Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 1:45:57 GMT -6
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 welcome to Revolution! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Aztec Warfare is just a few weeks away and everyone is looking to make a statement. Perhaps the biggest one coming from Bobby Roode last week
Tom Phillips: He'll be in our main event this week against another man who made his intentions well known, Vampiro.
Corey Graves: Speaking of Vampiro, we will determine the new number one contender to his Intercontinental Championship tonight when Sin Cara, Sheamus and Adam Cole do battle.
Tom Phillips: If those matches weren't big enough, Brian Kendrick is looking to prove last week wasn't his fault when he takes on the final entrant in Aztec Warfare, Chris Jericho.
Mauro Ranallo: Plus we have Marty Scurll taking on Dalton Castle as well as Mr. Kennedy taking on Cesaro, all this and more right here on Revolution!
Marty Scurll appears seated backstage. He is dressed in a 3 piece suit, he has his hair tied up and has his circlar glasses on.
He appears to take a breath before he speaks.
Marty Scurll: “Last week, I teamed with Brian Kendrick to take on Chris Jericho and Christian. A match I thought I’d have in the bag, because I thought me and Brian would be a GREAT team together. That however wasn’t the case, was it? Jesus where do I start. I’ve gone on about respect in the past, and how I deserve it. However people just are too fucking thick to realise what’s coming out of my mouth. I’ll start by saying, UWF I cannot believe you. You made me walk to the ring, in my Revolution debut, during the fucking ad-break. I have a major problem with that, I deserve the spotlight on my face and it thrustrates me how you didn’t even tell me you were doing that. I get it though. You need those ad-breaks to pay my massive paycheque.”
Marty throws his glasses off screen.
Marty Scurll: “Now I get onto you, Brian Kendrick. I used to have a massive respect for you, that has now been obliterated by the actions of you on the first episode of Revolution. You walked away from me. You fucking numpty! I swear to god, when I get my hands on you, you are dead. Besides the point this company doesn’t take me seriously. I am no joke. I am the real fucking deal. Also, what’s with the no selling, where do you think we are? Japan? I have lost respect for everyone in this company. I no longer trust anyone and I will lock anyone in the crossface chicken wing who even looks at me. Don’t. Even. Try. Me. The wider point is, long live the villain.”
Marty gets up then kicks the chair over then shortly after walks away.
As Revolution's title card cuts across the screen, we see the view change to that outside a building; some kind of bar by the looks of it. The camera travels through the door and we reveal quite a jovial pub, with men that are clearly drunk, singing and continuing to drink. We continue until we reach the bar itself, revealing Sheamus sitting at it in casual clothes as the camera pulls up next to him, the Celtic Warrior smirking at it.
Sheamus:You know, this is my kinda place. Not just because of the drinkin' and the fun company you can get around here, oh no. There's more to this place, and the kind of places I get around to. Let me show ya.
Sheamus finishes his drink, casually moving off the stool as he moves behind another man sitting at the bar - he suddenly smashes his glass into the back of the man's head before he tosses it at another person sitting down in a booth, the glass breaking over their head. There's a pause and silence before a fight suddenly breaks out, with things being thrown around the pub. The man at the bar turns around, only to be punched in the face by Sheamus and floored, the irishman looking to the camera again.
Sheamus: This kinda place, it's just me. I'm all about fighting. It ain't just fighting though, it's winning. Me? I'm an expert in that. I'm guessing the cameras are here because of me upcoming match with Sin Cara and Adam Cole. Now, you think either of these lads would survive in this-
Sheamus is interrupted as he is forced to duck under a chair that is sent careening over the top of his head, flying off-camera to the other side of the pub.
In this situation? I doubt that. No top ropes for Little Cara to leap off of, and someone'd shove a fist right down Cole's throat as soon as that egotistical little rat opened his mouth. That's what I love about a fight, more than anything. No rules. Now, I'm holding myself back this week - got to abide by those rules, got to behave myself for now. But if I get to Vampiro...oh-ho, fella. Vampiro, now that-
Sheamus is interrupted again as a man tackles him with a shoulder to the stomach, pushing him against the wall. Sheamus drives elbows into his back, weakening him before he suddenly lifts the man up into a powerbomb position, moving forward and powerbombing him right through the bar, sending him down to the floor where it used to be. He turns again to the camera, a grin on his face.
Sheamus: As I was saying - now that's the kind of fella that lets loose. He likes a fight, even if his style ain't exactly mine. You don't know the kind of things I'll do for a fight like we've got here, and this? This is nothing compared to if I was fighting for the Intercontinental Championship. So you lads this week keep your heads on a swivel now - or I'll send it twisting around the other direction with my shoe.
Sheamus suddenly ducks a punch from a man and floors him, before mounting him and beginning to punch him in the head, giving a momentary glance to the camera.
Best you leave now, fella. I'll see you at the show.
The cameraman slowly backs away as Sheamus continues beating the hell out of the man on the ground, the camera panning to show the utter chaos of what was a relatively quiet establishment not long ago. He eventually backs straight out of the doors, slipping to the ground on the pavement and still pointing the camera at the entrance, where the muffled noises of fighting continue. It stays on that angle until slowly fading to black.
“WOOP WOOP”
The chant echoes through the crowd as Marty storms through the curtain. His plague doctor mask is bright compared to his outfit and his signature umbrella is slung over his shoulder.
He points his signature umbrella at the ring then storms towards it.
From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, “The Villain” Marty Scurll!
He gets in the ring with his head down then runs towards the ropes and roars to the crowd as he takes of his mask. He bounces off the rope with his umbrella held high.
He lays his umbrella down in the corner then takes off his jacket as his music fades.
I WANT IT ALL
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.
Ring Announcer: "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.
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The boys starts to help him take off his outfit but Scurll runs up and attacks him from behind! The boys are forced to leave the ring as the bell was rung but Dalton is trapped in his outfit as Marty hammers away at him. Dalton's arms are stuck as his outfit is halfway pulled down. Easy prey for Scurll who places his head between his arm and body and plants him with a DDT. From there, he rips off Castle's outfit and throws it in the face of the boys, smack talking all the while.
Corey Graves: Haha I love this. That's what all that pageantry and sucking up to the fans gets you.
Tom Phillips: You can't be serious, he attacked him before he was ready.
Corey Graves: The bell rang Phillips! Not The Villain's fault Dalton wasn't ready.
Thinking he already has this in the bag, Marty just stalks Castle as he slowly rises up to his feet. He spins around in a circle and throws his arms out, calling for the chicken wing. Castle turns around real quick and smashes him in the face with an elbow shot that staggers Scurll into the ropes. Castle follows up by running towards the ropes and clotheslining Marty over the ropes but Scurll lands on the apron. Castle walks away thinking he disposed of him but looks back to see Marty standing up. Dalton runs over to perhaps clothesline him off the apron but Marty grabs his head and drops down to the floor, hanging him on the top rope!
Marty smiles as the crowd boos him, tapping his head and saying he outsmarted the flamboyant Castle. He slides back into the ring as Castle is grabbing at his throat, still choking. Castle turns to face him again and Marty just pokes him right in the eye, drawing more heat from the fans and just laughing hysterically at everything. He then runs up to Castle and runs off the ropes for a tornado DDT! The momentum of the move has Castle sitting up and so Scurll stands in front of him and hits him with a superkick! He drops down to make the pin.
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Castle kicks out! Marty just smiles, thinking this match is just his for the taking. He walks over to the Boys and tells them to watch what he's about to do. He exits onto the apron and proceeds to climb up to the top rope. Castle is trying to get back to his feet while Marty is perched on the top rope. Castle stands up and slowly turns around only for Marty to jump off the top rope! Castle however uses his strength and catches him in mid air! He turns around and throws Marty overhead with a belly to belly suplex into the corner! Marty lands awkwardly upside down while the crowd cheers for Dalton. He feeds off their energy and walks to the separate corner. Marty picks himself up in the corner but Dalton comes running over, nailing him a running high knee in the corner, following up with a northern lights suplex, bridging for the pin!
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Scurll kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: You may not like his showmanship but you can't deny Graves that Castle is a phenomenal athlete.
Corey Graves: Sure he's stronger than he looks and he can wrestle a bit but until he stops worrying about what other people think, he's not going to make it in this business, trust me.
Castle walks away from Scurll, getting a quick breather and snapping his fingers so that the boys hop on the apron and fan him. After a few seconds, Scurll starts to come to and tries to crawl over to the ropes. The Party Peacock walks over and stands over him, he bends down and grabs his waist, deadlifting him up into a german suplex but Marty tries to fight him off, throwing a few back elbows to lower himself back to the mat. Castle however just powers through and deadlifts him back up to a german suplex, bending his knees and falling back with another bridge for the pin!
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Scurll kicks out! Marty rolls over to the ropes to try and get a breather but Dalton is all fired up. He grabs at Marty's legs but the Villain kicks him off and wraps his arms around the ropes, telling the referee to do his job. The ref obliges and backs Castle away while Marty gets back to a vertical base. Dalton looks to go back on the attack but Marty goes for a superkick! Dalton gets his hands up but in classic Villain fashion, Marty yells out "Just Kidding!" and superkicks the knee of Dalton's. The Party Peacock drops to a knee and so Marty take advantage by grabbing him and lifting him up for the falcon arrow! He brings the leg up for the pin.
