Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 1:55:49 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: Rebellion has come and gone and this week we got some great competition. Our main event being none other than Dolph Ziggler vs Chris Jericho.
Mauro Ranallo: I think you're glossing over a very important fact there Corey, Sheamus is the new UWF Champion!
Corey Graves: Right, I would be more excited if Dolph Ziggler wasn't clearly ROBBED!
Tom Phillips: He's not the only new champion as The Villain Marty Scurll was able to become the new Television Champion.
Mauro Ranallo: But there's only time for one Championship celebration so lets get down to the ring and get Revolution underway!
The feed on Revolution turns to an empty ring, the crowd meandering about and muttering to each other. Suddenly, the lights go dark.
The spotlight comes to the stage, showing Sheamus yelling a triumphant war cry, the UWF International Championship around his waist. He is flanked by multiple costumed attendants who rush down the sides of the ramp, hanging up celtic crosses and traditional ornaments around the ring and off the top of the posts. Sheamus, with a huge grin on his face heads down to the ring, clearly taking his time to enjoy it once he reaches the ring itself. He turns and looks around the crowd, the camera zooming out to show how many are there while the Celtic Warrior is handed a microphone.
Sheamus: It's all a bit extravagant, ain't it?
The remark gets some chuckles from the crowd and a few more cheers, Sheamus scoffing to himself as he starts up again.
Sheamus: Now, look here. I know what you might be expecting. For me to talk about how terrible Aztec Warfare was, all I went through, pulling in all the sympathy I can even when I've already got the belt right here. Well, to tell you the truth...that was the most fun night of me entire life. I've never felt more alive than I did at Rebellion. I would've enjoyed it almost as much even if I hadn't won, but having this right here...that's just a little bonus on top.
Sheamus laughs to himself again, clearly finding his own joke a little funny as he illicits more cheers from the crowd, who have grown to back him more and more.
Sheamus: Let me just cover a couple a' guys first. This ain't to say that most of the fellas in that match weren't standouts there; that was a hell of a fight, and at times it felt like my eyes had been knocked clean out of my head. But two men in particular are who we're covering. That's Jericho, and the man I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of soon, Dolph Ziggler. Now Chris, all credit to you, you're my favourite on this roster now, just for the hell you gave me at the end. I felt like you'd dislodged me whole upper jaw with that Codebreaker you do, and you wouldn't stop getting up. You're a tough old bastard, I can certainly give you that.
More cheers fill the arena at the praise for Jericho, though the crowd pauses and begins to boo as Sheamus tries to speak next, clearly knowing who he's going to bring up.
Sheamus: I know he ain't popular. I don't like him either, but Dolph wasn't letting me take a damned thing if he could. In this kind of match? A lot of it depends on how you wait, the spots you pick and parts of it were luck. The fact that the Champ got to the final three, when there's a giant target on the back of his head, says a lot more than I could. But we've talked a lot about what happened before, eh? And that's not what this celebration's about.
Some of the attendants take up instruments outside the ring, playing what sounds like traditional irish music, though it's not too loud and is more just background noise than anything.
Sheamus: Because I ain't proved anything yet. I won a match, I got the belt. That was Rebellion, that's past now. What we're celebratin' is what's to come. I've cemented myself here now, I've proved that I can do everything I say I can, and I'm not gonna sit by and let opportunities pass me by. But to me, that means nothing. What means something is the kind of champion I am. What I bring to the table now, not then. I'm not going for any low-blows or disqualifications, and I'm certainly not running away from any challenge that anyone's got. I'm excited. I want to fight Dolph Ziggler, the real Dolph Ziggler, not the man who got beat up by 18 other guys just as bad as I did. After him, I want to fight any man who thinks he's got the balls, who thinks he has the spine and the ability to put me down flat on my back and take this belt from me. I'm looking forward to meeting all of them.
The crowd cheers yet again as Sheamus lowers the microphone, a grin on his face. He seems to take a moment to soak it all in, the traditional music playing louder from the musicians on the outside as many of the crowd actually make a small clap that goes along with the beat.
The lights suddenly cut out and the Titantron flashes to life with the image of perhaps the most unpopular man in the UWF today, former champion Dolph Ziggler. Ziggler smirks as the arena erupts in heat, then he begins to address the new UWF Champion.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Hey Sheamus. I wanted to be among the first to congratulate you on your big win in Aztec Warfare. I'll admit, I'm not surprised to see you in that ring today, holding that UWF Championship. I had a feeling something was going to happen in that match that would see me lose my title, and I wasn't wrong. What I wasn't expecting was how it came about, and to be quite honest, I'm proud of the result and how everything went down. I'm proud of my performance. And most of all, I'm proud of you.
The fans react in a mixed way to Dolph's comments, unsure how to read the man. He continues.
I'm proud, Sheamus, because you finally showed the world the man you truly are. The Celtic Warrior. Great White. You finally showed the UWF Universe and all the fans in this arena and everywhere else that at the end of the day, you're exactly what I said you were in the lead-up to that match: just another guy trying to get ahead in this business, to win that title you've now got in your possession and to prove you're the best one here. You did it, Sheamus. For all of your talk about being an honorable fighter and the kind of guy who wins fair, you proved to everyone that at the end of the day you're just as much of a pragmatist as anyone else, and just as much of a coward, when you took advantage of Chris Jericho's already having me in the Walls and double-teamed me with your own submission to remove the single greatest threat to your dream from the match.
The fans turn again on Dolph, nearly reaching nuclear with their heat. He laughs and continues.
I've long said I'm the best in this business today, and Aztec Warfare did nothing except prove the truth in those words. Because the biggest, noblest, favorite warrior — that's you — acknowledged he wouldn't stand a chance in putting me down without the help of someone else. I'm not mad about it, though, Sheamus. In fact, I respect your intelligence, your ring sense and your combat prowess. I respect the fact that some shred of you knew you couldn't beat me man-to-man, which is why you made damn sure to help Chris eliminate me before you knocked off that Weakest Link to claim the UWF Championship. To put it simply, that was brilliance: a master class in using my own tricks against me. Because I would have one hundred per cent done the same thing to you if our positions had been reversed. So, I applaud your behavior... but what amazes me is that these people, the people in this arena and the world over, they applaud it, too.
Dolph now addresses the fans with his oratory.
Can't you see how much like me your hero is? Sheamus showed his true colors in Aztec Warfare. He showed that at the end of the day, whether that Warrior is Celtic or not, he's still just another opportunist looking to take advantage of a situation to put himself ahead in the game. You all boo me for that, you all treat me like I'm some kind of exception, you all hate me because... what, exactly? Because I do those things? Or because I'm honest enough to tell you all I'm going to do them beforehand? Because I don't talk a lot about honor and then demonstrate clearly that I have none when push comes to shove? You all buy in so easily to the words of this fraud of a "warrior" standing in the ring before you because you don't have the stomach to admit it to yourselves that he's just as much of a flawed human being as I am. It's hypocrisy like that which has always made me sick, and here it is on blatant display all over again. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You were taken for a ride by the used car salesman of the professional wrestling world and you're begging for another one.
