Revolution 11/6/17

[Danny]

Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing ll the excited faces of the UWF faithful. The whole crowd seemingly chant "UWF! UWF! UWF!" in a never ending fashion. The camera then cuts to ringside where Tom Phillips, Corey Graves and Mauro Ranallo are standing by.






Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and I'm pleased to have the honor to welcome you to the very first Revolution! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.


Corey Graves: We're back! they tried to shut us down but their ain't no stopping the Revolution!


Tom Phillips: We have a tremendous amount of action tonight but first we have a very special announcement from the brand new Owner of UWF.


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The former General Manager of NXT, the now Owner of UWF walks out from the back to surprisingly a big reaction from the UWF faithful, happy to see the federation being kept alive. He calmly walks down to the ring in a tailor made suit and climbs up the steps to enter the ring. He gets handed a mic and begins to speak right away.

EC3: Welcome to UWF Revolution!

The crowd pops, excited for the fresh new start.

EC3: As you all know, the McMahon family thought that they could shut down the UWF. I'm sure you've all read the dirt sheets, trying to figure out exactly what happened. Did UWF go bankrupt? Was there a falling out? Just what happened? Well here I am to tell you the truth. There has always been a rivalry between RAW and NXT ever since I became the general manager of NXT. Things didn't exactly get off to a smooth start after I got Smackdown shut down and threatened to sue for control of the company which his how we came to own 25% of the company. But it got even worse when NXT started killing it in the ratings. RAW kept trying to stir up interest, bringing in new titles, new divisions and rebranding to get some sort of momentum but they could never sustain the hype because of their sub par product.

So while they did technically control 75% of the company, as we all know they answered to a board of directors and various other shareholders. Combined they made up 75% of the company but when they decided to close down without consulting everyone else, where that's where they messed up. They wanted to take their ball and go home and not let anyone play with their toys. The shareholders didn't exactly like that so they ended up selling me the 30% they owned. Now I had majority ownership over the company and decided to overrule them and take them to court to boot. With Mexico's best lawyer behind me it was an open and shut case. I won everything and gave back the shareholders the McMahon's former stock. They got a 15% boost while I am the new owner of UWF. It's a win win.

A mixed reaction from the crowd, half of them very excited, the other half a bit weary as they know how EC3 operates.

EC3: But enough about that, this is Revolution! Now I know the dirt sheets spoiled my big plans but I'm still going to go through with them. What better way than to bring in the new start than a huge championship match at the next Pay Per View? I'm still working the schedule out but at the next PPV, the World Championship will be defended against everyone on the Revolution roster in the second ever Aztec Warfare!

The fans cheer loudly, remembering the last time the match took place on the inaugural NXT.

EC3: Now for those who aren't aware. Aztec Warfare works just like the Royal Rumble. We start off with two entrants and every minute someone new will enter the fray. The only way to be eliminated however is by pinfall or submission. Oh yeah and there are No Disqualifications and Falls Count Anywhere. The last man standing will be the World Champion. So while everyone is in the match, one man won a special opportunity at Genesis, that man being none other than Chris Jericho. For his reward, he will be the very last entrant in the Aztec Warfare match.

More cheers from the crowd for the Ayatollah of Rock-n-Rolla.

EC3: As you can see, things have changed a bit around here. Most of Warzone's roster simply wasn't good enough for me to re-sign. Going down to one brand however let me get rid of some annoying contracts like the Usos contracts and so finally I'm rid of those two idiots. Most of Warzone's Championships have been dropped as well however I was very impressed with their Television Champion, Zack Ryder. Tonight he'll be facing Spike Dudley in a Champion vs Champion match to determine which title stays. Plus we'll have a mini tournament to determine the new number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship. Speaking of championships, in a special private ceremony, I awarded the International Champion Dolph Ziggler with a very special prize. The first ever World Championship in UWF history, the UWF Championship. So ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your brand new UWF Champion, Dolph Ziggler!




That alarm clock riff kicks off and the crowd goes nuclear. Through the curtain walks the only two-time UWF International Champion in NXT history. The reigning UWF Champion. The self-proclaimed most talented professional wrestler in the world. Dolph Ziggler. The hatred the crowd is spewing fuels him as he heads down the ramp with no fancy video on the 'tron, no fancy lights and no fancy pyros. It is a no frills entrance for the biggest name in sports entertainment, and it is how he likes it.

After a few moments standing at the foot of the ramp and scanning the crowd, Ziggler jogs up the ring steps and enters the ring. He crosses it, passing the owner of the UWF and collecting a microphone from ringside. And then he heads to a corner and climbs up to sit on the top turnbuckle. Ziggler turns his microphone on, nods to Ethan Carter III, and then begins to speak.



DOLPH ZIGGLER
People never respect their betters. For years, the former majority owners of the UWF never respected the people who built the company. The athletes who busted their asses night in and night out to put on the best shows possible. The showrunners who went above and beyond to deliver the greatest entertainment product they possibly could. All of the talented production staff, ring announcers... everyone. The owners of the UWF that once was didn't care. They didn't care about anything except their own glory and their own chequebooks and it showed. It showed all over the product, but where it showed worst of all was on a festering tumor called Warzone.

The Warzone loyalists in the crowd boo Ziggler for his disparaging remarks of a show they loved. The rest of the crowd boos him because he is Dolph Ziggler. He hisses, "Shh," into his mike and continues.

Nowhere was there a greater picture of corruption and a better example of mismanagement than that show. A show where a man clearly favoured by the owners is propped up by those owners and kept on top even when his skill doesn't merit it. A show where everything was force-fed to the viewers. The worst show in the worst wrestling promotion ever. And now it is dead. And I say: Good riddance. Good riddance to bad rubbish. There was nothing about Warzone that was worthy of the hype, from its titles to its talent. Some of those talents made the leap to this new show. One of them fights me tonight and will be exposed as what he is: a fraud. But the one who didn't make the leap, because he was a snivveling, pathetic little coward whose sole qualifier for being a wrestler was his size, is the so-called Great Khali. Like all the rest on Warzone, he was offered the chance to be part of Revolution. But he chose to do what he does best. He walked away. From his title. From the remnants of the company that made him a household name. From everything. And I say, once again: good riddance. Nobody liked you anyway.

Much to everyone's surprise, the crowd actually kick up a "YES!" chant to show they agree about Khali. Ziggy continues.

And now we are here. And as the last World Champion standing, I have been given the newly minted UWF Championship. What was once the most sought-after prize in this business is now mine. And that is exactly how things are going to stay, because I am not going anywhere. As I have said before, I am the Alpha and Omega of professional wrestling. I am the apex predator in this jungle. I am the king of this hill. I am the lunatic who runs this asylum and in just a few short weeks, I am going to prove it to the entire world when I soundly defeat every single man on the Revolution roster in Aztec Warfare.

Ziggler smirks as the fans turn on him once more, scorching him for his hubris. He shakes his head and keeps right on speaking.

This company has been rebuilt by Ethan Carter III to be the last great vestige of our sport in the world. We are the biggest company in the business. We are the major leagues. Everyone who is here represents the best of the best, and I am the best among them. I am the real deal, and I finally... finally... have the chance to prove it when I defend my title in a match I have no business winning, with all of the odds against me. At Aztec Warfare, I am going to continue to add to the legend of my historic career when I literally defeat all comers and retain my championship. And then, all claims anyone else makes will evaporate in thin air. All of the booing will have to stop. And the world will finally realize the truth, and say collectively: he was right. He is the best in the world in this sport today.

Ziggler pauses, and then heads over to the nearest camera and stares right into the lens.

Make no mistake. ECIII might be the man with the money who keeps this company running, but I am the talent who puts the asses in the seats. When people buy a UWF ticket, they're paying to see me. You all paid to see me. And ECIII paid to keep me here. He paid in a big way. Because I am the franchise. I am the man this company is built around. Revolution is my show. And in the coming weeks, I am going to prove that.

Dolph nods, and then adds:

It all starts tonight.

With that, Dolph hops off the turnbuckle. He gives the audience one last hard look. And then he tosses the microphone over his shoulder and heads for the exit as the scene fades out.

: "You smarmy, no good bottom feeding sack of SHIT."

As the feed goes on, we see the Intercontinental Champion, Vampiro, appear, in one of his hands he holds a steel black bat as he marches down the hallway with perhaps the nastiest scowl on the planet while he curses like a sailor under his breath. When he makes his way to a room, he observes it too see "EC3" engraved on it. Without a second thought, he shoves the door open and walks inside, with no trace of the man himself. Vampiro's first action is to slam the bat against EC3's wooden desk, leaving a small yet noticeable hole in it. His voice is loud and distinct as he begins to speak.



Vampiro: " I've got a little, message, for our "Esteemed" owner, EC3. You really think you're playing a cute game, don't you Ethan? NXT? Dead. Warzone? Dead, but wait! In its mist, we've got "Revolution!".... nothing more than a complete joke, and as you can tell, I ain't in the mood for any jokes!"

He looks around the office, and one by one, he tips over precious items off their shelves with the bat while he speaks, his voice still loud and full of anger.

Vampiro: "Carter, I sure as hell didn't expect you to be a comedian, but apparently you just had the greatest set out there by giving Dolph Ziggler the term "World Champion". Give him all of these fancy new belts, call him what you will, but everyone knows in their mind that Vampiro holds all the power. I did it in NXT, and now Revolution's about to experience that same darkness. No one is safe, not even you Carter. This little Triple Threat series you have going on tonight, that's a great idea, it's the best you've come up with all night. I don't care who it is, that comes out on top, but I'll make damn sure that they regret that false reward that is a shot at the REAL world championship around here. As for Markus Crane tonight, well.... Ethan, accept this as my appreciation for you. Not a lot changed with this office, so why don't I make a little "Revolution" of my own tonight, and give it a bit of a redesign."




And with those final words, the Face of Fear begins to cause absolute mayhem with the bat. He continuously smashes holes inside the desk of Carter. One after another, the bangs get louder and louder. After that, he grabs the nearest bookshelf and throws it down, beating it with the bat as well. Paintings are being destroyed, sculptures, nothing is safe from Vampiro's relentless rage. After nearly a minute of him hammering away at the room, he finally stops, breathing heavily as he steps away, muttering his last words.

Vampiro: "Ethan, let the destruction of Markus Crane and the prelude to the pain I'll cause to everyone else be on your head. The Intercontinental Reign of Fear, like always, will surpass all."

With that, he steps out of the room, the scowl never leaving his painted face. Behind him, the destruction of the room is massive, being unrecognizable from its previous state. Vampiro quickly steps away into the hallway, out of the view of the camera, where the feed moves on to somewhere else.


We go somewhere in a hotel elevator in Japan, where Adam Cole has been residing since the demise of UWF 1.0. He is briefly seen talking on the phone, as the camera centers directly on him.



Yeah? You better believe as the World's Greatest Professional Wrestler...I'll be there.

Adam Cole hangs the phone up & slides it back into his pocket, he looks squarely at the camera.

So you thought this was all over huh? You thought, you could screw Adam Cole over, that you could just take away my livelihood then just tuck your tails between your legs, close the company & run away like little school yard bitches with no repercussions just because you didn't know how to run a brand, let alone a company Hunter? "Oh I'm burned out, we don't get enough views on the UWF Network", big deal & so fucking what? I've came down to this ring & busted my ass night in & night out to prove beyond anything that I was the World's Greatest Professional Wrestler. Day after day, week after week, month after month & year after year I've done it & I've done it on a level of athleticism & greatness that hasn't been seen before my time nor will it be seen after my time in this ring. Did I bump my head a few times, get a few bruises, get down on myself a couple of times you better believe it. There is one thing I didn't do though Hunter, & that's take my ball home & quit like a coward, but you did.

Adam Cole muses for a brief second, before he continues

Now here we are in the present, & I can say even though Ethan Carter The Third & myself may have had conflicted views in the past, I undoubtedly respect him for bringing this company back from the dead. He's gave all of us another chance, another opportunity to showcase to the world that while my colleagues may not be as great as Adam Cole, we're still the top destination to prove your worth in this business.

For that, I thank you.

He smirks

Although..let's not let that distract everyone from the real issue here. Why I've decided to return to the revolution & rebirth of the UWF. My respect for Ethan Carter doesn't in any way change the facts though, & Ethan needless to say you owe me quite a big one as well. Flash back to Genesis, where I was SCREWED out of receiving the "special prize" in my match against Chris Jericho, a match I beyond a shadow of a doubt won when I pinned Chris Jericho in the middle of the ring for a three count....again. The ref, your ref that you personally hired Ethan went rogue & restarted a match that was already completed in it's entirety. I demand retribution & I demand that the result of that match be declared as it should be, Adam Cole wins as It was shown live on PPV when I put Chris Jericho in his place & placed his shoulders to the mat for a three count. Do what's right Ethan for once in your life. I won that match which in turn means it should be ME receiving the special opportunity you waved out there to participate in your little dog & pony show.

If you don't Ethan...well let's just say I'm not to be held responsible for what happens next.

That's not a threat....it's a PROMISE.

Bay...Bay...

Adam Cole grins & exits the elevator, as we go elsewhere

The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.

LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG



The crowd rise to their feet as a superstar comes out to the public eye. A massive cheer as only Spike Dudley comes onto the stage. Spike looks out into the crowd, pointing out to the them, whilst putting the 3D sign in the air along with his Hardcore Title. He smacks his stomach and begins his walk down the ramp.