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Castle kicks out! Marty gets back to his feet and stomps down on the hand of Castle's Dalton bring it to his chest to protect it but Marty goes down and grabs it, telling the crowd to "shh" as he gets ready to break his fingers. Dalton however comes to life and flips Scurll over with an exploder suplex! Castle waves his finger in the air and shakes his head, letting people know he had that well scouted. He walks over to Marty and places his hand between his legs, picking him up in a pumphandle before throwing him forward with a pumphandle drop. Instead of going for the pin, Castle rises back to his feet and measures Scurll, telling him to get up.
Corey Graves: You see, this is where he needs to be more focused. Always pin your opponent. Even if they kick out they're using effort to do so.
Mauro Ranallo: Castle's got something else planned.
Corey Graves: He's allowing Scurll time to recover and you can bet The Villain will use that to his advantage.
Marty slowly rises up and turns right into Castle who lifts him up for the Bang-a-Rang! Marty however holds onto Castle's hips and wiggles his way down into a sunset flip. Castle rolls backwards to get back to his feet only to get met with a stiff knee to the face! Castle holds his nose to make sure it's not broken but Scurll just grabs his hands and snaps his fingers! Castle turns to the boys, showing off his now disfigured hand and the boys recoil in disgust. Marty sneaks up behind him while this is happening though and manages to lock in the crossface chicken wing!
Dalton is strong enough that he doesn't immediately fall backwards. He carries around Marty on his back, running over to the corner and trying to ram Marty into the turnbuckles to break the hold. Scurll keeps it locked in though and so Castle runs to the opposite corner and once again rams Scurll into the corner, this time breaking the hold! Dalton groggily walks out of the corner but Marty just jumps right back on him with the Chicken Wing once again! Dalton tries to shake him off but in his movements he looses his footing and falls to the mat. Scurll cinches it in even more, pulling back more and more. Dalton reaches out with his free hand but he's too far from the ropes. He instead rolls onto his back so that he's on top of Scurll and rolls backwards so that Marty's shoulders end up hitting the mat!
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But No! Marty releases the hold and gets the shoulder up at the last second! Dalton rolls over to the ropes to get away but Scurll tries to stop him. pulling him away. Castle turns around and shoves Scurll off of him and gets back to his feet. Marty comes running at him but the Party Peacock catches him with a clothesline. Marty gets back up only to get taken down with a back elbow. Marty gets up for a third time but Dalton just pushes him backwards into the ropes to shoot him off. Marty ends up hanging onto the top rope to stop himself from rebounding. Dalton runs over but Marty gets his foot up to stop him. Castle catches it and just shakes his head before delivering a big forearm shot to the face. Scurll is still in the ropes though and so the ref tries to back Castle off. The Villain uses this to his advantage to poke Castle right in the eye! Castle turns around and covers his eye but Scurll goes up behind him and again locks in the Crossface Chicken Wing! Castle tries to roll around to get out but Marty rolls with him so that the same thing can't happen. After a few seconds, Dalton has no other option but to tap out.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, "The Villain" Marty Scurll!
The Boy hurry to check on Dalton and take him to the back. Marty gets his hand raised in the ring and celebrates, pointing to his head again and saying he outsmarted Dalton. Castle looks back from the top of the ramp with anger on his face, promising revenge until the scene fades out.
As UWF Revolution rolls on, the show cuts to a locker room. We see a camera following after a man in a suit. It isn't clear who it is from the camera angle as it doesn't show his face, but he does have a microphone in his hand. Leading the camera into the room, we see Sheamus sitting on a bench, a towel around in his neck and in his ring gear, clearly quite pumped. He suddenly stands up and in a threatening manner as he sees the two approach, ripping the microphone from the interviewer's hand before he can speak.
Sheamus: I don't care what you had to ask. What I care about is that I haven't said everything I want to say yet tonight. You might've heard me talking about Cole, or Sin Cara, or maybe even Vampiro. But forget all those guys for a minute. All of 'em, sweeped under the ring and focus on what's a real big picture with me right now, huh?
Sheamus stares directly into the camera, clearly addressing the audience as he lifts a hand to make motions with while he talks.
Sheamus: You see, I haven't let out a word, not a peep, about Aztec Warfare. My lips have been sealed, and that ends right now. Aztec Warfare; I just love the sound of the thing, gets me all excited. If you think I won't be turning up and sending as many bodies flying as I can, you must be off your rocker, fella. A fight like that? You can count me in. So let me make this quick and easy for anyone else who's gonna be there.
Sheamus pauses, like he's taking a deep breath as he stares aggressively into the camera, his finger now pointing straight towards the viewer.
Sheamus: I hope you like getting hurt. I hope you like the rush, the sweat, the blood of a fight as much as I do. I hope you love that feeling that at any minute, someone could come swinging down an object into the back of your skull, and that's you. Might not even be the end of your match, but your career. At any moment. That's the kind of thing I love for, fella. I breathe that, I sweat that. I bleed it. So if you ain't the type that likes it, if you can't handle that, don't bother turning up. I want a good one, so I don't need timewasters or cans to kick around.
Sheamus shoves the microphone back into the man's chest, dismissively motioning to him and his cameraman.
Sheamus: Now get the hell outta here, the both of you. I got better things to be worryin' about.
Sheamus stares down the camera as it begins to back out of the room, going onto some form of muscle exercises as the door closes and Revolution rolls on once more.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see none other than the Swiss Superman, Cesaro, standing in front of a bold, grey background, presumably somewhere off-site, or at least somewhere backstage. His hands are folded behind his back in a dignified fashion, as he speaks.
Cesaro: “In 1815, following the defeat of Emperor Napoleon, at the Congress of Vienna, the European Powers of Austria, France, the United Kingdom, Portugal, Prussia, Russia, Spain, and Sweden agreed that Switzerland should stay neutral; that they shall not be involved in any of the armed conflicts between the European states. That when the world tears itself asunder in the name of national pride, political ideas, and resources, that at least one country should survive – and that one country should be Switzerland.”
Cesaro maintains his posture with his hands folded behind his back in a dignified fashion. His eyes are bold, as he stares into the lens of the camera.
Cesaro: “But, today, and it is with some admirable remorse, that I must be the bearer of bad news. That I must be not just the messenger of the matter, but the perpetrator as well. That come Aztec Warfare, I must break the oldest policy of military neutrality in the world. Come Aztec Warfare, I must shatter the Treaty of Paris of 1815 in its entirety, for what I must do to achieve victory when the time comes. I will not sacrifice my professionalism. I will not sacrifice my principles. However, when I must step in between those ropes when the time comes, I will be forced to splinter Switzerland’s most prestigious military treaty, and place my needs above my country’s values.”
Cesaro steps closer to the camera, intent is written on the lines of his face like a book.
Cesaro: “Nothing will hold me back. No man, creature, or mythological being will stand in the way of Superman himself. I will utilize my indominable strength, agility, speed, intelligence, and endurance in every capacity. I am the perfect storm of peak human capabilities. I am as fast as an Olympic Track Athlete. I am as strong as The Mountain himself. And, tonight, I will prove that against Mr. Kennedy. Tonight, I will prove my sheer superiority. Tonight, I will shower, in the golden halls of victory.”
The scene fades to black, as Revolution rolls on.
We are taken to a room backstage where interviewer extraordinaire Michael Cole is standing by, waiting to take off with his latest piece.
MICHAEL COLE
Hello again everybody and welcome to our daily interview on UWF.com. My guest today is the man some describe as the King of the Hill here in the UWF, the UWF Champion, Dolph Ziggler. Thank you for joining me here, Dolph.
The camera transitions to a shot of Ziggler, and he's actually smiling.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Thanks for having me, Maggle.
Back to Cole.
Now Dolph, every UWF fan today who tunes in to Revolution or watches the pay-per-views, they all know you as the man on top of the company. But there was a time when that wasn't the case. There was a time when you were constantly coming up short. I want to step back to that time and ask you, what changed? What helped you transition into the successful, multiple-time world champion you are today?
The camera moves to Ziggler and he is ready to gab.
You know, Maggle, there's a lot of things we could talk about but off the top of my head, the one thing that clicked into place and took me from great to greatest here in the UWF was that I changed the way I thought about matches, the way I approached them, the way I strategized heading into them and most importantly my reason for participating in them.
Dolph pauses and runs a hand over his slicked-back hair, then continues.
See, Maggle, way back when... I was most concerned about putting on a great show. You know, there's a lot of guys who turn up and the only thing they care about is the paycheque. Other guys chase the glory. Still other guys are just here because they couldn't make it in any other line of work. But when I first came back to the UWF, I genuinely wanted to help the fans have the best time they could for the price they paid to get in the doors. That was my guiding principle and my sole purpose for fighting in the ring each and every week: to entertain.
And then the Royal Rumble happened and things began to change. See, Bobby Roode... he didn't care about that. He's one of those guys, and his entrance music and demeanour and everything else will tell you this, he's one of those glory guys. And when it came right down to it at the Rumble, he did what he needed to do to capture his glory. Something that, at the time, I never would have thought of doing. He took advantage of a cheap opportunity to steal a victory. And you know what? I was angry about it for a very long time, but after a lot of meditating on it, I came to terms with the situation and I realized: Bobby's just like any other guy in this business, and he just did what he needed to do to win. I can't hate him for that. In fact, I kind of admire him for that.