Ziggler kisses his teeth as the fans really lose their shit. Then he composes himself and comes back to Sheamus.
Anyway, buddy, I hope you enjoy your championship reign... while it lasts. Because I'm coming back for my title — because I want it. And there isn't a person in this company, yourself included, who can keep me from claiming what I want. But because I respect you, I'm going to give you a word of advice that would have been beneficial to the other people who I've targeted in my time here: watch your back.
The feed cuts out and the lights come back on, leaving Sheamus and his band to make some sense of what has happened.
There is a camera, facing towards a black background with nobody around, no sound or anything.
Suddenly, you hear heavy, quick sounding footsteps until The Villain walks into the pan. He has his UWF TV Title over his shoulder and ring gear on. He looks straight into the camera then starts speaking.
Marty Scurll: “Well, I did it. I said what I was going to do and did it. I beat Dalton Castle to claim the Villain’s title. I’ve noticed as of late... you people don’t care about me. You don’t care about my wellbeing. Hell, you all probably only like me because of my little catchphrases, or my coat or the fact that I am the single most unique member of this roster and any competition I had, I beat at Rebellion. All of you people don’t get it do you? I don’t actually care about any of you. They don’t call me “The Villain” without meaning it. So as long as I have this shiny new belt of gold around my waist, I’m doing things my way.”
Marty Scurll: “Oh, I nearly forgot. Mr Kennedy. Tonight I’ll destroy you mate because you’ve seen what I’m capable when I have a grudge against someone, namely Murphy. In the Aztec Warfare match, I ripped his arm out of his socket on live PPV so if I were you, try and beg EC3 for the match to be cancelled because I am not going easy on you tonight. Prepare because the Villain is more than just a man, he’s a champion. And a good one at that. You’ve got no chance tonight mate, you ruined my shot at getting 2 belts round my waist in one night, that I cannot accept. Long. Live. The Villain!”
Marty Scurll stomps off in a bad mood clearly focused on his match later tonight.
QUIET ON THE SET, MAY WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?
The fans begin booing loudly as Miz's traditional Hollywood intro plays, the arena lights dimmed to darkness, but it then transitions into "Nothing Personal" by Night Riots. Miz steps out onto the entrance ramp with each acoustic guitar note at the beginning, the spotlight shining on him and Maryse before fading after the higher note is played before the spotlight goes onto him permanently as the drums and heavier guitar sets in. The chorus hits, and the arena lights back up as Miz does his signature posing before kissing his wonderful wife.
Tony Chimel: "Being accompanied by Maryse... from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, The Miz!"
Miz and Maryse stop at the ringside area, with one final kiss before Miz does his usual apron taunt, and proceeds to enter the ring.
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I WANT IT ALL
I WANT IT ALL
I WANT IT ALL
AND I WANT IT NOW
The famous guitar riffs from Queen's "I want it all" plays and the crowd breaks into a mix of cheers and screams for the charismatic peacock Dalton Castle.
not so long after the song starts playing Castle and the Boys come out of the curtain, yelling and screaming like only peacocks can.
Ring Announcer: "On his way to the ring, hailing from Catalina Island, weighing in at a perfect 222 lbs, he is the Party Peacock, The Charismatic Milkshake, he is Dalton Castle!!"
The crowd cheers the colorful Dalton Castle while he walks down to the ring hyping himself up with shouts and his battle cry:"LET'S GO BREAK SOME HEARTS!
Dalton enters the ring using the boys as stairs and he gets ready to do his pose.
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.
DING DING DING
After the ring of the bell, the match starts off with Miz and Castle beginning to circle each other. As the two are about to lock-up, Maryse grabs the referee’s attention by standing up on the ring apron. She screams something or another at the official, and he just shrugs his shoulders as he’s talking to her. With his distraction, Miz goes and takes the low road and punts Castle in the family jewels when he’s instead ready for the lock-up.
Tom Phillips: “—HEY!”
Mauro Ranallo: “THE MIZ JUST HIT DALTON CASTLE IN THE PENINSULA SOUTH OF THE EQUATOR!”
Corey Graves: “And the official’s distracted; brilliant!”
As the official tells Maryse to fuck off for the time-being, he turns back to see The Miz trying to lock in the full-nelson for the Skull Crushing Finale, but Dalton’s still fighting regardless of his vulnerability. Dalton, with the strength advantage, manages to yank one of his arms out of the full-nelson, and reach around the side of the Miz. Dalton is beginning to wrestle the Miz into the Julie Newmar Cobra Clutch with Bodyscissors! Dalton manages to minorly hook the cobra clutch, and falls back to wrap for the bodyscissors!
Mauro Ranallo: “Dalton Castle’s going for the Julie Newmar Cobra Clutch!”
Corey Graves: “But, it doesn’t look like he has it synched in fully just yet!”
As the two are on the floor, jockeying for position while Castle has a fraction of the Cobra Clutch fully locked in, Miz gets a flurry of elbow shots off to the face of Castle, which causes him to break the hold entirely. The Miz then gets to his feet, and begins a parade of stomps on the downed body of Dalton Castle, as the pace of the match begins to slow itself down for the time-being.
Mauro Ranallo: “Miz, with those educated stomps to the bodily mass of Dalton Castle, now holds the advantage.”
The Miz then seats up Dalton Castle, and straps in the chinlock in on Dalton Castle to wear him down. Dalton, energetic as ever, does not stay down for very long at all with the chinlock applied, and begins to rise to his feet very early. Miz notices this, and kicks out one of the knees of Dalton Castle, and his arm around to the head of Dalton Castle to go for the snap DDT. But, Dalton has other plans. Dalton, just before Miz can swing his leg back for the snap DDT, stands up, and flings Miz into the air for an overhead standing northern lights suplex!
Mauro Ranallo: “And, what a standing northern lights suplex from Dalton Castle!”
Corey Graves: “But, can he can to his feet?”
Tom Phillips: “Look! He already is!”
The Miz is in disarray, having just been suddenly thrown overhead with the northern lights. He tries to crawl to the ropes for leverage in helping himself up, but Dalton’s already on top of him, as he pulls him up in a gutwrench position and throws Miz yet again! The Miz, thrown near the corner, uses the sides of the corner to slowly rise to his feet after having been thrown. However, Miz’s respite is short-lasted, as Dalton comes running at him with a running high knee in the corner. With the Miz stunned once again, Dalton grabs the Miz by the back of the head, and tosses him through the top-middle ropes to the outside. Maryse comes running to Miz’s side as he’s been thrown to the outside. However, Dalton has other plans, as he comes running from across the ring, diving through the middle ropes with a suicide dive that connects with both Miz and Maryse!