The fans lean over the rails, asking for high fives with Spike listening, granting the fans some slaps before he begins to run and slides into the ring. The fans are still cheering for the smallest of the Dudleyz as he climbs the turnbuckle. He once again slams his chest with his clenched fists.



Ring Announcer: From Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds, he is the Hardcore Champion, SPIKE DUDLEY

He grabs his glasses without lens, chucks them outside, following them as he goes and grabs a microphone. It seems we will hear from Spike before his Champion vs Champion match. Spike stands in the middle of the ring,
slapping his title now as he begins to speak.



Spike Dudley: Good Evening Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to the first edition of Revolution.

Spike lowers the mic as the fans cheer loudly for the cheap pop. Spike nods his head as he continues.

I know right, what a time to be a UWF fan. There surely is exciting times ahead and I am very thankful to be apart of the first show and getting to do what I do best and put on a show for all of you. I'm standing here before you tonight as Spike Dudley, everyone's favorite Underdog and the all around nice bloke, I'm not standing here as the little bit Crazy Uncle Spike that decided to go back to his ECW roots and there is a reason for that. I have returned to Friendly Spike Dudley tonight because when the reboot was announced and NXT was no more, I sat myself with my beautiful Girl Stacy Keibler and we had a long hard think about this. I'm not getting any younger and I certainly ain't getting much better. I look out at all my nieces and nephews and I see their smiling faces whenever we make our way to the ring and I see their smiling faces when Uncle Spike does well inside this very ring.

Spike pauses once again, looking out into the crowd that once again, give him a pop as he starts to get emotional.

But I also see their faces when Uncle Spike gets his ass handed to him by men that are much better then him, ie Dolph Ziggler, the best of the best here in Revolution and that is when Stacy and I got to thinking, UWF is headed in a new direction and do I really have the energy to try and help UWF get to the next stage? DO I really need this? I have accomplished everything there is to accomplish and I know with the reboot, people will be hungrier then ever. Do I really have it in me to raise to their level once again?

Spike questions himself, the crowd begin a chant of 'You still go it'. Spike nods his head, appreciating the crowds kind words. He taps the Hardcore Title.

Thank you very much but Stacy and I, we couldn't come to a definitive answer...... so with that being said, we waited to see what we would be doing on the debut of Revolution and low and behold, I was booked in a Champion vs Champion match against Zack Ryder. Right then and there, our minds were made up, either Zack or I will be a Champion after tonight. What better way for me to prove to myself if I can do it by facing another Champion and seeing if I can still go so what I'm trying to say is that Stacy Keibler isn't out here right now because she is sitting in the back, waiting to see the result of this match. She is sitting nervously because if I win tonight and keep my Hardcore Title, you will be happy to know that Uncle Spike will be going again in UWF and I will be the man I once was.......

The crowd pop real loud this time as Spike smiles from ear to ear. He looks out into the crowd, pointing at his heart as the crowd really get behind him.

However........ before you get to excited, if it happened to go the other way and Zack Ryder defeats me tonight, I will make the decision to walk away and leave my spot on the roster to someone else, someone younger and someone who still has that hunger so tonight.... tonight could be the las.......

AUSTRALIANS ALL LET US REJOICE
FOR WE ARE YOUNG AND FREE
WE'VE GOLDEN SOIL AND WEALTH FOR TOIL



Spike gets cut off by the theme song of Zack Ryder. The Australian National Anthem rings out around the arena as the fans boo the shit out of it. They aren't waiting long until Zack comes out onto stage, mic in hand with his Television Title around his waist. He pauses in the middle of the ramp as the crowd go to town. It doesn't phase him as he begins to speak.



Zack Ryder: G'day Blokes and Sheilas, how the Tasmanian Devil are you?

Zack asks his trademark question as the crowd once again boo him to death. He begins his walk down the ramp as he continues to talk.

Sorry for the interruption you Furry Wombat but do you think anyone actually cares about if this is your last match or not? Like seriously bro, you think you are that much of a big deal? Haven't you heard, you may have been a NXT Legend in the past but this new reboot, the term Legend doesn't exist and everything you done in the past, well it means Kangaroo Jack here. Well, everything you have done means nothing but everything Emma and I have accomplished will never mean nothing. Look at me bro, I got offered a contract from the other show because EC3 knew he couldn't waste my talent. Emma got signed up to and we are ready to take Revolution by storm so Spike, save your little speech because no one cares if this is the last time we see you, people only care about Zack Ryder and how I'm going to celebrate Unifying the titles and retiring you once and for all.

Zack jumps up onto the apron as Spike looks at him with an angry look on his face. Zack wipes his feet on the apron, putting one leg inside but thinks better of it before he removes it. He raises his finger to Spike.

Wait, I almost forgot. As you can probably tell, Emma isn't with me right now but that's because she has some important business to attend to. Would you like to know what business that is Spike? Who cares if you want to or not but it does relate to you so please so hello to Emma.

Zack points towards the titantron as it flashes onto a close up of Emma's face.



Emma: G'day Spikey, how you doing mate? Listen, I'm a little different to Zack right there, I was actually enjoying your last few words in the UWF ring, it really melted my heart. Don't worry though, I will punish Zack later on for you but right now, I'm backstage and I actually have a special guest with me right now. You might know her as the Love of your Life but I only know her as a disgrace to the women involved in the Wrestling business.

The camera zooms out, showing the special guest Emma is talking about to be Stacy Keibler, all tied up to a chair with a mouth gag in. Emma has her arm around Stacy's shoulder as Stacy begins to squirm and mumbling something. Spike's expression changes as he seems lost. Zack laughs on the apron as Emma begins to speak again.

You know, I found her just chanting Bloody Mary into a mirror, I bet she wishes Mary turned up instead of the Thunder from Down Under but hey, don't worry your ugly little head, I'm looking after her quite well. We are playing my favorite game. It's the slapping game. You see, what happens is I get a turn to slap her, if she successful moves out of the way without me touching her, she wins that round and we switch roles, ie. she tries to slap me, however if I manage to make contact, I just keep on going. Should we give you an example Spike?

Emma brings her hand back, slapping Stacy right across the face as Stacy just can't move from the way she is tied up. Emma smiles from ear to ear as Stacy sits there, trying to get free once again.

Stacy isn't very good at this game, that's 10 straight for me and in Australia, when someone reaches 10, well we get to sub in a weapon. Not just any weapon though... no no, the weapon we get to substitute in is my very own... Thong.

Emma reaches down, taking off her thong (Flip Flops for none Australian's and destroying the dream for every male possible) and raising it to the camera. Emma begins a slight chuckle now, putting it next to Stacy's head as Spike is stood frozen.

Let's just all relax shall we? It seems it's getting a bit heated so how about this, I have a solution for us all. Spike, tonight you face Zack to unify the belts, we all know this, hell you touched on it earlier so what I suggest Spike is that you lay down for Zack, let him pin you and you and Stacy can go off into the sunset together. You can celebrate your stellar career and reminisce about everything the pair of you have accomplished or what can happen is Stacy here takes an absolute thonging and it may be just bad enough that you won't be able to recognize her the next time you see her. Now I don't want you to give me an answer, I'll be able to figure it out in about in a few seconds so Zack, you can finally get in the ring and referee, you can ring the bell.

The titantron stays on, Emma looking down as Zack cockily gets into the ring. Spike takes his Hardcore Title off, putting it to the ground and kicking it out of the ring. Zack unclips his title, handing it to the ref as he smiles at Spike, telling him to lay down. The ref hands the belt to the stage assistant, calling for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and straight away, Spike comes out of the blocks, going straight after Zack with punches and kicks. Zack gets in a bit of a fetal position as Spike hammers down on him. He backs up before running full speed at Zack, leading with his head and hitting a headbutt to the gut. Zack doubles over as Spike seems really pissed off. He sweeps the leg as Zack hits the ground. All of a sudden, a loud slap can be heard over the PA system. Spike stops his attack, looking up at the titantron as it doesn't take a brain scientist to figure out what the noise was. Stacy can be seen with a few tears coming to her eyes.

See I told you Spike, all you had to do was lie down and let Zack get the win but your pride couldn't let you do it. It was silly of me to think you cared that much about Stacy, after all, she has been your weakness for a while now hasn't she? She got in the way against the Young Bucks and then she got in the way against Dolph Ziggler. Really, all she does is get in the way for you so maybe I need to go about this another way. Maybe my thong isn't the correct choice of weapon. Have no fear however as I have a weapon here that is pretty recent to you. You actually used it in your triple threat match at Genesis and if anyone knows the kind of damage this can do, it would be you Spike.

Emma's smile goes larger as she knows what she is thinking. Spike looks up into the titantron as his expression turns massively to one of outright fear. The fear can be understood though as on the titantron, Emma is holding a Pizza Cutter right next to Stacy's face. Stacy's eyes tell the story as they are wide open, looking at it with a scared and mortified look. Spike ignores Zack now as he runs towards the ropes.....

Whoa, Whoa, where do you think you are going Spike? You wanna be the hero I'm guessing but unluckily for you, Stacy doesn't need that kind of saving. No, what Stacy needs you to do is stay in the ring and lose to Zack Ryder. You have my word that if that happens, once the ref counts to 3 and the greatest National Anthem in the world hits the P.A System, Stacy and I will be making our way out there, me to celebrate with the Television Champion and you to hold Stacy and get one last applause from the crowd before you get lost. It's up to you Spike but I would hate to CUT your last night short.

Spike gets to his knees, seriously debating what to do. Emma holds the Cutter up to the camera as Spike doesn't know what to do. He is torn. He slowly gets to his feet as he shakes his head. The crowd are in silence, not knowing what to say as Spike nods his head, tears now coming to his eyes as he slowly turns around to face Zack..... unbeknownst to him though, Zack has made a full recovery from his attack before and takes the option out of his hands as he runs, jumping up into the air and hitting his trademark Roadie Ryder. Zack begins to laugh as he makes the cover on Spike.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your Winner,
ZACK RYDER!



Zack Ryder can't believe it, grabbing his Television Title from the Ref as he celebrates like his won the World Cup. Zack does a lap around the ring as the Australian National Anthem rings out. True to her word, Emma comes out onto the ramp, Stacy Keibler in her hands still tied up. Zack spots Emma and Stacy on the ramp as he makes his exit from the ring. He begins his walk up the ramp, fans booing him as he reaches the top. He hugs Emma, showing her the Television Title as Emma unties Stacy, taking out the mouth gag as well as she lets her go. Stacy stares at Emma and Zack, before turning and running down to the ring to be with Spike. She slides into the ring, walking over to Spike and giving him a massive hug. Spike slowly comes to, finally realizes what's happening and what he said as Stacy helps him slowly get to his feet. The crowd are stunned, not knowing what to do as Spike embraces Stacy once again. He looks out into the crowd, the tears are really flowing now. The crowd begin a 'Thank You Spike' and a 'Thank You Stacy' chant as the couple embrace once again. The crowd go berserk for the pair, thanking them for everything they have done. Spike helps Stacy out of the ring, once again hugging her before they make their way up the ramp. The crowd are bending over, asking for high fives from the couple and they oblige. It's a slow walk so nearly everyone gets one as the couple finally reach the top of the ramp. They turn, one last time and give everyone a wave before they leave UWF through the curtain.




As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the Swiss Superman, Cesaro, backstage, lifting the entirety of a large metal support beam in the form of repeated barbell curls. Bystanders and backstage personnel stand by in awe, afraid to get close to the Switzerland-native or pass him by in the hall.



Eventually, Cesaro, after reaching some number of reps, literally drops the support beam on the floor like a ton of bricks; a loud, audible boom of metal hitting metal rings out throughout the halls as a result. Backstage personnel flinch backward, as Cesaro would’ve suddenly done so. Cesaro then steps over the beam to approach the camera, he speaks to the audience—

Cesaro: “And, did you see that?”

Cesaro waves to the beam behind himself—

Cesaro: “Do you see what I’m capable of? Do you see what I’m perfectly capable of doing to another man, if I so decide on setting my mind to a thing like that in that ring? I don’t intend to get lost in the shuffle around here. I don’t intend to be just another footnote in history, not with my herculean strength. Not with my agility from that of an Olympic athlete. Not with my undisputed prowess and capability. There’s a lot of talk about how people have that special little it factor, or they’re glorious, or they love showing off just how good they are. But, with the Swiss Superman, he’s simply better in every tangible and measurable category. Strength, endurance, agility, intellect. It's all there. He's not 'technically-better' with his statistics, he's outright better than everyone else on this roster, and he's come to prove just that.”

Cesaro calms himself for a moment, he shakes his head before resuming his speech-

Cesaro: “Now, Sin Cara, Austin Aries - tonight -they're looking to dispute that claim, because I will be against them. They’re looking to dispute my technical prowess. They’re looking to dispute the in-ring effectiveness of my strength. They’re looking to dispute the in-ring effectiveness of my agility and endurance. And, there’s some truth in that claim, right? How effective is my strength, agility, or stamina going to be, when push comes to shove? What am I willing to do? Because, here’s what I’m willing to do, and, that’s anything and everything within that book of rules we hold so high, like any self-respecting competitor should.”

Cesaro steps closer to the camera, the huff of his breath is almost audible-

Cesaro: “So just try and tell me, and say that I just can’t do it. That I don’t have what it takes to get the job done. Because, you’re only poking the lion among men that lies within me with a stick that just isn’t long enough to protect you from a proper mauling. I will run circles around any competitor in that ring. There’s a reason people all around social media say that I can carry any match, and it’s because I’m the best damn professional wrestler this business has to offer. My bar is set to none, and tonight, I will prove exactly that, in the time span of only three measly seconds. The sirens are coming. The Ultimate Wrestling Federation's Revolution, will make way, for the flight of the Swiss Superman.”