The camera pulls back now to an over-shoulder shot of Ziggler as Cole follows up.
I'm glad that we've gotten around to Bobby Roode because last week, Dolph, he once again managed to come out on top and defeat you, on the first edition of Revolution. Now, you lived it. You watched back the match many times, I'm sure. How did you feel, the moment Bobby Roode got the three-count and held your UWF Championship at the end of the show?
Dolph exhales deeply as the camera focuses more closely on him. He starts to talk, but then pauses, half-chuckles and shakes his head. Finally, after a few awkward moments, he responds.
You know, Maggle, I've taken losses before. And I'm not going to say Roode cheated again, though he did. I'm not going to point out how obvious his cheating was, and I'm not going to whine about how I was robbed. Like at the Rumble, Bobby did what he needed to do to achieve the result he wanted, and for all intents and purposes, I respect him for that, Maggle. I really do.
Dolph pauses and exhales again as he continues his next words. Finally, he resumes.
But. And here's the but. It's easy to get a quick one over on me, Maggle. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...? Yeah, he managed it. But what I can tell you for certain, Maggle, is that I learn from every experience, and I always get another shot. I always get the opportunities that I deserve because I am that good. And when I take a loss, I also find out something new about my opponent. So Bobby Roode may have held my title up last week in the closing moments of the first-ever episode of Revolution, but he wasted his best tricks on a meaningless non-title match. He may have won that battle, Maggle. But at the end of the day, that was just a battle. An opening skirmish in what, unwittingly for Mr. Roode, is now a war. And I always win the war.
With that, Dolph stands up, collects his championship from the table beside him, slings it over his shoulder and walks out of the frame. Cole signs off the segment and the feed moves on.
"Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA system, as Adam Cole emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. He smirks as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Panama City, Florida. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He's the World's Greatest Professional Wrestler & The Panama City Playboy. Adam Cole!
He takes the steel steps slowly, one by one until he enters through the middle & top rope. He walks to the ropes removing his jacket & tossing it up & over on the mat below. He stands back & throws one hand up, his fingers shaped into a gun. The crowd continues to berate him.
He slowly lowers his arm as his music is faded out.
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!
Announcer: 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.
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
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.
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As soon as the bell rings, Cole runs over to Sin Cara and kicks him in the gut, quickly throwing him through the ropes and too the floor below. He's all smiles as he stares and Titus and points his finger to his head saying he's outsmarted him. He ends up walking backwards and running into Sheamus. The smile soon fades from his face as he slowly turns around only to eat a big right that sends him to the mat! He decided to roll out of the ring, not wanting any part of Sheamus but the Celtic Warrior follows him out. Cole tries to run away but Sheamus gives chase. Cole turns a corner and turns around, catching Sheamus with a kick to the knee that slightly staggers the big man as he limps forward. Cole then grabs him and throws right into the steel steps!
Corey Graves: Great strategy by Adam Cole! Makes you think he's being a coward but it was all just a ruse to attack Sheamus.
Tom Phillips: Yes I'm sure that was his plan all along.
Cole throws up his two finger salute yelling out "Adam Cole Bay-" but gets cut off by Sin Cara who comes flying off the apron with a cross body! Titus runs up right behind him right away and pats him on the back, giving him words of encouragement before rubbing his shoulders down with a quick massage. Cara picks Cole back up and throws him into the ring. He hops on the apron and just waits until Cole gets back to his feet. Once he does, he springboards into the ring but Cole catches him with a superkick right to the jaw! Cole waste no time in going for the cover.
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Sin Cara kicks out! Cole brings him back to his feet and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. Sin Cara is able to drop down behind him and pushes him forward, looking to roll him up but Cole hangs onto the ropes as Cara goes rolling backwards up to his feet. Cole tries for another superkick but Sin Cara ducks and runs forward, springboarding off the second rope and coming back with a arm drag that whips Cole across the ring and to the corner. Sin Cara runs at him but Cole gets the boot up to stagger him back a bit. He picks himself up onto the second rope. He measures Sin Cara before jumping off but Cara counters with a dropkick in mid air! Sin Cara turns around however and gets blindsided with a clothesline by Sheamus!
The Celtic Warrior grabs Cole who is trying to crawl out of the ring and drags him back in. Cole turns around and tries to push Sheamus away but the Irishman is too strong. He picks up Cole and gives him a knee to the gut to stop any offense. He places his upper torso ion between the middle and top rope and gets ready for the ten beats of the bodhran. He raises his fist up to many cheers from the crowd before proceeding with the shots to the chest, each hit being loud enough that it reaches the cheap seats. The fans also chant along with each hit, counting all the way to 9. Sheamus plays up the crowd a bit before finally hitting Cole a third time. Sheamus turns around just in time however for Sin Cara to come off to top turnbuckle with a diving crossbody for the pin!
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Sheamus forcefully kicks out, Sin Cara practically pushed back onto his feet. The Celtic Warrior tries getting back up right away but Sin Cara throws a few leg kicks to stall him a bit, hurting the same knee Cole had already kicked. Sheamus limps over to the ropes and Sin Cara tries to whip him across the ring but the power and size difference makes Sheamus easily reverse and send the masked superstar instead. Sin Cara springboards off the second rope and turns in mid air for a cross body but Sheamus catches him! He walks to the center of the ring and throws him back with a fallaway slam! Now it's his turn to go for the pin.
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Sin Cara gets the shoulder up at 2!
Mauro Ranallo: So far Sin Cara has been flying all around the ring but the pure size and power of Sheamus has neutralized most of his offense.
Corey Graves: What did you expect? Sin Cara is an annoying gnat that you just have to swat away. Even worse he's got a loud mouthed person at ring side saying "LOOK AT THIS!" to further annoy you.
Tom Phillips: I get the feeling you don't like the Titus Brand.
Corey Graves: Why would anyone!
Sheamus gets back to his feet just in time to see Adam Cole running over to him. Sheamus uses his own momentum against him to lift him up and hit the irish curse backbreaker! Cole rolls out of the ring right away once again. Sheamus thinks about going out to fetch him but instead decided to focus on Sin Cara. He brings the luchador back to his feet but Sin Cara catches him with another kick to the inside of the knee, buckling Sheamus down to a knee. He follows that up with an enziguri to the back to the head! Now it's Sheamus who rolls out of the ring to get a breather but that's just where Sin Cara wants him. He hypes up the crowd before running the ropes and then launching over the ropes with a somersualt senton taking out Sheamus once more! Titus gives him a high five but Cole ends up grabbing Cara from behind and throwing him into the steel ring post! He picks him back up right away and tosses him into the ring, looking to get a quick pin.
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Sin Cara kicks out! Cole stays on the attack, grabbing Sin Cara by his mask and just punching him repeatedly with the free hand. Sin Cara tries to cover up and so Cole just grabs his mask and straight up tries to de-mask him, ripping at the eyeholes and drawing tons of heat form the crowd. Titus gets fed up by this and actually hops onto the apron. Cole stops and gets in his face, the two exchanging words until Cole just spits right in his face! He's all smiles, laughing it off but Titus just looks on in disbeleif. Just like that, Titus snaps and decks Cole with a punch that knocks his ass down to the mat!
Corey Graves: Cheaters! He's not allowed to put his hands on another competitor!
Mauro Ranallo: It's a triple threat Graves that means no disqualifications.
Corey Graves: That doesn't make it right, where's Sheamus when you need him?
As if on cue, Sheamus grabs Titus' ankle and yanks him off the apron, Titus hitting his face on the apron on the way down. Sheamus comes back into the ring, going through the rpes but Cole cuts him off and starts to hammer away at him. Sheamus shoves him off of him and gets into the ring. Cole runs back at him but Sheamus takes his head nearly clean off with a Brogue Kick! He goes for the pin right away.
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Sin Cara breaks up the count! Sheamus gets back to his feet, Sin Cara attacking the leg once more but the Celtic Warrior powers through and clobbers Sin Cara with a short arm clothesline. Instead of going for a pin, Sheamus looks up at the turnbuckles and gets an idea. He exits to the apron and starts to climb up to the top rope, the fans getting on their feet, not sure what to expect. It takes a bit longer than usual, what with his hurt knee and all. By the time he gets situated, Sin Cara is already up and jumps up with a enziguri, stunning the Irishman. Sin Cara then climbs up to the top rope and grabs Sheamus, jumping off with the Spanish Fly! He keeps his arm over Sheamus for the cover.
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Sheamus gets the shoulder up just in time! With both men down, Sin Cara pops back up to his feet and decides to go up to the top rope. He looks down at Adam Cole and points to him before leaping off with a high angle senton bomb! Cole however gets his knees up just in time and Sin Cara hits them hard! Cole quickly throws him out of the ring and instead focuses on Sheamus. He tries to pick him up and it takes awhile because of the dead weight. He finally gets him up and takes his back, crossing his arms over before hitting him with the Florida Key into a pin! Sin Cara however comes back into the ring and stomps on the stomach of Cole! He then kicks him out of the ring and goes back to the top rope once more. He's up there fast and dives off with a second high angle senton bomb, this time landing right on Sheamus! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover, the ref dropping down to make the pin. Cole tries to get into the ring but Titus actually holds his feet, preventing him from entering the ring!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the new number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship, Sin Cara!
