Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 1:48:28 GMT -6
Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing 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: Each week we get closer and closer to Aztec Warfare and everyone is vying for momentum heading into the big match. The UWF Championship is up for grabs but first the champion will take on the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship. I can't believe I'm saying this but that man is Sin Cara.
Tom Phillips: Come on Graves, Sin Cara is a phenomenal athlete. Speaking of phenomenal athletes, Sheamus and Kurt Angle's protege Seth Rollins will square off in singles action, this time with no Drew Gulak getting in the way.
Corey Graves: Plus Marty Scurll has vowed to get revenge on the man who left him on the debut of Revolution, Brian Kendrick.
Tom Phillips: If those matches weren't big enough, Bobby Roode will go up against Cesaro. One man has yet to lose and the other has yet to win. Their personalities couldn't be any more different and it'll be a hell of a main event tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: But first we have the Television Champion in action tonight against Dalton Castle, let's head down to the ring!
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as The Australian National Anthem begins to play over the P.A System
AUSTRALIANS ALL LET US REJOICE
FOR WE ARE YOUNG AND FREE
WE'VE GOLDEN SOIL AND WEALTH FOR TOIL
The crowd begin to boo the theme as they aren't left waiting long before The Television Champion, Zack Ryder and his manager, Emma make their way from the back. Both stop at the top of the ramp, looking out into the fanbase as Zack taps his title around his waist. He puts up his trademark taunt as Emma does the same.
The fans boo the Australian pair as they both begin their walk down the ramp.
Emma keeps pointing to herself whilst Zack begins to jog, sliding into the ring and getting to his feet before going to the corners.
Tony Chimel: Formerly from Long Island, New York but currently residing in Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 224 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by the Thunder from Down Under, Emma. He is the Current Television Champion, ZACK RYDER!!!
Emma slides into the ring behind him, taunting in the middle of the ring whilst Zack taunts on the turnbuckle. He jumps down, un clipping his title before he hands it to Emma. Emma smiles at before she lumps it over her shoulder, making her way out of the ring as Zack is ready to go.
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.
Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring, hailing from Catalina Island, weighing in at a perfect 222 lbs, he is the Party Peacock, The Charismatic Milkshake, he is Dalton Castle!!"
The crowd cheers the colorful Dalton Castle while he walks down to the ring hyping himself up with shouts and his battle cry:"LET'S GO BREAK SOME HEARTS!
Dalton enters the ring using the boys as stairs and he gets ready to do his pose.
After he finishes the posing the boys take off his clothes and they exit to the ringside area while Dalton walks to his corner and get ready for the match.
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DING DING DING
This is the first time we'll be seeing these two square off in their careers and-
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back to quite a few cheers since he hasn't done anything too particularly bad since taking over the company. He has a mic in hand and a smile on his face while the two men in the ring look confused.
EC3: Sorry to interrupt your match here, I would have come out sooner but you know, I'm a bit busy running this entire company. Regardless, I've notice quite a few people thinking they could just skate by on their duties. I signed you Zack in particular because you had drive and a purpose. Plus Emma comes with you. Unfortunately you've been failing your duties as champion, not showing up to various interviews and not promoting the brand. So I've decided that tonight you'll be defending the Television Championship.
The crowd pops as Zack freaks out and Emma yells at EC3 from ringside. Ethan just shrugs his shoulders and heads to the back. Ryder turns around but Castle is waiting for him, spinning him around and around before planting him face first to the mat with the Bang-A-Rang! He flips him over for the pin.
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Zack Ryder kicks out! Castle's a little shocked but despite it being surprise, it's still the beginning of the match and so he just decides to go right back to work. He picks up Zack and brings him over to the corner, smashing his face into the turnbuckles over and over again. He backs up and spreads his arms wide, giving a loud peacock yell before running over with a high knee in the corner. Zack comes staggering out and Dalton throws him over his shoulder with an exploder suplex. He tries to stay on the attack but Emma grabs his ankle from the outside. Castle looks back at her but the Boys run over to her and fan her away. Emma doesn't want to put up with them and just kicks one of the boys right in the face! Castle is too preoccupied by this that Ryder comes up from behind and attacks him with a lariat to the back of the head.
Corey Graves: Dalton Castle thought this match was as good as his but Ryder is here to show that he's the real deal.
Mauro Ranallo: Do you think he'll start taking his duties a little bit more seriously after this?
Corey Graves: Hey if I had Emma with me, I might forget about everything else as well.
Ryder stomps down on Castle and even chokes him out with his boot on the bottom rope. The ref counts to four and backs him away but Emma comes over and slaps Castle right in the face! Dalton crawls away but Ryder stays on the attack, continuing to him with clubbing blows to the back. Castle gets up to a knee while Ryder just laughs at him. Suddenly, Castle just pops up while in between Zack's legs and spins him around for a second Bang-A-Rang! Emma tries to get on the apron but the boys grab her as Castle goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Television Champion, Dalton Castle!
The Boys charge into the ring and celebrate with Castle. He is handed the Television Championship to which the boys place it around his waist. Emma helps Ryder exit the ring and they head to the back while The Boys get in place with their fans and hide Dalton, doing the same reveal to start the match as the new Television Champion displays the gold around his waist. They continue to celebrate until the feed goes elsewhere.
The feed takes us backstage where Dolph Ziggler is lounging and watching the Revolution broadcast on a monitor, smirking.
When he realizes the camera is on him, Ziggler begins to speak.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
You know, I've been asked for weeks now what I think about the upcoming Aztec Warfare and the current roster here on Revolution and I think in that time I have made my opinions pretty obvious, but I still keep get asking the same question so this is the last time I'm going to go out of my way to answer it. And here it is: I think I stand head and shoulders above literally every other athlete in this company. Nobody else compares to me. Nobody else in this building possesses the same raw physical talent, the same charisma, the same ring sense and resourcefulness and, perhaps most importantly, the same intangible qualities that make me the greatest professional wrestler alive today — and that, by leaps and bounds. And yet...
Dolph audibly sighs and shrugs.
And yet, you go to UWF.com and what do you see? On the power rankings, they keep snubbing me. In all the articles, they insist on talking about Bobby Roode's hot streak or Brian Kendrick's underhanded tactics or Chris Jericho's special opportunity. Nowhere on the site do you see the truth: that I am the only person in this company who matters. The seven figures on my contract say it. The title I lug around says it. I mean, Jesus, I'm weeks away from retiring one of the all-time greats in this sport, and they ignore me. But that's all right. I've never needed anyone else to boost my signal, I've never needed an outside source to generate my buzz. Every night that I step in that ring, I show why I'm the inaugural and undisputed UWF Champion. I show how I am superior to anyone Carter thinks can stand against me. And whether I lose to a cheat or beat the piss out of one of the best the business has ever seen, I'm still the star of the show, the face of the company... now and forever.
Ziggy chuckles to himself as he turns and leans in toward the camera.
And about this week? Let me let you in on a little secret. I'm going to win. Because losing to a career loser like Sin Cara would be untenable. If something like that happened, forget Aztec Warfare, I'd have to strongly consider retirement. Of course, it's not going to happen. I'm going to win this week, and I'm going to win Aztec Warfare. And when I do, I'm going to appear on this show with my trademark shit-eating grin...
