Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 2:03:25 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: Sheamus stood tall at the end of Revolution last week after blindsiding Dolph Ziggler and-
Tom Phillips: What? Dolph Ziggler tried to attack him after his match
Corey Graves: Look we don't know what Dolph was out there to do. Maybe congratulate him on his victory but we'll never know because Sheamus decked him like the coward he is. I head that he got a concussion and was supposed to be out for 6 weeks but being the champ that he is, he's still going to give us an awesome match tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of awesome matches, we got a jammed pack night of action. Bobby Roode faces Sheamus, The Miz takes on Mr. Kennedy and the Wet Bandits look to pick up their first win against Titus Brand.
Tom Phillips: Plus the aforementioned Dolph Ziggler will face Cesaro and Seth Rollins goes one on one with Chris Jericho but first we've got a very special interview with none other than UWF Champion, Sheamus.
The camera feed cuts from the previous segment to show Sheamus sitting in the interview room once again, The International Championship still over his shoulder as he stares towards the unknown interviewer, who sits off-screen.
Interviewer: I'm here tonight with our UWF International Champion, the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus. It's good to have you here, Sheamus, how you doing?
Sheamus: I'm doing just fine, fella. Feeling real good after last week, if anything.
Sheamus sports a grin as he grinds his teeth across his bottom lip while the interviewer seems to pause, before asking his follow-up question.
Interviewer: Well, what were your thoughts on last week, and your performance?
Sheamus: My performance? Sub-par, if anything. I could've been doing better last week, to be perfectly honest with you. Vampiro had me under pressure, and if Cole hadn't been so stupid as to piss off the most temperamental man on this roster, they mighta' had me. Turns out they didn't. Still, having to rely on Cesaro to finish the match just ain't good enough for me, fella. The man's got one arm and he's still pulling through, so I should be doing the same thing. Dolph was my saving grace last week, actually. I would've felt like shit about that whole thing if his stupid arse hadn't run in to try and get decapitated. I'll admit that I enjoyed watching the stupid bastard take a trip to the floor.
Sheamus seems very satisfied, if just from the expression on his face were to tell you. The interviewer can be heard shifting a bit uncomfortably in his chair, before we hear him clearing his throat.
Interviewer: Right, well...
Sheamus narrows his eyes as he looks at the man, speaking in a quieter tone than before.
Sheamus: I'm not making you uncomfortable now, am I, fella?
There's an awkward silence between the two before the interviewer quickly speaks up again, a more urgent tone in his voice.
Interviewer: No, not at all. Moving on from last week - on Revolution tonight, you'll be facing Bobby Roode. Now, anyone who pays attention to things you've said or even fans on UWF.com know you don't like him, but-
Sheamus: Of course I don't like him. Hell, I've said that almost every time I've had the misfortune of looking directly at him. He's so far up his own arse I'm surprised he can even find the ring, rather than staring in a mirror all day. I hate repeating myself, so let me say it like this - there's a lot of fellas like him, and they all end up the same way. But maybe I'm wrong, maybe he's different. I asked the same thing about Adam Cole last week, Rollins before him, then it'll be Roode and then Ziggler. But there's only one Bobby Roode, even I could tell you that. So it doesn't matter if I've beaten any of those guys, I haven't beaten him. That's what I plan on changing - I haven't got any doubt he's gonna pull out whatever he can to win. Poking me in the eyes, kicking me in my balls, yanking on my tights or whatever else he can do without the ref seeing. I'm here tonight, not to try and work around that, avoid it from him. I'm gonna go head-first into him, and I'm gonna show him that it doesn't matter what he does; I'm gonna leave him sleeping on the mat.
Interviewer: I...see. Well, okay. I think that's, uh...all we have time for right now. Thank you for the interview, we'll be keeping an eye on your match.
Sheamus gives a curt nod towards the interviewer, glancing past the camera and beginning to get up to leave as the camera fades away, moving on to another segment.
The titantron fades to black and after a few seconds it comes back to life with footage of 2 monstrous men guarding a big door, holding 2 kendo sticks each, a voice from beyond the door starts talking
"you may enter"
The two guards open the door and a blinding beacon light shines from the room, we walk into the light and the guards close the doors, as we move forward the light is becoming less and less blinding and we see two columns of men from our left and our right, the camera looks up and there lies the thing that produced the blinding, angel-like light, we see Dalton Castle sitting on a throne all made out of boys, mumbling his theme song to himself
I want it all, I want it all and I want it now, Marty do you even understand what those words mean? do you even understand how much meaning those words have? do you even understand what I would do to get that title back? do you even realize what you have done the moment you took that championship from me and rubbed it at my face?
Dalton gets up from his throne and on his way down 2 boys take off his jacket, he gets just near the camera
I'm coming for my rematch Marty, keep the title warm for me.
Dalton snaps his fingers and a pair of boys grabs the cameraman and drags him to the outside as the screen fades to black
The camera fades in on the door of the general manager of the UWF, EC3. A hand appears, and knocks on the door with no response. The door then is simply opened, and it’s revealed to be The Miz alongside his wife Maryse. Sitting at his desk is, of course, EC3, who looks surprised at the intrusion.
EC3:“Hello Miz, what can I do for you after you oh-so rudely have interrupted me?”
Miz walks up to EC3’s desk, and takes a seat, Miz trying to act polite with this.
Miz:“Mr. Carter, I’ve come here to ask for the title shot I rightfully deserve. After all, these past two weeks I’ve beaten both the former Television Champion in Dalton Castle as well as the current Television Champion in Marty Scurll, I feel like I’ve more than earned my shot.”
EC3:“Hold on a second, you won two matches. Lots of guys can win two matches and yuou think this makes you deserving of a title shot?”
Miz:“Okay Ethan, you listen up and pay attention this time-”
Miz stands up from his seat, the polite act definitely not working.
Miz:“I am the most must-see superstar in the UWF right now, and I’m sure a man like yourself can see that, so why should an A-List talent like myself be left without a title shot at the next PPV?”
EC3 puts a hand onto his temples, closing his eyes for a few seconds before looking back at Miz.
EC3:“You know what, I can respect your hunger and ability to stand up for yourself while also not going out of line. You did beat both the former champion and the current champion so I'll tell you what, at Judgement Day, you'll face both Marty Scurll and Dalton Castle in a triple threat match for the Television Championship.”
Miz:“You’re not making a mistake here sir, I’ll prove it, and become the best Television Champion in UWF history!”
Miz and Maryse walk out of EC3’s office, looking more than satisfied as the cameras fade out.
Already in the ring, Dan Lawrence and Markus Crane are pacing about, getting ready for their match.
Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 395 pounds, The Dan Lawrence Project and the Markus Crane Experience, they are the Wet Bandits!
They continue to warm up in the ring, waiting for their opponents.