Corey Graves: No!
Mauro Ranallo: Sin Cara is the new number one contender!
Corey Graves: Once Cartel, always Cartel! Cheating like the collection of cowards they are!
Titus comes into the ring and raises his clients arm. Cole is beside himself on the outside, telling anyone who will listen what happened. Sin Cara may as well have won the UWF Championship at Wrestlemania with the way Titus is celebrating and taking selfies. The celebrating continues until the scene slowly fades out.
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! Returning by popular demand, it's the most talked about thing in wrestling today! As always, our hosts are none other than...
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, 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.
Kennedy: Well paint me red and spank me Swoggle, did you see the numbers from last week?
Swoggle: I did.
Kennedy: Did you read the dirtsheets?
Swoggle: I sure did.
Kennedy: Did you, per chance, here the word on the street?
Swoggle: You bet your ass I did!
Kennedy: So then you know?
Swoggle: Oh, buddy... I know aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllll about it!
Kennedy: We're a home run baby! UWF relaunches, we've got new talent up the yang, a new direction, new champions, a brand new theme song but the only thing anybody wanted to talk about after it all went down last week was ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5! Haha! How's that make you feel Swoggle?
Swoggle doesn't answer, he just slaps the sound effect button.
Kennedy: I couldn't agree more. The Assholes have spoken and they say that the best damn thing this company has going for it right now is the program you're tuned into right now. So, uh, what can I say? You're welcome.
Swoggle burps loudly into the microphone.
Kennedy: Well brought up little buddy. Too bad you weren't.
Again, the ex-leperchaun hits the sound effect button.
Swoggle:Woo. Yep. Good one. Very original Ken. Hey, speaking of last week, I know the show was a big success, but if you don't mind me asking, how'd your debut match go?
Kennedy: Oh, a cheap shot huh? Well for your big fat information kiddo, my little tune-up went just fine. I managed to work out a few kinks and muscle cramps in that exhibition bout, so now I'm all fired up and ready to go for tonight. It should be smooth sailing from here on out.
Swoggle: Uh-huh. Who you facing anyway?
Kennedy: I dunno. Some schmuck goes by Cesaro.
Swoggle: Ugh. UGH. Excuse me for one second here...
Swoggle leans his head down beneath the table while he dry heaves, slapping the sound effect button while he goes.
He soon recovers and gets back up, wiping his lips on his sleeve slobishly.
Kennedy: Safe to say you're not a member of his fan club?
Swoggle: Are you kidding me? The Irish and the Swiss have always hated each other. Going back like... centuries now. Nothing sickens a Mick like a man who won't pick a side in a fight.
Kennedy: Paddy's can't stand the Swiss. Got it.
Swoggle: Buncha pussies, every last one of 'em. There flag's a big plus though.
Kennedy: Nope. I already used that one on him earlier.
Swoggle: Did he laugh?
Kennedy: Psssh, the guy's got the sense of humor of a golf pencil. He was either to busy patting himself on the back to notice or he's so dumb it went right over his goofy-looking shaved head.
Swoggle: Sounds like you're feeling pretty confident.
Kennedy: I've said all I have to say about this prick already. He's as one-dimensional as they get, the latest in a long line of juiced-up, gym-rat, wannabe tough-guys to enjoy his fifteen minutes in the biz. Everything about him looks good on paper but there isn't an ounce of honest-to-God fight in his heart. His whole game plan is to bulldoze but I've got so many tricks up my sleeve this Swiss f*cker has never ever thought about thinking about that I'm gonna have him spinning around in circles before I decide to finally give him the a**-kicking he deserves. I'm gonna chew him up - like a Toblerone. Then I'm gonna spit him out - like when you accidentally bite some of the tin foil with the Toblerone and it tastes gross.
So yeah, I'm feeling pretty confident. How could I possibly consider this guy a credible threat? How can you take someone seriously when they're from the same country that gave us this...
Kennedy hits the sound effect button again.
Swoggle: Just try not to embarrass yourself again. I'd hate to see you suck so bad you get the boot. I don't have time to find a new partner.
Kennedy: Don't get short with me, pal. And on that note, we're gonna have to wrap this up. I've got a match to get to and barring a Swissmas miracle happening, it's gonna be a hell of beatdown, so stay tuned for that folks.
Swoggle: This has been ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5. Now PISS OFF! Hahaha!
The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.
Backstage, Chris Jericho stands among his fellow rostermates, planning something.
Chris Jericho: And so, since our show is called Revolution, we should have something to revolt against. I say we go after the Warzone locker room and show them who's the best brand! Who's with me?
If you listen carefully, you can still hear that cricket chirping in the background. Finally, after what seemed like months of awkward silence, Some Generic Random Guy speaks up.
Some Generic Random Guy: But they don't even exist anymore, man. How are you supposed to revolt against something that doesn't exist? It's impossible.
Chris Jericho: That's just what they want you to think. But I know the truth and I'll prove it even if I'm going all by myself.
Some Generic Random Guy: Whatever man. You do you.
Jericho, outraged by everyone else's refusal to go, heads towards what once was the Warzone locker room with his group of absolutely no one. In shocking turn of events...
Chris Jericho: What the Hell!? They're gone!! We're being attacked!! Rally the troops!! Summon the guards!! Light the beacons!! Warzone is fighting back!!
Jericho is running around in circles, fearing for his rostermates, who write him off as nothing more than a crazy old man. He stops and looks around, trying to find someone to prove his point.
Chris Jericho: Hey Some Generic Random Guy, look over there! It's Bobby Roode! He was world champion on Warzone twice! Get him!
Some Generic Random Guy: He came here when the Warzone brand got bought out. He works for us.
Chris Jericho: Well look over there and you'll see former Warzone guy Titus O'Neil, and Marty Scurll, another Warzone guy.
Some Generic Random Guy: Again, they both migrated from the other brand when it folded.
Chris Jericho: Dear God. They're taking our titles now! Zach Ryder and Emma are over there in front of one of the cameras, with Zach holding the television title!
Some Generic Random Guy: Hey. Chill out man. He beat Spike Dudley to keep that. He's part of the roster now too.
Chris Jericho: If all you say is true, then where's the rest of the guys?
Some Generic Random Guy: They're all gone. They didn't make the cut. Man, what's wrong with you? Don't you keep up with what's going on in the workplace?
Chris Jericho: I just thought it was a name change. So, we bought out Warzone?
Some Generic Random Guy: Yeah. And some of them are here, some of them aren't. Man, you're either slow or stupid if you don't know that.
Chris Jericho: Somebody once called me stupid. Do you know what I did? I kicked his ass. But I can't do that to you because I have no idea how far up the ladder you are in this company, but I'm going to say not very high.
So, do you know what happens to people who insult my intelligence? Do you, Some Generic Random Guy, know what happens when you call Chris Jericho slow and stupid?
Some Generic Random Guy: Bro, stop calling me that.
Chris Jericho: Some Generic Random Guy Who Happens To Look Exactly Like Tom..... You Just Made The List!!!!!
And next time I come here, fix the graphics. We haven't been RAW in almost a year. Seriously. Stop. Get some help.
Jericho walks away, with everybody who was watching more confused than you probably are reading this.
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.
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 oldschool 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.
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DING DING DING
Kennedy and Cesaro look at each other, the two men circle around each other for a bit looking like they’re going to lock up. As both men go to start Kennedy separates. Kennedy goes to the ropes and he starts to stretch real quick. Cesaro seems annoyed, and he readjusts his shooting sleeve that he wears. The two men circle around again, and this time they lock up. Cesaro quickly shoves Kennedy to the ground, and the crowd cheers as Cesaro just cracks his neck in front of a down Kennedy. Kennedy rolls out of the ring, and he is gathering himself. The referee is starting his count, but it doesn’t matter as Kennedy rolls back in quickly. Kennedy goes for a clothesline, but Cesaro ducks under it. Kennedy turns around, and is met with one of Cesaro’s famous uppercuts. Kennedy is stun, and Cesaro throws Kennedy into the ropes and Cesaro catches Kennedy, and nails a scoop slam. Cesaro then goes and he jumps hitting an elbow right into the sternum. Cesaro goes for the first pinfall.
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The referee barely hit two as Kennedy got the shoulder up. Kennedy is seen rolling away as he gets by the turnbuckle. Cesaro wasting no time goes and he puts his boot on the jaw of the loudmouth. Cesaro grazes the jaw a bit with his feet insulting Kennedy, and then Cesaro backs up to the opposite corner. Cesaro charges at Kennedy, and he hits a knee right to the face of Kennedy. Kennedy rolls out of the ring, and Cesaro goes and he starts to pander to the crowd a bit.
Mauro Ranello: Cesaro is on a roll early on in this match.
Corey Graves: Well Mauro Cesaro better keep on the attack, because antics like this will cost him the match.