Dolph pauses and points to his face as he cracks that grin.
...and I'm going to say four words: I. Told. You. So.
The feed abruptly moves on.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the infamous Byron Saxton, backstage, with a microphone no less, as it appears he’s set to do some form of interview.
Byron Saxton: “What’s up, everybody! This is Byron Saxton here, and I’m really on TV! Wow! Anyway, I’ve been scheduled to interview a very important person today. He is none other than the Swiss Superman himself, Cesaro!”
Cesaro politely walks onto the screen in his suit. He readjusts his shirt collar for a moment before introducing himself. Cesaro speaks in a relatively unenthusiastic tone of voice.
Cesaro: “Byron.”
Byron Saxton: “Cesaro, I’m a big fan of yours.”
Cesaro: “That’s great, Byron.”
Byron Saxton: “Cesaro, out of all your moves, my personal favorite has got to be the Neutralizer.”
Cesaro: “Yeah, me too.”
Byron Saxton: “It always seems to finish the match.”
Cesaro: “Yeah.”
Byron Saxton: “I just love how it’s spelt.”
Cesaro: “Yeah.”
Byron Saxton: “Cesaro, what’s your favorite meal of the day?”
Cesaro: “No.”
Cesaro doesn’t look Byron in the eye as he has his eyes facing the floor in a display of shame. The happy-go-lucky Byron doesn’t seem, as he continues speaking—
Byron Saxton: “Anyway, what’re your thoughts heading into your match tonight against none other than the Glorious One, Bobby Roode?”
Cesaro: “Listen, Byron. All Fun little trivia questions aside, I’ve a match to worry about. From dusk-to-dawn, when there’s a match in the future, that’s all I can be focused on. I’m sorry if I couldn’t make this interview a bit more interesting for you, but the second I arrive in this arena, I’m in the zone. I’m like an Olympic Athlete, brimming with focus and determination on the day of the Olympics – but it’s every week. I’m no slouch – and I can’t afford to be, when my opponent is Bobby Roode. I’m confident I can walk away with the victory, but it means that I must be completely vigilant. My focus cannot waver for a second, or I risk losing the match the same way I’ve done the past two weeks in a row.”
Byron Saxton: “But, what happens if you come up short here tonight, Cesaro? What momentum will you have, as you’ll be looking forward to Aztec Warfare?”
Cesaro raises a hand, as if to sound more reassuring.
Cesaro: “I’m not worried about that Byron. I’m worried about the present, because the present can shape the future as much as planning for it. I will walk away with this victory, Byron. There's no doubt in my mind.”
Byron Saxton: “Are you sure you aren’t being overconfident?”
Cesaro pinches his nostrils for a moment in a respite of temporary frustration.
Cesaro: “I’m not being overconfident, Byron. But, who is overconfident is Bobby Roode. Before tonight, me and Bobby Roode publicly exchanged a few words with one another. He raved on, and on about his intelligence, and about how stupid I am. Even though, I can speak six languages fluently, and as far as I know, can only speak one. All I saw was this insecure little man, who hid behind “intelligence”, his fancy suit, and a mansion, instead of standing up for something greater than himself. I’m not about to let him pickpocket another match away from a deserving competitor. All the tricks, and all the games, and all the lies, they end here, Byron; they run into the Swiss wall, known as myself.”
Cesaro then walks off, as Revolution rolls on.
“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'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.
Ring Announcer 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.
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As Kendrick is handing off his coat to the ringside worker, Scurll comes up behind him and smacks him across the back with his umbrella! The referee tries to gain control of the situation but Marty is furious after how Kendrick left him high and dry. He hammers him over and over again with the umbrella until the ref physically has it taken from him. The ref is able to push Marty back into the corner and checks on Brian, asking if he's ok to still compete. Kendrick nods his head and so the ref reluctantly calls for the bell.
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Marty comes running over but Kendrick knocks him over with a double leg takedown followed by repeated shots to the head! Scurll tries to cover up but Brian stays on him and the ref actually just lets him go. Scurll eventually manages to roll to the outside to get away but Kendrick follows him out, looking to get even more revenge after the cheap shot to start the match. Kendrick following him around the ring until Marty turns a corner and blindsides him with an elbow to the face! He then kicks Kendrick in the gut and slams his face against the apron before rolling him back into the ring.
Marty stalks Kendrick, waiting as he rises back to his feet. He's obviously going for the chicken wing but as he sneaks up behind Brian, Kendrick wraps his arm Marty's head and runs forward towards the corner for the Kendrick but Marty pushes him forward and seats him at the top of the turnbuckles. From there, he lowers Kendrick down into a tree of woe and just starts stomping away at his midsection. He then walks over to the opposite corner to get a running start for a basement dropkick! Kendrick breaks free from the tree of woe but he's a bit dazed which allows Scurll to come up behind him and lock in the Chicken Wing! It's not long before Kendrick has no other choice but to tap out.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Marty Scurll!
Marty lets Kendrick go, more than satisfied with his revenge. He yells out to the crowd to make sure they're watching what he just did. He continues to celebrate in the ring until the live feed heads elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on, we cut to a title card and then straight to the face of Renee Young, who stands with a smile and a microphone in her hand.
Renee Young:I'm here with the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!
Renee gives a motion towards Sheamus, who stand beside her in his ring gear, clearly ready for what's to come later in the show.
Young: So, Sheamus, you have a match later tonight with Seth Rollins, a man a lot of people think have some serious potential. What's your thoughts on your opponent?
Sheamus seems to be thinking as Renee asks the question, answering as soon as the microphone goes up to him.
Sheamus: What do I think of Seth? I think he's a fella with a chip on his shoulder, somebody with a lot to prove. He wouldn't be wrong about that, either. All I've ever heard is him big himself up, or Kurt Angle talk about how he's the best thing for this business going forward years from now. I haven't seen it. I've seen just another guy who kicks and screams and whines when things don't go his way, and there's plenty of 'em around here. So I'll tell you what I think of Seth. I think the main guy he's got something to prove to is me, and that's to prove whether he's even worth the time of getting into the ring.
Renee nods at that answer, but doesn't take away the microphone from Sheamus as she asks her next.
Young: Some people would say that you have a lot to prove too after your loss to Sin Cara last week. Do you have anything to say to that?
Sheamus: If they say so, Renee. Let me put this to you. I've never acted like I'm the best thing this business has ever had, I haven't deluded myself into thinking that I'm gonna dominate and win in every single match I've had. Do I want to be the best? You're damn right I do fella, but part of that is getting why I lost and how to improve. If I do what half the roster does and kick my feet, flail me arms and have a temper tantrum either in the ring or backstage afterwards, I'm not learning anything. All I'm figuring out how to do is piss off the audience and make them want to see my arse handed to me again. So I'll prove this week, again to Seth Rollins that I'm what I say I am. I'm a man who loves to fight, who can fight with the best of 'em, and who's going all the way up as fast as he can in this company.
Renee clears her throat, seeming to be okay with that answer as she quickly moves onto her last.