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
Lawrence runs right at Sin Cara just the masked superstar trips him up right away with a drop toe hold. Sin Cara stands up and pointing at him. You can't see his face but you can tell he's laughing at him. Lawrence wipes his nose and stands back up and gets in Sin Cara's face. He shoves Sin Cara down to the mat and yells at him, pointing his finger in his face. He then runs to the ropes but Sin Cara quickly gets up and follows him over so that when Lawrence bounces off, Sin Cara jumps up and wraps his legs around his neck and throws him with the hurrincanrana. the momentum of the moves has Lawrence back on his feet and so Sin Cara pushes him back into the ropes to whip him across the ring but Dirty DL reverses and sends him instead. Sin Cara comes back however with a handspring back elbow to knock down Lawrence. Right awya he goes for the pin.
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Lawrence kicks out! Sin Cara picks him up and drags him over to his corner where he tags in Titus O'Neil. Titus comes in and starts to ram his shoulder into the much smaller Lawrence. He backs away and Dan comes stumbling out of the corner into his waiting arms. He scoops him up and brings him to the center of the ring. From there he brings Lawrence down onto his knee with multiple rib breakers before just tossing him to the side like nothing. Titus then brings his hands up in his signature pose, yelling out his Urah catchphrase as the crowd barks along with him.
Corey Graves: This is idiotic. I can't wait for these showboats to be put in their place.
Mauro Ranallo: That place may be in the middle of the ring with their hands raised if they continue this onslaught.
Lawrence tries crawling away to his corner but Titus grabs him by the leg and says no. He drags Lawrence away but Dan ends up spitting up right in his face! Titus can't believe what just happened and slowly wipes his face. This however gives Lawrence ample time to tag in his partner Markus Crane. Crane comes running it but gets taken down with a big boot almost immediately! Lawrence tries to crawl out of the ring but Titus won't have that. He drags him back in and begins stomping away at him. The ref tries to get between them since he's no longer the legal man. Titus turns away to continue the match but Markus ends up kicking him right in the balls! He covers him right away and yells for the ref to come make the pin.
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Titus kicks out!
Corey Graves: See, that big oaf almost just lost the match right there. Maybe he should focus more instead of worrying about avenging his ego.
Crane stays on him, hammering away with clubbing blows to the head and back of O'Neil. He picks him up and right away hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. Instead of going for a pin, he just mounts him and starts punching him square in the face, a sadistic look of joy on his face as he punches away. The ref counts to four and tells him to get off which he does. Crane then just runs over to the opponents corner and knocks Sin Cara off the apron. He's all smiles as Titus is getting up to his feet. Crane decides to go up top and waits as Titus gets up. Markus then leaps off and nails the blockbuster! He goes for the pin once more.
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Titus kicks out! Sin Cara hops back on the apron and points at Crane. Markus being his prideful yet idiotic self wants to fight Sin Cara. Lawrence screams at him to finish Titus but Crane instead lets Titus go over and tag in his partner. Sin Cara leaps into the ring and ducks a clothesline attempt by Crane. Sin Cara hits the ropes and comes back with a crossbody to taken down Crane. Lawrence comes into the ring only to get sent hanging on the middle rope with a hurrincanrana. Crane tries to attack Sin Cara from behind but also ends up on the second rope from a drop toe hold. Sin Cara then hits the ropes and gives both men a 619! He points to the heavens for Mysterio even though he's not dead but whatever. Crane is dizzy and stumbling around and so Titus comes into the ring and plants him with the Clash of the Titus! Sin Cara then leaps off the top rope with a senton to Crane! He hooks both legs and goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Titus Brand!
Tom Phillips: That's definitely going to make the sponsors happy.
Corey Graves: Nothing these clowns ever do should make any sponsors happy. They're morons!
Titus Brand continues to celebrate their big win in the ring until the live feed goes elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. The one, the only, the Palmer Cannon is shown working at his desk in his own personal office. You know the kind. We're talking a generic company poster framed on the wall. We're talking potted plants. We're talking a couple chairs. And again, Cannon, at his desk. Across from him, a door...
THAT SUDDENLY BURSTS OPEN~!
KENNNNNNNNEDDDDDDDDDDY
Palmer looks up, unimpressed but also not surprised. He pushes his stack of paperwork aside and address the intrusion and intrudee.
Cannon: You don't have to do that every time you walk into a room, Ken.
Kennedy laughs!
Kennedy: Uh, yeah bud, apparently I do because it seems to me like you've forgotten who butters the bread around here!
Cannon: Who? Oh... you?
Palmer's tone is sardonic and snide. Kennedy leans across the desk, scowling right at his face.
Kennedy: You're damn right it's me, amigo. You know that ASSHOLE LIVE on 92.5 is the highest rated segment week in and out -
Cannon: [ That's not true -
Mr. Kennedy either doesn't hear him or doesn't care as he just keeps on talking.
Kennedy: and we're the most entertaining bit you've got and now you're MOTHER FREAKIN' CANCELLING US?
Cannon: Ken, I gave you fair warning weeks ago that if you didn't reign in and tone down your content, the UWF would no longer be supporting it. You've crossed every line I can think of and quite frankly, our sponsors have had enough.
Kennedy: So stop selling snake oil for some kneejerk left bigots, kid. I know what the people want. I'm a friggin thrillride of cutting-edge controversy. You think you can't sell add time around my slot? How about do your job better? Slim Jims, NASCAR, pro-NRA stuff, Corn Nuts, Mountain Dew, Camoflage... just to name a few!
Cannon: You want me to try and fill a commercial space with "camoflage"?
Kennedy: Yeah, bet you didn't see that coming. And hey somebody's selling it, right?
Palmer blinks. Twice. His expression - blank as heck. He stays calm and collected, but firm in tone as he says...
Cannon: Here's what I need from you, Ken. First, get out of my office. Second, get ready for your match. And third, try to win, because if your record doesn't improve, I'd be willing to bet that your radio show won't be the only thing gone from Revolution.
The Asshole scoffs throatily.
Kennedy: Oh we'll just see about that, Cannon. We'll just see about ALLLLLLL of that.
Mr. Kennedy turns around and storms out of the office to prepare for his match against The Miz. Cannon shakes his head and goes back to his endless paperwork. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As UWF Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the famed duo of Paul Heyman and Cesaro backstage. However, unusually so, Cesaro is front-and-center, in front of the camera, whilst Heyman, is in the background, pacing back and forth. Against most circumstances, it appears Cesaro will speak for himself on this matter.
Cesaro: “I love this business.”
Cesaro pauses.
