Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 2:00:48 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: Last week saw Dolph Ziggler beating Chris Jericho in a great match but after that, Bobby Roode made his presence known by attacking Jericho. Tonight Chris Jericho is hosting the Highlight Reel with Bobby Roode as his special guest.
Mauro Ranallo: Plus we've got some terrific action coming here tonight. The Miz won his debut match against Dalton Castle but this week we'll see how he fares against the Television Champion, Marty Scurll.
Tom Phillips: Seth Rollins does battle with Mr. Kennedy and in our main event, Sheamus teams up with Cesaro to take on Vampiro and Adam Cole.
Mauro Ranallo: Strange bedfellows indeed but stranger teams have managed to work together. First however we've got a bout between Corey's favorite wrestler Sin Cara and Dalton Castle take it away Chimel!
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.
Fans in the arena give a mix reaction as Titus O'Neil's theme hits through the PA system. The man behind the Titus Brand comes out, and he has a microphone in hand, and he goes onto speak
Titus O'Neil: Ladies and gentlemen! I would like to introduce to you the REdemption tour sponsored by Reebok. The man who will redeem himself, and become the greatest star you've seen in the UWF. I am talking about the lightweight killing, lane placing, and tecate drinking.... The International sensation....SIN CARA!
Fans in the arena cheer as Sin Cara comes out. Sin Cara looks on and he points at his opponent
Sin Cara goes, and he runs down the ramp, and he jumps up high in the sky clearing the ropes as pyro goes off behind him. Titus begins barking in the background proud of his clients stunt.
DING DING DING
The bell rings but Titus hops onto the apron right away and tells the ref to hold up. He pulls a large towel out from his suit and hangs it over the top rope, the Reebok logo proudly displayed for everyone to see. Sin Cara gives him a thumbs up and Titus gets back down. Castle looks disgusted with the product placement and walks over to take the towel. Titus tells him to put it down and Sin Cara motions for him to do the same. Castle instead decides to stick it in between his legs and rubs it back and forth as if washing his asscrack. Sin Cara has had enough and runs over to dropkick Castle into the corner. Sin Cara picks up the towel and rolls it up, whipping Castle with it. Dalton comes out of the corner grabbing his butt but Sin Cara follows him around the ring, whipping him even more.
Corey Graves: What the hell are we watching. This has got to be a disqualification or something.
Tom Phillips: This is pro wrestling at it's finest!
Corey Graves: You would like this Phillips.
Sin Cara keeps on whipping him but does it one too many times as Castle catches the towel and shakes his head. He tries yanking it out of Sin Cara's hands but the Masked Sensation won't let go. They have a bit of a tug of war until Sin Cara let's go and Caslte goes falling backwards. Sin Cara laughs at him, or we assume he laughs by the way he is holding his belly and pointing at Dalton. The former Television Champion pops back up and throws the towel over Sin Cara's head. Sin Cara doesn't even realize what just happened but knows he can't see. He swings around, trying to hit his opponent but Castle ducks a punch and wraps him up from behind. He lifts him up high and german suplexes him with a bridge for the pin!
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Sin Cara gets the shoulder up! Dalton however keeps the waistlock held in tight. He simply rolls over and deadlifts Sin Cara back up, trying for another german suplex but the luchador elbows him in the side of the head twice. This slightly stuns Castle and so Sin Cara dives down and goes between Castle's legs to flip him forward and face plant him on the mat! Titus is yelling out in excitement but Sin Cara isn't done yet. Wanting to end this match already, he turns over Castle and goes straight to the top rope. He leaps off with a senton but Castle rolls out of the way just in time!
Mauro Ranallo: Nobody home for the Reebok sponsored Sin Cara.
Corey Graves: I still can't believe Reebok fell for whatever Titus was selling. They may not be Nike but this is New Balance move.
Sin Cara goes to get up but Castle comes running over with a knee to the side of the head! Castle picks him right back up and tosses him to the ropes. Sin Cara however bounces off the ropes with a handspring elbow except he is caught in mid air by Dalton! The Charismatic Milkshake shakes his head and throws back Sin Cara with a release german but Sin Cara flips back and lands on his feet. As Castle is getting back up, Sin Cara runs past him and springboards off the second rope to come back with a crossbody. Castle however is able to catch him in mid air yet again! Dalton goes to throw him up in the air but Sin Cara grabs a hold of his head and plants him with a DDT! He then goes for the cover.
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Castle kicks out! Titus is on the outside, giving a few words of encouragement to Sin Cara while The Boys are on the opposite side, fanning their leader. Castle crawls over to the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet. Sin Cara however comes running forward at him but Dalton lifts him up and sends him to the outside. The luchador however lands on the apron and hits Castle with an enziguri to the back of the head. Castle stumbles towards the center of the ring in a daze while Sin Cara springboards into the ring. He's going for another crossbody but Castle catches him in mid air with a froearm smash right to the face! The luchador lands hard and this gives Dalton a bit of a breather. Sin Cara crawls over to the corner and uses it to help him get back to his feet. He turns around just in time to see Castle sprinting over with a running shoulder tackle in the corner but Sin Cara picks his body up to avoid it, hooking Castle's legs and going for a sunset flip bomb! Castle however manages to grab a hold on Sin Cara feet to keep him from completely flipping over. He brings him out of the corner, spinning him around and around until he plants him with the Bang-a-rang! Sin Cara is out of it as Caslte turns him over for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Dalton Castle!
Mauro Ranallo: Dalton Castle says Marty Scurll are you watching.
Corey Graves: Congratulations, he beat the joke of The Cartel, The Villain will show no mercy when his rematch comes.
Titus goes over and helps his client out of the ring while Castle and the Boys pose in the ring after his victory until the show fades out.
The villainous piano riff plays as there appears a familiar villain on the screen.
He gets up from his chair and speaks for the audience sitting at home and attendance. He takes a gander at his umbrella, takes off his glasses and then begins to speak.
Marty Scurll: “Oh well, hello there. If you didn’t already know, my name is “The Villain” Marty Scurll. Many people wonder, “Marty, why are you called the Villain?” You know what I tell them? I tell them about how I’ve changed over the years. Whereas others want to become popular, I have a different path. Back in my youth they used to call me “Party Marty”. That’s when I didn’t know who I was really. I was just existing, just another wrestler. However I wanted more. I was sick of being overlooked so I shown the world. Most people try to get rid of their faults, errors.”
“Look in the brighter scheme of things. I didn’t. I embraced all of my past mistakes and I changed, for the better. Well look at me now, I’m the UWF Television Champion. I beat the “Party Peacock” for that. I didn’t go easy on him, no no. Maybe he reminded me of my own past, the one I killed off. Or maybe it was who I really was. I don’t blame my mistakes, I embrace them to become more aggressive, more hungry for more. Well, what am I doing tonight then? Let me see. Oh that’s right. I’m facing Mike, some of you might know him as “The Miz”.
“I see right through Mike. His fit wife, his fancy clothes, his cocky attitude and do you know what I see? A scared little boy. He knows what I’ve done to people like Ricky Steamboat and Murphy. I’ve let him know. He’s only just turned up on this scene though and he doesn’t want the same thing to happen to him, and I don’t blame him. Who would try and beat me of all people at a wrestling match. What are you a numpty? So, Mike. For our match tonight, when I walk in that ring, I want to let you know. That’s the closest you’ll EVER get to that belt. Long. Live. The Villain.”
