg.
Tom Phillips: What a counter by Kevin Steen!
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Neville gets the shoulder up and the fans collectively "oh!" at this. Steen simply sits up and nods, muttering, "OK." Then he gets to his feet and hauls Neville up to his own, but as he does, Neville grabs him on either side of the head and drops down with a sitout facebuster! Steen's body lifts off the canvas and he falls to the side, cradling his chin. As the fans buzz and the official contemplates starting a count on the two men, Neville kips up!
Mauro Ranallo: Adrian Neville has found a second gear after that devastating Go Home Driver!
Neville starts lining up Steen as he fights to one knee, waiting for the Canadian to find his feet. Eventually, Kevin does and Neville charges, kicking him square in the chest with both boots! Steen falls through the ropes to the outside and Neville gets right back to his feet. As the Canadian slowly lumbers to his vertical base, Neville runs the ropes opposite and then flips right over the top rope into a corkscrew suicide plancha that takes Steen to the floor! The fans actually pop at the athletic maneuver, in spite of their general dislike for the man who executed it. Neville gets to his feet and pulls Steen up to his own, then rolls him into the ring before climbing up onto the apron and pointing to the corner. The fans pop at this, but as they do, Neville laughs and thumbs his nose at them before grabbing the top rope, leaping up onto it, and moonsaulting his way down onto Steen! Neville stays on top for the cover.
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The fans pop as Steen gets his shoulder up. Neville seems annoyed, but not particularly surprised.
Corey Graves: Kevin Steen, "Mr. Wrestling" himself, is tough as nails. Look at the punishment he has withstood. He's just plain refusing to be kept down for a three-count.
The Black Rose pulls Steen to his feet, but as he does, Steen shoves him away. Neville charges and leaps up onto his shoulders to attempt a frankensteiner, but Steen stops the downward momentum by planting his feet and then deadlifts Neville's weight before running to the corner and powerbombing him into the top turnbuckle! Neville slides down to a seated position in the corner as Steen stumbles to the corner opposite, the fans chanting "KILL STEEN KILL!" Kevin gives his head a shake, wipes the sweat from his face, takes one good look at his enemy and then charges in and hits the cannonball!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Adrian Neville flattened by a cannonball! This could be the end!
Steen grabs Neville by one ankle and drags him out of the corner, the fans still chanting for him. He turns and steps between the legs, then starts positioning Neville for the Sharpshooter, but before he can turn him over Neville pulls him in and rolls him up! The fans start to boo almost immediately as the official falls in for the count!
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Tom Phillips: 2 and 3/4 there on the cheeky rollup!
Neville gets to his feet quickly, but so does Steen. The Black Rose rushes in and leaps, this time successful in hitting the running hurricanrana takedown! Steen lands seated and Neville hits the ropes in front of him, then comes back with a basement dropkick to the face! The fans are booing loudly now as Neville rolls out under the rope and onto the apron, then starts climbing up top!
Corey Graves: The end is near for Mr. Wrestling! The Black Rose is loading his bow...
Neville starts to perform his taunt, but as he does, Steen surges to life and leaps at him, grabbing the foot and ripping him down so he lands on his tailbone on the top turnbuckle! Neville cries out in pain as Steen climbs up to the second rope and grabs him in a clutch, then hits a superplex from the top rope! The fans pop for this, but neither man is moving and the official starts a count, reaching six before any signs of life are evident. It's at this point that Steen manages to drag himself to the ropes and starts using them to get to his feet. Neville reaches a corner at around the same time, and both men are vertical before either of them acts. It's then that Neville charges at Steen, but Mr. Wrestling stumbles away from the ropes and pops him up, then hits the Pop-up Powerbomb, sitting out for the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: Pop-up powerbomb! That's got to be it!
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, "Mr. Wrestling,"
KEVIN STEEN!
Tom Phillips: A huge momentum boost for the returning longest-reigning world champion in UWF history as Mr. Wrestling himself gets a win over the Black Rose Adrian Neville!
Mauro Ranallo: This match had everything. Power moves. Acrobatics. Plenty of back-and-forth action but in the end, Kevin Steen just outlasted his opponent for a win.
Corey Graves: As much as can be said for Steen getting the W here, the Black Rose still looked very good in defeat. He was just moments away from sealing the deal with a Black Arrow. Maybe next time!
The fans are chanting "KILL STEEN KILL!" as the Canuck gets to his feet and paces back and forth, clearly hyped from his victory. Neville rolls out of the ring to regroup with Nigel McGuinness, who has made his way down from the back, and the two stare angrily at Steen as the feed moves along.
The cameras shift backstage once again, as Charly Caruso is seen standing by in the stock standard Revolution interview area.
Charly: ”Hello everyone this is Charly Caruso currently standing by alongside The Miz-”
Before she can continue, the camera pans out to show Miz standing next to her, hand right in front of her face, and the other guiding her hand carrying the microphone to his face.
Miz: ”Actually, Charly, that is The UWF’s A-Lister and Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History, The Miz, thank you very much.”
Miz retracts the hand, and Charly just rolls her eyes at his interruption.
Charly: ”Right...anyways, Miz. I wanted to ask you what your plans were now heading into Wrestlemania, after your prediction of winning the Royal Rumble match failed to pan out. I mean, another loss like that must have been devastating for you, no?”
Miz: ”Charly, last night wasn’t a loss for The Miz. No, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Sure, I didn’t WIN the Royal Rumble match like I had guaranteed, but you always gotta look at the positives, and when it comes to my Sunday night performance, I can say that, without a doubt, I was one of the top performers in that Royal Rumble match. I had to go into that match with no allies, Aleister Black not holding up his end of the deal and instead faltering, and Chris Jericho being so wrongfully teamed up on! I mean, a complete travesty, but I see why it was done. They had to take out the biggest threat, and the men in the ring knew that if Jericho ‘woke up’, they were all going to be in trouble, especially for when I’d come out.
As for my performance, I mean what exactly do you want me to say? We all saw that footage, and I scored not just one, but TWO major eliminations, AND in actuality should have gotten the assist for that elimination on Kevin Nash since it was me who distracted him enough for Janela to realize his place in the match and take out Nash and himself to make my night easier. But outside of me living to my promise of making sure it was anybody not in the nWo who won the Rumble, I FINALLY, after almost a full year, got my revenge on that so-called Swiss Superman Cesaro, who really did make like Superman and flew! He flew straight over that top rope, that is!”
Miz has himself a hell of a laugh at saying that, the people in attendance booing as it seems Miz has gone back to his ‘roots’, so to speak.
Miz: “Oh, but that wasn’t all Charly! After all the talk, all the buildup, all of the unnecessary chatter coming from him about me just being some annoyance, I got my revenge for the stunt he pulled in that battle royal on Revolution! I ELIMINATED Triple H, and hopefully after the boot to his shoulder it won’t just be an elimination from that match, but one from the entire UWF roster! And if he is gone, then I just got one thing to say…
THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE KING, THE KING…..OF AWESOME!”
Miz again begins laughing rather loudly, as Charly retracts the microphone he continues on, but drowned out by the sound crew in the back, lowering him so she can still speak.
Charly: ”Alright, but what about your elimination from said Royal Rumble match at the hands of The Velveteen Dream? He does have the Prime Time Championship which he is defending tonight, and if he wins against Jey Uso, that will guarantee him a shot at the Intercontinental Championship, which is still held by the man who beat you, Rick Rud-”
As Charly has been talking, Miz has slowly stopped laughing and lost the smile that was on his face, and once Rude is brought up, Miz snatches away the microphone.
Miz: ”Why, in the hell, should I give any care to Velveteen Dream?! So he could go on to face Rick Rude for the Intercontinental Championship, so what? Just because Rude held the Intercontinental Championship longer than me doesn’t make him a better champion than I was! I at least DEFENDED my championship regularly! And as for Velveteen Dream, let me just say this to you, kid. You got LUCKY, that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t toss me over the top rope, NOBODY in fact, tossed me over the top rope. I slipped, all that happened during that big boot was that The Miz slipped! That is what happened, end of discussion.”
The fans are completely against Miz now, booing him heavily as he turns his head towards where the gorilla position would be located, but also angled upwards as if talking to the crowd themselves.