Cesaro finishes his speech with him staring boldly into the lens of the camera, as it slowly fades to black. Likewise, UWF Revolution rolls on.


Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already with me in the ring, accompanied by Dan Lawrence, from Black Gate, South Carolina and weighing 177 pounds, Markus Crane!

Markus Crane is the picture of focus as he jogs on the spot, shaking out his wrists and rolling his shoulders. Dan Lawrence stands by on the outside near his corner, sneering.

An assortment of red and green lights begin to fill the arena as a slow and ambient assortment of instruments begin to play, causing a swarm of hate from the audience. Within 20 some seconds of the track, the eruption of an aggressive voice hits-

"FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN!"



This signals one of Disturbed's well-known tracks, conveniently named, Fear. The grunts and heavy instruments echo through the building as out from the back curtain steps the self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", Vampiro. He has a slow stagger in his walk, expressionless is his painted face, while he wears the Intercontinental Championship proud around his waist.



He ignores the crowd's reception of him and continues on down the entrance ramp with a slow pace, staring at the ring with his dull eyes.

Tony Chimel: "From Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion and self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", The Dark Angel, Vampiro!"

Vampiro unhooks his championship from his waist as he steps onto the apron, clutching it in one hand as he climbs the post. With one foot high on the top turnbuckle, Vampiro raises the Intercontinental Championship up high, garnering a loud boo from the audience. This time, a slight grin creases it's way into the side of Vampiro's mouth, showing he somewhat enjoys this negativity being thrown at him.



He hops down from the post and is meet at the side of the ring by the stage crew, who offer to take the belt from Vampiro. He glares at the member for a moment and slowly hands the belt over with an icy cold stare. He removes his jacket and tosses it to the side before pacing himself in a corner in preparation.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Vampiro smirks as he moves to the center of the ring, Markus Crane heading to the middle. The pair tie up in a collar-and-elbow lock, jostling for position, but Vampiro uses his superior size to get the edge and shove Crane back to the ropes. Crane slips between the top and middle ropes and the official orders Vampiro to back off. The Dark Angel does so, stepping away from Crane with an amused look on his face as he chuckles to himself. Crane attempts to get a cheap shot in as he charges Vampiro while his back is turned, but Vampiro has this scouted and throws out a back elbow, connecting flush with Crane's jaw and sending him reeling. Vampiro then closes in, smashing Crane with clubbing blows that drive him back into the corner. Crane, dazed, is drooping but Vampiro props his face up and shouts at him, "DON'T YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?" before unloading with a massive chop to the chest. Crane cries out and claws at his chest after the impact, but then Vampiro slaps away his arms and chops him again, and again, repeating this exchange for several long seconds before finally stepping away from Crane with his arms extended wide, looking smug. Vampiro turns back around and again Crane is charging him; this time, the Dark Angel simply back body drops his opponent and Crane rolls to the outside where Lawrence waits to give him a little pep talk.

Tom Phillips: Moments into this singles contest between Vampiro and Markus Crane and I think these men are mismatched.

Corey Graves: I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I agree. I don't know how those stooges made the leap from NXT to Revolution, but Markus Crane is in over his head against the UWF Intercontinental Champion.

Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of things Markus Crane might be in if this match goes as Vampiro wants it to: a casket.

Crane finishes getting his pep talk and slides back into the ring, but Vampiro is on him immediately, allowing no separation as he drives hard clubbing blows into Markus' spine. Crane finally gets enough breathing room to shove Vampiro away, and when Vampiro comes back in, Crane counters with a picture-perfect dropkick! There's actually a small pop in the crowd as Crane scrambles back to his feet, but Vampiro is up at almost the same time, clearly demonstrating how small an effect the dropkick even had on him. Vampiro closes the gap but Crane goes for a quick jab that takes him off guard and connects with his jaw. Crane follows the jab up with a mean left hook and finally an uppercut that sends Vampiro stumbling back toward the ropes. Crane then charges looking for a clothesline, but Vampiro ducks and throws him over the top rope to the outside! The fans boo as Vampiro follows Crane outside, picks him up and bounces his skull off the announce table. Vampiro then spots Dan Lawrence moving in on him so he turns around and backhands Crane's former tag partner, sending DL stumbling toward the barricade. Vampiro then charges, smashing into Lawrence and causing the barricade to buckle behind him, spilling both men and the barrier into the front row! The fans pop over the carnage.

Mauro Ranallo: That must have been a bracing experience for Dan Lawrence!

Tom Phillips: I think Vampiro just neutralized Markus Crane's one advantage in this match.

Lawrence is writhing as Vampiro gets to his feet and heads back over to Crane, who is leaning against the apron. Vampiro grabs his hair but Crane lashes out with a backhanded strike to his gut that catches Vampiro off guard! Crane then grabs Vampiro by his hair and smashes his face off the edge of the apron repeatedly, seven or eight times before shoving the Dark Angle into the ring. Crane climbs up onto the apron and then shouts, "Here comes the win!" before leaping over to connect with a legdrop! Crane goes for the cover.

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Right after the two, Vampiro gets a foot on the ropes. The fans aren't unified in their mixed reaction, but the vast majority are booing. As Crane climbs off of Vampiro, the Dark Angel rolls out of the ring, which Markus wrongly interprets as an opening so he hits the ropes opposite and comes sailing over the top, only to be caught by Vampiro who then spins him into a falling side slam! Crane screams in pain as his back hits the floor, but Vampiro immediately picks him up and throws him back in the ring, then slides in and starts to stalk his foe. Crane slowly drags himself to the corner, using the turnbuckles to get vertical, then steps away and into a chokehold by Vampiro! Vampiro lifts Crane up for the bite, but the Wet Bandit slips free and rolls his opponent up!

Tom Phillips: Roll-up! Crane might steal this one!


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Corey Graves: Not bloody likely.

Vampiro kicks out and rolls out of the ring. Crane gets to his feet and laughs, showboating in the ring. As he does this he turns his back on the Dark Angel — a fatal mistake. Vampiro immediately slides back into the ring and as Markus Crane turns around, he is nearly decapitated by a clothesline straight from Hell! Crane flips in midair and lands hard on the canvas, but Vampiro immediately picks him back up and sends him into the ropes, then brings him crashing down with a brutal spinebuster. Finally, Vampiro hauls Crane up, grabs him by the throat and slams him to the canvas with the Bite! His fans are cheering, but the crowd is mostly booing as Vampiro hooks the leg.

Mauro Ranallo: I think it's safe to say Markus Crane will think twice about showing off next time he gets the advantage in a match.

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Vampiro breaks the cover, laughing as he lifts Crane's head up by the hair and lets it fall to the canvas. Crane is clearly out of it, but the Dark Angel is not done as he makes the throat-slit gesture, drawing heat from the crowd. He then hauls Crane up, positions him, and drops him with the Nail in the Coffin! The fans are booing the ever-living shit out of the Dark Angel as he once more goes for the cover.

Tom Phillips: That was unnecessarily vicious.

Corey Graves: That's what showboats get, Phillips!

Mauro Ranallo: As much as that probably hurt Markus Crane, I can't help but think that Dan Lawrence got the worse of the two tonight.

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DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,
The UWF Intercontinental Champion

VAMPIRO!



Tom Phillips: A chilling display from the Dark Angel here tonight and I think it was clearly intended to send a message to the men competing for a chance at his championship.

Mauro Ranallo: I don't doubt that you're right, Phillips. Vampiro is a methodical and twisted man and he let all of his horrors loose here tonight in a dominant effort over Markus Crane.

Corey Graves: You almost feel sorry for Crane. Almost.

Crane is completely out of it and medical personnel rush down to the ring as Vampiro climbs to a top turnbuckle and performs his throat-slit gesture. The fans (with the exception of his fans) are booing as the Dark Angel is handed his title and he descends from the top, surveying the wreckage where Dan Lawrence is laid out once more, then looking to Crane, and finally grinning wide as he heads to the back, his work done for the evening. The feed moves onward.


We go backstage where we find Adam Cole sitting in a king's worthy leather chair. He's leaned back with his eyes closed humming to a tune that's first unheard. The camera pans in & catches the first few notes of the tune, "Revolution" by the Beatles.





So you say you want a revolution? Believe me, if there's one person on this roster that knows a little something about revolutions, it's me Adam Cole Bay Bay. I mean let's face it right, I'm the one guy that every suit hates to see walk into their building because they know that Adam Cole doesn't say anything if he doesn't absolutely mean it's going to happen one way or another. I think George Orwell said it best when he stated "Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship."

That's exactly what I'm working for when it comes to this new Revolution here in the UWF. A dictatorship that sees Adam Cole sitting directly on top of the industry, on top of this business with the UWF International Championship firmly in hand. Hmph. Dolph Ziggler can smile at the fact that the suits, namely Ethan Carter practically handed his championship back to him when he brought this company back from the ashes; but I don't see it that way at all. I see it as more of a competitive advantage for me, cause Dolph Ziggler is not my equal, he isn't even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Adam Cole. No, Dolph is nothing more then a paper champion, a placeholder for something that no one could possibly envision coming. Not just a revolution, but the revolution of Adam Cole.



So Dolph don't get too comfortable in my spot, because our paths will meet sooner then you can imagine. You can flash your boyish good looks, your prosthetic smile & shout to the world that you are the best thing since sliced bread. None of it matters when we meet in the middle of the ring. I will take what's mine, what I should of had before Genesis. What you saw in our match as partners, is only the surface level of the talent & charisma I possess. That International Championship is mine, & you can bank of that.

So you say you want a revolution Ethan Carter? Well you better count me in...

BAY BAY.

Adam Cole gets out of the chair & walks off





Kurt Angle steps out from the backstage area and is wearing a suit. Most notably, his right arm is in a sling as he slowly makes his way down the ramp. The fans are cheering their heads off for the Olympic Hero. He slowly walks up the steps and enters the ring where he is handed a microphone.

Kurt Angle: “I’m going to keep it really short. But I’ve got good news, and I’ve got bad news. I’ll start with the bad news first.”

The fans boo at the thought of hearing bad news, even though the news has somewhat been leaked. Kurt continues after they stop booing.





“The bad news is that as a result of the match that I had with Dolph Ziggler at Genesis, I will be unable to wrestle for the time being. My arm is still fractured and I have not been cleared to compete, or well, to do any physical activity for now. The doctors are saying that there is no time table for my return. It was a risk that I knew I had going in and it’s something that I’m going to have to live with until I’m healthy enough to compete again.”

“It’s a risk that I took and now I am thoroughly paying the price for it. But one day I will wrestle again. One day I step into this squared circle as a competitor again and I will compete. One day I will defeat Dolph Ziggler and exact my revenge on him for what he did to my arm and to my career. But when all good things come to an end, it’s a time for a new beginning. New beginnings are what you make them, just like how certain situations happen to you in your life. You can either allow it to make you better, or you can allow it to make you bitter. At the end of the day, you are in control of your fate and your destiny. You are in control of how you perceive and react to the situations and the cards that are dealt your way in life. I won’t allow this to keep me down for too long, besides, it only leads us to the good news for the night.”




“You see, for the past few months I’ve been scoping out talent around the world. I’ve been looking for someone who can take the wheels and the reigns from me and pick up where I was going to leave off. As you can tell with over 20+ years of experience in the wrestling business, I’ve gotten up there in age. Granted I can still keep up, but it has been takin a toll on my body. I thought that this would be happening a bit later on down the road, but it seems like it was all meant to be with how everything lined up. My injury worsening at Genesis, the operations of the business getting shut down for a bit and restarting. It’s just the perfect time for a new revolution in the company and it needs someone to kick start it. That person would have to have all of the intangibles of a superstar, be able to put on a show like no other, and possess out of this world athletic talent. There’s not a lot of people in the world who can do it what I do, and how I do it, but this guy comes close. Whatever distance there is between him and the best wrestler on the roster, that gap is going to be bridged in the new few months, if not weeks. But without further ado, allow me to introduce to you all, the future of the business. Get ready to hear the name that will be repeated all around the world for various great reasons and accomplishments: Seth Rollins!”




Seth Rollins begins to make his way down to the ring and the crowd begins to cheer their heads off once again. Seth comes out onto the stage and eats up the crowds response and walks down the ramp himself. He enters the ring and shakes and hugs Kurt, who then exits the ring and walks up the stage. Seth poses as his music stops.





Before the UWF's rebirth, there was a time of uncertainty. Of turmoil. Of men and women losing their jobs and not knowing what their future would hold. Sure, it only lasted like, fifteen minutes before the news got out that the UWF was shut down and then bought out and re-opened, but did you wonder what happened to some of the superstars of the UWF during those fifteen minutes?

We open with Christian, sitting at what used to be Mr. McMahon's desk in the UWF headquarters with a closed laptop in front of him. He's wearing a very fancy suit and tie, making last second adjustments to his look as Edge comes barging into the room.

Edge
I've been looking all over for you man! We've got a show to make! I think this last promo we shot will be just what EC3 needs to start booking us again on NXT!

Wait a minute, the hell is happening here? Isn't this Vince's office? Dude we need to get out of here NOW! If Vince sees you in here...

Christian
Relax dude, Vince isn't gonna do anything. Haven't you heard the news? Vince shut down the UWF. Just like that, poof. Gone. Donezo. This office doesn't belong to anybody now. It's just a really fancy room and I intend to use this to boost my portfolio and look all official like. So, how do I look?

