Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 1:52:24 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: Aztec Warfare is just around the corner but we've got some fantastic matches to go through first. Seth Rollins will take on Vampiro and our esteemed UWF Champion goes up against that asshole.
Mauro Ranallo: Mr. Kennedy for those who don't know who he's talking about. We also have newcomer Buddy Murphy taking on Marty Scurll plus Adam Cole looks to get revenge for Titus costing him the Triple Threat match two weeks ago.
Corey Graves: And in the main event, Sheamus will go one on one with Chris Jericho. That's sure to be a hell of a match.
Tom Phillips: I don't get to announce any matches?
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips, let's get Revolution started!
The arena darkens as the titantron blacks out. A familiar face of Marty Scurll appears on the screen. His signature theme is playing out slower than normally in the background.
Marty Scurll gives a smile into the camera and starts singing creepily.
Marty Scurll: “I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin… I’m ha-ppy again. I could only wish these days that that was true. The world full of misery and sorrow and despair. Nobody is truly happy. Look at where you are now, not specifically but generally. Is that the top of the world? Never had a problem? That’s what it feels like nowadays isn’t it? I mean wouldn’t it be great with a world with sunshine and rainbows, happiness and sweets. But there’s a problem with that isn’t there? You can’t have rainbows without a little rain. This is all a metaphor really, you can’t have the good things without the bad. You can’t take away your devils because that would hurt your angels. You can’t have a hero without a Villain. And you are looking at the Villain right now. I’ve suffered in the past for not knowing that balance you see. In my youth they called me “Party Marty”. I was clueless then of what I’d become. Clueless to what I could do. Clueless and vulnerable. So vulnerable that I believe all of that fairytale bullshit. “Everything will be alright in the end.” That’s what I told myself.”
Marty Scurll: “I didn’t want things to just be alright, I want to be extraordinary, I wanted to not be only known but remembered. So I changed. Nobody cared who I was before I put on the damn plague doctor mask. Or the fur coat. Or held that umbrella. I mean do I really need it. I’m one of the best, but nobody cares about that do they. They just care about unique characters. And that’s my problem with you. All of you. Looking at this screen. Just like my opponent tonight you have the mind of a very small animal. Vulnerable. Just like I was.”
The camera cuts off and the arena returns to normal lighting.
Michael Cole: My name is Michael Cole, ladies and gentlemen. In a few moments, I’m going to be interviewing the one and only Seth Rollins. Give me a second to make my way to his locker room, he has no idea that we’re coming.
Cole begins to walk down the hallway with the camera view following his every footsteps. Michael gets to a locker room, and begins to knock on the door. After a few moments, it’s becomes quite evident that no one is going to answer the door. Michael begins to shout from the other side. He still receives no answer. Cole turns and faces the camera and shrugs his shoulders and turns back around. He turns the knob to the locker room, and the door is open. Cole fully turns the knob and allows himself to enter the room.
Michael Cole: Seth! There you are!
Seth Rollins is sitting down taping up his wrists. He looks up in utter disgust at Cole.
Seth: Yo, what the fuck are you doing in here?
Michael Cole: I was coming to do an interview with you.
Seth: I’m not interested, so get out.
Michael Cole: But Seth, the world wants to know what’s on your mind? How do you feel about the upcoming match with Vampiro?
Seth: Get out of my locker room Cole.
Michael Cole: How do you feel about him calling you an architect that is struggling with designing his own comeback?
At that moment, Seth Rollins snaps. He gets up and spears Cole into the ground. He pummels him with a few lefts and rights until bloods appears on Seth’s knuckles. Seth grabs the microphone and jabs it into Coles face a few times, until Cole stops moving. Seth then gets up and stares menacingly into the camera.
Seth: I don’t need a mediocre announcer to ask me bullshit ass questions. I don’t need that. Nor do I need a man that pays people to dress his face up in paint every week like a fuckin circus act to question my ambition and my wins here. My name is Seth freaking Rollins. I am the highlight of the night, every night. Not that idiot that wears a light up scarf, but me. Not the moron that has been repeating himself every week for the past year, but me. And certainly not that lackluster lowlife of a champion that we have on this show, the only highlight in this company is me. Vampiro is high off of the smell of his own bullshit if he thinks I’m going to cave in to him and allow him to get into my mind and throw me off of my game. I hope you spend just a little more time praying and talking to your demons about how you’re going to deal with me. Spoiler alert: You won’t be able to. Not tonight, not at Rebellion in Aztec Warfare, and probably not any time after that. I said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s only a matter of time before I rise to the top, I speak things into existence. What I want I get, and it’s only a matter of time before the wheels on this fucking truck get too spinning and that is going to be bad news for you Vampy, and everyone else in the UWF who wants to dare try and stop me.
The camera goes backstage where Marty Scurll is in Gorilla and EC3 walks up to him.
EC3: Marty. I've got to say you've been really impressing me these past few weeks. I was actually going to give you a Television Championship shot at Zack Ryder next week but I didn't expect Dalton Castle to beat him. I know you beat Dalton a few weeks back and I think that means you definitely deserve a title shot. So at Rebellion you're double booked, fighting for two Championships. Good luck out there.
EC3 walks away as Scurll gets a smile on his face.
We go ringside too where a ref, Tony Chimel, and the debuting Murphy stand in the ring. The crowd are hyped up for the arrival of the Aussie born superstar.
Tony Chimel: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, he is "The Best Kept Secret", Murphy!"
The crowd appauled Murphy, he gives a sly and cocky smirk to the audience, looking ready to live up to the nickname of his.
“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 begins to take off his jacket as his music fades.
VS. 
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell sounds, the debuting Murphy wastes little time to get attention. As Marty turns around from getting his jacket done, Murphy spears him into the corner with a shoulder thrust! Marty is stunned as Murphy is on the attack, and the ref begins to count.
Corey Gravesp: "As we're getting under way, I've gotta admit to you guys I had my doubts about this Murphy guy, but he's a man after my own heart with this assault."
Maruo Ranallo: "You could say he's not looking to make any "Buddys" here in Revolution!"
Tom Phillips: "I'm not even going to say it."
Murphy grabs Marty by the arm and throws him with authority with an irish whip and runs after him. Marty is about to go torst first into the turnbuckle, but with his cat-like agility floats over using the ropes and lands on the apron. Murphy indirectly takes Marty's place, being the one to hit the ropes. Marty laughs and yells "You're dead!" and goes for a superkick! But no! Murphy catches the leg and gives Marty a death stare. Marty's barely hopping on one foot, and Murphy shoves Marty, still holding onto the leg. He drapes the back of the knee on the top rope and is hanging Marty, who are now screaming for the ref to get him off! Murphy holds on with a leg lock and the ref is counting for him to hop off.
Corey Gravesp: "Unique submission from Murphy here, from what I can tell he isn't quite the specalist in that department, but this'll hurt any man."