Miz: ”I SAID END OF DISCUSSION!”
The direct address to them from Miz only gets them even hotter against him, but he pays no mind turning back to Charly Caruso.
Miz: ”You know who I do care about though? The so-called Horror King, Vinny Marseglia, because when I saw from the back that he won the Royal Rumble...I’ll admit, for a small, miniscule second...I was jealous. I was jealous of him being the winner, since it should have been me had I not slipped over the top rope...but then, it hit me. Oh sure, he won the Royal Rumble...but what exactly does that change? All it makes him is a fake king with a title shot, I’m still better than him! He still hasn’t beaten me, whether it be one-on-one, in a tag match, in the Royal Rumble, it has always been me who got the last laugh!”
Miz takes a quick breath in, chuckling to himself as a small grin comes onto his face.
Miz: ”You know what Vinny Marseglia is, Charly?”
Charly: ”Well, outside of The Horror King, the King of the Ring winner, the Royal Rumble winner...what is he?”
Miz: ”He’s like Bird Box...you remember that movie, right? The critics seemed to be unable to get enough of it, it was hyped up to hell and back and then back to hell again as it seems it couldn’t be advertised enough! It was on the radio, all over the news, on TV stations across the country...but then it comes out and just...sucks. It’s like Vinny Marseglia. He is hyped up, oh he’s the Horror King, he is the KOTR winner, the Royal Rumble winner! He is hyped up beyond all belief to be the end-all, be-all! But then, when it comes time for him to face off against me...well, he just sucks. He has no answers for me, I’m like his kryptonite!”
Miz tonight seems to be almost mad man-like with the amount of laughter he has “gifted” to the UWF Universe, which they respond with in kind by booing him relentlessly, a massive change from the brief period where they cheered him. Suddenly, a gleam is shown from his eyes as an idea pops into his head. The laughter ceasing, but the smile continuing on, he takes the microphone for himself and steps away from Caruso, the camera focused on him.
Miz: ”So, Vinny...I have a proposition for you, a challenge...you and me, one on one. Mano y mano, king...versus king. You want your revenge over me, and I want to make a statement: the not-so-bold, as it is factual claim that I am the one who, had it not been for a single slip, would have won the Royal Rumble. And I’m not asking for you to put your title shot on the line or anything like that, no...I just want to give you the chance to try and shut me up, try to be fair to the Horror King. So Vinny, what shall it be? COME ON, I’M RIGHT HERE!”
Miz stands there, waiting for a response while looking around, and after a few minutes he breaks into a full toothy grin, shaking his head whilst putting his hand onto his forehead. After a few seconds, he walks back to Charly.
Miz: ”You see Charly? Nothing, not even a peep from The Horror King. In the words of that laughingstock of a former European Champion, Vinny Marseglia KNOWS he can’t beat me, and is not even going to try! So then-”
Miz spins in place to perfectly be facing the camera.
Miz: ”I want you all to remember this day, the day that Vinny Marseglia came to his senses, and recognized who the true king of the UWF is...and when the day comes, because it WILL come, that I am the man holding that UWF Championship, you will all be on your knees, to pay homage to the TRUE king of the UWF, KINNNNGGGGG…..AAAAAWWWWWEEEEESSSSSOOOOOMMMMMEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!”
With that, Miz hands the microphone back over to Caruso and walks off, a smile plastered on his face out of pride for what he has supposedly done, the cameras going elsewhere…
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic (that cool new one) to a feed from somewhere backstage. The screen atypically broadcasts the scene in a grainy black-and-white. This upsets the fans. They know what it means. It’s quickly clear that they’re seeing the nWo’s backstage “clubhouse”, with all members of the nefarious faction present and accounted for, save the notable exception of Edge. A few are sitting around a table, slammin’ cold ones, while others are lounging about casually or throwing darts at a board with a picture of Stone Cold Steve Austin taped on it. Notable are all the UWF title belts around the room. That said, they looker kinda… bored.
Larry Sweeney leans back in his chair, puffing a cigar with a world title belt draped over either shoulder. He coughs up a lungfull before tossing the cigar in the trash..
Sweeney: Ugh! Disgusting! Are ya kiddin’ me with that? I tell ya boys, these Argentinians don’t know a God damn thing about rollin’ a cigar! It’s like suckin’ on a tail pipe! Blegh!
He turns his head and spits on the floor. Nearby, Kyle walks over to collect his darts from the board. He’s managed to land all three of his throws in Stone Cold’s picture eyes with disturbing accuracy. The Diabetic Dragon says something about Austin under his breath that nobody else hears, but surely it isn’t good. His little smirk afterward indicates as much. The boy spends too much time in his own head.
Sweeney: I’m not even booked tonight, but here I am, tryin’ to be the world champion this company needs, and they don’t even have a segment for me? Kenny Omega got a whole freakin’ celebration party when he won his title. Where’s my pomp and circumstance? How come these Argentinian peasants aren’t throwin’ me a fiesta? Ha! I’ll tell ya why! Cause this whole country’s run by bums! It’s a stretch to even call it a country! I’ve worked towns with more people than this whole nation calls citizens! It’s embarrassing, booking the UWF here. It’s a sham. And a shame. And good God almighty, am I bored out of my brain.
Nash: Can we talk about conspiracies for a moment? Like the one about how a guy the size of Janela, who’s like what 5’10? Weighs about a buck-twenty? How’d he get me to go over the rope? I think somebody loosened those ropes.
Christian swipes through his phone, his feet propped up against the cleared poker table.
Christian: But Larry, how could you be bored when we could go out and do some mountain trailing? Or look at a frozen glacier in Perito Moreno?... This sucks a big fat can of suckatude. You know your country’s in the dump when you have nothing to do. All I could find are some facts about the place. They like two things, farming, and soccer. This is the lame version of Brazil. I’d take Cinco De Mayo any day. Food, drinks, music, the women. They’d know how to party for a couple of champs like the nWo.
Nash: There was a song about Argentina...how did it go?
Kyle, without being asked, submits a fact of his own.
KO’R: There’s this guy from here named Robledo Puch but they call him “The Angel of Death” or “The Black Angel”. We’re talking eleven confirmed kills. We’re talking seventeen successful robberies. We’re talking two kidnappings, two thefts, one rape. I mean, yeah, sure obviously a monster, but a master of the craft to. Can’t take that away from him.
The boys aren’t really sure how to unpack any of that, so, after an eerie silence, continue their own conversation.
Bischoff: Well, we may not have won the Rumble, but we still have the tag team tournament. First round should be easy enough. Then, whoever wins between those other sets of guys that nobody really has even heard about, that will be another easy round...it’s almost like we’ve got a man on the inside who is making things a little bit easier for us, isn’t it?
Nash: I know a chick sang the song...it may have even been in a movie….gah, what was it?
Hall: I know what you mean, Easy E. What do you think is Drake’s plan? Seems like he’s an alright dude and everything, but can you ever really trust management?
Hall pulls out a cigar case and starts puffing on one to light it. He blows out an enormous cloud of smoke, which peaks Sweeney’s interest. Almost as if Sweeney is salivating. Hall offers one to Sweeney.
Hall: Cuban?
Christian: Dude! Where did you get Cubans? We’re, like, in Argentina!
Hall, Nash, Bischoff, Rude, and Sweeney turn to look at Christian. Kyle does the same after noticing that he’s the odd man out.
Hall: I was Razor Ramon, man. I’ve got connections.
Bischoff laughs.
Bischoff: I think we will be surprised at just how easy to work with Drake is going to be. Much better than Stone Cold ever was. He seems to think the same way that we do and seems to support our cause.
Taking a cigar generously offered by his new pal, Sweeney gives it the obligatory slide n’ sniff, cuts the tip like a Jewish doctor and lights ‘er up before indulging.
Sweeney: Ah! Now that’s the stuff! The powers that be strand us in some bush-league country nobody’s ever even heard of, but leave it the nWo to come in and make it all better! Haha!
KO’R: That’s a metaphor.