Cesaro: “Those are four simple words, with an equally simpler meaning – and that’s how it ought to be. I don’t need to prove my passion through speaking on the microphone – even though I’m perfectly capable of doing that – or walking out in an eccentric costume, or diving into a mud pit. I prove myself night in, and night out, through the work I’m willing to put myself through, inside that ring. That is my passion, and my passion for this industry manifests in so many different ways. When I’m at the gym, thinking about this business makes me push myself harder. When I’m frustrated, I think about this business, and then all the sudden I’m calm.”
Once more, Cesaro pauses - winding up next for what he's about to say next.
Cesaro: “But, that bubble of calm – that bubble of calm, has been popped, ladies and gentlemen.”
Cesaro raises both arms in the air, shrugging, as he nonchalantly continues to speak.
Cesaro: “You see, last week, when it was myself and Sheamus versus Adam Cole and Vampiro – one individual came out to ringside. He had that cocksure swagger. His hair was bleach-blonde. He was the asshole. He was Mr. Kennedy, and Mr. Kennedy invited himself out, personally, to the commentary booth to call the action alongside the usual suspects. In all fairness, the variety was welcomed. Mr. Kennedy on commentary? Sure! Why not, right? But, through all the variety that he might’ve added in that contest, there was one thing that was not welcome; and that was Mr. Kennedy calling Antonio Cesaro the most boring “athlete” in the locker room. Now, I won’t bother telling everyone that I’m not boring, because everyone knows, that inside that ring, I am far from boring.”
Cesaro stares into the lens of the camera.
Cesaro: “But, guess what, everyone? It didn’t end there – didn’t it, Ken?”
Cesaro stares harsher into the lens of the camera as he addresses the fans – and Mr. Kennedy.
Cesaro: “Next, it was that I was dull. Then, it was that I was stupid. Finally, after that, it was mocking my nicknames, methodically too, might I add. What insult is next, Ken? Tell me. What trick do you have left to play in your sleeve? What foolheartedly jab do you have cooking up that’s going to just send me spiraling? Because, I’ll tell you what insult’s next, Ken! And, that’s you getting your ass kicked proper by the man you tried to belittle! It’s called talk shit, get hit, Ken. That’s the policy that’s always in play when you try to insult, and try to belittle the pride and passion of Cesaro. Whether I have two arms, one arm, or none; I will not stand by. Medical cleared or legally enforced, I will not be stopped. This company's attempts at trying to stop me are laughable from competing inside this ring with a minor shoulder injury are laughable, and the biggest joke of them all will be Mr. Kennedy getting his ass kicked and pinned by a man with quite possibly only one arm by the end of it.”
Cesaro’s all fired-up now. He continues to speak.
Cesaro: “So, since I’m so predictably boring, guess what’s going to happen next, Ken? It's time. It’s the part where I challenge you to the next big night here in the UWF – and that’s at Judgment Day. At Judgment Day, vengeance will be mine. At Judgment Day, I will show you – and every self-serving, arrogant little jackass like yourself – backstage, that you don’t insult Cesaro. Talk shit, get hit. Get neutralized. Get swung. Get your ass beat by the man you tried to make fun of. Kennedy, you made a mistake. Dolph, I’ll see you all later tonight. Superman's outta' here. Let's go, Paul.”
And with that, Cesaro takes a left-turn, where Heyman follows him off-screen. Likewise, after that, Revolution rolls on.
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.
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.
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and immediately the Miz and Kennedy cross the ring, getting into each others' faces. The Miz is all talk until Kennedy rears back and open-palm smacks him upside the head, sending him reeling toward the ropes. Kennedy is on Miz like white on rice from there, nailing him on the upper back and shoulders with clubbing blows before grabbing him by the shoulder and the tights and sending him shoulder-first between two turnbuckles into the corner ring post! Miz cries out and the referee sharply rebukes Kennedy but the asshole disregards it and the fans pop as he heads over and continues the beatdown, clubbing on Miz some more while he's stuck between the buckles. Finally, Kennedy relents, leaving a hurting opponent on one knee in the corner as he steps away to work the crowd.
Tom Phillips: High-octane is the name of tonight's game as the self-proclaimed Asshole Mr. Kennedy has taken the fight to the Miz.
Corey Graves: Kennedy is just jealous of Miz's obvious success here in the UWF, Tom. What has he achieved? Nothing. The Miz has been here a month and already has a title shot.
Mauro Ranallo: Technically everyone on the roster already had a title shot in Aztec Warfa--
Corey Graves: You shut your mouth when you're talking to me.
The Miz has just extracted himself from the corner and turned around when Kennedy walks over, spits in his hand and then smacks Miz in the face with it. He stumbles back into the ropes and is stuck there as Kennedy charges and boots him right on the nose, sending him spilling to the outside as the fans cheer some more. Kennedy follows, stepping out on to the apron but as he does Miz reaches up and grabs his foot, tripping Kennedy up and causing him to spill onto his back! Miz then lays into Kennedy's chest with a series of downward chops before pulling him off the apron to land with a thud on the floor. Kennedy, completely winded, can do little but put a shielding arm up as Miz starts to stomp on him relentlessly, using the bottom rope for leverage. The official starts a count and hits seven before Miz stops stomping and rolls back into the ring, then back out to start it over again. He pulls Kennedy to his feet and sends him shoulder-first into the barricade, which shudders behind the force of the blow and his weight. Miz then charges in and punts Kennedy right in the gut, making his opponent cough and retch as though he is about to puke. Kennedy rolls onto his chest and tries to push up to hands and knees, but Miz stomps him back down, then pulls him up himself and throws him into the ring as the fans boo. Miz climbs up onto the apron and heads for the top rope.
Corey Graves: The rent's getting higher as Miz heads for the top rope!
Mauro Ranallo: Indeed, some would argue that the rent is too damn high.
Miz leaps off the top and connects with an elbow, then makes the cover.
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...NO!
Kennedy kicks out right after the two, drawing a pop, but only for long enough for Miz to return some disrespect and smack him in the face. Then the fans start booing again. Miz chuckles as he gets to his feet and pulls Kennedy up to his own, then sends him into the corner. The Miz follows him in, and leaps up onto the second turnbuckle before raining a flurry of right fists down on Kennedy's forehead. The official counts to nine before Miz breaks it off, hopping off the turnbuckle and leading Kennedy out of the corner in DDT position before rolling him up and over to connect with a swinging neckbreaker! Kennedy rolls out onto the apron on landing and Miz pursues him, stomping through the second and bottom rope on his chest until Kennedy rolls off the canvas to land on hands and knees on the floor. Miz then shouts insults out at him, calling him a hack and a loser while Maryse nods and applauds from his corner. The fans boo all of this, but soon have cause for cheer as Kennedy gets back to his feet. Kennedy slides back into the ring, but Miz intends to allow zero separation as he closes and delivers clubbing blows on Kennedy while the Asshole fights back to his vertical base. When Kennedy gets there, he shoves Miz away. Miz comes looking with a lariat but Kennedy ducks under. Miz's momentum carries him into the ropes and Kennedy catches him on the rebound with a powerslam! Kennedy hooks the leg now.