Murphy lets go, letting Marty drop down onto the apron, clutching his knee now as Murphy raises his arms in celebration with the crowd. The ref checks on Marty and warns Murphy of the rope count. Marty uses the ropes to pull himself up. After Murphy and ref trade some words, Murphy lets the ref win the dispute and he reaches over for Marty, only to be met with a poke to the eye! Murphy holds it in pain and begins rubbing it, while the Villian takes advantage and slips into the ring. He spreads his arms and yells "Chickenwing!" and grabs a hold of the arm and wraps an arm around Murphy's throat, jumping on his back and looking for him to fall backward. However, with all of his strength, Murphy kneels down, keeping tall and standing! The Villian tries going backward, yelling for Murphy to fall, but the Best Kept Secret is having none of it. He uses his momentum to push backward, causing Marty to land into the turnbuckle back first, Murphy backs away rubbing his eye one last time. He runs for Marty, but Marty gets his knees up to knock Murphy away. He's on the middle rope now and flicks his hand off the bottom of his chin with a crude gesture, and jumps, but with all his might Murphy slams him down hard with a one handed spine buster. Marty is dazed and has his legs up, so Murphy kneels down, grabs him in a power bomb lock and lets out a yell as he picks up Marty slowly.
Tom Phillips: "Oh-oh-oh man, look at the power of Buddy Murphy! He might've been called the Best Kept Secret for a reason!"
Murphy has Marty up now, and with a yell Murphy turns away from the turnbuckle and smashes Marty down to the mat with a sit out powerbomb! He goes for the cover hooking the legs!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Scrull kicks out, having a wild look on his face from shock. Murphy flicks his hair out of his face as he stands up, and picks up Marty looking for a suplex. He lifts the Villian up and holds him up, but Marty manages to escape, dropping down behind Buddy. As Murphy turns around, Scrull looks to go for another superkick! Murphy puts his arms up over his head to block it. Marty holds back, yells "Just Kidding!" and hits the superkick on to the knee, and combos it into one hitting the face of Murphy! He's not finished, as Murphy is dazed, Marty takes a hold of him by the head and lifts him up with him under his arm in a DDT position. With a sweep of the leg, Marty comes down with Murphy's head to plant him. The villian is still in shock, and in discomfort, from that powerbomb. He stands up and looks down the Best Kept Secret, before laying out his arm with both hands, and beginning to drop the knee down. Murphy screams in pain, trying to edge to the ropes, but Marty pulls him back with a hardy laugh, going right back to the arm. He finishes the last knee off and stands up, he grabs a hold of the arm he just beat on, takes a finger and "shh"s the crowd. Murphy pleads for Marty to stop, but The Villian shakes his head viciously.
Tom Phillips: "Oh no, Marty's going to break the debuting Murphy's finger, this is never easy to watch."
Marty screams "It's over!" and attempts to break the finger, but no! Murphy at the last minute sweeps the leg of Marty, taking him down. The two are on the ground for a bit but they quickly recover. Murphy goes to strike Marty, but Marty ducks, takes the fist Murphy threw, and locks in the Chickenwing while screaming it! He falls over immeadetly, but the momentum acciedentally knocks Murphy on top of Scrull, who still has the hold in with his shoulder down! The ref counts!
Corey Graves: "No way, Marty your shoulders! Your shoulders!"
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Marty eventually lets go of the hold, thinking Murphy tapped out. He raises his hands in victory and demands the ref to hold up his arm, but instead the ref goes over to a shock yet cocky Murphy, and raises his hand instead!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, "The Best Kept Secret", Murphy!"
Marty is bewildered and runs for Murphy, but the Best Kept Secret rolls out as his music plays, raising his arms in victory. Marty kicks the turnbuckle post and sits down, running his hands through his hair in frustration as Murphy celebrates.
Maruo Ranallo: "And in his first ever match here in Revolution, the Best Kept Secret indeed created some buzz tonight with that performence. It seems the Villan underestimated him. The stage could be set for this up and comer."
Murphy walks up the entrance in celebration before the camera cuts to somewhere else.
: "I smell something... something apparent on this night, what I smell... is fear."It doesn't take much to the imagination to puzzle who's voice this is, as we're in a dark, grim, and downright disturibing graveyard. Creeping up behind an unmarked tomb is the Hellbat, The Dark Angle, the Monster, but most imporatenly, the Intercontinental Champion; Vampiro. With a sick, twisted, and delighted grin on his painted face, the camera barely picks him up.
Vampiro: "Tonight, Seth Rollins, the Man, steps up to the plate to face Vampiro... the Monster, Freak, whatever term you choose to use, it's all the same. It all goes full circle, into me being the one with all the power. Rollins- you talk the hero's talk, but like everyone else, you talk, too, much. That could all change, and I smell something brewing inside you, an anger, a hatred for me. Use it, abuse it, take that anger and show it too me. Because you will be consumed if your change is not tonight. You will be nothing more than a statistic of victims of mine."
Vampiro: "I felt that blood of yours coursing through your veins last week when I watched you take on Sheamus. That scream of yours, that is the aggression that has been pent for oh so long, and finally, tonight's the night you either put it too good use, or make it your own noose. If you can't win tonight, than what's that say about your chances at Rebellion, huh? "Seth Rollins lost it" is what the newspapers will say. The school kids will be terrified that their hero, was eaten alive out there by the big bad Vampire. Heh... that ain't wrong. Get your five minutes of fame in Seth, because tonight, I'm taking you for a ride, straight down to hell."
Vampiro for the first time in quiet some while, uses his thumb too give a cut throat gesture, giving the thumbs down with a cackle and aggresive shake of the head, as the camera buzzes out too the next segment on Revolution.
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.
Swoggle: And boy are we happy to be back on the air. Folks, we have to apologize - something we NEVER do - for missing last week's Revolution. Unfortunately, UWF's resident nerdburger busybody Palmer Cannon pulled our segment. Apparently there was some kind of issue with the radio waves getting sent out vibrating the stick that he's has shoved up his a** for years now. As you can imagine, the discomfort was unbearable for him because, ya know, he's soft as baby caca. But fear not, we're back now and while we've received a lengthy email detailing all the things we're not allowed to talk about and words we're not allowed to say, we've just decided yo print that out and use it for spare sh*t tickets.
Kennedy: We're nothing if not industrious.
Swoggle: You've got that right, Ken.
Kennedy: So, what's on the docket today?
Swoggle: Well it just so happens that I've got a little surprise for ya buddy!
Swoggle taps the sound effect button.
Kennedy: Oh! Must be my lucky day. What is it? What do ya got for me?
Swoggle: Okay, so you're facing Dolph Ziggler tonight in a non-title match, right?
Kennedy: Yeah....
Swoggle: I know you're pretty bummed out that even though you're gonna kick his a** all over the building, you can't take any gold home. And I know you've been pretty vocal about what a joke this guy is, too.
Kennedy: Yep, that's right. I mean, what can I say about Dolph except that he is a total, unequivocal, indisputable...
Kennedy lets the sound effect button take it from there.
Swoggle: Exactly. Anyway, I wanted to get him for an interview, but he's busy in his private locker room with his pre-match routine - which, I've heard, he picked up from that albino monk in the Da Vinci Code. But in lieu of booking the champ for our show, I got his mom.
Kennedy: His mother? Mrs. Ziggler?
Swoggle: The one and only. She's one line 2 right now.
Kennedy: Well put her through! Let's do this!
Swoggle sets up the phone line to come through. On the other end is indeed Dolph Ziggler's mom. Probably. I mean, it sounds like it could be her.
Mrs. Ziggler: Hello?
Kennedy: Hey uh... hi, Mrs. Ziggler? Mr. Kennedy here.
Mrs. Ziggler: Please, call me Dolphina.
Kennedy: Then you can please call me Ken.
Swoggle: Call me whatever you want, as long as you call me a cab the next morning too.
Kennedy: So wait... Dolphina? That's your name? So Dolph is named after you?