Young: Okay. Lastly, Sheamus, a lot of people have been looking at their favourites for Aztec War-
Sheamus puts up a hand to interrupt Renee, gently taking the microphone from her hand as he stares toward her for a minute before his eyes look to the camera.
Sheamus: Everyone should've figured out how I feel about Aztec Warfare by now. Ever heard of a man talking about how he's 'in the zone'? Aztec Warfare's that zone. And some guys can get into that zone. Me, fella? I live in it. So if you're watching Aztec Warfare when it happens, I hope you enjoy all the blood and beatings getting handed out. I know I will.
Sheamus gives a bit of a grin as he hands the microphone back to Renee and simply walks off-camera, the segment fading to black while UWF moves on.
We see JB with a mic in his hand.
Jeremy Borash: Ladies and gentlemen, with me this time again "The Glorious" Bobby Roode.
Roode steps in.
Jeremy Borash: Bobby, tonight you will face Cesaro, what are your thoughts?
Bobby Roode: What are my thoughts? As I always said, only winning. Because this, this "sport" as Cesaro says is a must win for me. Because I said, this is my life! This is the most important thing for me. Getting in that ring and having my hand raised is everything! Title, non-title, main event or not; I step in that ring with mentality of winning. No matter how. People don't remember how you win the wars. People don't talk about how you win battles. They will talk but for short time. Then, the history will consists those who become victorious. And I am that. A winner. Someone who is victorious and someone who won't stop until he become the ultimate victor. All those peasants like Ziggler, Vampiro and this week: Cesaro, are the ones who will be thrown to the side of the road by me.
Jeremy Borash:Speaking of ultimate victory, is Aztec Warfare a part of that?
Bobby Roode: Yes. It is a part of that. So many times, I have said that the match is stupid. I am the rightful contender. I am the one who should have faced Ziggler but this is how this company is managed. Terrible. But things happen in this way and I am not someone who can't accept what is happening. It's not right, it's not truth but it's the reality. And I am a realist. You all know that. I don't speak from heart, I speak from my mind. Because our minds is our biggest weapon. But people in UWF seems to hate using their brain. They like to show their talents and entertain these boring life people. Just like my opponent. Instead of getting the W, they get nothing. Just the admiration and love of fans, which means nothing.But I don't have that goal. I have the goal of being the best. I am the best but I will show it. Not by flying and doing incredible things like Cesaro, but winning every single thing. Cesaro, watch me tonight. Watch me as I beat you and learn from a real living legend. Learn from the very best in this company! Then maybe, just maybe... You can reach your potential. But when you are at your peak, when you are at the top of your game, I will be there again to push you down. Just like I pushed everyone. Just like I will push anyone and everyone in Aztec Warfare, stealing my spot, trying to steal my title. That title will be mine. So it is a part of that. But it won't end there. My GLORIOUS theme song is just not a beautiful song, it's also meaningful. Let me quote "No I won't give in, I won't give in 'til I'm victorious and I will defend... I will defend..."
After I beat Cesaro and then win Aztec Warfare and become the new UWF Champion!
Roode leaves.
As that alarm-clock like riff kicks off, the TitanTron flares to life with a very simple image: simply the text, "Dolph Ziggler." There's no fancy lights, no fancy pyrotechnics and no fancy video -- just that driving Queens of the Stone Age theme song and the man himself, the two-time UWF world champion, who emerges from the back with an intensity burning in his eyes as he proceeds with deliberate steps toward the ring, foregoing the theatrics he was once known for.
Tony Chimel: From Cleveland, Ohio and weighing 218 pounds, he is the UWF Champion, Dolph ZIGGLER!
There's considerable booing from the crowd as Ziggler jogs up the ring steps and walks along the apron, then steps between the top and middle ropes, removes his hoodie and tosses it to a ringside technician as he shakes out his wrists and performs some pre-match stretching in his corner.
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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Sin Cara is hopping up and down, still warming up a bit while Ziggler is slumped in the corner, not bothering to take Sin Cara seriously. Cara stops and points at Ziggler but Dolph just laughs until Cara comes running over with a dropkick in the corner! Dolph is slightly dazed by it and so Sin Cara brings him out of the corner with a snapmare into a sitting position. Cara hits the ropes and comes back with a running dropkick to the face which makes Ziggler rolls out of the ring. The slight breather doesn't end up going too well for Dolph as Sin Cara comes diving through the ropes with a senton, landing right on top of Ziggler!
Mauro Ranallo: Tope con hilo!
Corey Graves: Sorry to tell you this Mauro but that's the only excitement your getting out of this match because Ziggler's going to recover from those cheap shots and show why he is the UWF Champion.
Titus is yelling out to the crowd, telling them to get on their feet and cheer his client. Sin Cara picks up Dolph and tosses him into the ring, hopping onto the apron and waiting for Dolph to get to his feet. Ziggler rises and turns around just as Sin Cara springboards into the ring. Unfortunately for the masked luchador, Ziggler jumps up and catches him with a dropkick in mid air! Sin Cara holds onto his ribs but Dolph just walks right over and starts stomping away at him, trying to hurt him further. The referee has to drag Ziggler away who is clearly furious. Sin Cara uses the ropes to help him up and so Dolph runs over right away, looking to finish things off with the Zig Zag but Sin Cara holds onto the ropes. Ziggler goes flying back but rolls back up to his feet. He walks back up to Sin Cara who hits him with a step up enziguri! With Dolph stunned, Sin Cara runs at Dolph but Ziggler ducks and so Sin Cara jumps on his back and flips him over for a sunset flip powerbomb!
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Ziggler kicks out! Sin Cara drags Dolph closer to the corner and heads out to the apron to climb up to the top rope. Titus is hyping the crowd up on the outside while Sin Cara points down at Ziggler. He then takes off for the senton but Ziggler gets his knees up, Sin Cara's back landing hard across them. He grabs at his back but still tries to stand back up. Dolph however is already up and runs over to him, planting him with the Famouser! he turns him over for the pin.
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Sin Cara kicks out! Ziggler right away places him in a side headlock to wear him down some more. Titus is on the outside staring at Dolph who is looking right at him with a smile on his face. To add insult to injury, the Show Off decides to do a headstand while keeps Sin Cara in the headlock, all while still smiling at Titus. Titus won't stand for this and stars to slam his hands on the mat, trying to get the crowd and Sin Cara back in the match. His motions from hitting the mat cause Dolph to fall back to a regular side headlock but also gets the crowd back into it and Sin Cara by proxy. He starts to fight his way back to a vertical base, He throws a few elbows to the abdomen of Ziggler but Dolph cuts off any momentum with a standing dropkick!
Corey Graves: Haha I told you Mauro, it was only a matter of time before the UWF Champion proved how much better he is.
Tom Phillips: Dolph Ziggler is the UWF Champion for a reason but let's not discount the roll Sin Cara has been on. He could easily come away with a win here.
Corey Graves: This isn't some fairy tale Phillips, Sin Cara is the next Jimmy Uso, always bound to fall short. He's worse than Jimmy, he's a cheater!