Tom Phillips: “My god! And with a suicide dive, Dalton Castle is running wild all over the Miz!”
Corey Graves: “The Miz needs to rethink his game plan here, and he needs to do it fast. This isn’t looking good for him.”
Maryse, still down from the suicide dive, Dalton Castle throws The Miz back into the ring. The Miz is still in shambles from the long-lasted burst of offense from Dalton Castle. The Miz, trying to get to his feet to retaliate, is instead caught in a rear-waistlock whilst he’s on his hands and knees, by Dalton. Dalton, with pure unadulterated strength, lifts up The Miz from the floor, and liftedly walks around with him for a moment whilst he has him in the rear-waistlock. Suddenly then, Dalton snaps back with a german suplex with the pinning bridge! The referee slides in to count the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: “And, a beautiful deadlift belly-to-back german suplex into the pinning combination from the Party Peacock!”
1…
2…
But, Miz kicks out!
Dalton, realizing he has the advantage, tries to go for the deadlift German suplex yet again. As Miz’s on his hands and knees again, Dalton lifts him up from the rear-waistlock, but it isn’t until Maryse grabs Dalton from the ankle on the outside he’s forced to stop from throwing him back with a German. The Miz then uses this to his advantage, and breaks out of the rear waistlock by tossing Dalton over his side with an armdrag that throws Dalton over to the center of the ring.
Tom Phillips: “Interference from Maryse!”
This time, as Dalton tries to get to his feet, the Miz then comes running at Dalton with a big boot that knocks Dalton silly, causing him to stand dizzily at this time. However, it turns out the distraction was all Miz needed, as the Miz reaches around the side of Dalton for the full-nelson again, as he plants his face down to the canvas with the Skull Crushing Finale!
Tom Phillips: “No! That distraction—”
Corey Graves: “SKULL CRUSHING FINALE BY THE MIZ!”
1…
2…
3…
DING DING DING!
AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS CONTEST BY PINFALL…
THE MIZ!
Mauro Ranallo: “And, it’s a distraction from Maryse that helps Miz get the victory over an especially game Dalton Castle!”
Corey Graves: “Absolutely brilliant work from the power couple of the UWF—and you can shut your mouth about it, Tom. I know what you'll say.”
Tom Phillips: “That was a blatant interference from Maryse! Is the official blind? Where’s EC3?”
With controversy amidst and a crowd booing the Miz and his wife, the Miz and Maryse celebrate their victory while the Boys attend to the head of Dalton Castle, as the fan him out with elongated fans. Suddenly the new Television Champion makes is way out onto the stage. He looks down at the defeated castle and laughs at him, just adding insult to injury until the scene fades out.
The scene opens up inside of Seth’s locker room.
Seth Rollins:
“Tonight the World’s greatest professional bitch—I mean wrestler-- is going to grace us with his presence. The man who believes he is above everyone on the roster tonight is about to get humbled by yours truly. I’m going to run circles around his juvenile ass ad completely outwrestle him. The only thing that sucks for him is that there isn’t a second show from him to jump too with lesser talent this time. There is only one brand that matters this time, and it’s the brand that has always mattered. Revolution will always be around because of the creative genius of the man running the show, and because of superstars like me. Guys like Cole can try all the want to poison this company, but as evidenced with the ownership change, there’s ways to get all of the bullshit out.”
“Cole, me and you are two different people. We are from two different worlds, we are in two different tax brackets. We move at vastly different speeds and we see the world differently. Tonight you’re going to get a taste, a little dose of reality. You’re going to find out first hand why you aren’t the man in this company. If you can’t get it after this, then you never will because you’re just too damn incompetent to see what’s right in front of your face.”
“I have bigger fish to fry then whiny ones. As a matter of fact, I hope you’re paying attention Sheamus. The only reason you even have that belt is because of me. I had two opportunities earlier in the relaunch to take you down, and I didn’t. Because of those short comings, you went on to build enough momentum that powered you through Aztec Warfare. That championship that you so proudly wear around your waist could so very easily be one that I wear around mine. Your biggest threat isn’t Dolph Ziggler. Your biggest threat is me. I want that belt and that crown. I want to sit atop of my throne again. I am the King Slayer and I won’t stop until I get whats mine. I hope you’re paying attention. Cole is just the appetizer and you are the main course.”
Seth then walks out his locker room as the scene fades to black.
Chris Jericho: What the hell is wrong with me?
Doctor: Explain.
CJ: It's back. Nothing's working anymore. I can't even get a win anym-...
Doc: Alright. I get it. You're going through a rough time.
CJ: And what do you think I should do about it?
Doc: I think you should seriously consider retirement.
CJ: Not a chance.
Doc: Then take a break. Go on tour. Do something to enjoy yourself.
CJ: I'm not leaving.
Doc: Alright. I see you're being stubborn. Let me go see what I'm legally allowed to do.
CJ: What? Why? It's not like there's going to be a lawsuit.
Doc: You'd be surprised.
The Doc exits the room, leaving Jericho all alone in the office..... or is he?
Aleister Black: Chris, I've come to deliver a message to you.
Chris Jericho: Where the hell did you come from?
Black: Don't worry about that. Just know this. The answer you seek lies within.
Jericho: Wait, what?
Black: There's no time for questions. I have to go now. Remember my advice.
Aleister Black vanishes. The doctor comes back into the room.
Doctor: So, I've looked through every file we have and have come to the conclusion that I cannot legally give you anything without being liable to a lawsuit, and I'm already on my second strike. The only advice is to either retire or eternally suffer.
Jericho: Well that sucks. Thanks anyway, Doc.
Doctor: Take care and get well soon.
Jericho walks out into a hallway and begins to talk to himself.
Chris Jericho: What the hell is going on? I was doing so well over the summer. Now I can't even keep my head on straight. I may or not be seeing people, and now I think it's affecting my matches. I need to start getting myself back together. I have a big match tonight.
"The answer you seek lies within."
"The answer you seek lies within."
"The answer you seek lies within."
As the scene lights up, we see the returning Michael Cole in a luxurious chair. He has a notepad in his hands, but his face holds an expression of worry as he looks over at his guest. His head is bandaged from the attack dished out by Seth Rollins at Rebellion.
Michael Cole: "Hello everyone, my name is Michael Cole, and while I'd like to say it's great being back, that feeling is immediately shot down as I look over at my guest this evening. He is a former Hardcore Champion, the current Intercontinental Champion, and a major player in Aztec Warfare, please welcome, Vampiro."
Indeed, Vampiro is the "man" sitting opposite to Cole. In his hand is the spike seen before, being fiddled with while his Intercontinental Championship sits on a table between the two. Vampiro looks up at Michael to reveal a bandaged forehead, and a busted lip, being the sadist he is, however, he seems delighted as he smiles at Michael.