The camera cuts, the lights go back to normal.
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: First things first, no need to beat around the bush - ahem - this our first show of 2018 so lets kick things off by wishing everyone a...
Swoggle taps the sound effect button.
Swoggle: Yeah, that's right. Happy New Year, ya degenerates. We've all made it around the sun again, and while I'm inclined to believe that not a damn thing changed except the numbers I write on cheques and bills, my co-host has informed me that he has taken the higher road and committed to some resolutions.
Kennedy: Well, that's the idea, anyway. I figured I'd start off big with a half dozen or so, and if I can make it to Labor Day with one still going strong then that'll be a victory in and of itself.
Swoggle: Aim for the C's and the A's will seem all the more special, huh?
Kennedy: Exactly.
Swoggle: So what do ya got for us Ken? Oh, wait...
The UWF's little bastard hits the button again.
Kennedy: Okay, ready for it? This year, I'm gonna win me some UWF gold.
Swoggle doesn't say anything as he stares blankly over at his co-host.
Kennedy: What?
Swoggle: Nothing... just... that's more of a "goal" than a resolution, isn't it?
Kennedy: I assure you it's all the same.
Swoggle: Even if that were true, you'd have to win some matches first, wouldn't you?
Kennedy: Well, yeah, but that's resolution number two - lose less. Or, I dunno, win more. Try harder. That's three more right there. Look, you, me, everyone else knows I can kick every can they got backstage, it's just a matter of...
Swoggle: Showing up to work sober? Checking the work schedule to see who you're booked against at any point before the very last minute? Hitting the gym like... ever? Learning some new moves? Studying some tape of these other guys? Did I already say showing up to work sober?
Kennedy: All great suggestions buddy. What am I at now? Like nine resolutions?
Swoggle: Yeah, about that many.
Kennedy: Then let's make it a perfect ten...
Swoggle interrupts him by hitting the sound effect button again.
But before the song can even get going, Kennedy cuts that mediocre shit off and finishes his sentence.
Kennedy: As I was saying, I'll round it off at ten by resolving to kick Seth Rollins' ass tonight, and again any other time I have to step in the ring with that goofy looking doucheclown. I've had it up to here with these dress-up, millennial pat-themself-on-the-back, snowflake jackoffs. If I'm gonna win me that gold then I don't have time to wait in line behind a greasy jerkwad like Seth Rollins.
So let's start this year off with a bang. One Mic Check puts this yahoo down for the three count, mark my words pal.
Swoggle: Marked 'em.
Kennedy: Then that's about all the time we've got for tonight folks. Stay tuned for 2018's first true ass-kicking. You're not gonna want to miss it, that's a Kennedy Guarantee.
Swoggle: This has been ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5... have a good night and in this new year, may it always be hard enough. That's our prayer for you, America. PEACE!
The show fades out while Revolution continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Jericho!
The camera arrives on Jericho, who is already in the ring with everything all set up and ready to go for...
Chris Jericho: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to The Highlight Reel!!
Chris Jericho: Here we are in a brand new year. Everybody's got a chance at a fresh start. People like you and me are making resolutions for how they can convince themselves that they're improving their lives. Everybody is in the holiday spirit. Last time I was here, it was 2017. It was the main event. I'm lying helplessly in the middle of the ring. I'm about to do the most epic kip-up this world has ever seen when suddenly, somebody's theme music plays. Piano music echoes throughout the arena. A certain man by the name of SpongeBobby Roode walks out, not to get back at his rival, but to attack me. Not only that, but it was unprovoked. Or was it? Ladies and gentlemen, here to help me answer that question, my guest tonight, Bob "The Builder" Roode.
Jericho motions to the stage for Roode to come make his way out but nothing happens. Chris taps his watch as if to tell him to hurry up but still, no response.
Chris Jericho: Well Bobby? What are you waiting for? This whole arena wants to know what you have to say about your actions at the end of Revolution last week. Go ahead. Spit it out. We don't have all day. I've got like 10 more minutes on this segment. Come on now. Say something. Anything. Don't leave me hanging now. Time is money, and you're wasting it like a guy who thinks competing directly with the NFL would be a great idea. Let's go. Hurry it up a bit. We've all got to be somewhere in the morning. These people have lives to get back to, so sometime today, please.
Jericho stares at the stage, still waiting for Roode to come out but still nothing. Finally the feed from the titantron comes on but it's Bobby Roode on his way to leave the arena. Suddenly Jeremy Borash comes running into the frame, ready to interview Roode.
Jeremy Borash: Excuse me Bobby, you were supposed to be a guest on Chris Jericho's highlight reel. Bobby, last week you attacked to Chris Jericho after his main event match against Dolph Ziggler. What were your intentions? Bobby?
Bobby Roode: Do you ever shut up!?
Roode looks at JB with disbelief before answering.
Bobby Roode: My intentions? What were my intentions? Really JB? I thought you were different. I thought that you were a man who made sense. I thought that you had some intelligence in that head of yours but you are just like these people. All these other people and that has disappointed me. I am really frustrated right now and I am furious... Because everybody should have understood my actions because they were too damn clear. But since you are nothing but an idiot just like these people... I am going to clear your mind. But this will be the last time you are interviewing me because you are fired. You know you were not under contract with UWF. You were my special interviewer and you are fired! That's right! I don't want another stooge around me so consider yourself fired! Good luck in future endeavours! Actually, you won't get any other job because you got this one because I am merciful but you wasted this opportunity! Now go away! You are fired!
Roode stops and thinks for a few seconds.
Actually, you know what? You are fired from now on! Your contract with me is terminated! Get out! Get the hell out! Get out of my sight you nothing piece of shit! Get out!
JB seems baffled and he leaves as Roode takes the mic away from him.
So... You people want to know why I attacked Chris Jericho? Do you Chris want to know why I hurt you? You all are idiots because as I said, my intentions were clear. Now before I tell you my intentions, I am going to make you people do some brainstorming. Some thinking because you don't do that much, do you? Your tiny brain got all dusty like an ancient thing in ruins as it has been unused for ages! Now... Think me and think Chris Jericho. First think Chris Jericho and all those things he did. Yeah, he did a lot of things. He had accomplished great things and he deserved that. He is great, he earned them but... Did he deserved and earned all of those chances he got? All those title matches, main events, posters... Did he deserved that? Did he earned that much? Did he earned #30 spot at Aztec Warfare? I don't think so. He did some fine job but he didn't deserve all those chances that he got over and over and over and over again. He got them on a silver platter because of his career, because what he had done before and because of... You people. Because you loved his nonsense comedy: robotic Renee, scarves, stupid idiots, lists... And all those things that made no sense in a wrestling ring. But he still got all those chances because he was Chris Jericho that all of you dearly loved...
And me?.. There was me who became 2017 Royal Rumble winner, all by myself and my hardwork and intelligence. I won Universal Title at Wrestlemania and I got that shot because I won Royal Rumble! Then I got jumped and I lost my title at the very same night... I am doing this all over again, my career in UWF in a nutshell but I am doing it because your thick heads just can not get it! So... Then I got my rematch after doing Flair's dirty work, doing some things that I shouldn't have done but authority put me through... And there was my rematch. Finally. The rematch that was stated in my contract. The rematch that I got months later, against for other people in a Triple Cage... What the hell is that? That made no-sense. But still, despite all odds, all the unfavouritism, I did it. I became Universal Champion for the second time. Then I got screwed once again, this time by that wicked bitch Stephanie McMahon...