Sweeney: Sure. Why not. Now speaking of, let’s talk gardening. Yeah, that’s right, even Larry Sweeney knows a thing or two about gardening! Just full of surprises, me. Actually, there’s nothin’ to it. Dig out the weeds, tend to the flowers. Ya gotta nurture ‘em. Give ‘em some love. But by God, those weeds gotta go. Steve Austin, now that’s the most toxic, dirty rotten weed there is, mark my words. But Drake Maverick…
The thought trails off as Rick Rude begins whistling a tune. Nash raises his eyebrows and gawks at Rude.
Nash: Hey! That’s it! Da da daaaa, dee dee da daa dee….good God man, tell me what the name of the song is!
Rude continues to whistle with a smirk on his face, just to irritate Nash.
Hall: Man, I even googled the best bars in Argentina before we landed...there’s literally nothing to do in this shit hole.
Hall reaches under the table and pulls out a bottle of Tequila. It looks expensive. The name sounds even more expensive.
Hall: I say we do shots and play some poker. Maybe through that we will find a game plan. Somebody grab us some shot glasses.
Rick rummages around in the gym bag in the floor beside of him. One by one he starts pulling out shot glasses. Then he pulls out a stack of papers with a big grin on his face. Hall pours the shots as Nash and Christian and Bischoff try to see what papers Rude has. They each take a shot.
Rude: Remember that night that we popped up on Resistance? Remember that business that I had to attend to? Well, it wasn’t just taking off a certain Irish wildflower off my personal bucketlist...there were other things that I took care of. Gentlemen, behold...the personnel files of every member of the Resistance roster.
nWo (collectively): Ooooooooooooh.
Rude: Now, I’ve obviously taken liberties to cull the dead weight that have already rose up against us: Omega, Hardy, Juicy Juice, Steiner, etc. What’s left is...well...sad, really. So, seeing as we’re in the armpit of Argentina with nothing else to do, why don’t we make a game out of this. How’s about we take a shot for each person that we might consider allowing to join our cause?
The group nods and smiles. Finally, some fun.
Rude: Alright, who’s first...let’s see...The Usos?
Silence.
Rude: Ok, next. Let’s see...released...quit...fired...disappeared...retired, maybe? Ah, here we go! Vinny Marseglia!
They all exchange nervous glances. Except for Kyle who is heavily breathing in the corner. Except, he’s always breathing heavily, that one. Nash looks from side to side before leaning back and nervously looking under the table. When he realizes there’s nothing there he seems relieved. But still, no shots.
Rude: Ok. Glad nobody took that one. Who’s left. Ah, The Velveteen Dream?
Christian snickers. There is a long pause. Scott Hall grabs the stack of papers from Rude and tosses them to the side.
Hall: This is killing my buzz, man. Let’s face it, they don’t have anybody. Now, let’s all take a shot to mourn the passing of Mr. Maverick’s show.
Sweeney: Salud!
They all raise up their glasses and clink them together, saluting Mr. Maverick and downing the shot. There’s a knock on the door, and the entire group turns their head, except for Christian that is. He feverishly still Googles for something to do. Nash nervously looks at the picture of Vinny Marseglia lying on the floor and puts his foot over the face.
KO'R: Is O’Reilly talkin’ killers again?
The group ease back (except the always intense O’Reily) hearing “The Rated R Superstar’s” voice, before the door swings open, with Edge’s hands behind his back, standing in the door with a toothy grin.
Christian: Don’t encourage ‘em. Any luck finding something to do? We’re about ready to book it as soon as Nash and Hall here wipe the floor with the dead weight tonight. I’d say we go bar hopping, but the locals probably don’t know how to operate a bar.
Edge: Oh yeah- I’ve been doing something a lot. Been doing it real hard, real often, and real intense, hehe.
Christian peeks over at him now and then to Nash, who raises his eyebrows. He gets the lingo, and surely enough, as he steps into the room, that certain thing he’s been doing closes the door behind them, and reveals themselves from Edge’s back.
Lita: That a way you introduce a lady? Yeesh.
The nWo stop dead in their tracks and are all now looking at Lita.
Sweeney: Aye Carumba! Would ya get a look at those…
KO’R: I thought the club house was “no girls allowed”?
Hall slaps the boy upside the back of his head. Once they’ve all settled in their looks, Edge wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on her head.
Edge: Figured I’d bring with me a hot hunny. Ya know, as much as I love runnin’ with you guys, it feels like uh… what’s the word for it?
Lita: A bit of a sausage party?
Edge: Hit the nail on the head pumpkin. A sausage party. I figured with everything going on, you guys wouldn’t mind if stuck around. Best part is, she doesn’t have some goofy Irish accent! Some luck eh? I figure introductions are important. Boys, this is Lita.
Edge cackles as Nash does the Wayne’s World “schwing” out of the chair. Your conscience tells you shame on you if you do not know the reference and you should Google it. Rude strokes his mustache as if he is inspecting every detail. Kyle is still breathing heavily in the corner. Edge puts up a finger and takes the zipper of Lita’s hoodie, going down slowly to reveal an nWo shirt (with her cleavage showing, of course). Lita rolls her eyes and grins, as the nWo’s newest member and her boyfriend share a hardy laugh. Edge takes a sit next to Christian, as Lita rests on Edge’s lap, being held by him. Christian rolls his eyes seeing the two and goes back to Googling..
Christian: That’s the best part? She’s stretching out that perfectly good shirt ya know.
Edge: One of her many attributes involves stretching, old chum! Haha!
Lita: It’s non stop huh? Ha! Aw man, you crack me up. Say uh, Chris, you’re Edge’s student, right? He’s told me a lot about how he came up with that weird arm twist thing you do.
Christian: Cruel man, cruel. And it’s the Killswitch!
Lita: Yeah, it kills my interest and makes me switch the channel.
Heyo! Edge and Lita high five one another and Christian shakes his head as he searches on.
Hall: So, like...is she going to be the new Miss nWo? I totally think that she should. Shots for those that agree?
Rude retrieves two more shot glasses as Scott pours two more for Edge and Lita. As soon as Rude finishes his shot, he wipes off his mustache and looks at Nash who is still off in deep thought.
Rude:And as for fortune, and as for fame, I never invited them in.
Nash’s eyes grow wide. He starts snapping his fingers wildly, trying to get the idea to come to his head.
Nash: You knew the whole time? Dude! What’s the name of it?
Rude: Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired...They are illusions, they're not the solutions they promised to be...The answer was here all the time…
Hall: Hey uh, dude. Not that I’m judging you...but why do you know that Broadway tune right off the top of your head with Nash just mentioning it?
Rude laughs and calls for another round. They salute and down the shot.
Rude: Ladies love a sophisticated man, my friends. A sophisticated man must know his theater. Ladies also love theater.
Rude raises an eyebrow as they all nod in agreement. Rude raises up his hand and waves his hands as if conducting a choir. They all chime in this time, they drinks have begun to set in.
nWo: DON’T CRY FOR MEEEEEEEEE, ARGENTINAAAAAAAA! THE TRUTH IS, I NEVER LEFT YOUUUUUUUUU!
Rude cuts them all off with his hands, except for Kyle who has his eyes closed and is letting ring a very forced falsetto. He notices that he is the only one left singing and stops. He clears his throat. Everyone exchanges awkward glances. The camera fades to black.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it as a Tag Tournament Quarterfinal Match! Introducing first...
”NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD ORDER!”
As the infamous theme begins to play over the PA system, the arena is bathed in black, white, and grey light as the two men responsible for the incarnation of the group come strutting out from the back.
Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of six hundred and fifteen pounds. Representing the New World Order. The team of Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, The Outsiders!
As both men arrive at the end of the ramp, they head up the steps and enter the ring as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
"All My Life" hits the PA, the iconic riff pulsing like a heart rate monitor registering on someone who's just stoked as heck. In that vein, the fans go freakin' bonkers as Aim For The Bushes runs out on to the ramp. Jeff Hardy waves his arms around like he does, while Juice puts an eye to his brow and scans the arena, taking in every single face and every single mind that they're about to blow.
Tony Chimel: From the Third Rock from the Sun. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds. The team of Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson, Aim for the Bushes!