Mrs. Ziggler: Yes. I never new Dolph's father. Back then I was still turning tricks. There's really a hundred different people it could be. I think that's one of the reasons Dolph has such an attention-fetish. You know, with the whole "show-off" thing. I always tell him he should be happy with who he is deep down, but I guess he knows that I really know there isn't much there, either.
Kennedy: Wow, yeah, that's some good insight.
Mrs. Ziggler: I do know him better than anybody. You know, I've been telling him that he should be more like you Ken - a straight shooter. All he ever does is whine and complain - that is when he's not bragging. I say to him, I say "Dolph, if you're so special, why do need to try so hard to convince people that you are?" It just makes no sense. Did you know he wet the bed until he was fifteen? I can't even tell you how many packs of adult diapers he used to go through.
Swoggle: Sheesh, talk about T.M.I.
Kennedy: No, this is good stuff. So uh, we're really pressed for time here, but if I could just ask you one more quick question, that'd be great.
Mrs. Ziggler: Certainly. Anything for you, Ken.
Kennedy: Okay, well, I don't mean to be too forward or anything, but Dolph is like... the dumbest looking person I've ever seen. Ever. It's not just the fashion sense, it's his face in general. He just looks like every vapid thought that rattles around his brain is as meaningless as the one before it. His vaguely-proud, vaguely-vacant jock boy smirk kinda suggests that he's about as clever as a dufflebag full of stanky hockey pads, and his haircut is borderline sex offender. On top of all that, he's a hack in the ring. Seriously, the dude's a four posing as a ten and frankly, its embarrassing. My question is that genetic?
Mrs. Ziggler: Why yes, I don't mind telling you that I'm an ugly, untalented moron too. Dolph gets it all - which isn't much, dear - from his mother.
Kennedy: Now that's interesting. Thanks for much for coming on the show Dolphina. You've been great, and it's been a treat getting to know so much more about Dolph from you. I'm really looking forward to our match tonight.
Mrs. Ziggler: Normally Dolph flies home on his days off so I can pack his lunches and give him his weekly spanking, but he's a little behind, so I'll just have to let you take care of that part for me.
Swoggle: What the fu --
Kennedy: Uhhhhh.... yeah.... I'll be sure to....uh... well that's all the time we have folks. Thanks for tuning in to ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5 on Revolution. Don't touch that dial - I'm about to beat up the champ. You're note gonna want to miss it.
The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.
As we cut away from the previous segment, in the ring is Tony Chimel, ready for action.
Tony Chimel: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first already in the ring, making his in-ring return, Titus O' Neil!"
Titus does his signature bark, raising his hands much to the delight of the crowd, with Sin Cara on the outside. Sin Cara's repping a Reebok shirt, he comes to a near cameraman and takes the camera, pointing it to his shirt to show his pride. Titus gives a thumbs up and a billion dollar smile as Cara points it too him.
"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.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
As the bell rings, Titus O' Neil looks ready. Cole has a bored look on his face, obviously unimpressed. The two meet up and look as if they're ready to lock up, but Sin Cara is quick to jump onto the apron with a folded shirt on his arm. Titus looks over in confusion, as does Cole. It takes Sin Cara a moment to fumble around with the shirt, but he reveals soon that yes, it is indeed another Reebok shirt. Sin Cara begins using sign language directed at Cole, and the Panama City Playboy is amused by this. Titus nods and claps his client's idea, and takes the shirt, handing it to Cole.
Corey Graves: "Oh brother, please tell me we're not losing Cole to these nimrods."
Cole smirks looking at the two, then the crowd, who are eating this up. He puts on the shirt with a nod and looks pretty dang swell in it. Sin Cara and Titus clap, and Titus next reaction was perhaps a mistake. He takes his finger and pokes the chest of Cole. Adam stares at Titus in confusion, and Titus looks stern. He once again pokes the chest, telling Adam to go down. The crowd look at this and gasp a bit, as the might Finger Poke of Doom has just been laid out. Titus tells Cole that was the deal, and Adam's game. He nods his head, and kneels down every so slightly, but suddenly springs up to crack Titus in the face with a slap! Sin Cara holds his head in diservice shaking his head as he hops down, and Adam is on the attack, punch after punch to the stomach while still wearing the Reebok shirt. He whips Titus, but Titus reverses it with an irish whip of his own. Adam rebounds against the ropes and gets Titus with a big elbow. The big man's still up, but staggering. Cole runs once again to the ropes and after Titus, but he's flattened as Titus nails a big boot. Cole's stunned, but he's picked up, and Titus lifts him in a craddle position, walking forwards a bit before falling backwards with a fallaway slam. He goes for the cover.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Cole gets the shoulder up, and the Titus Brand looks to be on fire, once again taunting Cole with bark. He picks up Adam and drags him over to the rope. He steps back and looks for a big boot to get Cole out, but Cole sidesteps him, leaving Titus to dry on the rope. Before he can get back in, Cole quickly uses a gun hand gesture in his direction, and SMACK! Cracks the side of his head with a superkick! Titus falls over on the outside with a thud near the apron. Cole grins and tells the ref to start counting out Titus. But Titus, in his dizzy state, rolls himself under the ring. Cole looks at this and is stern. He points at Sin Cara to get him out, But Sin just shrugs at Cole, giving sign language that he doesn't understand what Cole's saying. The referee doesn't start the count and is confused, as he technically is within the ring. Cole and the two bicker for a bit, and after ten or so seconds, out from the ring emerges not Titus, but:
Pancake Patterson! The presumed uncle of Titus O' Neil! The crowd pop huge and Cole looks on in utter disbelief of Titus' antics. Patterson runs into the ring and starts laying into Cole with right hooks!
Corey Graves: "B-but! How? That's got to be a DQ ref! Wearing something like that afro alone shouldn't be allowed in a Professional Wrestling match!"
This firey comeback gets Patterson in the groove, and in Hogan fashion, he body slams Cole down and goes over to the ropes, pointing at his nephew's client, Sin Cara in tribute. Patterson is wobbly on the top rope now, as he can barely stand on it without shaking. He measures up Cole, and jumps forward, looking for a Swanton Bomb! But no! Cole moves out of the way at the last second, and Patterson is in all kinds of pain as he jumps up and down on the ground. He tries to get up, but Cole stops him with a superkick that's so heard, the glasses of Patterson break, and the afro almost came off! But Patterson is completely out of it! Cole hooks the leg!
...1!
...2!
...3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, the Panama City Playboy, Adam, Cole!"
Cole stands up and takes off the Reebok shirt, looking on as Sin Cara steps over to check on Patterson. He lays the shirt out, tells Sin Cara too look on, and drops a huge elbow drop on the shirt! The crowd is nuts with heat as Sin Cara runs over to get Cole, but Cole ducks out with a laugh, as now his main attention his the Reebok shirt. We turn away from this bitter, sad scene as Cole walks off in victory.
As UWF continues, the title card flashes across the screen to show an image of the backstage floor. A small icon in the bottom right indicates it was recorded earlier in the night, as we cut to the boot of Sheamus being laced up, before it zooms out to show him fully, sitting and looking towards the camera.
Sheamus: Some people have been wondering something about me, so I'm not gonna waste any time here with pleasantries or introducing myself again. If you don't know who I am, that's your problem, fella. Laoch. You know what that means? I got it written across me trunks here, so it must be important to me, right? You'd be more than right if you thought that. Laoch's an old Irish gaelic word, means Warrior. I know some people out there, Jericho included, don't seem to think any of the words in gaelic that mean something to me are all that important, but let me explain why I got it there.