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Tom Phillips: Two attempted pinfalls, both ended at the two count.
Corey Graves: If I didn't know better I'd say you were starting some sort of numerology theory.
Tom Phillips: Maybe I am. Maybe it's Tomspiracy time!
Kennedy follows through on the failed pinfall by heading for the ropes as Miz sits up, then leaping over him with a neck snap! Miz hits the canvas hard after the move, but Kennedy is already back on him and locks in a sleeper hold. Miz struggles against the hold at first as Kennedy torques it, but then the fight slowly starts to leave him as the fans buzz. Just before Miz blacks out, Kennedy releases him, shouting, "nuh uh! You don't get off that light, punk!" The fans pop even louder at the prospect of more violence as Kennedy drops a leg on Miz's stomach, then gets to his feet, hauls Miz up to his own and throws him into the ropes. Kennedy doubles over for a back body drop, but Miz has the wherewithal to stop and tries a kick. Kennedy has this scouted and catches the boot, standing up and wagging his finger at Miz, which gives the latter time to jump up and connect with a leg-fed enziguiri! Kennedy hits the canvas as Miz scrambles for the ropes, using them to get vertical. As Kennedy rolls onto hands and knees, Miz charges looking for a drive-by kick and connects flush with the side of Kennedy's head, dazing him and sending him crashing onto his side. Miz falls in for a cover.
Corey Graves: Kennedy just got kicked in the head. That'll give you a migraine.
Mauro Ranallo: I feel like the Miz probably gives the UWF Universe a migraine every time he comes out to talk.
Tom Phillips: Hey, at least one guy finds him funny.
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...NO!
Just before the three count (or at two-and-seven-eighths, if you wanna be technical about it), Kennedy kicks out. Miz gets to his feet and heads over to the official to argue about the timing on the count, giving Kennedy valuable time to recover. When the Miz turns around, he does so into another spittle-soaked, open-palmed smack to the face before Kennedy unloads with a flurry of strikes on the Miz that send him reeling to the ropes. Kennedy then grabs Miz and whips him to the ropes opposite. As Miz rebounds, Kennedy picks him up and puts him on the shoulders for the Green Bay Plunge! The fans pop, but Miz squirms free and lands behind Kennedy, then pulls him in and drops him face-first on the canvas with the Skull-Crushing Finale! The fans are booing as Miz rolls Kennedy over and goes for the cover.
Corey Graves: This one's as good as over.
Tom Phillips: Not so fast, we have company!
The fans are cheering as Dalton Castle and his Boys emerge among the stands, walking down them! Miz breaks off his cover at two and heads toward the edge of the ring, gesturing for Castle to come and get some. As Castle reaches the foot of the steps, he instead heads for a front-row seat on the edge of an aisle that has henceforth been empty and sits in it. One of his boys kneels beside him with a bucket of popcorn held up in his reach and the other fans him with a peacock feather as the fans applaud and cheer. Miz is annoyed and red-faced and he exits the ring, heading over to the barricade to shout at Castle as Kennedy slowly recovers in the squared circle!
Mauro Ranallo: I know peacocks are nice to look at but Miz may regret his timing in a minute!
Corey Graves: Ugh...
Kennedy sees the Miz and is contemplating heading over to him when Maryse climbs up on the apron and shouts, "Hey! Asshole!" Kennedy turns around and Maryse swings with a slap, but Kennedy catches the hand. Maryse shrieks, drawing Miz's attention, and Kennedy tsks her before grabbing her and pulling her in for a big kiss! The fans erupt in laughter as Kennedy keeps the lips locked and Miz slides into the ring, then charges. As he charges, Kennedy releases Maryse and sidesteps and Miz crashes into Maryse with a running forearm! Maryse falls to the outside as Miz immediately looks apologetic, but Kennedy rolls him up from behind!
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DING DING DING!
Kennedy rolls out of the ring and stands on the ramp as a microphone descends from the rafters and the lights go out, but for a single spotlight shining only on him. He speaks:
Here is your winner,
Missssttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer Kennnnnnneddddddyyyy!
Tom Phillips: And everyone's favorite asshole comes away with a big and vital victory here tonight over the Miz!
Corey Graves: The Miz was distracted! He had this one in the bag and then Dalton Castle came out and--
Tom Phillips: Did nothing except watch the match while eating some popcorn from a bucket held up by one of his boys?
Mauro Ranallo: (Sniffing) From the smell of it, Miz is just like that popcorn. He got burned.
The fans are cheering as the lights come back up and Miz immediately rolls onto his knees, slapping the canvas in frustration. Miz then rolls out of the ring himself to attend to his wife as Kennedy, looking smug, poses at the foot of the ramp before heading to the back. The feed moves on.
We are taken backstage where Renee Young is standing by with Dolph Ziggler.
RENEE YOUNG
Ladies and gentlemen, Dolph Ziggler. Dolph, you are a former UWF world champi--
Dolph grabs the microphone.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Two time UWF world champion, Renee, and the inaugural UWF Champion here on Revolution. Let's make sure to get the accolades right because if you don't, why the Hell would I even do this interview? In fact, you might as well just kick right back and I'll show you how to do this.
Dolph shoves Renee to the side and then steps into her place, facing where he was just standing.
DOLPH ZIGGLER (as RENEE YOUNG)
Dolph, how did you become the most successful superstar in the UWF today?
Dolph hops back into his own place to answer.
Quite simply, by being the best. By working the hardest. By showing up every week, putting in the hours between shows working out and studying my opponents, and getting to know every facet of this business from end to end. Plenty of people claim to be the best but none of them have worked as hard and as long as I have to actually become that thing. And it shows. It shows every night that I step out there for a match and come home with a "W." It shows every time I embarrass some supposedly great talent and pull out a key victory. It shows so much better than my words ever could, so I don't know why I bother talking to people about it anymore.
Dolph hops back into Renee mode.
But you don't have your world championship.
Back to Ziggy.
Not right now. And that's OK. Sheamus had to two-on-one me to get it and in the face of two game competitors, what was I to do? It may be hard to believe given how close to perfection I am, but I am only human. Sooner or later it was bound to happen that my opponents on this show would realize they don't stand a chance against me unless they stack the deck. I had the biggest target on my back that night and I still made it to the top three. I would have won if Sheamus and Jericho didn't try to snap me in half. I don't blame either of them, like I've said a million times: if I were in the same position I'd have done the same thing. It's just smart business on their part. You can only live in my shadow so long before you need some sunlight.
Dolph pauses long enough to draw a deep breath, then continues.