And while all this were happening, Chris Jericho opportunities over and over again while I had to fight for it, even when I was entitled to rematches! And here I was at Aztec Warfare, despite beating Dolph Ziggler on the very first show of Revolution! I should have faced him but no! There had to be Aztec Warfare! And as Jericho v Ziggler was supposed to happen, Jericho got the last spot... Another chance that he squandered. Another chance that he missed. Another chance that he was given...
So is it clear now dummies? Do you finally get it? It was about making a point to people like Jericho who takes opportunities as they like! To authority who ignored me for far too long! It was a reaction! A reaction that boldly stated that I am here! That I am the face of this company! I am the man! Not Ziggler, not Sheamus and not even that favourite of yours and management... Chris Jericho... I am sick and tired of waiting my opportunity. I am sick and tired of being at the back of the line despite I deserve everything more than people that is at the front of the line! So there are no more lines. No more waiting time. I am sick of waiting. I did my time of waiting. Now it is time to get what is mine. And Chris Jericho... This is not because I am jealous of you, because I am sick of you and people like you. Congrats, you are in front of the line... Line of getting your ass kicked by me! Because you made the list first... But there will be no scarves... Just my robe. Around your neck as I strangle you to the death of your career. And now Chris, now you people...
Roode slowly says...
Do you get what I am saying to you right now... You stupid idiots?
Roode turns away and gets into a limo that drives out of the arena. Jericho is in the ring with a smirk on his face, shaking his head as the live feed goes elsewhere.
As Revolution continues, the show cuts to a black screen. As the black persists, the building climax of Sheamus' theme starts to play - suddenly it breaks out into the full apex of "Hellfire" as the screen shows a montage of Sheamus giving Brogue Kicks and powerful manouvers to various opponents, leaving them flattened or hurt.
Sheamus: People keep telling me I should be grateful. Appreciatin' the better things.
The screen shows a slowmo of Sheamus planting Jericho with a Brogue Kick, pinning him and holding the title high at Rebellion.
Sheamus: Well, I tell them that I am. I sure am, fella.
The montage gets more violent, showing Sheamus hitting moves such as the High Cross or White Noise, along with more painful-looking manouvers.
Sheamus: I'm grateful for the thing I love the most in this world. The fight, the sweat, the blood and the tears. I'm grateful that more than anything else, I get to fight the toughest, most dangerous opponents on the planet.
The screen finally shows Sheamus victorious and standing on the middle rope, his arms spread wide as he roars a battlecry to the crowd who cheer back at him.
Sheamus: That's what being a warrior's about. And I ain't ever gonna give that up.
Once more, the song picks up to show many more strikes and kicks being hit in a much more sped up motion with hard cuts between different matches and attacks, eventually finishing with a title card reading 'SHEAMUS', with celtic designs covering the name and a green background to accompany it. The screen cuts again, away from the promo and onto the next segment of Revolution.
The scene opens up to Mr. Rollins in a backstage area. He turns and faces the camera and makes sure that the UWF Universe can hear what he has to say.
Seth Rollins: “I fear no man. I fear no demon. I fear no evil. Mr. Kennedy says he wants to turn a new leaf in this year. I can help rip that leaf out for you real quick. You see, your little rant last week tells me that you don’t know the world of trouble that you could potentially be in. Every match I have now is a war about life or death. Losing is no longer an option to me. A man like you wouldn’t get it, you don’t understand it. You think coming out and speaking into a large microphone is intimidating to me. You talk about eating a meal while listening to me talk, and losing your appetite before coming down the ramp. You see, you lost the battle before it even started and you don’t even realize it.”
“You haven’t prepared for me and this match like you should have. It’s going to bite you in the ass. You see I was like you a few weeks ago. I should have taken Sheamus down earlier, I had two chances to do it but I failed. Now he has what I want on his waist. You, are in the same boat. You should have taken me down, you should have stabbed me when you had the chance. But you didn’t. You wanted to eat your little meal. You wanted to play with your mic. You wanted to make your senseless rant and talk about my entrance music. There is nothing that you said or can do that won’t stop my foot from coming crashing down on your head. You will suffer the same fate as Cole last week. You’re going to suffer the same fate as the one that wears face paint. You call yourself a salty, grizzled veteran but all I see is a soft cupcake outlined with sprinkles. You’re as soft as you are stupid and in this ring, I’m going to eat your ass alive. You want to talk about appetites? I’m starving and the only thing that will curb my hunger is beating you in the ring and kicking your ass. I’m going to be the one to shut that damn mouth of yours up for once. The times have changed Ken, the guards are changing. It’s my time now and I’m not John Cena. I’m Seth freaking Rollins and I won’t be stopped.”
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.
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 taps his Television title for good luck then gets near to the ring.
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 and holds his title high. Ready for this bout.
DING DING DING
Marty comes out of the corner, ready to fight but Miz puts up his hands as if to say hold on. He motions for Maryse to come over so she gets on the apron and gives Miz a kiss for good luck. Marty rolls his eyes while Miz and Maryse stare at him. Marty yells "Come on and fight ya numpty!". Miz looks a little annoyed but comes to the center of the ring to tie up. Marty immediately gains control and takes Miz's arm. He gets him in a simple wrist lock but Miz scrambles to the ropes and tells the ref to break the hold. The ref obliges and gets Marty to release the wrist. The Villain backs up with a smile on his face but he gets blindsided with a forearm to the face! Miz then gets on top of him and just starts throwing down forearms to the face until the ref has to pull him off at the count of 4.
Marty is a bit dazed, not expecting that kind of attack by The Miz. He sits up but Miz comes running over with a boot to the face to knock him back down. He gets on top of Scurll for a quick cover but Marty kicks out before even a 1 count. Marty tries to get back to his feet but Miz hits him with a shoot kick to the chest. He continues the onslaught, hitting him with the world famous It Kicks. He takes a step back and readies the final kick but when he swings for it, Marty pops up and catches his foot. He shakes his head before bringing down his elbow on the thigh of The Miz. The Awesome One limps around the ring to get away but Marty comes up behind him and grabs a fistful of hair. He bends him back in an inverted facelock before lifting him up for the inverted suplex! He then turns him over for the pin.
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Miz kicks out! Maryse looks slightly relieved on the outside but she shouldn't be because Marty is looking to dish out even more punishment. Miz starts crawling towards his wife but Marty comes over and steps on one of his hands. Miz looks up and Marty picks him up in a front facelock. Miz however starts to run forward and smashes Marty back first into the corner. From there he punches him in the face a few times before retreating to the opposite corner. He then runs back at Marty, jumping into him with the awesome clothesline. The camera zooms in on his face as so he fixes his hair and gives the camera a wink.
Corey Graves: As much as I like The Villain, The Miz is a movie star and even better than that, he's an action star. That means he's been taught tons of dangerous and unique ways to take down enemies.
Tom Phillips: He hit him with a clothesline in the corner.
Corey Graves: I've never seen you hit a clothesline Phillips so how about you shut your mouth when a grown man is speaking!