Edge
To be honest, you look as good as you can possibly look man. Peak Christian right here. So....we're jobless now? Though I guess to be fair we were sorta being paid the absolute bare minimum to just sorta, sit around and try to come up with something funny for the show. Just never seemed to work man.

Christian
You're jobless maybe. Me? I'm about to nail this interview with this investment company. Actually, hold that thought, the interview is about to start. Ah yes, hello Mr. Krazno!

As Christian says this, he opens up the laptop and enters into a Skype call with the group he's interviewing with as Edge whips out his phone and starts playing around, totally tuning out Christian and whatever fake smart words he's using to impress these guys. It isn't working.

Christian
Well you see, I then took their 401K and re-diversified it, spliting it into five equally sized parts and splitting one of those parts in two. I invested heavily in SkyMall which I admit was not smart considering they filed for bankruptcy only two weeks earlier, but I feel like commercial space travel for pets is a really big boom waiting to happen and really, I don't see any chance of a bubble popping for 3D movies. The wave of the future right there, so while my current investments aren't short term winners, it's all about that long term gain in the end.

At this point, Edge has found something of great interest on his phone and gets Christian's attention.

Christian
Excuse me just for one moment, lady and gentlemen, my....assistant has some news for me on some of my foreign investments. I'll mute my microphone and allow you all to discuss what strengths I bring to the table as I hear the good news.

Christian mutes the microphone and slightly lowers the laptop screen as he mouths a displeased What!? at Edge.

Edge
The UWF is back open. EC3 just bought it all outright. He also has an offer for us, he wants us at the new offices stat to get the contract together.

Christian
Oh thank god. I know nothing about investments and honestly, I just found this suit in Vince's office and decided to take a chance. I'm surprised I even made it this far into the interview process.

At this point Christian scoots the chair back but doesn't get up, which leads to the sounds of audible gasps and a female voice on the computer saying Oh my! Christian and Edge are paying no mind to the digital voices however.

Edge
Yeah same, especially this is an interview for a lawyer position at some firm in Pennsylvania or something. Not even close to investments. I guess it's that weirdly natural charisma or something.

The female voice is now in full wooing mode, hooping and hollaring at something she sees on the call but still Edge and Christian are focused on the conversation at hand.

Christian
I guess so. So, I guess let's head to EC3's new office and get this all straightened out. I'll....I'll meet you outside. I found this suit in this office and well.... I only found a shirt, tie and jacket. Nothing else. And you know how I am with wearing fancy clothes. All or nothing. And well, I may be all up top...

Everything makes sense now as the laptop is pointed directly at....well....you don't want to know. I'm sure if dollar bills could be sent via computer screen, Christian's lap would be a millionaire right now without him even realizing it. With one final laptop close and Edge leaving the room, the scene fades away as the two best friends embark on the next stage of their wrestling journey.

With pants on hopefully.


Backstage, Chris Jericho addresses the audience from an undisclosed location.



Chris Jericho: If you don't know who I am, you also don't know who won the G1 this year. You also don't know who entered Money In The Bank promising a World Title run. You also don't know who co-main scented the Biggest Party of the Summer my name is Chris Jericho. I'm a man of many nicknames. Some call me Y2J, some call me The Best In The World At What I Do. Some call me The Greatest of All Time. All of these are nicknames of mine because all of them are true.

I'd like to take a moment to say this promo is sponsored by Getty Images.

Back in January, I got taken out by a guy I thought was my friend. I stayed out for 2 months, questioning the direction of my career. When I made my decision, it wasn't just one last attempt at relevance. It was meant to be my last hurrah for the fans, something I can look back at my career and remember fondly as my final bow.

Then, it happened. I started actually winning. I believed in myself, and everyone believed in me. I found that I could accomplish anything. And now, a few months removed from the derailment from the Path of Jericho, the Detour of Jericho is approaching its final destination: The World Championship. Aztec Warfare is coming up, and my perseverance has led me to the most advantageous position of them all. As the final entrant, the keys to my destiny are in the palm of my hand. I just have to get there one last time.

I started in March by believing in myself. Now, in November, I'm going on because the supporters believe in me. I can't quit now. I won't quit. I will keep going even if it costs me my career. Everyone else in Aztec Warfare had better watch out, because the Revolution of Jericho begins right now.

Fin


The live feed heads to the ring where "The Villain" Marty Scurll is already in the ring.

Tony Chimel:The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, Marty Scurll!

I'M A MAN WITH A PLAN!

Yells out from the PA system and rings through the arena. Signaling the arrival of just that, the Man with a Plan, THE Brian Kendrick.



Brian swaggers out from the back, his signature black pirate flag draped over his shoulders. He quickly looks around, taking in the arena before he begins to walk his way down the ramp. Eyes locked like lasers on the ring.

Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Venice, California, weighing in at 183 pounds, THEE Brian Kendrick!



Kendrick makes his way down the ramp, taking time to look all over the arena. He approaches the steel steps and slaps it with his hand before walking up onto the side of the ring. He enters through the ropes and again displays his pirate flag to the crowd. He takes off his coat, and hands it to a ringside worker before taking his spot in the corner.





Out comes Y2J Chris Jericho, sporting his very, very, very, very, very expensive light-up jacket, one of his many scarves, and The List of Jericho. As the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time spins around, fireworks illuminate the stage area.

Tony Chimel: And their opponents, first from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!

Jericho heads towards the ring, high-fiving every fan in his path, sans that one guy that always ends up disappointed by every little thing. The Ayatolla of Rock 'n' Rolla points out a few pro-Jericho signs in the crowd as he walks up the ring steps and into the square circle, ready to start the match.

That titantron lights up with a countdown of green numbers, starting from ten counting down to zero and once it hits zero oh boy does the place start to pop off as violins and rock guitars lead into the epic song that is known as If You Close Your Eyes. Buckle up ladies and gentlemen, here comes

CHRISTIAN



As his theme music blares and the crowd goes nuts, it isn't too long before their Captain of the S.S. Charisma comes out on the stages, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks out on all of his adoring Peeps. And the few hold over Edgeheads that cheer him out of obligation. Ride together, die together as they say. Christian makes his way down the ramp, slapping his chest, pointing to his peeps as the ring announcer reads the world his stats.



Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 212 pounds. Christian!


As Chimel's sweet, sweet voice echoes around the arena, Christian is at the stairs. He slaps them a couple times before climbing up on top and entering the ring, heading right for the bottom right turnbuckle, climbing on top, shielding his eyes from the sun once more, slapping his chest and pointing at all of his adoring Peeps.


VS



DING DING DING


Christian looks to start things off after a brief conversation with Jericho. Kendrick tells Scurll he's got this and to follow his lead but Scurll actually brushes him off and says he's got this under control. He walks to the center of the ring to tie up, transitioning to a wrist lock and tying it behind the back of Christian. Not yet finished, he grabs Christians head from behind and puts him into a headlock. He's all smiles, thinking he just outwrestled the Canadian but Captain Charisma simply lifts him up for a back suplex. Marty ends up flipping over and landing on his feet. Christian turns around to face him and ends up getting slapped right in the face!


Tom Phillips: What blatant disrespect to a former World Champion.

Corey Graves: Yeah on a second rate show.

Mauro Ranallo: I have a feeling we'll never hear the end of you taking shots at Warzone.

Corey Graves: Hey they tried to do the same constantly when we were under the same umbrella. Now we can speak the truth more freely. Like how there's no way that goofy sidekick is going to walk away with a win tonight.


Marty is laughing like a mad man, more than satisfied with himself. That is is until Christian comes running forward and hits Marty with a spear! Scurll rolls away to his corner and Kendrick tags himself into the match. He cautiously walks up to Christian and sizes him up. The two lock up, Christian getting the advantage with a side headlock. Kendrick walks backwards and bounces Christian off the ropes, folliwng him on the way to the other side of the ring and nailing him with a knee to the gut right as he hits the ropes! He grabs Christian's head and snapmares him to a seated position, running forward to hit the ropes for some momentum before coming back with a dropkick to the face!


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Christian kicks out! Kendrick decides to try and ground him, immediately going into a headlock of his own. The crowd doesn't waste any time sitting on their hands, instead opting to start a clap to help Christian fight through it. He does and slowly gets back to a vertical base, elbowing Kendrick to create some separation. He tries top run towards the ropes but Kendrick grabs him by the back of his tights and pulls him back to him, back suplexing him to the mat.

Kendrick looks over to Scurlls and let's him know that that's how it's done. Scurll just kind of rolls his eyes, not really paying attention to Brian. Kendrick looks back to see Christian crawling over to his partner and so he runs over and drops a diving double axe handle to his back. He follows that up with a few stomps before picking him back up to his feet. He's able to quickly take him back down with a snap suplex and right away gets back up and heads over to the corner where he climbs up to the top rope. He tells Marty to take some notes before jumping off with a frog splash but Christian gets his knees up in time, Kendrick landing right on them!


Tom Phillips: The veteran instincts of Christian kicking in right there.

Corey Graves: You act like Kendrick hasn't been in the business for decades. I bet this is just a part of his plan. Lure him into a false sense of security.


Kendrick writhes around, holding his ribs and kicking his feet while Scurll leans over the ropes, trying to get a tag. Christian meanwhile is slowly making his way to his corner. Kendrick notices this and decides to hurry up and tag in Marty. The Villain makes his way into the ring but Christian leaps forward and tag in Jericho! Chris comes in and takes down Scurll with a flying forearm smash. Marty pops back up only to get taken down with a second forearm smash. He gets up the third time and Jericho whips him to the ropes. He manages to reverse it however and send Jericho running instead, following him to get the upperhand but Jericho jumps onto the second rope and springboards off with a back elbow to take down Scurll once more! With Marty down, Jericho runs towards the ropes, coming off with a lionsault directly onto Scurll! He stay on him for the pin.



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Scurll kicks out! Y2J gets back to his feet and runs over towards the corner, springboarding off the ropes once more and turning in mid air to dropkick Kendrick off the apron! He looks down at him and slaps his belly, showing him that he can still fly around despite gaining a few pounds. Marty however has gotten back to his feet behind him and runs forward, dropkicking Jericho in the back of the head! Chris is slightly dazed, giving Scurll enough time to turn him around and kick him in the gut, lifting him up in a suplex before turning at the apex and planting him with the falcon arrow! He grabs a hold of Jericho's leg for the pin.



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Jericho kicks out! Scurll backs off a bit and stalks Chris as he slowly rises to his feet. Scurll spins around in a circle, throwing his hands up at the end yelling "Chicken Wing!" but Jericho has this scouted, or maybe he just simply heard him yell out his plan but he turns around and feed him his leg, bringing the other leg up for an enziguri! Marty doesn't go down however, simply stumbling around the ring. Jericho comes over and gives him a stiff chop to the chest. You can see the pain etched on Scurll's face but he doesn't back down, throwing a chop of his own. It looks like it's chop war as both men go back and forth, trying to see who can outlast the other. Their chest start to get red and swollen, Jericho throwing one chop that sends Marty down to a knee. Scurll fights through the pain and stands back up, instead of a chop, going for a superkick! Or at least that's what he wants Jericho to think as when he puts his hands up to block it, Marty yells out "Just Kidding!" and superkicks him in his knee, dropping Jericho to a kneeling position.


Corey Graves: I've got to say, I really like the Scurll guy. Where was Warzone hiding him?


Scurll grabs Jericho's hand, raising it up to his chest and telling the crowd to Shh. He takes Jericho's fingers and simply snaps them, a loud crack being heard all over the arena, fans practically feeling sick to their stomachs. Marty is all smiles but Y2J just jumps up for a second enziguri! This gives him just enough time to go over and tag Christian back into the match! Christian comes comes running over and clotheslines Scurll over the ropes but he lands on the apron. He tries to pick him up but Marty grabs his head and hangs him on the top rope. Christian retreats, holding his throat as Scurll comes back into the ring. He runs at Christian but Captain Charisma hits him with a back elbow to stagger him. He follows up by kicking him in the gut and then lifting him up with a suplex, bouncing him off the ropes for a slingshot suplex! He then goes for the cover.



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Kendrick breaks up the count! Jericho comes into the ring and looks to clothesline Kendrick but Brian walks backwards and lowers the ropes for him to go tumbling out of the ring. Kendrick turns his attention to Christian but Jericho grabs his feet from the outsdie and drops him face first, pulling him out of the ring and tossing him into the barricade! Scurll meanwhile is trying to get to his feet but Christian is behind him, grabbing his arms and slowly turning him around before planting him with the Killswitch! He turns him over for the pin while Jericho stands gaurd on the outside. Kendrick could fight through and try to break up the pin but he instead shake his head and just starts to walk towards the entracne ramp.



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Tony Chimel:Here are your winners, Chris Jericho and Christian!





Kendrick is already halfway up the ramp, not even bothering to look back as he heads to the back. Christian and Jericho however get their hands raised and even shake hands, showing each other mutual respect much to the adoration of the fans.


The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a video feed. The scene shown is one in a studio - a radio studio by the looks of it. Monitor and microphones and soundproof walls. You know what I mean. There's a big ol' poster on the back wall that says


ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5


Why it's the hottest radio program in Wisconsin, and via the power of syndication, many other important markets around the midwest! For the first time ever, it's being broadcast on television! What a treat! Your hosts, as always, are...

The man with the shortest fuse in the business, Swoggle!



And of course, the most promising new addition to the UWF roster, Mr. Kennedy!



Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen of the greater Green Bay area, and of course to all our listeners around the midwest and, yes, for the first time ever, our fans from all around the world - it's my contractual obligation to thank you for tuning in to the best talk radio show on the air today - ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5!

Kennedy smashes that sound effect button.



Swoggle: And hey, if you're a virgin to the show and you don't know what you're in for, let me give you a little piece of advice -

Kennedy: You could say that that's the only kind of advice you're capable of buddy. Whooooooooah!

Swoggle: Shove it your a** ya blonde d***turd. Ahem. Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted - ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5 is not a family-friendly product. We don't sugar-coat, we straight-shoot. We don't play nice, we talk tough. We don't beat around the bush, we dive right into the bush.

Kennedy: As is our God-given right as Americans.

Swoggle: So if your pansy-a** can't handle a bit of grown-up talk, maybe flip the dial or put on a a Raffi tape for the kids cause it's only gonna get worse.

Kennedy shuffles some papers around looking ready to go when suddenly, his nose starts twitching. A look of disgust creeps across his face.

Kennedy: Holy Chr*st did you just fart Swoggle? This whole studio smells like three-day-old Lucky Charm bowl milk left out on the kitchen counter in July.

Swoggle: You just noticed that now? It's been like that ever since the last time I had your mom in here.

The diminutive "Irishman" slaps the sound effect button.



Kennedy: Alright, tuck it back in ya circus freak, lets not forget who's paying the bills here. Besides, we've got some real business to get to. Did you uh... did you check the fan mail this week?

Swoggle reaches down and picks up a folder full of paper. Then he opens it up.

Swoggle: As a matter of fact I did. And to be honest with you Ken, I think the degenerates who tune into this farce of a show have set themselves a new low. I'm not saying I can't look past a few typos, but if I didn't know any better I'd say a bunch of filthy, belligerent, ignorant apes sent this batch in. Hell, I get most of these via email and even those came with stains on them. I don't even know how that's possible.

Kennedy: What can I say? This is a show of assholes by assholes for assholes. I wouldn't expect or want anything less.

Swoggle: Amen to that. But daylights burning up like a coffee-break joint, so let's get to it. Our first letter is from one "Craig Von Smark-enstein"...

The blonde superstar facepalms...

Kennedy: Jesus...

Swoggle continues.

Swoggle: It says "Hey assholes! Your show sucks. JK, big fan. I just wanted to let you know that I think Mr. Kennedy is being wasted in this Intercontinental tournament or whatever you want to call it. He's good enough to be the world champion and he should get his shot ASAP." Sheesh, what a d*ck-rider. What a brown-noser. What a suck-up.

Again, he goes to the sound effect button.



Kennedy: What can I say Craig? You're right. I could be the world champion. But I've got some other fish to fry first, okay? You of all people should be able to appreciate how far a kiss-ass can get in this world, and that's why frauds like Dolph Ziggler and Bobby Roode get the main event slot. There's no d*ck they wouldn't suck to get some gold around their waist.

But here's the thing - what I've got, it's undeniable. It's unstoppable. And it's not gonna be long until I march right into their little "main event scene" and flip it over on its head. I'm not in a rush though - hell, I've got all the time in the world. So until I decide otherwise, I'm gonna make it my top priority to become the UWF Intercontinental Champion. They call it the true worker's title. It's blue collar. I like that. I'm gonna win my match tonight, win my match next week and then win me that belt, and buddy, you'd better believe I'll wear it with pride. You can mark words that six months from now, I'll be main eventing with the so-called "silver medal" belt while those pricks in the big spotlight tonight try and find out why they were too stupid to see me coming. Next question.

Swoggle: Alright, this one's from "Stone Cold Steve Arnold."

Kennedy: That's catchy.

Swoggle: Just like VD. Anyway, Arnold asks "Fellas, quick question - who is Ken gonna pin in his debut, that smiley indy douchebag or that....

Swoggle pauses, looking uncertainly at the paper in front of him.

Kennedy: What is it? What's wrong?

Swoggle: Well you know how there's like four words even we're not allowed to say?

Kennedy: Uhhhh, yup.

Swoggle: Well this guy called Dalton Castle three of 'em.

Ken looks shocked. And appalled.

Kennedy: Don't you check these before we go on air?

Swoggle: I had an intern do it.

Kennedy: We don't have any interns...

Swoggle shrugs...

Swoggle: Yeah, well, I was gonna do it but then I decided to take a monster dump instead.

He reaches over and slaps the sound effect button.



Kennedy: Alright, fine. Well, to answer the question as best I can or want to - I don't care which one I pin. I'll pin 'em both if I feel like it. Dalton Castle is a goofball who looks like the kind of guys real men would murder in the ring in the 80's. Maybe its time for a little throwback.

On the other hand, Adam Cole is a festering pile of flaming human garbage. It's like if Catherine Keener were a fourteen-year-old boy hitting puberty playing shooter games on the internet and running his mouth through the headset between big, nasty sips of that purple mountain dew - that's how I would describe his personality. Fortunately, I don't have to worry about it cause it's gonna take me south of five minutes to expose the little sh*t. After I wax these to, I'll be happy to move on to bigger and better things.

Swoggle: Last question comes from frequent contributor "Arizona Asshole 666". He says "Hey boys, writing from prison. Can I get a shout out on the show so the guys here know I mean business?"

Kennedy: You most certainly can. And there it was.

Swoggle: So there you have it. Until next time. Remember that an asshole is, well, an asshole. So own it. Good luck out there Ken.

Kennedy: Thanks partner. We're outta here!

Swoggle slaps the sound effect button one last time.



The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.


The feed heads back down to the ring where Austin Aries is already in the ring.

Tony Chimel:The following contest is a triple threat match where the winner will move on to a second triple threat for the number one contendership to the Intercomnytinental Championship! Introducing first, Austin Aries!

Aries throws his fist up in the air and gets ready for the match.



The James Bond Gun Barrel sequence begins to creep across the titantron and minitron. The lights grow dim to further stimulate the traditional James Bond aesthetic. To no one's surprise, the audience erupts into cheers for for the much-beloved Swiss Cyborg/Superman, Cesaro, as he does his 'James Bond Walk',across the dimly-lit stage. The lights suddenly go up again, and “Riders of the Storm”, by Hammerfall hits the speakers. Cesaro does his signature double fist-bump down the entrance ramp, and in turn, the audience pops. Then, in signature fashion, he tears out of his suit jacket and dress shirt like they were both nothing, and correspondingly, rips off his suit pants, throwing them overhead in an equally exaggerated fashion.




Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring, from Lucerne, Switzerland, weighing in at 232 lbs, he is the Swiss Cyborg, CESARO!"

The Swiss Cyborg readjusts his sunglasses, letting them stay in front of his eyes, as he makes his way down to the ringside. Cesaro passes adoring fans, several Cesaro Section signs inevitably pop as he walks by. Once he reaches ringside, he pulls himself up onto the side of the ring with the assistance of the ring ropes. Walking over to the ringpost closest to the hardcam, Cesaro mounts the turnbuckle to perform his signature double fist-bump once more.





Fans in the arena give a mix reaction as Titus O'Neil's theme hits through the PA system. The man behind the Titus Brand comes out, and he has a microphone in hand, and he goes onto speak

Titus O'Neil: Ladies and gentlemen! I would like to introduce to you the first signee of the Titus Brand. The soon to be number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship.... The International sensation....SIN CARA!



Fans in the arena cheer as Sin Cara comes out. Sin Cara looks on and he points at his opponent(s)



Sin Cara goes, and he runs down the ramp, and he jumps up high in the sky clearing the ropes as pyro goes off behind him. Titus begins barking in the background proud of his clients stunt.

VS VS


DING DING DING


Mauro Ranallo: Here we go, who will move on and become one step closer to challenging for the Intercontinental Championship.

Corey Graves: Well I can easily tell you who it's not going to be, this buffoon right here.


Sin Cara walks right up to the middle of the ring and places his hands on his hips. He looks over at Cesaro and then to Aries. He sticks his finger out but moves it back and forth between the two, trying to decide who to point at. Both Aries and Cesaro look flabbergasted at what's going on until Sin Cara finally points firmly at Aries. Austin doesn't take him too seriously, that is until Cara runs forward and takes him down with a dropkick! Sin Cara gets back to his feet and now points at Cesaro. He runs full speed but Cesaro knows exactly what's coming and just nails him with a european uppercut! Sin Cara tries to get back to his feet but stumbles around a bit. Cesaro just walks up to him and tosses him out of the ring, Titus walking over to check on his client.

Aries has gotten up from the dropkick and runs at Cesaro, connecting with a forearm smash to the face. He throws a few more to back him into the corner but Cesaro just shoves him away. Aries runs back at him but Cesaro sends him back with a back elbow to the face. He then runs out of the corner and takes him down with a diving european uppercut! Aries flops around on the mat like a fish but Cesaro calmly walks over and pops his own neck before reaching down, looking to already finsih this match with the neutralizer. What he doesn't notice however is that Sin Cara has climbed to the top rope and he comes off with a crossbody! Cesaro goes down and Sin Cara just stays on him for the first pin of the match.



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Cesaro practically bench presses Sin Cara off of him, lifting him back up to a stand position. Sin Cara decides to just flip down onto Cesaro but the Swiss Superman moves out of the way, Sin Cara hitting nothing but the mat. Aries is back up but gets picked up by Cesaro and bodyslammed right on top of Sin Cara! Not satisfied, Cesaro picks up Sin Cara and grabs both his arms with a double underhook. He lifts him up for a powerbomb but the Mexican Sensation manages to wrap his legs around Cesaro's head and hurrincanrana's him forward into the ropes! Sin Cara points to the heavens even though his mentor Mysterio isn't dead. He runs forward and actually connects with the 619! He follows that up with a springboard splash onto Cesaro and hooks the leg for the pin, Titus already celebrating on the outside.


Tom Phillips: This could be it! Sin Cara could be moving on!

Corey Graves: They day Sin Cara becomes a serious threat is the day Jimmy Uso comes back to win a World title.

Mauro Ranallo: Hey it almost happened once before.



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Cesaro kicks out! Cara gets ready for him but ends up getting attacked from behind by Aries with the discus fivearm! Cesaro is already starting to get back to his feet so Aries walks over to him and starts to put the boots to him, not giving him any breathing room. Cesaro however isn't called a cyborg for nothing though as he fights through the attack to get back to his feet. He breaks through Aries' offense and throws a few european uppercut to back him into the ropes. He shoots Aries off and when he comes back, Cesaro tosses him up high into the air for the Very European Uppercut! Aries looks out of it and Cesaro drops down for the cover.



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Sin Cara breaks up the count! Cesaro stands up right away and gets in his face. Sin Cara doesn't back down, sticking his index finger in the chest of Cesaro, daring him to attack him. Cesaro looks away with a smile but comes back with full force behind a clothesline. Sin Cars ducks it and kicks Cesaro in the leg. The Swiss Superman backs away a bit but Sin Cara continues to kick at his leg, backing him into a corner. Sin Cara then climbs up to the middle ropes and raises his fist in the air. He starts to drop down punches to the top of Cesaro's head, Titus leading the crowd as they count along with every punch, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Sin Cara pauses for the big pop for the 10th hit but Cesaro just picks him up and throws him down, keeping a hold on his legs and looking around as the crowd explodes into cheers.


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Sin Cara might be going for a little swing!

Tom Phillips: How many spins you think he's going to do Corey?

Corey Graves: I'm personally hoping he just chunks him into space.


Cesaro is about to swing him but Aries comes over to dropkick him in the back of the head! Cesaro stumbles and turns around as Aries hits the ropes to come off with a crossbody. Cesaro shows his superior strength by catching him in mid air! He then throws A Double back with a fallaway slam, landing backwards with a bridge for a pin!



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Aries kicks out! Cesaro gets back to his feet pretty quickly and this time grabs Aries legs. He doesn't waste any time as he starts to move in a circle, gathering momentum as he sends Aries flying around with the Cesaro Swing! Sin Cara gets back to his feet and sees this happening. He tries to go attack Cesaro but Aries almost hits him so he backs away. He tries to get a different angle but no matter what Aries comes flying at him. It almost as if Sin Cara is trying to jump into an ongoing double dutch situation. He finally gives up and just goes to the top rope, jumping off with a dropkick to take down Cesaro mid swing. Cesaro ends up rolling out of the ring while Sin Cara quickly runs back over to the top rope. He hops up as quick as a cat and leaps off with a senton bomb on top of Aries! Cesaro gets back to his feet on the outside. He tries to get into the ring but he's still dizzy from the swing, losing his balance and falling back to the ground! Sin Cara hooks the leg for the pin!



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Tony Chimel:Here is your winner, Sin Cara!




Tom Phillips: He did it!

Corey Graves: God help us all! We'll never hear the end of this.

Cesaro looks on in disbelief as Titus slides into the ring and raises his clients hand, yelling about the Titus Brand. This continues until the live feed goes elsewhere.



UWF Revolution transitions immediately into a segment, showing Sheamus sitting in a stock chair in a studio room, wearing one of his own "Celtic Warrior" shirts. He has a toothy grin on his face.

Sheamus: So, I've been told to do a bit of a vignette for you people watching the show in the arena and at home, introduce myself to the lot of ya. They gave me a big list of things I have to cover, but..

Sheamus looks idly at a piece of paper in his hand that he holds up, glancing towards the camera again as he dismissively tosses it over his shoulder and out of view.