But Sheamus' time in the sun is almost done. Pretty soon I'll be standing here boasting about being a three-time world champion and he'll be back in Ireland suffering a whole new kind of famine. Just watch and see.
With that, Dolph literally drops the microphone, shoots a wink in Renee's direction, and walks away. Renee gracefully recovers the stick and signs off as the feed moves elsewhere.
The scene opens up with Seth Rollins and J.R in a conference room for a one on one interview. The two make sure the mics on them are working and then the feed goes to J.R as the interview begins to commence.
Jim Ross: “UWF Universe, welcome. I’m here with a very special opportunity to interview the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship: The Architect, Seth Rollins. Seth how are you feeling today?”
Seth Rollins: “I’m feeling amazing Jim. The battle wounds from Aztec Warfare have fully healed up. I’m looking forward to everything that is coming my way and I can’t wait for this journey. Coming back for the relaunch of the UWF is still giving me an incredible feeling. I think it’s been great for not only me but for the fans so far. They are the reason why I come out here and perform at the level that I do.”
Jim Ross: “The UWF Universe is definitely fortunate to have someone like you on the roster Seth. Before we talk about the inevitable rematch between you and Vampiro at a later date, we have to discuss the big match tonight. In one corner, we are going to have you, The King Slayer, and in the other corner we are going to have The self-proclaimed greatest of all time, Chris Jericho. This is going to be a match for the ages. Two men from two different eras who are almost sure fire hall of famers duking it out on Revolution. What is going through your mind for this match?”
Seth Rollins:“The only thing going through my head right now is that I want to win that match. I will win that match. And I must win that match. Never mind the seemingly never ending slump that Chris Jericho seems to be on. Just like he said, things can drastically change and turn around with one win. But Chris, you’re going to have to look at Bobby Roode for that win because it damn sure won’t be coming at my expense. In this world, there is a thing called momentum. Once it starts swinging your way and in the direction you want, it’s an easy stroll through the park. But if you get behind, and it starts pushing you backwards, it can be very hard to get back on track and keep winning. Hell look at me when I first started. And look at where Jericho is now. It’s called momentum. And I need it for my big dance later on in the month.”
“Chris seems to be on a high from a powerful drug since he believes that he is greatest wrestler of all time. You’re not even the best wrestler on the roster. You may not even be top 5. It just goes to show how out of touch you are with reality now a days. You think that my new Years resolution was to be Chris Jericho… but really one of my New Years Resolutions was to BEAT Chris Jericho. I’d love nothing more than to expose you for the fraud that you are. It’s almost sickening that your pathetic ass came in second in the Warfare match. You must have prayed hard to the Gods in the skies before us because according to my calculations, you should have been exterminated like the runt you are a lot earlier than that. But those same Gods that granted your wish, may have granted me my wish since you have fallen right in front of me. Jericho is a target that I am going to smash and obliterate into a million tiny intricate pieces, and the same fate awaits Vampiro, whenever that date may be.”
Jim Ross: “Tell us about how it feels to be named the Number One contender to Vampiro’s Intercontinental title?”
Seth Rollins: “It is always a good feeling when your hardwork gets recognized. It’s just like getting a promotion at work. It’s a great feeling and I can’t wait to show the world why I was given this opportunity. Which speaks bad news for Vampiro.”
Jim Ross: “The million dollar question Seth, do you think that you can beat Vampiro and become the next Intercontinental Champion?”
Seth Rollins: “Hell yea I can beat him JR, hell yeah. I’ve already beaten him twice. Vampiro is 0-2 against me. While I may not have looked like a winner after my first bout with Vampiro, I was the winner. You see, there are rules to these matches and Vampiro failed to follow those rules, so he was disqualified. Now, in the Aztec Warfare, a match where there are no rules, I slayed Vampiro. I vanquished him. I curb stomped him to Hell and pinned him 1-2-3. So at the end of this, Vampiro will be 0-3 against me and I will have championship gold around my waist once again. But first, I have a bug to squish in the form of Chris Jericho.”
Jim Ross: “well that is all that I have right now for everyone folks. Stay tuned tonight for the battle with Chris Jericho and Seth Rollins.”
The scene fades to black as Revolution rolls on.
Oh look. It's Chris Jericho. He seems to be busy typing something on his laptop. Don't let Edge catch him with it. I wonder what he's typing.
Bobby Roode is Wrong
Chris Jericho: I didn't get handed an opportunity, I earned it. I beat Adam Cole. I nearly won the damn thing. He finished 9th. Fucking Ninth.
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Chris Jericho: I won the G1. I earned my shots. I earned every opportunity I was given.
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Chris Jericho: Bobby Roode Is wrong. He's wrong about everything. He has no idea what he got himself into.
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Chris Jericho: The next time we meet, I'll prove to him that he's wrong. Not only will I beat him, but I'll earn my next opportunity at the title, one that I will not "squander".
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Chris Jericho: Bobby Roode Is wrong, and I am going to prove it.
With that, Jericho slams his laptop shut and exits the room, passing the refrigerator with expo marker ink written all over it with those same words.
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
Bobby Roode Is Wrong
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 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.
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell sounds, Cesaro wastes little time as he runs at Ziggler full speed, shouldering him into the corner. He hits shoulder after shoulder into the gut of Ziggler, causing him to lose the wind from his gut. He's not finished as he quickly goes on the attack with multiple uppercuts. The ref has to break it up between the two, and Ziggler quickly wraps himself within the ropes, telling Cesaro to back off, which he does with his hands up. Heyman on the outside looks on with his arms crossed and a smirk.
Tom Phillips: "As we get underway guys, brutal shots aren't doing Ziggler any favors after last week."
Maruo Ranallo: "You could say he was asking for it, it's not the brightest idea to run at the UWF Champion in the first place, much less when Sheamus is that champion."
Corey Graves: "What you two call stupidity, I call genius. Scouting the champ was what Dolph had planned out."