Miz gets out of the corner and walks up to Marty. He picks him up and sets him up for a suplex. Marty however tries to fight him off when he goes upside down, hitting him in the face and so The Miz just turns and drops Marty forward onto the ropes, The Villain's air getting knocked out of him and springing back into the ring. Marty is on his knees trying to breathe but Miz comes up and DDT's him right there! Marty isn't moving and so Miz turns him over for the pin.
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Scurll kicks out! The Miz gets back to his feet and stands behind Scurll, waiting for him to get back to his feet. Marty is able to get back to a vertical base and that's when Miz slips in behind him to go for the Skull Crushing Finale but Scurll is able to throw him forward. Miz rolls through to get back to his feet and charges at Scurll with a clothesline but Marty ducks it. Miz turns around and sees Marty going for a superkick. He puts his hands up to block it but Marty let's out a "Just Kidding!" and superkick him in the knee! The Miz buckles down to his knees and Marty grabs his hand. He tells the crowd to shush and then proceeds to snap the fingers of The Miz!
Mauro Ranallo: The phalanges of The Miz just got wrecked!
Corey Graves: What does Marty think he's doing, The Miz needs his fingers to act!
Miz is still on his knees, holding onto his fingers and looking at Maryse who can barely stand to look at him from pure disgust. Marty takes advantage of this slight distraction and goes ahead and superkicks The Miz in the jaw! Scurlls then hooks his legs for the cover.
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The Miz kicks out! Marty ends up grabbing a hold of Miz's arm and brings him back up to a vertical base. This time he grabs the fingers of the opposite hand, wanting to break the other fingers of The Miz. The most Must See UWF Superstar knows what's coming though and tries to fight back with a stiff forearm shot to the face. Marty absorbs it and just pulls back on Miz's fingers to have him drop back down to his knees in pain. Scurll is about to snap his fingers but Miz comes back with a couple of shots to the gut with his free hand. Miz is able to then free his hand and go on the offensive, backing Scurll into the corner and unleashing a bunch of punches to the head. The ref counts to 4 and The Miz is forced to let up. That brief opening however lets Scurll come out of the corner and poke the eyes of the Awesome One! Miz turns away and so Marty comes up behind him and goes for the Chicken Wing!
Miz tries desperately to fight it off but Marty still has his back. The Miz simply starts to run backwards and ends up smashing Scurll in the corner. This gives Miz a brief breather but not nearly as long as he expected as Marty pops up to the second rope and grabs The Miz's head. He's able to get him in a dragon sleeper, actually lifting him up off the mat! The ref counts to four and Scurll finally let's go. The Miz stumbles out of the corner and Scurll runs after him, rolling him up with a school boy and grabbing a hold of the tights for the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
The ref stops counting when Maryse hops onto the apron and yells out that Scurll has a handful of tights! Marty lets go of the pin and goes to get in Maryse's face. Marty is yelling at her but she doesn't want to hear any of it, doing her signature hand in the face gesture. The ref tries to get between the two and tells Maryse to get off the apron. The Miz however comes sneaking up on Scurll and hits him with a low blow! If that wasn't enough, he moves him closer to the center of the ring and plants him with the Skull Crushing Finale! Maryse steps down off the apron and ref goes over to make the count.
1 . . .
2 . . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Miz!
Miz and Maryse celebrate in the ring, posing for all to see after scoring a big win over the Television Champion. They exit the ring just as Scurll is coming to. Before he can realize what just happened, they're already halfway out of the arena to celebrate even more. Scurll slaps the mat in anger but the crowd soon pops as Dalton Castle and The Boys make their way out onto the stage.
Castle looks down at the defeated Scurll who finally notices him. Castle just gives off that cocky smirk he always has and shakes his head. With the snap of his finger, The Boy head to the back and he along with them as the camera fades out.
: "How long are you going to keep me waiting, Ian?"
The scene opens up on footage taken earlier this week of a dark, muddy, and dreary park. On a lonely bench sitting close towards a small hill leading down a graveyard sit two gentlemen. One with reasonably flamboyant yet business casual clothing whos face is purposefully obscured. The other man holds in his hands the Intercontinental Championship, signaling none other than the Dark Angel, Vampiro, who's dressed on point as if he was at a job interview. On his unpainted face, he holds a glare at the other man after hearing these words.
Vampiro: "Until the time is right. We need to strike while the iron is hot."
The other man scoffs at this.
: "And Aztec Warfare wasn't that right time like we had originally planned?"Vampiro: "I couldn't help myself. For one final night, that was about Vampiro, not Ian, going in and dominating the competition."
: "Still, I think it was an idiotic idea for you to rush in with no help. We'd have the International and Intercontinental Championships in our laps right now if you'd just let me hop in. Crack a few skulls, stab a few people with that spike I lent you."Vampiro would usually snap, maybe yell, get angry at a comment like this. But he sits apathetically, taking in a breath and nodding as he looks around.
: "How are we doing on Rollins? Has he taken notice?"Vampiro: "He uttered my name. That's enough of a notice for me. Look at it this way... saving you from showing up at Aztec Warfare did us more good than harm. Rollins won't know what hit him, he'll pay for his sins when you make your mark."
: "What your saying is, I'm like a little wrapped up Jack in the Box, only instead of scaring him, I end up stabbing him?"Vampiro: "Hey, there's a Plan B right there."
The two share a hardy yet low laugh with one another, but Vampiro goes back to business.
Vampiro: "What about your situation with Ethan Carter?"
The mystery man removes from his jacket pocket a pink note, waving it for Vampiro too see.
: "You're looking at the newest member of the unemployment lounge. Got my pink slip today. Simply put; fuck him. You try working with that prick. Every week I'd pitch a match idea or two, whether it was on Nitro or NXT, and I'd get the thumbs down."Vampiro: "Lucky you that I dialed the right digits after NXT folded. Now, Ethan Carter and Seth Rollins are gonna pay for their sins. "Double Trouble", you could say."
: "I didn't take you for much as a comedian, Ian."Vampiro: "I'm full of surprises. Well... I can be certain of one thing my friend, this is the start of something beautiful. The world's going to know the horror that is The Forgotten Sins."
: "You even already came up with a name? Not bad, could use some work but, we'll get the kinks out later. Speaking of- you got paired up with Adam Cole tonight?"Vampiro: "It seems so. He tries to double cross me, or starts to get in my way, it's elementary what I'll do to him."
: "Good luck, remember, give me the call soon when you feel it's time. Knock 'em dead."Vampiro stands up, while the other man removes a bottle of nail polish from his coat jacket, and begins to slowly apply a coat of it on his fingernail as he crosses a leg, only furthering pushing this is no regular man. Vampiro looks on with a nod before turning around and walking away, holding his Intercontinental Championship in hand as the screen fades too black.
While Revolution rolls on, the camera cuts to the show's title card before cutting again to show the International Champion Sheamus sitting and facing an off-screen interviewer. He's wearing one of his own shirts, with the title over his shoulder.
Interviewer: I'm here with the new International Champion, Sheamus. So, let's get down to business here, champ. You've won the title, and with your celebration last week, Dolph Ziggler had some choice words for you. Can we get some thoughts on that?
Sheamus seems to pause and think, glancing aside before he looks to the interviewer and gives an awkward shrug.