Vampiro: "Honor's all mine for a guy that knows his place in this company. Someone like you, with common sense, will make it a lot longer with an attitude like that."
Michael Cole: "Well, first thing's first Vampiro, how're you feeling after Aztec Warfare ll? Arguably one of the UWF's biggest matches this year?"
Vampiro: "You watched it? All of it?"
Michael Cole: "I-I did, yes."
Vampiro: "So how do you think I feel?"
Michael Cole: "I'd imagine somewhat disappointed, as you were eliminated by Seth Rollins, diminishing any chance of becoming a dual champion."
Vampiro's grin hasn't gone away, but he nods his head negatory. He reaches over and pats the table where his belt lays.
Vampiro: "What you see before you, Michael, is the World Championship of the UWF, the Intercontinental Championship. Sin Cara was a quick snack at Rebellion before the main course. Aztec Warfare's prize for me was to hurt. It was for me to go in, take out a few eyes, piss in a few skulls, and walk out. Hell, look at who all I took out; The Wet Bandits are back to wetting their bunk beds, I busted Ethan Carter's personal dancer, Fandango, over the head with a steel chair, so how am I feeling?... I feel ecstatic. I don't care that I didn't win the International Championship, in fact, I'd rather it have been Sheamus than any other fool in that match. I have the real World Title in my possession, and that's all that matters to me. As a matter of fact, tonight marks a new chapter in the book of Vampiro. For the first time in awhile, since I've won this beautiful championship, I've found a pray worthy of my attention."
Michael Cole: "Who or what, may I ask, would that pray be?"
Vampiro eyes over Michael Cole, and his smirk only widens as he points at Cole's forehead.
Vampiro: "The same man responsible for your injuries, Cole. Seth "Freakin" Rollins. I couldn't believe what I had seen when he went ballistic on you before Rebellion... but I was happy. Happy to see that now, now is the best time sink my fangs into him. He is an evil man, I can see that deep in his soul. No matter how much the people cheer him, how much his family supports him, he is a devil. A devil I soon will expose to the world, the ground work's already been laid out with his past."
Michael seems a bit unnerved, shuffling in his seat for a moment before speaking, signaling at the spike still in Vampiro's hand.
Michael Cole: "Well Mr. Vampiro, I assume that within Seth's past, that spike has something to do with it? At Rebellion you promised that a 'new age would dawn upon us'."
Vampiro: "I did. But I realized, I was having too much fun. Aztec Warfare was my night to be me. That little bit of Rollins past has been saved for a special occasion. I'll just let you and the whole world know right now; no one's ready. No one is ready for this new age that'll dawn upon humanity."
Michael looks over his notepad for questions, but before he can speak, Vampiro stands up with a grunt, the injuries from Aztec Warfare still taking effect. He reaches over for his belt and slings it over his shoulder.
Michael Cole: "H-hey we've still got five minutes to go here."
Vampiro: "Those are five minutes I'd apperciate before the end of tonight, Cole. I have buisness to attend too."
He gives Cole a stink eye for a moment, but soon cackles at the interviewer. He walks off scene with a slow stagger, the errie feeling in the way is apparent as Revoultion moves on.
"Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA system, as Adam Cole emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. He smirks as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Panama City, Florida. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He's the World's Greatest Professional Wrestler & The Panama City Playboy. Adam Cole!
He takes the steel steps slowly, one by one until he enters through the middle & top rope. He walks to the ropes removing his jacket & tossing it up & over on the mat below. He stands back & throws one hand up, his fingers shaped into a gun. The crowd continues to berate him.
He slowly lowers his arm as his music is faded out.
The lights go 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!!!”
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell sounds the two waste no time to meet in the middle of the ring. Rollins puts his hand up for a test of strength, but Cole with a smirk on his denies it and opts to extend his hand for a handshake. Rollins looks around at the crowd, who want him to deny it. Adam eggs him on, and Rollins agrees, shaking the hand, but at that same moment, Cole looks to go for a cheap shot. Rollins knew this ahead of time and ducks the punch, still with Cole's hand, he twists him around and looks for the ripcord knee early on, but Adam copies Rollins reversal, with hand under Rollins, he goes for a roll up!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Right after the two count, Rollins is able to throw himself out of the roll up and stand himself up. The two men stand ready for whatever's next.
Corey Graves: "As we're getting underway, it's like these two guys are Siamese twins with that exchange."
Maruo Ranallo: "You've got to think with Rollins background in the past, he's sure to know how to play the game of cheap tricks and dirty tactics, Corey."
Rollins gives Cole a "We gonna do this?" out of earshot of the camera, and the two meet in a test of strength. They go back and forth before Rollins is the one on his knees. Cole takes his knee and hits Rollins in the jaw with it, making him lose his grip. He takes the head of Seth for a side headlock now and squeezes it in. Rollins is able to take a few strikes to Cole's sternum and stand himself up, running over to the ropes and throwing Cole for a whip with the momentum from the ropes. As Cole rebounds from one side to Rollins, Rollins takes the arm of Cole for an arm drag, keeping afloat with a knee and twisting the arm. Cole yells out in pain and scrapes over to the ropes, just in the nick of time twisting his legs over and under the bottom rope. The ref forces Rollins to give the holdup, and he complies with a bit of frustration on his face. Cole stares up at Rollins as he gets up, putting his hands up to call him off. Rollins is having none of that as he goes over for more, but Cole gets him off guard by kicking the knee of Rollins, the same one Vampiro targeted weeks ago. This does more effect to Rollins as he's instantly dropped to a knee, and Cole stomps away. As he's on a knee, Cole puts the boot to Rollins' head knocking him down. In Y2J fashion, Cole puts his foot on Rollin's chest, flexes, and the ref starts counting.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Rollins gets his shoulder up, but Cole once again stomps at the knee a few more times. Rollins starts to breathe heavy with frustration and anger on his face, as Cole uses his foot to tease Rollins, poking at his head with it. Rollins responds by getting up on his knee and punching Cole straight in the sternum multiple times, getting up to his feet eventually and aiming for the head. He switches to elbows that back Cole up into the ropes. Cole pushes him away and runs at him for a clothesline, but Rollins ducks, and when Cole turns around he's met with a swift side kick to the stomach, making him bend over and hold his gut. Rollins lifts his foot up and taps Cole in the lip with a kick, causing the Panama Playboy's lip to bleed. Rollins is on fire now as he knocks Adam down with two different clotheslines, and finishes it up with a sling blade! He yells for Cole to get up, and indeed he does. Stunned and weary, Rollins takes advantage and goes for a superkick, but Cole is quick to dodge out of the way, causing Rollins to get hung up on the top rope. Cole takes a kick to the top rope, buckiling the injured knee of Rollins and causing him to fall back, holding his knee in pain. He once again is up at a knee, but Adam runs at him and connects with a shining wizard! He goes for the pin!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Seth kicks out at just the last second. Cole shakes his head now as he stands up, looking down at Rollins with displeasure. He picks up Rollins and twists him over for a neck breaker, but Rollins manages to break loose, and when Cole turns around, he's met with a twisting enzaguri! Cole is still standing, so Rollins tucks his head in, lifts the arm over his head, and picks him up, slamming him down with a falcon arrow and hooking the leg!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Adam kicks out now, and the crowd are buzzing over this back and fourth confrontation. Rollins picks up Adam and looks around, licking his lips with a grin and a nod and a chuckle, as he now tucks his head under Cole's arm, hooking the leg under him and lifting him up for a body slam, only to fall down with a big michonoku driver as he hooks the leg.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Tom Phillips: "They do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
Corey Graves: "Unless a cracked rib, an aching back, and a possible brown spot in your pants is what you're talking about, there was nothing sincere about that slam, Phillips."