Dolph is hesitant to get back into action, but the ref recommends he does. With a cocksure swagger, that he shortly regains, he enters the ring and puts his hand up to the test of strength. Cesaro looks around at the adoring crowd and agrees, taking a lock of Dolph's hand. He's quick to regret the decision as Ziggler quickly kicks Cesaro in the gut. He runs the ropes and on his way back dropkicks Cesaro's knee, getting him down to a knee. He starts pummeling away at the shoulder with closed fists, and as the ref tries to back him off Ziggler gives Cesaro a kick to the shoulder with a wicked force, driving him down to the ground. As he's laid down, Ziggler's quick to drive a few more boots to the shoulder. Paul on the outside says there's nothing to worry about, but Dolph hears this and spits in Heyman's direction. He takes one final boot before hitting a nasty angle with his elbow to the shoulder of Cesaro. Cesaro yells in pain, the shoulder doing him no luck as Ziggler gets on top for the cover.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Cesaro kicks out, but Dolph is quick to stand him up. He's only able to get him to a knee, but Ziggler has a grin on his face. Like a mother to a child, Ziggler takes his hand and smacks the mouth of Cesaro. The crowd gasps in horror. Ziggler starts slapping the bald head of Cesaro like a drum, giving a hardy laugh, but that's all soon gone as Cesaro retaliates by tripping Dolph's legs and takes a hold, planning on going for the swing! But Ziggler escapes by kicking his bad shoulder. As Ziggler stands, using the ropes to pick him up, Cesaro runs for him, but Ziggler using his instincts lifts him up over the shoulder, sending him over the apron. As he turns, Cesaro takes a page out of Ziggler's book, using the rope to hotshot Ziggler down to the mat. Cesaro slowly but surely climbs the top rope, calling for Ziggler to stand. When he does, Cesaro leaps for a huge cross body, but no! Ziggler at the last moment leaps, and connects with a wicked dropkick to the mouth of Cesaro! Cesaro lands rough, but clearly Dolph is dazed too. He isn't able to make the pin, but both men slowly get up to their feet. The two trade strikes too one another, and Dolph breaks the pace with a rake to the eyes. Cesaro rolls back from this, rubbing his eyes, but Ziggler flies at him, connecting with a flying lariat. Cesaro is downed but quickly gets back up, and Ziggler hits him once again with the same move. When gets up, he now has to use the ropes, while his back is on the turnbuckle, Ziggler starts up with some nice speed, running at Cesaro full force and hitting a Stinger Splash! He brings Cesaro back out for an uppercut, and as he twists him around, Cesaro reverses the neckbreaker with one of his own! The two men are once again on the ground, but the crowd is in love with this, appaulding both men.
Corey Graves "This match is definitely living up to the expectations. These are two of the hardest working men in the business."
The ref starts a count for both men to stand, and Dolph Ziggler is the first too, while Cesaro is on his hands and knees. He has a running start and like a soccer player punts the side of Cesaro's mouth. Cesaro rolls out of the ring, holding his mouth with pain in his face. Heyman comes over to check on his client, and it's clear as day that blood is dripping out of his mouth. Cesaro stares at Ziggler, who stares back with a smug look on his face. Cesaro rolls back in and is quickly assaulted once again with kick after kick. Cesaro at first is taking the beating, but as it progresses he only stands up. Ziggler yells for him to stay down, and tries for a superkick! But Cesaro dodges! He looks to get Ziggler back, but Dolph kicks him promptly in the gut. He's bent over, and Dolph runs the opposite ropes, on his way back he looks to plant Cesaro for the Famouser, but no! Cesaro was quick to lift Ziggler up from the momentum and slams him down with a thunderous powerbomb! Making him crash from the impact! He's not done, as now Cesaro takes him by the legs, and with the loud crowd counting, Ziggler goes around and around and around with the Cesaro Swing! Ziggler is completely out of it, as his lifeless body is flung around before being dropped like a hot potato. Cesaro wastes little time, while dizzy in his own right, he takes Ziggler in between his legs, and with a thunderous crack snaps his neck. He lifts him up gotch style and plants Ziggler with the Neutralizer! Cesaro hooks the legs!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, The Swiss Superman, Cesarooooooo!"
Corey Graves: "No way! Cesaro just pinned the Inargual UWF Champion!"
Tom Phillips: "Oh brother..."
Maruo Ranallo: "No matter how you look at Dolph's stance on the UWF Championship, Cesaro did indeed pin him, and fellas if I'm correct, that's a very small list of people to do that on UWF TV. Cesaro should be proud, and I'm sure Paul Heyman is more than happy with his investment."
Cesaro has his hand raised by his manager, Paul Heyman, and the both celebrate. Ziggler rolls out of the ring, dizzy and off balanced. He stares off at Cesaro as best as he can, pissed and obviously angered by the Swiss Superman. Cesaro simply smiles as the screen fades off.
We see Bobby Roode at the backstage.
Bobby Roode: Ladies and gentlemen, today I stand all by myself against all of you because last week I had fired Jeremy Borash because of conducting terrible job! So I parted his way with me and now he is in a dumphole. I don't care where he is but as you can all see, I am without a special interviewer. Which means I need a new one. And I can easily afford it but I want the best one. So for a couple of weeks, new special interviewers will have tryouts and the best one and I don't mean the best among them, I mean the real best, will have the privilige of becoming my special interviewer.
Roode stops talking.
Ah now, that was last week and that is not much important business. But tonight, I got some important business. You see, I am facing the champion Sheamus tonight! It is an exciting match, right? A superstar like me against a man who suprised lots of people by becoming the new champion! Actually, for me this is not exciting. And that is not because Sheamus is a victory in the bag. No, he is tough. But this is not exciting because no matter who wins, the outcome will be the same. Remember, on the very first main event of Revolution where we started things in a new fashion, I beat Dolph Ziggler. Now, listen carefully because I am really tired of repeating myself: first night, a show called "Revolution", starting in a new fashion and me vs the champion who I beat. So what would you do if you were in power where you would take all your personal feelings out of the equsation. You would give me a title match, right? But EC3 didn't put his personal feelings aside, he didn't even cared! He didn't start something new with this "Revolution" instead, he continued his poor show NXT with a different name because it needed remarking as it hadn't been, it would be out of business like Warzone!
And this place... This is not revolution. This is fascism, this is monarchy, this is one man having all the power in his hands and that person is not the champion or a superstar. It is E...C...3. Because he is bored being on the sidelines so what does he do? He gets right in the middle of the action without competing in it! He must be the guy, right? The owner, the man who calls all the shots. And that's why I say that this match will make no difference and therefore it won't be any exciting! If I beat Sheamus, I won't get a match against him. If he beats me of course I won't get one. Ziggler vs Sheamus, Jericho vs Roode... It's all set and done, right? Just like it was back in Aztec Warfare! So... which brings us to the ultimate question... Does this match matter for me?
Roode puts his hand to his chin and thinks for a brief moment.
OF COURSE IT DOES! Because I am a winner. It doesn't matter if I lost to that super boring man Cesaro if I didn't want the Aztec Warfare. I am still the man! I am still a winner! And that's why I am going to walk down that ramp in my robe, with style and I'll make sure that I look damn good after the match! Sheamus... As I said, you are tough. And congrats on that title victory. This is a challenge for you because you have a former two time Universal Champion as your opponent tonight. But still, the ultimate challenge is on me as everybody thinks that my time is up. I am not that man I had beaten at Wrestlemania, I am not John Cena, my time is not up. Hell, it has never started! And tonight, I assure that the clock works and goes towards my time. I will enter that ring and it doesn't matter if nothing changes, I am going to beat Sheamus. I am going to make him look more stupid than his hair and beard. After tonight, his pale skin would be a coal in comparison to next time he sees me, because he will be afraid when he hears my name, yet alone seeing me! And not only Sheamus, this is to everyone. Tonight, I am going to put everyone in notice. Tonight I am officialy bringing the "Glorious" Bobby Roode who shook the entire UWF last year! I am going to bring my best once again because I had left all that past behind me; Warzone and etc. I don't even want to mention it. These beautiful eyes are looking direct at the future and they are even more blue as the light, the shining of my future reflects upon my eyes. Not only I am bringing my best to that ring with all my focus and dedication but I am also bringing that title back home, to where it belongs...