Dolph dusts off his hands as if he just took out the trash. More than happy with himself, he walks over to the corner and starts tuning up the band much to the hatred of the crowd. Titus runs over to Sin Cara and tries to warn him but the masked sensation still gets to his feet and slowly turns around. Ziggler comes forward with the superkick but Sin Cara ducks it and when Dolph turns around, he eats a clothesline. He pops back to his feet to eat a second clothesline. Ge gets up a third time and Sin Cara pushes him into the ropes for a irish whip except Dolph reverse and sends Sin Cara running instead. Sin Cara goes down into a handspring, bouncing off the ropes into a back elbow to Ziggler!
Ziggler rolls out to the apron to get a breather but Sin Cara comes over, wanting to stay on the attack. He picks up Dolph over the ropes but Ziggler grabs onto his mask and hangs him on the top rope! Ziggler gets another smile on his face and rolls back into the ring. Sin Cara is too busy trying to not choke that he doesn't see Dolph come over. Before he knows it, he's spiked on his head with a jumping DDT by Dolph! Ziggler hooks the leg for the pin.
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Sin Cara kicks out! Ziggler looks a little frustrated but it seems to stem more from the fact that Titus is clapping on the outside, yelling about how Dolph can't beat his client. He's talking to the crowd but it still gets on Ziggler's nerves. Titus is standing a little too close to the ring and so Ziggler runs over and takes him out with a baseball slide! Titus gets knocked into the barricade and looks back at Dolph. Ziggler gives him a wave and a smile as he backs away. Sin Cara however slips up behind him and gets him in a schoolboy!
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Ziggler kicks out just in time!
Mauro Ranallo: Sin Cara almost won the match right there!
Corey Graves: I think you mean stole the match! Thank God Ziggler's too good to lose to a cheap tactic like that.
Tom Phillips: Dolph's the one who took his eyes off of Sin Cara.
Corey Graves: Titus shouldn't even be out here period! He's obviously just trying t steal what little spotlight Sin Cara has.
Dolph pops back up and runs right at Sin Cara who uses his own momentum against him to spin him around into a tilt a whirl backbreaker! Sin Cara drags him to the corner again and goes right up, wasting no time has he leaps off for a second attempt at the senton! This time Doiph rolls out of the way but Cara rolls through and gets back to his feet. He turns around though and walks right into a superkick! Sin Cara shows some resilience as he manges to stay up but he's clearly knocked loopy. Dolph simply jumps up and nails him with the Zig Zag! He then hooks the leg for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Dolph Ziggler!
Dolph raises the title up high while Titus checks on his client. Ziggler looks down at them and just smiles and shakes his head. Titus gives him a stern look but rolls his client out of the ring and heads to the back. Ziggler pays them no attention and just goes up to the top rope, raising his championship up high for all to see until the scene fades out.
UWF Revolution's title card flashes across the screen as it moves onto the previous segment; we cut to Sheamus standing backstage, as a small box in the bottom right tells us this is pre-recorded from earlier in the week. The Celtic Warrior seems to be looking aside, before the camera catches his eye.
Sheamus: Hey there. So, this is me, Sheamus, UWF Superstar, you know all the rest. I'm not gonna run down my credentials, or nicknames, anything like that. What I am gonna do though, is explain something that a lot of people seem to be taking issue with that, and that's my style here up on top. Now, I'm gonna be explaining a few more things about me pretty soon, just because people ask, so I'll gladly tell 'em. So, what do you think? Maybe you think I look great, that I'm threatening. Or maybe you're like every guy who's not able to come up with his own jokes, and you just think I look stupid, like other people have told you. Let me tell you why I look like this.
Sheamus steps fully into camera, motioning to the mohawk on his head.
Sheamus: If you haven't been paying attention when I speak, or you've been living under a rock, I hail from Ireland. And over there, we got a rich culture, an ancient one. We go back thousands of years, and those thousands of years ago, there were Irishmen who looked like this. Not because they thought it looked cool, and not because they thought it was funny. The opposite, actually. It was real serious. This meant that a man was ready for war, that he wasn't a boy or an invalid that needed defending. What this represents, for me, isn't just that I'm carrying home on my shoulders wherever I go, wherever UWF tours. It means that I'm always ready, that if you ever want to take a shot at me, then it better be a good one, because I'm antsy for an excuse to knock your arse flat. So, the next time you think that I just look stupid, just remember how stupid you might look if I'm the one standing tall.
Sheamus' face slowly extends into a smile as the segment fades away into black, transitioning over into the next part of the Revolution.
The scene opens up to Seth Rollins in his locker room. The camera zooms in on his face as he isn’t all smiles, this time rather serious.
Seth Rollins: That triple threat match that I was in two weeks ago, screw that. It means nothing. A fluke match ending in a fluke way, all it means is that I squandered up a damn good opportunity out of the gates here. But that won’t continue to happen. You can bet your ass on it. I came back here for a reason, and that’s to etch my name in everyone’s minds as one of the greatest wrestlers to ever lace up their boots and walk down that damn ramp. And I admit, up until now I have been a disappointment. A god damn broken and pathetic shell of myself. But I’m catching myself before this shit gets any worse, I’m correcting the ships path and setting the destination on the correct course.
First up happens to be Sheamus, the man who robbed me of what should have been my first win here. A man who I should have taken a tad bit more serious, but none the less, here we are. Destiny has a funny way of working itself out. You can rest assures Sheamus, I’ll get my revenge on you one way or another.. Whether its tonight, after this match or at Aztec Warfare.. I’ll make sure that everyone is forced to think about me. And they will be forced to have to come up with a game plan on how to beat me, and they will fail. The wheels are about to get greased up on this ship.
Seth then walks out of his locker as the feed fades to black.
as UWF returns from a short commercial break, the titantron shows everyone's favorite split doing backstage interviewer: Tom Phillips.
"Hello UWF, this is Tom Phillips reporting from the backstage where I just got a report saying.....
Tom is cut off by sounds of kazoo and singing.
Hey can you guys be a little quieter? I'm trying to report something!
the sounds stop following Tom's request but as soon as Tom gets the microphone to his mouth again Dalton Castle enters the frame out of nowhere, hugging Tom.
Hello Tom, you saw my match? you should have seen it,
it was a good match, with a great finish! IM THE TV CHAMPION!!
COME CELEBRATE WITH US!!!
suddenly a wave of boys gets into the frame, waving their fans at the fired up, ready to party Dalton.
"No Dalton, I can't come with you, I have something important to report!!
Tom is now being lifted into the air by the wave of boys while Castle stands in the middle and directs them.
DON'T FIGHT TOM! YOU'LL ONLY GET CARRIED LONGER!!
but Tom fights, he tries to escape and the boys start running, Dalton chases them with his newly won title around his waist.
The picture starts fading out but in the last second Dalton runs back to the camera, he smiles a big ear-to-ear smile and says: "I'm the champ baby."
and the picture finally fades with Dalton's smile being the last thing we see.
We go to ringside now, as in the ring stands Tony Chimel in the middle of the ring with a microphone. To his corner is Seth Rollins in the corner, and on the outside is his manager, Kurt Angle, giving him some last minute pep talk.
Tony Chimel: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first already in the ring, Seth, Rollins!"