Sheamus properly sits up now, motioning to his trunks which read 'Laoch' across them before he leans forward, staring firmly towards the camera.
Sheamus:A lot of people don't seem to get that this is who I am. I ain't a gimmick, and I'm certainly not just a nickname. Being a warrior is how I live my life. Old Chris thinks that warriors are some ancient thing, that they died thousands of years ago. And maybe where he's from, they have. But not me, not where I'm from. Being a warrior is a way of life, it's a way that you have to take if you want to get to your very best. A warrior pushes his limits, he looks for the fights that'll challenge and test him, the opponents who'll be able to beat him down so he has to get stronger, better and faster to give them one back. Being a warrior's about self-improvement, it's about adapting and improving in everything you do in life.
Sheamus seems to consider an example, stroking his beard for a moment as he stands up and moves to another area of the locker room, using a bench to steady his foot so as to lace up his other boot while he talks.
Sheamus: When I work out, I don't walk on a treadmill every week, doing the same-old, same-old. I mix it up, I challenge myself. I do High Intensity Interval training, burpees, aerobics, things that I hate doing, because I know that if I let myself get complacent, I won't just be losing in that ring, I'll be losing in life. Nobody would think less of me than myself if that was the situation I'm in. That's why I was so pleased to have this match. But how do you prepare for a fella like Jericho, anyway? He's fast, smart, strong for his size too. Well, I'm a big man, I can outpower him, but he knows that too. I've been working on aerobics, stamina, explosive agility. I have to be able to catch the wily little bastard if I want to have any hope of putting the hurt on him. Speaking of which, I got more training to do, so get outta here. When you watch the show, you make sure not to skip the main event.
Sheamus motions for the cameraman to leave, which he does, turning and walking out through the door as we hear Sheamus beginning his exercises while the screen fades to black, moving on to the next segment.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the sight of an extensive gym with a variety of weight-lifting and cardiovascular equipment. In the background, the lens of the camera can barely make out the chiseled appearance of Cesaro, sitting down and pulling on a rowing machine. Meanwhile, Renee Young has emerged from the side of the camera with a microphone in hand, and so she speaks—
Renee Young: “Good evening, everybody! This is Renee Young here, and with Aztec Warfare on the horizon of things, I’ve managed to schedule an interview with none other than the Swiss Superman himself, Cesaro.”
Renee Young hurdles further back through the gym, as she approaches Cesaro who appears to have just finished with his set of rowing. Cesaro gets off the rowing machine and stands up, and looks up to the camera, waving to it, as Renee continues to speak—
Renee Young: “Cesaro – first of all – how’s it going? How are you feeling about your win over Bobby Roode last week, and how are you feeling now?”
Cesaro: “Simply put Renee, I feel great. I feel like I’ve proven what I’m capable of in that ring, and I’ve proven that with a win over Bobby Roode, who is a formal two-time Universal Champion, and who literally just beat both the UWF Champion and the Intercontinental Champion two weeks in a row. Renee, I was on a miniature streak of losing. For someone of my strengths and capabilities, that’s not a good sign. In the triple threat, I got tripped up. In the match with Kennedy, I got cheated out. But, Renee, after that, I drew the line. I said enough, was enough. I said that I was done giving people chances around here. I said that I was done giving anyone any benefit of the doubt like a better wrestler should. And, look what happened? Bobby Roode had all the momentum in the world, while I was riding next to none. Yet, I still beat him.”
Cesaro: “There’s an old saying that you can’t keep a good man down, and I’m exactly that good man this place deserves. I’m strong, nimble, intelligent – and on top of all of that, I’ve a characteristic that I’ve only seen a mere glimmer of in some of the other guys here, and that characteristic is heart. I have determination, I have resolve. I have standards to meet, Renee, and win or lose, I always meet those standards. I stand for what this sport ought to be, and I look good doing it too. You see guys like Lance Storm, Mike Sanders, Harry Smith – they’re a bit like me in terms of style I suppose, but they don’t bring the level of excitement that I do. I’m the game changer, Renee. I’m the wildcard, because with my superior strength and speed, anything, is possible with me inside that ring.”
Cesaro stares into the lens of the camera, as Renee continues with the interview.
Renee Young: “I couldn’t agree more, Cesaro. Speaking of changing the game, with the International Championship on the line, what are your thoughts headed into Aztec Warfare at Rebellion?”
Cesaro: “I’ve talked a bit about this before, Renee. I talked a lot about Swiss Neutrality that’s existed since 1814, with the official defeat of Emperor Napoleon at the Treaty of Paris. I talked about how it’s the oldest military neutrality policy in the entire world. Think about that. That treaty’s been around since a few decades short of the formation of the United States. But, I admitted to something to something Renee, and do you remember what that was?”
Renee quickly flips through her notes, but is alas futile, as she confesses.
Renee Young: “I… uh… I’m afraid not, no.”
Cesaro raises a hand to Renee in assurance, nonverbally saying that it's fine.
Cesaro: “I admitted, that for one night only, that I’d have to take that ancient military treat’s name in vain, Renee. I have to break that ancient truce that was sworn at the Treaty of Paris in 1814. The idea of Swiss Neutrality is deeply entrenched in Switzerland’s national pride. But, in order to prove my worth, I must not only break that treaty – I must shatter it. I must win Aztec Warfare. There is no other option. If I’m going to shatter an idea as old as Swiss Neutrality, I’ve to make it all worth it – and nothing’s more worth it than the UWF Championship herself. I have just beaten Bobby Roode, and he just pinned Dolph Ziggler three weeks ago, one-two-three. The tables have turned, Renee. Now I have all the momentum in the world. Now, I’m the one that’s in control. So, to everyone at home in Switzerland – just remember – that I’ll make the end justify the means.”
And with that, the camera fades to black, as Revolution rolls on.
The lights go completely dark in the arena and everything gets silent for a few long and intense moments. Bright flashing lights ranging from an assortment of Red, Blue, Green, and Yellow begin to flash all throughout the arena. After a few moments the lights stop and pyro then explodes from all around the titan tron and from all four posts in the ring.
The fans all stand on their feet and begin to cheer as loud as their lungs enable them too. The song can playing throughout the arena and the symbol on the titan Tron can only mean one thing: The Architect is on the arrival and is about to enter the building. After a few raucous moments, the One and Only Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains and is met with an even louder ovation then before. Seth walks out in his own signature apparel and is all smiles as he slowly and methodically makes his way down the ramp. He finishes his route down the ramp and simply looks around at the crowd, eating up the electrifying and thundering ovation from them. He gives a random fan a high five and a quick autograph on a sign before making his way up the ramp. Seth climbs up to the second rope on the outside of the ring and throws his two fists in the air as the fan continue to cheer in support of him.
Tony Chimel: “ Standing at 6 foot 1 inches, Weighing in at 220 lbs, and hailing from Buffalo, Iowa, he is The Architect: Seth Rollins!!!”
An assortment of red and green lights begin to fill the arena as a slow and ambient assortment of instruments begin to play, causing a swarm of hate from the audience. Within 20 some seconds of the track, the eruption of an aggressive voice hits-
"FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN!"
This signals one of Disturbed's well-known tracks, conveniently named, Fear. The grunts and heavy instruments echo through the building as out from the back curtain steps the self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", Vampiro. He has a slow stagger in his walk, expressionless is his painted face, while he wears the Intercontinental Championship proud around his waist.