Rollins flicks his hair out of his face and hits the mat out of frustration, rolling himself under the bottom rope and standing on the apron, yelling and begging for Cole to get up. Dazed and confused is Cole as he slowly stands, and up above him is Rollins, who jumps on the top rope for a diving knee! As he takes lift off however, Cole in the nick of time runs over to the rope and super kicks Rollins knee, knocking him down and hanging him out to dry gut first onto the top rope before falling off into the ring. He holds his knee in pain before quickly trying to get up, but while on one knee he eats a big super kick from Cole himself! He's stunned, and Cole picks him up for a suplex, only to cause Rollins to land head first on his knee for the Last Shot! Cole quickly scrounges up the leg of Rollins, but his foot is on the rope! The ref doesn't see it!
...1!
...2!
...Hold it!
Just at the last moment, the referee looks over to see Rollins foot on the rope! He stops the count, and Adam is levid. He stands up, pushes the ref, and swears like a sailor in frustration. "Are you kidding me? That was three you son of a bitch, do your job!" can be heard from Adam Cole. The referee pushes back with anger, warning of a DQ. Adam puts his hand up as he's heard enough of it, but Rollins comes from behind, turning him around for a Ripcord Knee strike! Cole is stunned and standing, while Rollins looks like a rabid beast as he lets out a viscious yell of anger. He kicks Cole in the gut, runs the ropes, and with the injured leg hops up and makes Cole eat shit with a Curb Stomp! He goes for the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, The Architecht, Seth, Rollllliiiiiiiiins!"
Maruo Rollins: "After two months of defeats, Seth Rollins has finally broken the streak with an impressive win over Adam Cole! He may not have won Aztec Warfare ll, he may not have won against Vampiro legitimatelly, but fellas I've gotta say; tonight may be the beginning of The Future of the UWF."
Corey Graves: "I may not have always gotten along with the guy, but I can't say this wasn't an outstanding display from him here tonight."
Rollins rolls out with a shout of victory, running over to the barricade to celebrate with his fans, raising his fists and yelling "Who's the man huh?!". He's clearly hyped up, as Cole on the other hand is knocked loopy, rolling himself out slowly and laying out on the side of the ring miserable. Rollins looks on with a smirk and beats his chest, raising his fists once again as the feed moves on.
We see Bobby Roode at the backstage. He doesn't look like he is in a good mood.
Aztec Warfare... Aztec Warfare...
Roode ceases to talk for a bit and he just smiles.
Weird, isn't it? A guy like me is short of words because... Because...
Roode stops again, he doesn't look happy.
Because I failed. That's it. I failed. No matter what happened, I failed. Yeah, once again I was surrounded by injustice. Once again I didn't get what I deserved, what I earned! I beat Dolph Ziggler but there had to be Aztec Warfare right! Because this is NXT! We started everything from the very beginning but still we did stick with that terrible idea which was born in a place where wrestling was like a goddamn TV series! Fuckin' joke!
Roode is in so terrible mood that he curses.
But despite all of that... Despite all the conspiracies that surrounded me, I failed. I couldn't get the job done. I couldn't be the guy. I couldn't get the W. So that is all matters. I didn't win. Look around my belt. Or my shoulder. Or my hands. What do you see? Nothing. Because I didn't win! Yeah, I did get couple of good things and I got my revenge against that 7 foot piece of shit Khali but... I didn't get The Title. Which would made me the MAN around here. Nature Boy, you were wrong about wrong thing. I beat the man around here, Dolph Ziggler but I didn't be the-
Roode stops again.
I am not going to moan or complain anymore. I am going to do something. Something to stand against all this injustice. Something that will change the landspace of this place. Something that will send a message to some people. What am I going to do? Just wait. Just watch... And wait. Because I promise that it is going to be...
glorious.
Roode gets up from the chair and leaves.
The slow manipulated music of Marty Scurll’s theme starts playing as the arena is hit into darkness. The vivid images of his attire appear on the screen, which are infamous with The Villain.
Crowd: “WOOP WOOP”
The crowd chant along with his theme and as soon as they do, Marty Scurll runs through the curtain with the signature umbrella slung over his shoulder. He paces around the top of the stage as a pure negative reaction is greeted towards him.
Ring Announcer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, “The Villain” Marty Scurll!”
He walks down the ramp quickly and efficiently and looks at the crowd, checking his surroundings slightly.
He climbs onto the apron, looks into the ring with slight disdain. Ready for his match in his natural negitive mood.
He climbs through the ropes that he has became utterly familiar throughout his wrestling career with. He’s ready and ready to chicken-wing.
He places his umbrella, coat and glasses in the corner. Ready for this bout.
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.
VS 
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and the Villain walks straight to the middle of the ring, extending his hand as though to offer a handshake. Kennedy looks at the outstretched palm of his opponent with consternation, but it's clear he's seriously considering accepting the sportsmanlike gesture from his decidedly unsportsmanlike opponent. Finally, the Green Bay boy crosses the ring looking like he's going to take the shake but at the last second he starts laughing and he straight up smacks Scurll on the jaw! Marty recoils as Kennedy goes on the attack, landing clubbing blows on the Brit's turned shoulder before taking him by the hair and smashing his face off the turnbuckle as the crowd pop for the Peoples' Asshole. Scurll is clearly dazed as he stumbles out of the corner and Kennedy comes up behind him, grounding him with a Russian leg sweep.
Corey Graves: A vile, underhanded start to this match-up as Mr. Kennedy shows no respect to his opponent and smacks him in the face instead.
Tom Phillips: Sure, Corey, Marty Scurll would have honored the handshake and wasn't just setting up Kennedy for a trap.
Corey Graves: I guess we'll never know, will we?
Kennedy immediately gets back to his feet, hauls Scurll to his own and sends him to the opposite corner. The asshole then crosses the ring and puts the boot to Scurll's gut repeatedly, until the Television Champion begins to sink to a seated position in the corner after which Mr. Kennedy starts to stomp a mudhole on him, Stone Cold-style. The fans are hyped to see their man doing so well and showing appreciation with cheers as Kennedy steps away from the corner, then charges forward and connects with a low boot right to Scurll's face. Kennedy then grabs his foe by the ankle, drags him to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover.