The crowd gives a decent pop for the Architect, who's paying more attention to them than to Kurt.
The lights go dark and the theme of Sheamus begins to echo in the arena, slowly building up. As the intro reaches its climax, the lights go completely dark before the stage is brightly lit with spotlights pointing towards Sheamus, standing on the stage with his arms outstretched and fists clenched.
Sheamus: Faugh a ballagh!
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Dublin Ireland, weighing in at 267lbs, he is the Celtic Warrior, SHEAMUS!
With his music now playing at full blare, Sheamus walks down the ramp with the crowd cheering and yelling, many hoping to see what kind of violence the large man from Ireland can inflict. He walks down the ramp with a serious look on his face, licking his lips as he stares toward the ring.
Quickly turning and walking up the steps, Sheamus walks across the apron, turning to face the crowd and once again spreading his arms, fists clenched as he lets loose another war cry in their direction, much to their delight. With a grin on his face, Sheamus steps between the ropes and confidently takes position in the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell sounds off, Seth is ready to rock, but Kurt gets up on the apron and calls him over. Seth looks confused and annoyed, but he goes over to the corner. Kurt is giving some advice on what to do against the Celtic Warrior, who watches on in anticipation, rubbing his hands together. Seth is trying to beg for Kurt to back off and let him work, and after some back and forth squabble between the two, Kurt nods in frustration, puts his hands up, and steps down. Seth looks relieved and turns around, and is met with a huge shoulder tackle from Sheamus. He's thrusting his shoulder into Seth's stomach as he's backed into the corner. The ref starts to count, and at the three counter Sheamus backs up. Rollins holds his stomach in pain, and before he has a chance to react, Sheamus runs up and strikes with a huge, stiff lariat. He seems done, but as a last minute reaction, he tucks Rollins head under his arm, lifts him up in atonishing fashion, and slams him down with a swift suplex, rolling over for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Corey Graves: "And already Sheamus is taking it to Rollins. Ya know I'm surprised that Sheamus is even allowed to participate in this match, his hair could be considered a weapon."
Tom Phillips: "Indeed, Sheamus is perhaps at his best with his brute strength, but Corey, you didn't have the most business casual haircut when you performed in that ring either."
Corey Graves: "No, but I would've punked you out back then had you said that to me. The only difference now is the money's worth more than shutting you up, Phillips."
Sheamus starts to pick up Rollins by the head but is cut off as Rollins fights back, punching Sheamus away. Sheamus clubs him in the upper part of his back and tucks in Seth's head, looking for another suplex. As he tries to lift him up, Seth stalls, keeping his feet down. Sheamus goes for it again and gets him up in the air, but Rollins uses this moment to get his knee down, hitting Sheamus on top of the head and causing Sheamus to lose his grip. Seth lands on his feet behind Sheamus, and spins him around, kicking him in the gut and getting his arms up. The crowd go crazy as Seth goes for the Pedigree! But Sheamus reverses, spinning his way out between Seth's thighs, he backs up and looks for the Brouge Kick! But no! Seth goes under the foot and rolls up Sheamus for a roll up!
..1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Sheamus is able to kick out and is on his knees, but before he has time to get his balance, Rollins lets out a furious yell and superkicks Sheamus square in the jaw! Sheamus is staggering, but before he gets a chance to stand, Rollins comes over and has Sheamus in a suplex position, he yells once again and with all his power lifts the big man up, stalling for a moment before crashing down into the middle of the ring with a Falcon Arrow! He hooks the leg!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Sheamus is able to get to kick out at the last second, knocking Seth off him. Seth looks stunned but focused, as he notices Kurt on the outside in praise, clapping for his protege. Seth grabs a hold of Sheamus' ankle and starts to stomp away at it repeatedly. He's in pain and starts to claw his way over, reaching for the ropes. Rollins is having none of this, as just before Sheamus can get the bottom rope, Rollins twists the Ankle and has the Ankle Lock locked in! The crowd pop big for this, and Angle clearly gets a big hoot out of this. Rollins manages to pull Sheamus backwards and keep the hold in. Sheamus is yelling at the ref he's not gonna tap.
Maruo Ranallo: "Ankle Lock applied! It seems Angle's own moveset fits the Architect quite well!"
After 15 some seconds of this, Sheamus is clearly in pain, and the damage has been done. Rollins yells for Sheamus to quit, but he grabs the bottom rope just in time. Rollins is forced to let go of the hold, as Sheamus rolls out of the ring, trying to get his Ankle back in working shape. Rollins is ready to go after him, but the ref keeps Rollins at bay. Rollins tries to argue, seeming hot at this call from the ref. He backs up with a grin, holding his hands up while the ref turns and starts to count out Sheamus. The ref is at the count of five before Sheamus is up to his feet. He's shaking his foot, and looks up only to see Seth push the ref out of the way and jump over the top rope, going for a crossbody! But no! Sheamus, with all of his strength, catches the air bourne Rollins and keeps him up! The crowd is going ballistic!
Tom Phillips: "Rollins! He caught Rollins in mid-air like a baby bird!"
Corey Graves: "Somebody better call protective child services, because Sheamus is about ready to drop this baby."
Seth is kicking and trying to get out of the hold, but Sheamus lets out a Warrior's Yell before turning Seth and hitting a body slam on the apron! Rollins lands with a sick thud and squirms in pain. Sheamus sees this as an opportunity and throws Rollins in the ring. Sheamus is taking a moment to get in the ring, as the assault on his ankle got to him. Kurt is in the distance enough to pull Seth over to the corner by his arm, the ref warns Kurt, but Kurt reassures its fine. Seth is still in pain and somewhat loopy. He looks disoriented, and Kurt is beginning to prep talk him. Seth starts to slowly get his way up using the ropes, and is telling Kurt to back off. Kurt looks frustrated and needs for Seth to listen, but he's having none of it. Finally, when Seth's standing up, and Kurt is still begging for him to listen, Rollins tells him to he can do it himself. Kurt puts his hands up in frustration and silences himself. Rollins is relieved, and turns around ready to go before-
]Maruo Ranallo: "Mama Mia, Brouge Kick!"
Seth eats a huge Brouge Kick straight to the jaw, evidentally getting knocked out and dropping like a brick. Sheamus is kick to make the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: "Here is you winner, The Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!"
Corey Graves: "THAT is how you make a statement for Aztec Warfare. Sheamus is a force not to be reckoned with."
Sheamus has his hand raised in victory and seems happy with himself, celebrating with the crowd. Rollins rolls out of the ring, holding his jaw in disappointment with himself. Angle comes over, and rather than an "I told you so", Angle pats his protege on the back. Rollins is accepting, and the two walk off onto the entrance ramp. Sheamus stands there high and proud of his win, and exits the ring, high fiving those on his way out, as we cut away.
The camera goes backstage where Revolution's newest member is standing by.