Roode ends his speech and as he was about to go, he stops and turn back at the camera.
And that other Canadian guy... That guy who is not as good as me... That guy who is not good at singing as much as he thinks... That guy who walks around the ring, calls Renee Young a robot... Watch it closely. Pay attention. Yet... That does not matter as well, because no matter what you do, the outcome of our match will not change Chris. I am putting everyone a notice and I am giving you a special, private warning...
Roode leaves and camera fades.
While Revolution continues, the segment cuts to show Sheamus walking down a street, with a bag on his back and wearing a hoodie and shorts. The camera follows up behind him before it begins walking alongside with him, the champion glancing to the camera as he talks.
Sheamus: We're almost at the gym now, fella. We're heading to where a guy like me works out, trains, works my mind as well as my body, all of that. This is going to be High Intensity Interval training, so we're gonna be doing really intense spats of exercise and coordination, in intervals like it says on the tin, and we're gonna do that to work on a lot of aspects of my game, because there's more to me than just a couple of punches and a real big kick.
The camera's footage speeds up as we watch Sheamus heading into a large gym and speaking with a personal trainer in the distance. As the footage slows down, we see him beginning some of his exercises. At first, he begins with a large heavy bag, combining it with sit-ups. Every time Sheamus seems to do a sit-up, he hits the bag with an elbow strike, and begins speeding up as his trainer continues yelling at him to do so. This continues for a while until he's finally given a small break. The camera cuts to him waiting on a bench as he takes a drink of water.
Sheamus: We're gonna be doin' a whole lot with the bag and mixed in with other exercises today. With a man like Roode this week, he's slippery. My strikes are good, but I need to work more on hitting them just as fast and just as hard as I hit Dolph last week, and I have to make sure I'm ready to go to the ground and wrestle with a man like Bobby Roode, who's more the mat wrestler than me. He's gonna try and control my weight and my power and keep it grounded, but it's my job to make sure he can't do a damn thing about it.
The camera cuts again as we see a montage of Sheamus repeatedly hitting a bag with punches until his trainer shouts, which causes him to do a burpee before he goes straight back to it. We then cut to him doing push up like motions with a small pad in the middle where in the middle of the push-up, he floats himself over the pad to place the opposite hand on it as the one he had on there during his last push-up. Sheamus continues with exercises like this, working on his explosive agility and ability to put out his physical power along with stamina until the camera reaches the end of the montage, the feed fading to black as we switch to a large font of Sheamus' name covered in Celtic designs with a sample from his theme playing quietly in the background. After a few seconds, we cut back to UWF Revolution.
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.
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!!!”
VS
DING DING DING
The two men tie up in the center of the ring but Rollins gets an early advantage by pushing Chris back into the corner. The referee tells them to make a clean break and they do but Rollins gently slaps Jericho on the cheek twice and backs away with a smile on his face, the crowd letting out an audible "Ooohhh". Chris furrows his brow and shoves Rollins in the chest. Rollins turns away from him with a smile on his face but comes back with a punch, one that Jericho manages to duck under and come back with a chop across the chest. Now Rollins is stuck in the corner and Jericho repeatedly slices his hand across Seth's chest until welts start to appear.
Mauro Ranallo: The last thing you want to do is disrespect Chris Jericho.
Corey Graves: Maybe if the guy won some of those opportunities he was handed, he'd be taken more seriously.
Rollins manages to block one of the incoming chops and in the slight breathing room it gives him, Seth delivers a big forearm to the face. Jericho is slightly staggered backwards and so Rollins jumps up for a front dropkick but Jericho grabs his legs in the air, letting Seth fall on his back. Right away he tries to go for the Walls of Jericho but Rollins is close to the ropes and manages to hang on as the ref counts to four, thus making Chris release the legs of Rollins. Seth pulls himself out onto the apron but Jericho comes back on the attack. He runs over to knock him off the apron but Rollins leaps up to kick him in the face with an enziguri! Jericho stumbles back to the center of the ring and Rollins springboards into the ring with a knee but Jericho moves out of the way just in time. Rollins turns around but ends up getting caught with a northern lights suplex with a bridge for the pin!
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Rollins gets the shoulder up! Jericho gets to his feet and stomps down on Rollins a few times before running to the ropes and springboarding off with a lionsault! Rollins manages to roll out of the way and get back to his feet but Jericho also lands on his feet. Y2J runs at Seth and manages to clothesline him over the ropes. Rollins however is able to land on the apron and he grabs Jericho by the hair and pulls him out onto the apron as well. Jericho breaks free and gives Seth a chop to the chest for his troubles. Seth returns the favor but there's not as much behind it. Back and forth they go but Jericho seemingly gets the better of each exchange until Rollins just jumps up and knees him in the face! Jericho is on wobbly legs and so Seth grabs his head and hits a DDT on the apron!
Mauro Ranallo: DDT on the apron!
Corey Graves: A desperation move from Seth who thought a chopping battle would turn out well in his favor or maybe he simply baited Chris Jericho in, who knows.
Jericho is just lays on the apron not moving and so Seth rolls him into the ring and crawls over to make the pin.
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Jericho kicks out! Rollins gets back to his feet and brings Jericho up along with him. He sticks his head between his legs and lifts him up into a powerbomb. Instead of dropping him though, he runs over to the corner and throws him for the buckle bomb! Jericho crashes out of the corner and falls to his knees. Seth takes a step back and goes for the Avada Kedavra but Jericho catches his foot! Seth tries to keep his balance as Chris rises up but Chris trips him up and drags him out of the corner to lock in the Walls of Jericho!
Tom Phillips: Jericho has got him in the walls, it could be all over here!
Corey Graves: Relax Phillips, when was the last time Jericho took advantage of something.
Tom Phillips: Chris Jericho has consistently been one of the top guys in UWF since his arrival in NXT.
Corey Graves: But what good does it do when you fail time and time again. Nobody talks about how close Rhino was to reaching the top, they talk about Kevin Steen.