He ignores the crowd's reception of him and continues on down the entrance ramp with a slow pace, staring at the ring with his dull eyes.
Tony Chimel: "From Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion and self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", The Dark Angel, Vampiro!"
Vampiro unhooks his championship from his waist as he steps onto the apron, clutching it in one hand as he climbs the post. With one foot high on the top turnbuckle, Vampiro raises the Intercontinental Championship up high, garnering a loud boo from the audience. This time, a slight grin creases it's way into the side of Vampiro's mouth, showing he somewhat enjoys this negativity being thrown at him.
He hops down from the post and is meet at the side of the ring by the stage crew, who offer to take the belt from Vampiro. He glares at the member for a moment and slowly hands the belt over with an icy cold stare. He removes his jacket and tosses it to the side before pacing himself in a corner in preparation.
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and Rollins charges in at Vampiro, driving him hard into the corner before unloading a flurry of kicks and punches. Vampiro eats the entire onslaught before Rollins throws him hard into the opposite corner and follows up with a corner splash! As Rollins pulls away, he leads Vampiro out and drops him face-first with a DDT. As Seth stands back up, the fans cheer for him; this puts a smile on the face of Kurt Angle's protege.
Tom Phillips: Seth Rollins has come out swinging here in the early going and he already has the Intercontinental Champion down.
Corey Graves: His offence was dirty. He sucker punched Vampiro!
Mauro Ranallo: Well, I'm not sure I agree with that, Corey, but one thing is certainly clear: Seth Rollins is a man without fear right now.
Rollins grabs Vampiro by the hair and pulls him to his feet, then throws him back into the corner. Seth follows him in and climbs up on the turnbuckle, then brandishes his fist and brings it down hard on Vampiro's skull. The fans count each punch and hit ten before Rollins climbs back down, stepping away for a moment. Rollins then comes charging back in, but as he does, Vampiro throws out an elbow that catches him on the jaw! Rollins is staggered and the Dark Angel moves quickly, grabbing him in a belly to belly clutch and then suplexing him into the corner! Rollins lands awkwardly on his shoulders, his weight weighing down on him as the fans erupt in boos and Vampiro gets back to his feet.
Corey Graves: And with two maneuvers, Vampiro turns things around here. Never underestimate the New Face of Fear.
Tom Phillips: You should probably never underestimate any opponent in that wrestling ring but, yes, Vampiro is a dangerous man.
Vampiro heads over to Rollins and, using the rope for leverage, stomps viciously and repeatedly on Rollins' right shoulder. Rollins cries out under the impact of each successive blow until Vampiro decides to silence him by choking him with his boot! Vampiro applies more pressure to the hold by bearing down his weight and the official starts a count, so the Dark Angel breaks off after a few seconds, leaving Rollins to gasp for air as he rolls out of the corner and onto his side. Vampiro paces the ring and then charges his downed opponent and leaps, going for a running knee drop, however Rollins rolls out of harm's way -- and the ring -- to try and recover on the outside and Vampiro whiffs, connecting with his knee hard on the canvas. Rollins, leaning on a barricade and trying to catch his breath, has no chance of capitalizing on his wounded foe.
Mauro Ranallo: The Intercontinental Champion may have just gotten a little closer to the apron than he intended, gentlemen.
While Rollins continues to rest up on the barricade, Vampiro recovers enough to move closer to the ropes, and the New Face of Fear glares out as his opponent before making the throat-slit gesture. Vampiro then grabs the ropes and throws himself over them in a crazy high-risk plancha as a front-row fan screams "LOOK OUT, SETH!" Rollins hears the warning and bails to the side just soon enough and Vampiro crashes and burns into the barricade, buying the Architect some more precious seconds to finally get his shit together. At that point, Rollins grabs Vampiro by the back of the head and smacks his face off the barricade several times before leaning him against the apron of the ring and unloading with repeating body shots from his left and right fists. Finally, Rollins kicks Vampiro in the gut and then spins him around and throws him back into the ring before sliding in and hooking the leg!
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...NO!
Tom Phillips: Vampiro kicks out at two.
Corey Graves: Everyone and their grandmother knew that pinfall wasn't going for the full three. No way Vampiro is staying down from a few punches.
Rollins gets to his feet and then leans in to Vampiro and shouts, "Come on, you painted-face freak! You think I'm afraid of you, huh?" The Architect then hauls Vampiro to his feet and locks him into a side headlock as the fans buzz, pleased to see Vampiro getting his comeuppance. Rollins is really torquing the hold — that is, until Vampiro gets a hand around his waist and leads him to the ropes, then breaks three and throws Rollins into the ropes opposite. Vampiro steps toward Rollins and doubles over for a back body drop, but as he gets close Rollins skids to a halt and kicks Vampiro square in the chest! Vampiro shoots up clutching his chest and Rollins connects straight to the side of his dome with an enzuigiri! Vampiro goes down as the fans pop for the maneuver and Rollins gets back to his feet, then heads for the corner!
Mauro Ranallo: We must be in New York because Rollins is heading to the high rent district!
Tom Phillips: *audibly groans*
Rollins gets to the top and looks down on Vampiro, then leaps off looking for the frog splash! As he gets air, however, Vampiro's knees go up and Rollins crashes and burns on them! Vampiro stays lying on the canvas as Rollins flops off of him and simply laughs aloud as the fans boo the ever-loving shit out of him, then he gets to his feet slowly and washes Rollins' face with his boot as a show of ultimate disrespect before shouting, "FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN, SETH!" This draws even more heat from the crowd as Vampiro doubles over and pulls Rollins to his feet, then sends him into the corner. Vampiro charges in, but as he does, Seth gets a boot up and connects with his jaw! Vampiro stumbles backward and then comes forward again, but this time he gets an elbow to the face that sends him staggering and flopping down to one knee. Rollins spies this and gets hyped up as he charges in looking for the curb stomp, but Vampiro has that scouted and launches up to connect with an ugly uppercut that catches Rollins square on the chin and sends him crashing back hard into the corner! Rollins is clearly seeing stars as Vampiro moves in and hits a few shoulder thrusts, then uses his body's position under Rollins' right arm to lift Rollins and sit him up on the top rope.
Corey Graves: Seth Rollins continuously underestimated Vampiro and now he's going to be shown the definition of terror here tonight.
Tom Phillips: Why do I have a feeling this one's going to be painful to watch?
Vampiro then climbs up in front of Rollins and starts cold-cocking him with closed fists to the top of the skull. The blows just further daze Rollins and the official issues a warning to Vampiro, who glares at him with murderous eyes before shrugging and shouting, "Fine then!" Vampiro then turns to face Rollins, lifts him to a standing position on the top rope, pulls him into a belly-to-belly clutch and superplexes him straight off the top! Rollins hits the canvas with a loud thud and the ring rumbles as the fans boo. Vampiro goes for the cover.
Mauro Ranallo: They call those superplexes but I'm sure Seth Rollins isn't thinking that was all that super right now.
Corey Graves: I've been on the receiving end of one of those before; Seth would be lucky if he's feeling anything right now except pain.
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2...
...NO!