Murphy:
Ah! At last the secret is out, revealed to the entire world. For months, for months I've been wondering when the company were going to release the biggest secret possible. For those who don't know me, my name's Murphy and I hail from Melbourne, Australia. Over the past few years, I've made waves across Australia and caught the very attention of the management here in UWF and was signed to a contract. That contract being signed quite some time ago, I was used as a 'pet project' because of my talents; not to brag or anything... but there's a reason why I'm called the 'Best Kept Secret' and now; you folks get to witness the greatness I possess! I get that I'm probably out here sounding quite cocky and what-not; but let me assure you that I'm far from that. I'm just extremely excited to be finally here, to wrestle in front of millions has been a life-long dream. Do you know that many people like me who try pave their way into a company like this don't really make it far? Well, that's about to change because I'm willing to push myself even further like nobody has before to be your next Champion.
I'm unknown, I get it, the crowd isn't giving me the reaction I'm quite expecting but in due time... you'll be right behind me. Just let me warm up to you, open your hearts and take me in eventually. I've worked crowds with twenty, I've worked crowds with thousands but never something like this... I've got a plan, but that... is actually the 'Best Kept Secret'. All in due time, all in due time... you're going to notice me.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first:
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!
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.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and our two competitors move in on each other before tying up in the classic collar-and-elbow style. The pair jostle for position, but it is Cesaro who finds the edge, rolling out behind Roode and cinching in a hold around his waist. Roode struggles against Cesaro's grip, but soon finds his feet lifted off the canvas as Cesaro elevates him, and then brings him arse-first down on his knee. Roode shoots off the knee and the back of his hand braces his spine for a moment, but only a moment as Cesaro moves in and connects with a Russian leg sweep! The Swiss Superman draws some pops for the early offence as he gets to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Some early power offence from Cesaro and he has put himself firmly in control here.
Corey Graves: For now, maybe. But Bobby Roode is world champion material and it is going to take a lot more to keep him down.
Roode manages to get back to his feet and it is back into another tie-up. This time, Cesaro sends Roode off the ropes and when he rebounds, the Swiss man lifts Roode off the matt with a gorilla press and then drops him unceremoniously on the knee with a gutbuster! Roode damn near loses his lunch as the fans cheer in admiration while they watch him being manhandled by Cesaro. As Roode rolls onto his back, Cesaro punishes him by putting the boot to him and so the Canadian rolls out of the ring to try and recover on the outside. No such luck as Cesaro follows him, connecting with some clubbing blows to the shoulder before moving Roode back to ringside. Cesaro tries to bounce the Glorious One's skull off the apron, but Roode gets both hands on and resists. Cesaro tries again and Roode lashes out with an elbow to Cesaro's exposed gut, causing him pause. Roode then thumbs Cesaro in the eye and smashes his face off the apron before rolling him into the ring, the fans booing loudly for the dirty tactic as he simply shrugs and climbs up on the apron.
Mauro Ranallo: Bobby Roode again showing resourcefulness and underhandedness and those two qualities alone make him a favourite in Aztec Warfare.
Tom Phillips: He gouged Cesaro's eye! That is a blatant violation of the rules!
Corey Graves: Rules, schmules, Phillips -- Roode gets results!
Roode enters the ring as Cesaro is up to one knee and immediately charges, kneeing the side of Cesaro's bald head. The Swiss Superman hits the canvas hard and Roode grabs the nearest rope for leverage as he puts a boot to his opponent, the fans booing even more loudly as he breaks it off to shout, "Is that all you got, huh?" Roode then laughs as Cesaro gets to hands and knees and smacks the back of his head twice, taunting Cesaro. "If I'm a joke, what are you?" Roode shouts as he lines his opponent up and boots him in the side of the skull, sending him careening onto his back. The fans boo Roode's cockiness as he bends over and drags Cesaro to his feet, then knees him in his gut to double him over before locking in an abdominal stretch. Cesaro cries out as Roode really torques and works the hold, stretching his foe in an uncomfortable manner. As he works the hold, Roode is straight talking shit about his opponent, calling him overrated and a waste of space on the roster.
Tom Phillips: This disgusts me. Bobby Roode showing no respect to his opponent and you can bet that will come back to hurt him.
Mauro Ranallo: Abominable behavior and an abdominal stretch are the key highlights for Bobby Roode thus far tonight.
As Roode continues to work the hold, he brings his free hand over for a series of nasty, clubbing blows to Cesaro's exposed chest. The Swiss Superman is clearly agonized by every thumping blow but, trapped in the hold, he is helpless. After several tortorous seconds, Roode shoves Cesaro to the canvas, where he lands again on hands and knees, panting and out of wind. Roode then lines him up and punts him right to the side, striking near the kidney area and drawing an actual cry of pain as Cesaro flops on his side. Roode then turns his back on his opponent to stretch out his arms in a "glorious" pose, drawing massive heat. He shakes his head and shouts for the fans to appreciate him as he is their next world champion, then turns to haul Cesaro back to his feet. As he does, however, Cesaro hits his second wind and, catching Roode unaware, lifts him onto his shoulders and drops him quickly with a fireman's carry slam! The fans explode with cheers as Cesaro falls on top for the pin.
1...
2...
...NO!
Tom Phillips: A kickout after that incredible move by Cesaro.
Corey Graves: He barely even got the two count. I could have saved him the time and told him that pinfall wasn't going to go for three.
As Roode kicks out, Cesaro shakes his bald head. He then steps half over his opponent so he is looming over the Canadian's head and doubles over to pummel Roode with some nasty blows to the skull and face. Cesaro then grabs both sides of Bobby's skull and actually starts to drag him to his feet, but mere moments later, Roode finds some wherewithal and just straight kicks Cesaro in the groin. Cesaro cries out and releases Roode, who scurries for the ropes and uses them to get vertical before charging Cesaro and damn near taking his head off with a HUGE clothesline! The fans are booing over the blatant low blow and even the official steps in to warn Roode not to do it again.
Corey Graves: Look at this despicable official getting involved in this match.
Tom Phillips: Is it really that despicable to try to enforce the rules?
Roode pulls Cesaro to his feet and sends him to the corner, then charges in with a huge back elbow. Cesaro is visibly dazed by the move; Roode is far from done as he unloads a loud and ugly chop to the chest of his opponent. Roode then shouts "Woo!" a la Ric Flair before continuing, chopping a total of six times. Cesaro is totally winded and unable to resist as Roode lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, then follows him up. After a few more punches, Roode pulls Cesaro to a stand on the turnbuckle and cinches in a belly-to-belly clutch, then connects with a belly-to-belly superplex! The fans are booing, but the impact on the canvas leaves both men down and unable to capitalize after the maneuver. The official gives them several long seconds but with neither making an effort to get to his feet, starts a count.
1...
2...
3...
Mauro Ranallo: That superplex literally took both of these men straight off their feet.
Tom Phillips: As powerful a display as that was from Bobby Roode, he looks out of gas!
Corey Graves: Roode looks out of gas? Well, Cesaro looks out of it entirely!