The two men high five and then slap hands with fans on each side as they make their way down the ramp and enter the ring, preparing for the match to come.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of Aim For The Bushes, it’s decided that Juice is going to start the match for the team as Jeff steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the corner of The Outsiders, the two are playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine which man will start the match for their team. As the two shoot, Nash throws scissors while Hall throws rock. Nash accepts that he’s been beat as he and Hall double high five before the big man steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron.
Hall and Juice approach each other now as the former Razor Ramon takes the toothpick he’s holding in his mouth and flicks it at his opponent. Juice puts his hand up and catches it between his fingers as he snaps it and lets the pieces fall to the mat. Scott chuckles and mockingly widens his eyes as he puts his arms up and wiggles the fingers on both hands like, “Ooooh, scary”.
As Hall lowers his arms, he now looks serious as he and Robinson begin circling each other, Scott taking a traditional wrestling stance and moving a little slower than Juice who’s bouncing on his feet as he circles instead of stepping. The two approach each other at the same time, locking up in a collar-elbow tie-up, pushing forward on their respective opponent but neither budging an inch.
Tom Phillips: How smart is it for Juice to try and match strength with Scott Hall, Mauro?
Mauro Ranallo: Well Scott’s 6’7, two hundred and eighty-seven pounds. Juice is 6’3, two hundred and twenty-pounds. So at a four inch height difference and a sixty-seven pound weight difference, it’s a risky strategy.
Corey Graves: You can’t match anything with Scott Hall. He’s greatness personified, him and Kevin both!
Hall releases his hold suddenly, causing Juice to fall forward as he catches him and pushes him back to a vertical base. Once there, Juice throws a punch but Scott counters into a wrist lock as, while the wrist lock is applied, he continuously thrusts into his opponent, connecting with a series of shoulder blocks. After a few have connected, the, “Bad Guy” Irish whips Juice towards The Outsiders’ corner.
Juice uses the momentum to throw himself at the turnbuckle and roll up onto it ala Shawn Michaels as he then leaps backward and throws his elbow back, catching Scott in the mouth as he approaches him. Robinson gets up and and steps onto the middle rope in front of where Nash is standing, bringing his other knee up quickly and catching, “Big Sexy” in the jaw as he falls off the apron to the floor below.
After the knee connects, Juice turns and uses the ropes to launch himself at Scott, who’s on his way to his feet, hitting him with a cross body that takes both men to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Well, Juice may regret that attack on Nash later but I understand why he did it.
Mauro Ranallo: If this young man can stay in the driver’s seat, I like his and Jeff’s chances.
Corey Graves: Of course you like their chances, because they used to be Resistance guys like you. Look, you’ll always have Paris, Mauro, but it’s time to wake up and smell the spray paint. The Outsiders are advancing in this tournament.
Robinson is back to his feet quickly as Scott sits up. Juice throws a kick but Scott puts his arms up and blocks it. Hall puts his hands down at his sides and climbs to his feet as Juice throws another kick but Scott grabs his leg and throws it to the mat so that the young man has both feet planted again. Hall throws a punch at his opponent’s face but Juice puts his hand up and catches his fist as Hall throws another punch with the other hand but Juice puts up his free hand and catches that fist as well.
Juice leaps up and thrusts his legs at an angle into the abdomen of his opponent as he falls onto his back, his feet still in the vicinity of where he just kicked as he uses his hold on Scott’s arms to pull him forward and monkey flip him as the Outsider lands hard on his back and tailbone as he pops up and takes a few steps towards the ropes in front of him. Angry, Scott turns and makes his way towards his opponent as Juice steps up and swings his leg up and towards him, catching him in the face with a kick known as The Taste! Juice goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
The referee barely gets the one counted before Hall gets the shoulder up. Juice gets to his feet as Scott starts climbing to his and goes for The Taste again but Hall ducks it and punches Juice in the groin. As Juice’s other leg returns to the mat, Hall goozles him with one hand and uses the other to smack away Juice’s hands from the groin. Once this creates an opening, Scott palms his opponent’s junk and twists it like a shower handle as he hoists Juice up and over his head, the young Robinson letting out choked cries of agony.
Tom Phillips: Well I know one thing, this Juice has one hundred percent concentration on the pain he’s in.
Mauro Ranallo: I don’t know whether to MAMMA MIA the display of strength and torture in the ring or Mama Mia at that horrible joke.
Corey Graves: I know! The obvious joke here is, ‘Talk about Aiming For The Bush’.
After cockily bringing Juice down and then pressing him back up, Hall lets him go with a Gorilla Press Drop. As Juice curls into a bit of a fetal position holding his groin, Hall turns and points at him laughing. Hardy looks at Scott’s unprofessionalism with a scowl but shakes that negativity off as he starts clapping for his partner and stomping one foot on the apron as a large section of the crowd begins to join in.
Scott notices this and immediately stops laughing as he heads over to Juice and grabs him, guiding him up to his feet. Juice throws a punch but Scott avoids it with a sidestep, slipping around behind him as he positions his leg so that it’s interlocked with his opponent’s then grabs one of Robinson’s arms as well as one of his legs and applies an Abdominal Stretch.
As Juice cries out in the move, Scott wrenches on the leg especially, no doubt looking to keep the young man grounded during the match. After a moment, Scott shows impressive strength as he moves his leg away from the leg of his opponent’s that’s still on the mat and hoists him up and slips him onto his shoulders as he adjusts his hand placement and now has Robinson in a Torture Rack!
After a moment passes in this maneuver, Scott lets Juice off of his shoulders and sets him on his feet, Juice looking out on his feet. Hall hits him with a punch, then follows up with another punch. He then looks to follow up with a discus punch but as he turns around and throws it, Juice steps into it avoiding the punch and reverses into a Spinebuster!
Tom Phillips: Well I can safely say Scott Hall wasn’t expecting that one!
Mauro Ranallo: No doubt that offense took its toll on the young man, but perhaps there was a little playing possum there too.
Corey Graves: It’s not like this is going to make a difference. You wait and see!
Juice heads over to the AFTB corner to tag Jeff but as he walks past Scott, he latches onto his leg with both arms and pulls him to the mat. Scott gets up, still holding Robinson’s leg, and drags him just a few inches away from Nash in the Outsiders’ corner before releasing the leg and making the tag. As Kevin enters the ring and Scott exits the ring, Juice gets to his feet and stands boldly as he looks up at Nash who looks down at him.
Nash palms the face of Juice and pushes, as Juice is left there wildly swinging at the air with both arms as he tries to move forward but isn’t covering any ground. Amused, Nash pulls Juice towards him and then thrusts his arm forward again, sending him tumbling to the mat as Juice’s back hits the mat and his legs go over his head as he finds himself in a seated position. Robinson gets up and charges Nash, who charges back, as Juice leaps up and connects with a jumping Running Sit-Out Lariat that actually takes the big man to the mat.
Kevin is up quickly and so is Juice as the two men turn to face each other and charge one another as they did earlier with the smaller of the competitors connects with another jumping Running Sit-Out Lariat that once again takes Nash to the mat. As the two men get up, they turn and face each other and without hesitation, charge a third time but as Juice jumps and goes for the lariat trifecta, Kevin hits him with a big boot that takes him clear out of the air and violently to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Juice went to the well one too many times, I’m afraid.
Mauro Ranallo: Kevin Nash may be picking tooth fragments out of his boot later. What a kick!
Corey Graves: That high flying style isn’t going to work against, “Big Sexy”. Those giant hands and feet are like flyswatters against an insect like Juice.
Kevin heads over to Juice and reaches down, grabbing him by the shoulders as he stands up and pulls him to his feet. Juice looks like he’s going to collapse if Nash lets go of him so the big man places his head between his legs and locks his arms around his waist, hoisting him into position for the Jackknife Powerbomb but at the height of the lift, Juice manages to slip free as he hits the mat and rolls forward, slapping the outstretched hand of Jeff Hardy as the crowd goes nuts.
Jeff leaps over the top rope into the ring and runs at Kevin. Kevin goes for a lariat but Jeff ducks and heads over to the Outsiders’ corner, punching Scott and knocking him off the apron. Jeff then uses the ropes in front of him to launch himself back towards Nash but the near seven-footer goes for a big boot as Jeff hits the mat with a sort of baseball slide to avoid it, ending up under Nash as he takes advantage of his positioning to get revenge for Juice and starts speedbagging the groin of the big man.