Cesaro goes to the outside, and he grabs the head of Kennedy, but Kennedy grabs Cesaro, and Cesaro lands face first onto the turnbuckle post on the outside. Kennedy gets up now, and he is holding his jaw. Kennedy goes and sees Cesaro is groggily getting up, and Kennedy pays back the favor hitting a running knee of his own. The referee is at a count of 5, and Kennedy does a veteran move as rolls into the ring, and rolls back out to reset the count. Kennedy is not done on the outside as he grabs Cesaro, and he gets behind him. Kennedy lifts Cesaro up and nails a huge back suplex on the guard. Cesaro is now holding his back as Kennedy sits down on the ground floor with a smile on his face, and as the referee moves outside now to check on Cesaro.
Tom Phillips: Cesaro could be seriously hurt after that move by Kennedy.
Corey Graves: Yeah, he could be Tom, and that is why I said don’t fool around.
Kennedy picks up Cesaro, and he rolls him into the ring. Cesaro is trying to recover on the back as he holds it laying stomach first in the ring. Kennedy enters the ring, and he walks over the back of Cesaro. Cesaro lets out an agonizing scream. Kennedy lets out a smile, and he picks up Cesaro lifting him up nailing a nice scoop slam. Kennedy hooks the legs.
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Cesaro kicks out. Kennedy goes, and he scratches the back of Cesaro who sits up immediately. The referee informs Kennedy not to do that, and Kennedy listens to the referee’s plea. Cesaro is leaning up against the ropes and Kennedy has a giant boot to the face of Cesaro. The referee starts to count, and as it gets to four Kennedy walks away. The referee checks on Cesaro, and then turns to Kennedy. Kennedy moves away from the referee, and he sees Cesaro is stomach first on the apron. Kennedy goes to the outside, and he puts his knees on the back of Cesaro using the ropes to help him apply more pressure. The fans boo at this, and the referee begins to count.
Mauro Ranello: The People’s Asshole really showing how much he doesn’t care about the rules.
Corey Graves: As he shouldn’t Mauro. Kennedy is trying to win, and he is not doing anything illegal.
Kennedy once again let’s go at the count of four. Kennedy the drops a giant knee to the back of Cesaro, and Cesaro rolls back into the ring holding his back in pain. Cesaro slowly is trying to get up. Kennedy gets back in the ring, and he grabs behind Cesaro. Kennedy goes for a back suplex, but too much of everyone’s surprise Cesaro lands on his feet. Kennedy turns around, and wham! Gets hit with a Cesaro uppercut. Kennedy bounces off the rope, and Cesaro charges at Kennedy. Kennedy ducks under, but Cesaro springboards off the ropes, and he nails a flying uppercut to Kennedy. Cesaro holds his back, but he goes and he attempts a cover onto Kennedy.
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No Kennedy kicks out at two. Kennedy is rolling away, and Cesaro goes, and he picks him up. Kennedy goes and he pushes Cesaro into the turnbuckle. Cesaro bounces back and, he holds his back in pain. Kennedy goes and he picks up Cesaro, and nails a rolling senton onto him. Kennedy is not done as he climbs to the top rope. Kennedy goes, and he tries for his variant of the senton bomb, but Cesaro gets his knees up, and Kennedy’s back lands right on the ground and he rolls over. Kennedy is standing at the turnbuckle, and Cesaro charges at him, and he nails him with an uppercut right to the face. Kennedy staggers towards Cesaro who goes and he picks him up. Cesaro goes and he lifts Kennedy high in the sky, and nails a sweet belly to belly. Cesaro holds onto his back, and he is in pain, but Cesaro goes, and he grabs the legs of Kennedy.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Kennedy is going swinging. How long will the merry go ride go for this time. I don’t think Kennedy wants to know.
Cesaro goes for the swing, but Kennedy gets a boot up to the face of Cesaro and it stuns him. Kennedy gets up, and Cesaro charges at him, but Kennedy catches him. Kennedy is looking for the mic check, but Cesaro elbows him, and Kennedy breaks his hold. This leads to Cesaro nailing another huge uppercut to the face. Cesaro though doesn’t give up, and he nails another huge uppercut before nailing a bunch of short ones, and then finally he grabs Kennedy and he pushes him off the ropes vaulting him in the air nailing another huge uppercut. Cesaro goes for the cover.
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Kennedy gets the shoulder up!
Mauro Ranello: Mama Mia! Cesaro went on an uppercut party, but somehow Kennedy kicked out.
Corey Graves: Mr. Kennedy is a tough human being. He has a loud mouth, and the jaw to back it up.
Cesaro gets up, and he is holding his back. Cesaro decides to crack his neck, and he signaling for the neutralizer. Kennedy is staggering up, and Cesaro kicks him in the gut, and puts Kennedy’s head between his legs. Cesaro gets a firm grip, and he goes for the neutralizer, but Cesaro’s back gives out, and he falls backwards. Kennedy takes advantage of this, and he grabs Cesaro nailing a sharp DDT. Kennedy then drags Cesaero to the middle of the ring. Kennedy goes to the top rope, and he nails his own version of the senton bomb right onto Cessaro. Kennedy goes, and he lays on Cesaro, and he hooks the leg.
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Cesaro pops the shoulder up, and Kennedy can’t believe it. He thought Cesaro was done for. Kennedy goes, and he picks up Cesaro, and he looks to nail the mic check, but Cesaro goes and he pushes Kennedy. Kennedy frustrated charges at Cesaro, but Cesaro vaults him high in the sky, and he nails the upper cut. Kennedy staggers onto his feet, and he falls to the ground. Cesaro grabs the leg and he spins his arm around, and Cesaro goes and he spins Kennedy the fans are counting along with him. Cesaro spins him around but only does about ten rotations before rag dolling Kennedy. Cesaro is dizzy, but he is holding his back in pain. Kennedy is rolling up, and he is dizzy. Cesaro gets up real quick, and he puts the head of Kennedy in between his legs Cesaro wastes no time, and he tries to go for the neutralizer, but once again the back gives out, and Cesaro separates from Kennedy. Kennedy goes, and he backslides pin Cesaro, but his balance is off so he uses the ropes for leverage.
Tom Phillips: Referee come on you have to see this.
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Here is your winner Mr. Kennedy!
Tom Phillips: Come on referee!
Corey Graves: Quit your whining Tom Kennedy did the right thing. Cesaro tried the neutralizer twice, and should have realized his back was in no condition.
Mauro Ranello: You got to wonder though Corey if Kennedy didn’t gain leverage with the ropes if Cesaro would’ve kicked out.
We look at Cesaro who just saw the replay and is annoyed while Kennedy is celebrating what he sees as a hard fought win, and Revolution moves on to its next segment
The camera statics out for a few seconds before coming back to an undisclosed backstage area, where The Brian Kendrick stands before the camera.
The Brian Kendrick
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I interrupt this broadcast to bring you special announcement. Tonight is a can't miss night here in Revolution. Tonight is a night that will go down in history. Because tonight, we close the book on one of Wrestling's All Time Greats. Tonight, in front of thousands in attendance, and millions watching all over the globe... We say Goodbye to Chris Jericho.
Chris Jericho, a man that has done it all in any company he's been in. A true pioneer of the wrestling industry. Inspiring a whole generation of future wrestlers. His influence has touched every corner of this industry. From starting off as a young 18 year old, grinding his teeth in the legendary Hart Dungeon. To making a name for himself in Canada, Mexico, Germany, Japan, and then finally the United States. He's won every championship there is to hold, and he's won every match there is to win. But now he faces his biggest challenge to date. And no, that is not me. He now stands toe to toe with Father Time. All the greats have stood in his spot. Hulk Hogan, Roddy Piper, Ric Flair. But yet none of them could best him. It's now Jericho's time to stand at Fates door step and try to defy time and space. But all his attempts will prove to be futile as there is no escaping the cold grasp of time.
Tonight we watch our hero ride off into the sunset one more time. As visions of his greatest moments flash through our heads. And all that we're left with a faint echo... Jericho... Jericho... Jericho... Jericho...
Kendrick chanting "Jericho" can be heard echoing again and again, growing more faint while the camera fades to black.
Bobby Roode is at the backstage with Jeremy Borash.
Jeremy Borash: Bobby, I know you don't have much time as you have to get prepared against your opponent Vampiro tonight-
Bobby Roode: Wait? What? Prepare? Get prepared for what? Do you think I need any preparation against that punk Vampiro? JB, sometimes you really sound stupid that I think Renee Young gets the control of your mind. But still... I guess you want to ask about my match tonight.
Jeremy Borash: And the Aztec Warfare. Also congrats on the victory at the very first main event of Revolution.
Bobby Roode: Thank you JB. I wish that everyone was like you. I wish everyone appreciated the class, the talent, the quality that is in front of them. But what do you expect? What happened? The very same expectation you can have... These stupid people don't appreciate me. Don't get me wrong, I don't need their appreciation. I even don't need officials' appreciation. I don't need anyone's appreciation. I just need the thing I deserve. The thing that I earn with the hardwork I do. I work hard, I come to that ring, I define brilliance in that ring no matter if I wrestle or talk... And what do I get? I get to wrestle again this week, against a guy like Vampiro... This just reminded me the days I faced likes of Charles Robinson, Johnny Gargano and other unworthy opponents. Which show was that? NXT! The very same show EC3 ran. Seems like he didn't right much of his mistakes, so I was wrong about him. But no matter what, you know my thing. I don't give in until I am victorious. I go on fighting until I get what I want, no matter how much they can hide it away from me. In Warzone they kept Universal Title away from me but I got it. Now...