Somehow, perhaps on instinct or maybe by some other score, Rollins gets his shoulder off the canvas. Vampiro audibly growls and mean-mugs a nearby camera as the fans pop huge for the Architect, but Vampiro snuffs out all hope they may have as he just mounts Rollins and starts pummeling him with the ugliest series of blows to the head and face imaginable. The official orders Vampiro to break it off, so the Dark Angel grabs Rollins' hair on either side of his head and just starts slamming his skull into the canvas! The assault is vicious and the official finally gives up on words as he tries to physically haul Vampiro off, but the Intercontinental Champion is seeing red and out for blood as he shoves the referee away and continues the onslaught. Finally, exasperated and with no other option, the official calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner by disqualification,
SETH ROLLINS!
Tom Phillips: Vampiro is not letting up on this savage assault!
Corey Graves: He's sending a clear message here to anyone who would try to challenge his position, Tom.
Mauro Ranallo: Yeah, and that message is, "I'm nuts!"
Seth may be the victor, but as has been observed in similar outcomes, he hardly looks it as Vampiro continues his savage assault, stomping on Rollins' leg repeatedly until suddenly...
Tom Phillips: Sin Cara is coming to save the day!
Corey Graves: Him and what army?
...from the back, the masked sensation Sin Cara comes charging down the ramp at full tilt and leaps straight into the ring, rolling to a standing position. Vampiro turns to face him but Cara simply charges and leaps, landing in hurricanrana position on Vampiro's shoulders! The luchador executes the move, sending Vampiro spilling to the outside. The Face of Fear is quick to recover but already Cara is tending to Rollins to his feet while keeping an eye on the Dark Angel, and soon security and medical personnel are rushing from the back to help. Vampiro simply smirks and heads up the ramp, leaving staff to sort out the chaos as the feed moves on.
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Chris Jericho: Welcome to Talk Is Jericho, the pod of thunder and rock 'n' roll. I am the one and only Chris Jericho, previewing the upcoming Rebellion pay-per-view, as well as talking about what's going on in the company. But first, I have a guest. Last week on Twitter, I set up a poll on what theme this episode should be, and there was an overwhelming response for this specific theme, so here it is: Talk Is Jericho, Broken Jaw Edition.
Please join me in welcoming my guest, the star of the new Baywatch among other things, Zac Efron.
Zac Efron: What's happening, Chris?
CJ: First of all, how was it living with a broken jaw a few years ago? What was it like? Did you enjoy it? Hate it? What?
ZE: To be honest, it sucked. I had to eat liquid foods for about 6 weeks. I hated it.
CJ: So, Baywatch. You worked alongside The Rock, which is cool, but have you ever thought about a match, maybe at WrestleMania?
ZE: Not really. I'm not that into wrestling.
CJ: That's a shame. Y'know, I beat both Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock on the same night to become the first ever Undisputed Champion. I could give you some tips on how to beat him.
ZE: I'll, uh, have to take a pass on that.
CJ: Anyway, back to the broken jaw thing. We're you able to drink alcohol during that time?
ZE: Are you going to do anything with this information?
CJ: At all? Yes. Anything actually useful? Nope.
ZE: Are we gonna talk about something else now?
CJ: Nope. The fans wanted Talk Is Jericho, Broken Jaw Edition. That's what they're getting.
ZE: My agent promised me a jet for this. It's not worth it. I'm outta here.
CJ: Fine. You're gonna miss the best part.
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Here are my official predictions for UWF Rebellion going Live on Sunday, December 10th, 2017.
Act Two, Scene One: The Card
Scary Steve (c) v. Botchamania
Ziggy Stardust (c) v. Literally Everybody
Act Two, Scene Two: The Picks
Vampiro sneaks away with the title.
Somebody really good *cough cough Chris Jericho* wins Aztec Warfare.
Act Three: Rant of the Week
"Hey Chris, if you're so great, why are you losing so much and why haven't you pinned anybody yet since the Great Collapse of 2017?"
Well, there's good reason for that. See, I'm not wrestling to win at this point. I'm more scouting my competition, testing the boundaries, and finding their weaknesses. Sure, The Brian Kendrick beat me two weeks ago, but noe I know how to deal with him so lightning can't strike twice. If Sheamus beats me tonight, it'll have been a well-earned victory for him. While he and everybody else is celebrating victories in meaningless matches, I'll be biding my time, waiting for that point 40 minutes into Aztec Warfare when everybody is out of it. In the end, there will be only one winner. Only one man will stand tall. That man will be me. Guaranteed.
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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.
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.
-VS- 
DING DING DING
The bell rings and both men are a bit cautious in their approach. Kennedy reaches his hand out for a test of strength. Ziggler lets out a brief chuckle and rolls his shoulder. He walks up to Kennedy and raises his hand. At the same time, they both go low and kick each other in the gut, neither one getting the upper hand in their asshole tactics. Next they both go for a poke in the eye, temporarily blinding each other. They retreat to the opposite sides of the ring covering their eyes. They then run at each other in the center of the ring and connect with clothesline, both men falling and rolling to the outside.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like we've got a mirror match going on here.
Corey Graves: Dolph's just trying to adapt to that asshole and beat him at his own game. Our champion is so versatile.
Ziggler runs over to the side of the ring where Kennedy is but makes sure to come up behind him. Kennedy scouts this and turns around to deliver a clothesline of his own, cutting off Ziggler's momentum and using it against him. Kennedy stays on him and stomps on him on the outside. Ziggler tries to crawl under the ring but Kennedy grabs onto his leg and pulls him back out. Ziggler ends up being dragged out with a fire extinguisher in his hand. He turns around as if he's going to spray it in Kennedy's face so Kennedy let's go and backs away blocking his face. Ziggler however doesn't spray him and hops back to his feet and hits him with a running forearm to the back of the head!
Dolph grabs Kennedy by the back of the head and smashes his face into the barricade, making sure the fans see exactly what he's doing and even giving them a wink as they boo him mercilessly. He walks back over to Kennedy and picks him up, tossing him back into the ring. Ziggler enters the ring after him and waits as Kennedy gets up to a knee. Ziggler runs over and tries for the Famouser but Kennedy uses his strength to lift him straight into the air in a powerbomb position. Ziggler starts punching him on the top of the head but Kennedy fights through it and runs forward to the corner, taking out Dolph with a buckle bomb! Ziggler falls forward and Kennedy goes for the cover.
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Ziggler kicks out! Kennedy just gets on the side of Ziggler and kneels down, grabbing his head with his left hand and unleashing a flurry of rights with his free hand, just beating the fuck out of Ziggler. The ref counts to 4 and Kennedy finally backs off. Ziggler tries to crawl out of the ring but Kennedy once again grabs his leg and pulls him back to the center of the ring. He steps over him and locks in a single leg boston crab. Ziggler has nowhere to go so no amount of reaching out will get him anywhere. He pulls his own hair to try and disperse the pain a bit but it doesn't help. He instead reaches back and grabs Kennedy's ankle. He starts punching back at it until Kennedy slightly loosens up the hold to readjust his footing. Ziggler uses this slight release in pressure to scurry forward and make it to the ropes.
Corey Graves: It's going to take more than that to take down our UWF Champion.
Tom Phillips: Kennedy has been gone from UWF for a long time but he's really impressing me with how he's been able to go toe to toe with Dolph Ziggler here.
Mauro Ranallo: Everyone who makes it to the UWF is a world class athlete. Even the people at the bottom of the card could be world champions in other companies but only the best of the best make it to the top here.