As Nash comes down onto his knees, Jeff rolls out of the way to avoid being crushed and is up to his feet as he heads over to Big Kev and starts taunting him by doing his entrance dance in front of him. Kevin angrily lunges at Jeff but plays right into his hand as that puts him in a position to have his head hooked underneath Jeff’s arm as Jeff uses Nash’s momentum against him to connect with the Twist of Fate as the crowd pops approvingly.
Tom Phillips: Jeff is proving to be one heck of a difference maker here!
Mauro Ranallo: You aren’t kidding. What he’s dished out so far has taken terrific cunning.
Corey Graves: He hasn’t won anything yet, guys. Enough with the cheerleading!
Jeff heads up to the top rope and does his signature gun finger point down, around, and then up towards his open mouth but before he can leap off, he notices Kevin getting up on his forearms and knees. Jeff hops down as Kevin gets to his feet and as he turns around, Jeff kicks him in the abdomen but Nash barely flinches. Hardy goes for another kick but the big man catches his leg and flips him backward, Hardy managing to land on his feet but as he does, Nash creams him with a big boot.
Kevin grabs a handful of Jeff’s hair and pulls him up to his knees, then pulls straight up to his feet. He then scoops Jeff up in his arms and steps forward, dropping the, “Charismatic Enigma” onto his knee with a backbreaker. As impact is made, he maintains his hold of Hardy as he stands up and this time drops him with a sidewalk slam. Nash grabs Hardy by the hair again and pulls him straight to his feet this time as he Irish whips Jeff toward the Outsiders’ corner but Jeff runs up the turnbuckle and launches himself back at the big man with a Whisper in the Wind!
As Jeff gets to his feet, he heads over and punches Scott again, once more knocking him off the apron. He turns to face Kevin now as the big man is up and looking angry. Jeff delivers a kick to the side of his ankle, then his other ankle with the other leg, then to the side of his knee, then his other knee with the other leg, then aims a kick at his hip before kicking him in the other hip with his other leg. Jeff then jumps up, bringing his legs in before extending them out quickly, kicking Nash in the chest as he staggers backward toward the AFTB corner and falls into a seated position.
Jeff runs over and jumps up in the same fashion, this time kicking his opponent in the face as he gets up and tags in Juice. Juice leaps over the rope and into the ring as he heads over to the Outsiders’ corner where Scott hasn’t yet returned to the apron and goes running at Nash, connecting with a Cannonball in the corner.
Tom Phillips: The Juice Is Loose!
Mauro Ranallo: Actually, he has a different move in his repertoire that he calls that.
Corey Graves: Great journalism work, Phillips. You’re batting in the negatives as usual.
After getting up from the Cannonball, Juice tags Jeff back in as the two stand Nash up, draping his arms over the ropes to each side of him. Jeff gets down on his elbows and knees now and Juice heads to the Outsiders’ corner, still no Scott. Juice takes off running and steps up onto Jeff as he launches himself at Nash, connecting with a body splash.
After connecting, Juice goes running to the opposite side of Jeff as Nash staggers forward. Juice steps up onto Jeff again, launching himself at Nash but this time he connects with a jumping DDT as the big man has now seen Poetry in 3D up close and personal. Juice returns to the apron as Jeff heads up top, doing the gun finger pose again as the crowd comes alive with excitement.
Jeff leaps off and goes for the Swanton Bomb but Nash scoots to the side and gets his knees up so that the high flyer lands directly on his knees. As Hardy rolls off Kevin’s knees, the big man gets up and heads over to the Outsiders’ corner, tagging in Scott Hall. Scott enters the ring and heads over to where Jeff is, reaching down and grabbing a handful of his hair, throwing and landing a punch with his other hand as he pulls him to a seated position.
Hall lands another punch as, with the hand still gripping the hair, he pulls Jeff up to his feet. He turns around and lands a discus punch now as Hardy falls to the mat but gets right back up. Scott kicks him in the stomach now and follows up with a headbutt before grabbing both of Jeff’s wrists, pulling him in and delivering a shoulder block on one side, then pulls him in and delivers a shoulder block on the other side.
Scott continues to alternate shoulders as he backs Jeff into the corner, pulling him towards him by both wrists before throwing him forcefully into it. As Jeff staggers out of the corner, Scott hits him with a Corner Clothesline before Irish whipping him to the opposite corner and connecting with another Corner Clothesline. Jeff comes staggering out of the corner again and Scott goes for a lariat but Jeff ducks it and as both men turn to face each other, Jeff grabs the back of his head with both hands and falls into a sit-out position, connecting with a jawbreaker that sends Scott backward into the corner.
Tom Phillips: It says a lot about Jeff’s resolve that even after an onslaught of offense, he’s still able to turn things around on a dime.
Mauro Ranallo: The veteran of Aim For The Bushes aiming to be one-half of the first Tag Team Champions.
Corey Graves: Jeff got lucky. Scott’ll be back to beating him from pillar to post before you know it!
In the ring, Jeff has Scott turned around as he’s driving his face repeatedly into the turnbuckle pad. After absorbing a few hits, on Jeff’s next attempt, Scott puts his arm out and blocks with his hand as he throws his other arm back and elbows his opponent in the chest. As Hardy is rocked by the impact and starts taking a few steps backward, Hall turns around to face him and drops him with another discus punch.
Scott heads to the ropes as Jeff gets up, and comes off the ropes to take Hardy down with a Jumping Clothesline. Both men are up again as Hall kicks his opponent in the stomach, then pulls him in and puts Jeff’s head between his legs. Scott hoists Hardy into position for the Razor’s Edge but as he goes forward, Jeff manages to roll backward and land on his feet as he kicks Scott in the stomach, hooking his head and going for the Twist of Fate.
As Jeff turns though, Scott pushes on his back, stopping the move and sending him into the ropes in front of him. When Jeff comes off the ropes, Hall grabs him and throws him with an arm twist takedown. Hardy starts crawling to the AFTB corner now where Juice has his hand outstretched, hopping excitedly on the apron.
Tom Phillips: Get there, Jeff! Let The Juice Loose!
Mauro Ranallo: Certainly wouldn’t hurt to let the fresher man in.
Corey Graves: Oh it’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt badly!
As Jeff gets close to Juice, fingertips away, suddenly Scott grabs Hardy’s ankles and pulls him away as the crowd boos. Scott delivers a stomp to Jeff’s lower back, then follows up with a stomp to the left shoulder blade, then the right shoulder blade. He now grabs the PeroxWhy?Gen vocalist and pulls him to his feet, applying an Abdominal Stretch.
When Scott grabs the leg to bend it upward though, Jeff manages to kick back with it, dazing him long enough to slip free of the stretch. Hardy turns to face Hall and leaps up, connecting with a Front Dropkick. As Scott is sent backward into the rope, he catches himself as Juice delivers a kick to the back of the head, sending Scott staggering towards Jeff.
Hardy hooks the head and once more goes for the Twist of Fate but Scott pushes forward again, sending Jeff towards the Outsiders’ corner as Nash sticks his leg through the ropes and Jeff collides with his boot. As Jeff goes down, Juice hops off the apron and goes sprinting around the ring, leaping up and kicking Nash in the side of the leg, the leg buckling as he falls off the apron, hitting awkwardly on the way down as Juice climbs up onto the apron where he was standing and goes to the top rope.
Juice goes for a cross body but Scott manages to get his foot up, kicking him in a way that stops his momentum and puts him back on the mat on his feet. Hall grabs Robinson and puts his head between his legs, grabbing him and hoisting him up, delivering his finisher on top of Hardy!
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: The Outsider’s Edge onto Hardy! Mamma Mia!
Corey Graves: It’s all over but the crying now!
Scott rolls Juice out of the ring as he grabs Jeff and puts his head between his legs. He puts up the, “Too Sweet” hand gesture before he grabs Jeff and hoists him up, dropping him with the Outsider’s Edge! Scott goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Outsiders!
As Nash enters the ring, the two men raise their arms and pose together as they’re showered with boos.
Tom Phillips: Well I don’t like it, but The Outsiders are advancing in the tournament.
Mauro Ranallo: AFTB fought hard, but tonight just wasn’t their night.