1...
...NO!
Tom Phillips: Kickout by the Television Champion.
Mauro Ranallo: And Marty Scurll's reign remains uncancelled.
Kennedy pulls Scurll back to his feet and then traps him in an arm wrench. Torquing the shoulder joint, the asshole looks to wear down his opponent but Scurll closes his free fist into a tight ball and delivers punches straight to Kennedy's gut until the Green Bay native is forced to release him. Marty then hits the ropes and comes back with a running forearm that puts Kennedy on his back before rolling out of the ring himself for a breather while Kennedy regains his vertical base in the ring.
Marty paces around the ring, regaining his composure but Kennedy comes sliding out to meet him. Kennedy comes charging at Scurll with a clothesline but the Villain is able to duck it and runs onto the apron. Kennedy turns around just as Scurll comes forward with a superkick from the apron! Kennedy falls to a knee, keeping himself up with his arm on the apron. Scurll however just walks forward and stomps down on the fingers of Kennedy! Kennedy retreats, holding onto his fingers but Marty looks to continue the attack. He comes up behind Kennedy and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps! Not yet satisfied, he picks up Kennedy's hand and slams it against the steel steps!
Mauro Ranallo: And now we're seeing the vicious side of The Villain.
Corey Graves: It's that cold and calculated style that earned him the Television Championship.
With the referee's count at 7, Scurll slides back into the ring and sits down in the middle of the ring, more than happy with his work. Kennedy is trying to get some feeling in his fingers on the outside but after hearing the ref count to 8, tries to get back up. He ends up putting too much pressure on his shoulder as he goes to get up and falls back down. The ref makes the 9 count and Kennedy powers through and slides back into the ring just in time! Scurll however is all over him, running over and putting the boots to his injured shoulder. He then picks up Kennedy and hits him with the falcon arrow, bringing the leg up for the pin!
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2 . . .
Kennedy gets the shoulder up! It may have been the wrong move however as Scrull just grabs the arm and slightly turns his body to put him in an armbar! Kennedy is trying to wiggle free but Marty has it locked in, stretching his legs out to insure Kennedy can't get up. Being the asshole that he is, Kennedy decides to bite down on the Villain's leg. Marty yells out and releases the hold just enough to where Kennedy is able to roll over and pin Scurll's shoulders to the mat.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Scurll releases the hold to kick out! Marty rolls back to his feet but gets taken down with a running knee lift by Kennedy. The Asshole in Charge goes to pick up Marty but his shoulder is too hurt. He uses his left arm instead brings but Marty by manbun. Scurll fights him off with a few closed fist to the stomach but Kennedy just decks him with a straight right to the face! Marty falls to a knee looking dazed while Kennedy shakes his hand out. He then grabs Scurll's head and plants him with a DDT! Kennedy turns Scurll over and is a bit slow to hook the leg and make the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . . .
Marty kicks out! Kenneyd stays leaned on him, rotating his shoulder to get some motion going. He gets back to his feet and once again grabs the manbun of Marty to pull him up. The referee reprimands him a bit for this but Kennedy doesn't care. He props up Scurll and is about to stick his leg behind Scurll's to sets him up for the Mic Check. but Marty suddenly comes to life and slips behind him, wrapping up his arm and locking in the chicken wing! Kennedy tries to throw him off but Scurll jumps up and warps his legs around the waist of Kennedy's, pulling back to have Kennedy fall and trap him in the middle of the ring!
Corey Graves: Yes here we go! Kennedy's about to tap out!
Tom Phillips: If there's one thing we know about Kennedy however, it's that he's resilient.
Corey Graves: So when he taps out, it'll be an even bigger deal. About time we see eye to eye Phillips.
Kennedy is trying to break free from the hold but is nowhere near the ropes. He starts to try and rock his body back and forth, building up momentum like a pendulum until he's able to roll over. Scurll however rolls with him keep him on his back but it wasn't all in vain as Ken is now closer to the ropes. He's trying to reach is leg out but it's still a bit too far for him to reach. He once again starts to rock back and forth but instead of rolling closer to the ropes, on one of the wind ups, Scurll is able to rolls him back to the center of the ring! Kennedy realizes he has nowhere to go and opts to finally tap out.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, Marty Scurll!
Scurll kicks Kennedy away to rolls out to the apron grabbing at his shoulder. Marty gets handed his Television Championship and raises it high, sending a message to all would be challengers including the former champion until the scene fades out.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the Swiss Superman himself, Cesaro, standing backstage in an empty locker room. Cesaro wears a formal suit like for any occasion. He stands in the center of the camera, speaking to the audience.
Cesaro: “Normally, when I take to the big screen, I try to be a bit more positive.”
Cesaro pauses, returning to speaking momentarily.
Cesaro: “Instead of trying to mask my insecurities when I’ve taken a loss, by shit-talking the rest of the roster, I hone up to my mistakes. Yeah, shocking, isn’t it? I tell you what I did wrong, what I’m going to do, and how that’s going to make me better than I was before. I know, it’s unusual for someone around these parts to just tell things like how they are. Normally, I just try to stand out. Not just in this ring obviously, but in terms of personality too. I try to be that guy everyone wants to be, not because I’m egotistical, that would be quite the opposite, but because I want everyone around the world stand for something greater than themselves. But, now, with the news I’ve to share with you all, I’m afraid, that I’ve no choice, but to stand out in a bad light now. With the bad news I’ve to share, I’m not sure, if I can be all that positive, about my future here in the UWF.”
Cesaro takes a deep breath, pausing, before returning to speaking.
Cesaro: “Last Sunday at Aztec Warfare, I injured my shoulder at Aztec Warfare. For bad publicities sake, I won’t go into detail about all of the medical complications. With the contract I’ve signed with the UWF, I’ve the option to hone up to my injuries, and not place the company at risk for law suit. Fortunately, doctors have informed me that I won’t require surgery, and that I won’t have to sit in a rehab facility for eight months, waiting like a man locked in a white-padded cell, anxiously for my next match that’ll have to come eight months down the line. That’s the good news. On the other hand, however… They’ve also recommended that I take some time away from the ring.”
Cesaro grimaces, continuing in speaking.
Cesaro: “They’ve recommended that I take two – maybe even three – months away from action inside of this ring, due to the possibility of worsening the condition of my shoulder inside the ring. I won’t lie, there’s a part of me that wants to take up that opportunity. There’s that part of me, that wants to play this smart, save the possibility of prematurely ending my career, and take those two or three months off. There’s a roaring bellow in the pit of my stomach, wanting, to leap at that opportunity, because this is the rest of my career that we’re talking about. This is the impending future, this is hard transactional business at its finest.”
Cesaro: “But, I’m not going to back down.”