Sheamus: I don't know, fella. I wasn't listening that much, but I know that it doesn't matter. Dolph knew what that match was all about when he went into it. Hell, all he talked about going into it was how he was gonna sit back and wait for his opportunity to win it. And like he's misunderstood that, I think he's misunderstood me. I ain't a goody-two-shoes, going around kissing babies or trying to win hearts and minds. If people like me, they cheer me, that's good for them and more power to 'em. But do you know the reason I always want to fight? Why I want to have slugfests with all these guys on the roster?
Sheamus stares at the interviewer, who shakes his head off-screen before realizing he can't be seen, and obviously clears his throat to remind people he's there.
Interviewer: Uh, no. I don't. But-
Sheamus: It's because I like it.
The interviewer goes silent once again as Sheamus simply continues talking like he isn't there.
Sheamus: I love to kick people in the head or throw 'em into a barricade. It ain't out of some sick enjoyment of pain, like Vampiro. And it isn't because I got some kind of superiority complex, either. I love the feeling of a fight, of the struggle, the adrenaline going through my veins as I don't know how dangerous that other guy's gonna be when I back him into a corner. That's why I loved Aztec Warfare. No rules, nothing holding me back. I ain't all caught up in this idea of being a role model, that's why I helped bend that fella like a pretzel at Rebellion. Felt good to take his belt, too.
Sheamus sits back in the chair again, staring at the interviewer who clears his throat once again.
Interviewer: Got it. Just a last question, speaking of Vampiro - he and Adam Cole, your opponents on the upcoming Revolution main event. What's your thoughts on them?
Sheamus: I find that I kind of like Vampiro, honestly. Sick bastard's got a bit of charm to him, even if he's a bit up his own arse, and I'm looking forward to the fight. But, talking of egos, we'll get to that Adam Cole fella. It was a bit weird for me to look at the card, because I swore that I've faced Seth Rollins twice already. His type? I talked a lot about them. They all fall down the same way, but maybe this fella's a different one, eh? I hope so. It'll be more fun to have an actual tag team match, rather than me and Cesaro beating on Vamp while he tries to lug around dead weight.
Sheamus chuckles as the interviewer does the same, though slightly hesitant. You can hear the shuffle of pages as the interview slowly fades to black, transitioning to the next segment.
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.
]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, both men are ready and meet in the middle of the ring. As a show of respect, Rollins extends his hand out to Kennedy. The crowd is a bit on edge after this same exchange with Adam Cole the week prior, and Mr. Kennedy chuckles as he obliges to the handshake. Both men laugh hardy like with one another before Kennedy takes a stiff shot to the stomach of Rollins, which knocks the wind out of him. Kennedy still with Rollins hand pulls him in for a lariat that knocks him down. He runs the ropes and jumps over a downed Rollins. As he comes back on rebound, Rollins is up and throws Kennedy for an arm drag. The two stand and now Kennedy is the one with the armdrag before both men lock up. The struggle for control as both try to push the other but like two bulls the pair meet at a stalemate. It isn't until Rollins is able to sneak behind Kennedy and lock his hands at his gut the favor is in his hands. He tries to lift up Kennedy for a mat slam but Kennedy keeps his feet planted, trying to unlock Seth's hands. Seth is able to heave him up, only to meet a nasty elbow to the ear which almost knocks him back, but Kennedy runs forward to the ropes. Rollins tries to bring him backwards for a roll up but Kennedy manages too hook his arms under the top rope, flinging Rollins off. As Rollins gets back to his feet, Kennedy knocks the spit out of his mouth with a nasty Yakuza kick. He goes for the cover early.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Corey Graves: "Ya know these two aren't going to be holding back. Although they've had plenty of momentum as of late, their win/loss records haven't been the best. A win is definetely needed for one of these guys."
Rollins takes in a big gasp of air as he kicks out at the last minute. Kennedy stands up Rollins and whips him into the corner. He runs after him but meets a boot too the face as Rollins blocks him. He stands up on the middle rope, gives a bit of a "Bring it" taunt and jumps for a picture perfect crossbody, only for Kennedy too hold him in mid air! Kennedy looks as if he's superman with Rollins in his arms, but it appears looks are deceiving, as Kennedy's legs give out and Rollins is on him for the pin!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Kennedy kicks out and quickly rolls out of the ring in bit of a pout. Rollins stand over and stares at Kennedy, who argues with some fans who mock him. Seeing this as an advantage, Rollins runs the ropes behind him, and on rebound shoots at Kennedy like a missle as he crashes into him for a suicide dive! He knocks Kennedy right into the barricade, but on the landing seemed to have once again messed up his injured knee. He tries to stand Kennedy up, but the ever so reslient asshole makes a move and shoulder tackles Rollins into the apron. The pain on Rollins face is clear as Kennedy kicks his leg, stomping away. The referee on the inside has to count up too six before Kennedy decides enough is enough. He tosses Rollins in and follows after, only to immeadetly drag Rollins over to the turnbuckle post and go on the outside himself. He takes both legs, wraps them around the post, and has a picture perfect Figure Four Leg Lock! In his mocking way he shouts WOO! at the top of his lungs, as the ref starts counting. Rollins is in pain and punches the mat. At the count of four, Kennedy finally gives in. He stands up on the apron and looks too hit the striking knee.
Maruo Ranallo: "Well Corey, like you've just pointed out both of these men definetely could use the win. This aggresive side of the "Grizzled Vet" is definetely proving that fact correct."
Kennedy rolls into the ring with a smirk, and slowly lifts up the injured Rollins by the hair. Rollins however pushes Kennedy out of his face and nails a nasty Superkick! Kennedy stands up, dazed and dizzy, and Rollins isn't finished as he takes Kennedy under his arm, and slams him down with a nasty front face lock DDT! He's not finished yet as he climbs the top rope, hitting his knee to get feeling into it before jumping in the air for a beautiful frog splash! He nails it and goes for the cover!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Kennedy just barely kicks out, and Rollins is fired up. He claps his hands, and slowly but surely the fans get on their feet and join in. He stands up, egging Kennedy to get up with a shout. Kennedy is only able to get up too a knee, but Rollins waits until he's up on his feet and goes for another superkick! But no! Kennedy at the last moment ducked under the kick and tripped Rollins under neath himself, making him eat shit on the way down. Rollins gets up and turns around, frustrated and pissed beyond belief, but he only sees Kennedy's arm as he he gets ready to lock in the Mic Check! Rollins hits Kennedy with a few quick elbows to the head knocking him away. Rollins kicks him in the gut looking for the pedigree! But no! Kennedy is able to throw him over his head with a reversal, but Rollins is holding onto the legs, knocking Kennedy down for the pin!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, Seth, Rollllllllliiiiiiiiiiiins!"
Rollins has a look of other shock and disbelief at one moment. The next, a sly and cock smile shows up on his face. Kennedy, on the other hand, sits on the mat with a death stare at Rollins, adjusting his jaw and spitting his gum out to the floor before rolling out. He shakes his head as he heads back up the ramp. Rollins, on the other hand, is happy with himself, raising his arms up in vict-
"FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN!"