Ziggler clings onto the ropes and when Kennedy comes back over to continue the attack, the ref backs him away, giving Ziggler some time to breathe. He picks himself up but he's still clinging to the ropes and so the ref keeps Kennedy at bay. Kennedy gets fed up and practically shoves the ref out of the way only to eat a surprise superkick from a waiting Ziggler! Kennedy falls to his knees and so Ziggler runs up and this nails the Famouser! He turns him over for the pin.
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2 . . .
Kennedy kicks out! Ziggler brings him back up to his feet right away and whips him into the corner. He runs over and hits Kennedy with the stinger splash, the impact bringing him out of the corner and into Ziggler's arms who slowly turns him around for a neckbreaker. Kennedy however breaks free from his grasp with a back elbow to the back of Ziggler's head. Ziggler stumbles away but looks back at Kennedy. He runs at him for another stinger splash but Kennedy moves out of the way and eats nothing but the turnbuckle! He spins around, dazed and confused and so Kennedy picks him up off his feet and onto his shoulders. He runs forward and hits the rolling firemany's carry! Instead of going for the pin, He looks up at the turnbuckles and hears cheer from the crowd, egging him on.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Kennedy is thinking about going to the high rent district.
Corey Graves: This is stupid. When you have a chance at pinning the UWF Champion you take it, don't listen to these fans.
Kennedy exits out onto the apron and starts to ascend the turnbuckles. He reaches the top and leaps off with the kenton bomb but Ziggler rolls out of the way in time! Kennedy holds his back as he gets up to his feet but he's immediately met with a jumping DDT by Dolph! Ziggler jumps on him for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Kennedy kicks out! Dolph backs away and stalks Kennedy and he's trying to get back to his feet. The UWF Champion creeps up behind him but Kennedy once again can feel his presence so he spins around and takes him out with a clothesline! Ziggler pops back to his feet only to get taken down with a back elbow. He gets up again but this time ducks a clothesline attempt, hitting the ropes and coming back only to get scooped up with a powerslam! Not wanting to let up, Kennedy picks him back up right away and places him on his shoulders. He starts to walk over to the corner, perhaps thinking about the Green Bay Plunge but Ziggler rakes his eyes and falls behind him. Kennedy grabs at his face but Ziggler jumps up and hits him with the Zig Zag! He hooks the leg right away for the pin.
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Dolph Ziggler!
Kennedy rolls out of the ring and continues to grab at his face. Ziggler doesn't care as he gets his hand raised and celebrates in the ring. He gets handed the UWF Championship and holds it up high saying no one is going to take it from him. It's the last image we see until the scene fades out.
As Revolution rolls on, the camera cuts to a ruined room filled with trash, the camera takes a look around and suddenly RVD walks by! he takes a look at the camera and waves, he finds a chair, he checks if the chair's broken and when he sees it's fine he sits and looks at the camera.
RVD:"Oh hello there, the place is messed up sorry bout this one, just this party was....... JEFF! YOU WOKE UP!!!! come, come here."
out of nowhere Jeff Hardy pops up in front of the camera and he does the same thing RVD did, he takes a chair, checks if he's fine and sits in from of the camera.
Jeff:"Oh hello there, sorry we didn't invite you to the party, it's just that Dalton invited that and then the boys appeared, those waves and waves of boys they'll hunt my dreams, but at least we got to celebrate with the Party Peacock himself right?"
Jeff takes a look at RVD who fell asleep during his speech, Jeff is now also showing signs of falling asleep.
"You know what just walk to your left and eventually you'll find a room, Dalton is in there, go interview him."
Jand the camera fades to blackeff points at the camera's left and slowly begins to drop his head on RVD's shoulder as the cameraman starts walking to the direction Jeff told him.
A few seconds after the cameraman started walking RVD wakes up with a scream:"DALTON CAN I GET MORE OF THE STUFF PLEASE??"
We finally get to the room Hardy talked about and when the cameraman gets close to the door it gets magically open and a light shines from it.
the cameraman walks in and we hear Dalton's voice coming from seemingly nowhere
"Welcome............ TO THE PARTY!!!!!"
and the camera fades to black
JB is sitting in a chair.
Jeremy Borash: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time. Bobby Roode.
Roode is sitting opposite to JB. He wears a suit once again.
Jeremy Borash: Bobby, I know you have a busy schedule and I know that you don't like to prolong things. So I am getting to the topic right at the moment, last week you lost to Cesaro, who was 0-2 here in Revolution and you got your very first loss-
Bobby Roode: JB, I don't think you are helping me or saving my time by telling all of these. Everybody knows that. I know that. So you don't inform anybody here. You are just giving material to those idiots who think that they are making me angry, who think that my time is now... And you are pissing me off as well. Because after my match last week; all I heard, read and saw was the same thing. People mocking me, taunting me because Cesaro won! Congrats people! Finally one of your heroes were able to beat me. Finally, finally one of them got the upperhand! But what did Cesaro get in his hand for real? Nothing. He just got his first victory here in Revolution. And yeah, another first, this time for me. I lost for the first time... After beating the two best singles champions of NXT! So I lost to Cesaro... In a match where nothing was on the line. Is it a loss? No.
Roode stops and the room is silent for a few seconds.
And I had beaten Ziggler and Vampiro as I said. I was victorious. But what did I get? Nothing! But all those unworthy names in the back got themselves a title shot. Something called, Aztec Warfare... You know, sometimes I just hate this company. Because no matter where I go; NXT, Warzone, Revolution... It is stupidity everywhere! Non-sense is everywhere! Conspiracies against me are everywhere! But you know, I believe every downfall has an ascension. I lost to Great Khali at SummerSlam, then my brand went off, then I came here and I lost to Cesaro. Who is nothing but a jester! A man who comes here to entertain these people! What a stupid goal! And I... I lost to him...
Roode stops, he looks frustrated. As he doesn't talk, JB intervenes.
Jeremy Borash: So Bobby, I think your goal is-
Bobby Roode: My goal is crystal clear JB! Everybody knows it but the question is... No... No... There is no question. There is no ifs, ends or buts because I am going to achieve my goal. And my goal is, for those of you who are above the stupidity level if UWF Universe, to win the Aztec Warfare. Is it hard? Yes. But I am the winner of 2017 Royal Rumble! Don't forget that. And this time, there are no rules. Peope think this is an advantage. You see, I am a classy man. I am no rioter, no maniac... But I can bend the rules. I can create chaos, confusion, controversy when there are no rules. So don't let the look fool you. Because the people who run the world are not warriors, not soldiers... It is the masterminds. Masterminds like me. I got a plan, instead of that tiny Kendrick, my plan works. I don't go out there to entertain people like Cesaro. I step in that ring to achieve my goals because nothing else is important! And my goal, my only desire right now is to win the UWF Championship! Because it's a shame for that title as Ziggler is the champion. It would be a shame if anybody else wins it but me! You see, I am a two time Universal Champion. But my reigns... They were cut short. By a maniac and a tyrant. So I want another one right now, one that will go on my conditions. One that will last as long as I want. One that would be absolutely...
Glorious.
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.
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.
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Sheamus comes running out of the corner, catching Jericho off guard with a running double axe handle. Jericho gets back up only to get pressed against the ropes and shot off. He manages to hangs onto the ropes to not bounce back to the waiting Sheamus. Sheamus instead takes the fight to him, running over but Jericho ducks down and flips Sheamus over. The Celtic Warrior lands on the apron however and grabs Jericho from behind. He takes his arms and places them behind the ropes, clubbing his chest with the 10 beats of the Bodhran! After the 10th hit, Sheamus releases Jericho who staggers to the center of the ring. He turns around and Sheamus lifts him up, tossing him over his shoulder and hitting White Noise! He stays on him for the cover.