Roode pauses as he looks angry about it. Then he smiles with fury.
Now... Now there is this Aztec Warfare. I don't care where NXT was left off, I don't care where Warzone was left off. Isn't what this show about? Leaving the past and going on. Making a revolution. But seems like somebody is stuck in the past. Seems like somebody still holds grudges against me. That's why this Aztec Warfare is still around. Last week the entire world saw what I have done. I have beaten the champion Dolph Ziggler in the middle of the ring. I pinned him down! 1 2 3! That's it! Don't you think that I have to challenge him for the title as I beat him which makes me the better man? Don't you think JB?
Jeremy Borash: You are absolutely right Bobby.
Bobby Roode: Of course I am right! But what happened? Aztec Warfare happened. But it doesn't matter. No matter what they do, I will get that title. Just like I got Kurt Angle's Intercontinental Title. Just like I got the Universal Title away from John Cena at the main event of Wrestlemania! And just like I got it back from Eric Young... I am going to continue my domination here. It will be a Glorious Domination! I will get in that ring and I will dominate Vampiro. Then... Then I will go in the Aztec Warfare, no matter which number it is and I will win the entire thing! Just like I have won the Royal Rumble!
Actually there is another hipocracy that Jericho is the last man to enter the Aztec Warfare... Because he got a title shot... So did I! I was going to Bound for Glory and I was going to walk out as the champ! Third time! But you all know what happened then... I beat Dolph Ziggler last week and I didn't get an one on one title shot! So you know what I want? You know what would be "fair"? I want the spot that is before the last. Actually wait, hold on! I am a genius! Instead of Ethan, I should run this show because I got a money match for you Ethan! You do me no favors but I am doing you some... What about Jericho vs Roode... Next week! And the winner gets last spot. So we will see if Jericho is really worthy. We will see if he can hang with the real best in the world. What do you say Ethan? What do you say Chris?
Roode smiles.
Probably it would be ignored, they'd go on like they heard nothing. Because what I said doesn't work in their favor. You can ignore it all you want, you can pretend like you didn't hear it. But you won't pretend like you didn't hear the news, you didn't see the moment that I win the International Title! You can prolong it, you can delay it but you can not stop it! Just like you can't stop the unstoppable force in this company! Bobby Roode!
Roode leaves swiftly.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
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: 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 squared circle, ready to start the match.
Before the starting bell rings, Kendrick motions for a microphone from a ringside technician and is handed one. He turns it on as the fans start to boo, clueing in to the fact he plans to speak some more. Kendrick takes the mic, turns it on, and turns toward Jericho, walking with slow paces to the middle of the ring.
The Brian Kendrick: Look, Chris. I know we exhanged some heated words and we both know which one of us is going to walk out of here victorious. But that doesn't make me a poor sport. So, come on. A little civility before the match. Let's shake hands.
Kendrick ditches the microphone as the fans continue to boo. Jericho looks skeptical as he eyes Kendrick, moving in closer to his opponent for tonight's episode of Revolution.
Tom Phillips: Don't do it, Chris! It's a trap!
Corey Graves: Shut up, Phillips. Kendrick just wants to show his opponent the proper respect!
Jericho stops for a moment and does the classic, "I'm thinking" pose before turning to the crowd and asking them if he should take Kendrick's hand. There's a mixed reaction from the crowd: optimists start a "YES! YES! YES!" chant while the pessimists break off with a rivalling "NO! NO! NO!" chant. Jericho shrugs, then cups his hand to his ear and listens closer. Finally, he nods and takes Kendrick's hand. As he does, Brian grins like the Cheshire cat, then spits right in Jericho's face! The fans go nuclear as Jericho flinches and Kendrick releases his hand, turning his back on the veteran as he mocks Jericho's "Drink it in, man" pose.
Mauro Ranallo: Well, he's in the drink it in pose but I don't think anyone wants to be drinking in saliva, Brian!
Tom Phillips: What a disgusting show of disrespect from one veteran of this industry to the other.
Corey Graves: Jericho was the idiot who accepted the handshake, he should have been prepared to pay the price.
As the fans boo, Jericho wipes the spit away from his face, and then lunges at Kendrick and takes him to the ground! Jericho mounts his Revolution opponent and starts to rain down a flurry of punches to the face as the official calls for the starting bell and the fans turn to cheers.
DING DING DING!
Jericho is merciless on the attack, pummeling Kendrick relentlessly. His opponent tries to get his arms up to deflect some of the blows but after a while even those start to droop and it looks like Kendrick might be losing it. The official orders Chris to back off and so Jericho pushes off of his opponent, looking down on the writhing Kendrick with an intensity bordering on menace while the official checks to make sure Kendrick can even continue. The Man with the Plan waves off the referee, then pushes up to one knee. Jericho, seeing that he can move back in, does exactly that and puts Kendrick in a side headlock, making sure to work the neck of his opponent with some serious torque. Kendrick struggles in the hold, but manages to drive Jericho back to the ropes and then uses that momentum to break free and Irish whip Jericho across the ring. As Jericho rebounds, Kendrick leapfrogs over him and when Jericho comes back, he catches a picture-perfect dropkick to the jaw! Jericho falls to the canvas and Kendrick gets back to his feet as the fans once more boo him.
Corey Graves: Moments into this match and Brian Kendrick is showing that he always has a plan. He got into the head of Jericho with his pre-match gestures and now you can see how that's paying dividends for him.
Tom Phillips: If his plan is to be a dirty cheat who shows absolutely no respect to his fellow athletes, then I guess he's executing perfectly.
Kendrick pulls Jericho to his feet and as he does, he drives a knee into Y2J's gut, doubling Jericho over. Kendrick then connects with an elbow straight to the Winnipeg product's back, sending Jericho forward as he shoots up and braces his back with the back of one hand. Kendrick seizes the advantage and grabs that wrist, locking in a hold behind Jericho and torquing the joint for several moments before spinning it out into an armbar and then dragging Jericho down to the canvas. With Jericho down, Kendrick releases his hold and rolls up to a standing position, then quickly leaps upward and comes down with a two-footed stomp right onto Jericho's spine that causes him to cry out in agony as Kendrick walks away, smirking for the cameras. The fans boo, but Kendrick shrugs it off as he crosses the ring, hauls Jericho back up and sends him into the corner. Kendrick then charges at him, but Jericho steps out with a side elbow that catches him flush to the side of the head. Kendrick stumbles away and Jericho charges, looking for a lariat, but when Kendrick turns he also ducks under. Jericho keeps right on going to the rope and when he rebounds, he does so into a diving forearm to the face! Kendrick, now, gets back to his feet and shouts, "Come on!" for the benefit of the fans, who once again boo him.
Mauro Ranallo: The Man with the Plan keeps trying to get the crowd on his side, but no amount of premeditation will make them like him.
Corey Graves: That's because they're all idiots, Mauro. Brian Kendrick is one of the hottest rising stars in Revolution today and you'd have to be blind not to see that.
Kendrick pulls Jericho to his feet, but as he does, Jericho taps into a reserve of energy and shoves his opponent away. Kendrick comes charging back, but Jericho goes low and tosses Kendrick several feet overhead with a back body drop! Kendrick, however, is spry enough to land on his feet. As Jericho turns around, Kendrick charges and attempts a leg lariat, but Y2J has it scouted and ducks under. Kendrick recovers, but as he does, he does so into a clothesline by Jericho! The fans pop as the Canadian is suddenly back in this thing and Jericho starts to put the boot to Kendrick until the latter rolls out of the ring to recollect his wits. The fans are vocal in their disapproval and Kendrick gets in one's face on the outside as a front-row fan runs off at the mouth about him. Before things can escalate, however, Jericho slides out of the ring and clubs Kendrick from behind, then takes him by his long hair and throws him unceremoniously into the barrier running parallel to them. Kendrick hits with a thud and lands on his side facing Y2J, so Jericho again puts the boot to him before using his boot to wash Kendrick's face in a show of disrespect of his own. The fans cheer as Jericho practically makes the Man with the Plan swallow shoe leather.
Tom Phillips: I wonder if Brian Kendrick planned to have Chris Jericho's boot in his face tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: If he did, he's in to some Fifty Shades-level stuff, Tom!
On the four count, Jericho quickly enters and exits the ring again to reset it, then heads over and pulls Kendrick to his feet. When Kendrick is vertical, he thumbs Y2J in the eye! Jericho stumbles away clutching his face and Kendrick tries to capitalize by looking for a running facebuster, but Jericho eludes his grip. Kendrick again charges, this time feigning he is going high with a dropkick before going low beneath Jericho's guard and catching him with a bullrush, driving him into the ring apron! Jericho hits back-first and with the focus already placed on his spine the impact causes him to cry out. Kendrick backs up and slams forward several more times, each time doing increasing damage to Y2J's spinal column before Kendrick tosses him back in the ring. The Wizard of Odd then climbs on to the apron and slingshots over into a leg drop before making the first cover of the match!
Corey Graves: This cover won't get a three-count, but it's still smart for Kendrick to try as it keeps a lot of momentum on his side.
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...NO!