The heavy hitting theme of the UWF Intercontinental Champion booms out of nowhere, and immediately Seth is on edge and ready to fight as he stands in the middle of the ring. It's too late though, as out from the crowd comes the champ himself, and like a hellbat he runs in and slips under the bottom rope, stalking Rollins from behind like a fiend. It isn't until the titantron switches too the camera, showing the ring itself, that Rollins knows Vampiro's there, but it's too late as Vampiro spits a Red Mist into his eyes! Rollins falls down immeadetly and starts rubbing his eyes, stomping his feet as Vampiro stands above him proud like. He croutches down and lifts Rollins head up by his hair, and with a sick cackle starts to pound into Rollins face with repeated punches. Too add to this sickness, Vampiro begins mashing the red liquid on his own painted face, yelling at Rollins with each punch to the head. Rollins is covering up to no avail, and no one's coming out too do a thing. Vampiro stands up and from his jacket removes an iron spike that he's been holding for the last few weeks. The crowd boo tenfold, and just as Vampiro is about to go ham with it on Rollins-
Kurt Angle! Seth Rollins mentor runs out too the ring full speed. And Vampiro simply backs away with a grin. Angle enters the ring, and with a pissed off look takes off his business jacket and throws it down, yelling and getting in Vampiro's face. Rather than pick a fight with Angle, Vampiro simply cackles once more, rolling out and under the bottom rope. Angle looks on with a glare, but kneels over to help Rollins. Vampiro begins to walk off, but in disturbing fashion, he looks behind at Kurt dead in the eyes with a sadistic cackle as the paramedics begin to roll out and the feed moves on.
As UWF Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see a lone cameraman – not him visible of course, only what his camera is showing – patrolling backstage, until a variety of muffled voices are heard from one of the nearby locker rooms. The camera pivots left, and approaches the doorway of the locker room, the voices growing louder. He opens the doorway up by a smidge, and inside, it reveals both Paul Heyman and Cesaro discussing some very important business matters. With the camera hidden, the superstar and manager combination continue to speak.
Paul Heyman: “Look, all I’m saying—”
Cesaro: “I won’t hear it. It’s not an option.”
Paul Heyman: “Because you won’t make it an option!”
Cesaro: “Yeah, I won’t.”
Paul Heyman: “Look, Antonio – I know how it is. I know you won’t sacrifice your principles. But, think about the future of your career! All you need to do, are to take two months off – that’s all.”
Cesaro: “This is a blooming period for the Ultimate Wrestling Federation, Paul; it’s 2018, and we’re getting into Wrestlemania season.”
Paul Heyman: “Eugh, won’t you listen to reason?”
Cesaro: “I’ve already listened to reason. I’ve already heard the doctors read off to me the potential harms of the future, like they were some kind of robot, spitting out an automated dialogue; I’ve already made up my mind, Paul. Placing myself on the shelf is not an option. Not now, not ever. Not when Wrestlemania is on the horizon, and I have a check to cash and a pride to fulfill. I worked through the entire roster with one arm, and if I can do that to nineteen of them – what can I do to a single man? I realize I make myself a target to anyone smart enough to target my shoulder – but that’s a risk you always run into inside a ring. Watch any wrestling match. Something always happens to someone’s arm, leg, head – you name it. From now on, I not only run the risks about the future of my career – but I run the risks, I am the risk. I’m Cesaro, and I’m the most capable competitor on this entire roster. Bar none.”
Paul Heyman: “—Fine, fine. I’m just tired of arguing this with you. Look, you have a match to compete in tonight. Let’s head to Gorilla position, already.”
Cesaro: “Aye. That’s something we can agree on.”
Cesaro and Paul both turn to see the cameraman poking his camera through the peak in the door. Cesaro and Paul see the cameraman, their eyes turning wide, as the cameraman knows he fucked up and suddenly hauls ass down the hallway with a loud shuffle of the camera, and with that, Revolution rolls on.
The camera takes us backstage where the two-time UWF world champion Dolph Ziggler is posing for a selfie with none other than a living legend of the wrestling business — RIC FLAIR! The fans watching this segment on the 'tron in the arena pop, but only for the legendary Horseman and not for the man posing with him. Ziggler smiles wide for the camera, as does Ric.
A moment after the shot is established, Dolph shoves Ric off of himself and brushes his shoulder.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
There you go, old man. Now you can say you were within arms length of a living legend and that you got to not only see, but touch the single most talented professional wrestler to ever live. Now go "style" and "profile" in whatever rehab you dragged your pathetic, pruny ass out of to come and beg for a job again, you reject.
Ric looks sincerely hurt and the fans in the arena boo as Dolph flips him the bird. He walks away, seemingly dejected, and Dolph turns to address the masses.
Whew, it's like charity sometimes with these old guys. They think because they ran a show during the territory days they can hold a candle to you, but this isn't the 'roid-driven business it used to be and none of the fatties of the 50s, schmucks of the 60s, screwjobs of the 70s or idiots of the 80s will ever hold a candle to today's gold standard in me, Dolph Ziggler. Honestly, when I retire from this business I'm going to have so much money and so many women fawning over me that I'll never need to work another day in my life — not that I feel like I'm working these days. I mean, have you seen the other guys in this locker room? I'm coasting and I'm still crushin--
Suddenly, Ric shoves Dolph out of frame and turns to the camera, shouting 'WOO!' The fans shout along with him, but the moment of glory is punctuated all too quickly with a loud and sickening crack as a boot connects with the side of Flair's head and he goes sprawling back out of the shot. The camera momentarily turns his way, but Dolph's hand grabs it by the lens and puts the focus back on himself as someone screams for a medic and Flair groans out of frame.
Idiot.
Ziggler chuckles to himself as the fans continue to boo. He leans into the camera now, as if sharing a secret.
But, do you know who is the biggest loser of all back there? It's Sheamus. That so-called Celtic Warrior is a character right out of the Hogan days. Hell, put some neon paint on his face and he'd pass as a ginger Sting. It's kind of pathetic when you think about it, but guys like that just don't have a place in the business anymore. Sure, he might have my title, but he's just keeping it warm for me after winning it through shady means. I mean, everyone and their mom saw that 2-on-1 situation that happened in Aztec Warfare, nobody's blind. They know his reign doesn't have a shred of legitimacy to it. Still... for those who might be holding out on that last little shred of hope? Well, I'm gonna snuff it out tonight.
Dolph then pulls back and puts a finger over his lip, hissing, 'Shh!'
Just... let's keep this our little secret, huh?
His part said, Dolph walks out of frame, stepping over the still-comatose Flair. The feed moves on.
The feed cuts to where EC3 is in his office standing by.
EC3: Oh hello there. I hope you've been enjoying this week's Revolution as much as I have. So much has already happened that I think it's time I start announcing some matches for our next Pay Per View. Obviously we all know Dolph Ziggler will get his rematch for the UWF Championship against Sheamus but what about the Intercontinental Championship? It's obvious that Vampiro and Seth Rollins have some sort of beef and after eliminating him in Aztec Warfare and getting a win over Mr. Kennedy, I've decided that Seth Rollins has more than earned an opportunity to face Vampiro for that Championship.
If that wasn't enough, Bobby Roode wants to prove himself. He says I've given Chris Jericho opportunity after opportunity and you know what, he's right. So this is his big opportunity. Prove to me you're more than the man who ran away to be king of lesser competition and maybe you'll see yourself getting a championship opportunity in the future. That's all for now but you can bet that next week I'll have more matches to announce.