Cesaro stares intensely into the lens of the camera.
Cesaro: “I refuse to sit on the sidelines, while the rest of this roster leaps at the various opportunities of this golden age of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. I refuse to sit on the sidelines, and look like some kind of side show attraction. I’m the roller coaster everyone comes to the amusement park to see and ride. I’m the new Space Mountain of professional wrestling, and this new Space Mountain isn’t about to go under maintenance for two or three months. No, no, no. I literally ran through this entire roster in Aztec Warfare. At entry number one, damn it! If I can run through this whole roster with just one arm and shoulder, what do you think I can do to a single man?”
Cesaro pauses, yet again, as it appears he’s gearing up to say something.
Cesaro: “My in-ring performance is the pinnacle and epitome of what I do. Which is why I’ve enlisted some help.”
He continues.
Cesaro: “I don’t mean in terms of some unscrupulous help of what I do inside this ring, that’s not what I’m about. But, I need some help in concentrating my efforts where I need to concentrate them. I’ve been known as the strong, silent type throughout my many years, and that’s because I’ve always focused on what’s going on inside the ring, rather than what’s going on outside of it. But, now that I’ve arrived here in the UWF, I’ve been placed out my element; I’ve to continually speak, speak, and speak. I can obviously speak five languages fluently, but professional wrestling is my first language. I’ve enlisted some help to help me concentrate on doing just that. Someone that can just talk, talk, and talk, and to let myself focus on my efforts and energy as to what I’m doing in the ring.”
Cesaro: “That help – that particular man, that professional like I am – is none other,”
He continues to build in anticipation, until-
Cesaro: “Than, Paul Heyman.”
The camera pans left, where see none other than Paul Heyman in his suit and traditional businessman-like attire. Heyman boasts that signature devious smirk aboard his features with his hands folded like the devil himself. He speaks.
Paul Heyman: “Ladies and gentlemen, my name, is Paul… Heyman.”
Paul flashes another devilish grin, before speaking again.
Paul Heyman: “And I’m proud to announce, that my client – Antonio Cesaro – has intelligently decided to enlist my managerial services. I've managed manifold multi-media superstars as you know them today in the UWF; Dave Batista, Brock Lesnar, CM Punk. The list goes on, and on, and on. Every superstar I touch with my grubby hands turns into gold. I am arguably the most influential man in the entire business, and I boast the capabilities to do so with Cesaro, to be his mouthpiece. I wait in eager anticipation for our work in work in the future. Stay tuned, UWF Universe. Click the record button. Remember the moment I said it, because Antonio Cesaro – the Swiss Superman – is about to takeover the world, as you know it.”
And, with Paul Heyman's devilish grin and eyes upon the UWF Universe, the scene fades to black, as Revolution rolls on.
Fans in the arena are quiet when all of a sudden we hear a loud voice over the phone
: Yeah he just loss, but I am telling you it doesn't matter... You see no one likes instant success, and then they start calling you overrated. Trust me... it is all apart of the plan. We got this on lock.The ever curious Charly Caruso comes in with cameras, and we see the man on the phone is Titus O'Neil the fans give a mix reaction, and Titus looks at Caruso, and he finishes his conversation on the phone.
Titus O'Neil: Yeah... You know what we will finish up this call later. Why? An annoying pest came in, and I got to deal with it. Alright yes, and have your people call me soon. Okay bye..
Titus puts his phone away, and he seems annoyed as he talks to Caruso
Titus O'Neil: Caruso what the hell are you doing in here? How do you keep coming in? I swear I need to teach Sin Cara how to lock a darn door. Here is the thing Caruso I know what you're gonna ask.
Oh yeah I know how you reporters go... "Oh Sin Cara lost both huge matches at Rebellion. Titus how will he recover?" You gonna ask something silly like that. Well Caruso here is the thing. Have you not heard of redemption? Yeah you know the stoy of redeeming yourself. Yeah Sin Cara may have lost but here is the thing now people want to know if what Sin Cara did before was just a fluke. They now want to see if Sin Cara can get back to form. That is what they want now, and that is what they're going to get. In fact Reebok is building this as the Redemption tour for Sin Cara. Sin Cara will get his redemption. You see no matter what Titus Worldwide were never in trouble. So Caruso you interrupted me with an important phone call, and so now that I answered your question what could you possibly have for me?
Charly Caruso: Well Titus I was just going to wonder what is the new sponsor? The UWF universe heard the huge news, and after landing Reebok we are all curious what else you got for Sin Cara.
Titus O'Neil: Wait... Hold on do I have wax in my ears? Did I just hear an intelligent question from one Charly Caruso. Oh my goodness finally about damn time you took those night classes. I told you they make you smarter, and boy did they work. Now you talking. You see if you come at me lets just talk business. Caruso trust me I was on the phone with another future client, but this one we landed right after Rebellion.
Win, or lose they were on bored. Once they saw what Sin Cara brought to the table they were hooked. They knew what Sin Cara was bringing was nothing but dollar signs so they latched on like anyone else would.
Charly Caruso: So what is it Titus?
Titus O'Neil: It be better if the man himself told you. Sin Cara! Get on over here. Inform Ms. Caruso on our newest sponsorship.
Sin Cara comes out, and he is wearing his new Sin Cara "REdemption Reebok Shirt" Sin Cara goes and he grabs the mic, and he points at it to see if it works it does, and Sin Cara takes a big breath and says.
Sin Cara: Tecate.
Titus O'Neil: That's right!!! We got Tecate baby!
What other UWF superstar can say that? Huh? Nobody can say that. We got the big bucks rolling Caruso. They wanted a legit star, and we gave them one in Sin Cara. Just wait though Caruso Sin Cara isn't done, because this Reebok Redemption tour is just going to lead Sin Cara straight to success here in the UWF. TV, IC, World title it doesn't matter because Sin Cara is going to dominate it all one day. Now if you don't mind Caruso Sin Cara,
and I have the night off. The night is young, and we... Well we got some Tacate to drink. Let's go Sin Cara.
Titus leaves and Sin Cara looks at Charly Caruso. Caruso moves the microphone in so Sin Cara can say something, but Sin Cara instead just points at Charly, and then points at the camera as Sin Cara walks away as Rebellion moves on.
The beating drums kick off and, the TitanTron flares to life with a very simple image: in plain text, "Dolph Ziggler." There's no fancy lights, no fancy pyrotechnics and no fancy video -- just that driving New Politics theme song and the man himself, the two-time former 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, 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.
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.
VS 
DING DING DING
Jericho is still taking off his jacket in the corner when Ziggler runs out of the corner and hits him with the stinger splash! From there he starts kicking him over and over again until the ref has to back him off. He goes back over though and places Jericho's throat over the middle rope and then places his knee on the back of his head, choking the life out of Y2J. The referee reprimands him but Dolph doesn't care, pushing him to the side and picking up Jericho. He slowly turns him around before hitting a neckbreaker. He simply puts his arm over Chris for the carefree cover.