I was never much good at doing what I'm told. Let's get down to me. The Celtic Warrior. That's not just a flashy nickname, either. I live for this, more than any of you are gonna think or believe. This is my lifeblood. Not just for UWF, not just for the competition, but for the thrill of the fight. I'm here because this is where you can find the best in the world, other athletes who I've been told are at my level. This is place where I can be challenged, I can improve, and I can get knocked around a bit while I rattle a few skulls along this roster.

Sheamus seems to pause and think, leaning forward in his chair as he looks more pensively towards the camera.

Let's get to something the lot of you'll care about more. I know I care about it. My match tonight, with Seth Rollins and Drew Gulak. Honestly, I like 'em. They've got a good mindset. I can admire an optimist, the kind of fella who'll soldier on even when they're in a stupidly impossible situation, like a match with yours truly. Now I can't blame 'em for that, they've probably never experienced a kick in the mouth from myself, at least I don't think so. I'd say they might not remember, but at least one of those fellas has already got something going wrong upstairs. I'll leave it to you people to figure out which one of 'em that is.

Sheamus settles back into his chair, seeming a bit antsy in it as he glances off to the side of the camera, stroking his beard for a moment.

Tough one, isn't it? Don't worry, you'll figure it out by the end of the tonight. Just look for which one of 'em squares up to me and it'll be obvious. But we've had enough talking, I know I have. I'm itching for a fight, and I'm not leaving this arena until I've got one. And I can tell you, for my first one on this show, it's gonna be a slugfest to remember.

The camera zooms more in on Sheamus' face as he continues speaking and his voice becomes more intense, staying focused on his gaze after he finishes. The segment slowly fades to black, bringing us back to normal Revolution programming.

With Revolution well under way, we return to ringside for the next match. In the ring stands Tony Chimel, the referee, and Adam Cole, who looks cocky as ever with a smirk across his mouth.

Tony Chimel: "The following contest is a triple threat match, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first currently in the ring, from Panama City, Florida, Adam Cole-"

Suddenly, Chimel is interrupted as Cole throws his arms up in the air and shouts his signature line.

Adam Cole: "BAY-BAY!"








I WANT IT ALL

I WANT IT ALL

AND I WANT IT NOW

The famous guitar riffs from Queen's "I want it all" plays and the crowd breaks into a mix of cheers and screams for the charismatic peacock Dalton Castle.
not so long after the song starts playing Castle and the Boys come out of the curtain, yelling and screaming like only peacocks can.



Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring, hailing from Catalina Island, weighing in at a perfect 222 lbs, he is the Party Peacock, The Charismatic Milkshake, he is Dalton Castle!!"

The crowd cheers the colorful Dalton Castle while he walks down to the ring hyping himself up with shouts and his battle cry:"LET'S GO BREAK SOME HEARTS!

Dalton enters the ring using the boys as stairs and he gets ready to do his pose.



After he finishes the posing the boys take off his clothes and they exit to the ringside area while Dalton walks to his corner and get ready for the match.





That rough-around-the-edges guitar riff crushes the arena air, bringing the capacity crowd to their feet. When the full band kicks in, the UWF's most brash and brazen wrestler on the roster struts out on to the ramp.



With a cocksure swagger in his step, he marches down the ramp, ignoring the praise while rudely chomping at a piece of gum with his mouth wide open. He scales the stairs, walks halfway across the apron and ducks through the ropes before taking a stance in the dead center of the squared circle. A single spotlight illuminates him there while the house lights cut out. From the rafters drops a microphone - the old school ring announcer kind. He snatches it out of the air and raises his free hand to call for a silence. Tony Chimel has already abandoned his post - there's only one person fit to make the introduction, and he does so with exceeding bravado...

And now, Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for.... weighing in at two-hundred-and-forty-three pounds... hailing from Green Bay, Wiscooooooonsin...

He tilts back his head and shouts at the top of his lungs...



Missssttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer Kennnnnnneddddddyyyy!


The fans scream it with him, but then once again fall silent in anticipation. He isn't finished yet...

Kennnneeeeddddddyyyyyyyy

Mr. Kennedy lets go of the mic and its pulled back up towards the ceiling. He takes off his shirt and tosses into the crowd as he gets ready for the match.

vs.

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell rings, the crowd are still buzzing for Mr. Kennedy's in-ring return. He's obviously enthralled with this sort of response, chewing his gum as he warms up his wrists. Castle is standing with his hands on his hips, not looking worried in the slightest as he eyes his opposition. Before he has a chance to get out of his corner, he's assaulted by Cole who runs over with a kick to the gut, causing Castle to kneel over. Cole continues to put the boot to the Party Peacock until he's sitting down. He's given no breathing room as this time Cole presses his knee against his chest, using the rope as leverage to put more pressure on. Kennedy marches over and spins Cole, pushing him out of the way. Cole gives him a stern look, and it looks like the two are about to duke it out. Castle is about to get up, but is instantly downed by Kennedy who's now putting the boot to him! Cole joins in with a hardy laugh, as the two seem to be in cahoots!

Marullo Ranallo: "As we get underway folks, it seems that the Peacock has begun to realize the disadvantages of Triple Threat Rules. Strange yet effective teamwork by Adam Cole and Mr. Kennedy."

Corey Graves: "I had my doubts about Ken Kennedy at first, but it's good to see he hasn't gone soft since his departure. Kicking the hell out of the wannabe Freddie Mercury known as Dalton Castle isn't too bad of a way to show that either!"

The two back off, Kennedy still chewing his gum with that confident swagger of his. Castle is out of it and loopy, and the Boys at ringside run over and begin fanning him! The crowd begins to chuckle and clap, Castle slowly regains his posture. Cole pats Kennedy on the back and directs traffic, telling him to begin stomping away again. But before Cole can take a step, Kennedy gets him good with a closed fist to the mouth, much to the surprise of the crowd who pop for this. He backs Cole up into the ropes and throws him out of the ring through the middle ropes. Kennedy turns his attention to Castle and picks him up from the corner, throwing him for an Irish whip into the opposite corner. Kennedy runs for him, but Castle gets his knees up and connects to the face of Kennedy! The People's Asshole is a bit stunned now, as Castle is now standing on the middle rope. He leaps forward with a forward flip, grabbing the head of Kennedy in the process and nailing him with a big blockbuster! Dalton goes for the cover.

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...2!


Kickout!

Kennedy manages to get the shoulder up just after the 2 count, but seems a bit out of it from the impact. On the outside, Cole's been getting to his feet, before he heads into the ring, he notices The Boys on the outside staring at him. Cole takes a look at the ring, seeing that now Castle has Kennedy in a headlock, and decides to slowly step down from the apron. One of The Boys, Brandon, walks up to Cole confidently with his hands on his hips, to which Cole responds with a chuckle. Brandon is having none of this, and with the fan slaps Cole, which has no effect on him physically. Adam raises his hands, signaling he's over it and reaches his hand on the bottom rope signaling he plans to enter the ring, in which Brandon turns his back. Before you could sneeze, Cole has a devilish smirk on his face, as he comes behind Brandon and CRACK!, nails Brandon in the back of the head with a superkick!

Tom Phillps: "Boy down! Boy down! Cole just knocked him into next week with a superkick!"

Maruo Ranallo: "That's uncalled for! Brandon was just cooling off Cole, that's a sign of sportsmanship if I've ever seen anything like it."

Corey Graves: "Could you two knuckleheads stop for just a moment? A professional like the Panama Playboy had full right to kick that goofy servant's teeth in!"

The other boy is in a panic, as Brandon is now knocked unconscious on the floor. He goes over to help him up, but is stopped short as now Cole grabs him by the hair, and with a vicious tug, sends him flying into the barricade, hitting it back first. Both boys are laid out at ringside as now Cole enters the ring with a grin. Dalton, who got the upper hand on Kennedy, who's laying back in the corner, is livid. As soon as Cole is in the ring, Castle lays into him with punches to the stomach. He gets Cole backed into the ropes and throws him for an Irish whip. Cole reverses, and now it's Castle who's running. When he rebounds, he sees Cole bent over, looking for a back body drop. The Party peacock shows his athleticism by hopping over and goes for the pin, but Cole is still standing! Castle is trying to tug him down, but Cole is barely budging. Kennedy sees this and gets a running start, connecting with a big boot to knock Cole down! The ref gets down for a count!

...1!



...Kennedy breaks it up!

Ken hits Castle in the back of the head with a boot, breaking up the pin. He uses his foot to push Cole out onto the apron for some breathing room. He grabs a hand full of Castle's hair and lifts him up to stand. He bends Dalton down and wraps his arm around the head, looking for a DDT. Castle fights back with closed fists to the sternum of Green Bay's Hero, causing him to loosen his grip. Dalton grabs a hold of Ken's arm and twists himself out of the hold, he kicks Ken in the stomach now and goes for a DDT of his own! But he's overpowered when Kennedy wraps his arms around the waist of Castle, and uses his strength to hoist up Dalton, and drops him down with an atomic drop! Castle looks like he's about ready to vomit from the sudden impact to the family jewels. Kennedy still has Castle in the hold on his knee, as Cole's already in the ring. He runs the ropes, and on impact leaps forward at Castle leg force, hitting him with a huge Shining Wizard!

Corey Graves: "Picture perfect Shining Wizard on Castle! Somewhere out there in Japan, Keiji Mutouh is proud!"

Indeed, Cole connects it perfectly, knocking the Peacock down for the count. Castle drops off the knee of Kennedy, who goes in for the cover! Just as the ref gets down for the count, Cole pulls the leg of Ken, getting him off of Castle, and goes for the pin himself! Kennedy looks bewildered and pulls Cole off of Dalton! Adam rolls his tongue in his cheek and stands up slowly, staring at The People's Asshole. The two begin to exchange words. The two are going back and forth over who deserve's the pin, and Cole puts his hands up as a signal to succeed, but before Kennedy can move for it, Cole gets him for a poke to the eyes! Kennedy holds his eyes in frustration, as Cole chuckles at him, as the crowd boos a massive storm of heat. Adam bends down and readies himself, as he throws his hands up and shouts-

Adam Cole: "ADAM COLE BAY BA-!!!"

No words can explain the simple, yet devastating reply Kennedy just gave to Cole, as with a lift of his leg and foot, Mr. Kennedy just kicked Adam Cole ring in the dick with full force, causing Adam to hold his possible broken jewels in pain and gasp for air. The referee looks on with a wince, but allows it anyway as their's no DQ. Kennedy's vision is back to normal, and he tosses the bent over Cole onto the outside. Although not effective in the slightest, this annoys Cole either way. Kennedy turns around and is met with a fist to the stomach, as now Castle is getting some offense in with a few shots. Kennedy is able to duck one of these blows and return with a few of his one. One after the other, this goes on and on between the two, taking blow after blow until finally, Kennedy switches from the stomach to a closed fist to the mouth of Castle, knocking him backward. With this advantage, Kennedy goes in and ducks a swing from Castle, when Castle turns back around, Ken places his arm across the chest of the Peacock, swings his arm over his shoulder, and goes for the Mic Check! But no! Just before he can swing himself backward for the facebuster, Castle hits him in the side of the head with a few elbows, causing him to lose his grip. Castle reverses the roles with a twist of the arm, and plants Kennedy with his own move! Kennedy looks out of it as soon as he's hit with the impact of the Dalton Check, but Dalton isn't finished. He picks up Kennedy quickly, places his head between his thighs, and lifts him up! The crowd are going crazy for this feat of strength, as Castle starts to turn around and around, before he nails Kennedy with the Bang-A-Rang! Castle stands up, as Kennedy is completely knocked out now. Castle himself is dizzy, and has trouble trying to turn Kennedy over, but from the ringside comes Adam Cole! He grabs Dalton and tosses the Dizzy Peacock out through the middle rope like a sack of potatoes and goes for the pin on Kennedy!

Tom Phillips:"No! Not like this! Cole's trying to steal the win!"


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...2!






...3!


DING! DING! DING!

Tom Phillips: "Here is your winner, Adam Cole!"



Cole is quick to roll out of the ring with a smirk on his face for his deeds. Dalton, on the other hand, is at ringside, trying to get his Boys backup from the beating Cole dished out. Kennedy is regaining consciousness, and stares at Cole with a scowl of disgust, spitting his gum out onto ringside. Cole throws up his arms, shouting "ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!" before heading to the back. Revolution rolls on to our next segment.



The scene opens up to Renee, standing by with microphone in hand, she smiles as she pulls the microphone up to her mouth, she then goes on to say the words...

Renee Young: "Hello UWF Universe! Here on the Revolution debut show, I'm standing beside the newly-signed Drew Gulak, who is preparing for his debut match alongside Seth Rollins and Sheamus in a Triple Threat match! Which means no disqualification or count outs. So Drew, what's your gameplan coming into this match?"

Renee turns to Drew to see him shouting at the top of his lungs into his megaphone.

Drew Gulak: "NO FLY ZONE! NO FLY ZONE! NO MORE HIGH-FLYERS! NO FLY ZONE!"



Drew looks to Renee and comes over, megaphone still up to his mouth. He replies, still shouting into his megaphone.

Drew Gulak: "I LOOK TO PROVE A POINT HERE IN UWF, WITH MY GOOD OLD GRAPPLING, TECHNICAL STYLE!"

Renee holds her hands to her ears.

Renee Young: "Drew- DREW COULD YOU STOP SHOUTING!"

Drew puts his megaphone down.

Drew Gulak: "Well, of course, I'm looking to gain more followers onto my campaign and show them all, 277 beautiful slides of my magnificent PowerPoint presentation, seems easy, doesn't it?"

Renee Young: "Well, sure! But let me ask you, how do you think this match will go?"