EC3 smiles at the camera as the live feed heads back down to the ring.
"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.
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.
The James Bond Gun Barrel sequence begins to creep across the titantron and minitron. The lights grow dim to further stimulate the traditional James Bond aesthetic. To no one's surprise, the audience erupts into cheers for for the much-beloved Swiss Cyborg/Superman, Cesaro, as he does his 'James Bond Walk',across the dimly-lit stage. The lights suddenly go up again, and “Riders of the Storm”, by Hammerfall hits the speakers. With his manager, Paul Heyman, at his side, Cesaro does his signature double fist-bump down the entrance ramp, and in turn, the audience pops. Then, in signature fashion, he tears out of his suit jacket and dress shirt like they were both nothing, and correspondingly, rips off his suit pants, throwing them overhead in an equally exaggerated fashion.
Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring, from Lucerne, Switzerland, weighing in at 232 lbs, he is the Swiss Cyborg, CESARO!"
Without much further delay and Paul Heyman at his side, Cesaro makes his way down to ringside with his esteemed manager. Cesaro passes many adoring fans, several Cesaro Section signs inevitably pop up as he walks by. Paul Heyman, continuing on his way, accompanies Cesaro by his side with a spring to his stroll, albeit remaining so with an emphasis on professionalism. Once Cesaro reaches ringside, he pulls himself up onto the side of the ring with the assistance of the ring ropes. Walking over to the ringpost closest to the hardcam, Cesaro mounts the turnbuckle to perform his signature double fist-bump once more.
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. Reaching behind him, he unclips the belt adorning his waist and begins to carry it in one hand.
Quickly turning and walking up the steps, Sheamus walks across the apron, turning to face the crowd and once again spreading his arms, fist clenched with the title held high 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, handing over his title to the referee.
Mauro Ranallo: Before we get started, I'd like to welcome our new partner at the desk for tonight's main event, Mr. Kennedy! Welcome to the table.
Corey Graves: Oh, great. Now we have a bigger asshole than Phillips.
Kennedy grabs Tom Phillips' headset and then drags his wheeled chair out from behind the table and shoves it away. He grabs a folding chair from the timekeeper's area, opens it, and places it where Phillips was sitting, then puts on Tom's headset and takes his seat.
Mr. Kennedy: It's about time we get some real talent here on commentary to provide an inside look at what these men and women of the UWF can do. No offence intended.
Graves glares daggers at Kennedy as the starting bell rings, while Phillips looks dejected in his little corner, cut out from the action and without a headset.
DING DING DING!
It's decided that the match will start off with Cesaro and Vampiro as Sheamus and Adam Cole step out onto the apron at their respective corners. Cesaro closes the gap and the pair quickly tie up in a collar-and-elbow, but Cesaro transitions quickly to behind Vampiro, clutching around his waist. Cesaro tries to lift Vampiro, but the Dark Angel plants his feet and then throws a back elbow that rattles the Swiss Superman enough to slip loose. Vampiro then drives Cesaro into his own corner and connects with a series of powerful shoulder thrusts before leading Cesaro out of the corner in DDT position and dropping him skull-first on the canvas. As Vampiro gets back to his feet, the fans are booing, but he pulls Cesaro up with him and sends him into the ropes, then lifts him up and over with a back body drop. Vampiro then turns and puts the boot to Cesaro until the Superman rolls out of the ring to catch a relief. Cole hops off the apron and follows him, but as he gets close Cesaro catches him with a European uppercut and then sends him crashing face-first into the barricade with a gorilla press. Cole writhes on the floor as Cesaro steps back up onto the apron, Vampiro granting him the courtesy of separation to re-enter the squared circle.
Mr. Kennedy: You've kinda got to love the fact that Adam Cole is such a loser he can't even do a cheap shot right.
Corey Graves: Hey, you be careful who you're disrespecting over there, Mr. Constantly-Loses-His-Matches.
Mauro Ranallo: Gentlemen, please! You can't fight here! This is a wrestling arena!
As soon as Cesaro enters the ring, Vampiro comes at him, but the Superman has it scouted and uses Vampiro's own momentum against him as he drop toe holds the charging Intercontinental Champion and sends him crashing to the canvas. Cesaro quickly transitions on the grounded Vampiro, locking him in a crossface! The fans pop for the Superman as he torques the hold, but Vampiro almost instantly seizes the bottom rope and the official orders a break-up, so Cesaro breaks off and gets back to his feet. Vampiro rolls onto his back and then pushes himself to the corner, laughing at Cesaro before wagging his finger. The Dark Angel then pushes up off the turnbuckle to get to his feet, but as soon as he is vertical, Cesaro charges in looking for a corner lariat. Vampiro ducks under, but Cesaro stops his forward momentum on a dime, preventing a collision with the corner. Or so he thinks: as Cesaro does so, Vampiro leaps off his feet and connects to the back of his opponent with a dropkick! Cesaro crashes into the turnbuckle chest-first and spins around into a monkey flip from Vampiro, crashing on his back in the middle of the ring. The Dark Angel then gets to his feet and hisses.
Mauro Ranallo: Kennedy, you've been in the ring with Vampiro before. Tell me what fans at home should expect from our Intercontinental Champion.
Mr. Kennedy: Some eyeliner, some half-cocked bullshit about being a demon and creepy crap like the hissing he just did. All these 'dark' guys are the same.
Corey Graves: Hey, you can't talk about the Dark Ang--
Mr. Kennedy: Did I ask for peanuts from the gallery? Shut the hell up!
Vampiro has moved to pull Cesaro to his feet, pulling him vertical before sending him off the ropes. On rebound, Vampiro doubles over for a back body drop, but Cesaro has it scouted and kicks him on the jaw. Vampiro shoots up and is dazed by a European uppercut before Cesaro clutches him in a belly-to-belly and connects with a picture-perfect suplex! Vampiro rolls to his corner and tags in Adam Cole, who enters with full energy and charges Cesaro, only to be dropped with a nasty-looking spinebuster! Cole hits the canvas writhing, but not for long as Cesaro bends down and deadlifts him into a fallaway slam! Cole rolls toward Cesaro's corner, and the Swiss Superman follows him, putting the boot to Cole's shoulder several times before tagging in Sheamus. The Irishman enters the ring and both men pull Adam Cole to his feet, then send him off the ropes. On the rebound, Sheamus lifts Cole high with the military press and then drops him onto Cesaro's European uppercut! Cole flops to the canvas, seemingly out of it, and Sheamus drops down to hook the leg.
Mr. Kennedy: Cesaro has to be the most boring "athlete" in the UWF locker room. Even Sheamus manages to be more entertaining, and that's saying a lot when you consider he's the literal personification of a soulless ginger.
Corey Graves: I was all ready to contradict you but on this one I think we actually agree.
Mauro Ranallo: Has Hell frozen over?
Mr. Kennedy: No, but parts of Canada were colder than Mars this past week. Seriously, look it up.
1...
2...
...NO! Vampiro breaks up the count!