Corey Graves: Aww yeah! Score another one for the good guys!
As The Outsiders continue celebrating their victory, Revolution continues on.
The UWF turns away for a moment to an exclusive event that transpired in Japan. Our camera crew were invited at a recent showing, and the scene begins with the lights being darkened in a big room. Fans sit in organized chairs as they stare up at a big projector, when suddenly-
The Blue Bomber himself appears! Capcom’s iconic mascot Mega Man appears on the screen, running and gunning in signature fashion. A trailer is shown in exciting fashion, with new levels, new game plays, and all sorts of new robot masters. The trailer winds down, and soon the lights are brighten up. The fans clap, and soon, the president of Capcom walks up on the stage.
Haruhiro Tsujimoto: わくわくしませんか？あなたはそれを最初に見ました、メガマンは今年後半に家庭用コンソールに戻ります。カプコンはあなたが何を望んでいるのか聞いたことがあります。私たちはあなたにこれから何が起きるのかを簡単に説明するだけです。一年を通して、私たちはこの新しいゲームについてより多くの情報をあなたに与えるでしょう、今、私たちはあなたに私たちの最初のDLCパックを見せたいと思います。お楽しみください。
(Exciting isn't it? You saw it first, Mega Man will be returning to home consoles later this year. Capcom has heard what you've wanted, and we hope to deliver with our new entry. We've given you just a snippet of what's to come. Over the course of the year we will give you more information on this new game, right now, we'd like to show you our first DLC pack. We hope you enjoy.)
The room’s lights die down once again, and the trailer starts up. There stands an idol robot enemy, rolling around and minding it’s buisness, when suddenly-
: Hey scrap metal! I’ll give you a fight! Over here!The robot enemy looks over, but it’s too late as a mysterious attack runs at it and slashes it in half with a knee type of attack! Leaving it too explode in two! The crowd is intriuged, as the camera slowly shows more robots on it’s way, as the mysterious attack stands there looking mighty, before taking his hands back, as a blue orb begins to form. The light is so powerful, that the 8-bit attacker is revealed, leaving the crowd to cheer in excitement!
8-Bit Kenny Omega: HADOUUUKEN!
Kenny Omega is IN a Mega Man game! Omega throws a hadouken and blasts them all away! The rest of the trailer shows off Omega’s moveset. V-Triggers, Hadoukens, and even Flash Man’s Time Stopper, alongside an enziguri! The trailer ends with Omega taking down a Robot Master with a One Winged Angel! The trailer ends, and the crowd claps, as Haruhiro comes back to the stage with a big smile.
Haruhiro Tsujimoto: UWFプロレスラー「The Cleaner」、またはこの場合は「The Omegaman」、Kenny Omegaをご利用ください。
(Please welcome UWF Professional Wrestler "The Cleaner", or in this case, "The Omegaman", Kenny Omega!)
Out from the back comes Omega as this special remix hits the speakers, and the crowd goes wild for him. He’s all smiles as he walks up the stage and takes his position at the podium.
Kenny Omega: Well now, ain’t this a surprise? Kenny Omega in a video game. I gotta say, I’m pretty happy about that. I thank the folks at Capcom for making this thing a reality. I grew up with games like Mega Man, Street Fighter, all the classics, and I can say that it’s an honor to be forever cemented in such a series. The UWF is proud to do business like this. As you all might’ve just heard right now, that little tune will also be my new theme song in the ring, and I gotta say, kickin’ some butt too a track like that is what I need!
The crowd cheer as Omega laughs, seeming legitimately happy for the first time in awhile.
Kenny Omega: I may not be a champion at the moment in the real world, but as “The Omegaman”, I hope to see many of my fans in this crowd defeat Dr. Wily once again, and become the mightiest robot master of em all! That’ll be it from me, but I bare you all a farewell, so goodnight! And Good, BYE!-
Omega aims his finger gun to the crowd, and they yell alongside him!
Kenny Omega: BANG!
[/I][/span][/div][/font][/font]The scene fades into last week with a UWF.com exclusive logo on the bottom right of the screen. The clip is Charly Caruso coming up to an exhausted Velveteen Dream sitting on a bench several minutes after his match in the Rumble; Vinny’s music still playing throughout the arena. He's slumped over thinking about what he could've done differently after having two exhausting matches.
Charly Caruso: Velveteen Dream, you just lasted 28 other men in that Rumble Match. You came in at number two and fought your way to the final two in that match. You came so close, but just fell short of going onto headlining WrestleMania. You garnered the respect of most of the UWF universe tonight with your drive to win and that never say die attitude. You must feel at least some fulfillment making it to the end from the number two spot?
The Dream just stares off pretty upset he lost his match. He rubs his chin and shakes his head in disbelief that he lost. Disappointed in himself, he finally speaks.
Velveteen Dream: I was so close. So close. It was in my fingertips. The Dream fought day and night, I fought for my life and came so close… But in the end, the Dream fell short. Throughout that match, the Dream fought the best of the best in that match. I got 6 or 7 eliminations in that match. I lasted in that match longer than anyone did even though the Dream had a grueling match prior, plus a post match beat down. I truly believed that it was my time to win, but Vinny having the number thirty advantage was enough for him to win, because by that point, the Dream was running on empty. I know if Vinny was any other number in that match, things would've been different, but he wasn't. He was number thirty and he won fair and square. Yes, being the ironman is quite the accomplishment. Getting a lot of eliminations was nice. Getting these people to believe in the Velveteen Dream Experience and actually give me the respect I deserve was great! But it doesn't make up for me squashing this opportunity. By all accounts, destiny and faith seemed to be on the Dream's side, but Vinny did it and to him, the Velveteen Dream congratulates him and I hope you kick Sweeney's ass back to the curb at Mania.
Charly Caruso: And Dream, how do you feel getting jumped early tonight by the newly revealed Black Rose, Adrian Neville and losing your match against your frenemy Marty Scurll? Are you upset he's been arrested?
The Dream rubs his face, still in disbelief he lost both of his matches tonight. He doesn't know what to say after what occurred tonight as it left him speechless, but he finally replies.
Velveteen Dream: You know, the Dream is sad. Yeah, the Dream is going to miss Marty Scurll. When we first met, the Dream felt a connection between us, we had something special and we really could've won tag gold together, but he let blind rage win and it clouded his eyes to him being played by Neville and Nigel. The Dream knew Nigel was part of his briefcase disappearance and if the Dream could, I'd go back in time and prevent the things that transpired over the last few weeks, but time is something you can't get back and with it, you have to keep moving forward. As for the attack, their karma will get them one day. The Dream doesn't forget and in the end I'll get my comeuppance against their little cult or whatever they claimed to be.
Charly Caruso: Dream, what are your plans going into Mania season. It has officially begun, Vinny took your road to WrestleMania and now you're going to have to take a detour, what do you plan on doing on Revolution to be on the card?
The Dream gets a small smirk on his face.
Velveteen Dream: Ever since the Dream was a little kid, about six or seven, I knew I wanted to be a wrestler and headline WrestleMania one day. The Dream wanted to be associated with the best of the best. The Legends who everyone knows. When people talk about the best wrestlers that ever stepped in a ring, I wanted my name to be in that conversation and it will be. Hogan, Rock, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, John Cena, and more. My name will be talked about for a millennium by the time the Dream is out of the wrestling game. What I thought my path entailed was me dethroning Sweeney at WrestleMania and getting the praise from the UWF universe, but things aren't always what they seem, but you know what the Dream is walking out of here tonight? My dignity and…
The Dream reaches for his Prime Time championship that's right next to where he's sitting. He places it on his laps and looks up to speak again.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream always defaced this belt’s name, but it does have some prestige to it when in the right hands, but the Dream knows why faith has brought me this title and why we have merged with Revolution, because faith is setting me up to face a certain member of the nWo. A member the Dream has had an encounter with before. I've never liked him and I never will. That person? Rick Rude. He won his match tonight and congrats to him, but that means the Dream is coming for him and his Intercontinental championship. When the Dream defends his title against Jey Uso, the Dream will be cashing in. The nWo is back with a fire in their heart and they're not going down without a fight and as long as their members hold championship gold, they will continue to be this big powerful group. A group filled with arrogant, pretentious asshats, and the Velveteen Dream isn't going to allow them to run rampant anymore, not after how Nash and Christian treated me. So, Rude? The Dream is coming for your title. Enjoy it while you can because soon enough, it's:
The Dream looks straight at the camera as he says this
DREAM OVER!