Drew Gulak: "Well, that's an easy one, where are the hard questions? This match is basically the Dole - Clinton 1996 Presidential Debate, it seemed one-sided enough to me, except now, there's a third person in the mixture, I don't care which one I have to make tap out, but as soon as that Gu-Lock has them trapped, they're done. Gone. Ring the bell, just save them."

Renee Young: "Thanks for your time Drew."

Drew Gulak: "No problem, but now, I hereby make this zone, a NO FLY ZONE."

He places his sign in a nearby stand and rushes off to get ready and grab a new sign for his match.


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd buzzes as Chimel gestures to Seth Rollins, who is already waiting for his opponents.

Tony Chimel: Already in the ring with me, he is the Architect. From Davenport, Iowa and weighing 217 pounds, Seth ROLLINS!

There is a modest pop for Rollins as he surveys the crowd, nodding and then heading to his corner to perform some pre-match stretches before the beginning of tonight's triple threat contest.



Drew Gulak walks out into the view of the crowd, he holds a sign which reads "No Fly Zone!" and points up to the sky, he stops halfway on the ramp and nods whilst looking to the crowds.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 193lbs. and standing at 6 ft. 0 in. From Philidelphia, Pennsylvania. Drew, Gulak!

Drew resumes his stroll and walks to the steel steps, he walks up them and runs his hand across the top rope as he walks along the apron, he places the sign down on the apron before stepping through the middle rope. He turns and picks the sign back up and holds it up for all the crowd to see the words, "No Fly Zone!".

He walks to his corner and hands his sign to the referee, who takes it to the timekeeper's area.



Drew runs his hands along both the ropes connected to the top turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent.



The lights go dark and the theme of Sheamus begins to echo in the arena, slowly building up. As the intro reaches its climax, the lights go completely dark before the stage is brightly lit with spotlights pointing towards Sheamus, standing on the stage with his arms outstretched and fists clenched.

Sheamus: Faugh a ballagh!



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Dublin Ireland, weighing in at 267lbs, he is the Celtic Warrior, SHEAMUS!

With his music now playing at full blare, Sheamus walks down the ramp with the crowd cheering and yelling, many hoping to see what kind of violence the large man from Ireland can inflict. He walks down the ramp with a serious look on his face, licking his lips as he stares toward the ring.

Quickly turning and walking up the steps, Sheamus walks across the apron, turning to face the crowd and once again spreading his arms, fists clenched as he lets loose another war cry in their direction, much to their delight. With a grin on his face, Sheamus steps between the ropes and confidently takes position in the ring.



DING DING DING!

Right off the hop Drew Gulak crosses the ring and gets in Seth Rollins' face. The two exchange words as Rollins steps up and Gulak steps back so they're standing center ring, shouting at one another. The fans are chanting "Fight! Fight!" at this point, and it's Gulak who throws the first blow by shoving Rollins. Rollins comes right back and shoves Gulak, but before Gulak can retaliate, Sheamus blasts both men with a double lariat! Gulak rolls out of the ring and so the Celtic Warrior pulls Rollins up to his feet and sends him off the ropes. Rollins rebounds and goes for a diving forearm, grounding Sheamus. The Architect then gets to his feet just as Gulak shouts at him from the apron, and as Rollins turns around, Gulak grabs him by the hair and drops off the apron, hanging Rollins on the top rope! Rollins stumbles away and into the waiting arms of Sheamus, who powerslams him. Seth rolls onto the apron as Gulak slides into the ring and tries to capitalize on Sheamus, whose attention is on the architect. Gulak charges, but Sheamus has the sneak attack well scouted and turns into a discus punch that rocks Gulak and sends him careening into the corner.

Tom Phillips: Lightning-paced action here in this triple threat match and all three of these men, with fresh contracts here on the debut episode of Revolution, are looking to make a statement.

Mauro Ranallo: There has been lots of talk in the back this past week about competition and who is better than whom. Now these men will have the opportunity to establish themselves.

Corey Graves: And if you ask me, gentlemen, I think Drew Gulak is the most charismatic and most professional individual in this match. Those attributes will shine through even though he finds himself in a bind right now.

Sheamus heads to the corner and delivers some shoulder thrusts to the gut of Gulak before sitting him up on the top turnbuckle. Sheamus climbs up in front and rains down some stiff punches on Gulak's forehead as the fans count, shouting the numbers excitedly until they reach 10. Sheamus then grabs Gulak in a suplex clutch, but Gulak manages to squirm free after a few kidney shots to Sheamus' exposed torso. The Celtic Warrior stumbles off the turnbuckle, clutching his side, and Gulak climbs to the top before shouting at the fans, "NO FLY ZONE!" He then hops off the turnbuckle and moves in on Sheamus, tying him up and pulling him into a side headlock as the fans boo the ever-loving shit out of him.

Corey Graves: Gulak making a powerful statement about the kind of wrestling these Revolution fans can expect from him as he eschews the easy high-rent move for a more technical maneuver.

Tom Phillips: If any other athlete did this, you'd call them an idiot.

Gulak wrenches the hold but as he does, he turns himself and Sheamus away from Rollins, who has rolled back under the rope into the ring. Rollins charges and connects to Gulak's upper back with a running double ax handle, and Gulak calls out as he releases Sheamus, who falls to one knee. Rollins then grabs Gulak by shoulder and hip and spins him round before tossing him through top and middle ropes to the floor outside the ring. He then turns to Sheamus and puts the boot to the side of Sheamus' head, leveling the Celtic Warrior before he mounts him and delivers some strikes to the face. Rollins slugs Sheamus fiercely for several seconds before he is kicked in the side of the head by Gulak and falls on his own side. Gulak then pulls the dazed Sheamus back to his feet and sends him off the rope, taking him down with a kitchen sink straight to the stomach. Sheamus lands hard on the canvas near the ropes, and Gulak uses the rope to get some elevation as he comes down with a stomp to the Celtic Warrior's shoulder. Sheamus rolls out of the ring and shakes out the corresponding arm as he walks along on the outside, leaving Gulak and Rollins in the ring.

Tom Phillips: Sheamus is taking a break from the action to recharge his batteries.

Mauro Ranallo: Someone get that lad a pint o' Guinness!

Corey Graves: Could you be more stereotypical?

Rollins and Gulak tie up, jostling for position. The Architect looks like he might have it as he moves around to clinch Gulak's waist from behind, but Gulak lifts his foot and stomps on the top of Rollins' own, causing the architect to cry out as Gulak reaches back, grabs his head and executes a snapmare! Rollins lands arse-first in a seated position in front of Gulak and Drew grins as he straight punts Rollins in the spine, the impact of the blow heard in the cheap seats as Rollins flops onto his side, bracing his lower back. The fans boo the dirty kick, but there's no warning from the official about the perfectly legal move. Gulak immediately puts his boot to Rollins, stomping away at the Architect's shoulder until he rolls under the bottom ring onto the apron to get some breathing room. Gulak goes to work the crowd and Rollins gets to his feet using the ropes on the apron. As Gulak turns around, he charges Rollins, but the Architect leaps over the top rope and clears him as well! Gulak braces himself on the ropes and turns around, and as he does, he turns into a sling blade! Rollins goes for the cover.

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Corey Graves: Look at the ring savvy of Drew Gulak, knowing exactly where he is at all times and knowing exactly how to break that pinfall.

Tom Phillips: You talk about him like you idolize the man, Corey.

Gulak gets a foot on the ropes and Rollins looks a touch annoyed as he gets to his feet. Little does he know or expect the threat he's under as Sheamus charges from behind and hits him with a running clubbing blow! Rollins stumbles into the ropes and backward into Sheamus' waiting grasp and the Celtic Warrior hits a German suplex! His fans pop in a big way as Sheamus gets to his feet and thumps his chest, then shouts something inaudible. Sheamus lines Rollins up and as the Architect gets to his feet, the Celtic Warrior charges, looking for the Brogue kick! Rollins has it scouted and sidesteps, but Sheamus' own momentum carries him into the ropes and he gets hung up on the top one, crying out in agony as his manly bits make contact. Rollins has no chance to capitalize, however, as Gulak grabs him from behind and hits the belly-to-back backbreaker he calls the Spine Splitter! Rollins cries out in agony, having already suffered an assault to his back, as Gulak shoves him off the knee and makes the cover. He doesn't even get a one count, however, before Sheamus is dropping on top of him with a double ax handle. Gulak rolls away but Sheamus lines him up, and as Gulak turns around he gets nailed directly in the face with the Brogue kick! The fans pop in a big way but before Sheamus can cover, Rollins turns him around and throws him into the ropes. Rollins goes for a running knee, but Sheamus blocks it and shoves Rollins so he stumbles back onto his feet and toward the ropes. Sheamus then charges and hits him with a clothesline, sending him hard to the floor below! The Celtic Warrior then moves to make the cover on Gulak.

Mauro Ranallo: Drew Gulak calls Revolution a No Fly Zone, but the bodies are flying all over the place here tonight!

Tom Phillips: The Celtic Warrior is on a crusade!

Corey Graves: Oh, for the love of God...

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Somehow, Rollins finds a second wind and breaks the cover by pulling Sheamus to the outside. Rollins goes for a punch, but Sheamus deflects it and drills Rollins with a high knee that doubles him over. Sheamus then sends Rollins into the barrier! The fans shout "Oooh!" as Rollins hits the unrelenting barricade and lands with a slump beside it. Sheamus then starts stomping on Rollins relentlessly for several seconds before grabbing the Architect by the hair and rolling him back into the ring. Sheamus climbs onto the apron, but as he does, Gulak is there to thumb him in the eye! Sheamus claws at his face and Gulak takes advantage to hook him n a suplex clutch, then brings him over the top rope to land with a crash on the canvas! Gulak rolls on top and hooks the leg.

Tom Phillips: Gulak with the cover!

Corey Graves: Always count on Tom to state the obvious.

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Sheamus kicks out. Gulak slams the mat and gets up in the official's face, taking issue with the speed of the count. The official assures Gulak that it was only a two count, and Drew is clearly fuming until Rollins spins him around and kicks him in the stomach. Gulak doubles over and Rollins hooks his arms, then drops him with the Pedigree! Another huge pop as Gulak eats the canvas and Rollins rolls him over, then goes for the cover.

Mauro Ranallo: I guess Gulak is a mutt because that was one ugly Pedigree!

Corey Graves: That doesn't even make sense!

This time Sheamus saves the match, stomping Rollins to break up the count. Seth rolls to the ropes as Sheamus puts the boots to Gulak, who rolls out of the ring. Sheamus then turns his focus to Seth, who charges him, but runs unexpectedly into a prepared Celtic Warrior who picks him up, spins him and drops him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! The Sheamus fans cheer as Rollins cries out again having had his back punished and rolls to the outside before Sheamus can get a cover. Instead, the red-headed Irishman parades around the ring until Gulak sneaks in and comes running, looking for a clothesline! Sheamus turns just in time to spot and duck under, and Gulak keeps going to the ropes as Sheamus hits the ropes opposite, meeting his would-be ambusher in the middle with ANOTHER Brogue kick! The fans erupt in cheers as Sheamus falls on top and hooks the leg.

Corey Graves: His face! Drew's precious face!

Tom Phillips: It just got kicked in, Corey!

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DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,

SHEAMUS!



Tom Phillips: That was a back-and-forth match and all three men looked good, but there can be no denying that the Celtic Warrior has staked his claim to a plum spot on the Revolution roster.

Mauro Ranallo: I'm sure that his family back home in Ireland is excited to see their proudest son spread his wings in victory after edging out two very promising new talents on this very promising new program.

Corey Graves: Gulak was robbed! That kick was dirty! Someone needs to review the footage.

Graves is seemingly outraged, but the fans are delighted to see Sheamus victorious as he climbs to the top rope to work the crowd while his opponents for the evening collect themselves and head back up the ramp to the back. The feed moves on.



Bobby Roode is sitting in his couch as he takes a sip from his drink. Meanwhile his butler comes in.

Bobby Roode: What did I tell you huh? Don't interrupt me. I don't want to be bothered about anything.

Butler: But sir... They said that it is something that can pick your interest.

Bobby Roode: Really? What is that huh? Are they going to give me the title that I was going to win at Bound for Glory? No wait, it will make no sense as that brand is done! Over! So the title will have no meaning as well.

Butler: This is not about Warzone.

Bobby Roode: So what is this about huh?

Butler gives the phone and leaves.

Bobby Roode: What is this? You are going to be sacked in the morning! Giving me the phone despite telling not to... Who is this? What is this all about? Why it is urgent?

Roode stops screaming but he stops and he looks surprised as he listens.




Bobby Roode is at the backstage. Renee Young comes in.

Renee Young: Bobby-

Bobby Roode: What are you doing? Since this is a different place, you think things will be different? No. You are dismissed. Not only for now but for good. Because the best will only be interviewed by the best. Now shoo.

Renee looks sad and she leaves while Jeremy Borash comes in.

Bobby Roode: That's what I am talking about! JB! Welcome back friend! Welcome back to... Oh wait... Wait... This is a new beginning, not a return... So I think I am gonna need that mic.

Roode takes the mic and JB leaves.