The fans give off a modest pop as Jericho gets the shoulder up on the pinfall. Kendrick hardly seems surprised, but he's also not particularly enthused by the muted reaction of the crowd. Still, he gets to his feet and, holding the nearest top rope, sets to stomping on Jericho multiple times before choking him with his boot! The maneuver draws some booing and the official starts a count, hitting four before Kendrick stops, backing off for a moment. The moment gives Jericho room to breathe and Y2J rolls onto hands and knees, then slowly moves to the ropes Kendrick was using for leverage earlier and tries to use them to get to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Kendrick charges and knees him direct to the back of the head! Jericho slumps onto the ropes and the official gives Kendrick a stern warning, but the warning is promptly ignored as Kendrick again charges and this time leaps up and delivers the knee to Jericho's upper back, hanging him on the middle rope he had been leaning on moments earlier. Kendrick laughs aloud as he grabs Jericho by the foot and drags him from the ropes, but when he gets Jericho to the centre of the ring Y2J rolls over and shoves Kendrick off using his feet. Jericho then gets to one knee and Kendrick tries to take advantage by charging in, looking for a shining wizard! Jericho has it scouted though and before Kendrick can connect, Y2J just flops to his side. Kendrick rolls back to his feet and Jericho's too slow to recover and press an advantage on the evade, so instead Kendrick hits the ropes and comes back with a low dropkick to the spine of Jericho! Y2J cries out as the fans boo and Kendrick pulls Jericho back up.
Mauro Ranallo: It looks like Jericho thought he had Brian Kendrick outwitted, but you can't outfox the man with the plan.
Tom Phillips: Literally, who says that, Mauro?
Kendrick pulls Jericho into a side headlock, working the hold in a vicious way that drags his opponent around almost like a rag doll. Jericho seems to have no resistance at first, but with some encouragement from the crowd he appears to tap into some hidden supply of energy as he gets an arm around Kendrick's waist and then cinches in a hold. Kendrick realizes too late what is going on and tries to run for the corner to hit The Kendrick, but as he scrambles up the turnbuckles Jericho converts his own momentum into a full-forced suplex! Kendrick eats canvas hard, but Jericho is in no position to capitalize as the toll of everything his opponent has done to him begins to fully register. Jericho rolls onto his side and grabs the nearest middle rope, using them to slowly climb to his feet, but Kendrick is able to recover at about the same pace and as he sees Y2J slowly pushing up to a vertical base, the Man with the Plan charges in an attempt to take advantage. Jericho, however, has the wherewithal to sense the threat and throws out a stiff chop that catches the running Kendrick direct on the chest and causes him to scream in pain and clutch that chest as the fans chant, "Woo!" Ric Flair style. Kendrick turns away, takes a few paces and comes back to face Jericho, stepping right into another chop! Again, Kendrick walks a circle before coming back into a third chop, and a fourth, and so forth as he is driven further and further and Jericho advances on him. Y2J then grabs Kendrick by the wrist and Irish whips him into the ropes. On rebound, Jericho connects with a quick drop toe hold! Kendrick's face smacks off the canvas and he is visibly dazed as Jericho shoves him onto his back and makes the cover.
Tom Phillips: And Chris Jericho has turned things around here at what seems like it could have been the eleventh hour for him!
Corey Graves: It does not speak well to how he prepared for this match that he had been so thoroughly dominated in the early going.
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...NO!
Right after the two-count, Kendrick kicks out. Jericho, however, is far from done with Kendrick as he pulls his foe to his feet and sends him hard into the corner. Kendrick hits with vicious impact but Jericho follows him right in and connects with a nasty running back elbow to the jaw. Kendrick is rocked by this, but Jericho is not done as he pulls Kendrick from the corner in suplex clutch and lifts him up and over with a picture-perfect vertical suplex. Kendrick hits the canvas with maximum impact, but before he can even sell the move, Jericho hauls him to his feet again and delivers a vicious knee to the gut that nearly leaves Kendrick losing his lunch before hooking under both arms, flipping him up and crashing him spine-first on his knee in a double underhook backbreaker!
Mauro Ranallo: I'm pretty sure I just saw a few discs rotate faster than in a CD player there, gentlemen.
Tom Phillips: You're dating yourself, Mauro.
Jericho gets to his feet now and runs a hand through his hair, pacing in the ring as the fans cheer for him and this vicious streak he has tapped into. After several seconds he heads over to Kendrick to pull him back to his feet, but he's rolled up in a tight pin!
1...
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...NO!
Mere moments before the three count Jericho breaks free. Y2J rolls to the nearest ropes and uses them to quickly get vertical but his opponent does the same on the opposite side of the ring — and faster. Kendrick then comes charging, but Jericho has it scouted as he goes low and tosses the surging Man with the Plan over the top to the outside! Kendrick lands on his feet like a cat, however, and when he does he reaches in and grabs Jericho's ankle, then tugs with enough force to completely upend Y2J and send him crashing to the canvas. Kendrick then drags Jericho out of the ring under the bottom rope and the pair begin to trade blows on the outside in a vicious exchange as the fans chant, "YES! YES! YES!"
Corey Graves: They're beating the Hell out of each other and these people here tonight are loving this!
Kendrick again gets the upper hand and he grabs Jericho, sending him smashing into the ring steps! Jericho hits with a crash that can be heard throughout the arena, but then Kendrick pulls him to his feet and sends him back into the ring. Kendrick, then, climbs onto the apron and up to the top rope! By the time he gets there, however, Jericho is on his feet and he trips Kendrick up, forcing Kendrick into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Jericho then rocks him with a closed fist to the jaw and starts climbing up the ropes in front of him. When he reaches the second, Jericho begins raining punches down on Kendrick's head from the slight height advantage of his standing position and the fans count them. Jericho hits 13 before finally breaking it off by grabbing Kendrick in a belly-to-belly clutch and throwing him off the top rope to crash to the canvas with an explosive belly-to-belly superplex! The fans pop in a big way for the move, but again, Jericho has little time to capitalize as the high-impact attack also took a toll on him. He eventually drags himself over to make the cover.
1...
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...NO!
Tom Phillips: I can't believe it! Brian Kendrick just kicked out of a huge superplex!
Corey Graves: He's hungry, Phillips. He wants to win!
The fans are as nonplussed as Tom and they begin to boo over Kendrick's resilience. Jericho doesn't seem fazed as he pushes back to his feet and pulls Kendrick up to a vertical base as well. Jericho sends Kendrick off the ropes and doubles over for a back body drop, but Kendrick rolls over his back and keeps right on going, springboarding off the rope so when Jericho turns around he does so into corkscrew plancha! Kendrick rolls right back up to his feet and runs the ropes, then springboards off with the Lionsault and hooks the leg as the fans erupt in heat!
Mauro Ranallo: Brian Kendrick just stole Chris Jericho's thunder and he's looking to put Y2J away with his own move!
Tom Phillips: That's just filthy.
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...NO!
Jericho kicks out and the fans pop in a big way. Kendrick gets to his feet and tells them to shut the hell up, getting visibly angry with the same front-row fan who was mouthing off to him earlier. Kendrick then turns around but, when he does, he finds Jericho charging him! Y2J comes looking with the Codebreaker, but Kendrick has it scouted and shoves him off! Jericho lands on his ass but tries to scramble to his feet quickly; as he does, Kendrick positions behind him and hits the Captain's hook! Kendrick keeps the arm cinched on Jericho's neck and torques it with the submission hold as the fans hit him with tons of heat and the official watches like a hawk. Jericho struggles at first, clawing at the air and trying to grasp a rope but with no relief in sight, he is left with no option and pounds the canvas three times, tapping out!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
THE Brian Kendrick!
Tom Phillips: Well, the contest is decided and ladies and gentlemen, it appears that cockiness and disrespect pay off.
Mauro Ranallo: Brian Kendrick fought a game Chris Jericho and came out on top in decisive fashion here on Revolution.
Corey Graves: It just goes to show that you can gameplan all you want and you can know an opponent well and still, in the end, that opponent can pull out the win. Brian Kendrick came into this the hungrier man and he walks out of it the victor. Simple as that.
After holding his fist high to the booing of the rabid crowd, Kendrick eyes Jericho with an intensity and then laughs to himself and shakes his head, making his way out of the ring while Y2J recovers from the gruelling contest he just went through.
[Scene opens when Jimmy Uso in Naomi is talking to Renee Young backstage]
Renee: Excuse me Jimmy but can I get a few moments of your time here on Revolution show this Wednesday.
Jimmy: Sure Renee why not.
Renee: Jimmy the fans have been asking for weeks where you went and were worried you would not be able to make the move over to Revolution show when UWF closed but you have some good news in what is that good news Jimmy?
Jimmy: Well you see Renee the reason I am here on Revolution show is cuz...
Voice: What the Hell is this?
The camera pulls back and we see that the trio have been joined by the most unpopular face on the UWF roster, the current UWF Champion, Dolph Ziggler. The champion looks visibly annoyed as Renee adjusts her hair, Naomi nervously chews her lip and Jimmy gives Dolph a disgusted look.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
You want to tell me what the Hell you're doing on my show, Jimmy? Carter told me last week that he made damn sure your ass was fired, and yet here you are like some kind of cockroach. I swear man, you Samoans are all the same... you just don't know when to get lost. Well let me tell you, bud: you don't belong here. You don't have a job here. You're not welcome here, and if you continue to hang around here then I'm going to sick security on your ass. Oh, hey, babycakes. Suh?