Velveteen Dream: And the Dream's WrestleMania path will be set and stone and the New World Order will go back to being a memory of the past after all your control is lost when Vinny dethrones Sweeney at Mania.
The scene fades out with the Dream still looking over at the camera; Revolution rolls on.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is your main event scheduled for one fall and it is for the Primetime Championship! Introducing the challenger...
”Done With That” begins to play as one-half of the decorated Samoan tag team, Jey Uso, starts making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From San Francisco, California. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds. Jey...Uuuussssoooo!!!
Jey enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
YOW!
Velveteen's theme starts, and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd and poses. The crowd has mixed reactions to the Dream. They are impressed by his wrestling skills and promo work, but he can treat them with disrespect sometimes when he lets his ego inflate.
Tony Chimel: Making his way from Capitol City, Washington D.C, weighed in at 227 lbs, he is your Prime Time champion, "the Experience," the Velveteen Dream!
Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.
Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning, he gets down and rolls on the ground.
Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.
He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
DING DING!
The bell rings and the two wrestlers look across the ring to each other. Velveteen points over to the other side of the ring at Jey and then indicates for him to come over to him. Jey then looks over his shoulder, puzzled who he’s talking to and then realises that he’s talking to him. Dream then steps forward to taunt him further, questioning where his brother is.
Jey then rushes into Velveteen with a forearm, and then an upper palm strike startling Dream backwards. Jey then hits a thrust kick into the midsection of Dream and then an uppercut knocking Dream back down onto the mat. Jey then lifts Velveteen up by the arm, but before getting him fully up, he begins to rally the fans behind him.
Tom Phillips: “Jey Uso getting the fans on his side early into this matchup, with an advantage that you wouldn’t normally expect from a man like this.”
Mauro Ranallo: “Very impressive indeed Tom!”
Jey pulls Velveteen up to his feet and whips him over to the ropes, and then on returnal, Jey leapfrogs over Velveteen and then upon Velveteen hitting the other side of the ropes, Jey lands a powerslam on the rebound. Jey hooks the leg on this.
One…
Velveteen kicks out at one, and Jey doesn’t give him a rest, immediately grabbing him by the head and whipping Velveteen over to the corner. Jey then yells out “UCE” and the crowd replies in “OOHS” and then runs towards Velveteen and connects a massive Stinger Splash on him, and then pushes him out of the corner by his head.
Corey Graves: “Jey Uso is really feeling it in the early stages of this matchup!”
Jey then hits the ropes and on rebound hits a jumping clothesline on Velveteen, and lays him back down to the mat. Jey then gets Velveteen back up to his feet by grasp of both of his hands around his neck, and then Velveteen throws an uppercut, startling Jey backwards to the ropes. Velveteen grabs his jaw and then walks over to Jey.
Velveteen then grabs the legs of Jey and holds him high up in the air, and drops him back down onto the top rope with a Stun Gun, and Jey stumbles back holding his neck and shoulders. Velveteen then stalks Jey around and then grabs a hold of his hair, keeping him with him.
With a hand full of hair, Velveteen slings Jey under his arm so he can set him up for a move that he has planned. He then throws Jey’s arm over head and throws him backwards for a snap suplex, landing him harshly back down to the mat. Dream then leans back and kips himself back to his feet, and posing with a little twirl and his arms out.
Dream then reaches down and sits Jey Uso up. Dream then goes down on his knees and pushes his arm up, and swoops underneath to rest his knee against his back and set in the grounded abdominal stretch.
Tom Phillips: “Dream slowing down the pace here. It’ll be interesting to see how he’s going to use this move to put Jey Uso away here tonight.”
Corey Graves: “Come on Tom, get with the programme. Dream wouldn’t attempt ever to put someone away with a move like that, it’s just a way to get a breather and to truly take some more damage onto the opponent in the process.”
As the commentators talk, Dream continues to put more and more pressure into this hold. He then slaps his hand down on the side of Jey Uso, and uses that to posture more up and gain extra leverage. Jey then moves his arm about, trying to find a more lose position, but while doing this Velveteen tightens in even more.
Mauro Ranallo: “You say that Dream wouldn’t want to end it this way, but if Jey can’t escape, there’s no other choice!”
Jey looks side to side, while also refusing to give in to the hold that Velveteen is applying in on him. Jey then hits the mat to gain him a rhythm of recovery. The fans begin to clap in rhythm of to rally up himself. Jey then begins to creep up one leg to gain a slight footing, and uses his loose hand for a base.
Jey then gets up a sturdy base and Velveteen follows, they are now standing, still in this tight abdominal stretch. Jey then stomps down hard on the mat and hip tosses Dream over onto the mat. Jey then rallies Dream to get back up to his feet, and once he’s back up to this base, he whips him over to the other side of the ring.
Dream then returns to Jey and on returnal he pops him up, but Dream goes for a dropkick, that is swiped out of the air by Jey Uso. Dream then lands flat on his face, and then gets almost instantly back to his knees and back to his feet. Dream is then whipped to the ropes once more, and on returnal is popped up once more and then dropped backwards into a Samoan Drop from Jey Uso. Jey then hooks the leg of Dream.
One…
Tw-
Dream kicks out of the cover and almost instantly rolls down and out of the ring. Dream recovers on the outside, borrowing a fans drink on the outside for refreshment, but suddenly when he returns he’s met with a flying Uso! Jey Uso lands the tope suicida and rallies up the crowd for the big move.
Tom Phillips: “Wow! What an impressive showing from Jimmy Uso here tonight, we could have a new champion on our hands.”
Uso then gets Dream back up to roll back into the ring. He does so and then follows him in. Jey then heads to the corner to rally Dream back up to his feet. Dream stumbles up, slowly and almost uncontrollably, Jey then side steps into Dream and then swings for the Superkick, but Dream ducks it and lands on his stomach.
Dream then slides backwards up on his feet and encourages him towards him, gesturing towards himself with a finger. Jey then runs towards Velveteen and gets flattened back down to the mat. Dream then looks side to side, as we all know what this will usually lead up to. He then hits sidewards onto the ropes with a gesture of “LOUDER” in the style of Hulk Hogan.
Velveteen then hits the ropes and returns to Jey Uso and drops the leg! Dream then hooks both the legs of Jey Uso to cover him. The referee counts.
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Two…
Jey Uso kicks out at two to the disbelief of Dream, and he looks side to side in shock. How could one kick out of the so well protected finishing maneuver of Hulk Hogan? Dream then hits to a knee to breathe. He then gets fully footed, and then drags the arm of Uso over his head, and lifts him up and drops him with the belly to back suplex.
Mauro Ranallo: “The Velveteen Dream here, reclaiming the dominance over Jey Uso, vowing to retain that treasured UWF Prime Time Championship, his final defence before his guaranteed UWF Intercontinental Championship opportunity, will he get it, or will Jey Uso cause it to come crashing down?”
Velveteen then goes over to the lower half of Uso, and turns him over, and picks the ankle, and twists it into an Ankle Lock! Velveteen hits to one knee, making sure the pressure is at the highest it can possibly be. Jey then begins to scrape over to the bottom rope slowly but surely.
Jey Uso is a good 15 inches away from the ropes, but suddenly he leaps for the ropes and gets his arm around the bottom one. Velveteen breaks the hold immediately, but goes around to the head of Uso and lifts him back up. He then drags him over and up onto his shoulders.
Velveteen then taunts the crowd and hits the rolling death valley driver on Jey Uso. He then gets over Jey Uso and hooks the leg after landing that high impact move.
One…
Two…
Th-
Corey Graves: “Oh my god! Nobody can keep Jey Uso pinned down!”
Mauro Ranallo: “This is an impressive showing if I’ve seen one guys, Jey Uso may just be crowned our new UWF Prime Time Champion, and Rick Rude may not have to worry about his reign, as there will be no threat for the time being.”