It's Roode who stirs first, right before the official hits a four count, dragging himself to the corner he just tossed Cesaro from and using the turnbuckles to get to his feet. Cesaro follows soon after, using the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Both men find their vertical base at about the same time, but Cesaro is naturally far more shaky on his feet. They move toward each other and Roode throws a chop that catches Cesaro with a loud clap as the fans chant, "ooh!" Cesaro comes back with a hard right hook that catches Roode and sends him reeling, but only a half-step, before the Canadian comes back with a chop. The pair trade blows like this for several long moments before Roode gets the edge and then throws himself back on the ropes, going airborn as he looks for a flying forearm! Unfortunately for Roode, Cesaro is prepared for it and he throws Roode into the air before he unloads with a HUGE European uppercut that blanks the Canadian, sending him crashing to the canvas in a daze. Still, the former world champion has the presence of mind to roll out to the apron as the fans cheer for the devastating maneuver by the Swiss Superman.
Tom Phillips: Cesaro, very European uppercut! That could be the end for Bobby Roode.
Corey Graves: I wouldn't count on that, Phillips.
Cesaro moves in and steps through the rope to stomp at Roode, connecting multiple times with Bobby's gut before bending over the top to pull Roode to his feet, a fistful of short hair in his hand. As Roode gets vertical, he again thumbs Cesaro in the eye, sending the Swiss Superman stumbling. When Cesaro returns to the ropes, Roode grabs him by both ears and drops off the apron, hanging Cesaro's neck on the ropes! Cesaro falls flat on his back and claws at his throat as the fans boo Roode once more resorting to dirty tactics, which draw a stern rebuke from the official. Roode smirks and then rolls into the ring and stands on his feet, thumping his chest and shouting, "I am the greatest!" More booing from the crowd. Roode then heads over to Cesaro and pulls him up to a doubled-over position, as though positioning him for a powerbomb. But unexpectedly, Cesaro lifts Roode up and over with a back body drop! Roode hits the canvas hard and shoulder-first as Cesaro stumbles to the corner, using it to steady himself while he is still trying to shake off the effects of Roode's dirty offence.
Mauro Ranallo: A fantastic counter-maneuver by Cesaro and what a great back-and-forth contest this has been.
Tom Phillips: You've got that right, Mauro.
Roode is back on his feet having used the ropes and Cesaro finally has his wits about him enough to cross the ring and move in for the kill, but as he moves in, Roode charges and takes him down with a big spear! There's tremendous heat from the crowd as Roode makes the cover, putting his feet on the ropes for leverage!
Tom Phillips: Not like this!
Corey Graves: All's fair, Tom...
1...
2...
...NO!
A huge kickout from Cesaro as he essentially just powers his way out of the dirty pin by throwing Roode straight off of him, then rolls out of the ring. A huge pop from the crowd for seeing their favourite escape defeat — at least for now. And a huge smack on the canvas (three, in actuality) from Roode as he gets right to his feet and in the official's face to contest what he argues is a slow count. While Roode argues with the official, Cesaro slides into the ring and rolls him up from behind!
Corey Graves: Not like this!
Tom Phillips: Didn't you just say, "All's fair," Corey?
Mauro Ranallo: Gentlemen, there's been a glitch in the Matrix.
1...
2...
...NO!
This time, it's Roode that escapes the pin and rolls out of the ring as the fans boo instead of cheer. Cesaro gets to his feet and mocks Roode on the outside by pulling a face, so Bobby enters the ring looking positively pissed off. The pair step up on each other, neither throwing a blow until Roode gives Cesaro a shove and screams in his face, spittle flying. Cesaro shoves back, so Roode comes back with a kick to the groin... or so he thinks, except Cesaro has it scouted this time and swats it away with such force that Roode spins like a top. When he comes back around, he comes back around in a backhanded cuff to the face that sends him reeling into the ropes. On the rebound, Cesaro knees him in the gut, positions him between the legs, cracks his neck and then lifts Roode up and hits the Neutralizer! A huge pop from the fans as Cesaro goes for the cover, and they count with the official:
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
C E S A R O!
Tom Phillips: He's done it! After two weeks of cheap losses and a close third week, Antonio Cesaro has prevailed here against an on-fire former World champion in Bobby Roode!
Corey Graves: This is ridiculous, did you see how much faster the official counted for Cesaro? It's clear that this was a two-on-one handicap match in spirit if not in reality.
Mauro Ranallo: Somebody get me some cheese! Something smells like... wine, or... sour grapes of some description anyway.
As the commentary team continues to debate the merits of Cesaro's victory off mic, the Superman celebrates his victory by exiting the ring and high-fiving some adoring fans, hugging others and even snapping a selfie with some of them.
While Roode collects himself in the ring and Cesaro continues to work the crowd, the feed moves onward.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. The scene shown is one in an office - and a vaguely familiar office at that. Potted plants fill the corners while an "Aztec Warfare" poster hangs as on the wall as a centerpiece. On one side, a desk, and on that desk, paperwork, and behind that desk...
Palmer Cannon!
The man behind the scenes of the behind-the-scenes going ons of the UWF gor years now, that's who he is in case you were wondering. Does he represent the board of directors? Is he a network guy? HR? Was he the one paying off Sweet and Sour Inc all along? Is that a script for Drumline 3 on his desk? No time for questions now! There's a knock at the door!
BANG BANG BANG
Cannon: Come in -
But just as Palmer is trying to welcome the visitor, the door bursts open anyway and in storms Mr. Kennedy! Palmer, totally used to rude entrances,
keeps it cool and civil.
Cannon: Oh, yes. Thanks for coming in tonight, Ken. I was hoping we could talk.
Kennedy is furious. He doesn't take a seat, but leans right across the desk and gets up in Palmer's face.
Kennedy: Who in the blue hell do you think you are, pal?
Cannon: I beg your pardon?
Kennedy: ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5 has been the highlight of this whole damn relaunch and I heard it through the grapevine that you pulled us this week. So now I'm wondering if I even want to hear you explain yourself before I punch your jaw shut.
Palmer, as used to threats from the talent as he is intrusions, takes it in stride. He's stone-faced as he responds.
Cannon: Yes, I pulled your show. Your program may be a hit among the bluest of blue collar degenerates driving to their shiftwork warehouse jobs in Milwaukee, but we're not prepared to syndicate such a crass, exploitative, disrespectful and dare I say raunchy segment on UWF television. If you want to continue broadcasting on our air, I'm going to have to ask you and uh... Mr. "Swoggle", is it?... to tone it down. A lot.
Kennedy: Eat my shorts, ya knee-jerk, lefty bigot. Get your baby-soft hands away from my First Amendment rights.
Cannon: Excuse me?
Kennedy: Why? Did you fart?
Kennedy sniffs the air.
Kennedy: Yep. It smells like you farted.
Palmer can't help but betray a blush, or maybe he's just getting angry now.
Cannon: See, it's that kind of childish disdain for authority that's going to hinder any hope you have of making your employment here a long-term deal, Ken. So again, I'll ask that in the future, you really think about what you're going to say before you say it.
Kennedy: Hmmm.... yeah... okay... or you could kiss my blonde ass, ya chesterfield-lookalike chump. I'm about to win Aztec Warfare, and when I'm the mother freakin' world champion you're gonna be bending over backwards to keep me happy. So keep that in mind before you open your big yap to tell me what should come out of mine? You wanna talk about consequences? You wanna make threats, huh hotshot? Well here's one for ya...