Dolph throws a nod, a wink, and a blown kiss at Naomi, who cringes and recoils as Jimmy moves in on Dolph and gets up in his grill, as the kids would say.
Jimmy: Dolph you in me are enemies and have been for a long time. Dont think I forgot what you did to me in Naomi back in Nitro days in now I have the chance to revenge that because Im coming back to Revolution, that's right I talked to Ethan Carter III in he said we could come back so now here I am in I want you in a tables match for UWF Championship.
Renee: Jimmy do you think you can even win the UWF Championship versus Dolph Ziggler?
Jimmy: Well Renee it depends if...
Dolph visibly facepalms and then starts massaging his forehead as though he has the biggest migraine in his life. He looks at Jimmy as Renee asks her question and rolls his eyes, then cuts in.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Whoa, whoa, whoa, did you just tell me that you're not only hired back here, but are demanding a world championship match on your return? Only idiots would expect to be booked in a championship match on their return, and while I never thought you were all too bright I certainly didn't think you were functionally retarded, man. Seriously, what is wrong with you? Why can't you English? And for that matter, why can't Renee English when she talks to you? This whole situation makes my brain hurt. You're like... the exact opposite of Advil. And I'm sorry, but that's not something I can abide by. Do you know what I do to people who think they are worthy opponents of mine, Jimmy? Do you have any idea? Did you watch what I did to Kurt Angle? Jesus Christ, you know what, this is just too much for me. I'm done with tonight. I'm out.
Dolph walks out of frame and Jimmy turns to look at Naomi, who shrugs. Jimmy then turns back to Renee and opens his mouth as if to respond when...
Oh, Jimmy, one more thing.
POP!
Massive booing from the fans as, out of nowhere, Dolph straight superkicks Jimmy Uso in the face! Jimmy collapses on the floor and Dolph pounces on him as Renee screams and runs away. Dolph starts delivering brutal closed-fist blows to the face of Uso as Naomi tries to haul him off of the newly resigned fan-favourite talent, screaming for help all the while. After a few agonizing moments of the assault, security rush in from out of nowhere and tackle Dolph, then drag him off of Jimmy who he is yelling at in an unintelligible manner while spit flies from his mouth. Jimmy is out cold and his face is covered in blood as Naomi crouches beside him and tries to tend to him, paramedics rushing in from the same place security came from as Dolph is hauled out of frame, the fans booing from inside the arena as the feed moves elsewhere.
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!
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.
VS 
DING DING DING
Roode shows no fear, walking right up to Vampiro, the two meeting in the center of the ring rubbing foreheads as they bad mouth each other. Roode throws the first punch but Vampiro retaliates with one of his own. Back and forth they trade shots, neither man getting an edge until Roode goes low with a knee to the gut. He grabs a fistful of Vampiro's hair and just slams his head back down to the mat. Roode is showing all sorts of confidence, especially after his big win last week. He stomps down on Vampiro who rolls to the apron to get away. The Intercontinental Champion gets up right away and stares at Roode. Bobby just stands in the middle of the ring and moves his hands in a circular motion, winding up before throwing them up in the air and yelling "Glorious!".
Tom Phillips: Bobby Roode showing the Intercontinental Champion no respect or even fear.
Corey Graves: Roode's got all the confidence in the world. Maybe too much to the point of delusion.
Vampiro comes in right away and hits the still posing Roode with a Spear! He stays on top of Bobby and starts unloading lefts and rights as the glorious One tries to cover up. The ref counts to four which makes Vampiro back off but only for a bit. Roode tries crawling over to the ropes but Vampiro grabs his foot and drags him back to the center of the ring. Bobby turns around and manages to kick Vampiro away and get back to his feet. Vampiro however comes running over to take him down with a shoulder block. He runs to the ropes but Roode flips over and makes him jump over him. Vampiro comes back off the ropes again but Roode is waiting for a back body drop. Vampiro scouts this and instead runs over and plants him with a running DDT! He then goes for the cover.
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Roode kicks out! Vampiro waste no time in bringing Roode back up to a vertical base. He picks Roode up onto his shoulders and walks him around the ring. Roode comes to life though and grabs at the eyes of Vampiro, raking them and falling behind him. He then jumps up and hits Vampiro with a double knee backbreaker! Vampiro once again uses his ring awareness to roll out to the apron. Roode follows suit and exits onto the apron as well. He picks up Vampiro and makes sure he's behind him. He picks him up and then drops down for a back suplex onto the apron! Vampiro falls to the outside but Roode throws him right back into the ring, crawling over for the pin.
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Vampiro kicks out! Roode motions for the ref to count faster, wanting this match to already be done with. He rises back to his feet and brings Vampiro up with him. He puts him in position for the Glorious DDT but Vampiro uses his strength to actually pick up Roode as if going for a northern lights but instead runs over to the side of the ring and just tosses Bobby to the outside! Not yet done, Vampiro heads to the corner and starts to climb up to the top rope. Roode is getting back up on the outside and turns just as Vampiro leaps off, taking him out with a diving clothesline to the outside!
Mauro Ranallo: Vampiro taking flight like a bat out of hell!
Corey Graves: You work in Mexico for so many years you just have to pick up how to fly no matter how big you are.
Not yet satisfied with the damage done so far, Vampiro walks over to pick up Roode, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up to his feet. He says a few words to Roode that only Bobby can hear but whatever it is, it's neough to instill a fight or flight mentality and Roode starst swinging away at the midsection of Vampiro, loosening the hold and breaking free. From there, he starts hammering away at the Intercontinental Champion, staggering him back a bit until Vampiro catches him off guard with a headbutt to the face! Roode is dazed and so Vampiro grabs his throat once more and chokeslams him onto the barricade! Roode falls into the first row but Vampiro climbs over and tosses him back over, following him over and once again tossing him back into the ring, following him in for the pin.
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Roode gets his foot on the ropes! Vampiro shakes his head, knowing he should have known better. He gets back up and picks up Roode as well knowing it'll take awhile for him to get back up on his own. He places him in a pumphandle position, getting ready to pick him up when suddenly he looks towards the ramp to see the UWF Champion Dolph Ziggler making his way down to the ring. Vampiro tosses Roode to the side and looks at Dolph. Ziggler doesn't pay him any attention, instead focusing on Roode but he doesn't interfere in the match, simply walking over and taking a seat at the announcers table.
Corey Graves: Tidy up boys, the UWF Champion is gracing us with his presence.
Ziggler doesn't put on the headset or anything, instead just sits there watching. Vampiro decides to focus back on the match and sees Roode start to get back to his feet. Vampiro walks over and kicks him in the gut. He grabs his leg and tries to lift him up for the Nail in the Coffin but Roode hits him with an elbow to the side of the head. He ends up back on his feet and attack Vampiro with a lariat to the back of the head. Instead of following up, Roode walks over to the corner and starts to take the padding off of the top turnbuckle. The ref tries to reprimand him and grabs the padding and tries to put it back on the turnbuckle. Vampiro is now back on his feet and runs at Roode but Bobby just kicks him straight in the balls! Vampiro keels over but Roode grabs his head and throws him up in the air before planting him down with the Glorious DDT!
Mauro Ranallo: Low blow followed by the Glorious DDT! This is the same way he defeated Dolph Ziggler last week!
Ziggler stands up and stares at Roode as he smiles back at him. Bobby then yells for the ref to pay attention and make the count. The ref obliges and makes the count.
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bobby Roode!
Roode gets his hand raised in celebration, momentarily forgetting about the UWF Champion on the outside. That slight moment however was enough for Dolph to slide into the ring and superkick Bobby right when he remembers and turns to face Dolph! Ziggler gets all up in his face and yells at him. Not quite finished with him, Dolph picks him back up and stands to the side of him. He says a few words that only Roode can hear before jumping up and nailing him with the Zig Zag! Ziggler pops back up to his feet and throws his fist in the air, pumped up for getting some revenge on the man who stole his victory away on the inaugural Revolution.
Mauro Ranallo: Dolph Ziggler making his presence known as Aztec Warfare looms near and- wait a minute!
Dolph gets spun around and taken out with the Nail in the Coffin by Vampiro! The Intercontinental Champion believing he had the match won before Dolph came down to ringside and makes sure Dolph knows it. Vampiro exits the ring and grabs his Intercontinental Championship before heading back into the ring. He raise sit high over the bodies of Dolph and Roode but then looks down at the UWF Championship. He bends down and picks it up, a title in each handle. He looks back and forth between both of them for a bit, deciding to just raise them both up in the air.
Mauro Ranallo: Anybody can win Aztec Warfare, could this be the last thing we see at Rebellion, Vampiro as a dual Champion?
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Rebellion
UWF Championship
Aztec Warfare
Intercontinental Championship
Vampiro(c) vs Sin Cara
Credits
Promos - Respective TTers
Kennedy vs Cesaro - Chase
Jericho vs Kendrick - Crann
Roode vs Vampiro, Scurll vs Castle, Sheamus vs Sin Cara vs Cole - Danny