After Vampiro makes the save, Sheamus and the Intercontinental Champion immediately get to their feet. The Celtic Warrior stares the Dark Angel right in his painted face and shouts, "I'm not afraid o' ya, fella!" The fans pop over this, but Vampiro simply smirks and then chuckles as he steps back out onto the apron at the official's urging. Sheamus turns around to grab Cole, but as he does he gets hit with a running crossbody from the Panama City Playboy! Cole quickly mounts Sheamus and starts pummeling him until the official orders him to break it off, at which point Cole gets to his feet amid heat from the crowd and heads straight for his corner to make the tag. Vampiro enters the ring to a huge mixed reaction as the fans are hyped to see a fight between the two Champions. Immediately, Vampiro moves to pull Sheamus to his feet; as he does so, Sheamus breaks free and kicks him in the gut, then pulls him in and connects with a snap suplex! Vampiro rolls for the ropes to use them and get vertical, but as he does, his back is turned to Sheamus. When he turns around, he nearly gets turned inside out by a Brogue Kick, dodging just enough for it to graze the side of his face. The force still sends him stumbling into the ropes, and Sheamus is on him quickly, pummeling him with clubbing blows before sending him into his own corner. Sheamus then charges, looking for a big splash, but Vampiro lifts up his boot and connects to Sheamus' jaw. This stuns the champion, allowing Vampiro to surge forward and connect with a spear! The fans boo as Vampiro goes for the cover.
Mauro Ranallo: Vampiro could have just disemboweled the UWF Champion!
Mr. Kennedy: Seriously? Disemboweled? What does that word even mean? Speak English!
1...
...NO!
Just before the two, Sheamus kicks out. Vampiro throws back his hair as he gets to his feet, hauling Sheamus up as well. The Dark Angel then tries to Irish whip Sheamus, but Sheamus counters with an Irish whip of his own and as Vampiro comes off the ropes, he does so into a double ax handle! Vampiro is knocked flat on his back, but Sheamus isn't stopping there as he pulls Vampiro to his feet and then tries to send him to the outside by throwing him over the rope, Rumble style! Vampiro actually manages to grab the rope, however, and uses it to skin the cat! As Sheamus turns around, he does so to see the Dark Angel surging forward and gets caught with a HUGE lariat! The fans erupt with heat as Vampiro goes for the cover.
Corey Graves: Nobody ever expects athleticism out of Vampiro. It's like they keep forgetting that he has a background in lucha wrestling!
Mr. Kennedy: Is that the flips-and-shit stuff? Boring. Give me a good boot and I'll kick someone's ass with it.
1...
2...
...NO!
At the two count, the cover is broken up by Cesaro! The Swiss Superman pulls Vampiro to his feet and then tries to send him off the ropes, but Vampiro counters a la Sheamus earlier in the match and follows through by clotheslining Cesaro straight out of the ring! Vampiro then steps out on the apron, sizing Cesaro up as he tries to get back to his feet. The fans pop suddenly, as Sheamus gets back to his feet! The Celtic Warrior moves quickly and traps Vampiro on the ropes, then starts clubbing his chest with the Beats of the Bodhran! The fans pop and count each blow, reaching 10 before Sheamus shoves Vampiro to the floor below, the Dark Angel landing with a thud. The Irishman looks fired up as Cesaro pulls the Intercontinental Champion to his feet outside the ring and rolls him back into it. Cole starts to enter the ring and so the official moves to see to him as Sheamus pulls Vampiro to his feet, only for the Dark Angel to spit a mist in his face! Sheamus stumbles away clawing at his eyes as Vampiro grabs him and Irish whips him into his corner. The official clears out and the Dark Angel charges, connecting with a bone-crunching splash on Sheamus! As he does, however, Adam Cole tags himself in and the fans get even louder with their contempt as the Panama City Playboy enters the ring!
Mr. Kennedy: Oh, great. The one guy who's more boring than Cesaro.
Corey Graves: That's the Panama City Playboy you're talking about, Kennedy, and I'll have you know he's every bit as talented as any other man on this ros--
Mr. Kennedy: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... do you ever shut your trap?
Cole quickly pulls Sheamus out of the corner and pulls him in, then connects with a Northern Lights suplex! The fans are booing as Cole gets to his feet, but when he does Vampiro grabs his shoulder and spins him around, then lifts him up and slams him down with the Bite! Cole hits the canvas hard as the fans offer a mixed reaction and Vampiro leaves the ring, heading up the ramp!
Corey Graves: What! What the Hell is the Dark Angel doing?
Mr. Kennedy: Stabbing his teammate in the back and leaving. Didn't he say he'd punish Cole if the idiot did anything to get in his way?
Mauro Ranallo: I guess even friends aren't safe from Vampiro's Bite!
Sheamus slowly recovers to find a still-prone Adam Cole laid out on the canvas. Needless to say he's confused, but starts sizing up the Playboy for a Brogue Kick nonetheless. As he does, however, the fans erupt with heat as the former UWF Champion Dolph Ziggler comes tearing out from the back!
Corey Graves: Here comes the former UWF Champion! He promised payback for Sheamus' actions at Aztec Warfare!
Mauro Ranallo: Out with one, in with another?
Mr. Kennedy: Between dull Cesaro, dumb Adam and dickhead Dolph I'm starting to think this is the Loser convention!
Ziggler leaps up onto the apron, but as he does, Sheamus turns toward him and charges, connecting flush on the face with a Brogue Kick! Ziggler is flung off the apron like a ragdoll and hits the floor hard, unconscious and bleeding from a huge gash in his forehead. The fans pop in a huge way as Sheamus leans over the rope and shouts out at the comatose Ziggler, but then Cole jumps on Sheamus' back and tries to lock in a rear naked choke! The Celtic Warrior struggles and manages to pull Cole down into position, then hits White Noise! Sheamus rolls to his corner, gassed, and tags in Cesaro as the fans go wild and the Swiss Superman grabs Adam Cole's ankles!
Mauro Ranallo: I heard Playboys like to swing!
Corey Graves: Oh God! Ziggler's brains are probably scrambled eggs after that Brogue Kick! Someone get a medic down here!
Mr. Kennedy: This is so stupid. Cesaro is the only idiot I know who uses a move that hurts him as much as his opponent. And as for Ziggler, he got what he had comin'.
Cesaro lifts Cole airborn as he Swings him, the fans counting each revolution and cheering like madmen! After five goes around, Cesaro lowers Cole back to the canvas, and then puts him in the Sharpshooter! The fans are cheering loud as Cesaro applies maximum pressure and Cole taps out in less than two seconds, crying in sheer agony!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
SHEAMUS and CESARO!
Mr. Kennedy: (yawning) I don't think Revolution has had a more predictably boring main event since it started. I blame the so-called Superman.
Corey Graves: I don't know what match you were watching. Though I hate the winners, that was intense!
Mauro Ranallo: That's one word to describe it. Dolph Ziggler might be dead.
EMTs have rushed down to attend to Ziggler, who is still unmoving on the floor. Cole has rolled out of the ring and is hobbling his way to the back, his head hung in disgrace. And the UWF Champion Sheamus and Swiss Superman Cesaro are left standing tall in the ring, working the fans from the turnbuckles as the show draws to its conclusion.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for the next PPV
International Championship
Sheamus(c) vs Dolph Ziggler
Intercontinental Championship
Vampiro(c) vs Seth Rollins
Bobby Roode vs Chris Jericho
Credits
Promos - Respective TTers
Sheamus/Cesaro vs Cole/Vampiro - Crann
Rollins vs Kennedy - Gurt
Miz vs Scurll, Castle vs Sin Cara - Danny