1 . . .
A quick kickout by Jericho. Dolph gets back up and brings Jericho up along with him. He knees him in the gut and just tosses him through the ropes. Jericho falls to the outside and Dolph stands in the middle of the ring, letting the crowd eat up his show of dominance.
Corey Graves: Look at this, the former UWF Champion is decimating the runner up of Aztec Warfare. If this doesn't prove that nobody could beat him on their own, I don't know what will.
Tom Phillips: He attacked him when he wasn't ready.
Corey Graves: The bell rang Phillips or are you as deaf as you are dumb!
Jericho is recovering on the outside and looks back in the ring to see Dolph just laying back in the corner, using the ropes as his own personal hammock. Jericho slides back into the ring but Ziggler just stays in the same spot so Y2J runs to the corner he's in, looking to take advantage of the nonchalant former UWF Champion. Ziggler rolls out onto the apron but he didn't expect Jericho to springboard off the second rope and turn in mid air to dropkick him off the apron! Ziggler falls to the floor but Jericho isn't done. He hits the ropes and comes back with a baseball slide to knock Dolph into the barricade. Chris high fives a few fans in the front row before picking up Dolph and tossing him right back into the ring. Jericho follows him in but Dolph gets up real quick and catches him off guard with a standing dropkick! This time he scurries to the cover and even puts his feet on the ropes!
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Jericho kicks out! He gets back to his feet right away but catches a knee to the gut by Ziggler. Dolph then whips him to the ropes but Jericho hooks his arms underneath the ropes to stop himself. Ziggler comes running over eats a boot to the face. Or at least that's what Jericho wanted to happen but Ziggler has caught his foot. He throws it down and hits Jericho with another dropkick right to the face! The dazed Jericho's arms loosen and Dolph jumps straight at him and delivers the jumping DDT, spiking Jericho right on his head! Ziggler once again goes for the cover.
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Jericho kicks out! Ziggler looks a little annoyed but doesn't let it get to him. Jericho turns over and tries to get back up but Ziggler just places his boot on the side of Jericho's face and just rubs it on him, washing his face and even slapping him in the back of the head a few times. Jericho suddenly comes to life and starts hammering away at Dolph with forearm shots to the face, backing him up into the corner. Then he starts throwing his shoulder into the midsection of Dolph over and over again. After one thrust, he wraps his arms around Dolph's body and flips him over with the northern lights suplex into a bridge for the pin.
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2 . . .
Ziggler kicks out!
Corey Graves: I'm pretty sure Jericho had him in the corner for longer than 5 seconds and should have been disqualified but if that's what he needs to do to pull out a win then I guess we know why he came up short in Aztec Warfare.
The Aztec Warfare runner up gets back to his feet and goes to pick up Dolph. Ziggler ends up headbutting him in the stomach to temporarily stun him. He follows up by grabbing Jericho by the head and hitting a jawbreaker. Y2J walks away to the ropes grabbing his jaw. Ziggler tries to creep up behind him but Jericho scouts it and turns around to kick him in the gut. From there he gets him up in a vertical suplex but instead of falling back, he throws Dolph forward onto the ropes, Ziggler bouncing back into the ring. Ziggler rolls away in pain, holding his stomach and kicking his legs. Jericho runs over to the ropes and leaps off with the lionsault right in the center of the ring! He goes for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Ziggler kicks out! Jericho stomps on the stomach of Dolph causing Ziggler to turn over onto his stomach to prevent anymore damage. Jericho runs to the ropes again and hits yet another lionsault, this time to the back of Dolph! Ziggler turns back over and so Chris grabs his feet. Dolph starts to squirm his way out of Jericho's grasp as he knows what's coming next.
Mauro Ranallo: He's going for the Walls of Jericho!
Corey Graves: I would be worried but Sheamus isn't here to make Dolph tap out.
Ziggler manages to wiggles around back and forth just enough to make sure Jericho can't turn him over. Jericho decides instead to just position him in the corner and falls back to catapult Dolph into the turnbuckles! Ziggler is stunned He turns around and Jericho nails him with the Codebreaker! Dolph however ends up rolling out of the ring. Jericho tries to grab him on the way out but isn't able to. He goes to the outside to pick up Dolph and toss him back into the ring but he's all dead weight. Luckily Dolph isn't exactly the largest wrestler and so while it does take some time, Chris is able to get him back into the ring. Jericho follows him back in and goes for the pin.
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Ziggler gets the shoulder up! Jericho however goes right back to trying to lock in the Walls of Jericho! Ziggler comes to life knowing what's happening again. He's able to wiggle his way towards the ropes and hold onto the bottom rope. The ref makes Jericho let go and this gives Ziggler ample time to rest up. He starts to pick himself up using the ropes and so Jericho looks to go back on the attack but the ref pushes him back since Ziggler is still holding onto the ropes. Ziggler is finally standing and so Jericho comes over but gets a thumb right to the eye. Jericho is temporarily blinded but he knows he shouldn't turn his back to Ziggler. He runs at Dolph but the former UWF Champion grabs the ref and uses him as a shield. The ref yells out which stops Jericho in his tracks before hitting the ref. He's slightly blinded but can tell he was about to hit the ref. In the slight confusion however Ziggler manages to superkick Jericho from his blind side! Jericho stumbles around, refusing to go down but it's the follow up Zig Zag that topples him and Dolph pins him.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Dolph Ziggler!
The ref goes over to raise Dolph's hand but he yanks it away. He looks at him in disgust and instead just opts to leave. He heads up the ramp, leaving Jericho lying in the ring when suddenly Bobby Roode's music hits. Ziggler stops at the top of the ramp as Roode comes out. He and Ziggler start stare one another down.
Dolph decides to just ignore him and head to the back. Roode watches him leave and turns his attention down to the ring and starts to walk down the ramp.
Tom Phillips: What on earth is Bobby Roode doing here?
Corey Graves: He said he had something planned for tonight but I don' think this is going to end up well for Chris Jericho.
Roode slides into the ring and takes off his jacket. The crowd starts to boo, knowing his intentions right away. He rolls up his sleeves and walks over and picks up Y2J. He doesn't bother posing or doing any of his usual showboating tactics and instead just lifts up Jericho and plants him with the Glorious DDT! He then decides to exit the ring and head over to grab a mic. He hops back into the ring and raises it like he's going to speak.
Instead of giving an explanation or saying anything really, he just tosses the microphone to the ground and instead let's his actions speak for itself. He exits the ring and heads up the ramp all while the fans are booing him. He looks back at Jericho one last time before heading to the back, the officials tending to Jericho as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Promos -Respective TTers
Miz vs Castle - Soup
Rollins vs Cole - Gurt
Scurll vs Kennedy - Crann/Danny
Ziggler vs Jericho - Danny