Never ever ever get on the wrong side of an Asshole. For all the obvious reasons.
Kennedy flips him double birds, glares right in his face a second longer, and then turns to storm out of the office. Cannon watches him go, shaking his head in disappointment. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Jericho!
The camera arrives on Jericho, who is already in the ring with everything all set up and ready to go for...
Chris Jericho: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to The Highlight Reel!!
Everybody says you should save the best for last, but that's overrated. I think the best should come first. That's why I'm out here at the beginning of the segment instead of the end. I have been contractually obligated to tell you my thoughts on Revolution and Aztec Warfare, so here goes nothing.
When I won against Adam Cole at Genesis, I expected an International Title shot. Obviously, I didn't get that. Instead, I got a shot at the reinstated UWF Championship, which I'm fine with. Conveniently, it's the same opportunity everyone else is getting. That sucks. The good news is I enter last. That's pretty helpful. I get to hang out in the back while everybody else kills each other. If Edge is the ultimate opportunist, then I must be dressing up as him for Boxing Day. I believ-. No. I know I will win. I guarantee the next time the Highlight Reel comes on, I will be holding the title because I'm just that good.
And about Revolution? Honestly, I miss NXT, but it was starting to get boring constantly beating the same guys over and over. I needed a shake-up of superstars. That's what I got. Now I have a fresh group of people to push me to the next level. Yes, I may have lost last week, but in the bigger picture, will anyone remember that ever?
That's all the time I have for today folks. Until next time, I'm Chris Jeric-.
Jericho stops for seemingly no reason, as if he forgot his lines or something.
Chris Jericho: Oh yeah. I forgot. I have a guest tonight.
The crowd explodes in excitement for there finally being a guest.
Chris Jericho: Did management not tell you? Man, they should be fired. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming to the stage the Intercontinental Champion Vampiro!!
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 and wears a somewhat restless expression on his painted face as he sees Jericho in the ring. Over his shoulder is his prize, the Intercontinental Championship. He makes his way down the entrance ramp and takes a moment, eyeing the first man to pin him since his return. He steps up the apron and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes, taking one last stare at Jericho before stalking around the ring. He looks at the chairs, the Jeri-Tron 5000, before taking the microphone from the chair in the ring, and takes a seat. He rests the Championship over his lap and begins to speak into the mic.
Vampiro: "Your ranting aside Chris, there's bit of a mistake with that introduction of yours. "Intercontinental Champion, and soon to be UWF Champion, Vampiro", is a bit more realistic. Don't'cha' think?"
The crowd boo with his cocky attitude, but he gives them the shoulder, rolling on with his words.
Vampiro: "You see, you should feel honoured that I've taken this time out of my schedule. That I, the Face of Fear, have come and decided to humour this little show of yours. From the tacky name, to the tacky host, it's all just a big joke to me. As I've gone on record before, you're a jester in my court yard. You prance around, calling yourself the best at what you do, and I stand above you on my throne, with championship gold and infammy on my side. So feel enlightened, that now you have some prestiege in the form of Vampiro, on your list of guests. Go on and ask your pointless questions, "man"."
He lowers the mic and leans back in his seat, the restless and somewhat annoyed look hasn't gone away.
Chris Jericho: Alright, first of all, you're the one that wanted to come out here for this very prestigious opportunity. This show is unlike any other in the UWF. You should be thankful. It's Thanksgiving in America after all. Anyway, the guys gave me a list of questions, but they didn't say anything about order so I'll just ask them all at once.
Jericho pulls out a paper with all of his questions.
Numero Uno: How do you feel about the change from NXT to Revolution?
Numero Dos: Do you think you have a good chance at winning in Aztec Warfare?
These are some dumb questions.
Numero Tres: How tough of an opponent will Sin Cara be in your Intercontinental Title defense?
Alright Scary Steve. The entire world is watching. What is your response?
Vampiro chuckles to himself, and looks up at Jericho. For a moment, he's ready to speak, but he lowers the microphone and stands up. Almost forehead to forehead is how close Vampiro steps up to microphone, and he stares Jericho down. Jericho returns this look, and Vampiro speaks with a serious frown.
Vampiro: "You know how this goes down Jericho. These questions are about as simple as the answer; they don't matter. It doesn't matter who challenges me for my belt, it doesn't matter that the show's changed, it doesn't even matter what my chances are at Rebellion in Aztec Warfare ll... because I'll surpass it all. And hell, I've gotta say, I surpass you in every way."
"You see, the difference between me and you is that I get the job done. I get results in. You can brag about how you pinned Vampiro this, or how you pinned Vampiro that, but at the end of the day, you're a problem I'll rectify. But what about you? What about what you can't get done? You can't finish a fight. Whether it was losing your shot as the G1 Winner, or dropping the ball on a constant weekly basis, you never got it."
Vampiro grins, and taps his chin, egging Jericho on to hit him. Jericho seems about ready to actually take him up on his offer, and Vampiro cackles at this.
"You know you want to hit me, you want to look like the guy who took the big bad Vampire down. But hell, if you can't even beat Kurt, Angle, what makes you think you can settle it with the Face of Fear itself?"
Jericho gives what looks like a combination of a glare and a blank stare.
Chris Jericho: Okay, smart aleck. Thanks for (twitch) answering my damn questions. And about what you said, I guess you forgot that I beat you weeks after...
Jericho twitches again. He starts pacing the ring, muttering to himself. Ringside mics pick up things like "Control yourself" and "Remember what they taught you". Jericho suddenly stops and looks at Vampiro. The champion smiles, knowing what's coming next.
For months now I've k-kept myself under c-control, but you come in and FUCK it all up! When Aztec Warfare rolls around, you better hope your ass is eliminated long before I get there! Hell, you better hope you're out of the Fucking building by the time my plane lands, because you've provoked me! This started out as a friendly c-conversation, but you've awoken my demons, so now, I'm going to make you pay for it!
Vampiro grins as he knows he's in Jericho's head, but Jericho isn't fazed by it. He's ready to explode. Before he can do anything however, Vampiro suddenly comes forward with his Intercontinental Championship and tries to blast Jericho with it! Y2J is able to duck out of the way and the two instead opt for a straight out brawl. Vampiro drops the IC title as the men enjoy a nice little hockey fight, neither one wanting to back down.
Mauro Ranallo: We've got a pier six brawl on our hands here tonight!
Corey Graves: I got 50 bucks on the freak in makeup!
Vampiro grabs Jericho's head with both hands and headbutts him right in the nose. A trickle a blood comes out and Jericho wipes it away. He smiles at Vampiro before grabbing him and returning the favor! Vampiro ends up being a little bit more shocked by this and so Jericho uses it to his advantage by jumping up and grabbing his face once more, hitting him with the Codebreaker! The crowd is going wild as Y2J stands back up and yells out "Come on baby!" to get them even more riled up.
Mauro Ranallo: Vampiro may have provoked the fight but at the end of the day it looks like he's the one regretting it.
Tom Phillips: With Chris Jericho being the final entrant in Aztec Warfare, could this be the last thing we see at Rebellion?
Jericho stands over the fallen Vampiro, soaking in the crowd as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
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