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Jericho kicks out!
Tom Phillips: I don't think Jericho was quite ready for Sheamus to come swinging right out the gate.
Corey Graves: He should be more prepared if he wants to be UWF Champion. Any small let up and guys like Sheamus can easily take advantage.
Sheamus calmly gets back to his feet and exits onto the apron. He starts to climb up to the top rope and the fans get on their feet, wondering what's going on here. Jericho rises and turns around just as Sheamus comes off the top rope with a flying shoulder tackle! Jericho goes flying backwards but rolls back up to his feet, stumbling in the corner. Sheamus runs over to him for a splash but Jericho gets his foot up. Sheamus is able to stop however and catches Y2J's foot. He pulls him out of the corner and places his knee out for a modified version of Irish curse backbreaker! You can see the pain come across the face Jericho as Sheamus shoves his forearm in his face when he goes for the cover.
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Jericho kicks out! The Celtic Warrior is far from done though so he picks Jericho up right away. He places him onto his shoulder, perhaps going for a running powerslam but Chris realizes he needs to do something to stop this momentum and he needs to do it fast. He starts elbowing Sheamus in the jaw and side of the face until he's able to slip behind him. Sheamus turns around and so Jericho jumps up for a standing dropkick but Sheamus catches his feet and Chris falls right to the mat. Sheamus keeps a hold of Jericho's legs and tries to get in into the Cloverleaf but Jericho keeps punching him on the top of his head before shoving him away with his legs.
Sheamus stumbles back but regains his balance. Jericho rises to his feet just as the Irishman comes running forward with another double axe handle. Jericho ducks it and kicks at Sheamus when he turns around. Sheamus catches his foot but Jericho leaps up for the enziguri that staggers Sheamus towards the ropes. Y2J walks over and tries to whip him across the ring but the power of the Celtic Warrior sends Jericho running instead. Chris jumps onto the second rope, coming off with a springboard back elbow right to the face of Sheamus. The big man still refuses to go down. Jericho runs over and jumps up for the Codebreaker but Sheamus uses his strength to keep Jericho in the air!
Mauro Ranallo: Look at the strength of Sheamus!
Corey Graves: Chris Jericho is a fantastic wrestler but the pure power of Sheamus is a game changer that I don't think Jericho adequately prepared for.
Sheamus brings Jericho over to the corner and sits him on the top rope. Jericho tries to fight him off with some punches to the head followed by a kick to create some separation but Sheamus just powers through the offense and dazes Chris with a forearm shot. Sheamus starts to climb up to the second rope and grabs a hold of Jericho but the fight in the Ayatollah of Rock n' Rolla is still there as he goes ballistic on Sheamus with a flury of elbow shots. Finally he shoves Sheamus down to the mat and repositions himself on the top rope. Sheamus gets back to his feet but gets taken out with a diving crossbody! Jericho lands right on him for the pin.
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Sheamus kicks out! Sheamus gets back up to his feet rather quickly and Jericho looks a bit surprised but still confident he can take the big man down. He runs at him, connecting with a flying forearm to the face. He continues to throw forearm shots to back Sheamus into the corner. From there he goes up to the second rope and starts to hammer down with fists to the top of the head, the crowd counting along. Once he gets the the ninth punch, he pauses and soak in the cheers form the crowd but the momentary pause in action allows Sheamus to regain his composure and slam Jericho down with a spinebuster! He then goes for the pin.
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Jericho kicks out! Sheamus stands back up and brings Jericho up along with him. He places Jericho's head between his legs and spreads his arms out, posing. He then picks up Jericho into the crucifix powerbomb but Y2J realizes the danger he's in and starts to wiggle his way out, falling behind him. He ends up kicking Sheamus in the back of the knee, dropping him down to one knee before following up with a running bulldog. Sheamus now prone in the center of the ring, Jericho runs over to the ropes and springboards off with the Lionsault! He stays on him for the pin!
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Sheamus kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Jericho might be running out of ways to dispatch of Sheamus.
Corey Graves: If Sheamus was around when I was International Champion, I would have found a way to defeat him but anyone else without my skills, well they're screwed.
Jericho slaps the mat in anger but yells for Sheamus to get up, calling him a son of a bitch. Sheamus starts to stir, Y2J just waitings for him to get back to his feet. Once he doesn't, Jericho leaps up with the Codebreaker once more but Sheamus just straight slams him back down. Now it's Chris who slowly gets back to his feet. Sheamus starts clubbing his chest yelling "Brogue" with each hit. Jericho turns around and manages to get out of the way of the Brogue Kick! Jericho hits him with a jumping enziguri to push him into the corner. He then jumps on him and monkey flips him out of the corner. Not yet satisfied, he starts to climb to the top rope. He waits as Sheamus gets back up to his feet before leaping off with a double axe handle. Unfortunately he's caught in mid air with the Brogue Kick! Sheamus falls on top of him right away for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sheamus!
Mauro Ranallo: Sheamus has just defeated Chris Jericho!
Corey Graves: While not the way you want to be seen on the last episode before Rebellion, Chris Jericho still has the advantage of being the last man in Aztec Warfare and that's something you just can't ignore.
Tom Phillips: But after his victory here, Sheamus has got be feeling good about his chances. This very well might be the ending of Rebellion but the the UWF Championship raised in the air instead.
The camera slowly fades out as Sheamus motions for the title around his waist. Suddenly there's a commotion as none other than Vampiro has entered the ring! He comes up behind Sheamus and nails him with the Intercontinental Championship! The fans starts to boo while Vamp is all smiles. Suddenly cheers are heard as Seth Rollins comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. Vampiro tries to take him out with the IC title but Rollins ducks it and kicks him in the gut. He follows up by smashing his face in with the Curb Stomp! The fans are on fire as Rollins stands tall but Marty Scurll soon makes his way through the crowd. Rollins begs for Scurll to get in the ring and get some but Bobby Roode ends up sliding into the ring behind him and taking him out with a lariat to the back of the head!
Tom Phillips: This is getting out of control, we need some security out here!
Corey Graves: No let them fight, this is awesome!
Marty laughs at Rollins down in the ring but Cesaro comes out of nowhere and blasts him with an uppercut! Scurll and Cesaro fight through the crowd but on the stage, Mr. Kennedy pops up on the stage with a mic in hand.
Mr. Kennedy: Well look what he got over here. Bunch of assholes thinking they can take over the main event spotlight. Only one man here deserves a spotlight and his name is...
Kennedy suddenly gets nailed with a superklck by none other than Dolph Ziggler! The UWF Champion stands at the top of the ramp while bodies lie around the arena. Roode stares at him and motions for the belt but he gets turned around and nailed with the Codebreaker! Jericho stands tall and looks at Dolph who still has the title raised with a smug look on his face. Jericho turns around though and once again is blasted with the Brogue Kick! Sheamus stands tall once more and points at Dolph, telling him he's coming for that title. It's finally the last thing we see as the camera fades out.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Rebellion
Television Championship
Dalton Castle(c) vs Marty Scurll
Credits
Cole vs Titus, Murphy vs Scrull - Gurt
Rollins vs Vampiro - Crann
Ziggler vs Kennedy, Sheamus vs Jericho - Danny