Bobby Roode: Did you miss me? World of pro wrestling, did you miss the "Glorious One"? I can't hear you now, I normally hear you but I don't give a damn about your voice of opinions so I don't care anyway. But probably you did not miss me because finally you didn't have to see the guy who lived this life in style. You finally didn't have to see this guy that made you understand the fact that your life sucks time and time again. You didn't have to see the man that has beaten your heroes, your icons, your idols, your legends... But I am back. I am back at this very beginning, the beginning of Revolution. What a shitty name it is! Because there won't be any revolutions because a revolution is change. But nothing will change. Sure, some people are gone, some things have changed and there is only one show in UWF now but will the context really change? No. No because I am here. I was on NXT and I was ruling that place. I was at Warzone and I ruled that place as well. And I did what I had done despite those who doubted me, despite those who tried to cut me off, hold me down... I raised to the top despite people like Stephanie McMahon, Ric Flair, Stone Cold Steve Austin, John Cena and even Ethan Carter the Third...

Roode stops and he smiles.

But seems like this revolution thing really touched to EC3 because he may have really changed. Maybe he didn't but seems like he can understand and accept his mistakes and lick what he has spat. Seems like he is the real one who knows "best for business" unlike some people who claim that and rule a company out because of their corruption and clumsiness to run a company. But they are gone now and we are stuck in EC3 with charge. Do I like him? No. Do I think same thing that I have thought a month ago? No. Because he called me and he said that he needed me. He needed me, he wanted me here. He didn't want me as a number in backstage. No. I was not someone who is brought as a body, I am brought here as quality. Let's face the facts... There are lots of good guys in this brand. There were some great in NXT as well. But no matter how great they are, none of them are... me! None of them are glorious!

So that's why he wanted me here. And I came. I came because I think my story did not end well. Hell, it was far from over but I was a victim because of some people. Just like I have been a victim of theirs before as well. Another victim? Warzone. That show is dead thanks to Stephanie McMahon who stole what is mine! Who favored people and denied real stars. I won't let that happen again. I won't let anyone to steal my spotlight! If they steal it I am going to make sure that my own light shines brighter than all the lights that they have! I told Renee that as this is a new place, things won't be different. Believe me, they won't be. Because I am here as I said and I am here to dominate this place. I am here to beat people, I am here to win championships. And I have one that I really want. One that is equivalent to one that I was going to win at Bound for Glory. And what an interesting coincidence that I am facing that guy tonight!

Roode smirks.

The very first Revolution is stacked! Lots of undercard matches, that I don't care, and Dolph Ziggler vs Bobby Roode. The 2017 Royal Rumble winner, two time Universal Champion... And the guy who lost Royal Rumble last year after almost winning it and that guy is also the International Champion! So, what I am going to do? I am going to steal the win tonight, I am going to steal his title, just like I stole his Rumble glory! You can steal the shows all you want but I steal the accomplishments! You can sell the moves all you want but I make those tickets, those merchandise sell! You can show off all you want but tonight I am going to make sure that this show is off for you! You had your nice days, you had your downs and your ups but it's time for downs once again. Because I made you realize the fact. You rised to the occasion, you rised to the top only because I made you see the truth. You were at the top because I wasn't here! And I am here. I am here to take my place! I am here to elevate that title which elevates you! I am here to elevate this show, that's why EC3 wanted me despite having lots of great names! Because none of them were good enough! None of them were enough! They were hungry, passionate, they wanted to shoot for the stars! But the star is here and this star is bulletproof! I am really the star and that title is going to be my proof for all those doubters who still exist shamelessly! That title will be mine Dolph and I will open my path to glory by beating you tonight! And after that everyone will clearly see that not only I am the true #1 contender to that title, but also the future International Champion!

Roode drops the mic and leaves.





As that alarm-clock like riff kicks off, the TitanTron flares to life with a very simple image: simply the text, "Dolph Ziggler." There's no fancy lights, no fancy pyrotechnics and no fancy video -- just that driving Queens of the Stone Age theme song and the man himself, the two-time UWF world champion, who emerges from the back with an intensity burning in his eyes as he proceeds with deliberate steps toward the ring, foregoing the theatrics he was once known for.



Tony Chimel: From Cleveland, Ohio and weighing 218 pounds, he is the UWF Champion, Dolph ZIGGLER!

There's considerable booing from the crowd as Ziggler jogs up the ring steps and walks along the apron, then steps between the top and middle ropes, removes his hoodie and tosses it to a ringside technician as he shakes out his wrists and performs some pre-match stretching in his corner.



GLORIOUS
NO I WON'T GIVE IN
I WON'T GIVE IN
'TIL I'M VICTORIOUS
AND I WILL DEFEND
I WILL DEFEND!



As the lights go out and piano sound hits, it means only one person: Bobby Roode! The two time Universal Champion! Roode is poses when spot lights hit at him, as he is surrounded by that smoke on the ground. Then he gets his arms down but a few seconds later he gets his arms up once again as "ROODE" is written now on titantron. Roode then steps down and walks down the ramp slowly, strutting for one time. He gets on the steps and walks up slowly before stopping on apron and having a look at the fans, his disgust can be seen from his face as he sees those pathetic people. Roode then breathes the air in his lungs deeply and pulls the ropes. "The Glorious One" enters the ring before bouncing off the ropes chest first and turning around himself before posing GLORIOUS as lights are on him once again, this time in the ring. It is clear that Roode's lips move as "No I won't give in, I won't give in 'til I'm victorious" part comes along. As Roode poses in the ring...



Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada; weighing in at 235 lbs, he is "The Glorious" Bobby Roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodeeeeeeeeee!



VS


DING DING DING


Both men just stare at each other, some animosity that's been brewing for months finally coming out to the surface. They move int to lock up but Roode backs away last second and goes in between the ropes to where he can't be attacked. Ziggler backs away, nodding knowing that Roode doesn't want to fight him. Roode comes out from the ropes and gets ready to tie up. They circle around each other before moving in for a collar and elbow tie up or so we think until Roode backs away again. Ziggler just shakes his head while Roode does some jumping jacks in the corner to warm up.


Corey Graves: Bobby Roode really taking the fight to Dolph Ziggler. Looks like he learned a lot on Warzone.

Mauro Ranallo: Come on now Corey, this is Revolution, no more brand loyalty.

Corey Graves: Hey I'm just saying I saw Bobby's true colors the day he walked out to go fight easier competition. He's going to have to do a lot to win me back.


Roode finally comes out of the corner and says he's ready this time. Dolph gets into position for the third time. Roode is hyping himself up, yelling for Ziggler to come at him like a man. They move in for the tie up but Roode ducks under and walks away with his hands up. Ziggler however just attacks him from behind! Roode falls into the middle turnbuckle and that's when Dolph puts the boots to him over and over again, doing his best Stone Cold impression and stomping a mud hole in him. The ref counts to 4 and forcibly backs Ziggler away.

Roode check his face for blood but sees nothing. He stands back up and walks up to Ziggler and sticks his finger in his chest, telling him he wasn't ready and to fight like a real man. Dolph just turns to the side with a smile before jumping straight up and dropkicking Roode! Bobby gets caught off guard and rolls to the apron. Ziggler walks over and tries to pick him up until Roode grabs his head and hangs him on the top rope! Ziggler retreats to the middle of the ring holding his throat. Roode sneaks back into the ring and takes down Dolph with a lariat to the back of the head! Ziggler falls face first and Roode turns him over for the quick pin.



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Mauro Ranallo: Smart move by Bobby Roode, attacking the body part most targeted during the submission match at Genesis.

Corey Graves: I mean that was a few weeks ago but whatever, there might still be some lingering effects.

Tom Phillips: I'd think you of all people would be really glad to see someone pulling out all the stops to get a win.

Corey Graves: Shut up Tom! Why are you even defending Roode?

Tom Phillips: I'm not defending him I just find your conflict of interest interesting.


Roode is trash talking Dolph the whole time the maneuver is applied. Ziggler tries swinging at his face but the Glorious One knows how to stay out of reach. Ziggler lays back and so the ref drops down to make the count but Dolph pops back up. He starts moving side to side, trying to gather momentum to turn over. Bobby tries planting himself to stop it but eventually Ziggler rolls over and now it's Roode who's in trouble! Bobby scrambles right away to the ropes, being the bigger of two he's able to drag Ziggler along with him. The International Champion struggles a bit to get back to his feet, allowing Roode ample time to get up behind him. Ziggler turns around and ends up turning right into a spear! Roode then hooks the leg for the cover.



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Ziggler gets the shoulder up! Roode takes the arm Dolph used to get the shoulder up and turns him over onto his stomach, trying to get him in a fujiwara armbar. Ziggler has enough wherewithal to roll over and get back to his feet. Roode still has a hold of the arm however and brings in Dolph for a short arm clothesline but the Show Off ducks under it and nails Roode with a superkick! Roode goes stumbling backwards and falls out of the ring between the two ropes. Dolph quickly follows him out of the ring and picks him back up. Roode decides to give him a finger poke in the eye to get some separation. Ziggler stumbles away, temporarily blinded. Roode then runs after him looking to spear him into the steel steps but Dolph jumps over him and Bobby goes crashing directly into the steel steps!


Mauro Ranallo: One of Dolph's best traits is learning how to adapt and after that first spear, he had the second one well scouted.

Corey Graves: That's why he's the International Champion and why I think he'll outlast everyone else to win Aztec Warfare.


Ziggler picks up Bobby and throws him back into the ring. Much to everyone's surprise, Dolph leaps onto the apron and starts to climb up to the top rope. The crowd gets on their feet, Dolph not really known for going to the high rent district but perhaps is looking to send a message to last year's Royal Rumble winner. Roode slowly picks himself up from his hands and knees and that's when Dolph jumps off the top rope and connects with a diving Famouser! Roode's head gets spiked into the mat and Ziggler turns him over for the pin!



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Roode kicks out! Even after going head first into the steel steps and then being driven through the mat, Roode still powers through to continue the match! Dolph however doesn't want to give him any breathing room. He drops and elbow down on his heart but quickly pops back up to drop another, then another, and another. He does this 9 times before stopping in soaking it all in. Normally Dolph would jump up high for the 10th to complete the heart stopper but instead he bends down and just spits right in the face of bobby Roode! The crowd let's out a big "OHH!" while Ziggler just calmly walks away and waits, stalking Roode. Bobby wipes the spit off his face and turns over to get back up. Ziggler creeps up behind him, jumping up for the Zig Zag but Roode reaches out and grabs the ropes to prevent him from falling back.

Ziggler bounces back up to his feet and walks over to Roode but Booby cuts him off with a knee to the gut. He irish whips Dolph to the corner, following him on the way there and clotheslining him as soon as he gets there. He then lifts him up onto the top rope and climbs up there with him. He throws Dolph's arm over his head and readies him for a superplex. Dolph fights it off with multiple shots to the ribs to break free and then follows up with a few headbutts until he pushes Roode down to the mat below. Bobby crawls around and gets back to his feet as Ziggler stands up on the top rope. Dolph waits for the perfect time before leaping off the ropes but Roode catches him in mid air and plants him with a spine buster! Ziggler looks like all the wind has been taken out of him and Roode hooks both legs for a deep cover.



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Ziggler ends up grabbing the bottom rope!


Corey Graves: There's that ring awareness by Dolph. It's going to take everyone working together if they hope to eliminate the champ from Aztec Warfare.

Tom Phillips: We've seen Roode able to take advantage of a similar situation against Ziggler before so I wouldn't exactly count your chickens yet Corey.


Roode snaps at the ref, slapping his hands quickly together telling him it was a 3. The ref shakes his head and so Roode just starts hammering away at the downed Ziggler until the ref counts to four and has to forcibly pick him up and drag him away. Roode gives the ref a light shove but the ref doesn't back down, pointing to his shirt and telling him he could disqualify him. Roode is able to calm himself down a little while Ziggler starts to come to by the ropes. Roode walks over and picks him up, grabbing his head between his hands and yelling right in his face. He shoves Ziggler's head underneath his arm and prepares for the Glorious DDT but once he lifts Dolph, Ziggler lands with his feet back on the mat and instead drives Roode backwards into the corner.


The ref comes over since Roode is technically on the ropes but Dolph throws multiple shoulder thrusts before finally backing away. He then runs forward and smashes Roode in the corner with a stinger splash. He follows up by bringing him out of the corner by the head, slowly turning him around for a neckbreaker. Instead of following up with a pin, Ziggler backs up and waits for Roode to get up. Bobby makes sure to stay by the ropes. keeping his side to Dolph so as to not be in position for the Zig Zag. Frustrated by this, Dolph walks over to him and just starts punching him wherever he can. Roode tries to run away and grabs the ref, telling him to do his job. Ziggler keeps hitting him from behind but that's when Roode kicks his leg back and hits Dolph with a low blow! Ziggler keels over and thats when Roode turns around and grabs him, the champion in perfect position as Roode lifts him up the mat and plants him with the glorious DDT! He turns him over right away for the cover.



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Tony Chimel:Here is your winner, Bobby Roode!




Corey Graves: This is a travesty! This is the first edition of Revolution and we end like this!? You've got to be kidding me.

Mauro Ranallo: The same way he stole the Royal Rumble, Bobby Roode manages to steal another victory away from Dolph Ziggler.

Roode looks down at Ziggler and just smiles. He decides to exit the ring and walks over to the time keepers area. He grabs the UWF Championship and rips it away from them. He enters the ring once more and stands over Ziggler's body, raising the title up high and it's the last image we see as Revolution comes to a close.




END OF SHOW


Credits

Promos - Respective TTers

Spike vs Ryder- Albo

Kennedy vs Cole vs Castle - Gurt

Rollins vs Gulak vs Sheamus, Crane vs Vampiro - Crann

Christian/Jericho vs Scurll/Kendrick, Cara vs Cesaro vs Aries, Roode vs Ziggler - Danny