Velveteen is left in disbelief from the resiliency of Jey Uso, and sits up with his head in his hands. Dream then knows there is only one thing to do, and he heads up to the top rope. As he’s climbing up, Jey Uso begins to get back up to his feet. Dream notices this and stops climbing.
Dream then climbs into the ring, and runs towards the turnbuckle and jumps up onto the top rope, and twists back landing on Jey Uso with a springboard forearm. Dream then gets up to his feet, and jumps to rally up the crowd and express his excitement and flow. He then goes to Jey and grabs him by the arm and slingshots him into a irish whip towards the ropes.
On returnal, Dream picks Jey up for a spinebuster and lands it, flattening Jey Uso back down to the mat in quick fashion. He then drifts over for the pinfall attempt.
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Two…
Jey kicks out confidently at two from the spinebuster attempt. Dream without hesitation gets back to his feet, and heads to the corner, and charges up Jey. Dream drifts out of the corner and heads towards Jey, and as he gets up, he places his hand underneath the chin of Uso and lays in a slap to the side of his face.
He then yells, “D-R-E-A-” but before he can get the final letter out, Jey shoves Velveteen back and lands a dropkick connecting on his jaw stiffly. Velveteen doesn’t hit down this time, but teters slightly. Jey then leans in and lays in a devastating knife edge chop to the chest of Dream, sending him crashing back into the corner.
Tom Phillips: “That’ll teach him, go on Jey!”
Corey Graves: “You sound stupid Tom when you say it like that. Can you not hear yourself, it seems like it sometimes.”
Jey then picks up Velveteen and places him upside down in the tree of woe position. He then takes a few steps back and runs up to land a headbut to the head of Velveteen stuck up in the corner position, and Velveteen collapses down into himself in the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: “Innovative, that’s for certain.”
Jey then stands up and gloats to the crowd about this position of dominance. Velveteen on the other hand, rolls down onto his back, and then scrapes himself back into the corner. Jey then yells off to the crowd “UCE!” and they reply with “OOHS!” and then he runs over to the other side of the ring and lands the famous Samoan Wrecking Ball!
After Velveteen’s head bounces back from the impact of the backside of Jey Uso, Jey drags him up to his feet by his head, to meet him at a standing position. Jey then grabs the head of Velveteen and then jumps up on the air, and uses the top rope for support to land a huge springboard bulldog on Velveteen. Jey presses up the legs of Dream and then the referee counts the fall.
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T-
Velveteen kicks out just before two and Jey rolls off him. Jey begins to clap with his hands to get the fans rallied up behind him, and he gets back up to his feet he continues to rally and Dream uses the ropes to help himself get back up to his feet. Dream leans back on the ropes, and Jey runs at him.
Dream however ducks the ropes and Jey goes straight out onto the apron. Jey stands there and then Velveteen hits a forearm to lay him off the apron. Dream then begins to clap to rally up the fans. He then runs and hits the ropes. And as Jey braces on the outside, Velveteen flips over the top and then collapses back into the ring and goes onto his knees to spread his arms.
Mauro Ranallo: “A showman, a man of the people, and they said it was all a dream.”
One!
Jey Uso on the outside chuckles to himself at the cheeky nature of Dream to tease him like that. Jey then climbs onto the apron and through the ropes, where Dream has already got back up to his feet. Jey throws Velveteen at the ropes once more, and then on the return Velveteen lays out Jey with a jumping forearm, laying both men down to the mat.
Suddenly Velveteen kips himself back up to his feet and stands tall. Dream then throws his arms back and collapses back into the corner. He stares down Jey Uso on the floor and raises his head, showing he wants him to get back up. Jey crawls over to the bottom rope, and then grabs the middle one to get himself back up to his feet.
Velveteen then runs over at Jey Uso, aiming for a clothesline but Jey Uso ducks under the attempt and hooks the arms of Velveteen for a crucifix pin attempt on him. The referee counts the fall.
One…
Velveteen kicks out at one from the rollup pin attempt from Jey Uso, and both men roll backwards up onto their feet. They lock up finally, this late into the matchup, and Velveteen takes a wrist lock on Jey Uso, and then Jey grabs the ropes and flips out of the wrist lock attempt.
Jey then applies a head lock on Dream and then hits down to a knee to apply some more pressure on it. Jey then throws his arm in and begins to noogie the top of the Velveteen Dream’s head, but as soon as he does this, Dream pushes him off with extreme force. The two then share eye contact and he simply says “The Dream Doesn’t Appreciate That”.
Dream then whips Jey over into the corner, and runs through to hit a strike on Jey Uso, but instead Jey gets the boot up huge and knocks Dream startling backwards. Jey then twirls and jumps hitting a corkscrew forearm on the Velveteen Dream, knocking him down, but Jey Uso stays standing.
Tom Phillips: “This match has been greuling on both participants, getting that gold at the end of tonight means so much to them.”
Corey Graves: “If The Velveteen Dream wins this match he’s heading on to face Rick Rude for his Intercontinental Championship. If Jey wins, not only does he do his family proud, he will gain the same opportunity that Dream has a hold of.”
Dream then stumbles back up to his feet and then goes to run at Jey Uso in the corner, but Uso ducks it and sends Dream crashing into the turnbuckle. Dream stumbles out of the corner but Jey has already hit the other side of the ring and lands a jumping clothesline on Dream.
Dream then stumbles up once more to meet another clothesline from Jey, and another one, and another one, and another one, and another one, and another one and finally Jey stops the cycle by kicking Velveteen in the midsection.
While Dream is clutching his midsection, Jey Uso hits down to a knee and hits the european uppercut for the second time landing this combination on the Velveteen Dream. Dream collapses back onto the ropes.
Jey then hits him with a Superkick, and then Dream goes to fall forward slowly but suddenly Jey hits him with another one. Jey allows Dream to fall down to the mat and then he points to the top turnbuckle. Jey heads through the ropes and climbs up to the top!
Corey Graves: “Oh my god! Jey Uso is about to beat the Velveteen Dream on Revolution for that UWF Prime Time Championship! It’s happening!”
Jey soars off the top rope and connects the Uso Splash. He collapses over Velveteen and the referee counts the cover on him.
One…
Two…
Th-
Mauro Ranallo: “His foot is on the rope! We were so close to seeing a new UWF Prime Time Champion right here in Argentina mama mia!”
The referee breaks the cover because of the foot on the rope and Jey Uso can’t believe it. He then notices the foot on the rope and gets incredibly annoyed at how close it is. He then drags the body of Velveteen closer into the ring and recovers him to see if he’s still put away.
One…
Two…
Dream kicks out at two from the recover pinfall attempt from Jey Uso. Jey then gets up and drags Dream up to his feet. He then sets Dream in the middle of the ring to stand still. He then pushes the chest of Velveteen Dream and lays in a superkick.
Corey Graves: “Superkick! This could be the beginning of the end again.”
Before he can collapse however Jey keeps him up by pushing him by his chest once more again, and then lays in a superkick. And another one, and another one. He then allows Dream to drop down to the mat, and he rolls him over. Jey then runs over to the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: “This could all be over! Jey Uso will be UWF Prime Time Champion!”
Jey Uso soars through the air but is met with a whole lot of knees, and is rolled off onto his feet. Dream staggers back up, and rolls Jey onto his shoulders and lands the rolling death valley driver. Dream then heads back up top.
Corey Graves: “Although a good showing, I think this is all over for Jey Uso, and The Dream will take on the Ravishing one.”
Dream then soars through the air and lands the Purple Rainmaker. Dream hooks both the legs for the fall!
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, and STILL UWF Prime Time Champion, The Velveteen Dream!”
Velveteen gets his hand raised by the referee, and is then gave his retained championship. He then looks down on Jey Uso on the ground, and reaches his hand out, and helps him out up to his feet. Velveteen then shakes his hand, and raises it. The two then share their respect from this war they have both went through as Revolution goes off the air.
CREDITS
Zayn/Smashmaster- Bodor
Dream/Uso- Semi
Promos- Respective TT’ers
AFTB/Outsiders, Black/Rock- Dres
DIY/World Warriors, Steen/Neville- Crann
CONFIRMED FOR WARGAMES
Team Austin vs. Team NWO