Seth scrambles around, trying to find a way out. To stop him from moving, Jericho wrenches back hard, practically sitting on Seth. Rollins is able to use it against him however by elbowing Jericho right in the kidneys. it only takes tow before Jericho releases the hold and walks away holding his kidneys. Rollins gets back to his feet and charges at Chris but Jericho jumps up to hit an enziguri! Seth is tunned but doesn't fall and so Jericho goes behind him and hooks his arms, throwing him backwards with a tiger suplex for the pin!
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Rollins kicks out! Jericho decides to go right back to the walls, Grabbing Rollins' feet and trying to turn him over. Seth manages to pull in his feet though and shove Chris Jericho off of him. Rollins tries to get back up but Jericho comes running up behind him and plants him with the one handed bulldog. With Rollins flat in the center, Jericho runs over to the ropes and goes for a second lionsault. The number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship manages to roll out of the way once more but Jericho isn't so lucky to land on his feet, instead landing stomach first on the mat. He rises up to his knees, holding his stomach and that's when Seth nails him with the Avada Kedavra! Jericho falls over and Seth goes for the pin.
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Jericho kicks out! Seth looks down at Jericho and decides to drag him closer to the corner. He then climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a phoenix splash but Jericho gets his knees up! Rollins lands hard across them and writhes around in the ring trying to get some air back into him. Chris takes advantage by going over to him right away and hooking both his arms for a double underhook powerbomb. He leans over him for the pin.
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Rollins kicks out! Jericho gets back to his feet and stalks Rollins, telling him to get up, perhaps getting ready for the Code Breaker. Seth is slowly getting up to a knee when suddenly...
Corey Graves: What's he doing here?
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Kurt Angle is here to help his protege out.
Jericho looks at the ramp, angry that his arch nemesis has the gall to come out now. Everyone is expecting Kurt Angle to come out but instead what they get is...
Mauro Ranallo: That's Bobby Roode!
Corey Graves: Haha mind games at it's finest.
Jericho yells at Bobby but Rollins ends up hitting him in the back of the head with a superkick! Jericho falls down to his knees, not prepared at all to get blindsided like that. Rollins then goes over to him and rams his face in with the Curb Stomp! Jericho is clearly out of it as Rollins turns him over to make the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Seth Rollins!
Rollins gets his hand raised while Bobby Roode just smiles from the stage. He turns to leave the same way he came while Jericho is still laid out. Rollins however continues to celebrate ion the ring until the segment fades out.
We are taken to ringside where the commentary team are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to take a break from this exciting and hard-hitting action to showcase some controversial video that has been making waves in the wrestling world this week.
Corey Graves: You know, Tom, this is despicable. I don't think we need to be airing this on national TV, the subject has been embarrassed enough as-is.
Mauro Ranallo: Aren't you always calling yourself a professional journalist, Corey? Don't you know about publishing "in the public interest"? And what would this be other than interesting to the wrestling public?
Corey Graves: It's just opportunism and I want no part in it.
Graves actually gets up and leaves the commentary table as Phillips turns back to addressing the camera.
Tom Phillips: He'll be back. In the meanwhile, without further ado, let's roll the tape.
The feed brings us to a gym where former UWF COO Triple H is working out.
Voice Off-Camera: Yo, Hunter, can you hold up for a second? There's something we've got to talk about.
HHH sets down his weights and heads over to the camera, which is very obviously being held near to the man he's talking to (who has very deliberately been left out of frame).
Triple H: Yeah, Mike, what's up man? Can't you see I'm in the middle of some reps?
"Mike" clears his throat.
Mike: Look man, you know as much as I do that I love and respect you. The things you've done for my gym, my business and my family have been huge, but... I gotta tell you, I just went to process your membership for this month and that payment bounced.
Hunter looks awkwardly at the camera, then back to Mike. He lets out an incredulous little chuckle and then responds.
Triple H: That's gotta be some kind of mistake, man. Just run it again. It'll go through. I'm telling you, I know for a fact that money's there.
Mike doesn't waste any time.
Mike: Look, Hunter, I'm trying to have this chat with you here because I respect you, like I just said. And I want to keep it quiet. But I ran that process five times and it kept bouncing back. I don't know what's going on, but you might want to give the company a call and see. Until then, I gotta ask you to stop using the equipment.
Hunter seems insulted by the remark as he recoils a bit, then glares at the man who he thought was a friend.
Triple H: Seriously, Mike? I thought you were a brother. Turns out you're just another chump. I'm gonna sort things out with the credit company, and when I do I'm gonna get back to lifting weights. But you can forget about my ever stepping foot in this little pisshole again. Your loyalty only extends as far as my dollar. You disgust me.
Hunter turns his back on Mike, who is shouting something about friendship at him, and heads to the locker room to collect his belongings. The camera follows him as he does so, and just as he is about to leave the gym, he turns to the cameraman who is very clearly shooting on a cellphone.
Triple H: If you so much as think of publishing that video anywhere, I'll kick your scrawny little ass, you stupid punk.
Hunter approaches his car as his cell phone rings. He retrieves it from his gym bag and answers.
Triple H: Hey hon. Yeah, you too? Mike just told me to leave his gym. I know, I'll get in touch with the company and get this all sorted out. Don't worry, it's just...
The video abruptly ends and the feed takes us back to the commentary table.
Tom Phillips: The video has been the subject of a lot of conversation already, but if you want to weigh in with your thoughts about the UWF's former COO, feel free to contact us on Twitter @uwfuniverse or on our website, UWFUniverse.com.
Mauro Ranallo: For Triple H, it looks like the game may be up.
The feed moves on.
There is a dark room with a black background. Nobody is near until you hear slow, heavy footsteps from a distance.
They get louder and louder until the Villain appears. He has a look of disgust on his face. Slowly he starts speaking to the camera.
Marty Scurll: “Huh… that’s odd. Peculiar things are what makes life interesting but what is life without me? If you haven’t already noticed. This will be the only time I’m scheduled to be seen here tonight. First time in a while. I’ve been put up with a challenge since I won this belt. I’ll admit it, maybe Miz isn’t as bad as I thought. Tactical sense, hmm… fuck no. You don’t cheat the Villain out of a victory, that’s his job. Just because you can’t win without your television wife doesn’t mean that you’ll get an opportunity at this television title.”
“That’s what you’re all about though aren’t you? False excuses, plastic attitude and fake love. I wouldn’t know about that though, stuff happens behind closed doors that I guess you shouldn’t go past that. But this isn’t about you Miz. Your victory isn’t an image in my mind to congratulate you on, it’s only digging myself deeper and deeper into a pit that the UWF won’t be able to pull me out. I’ve finished talking about that dick called Mike so I’ll talk about you. The UWF and everybody around it. Even you all watching at home. I despise you, loathe you. You wouldn’t care if I was booked, you just look at… hm, let’s make another dream match. Oh, sorry am I not good enough for you or something. Let me see my last main event… wait, that’s right I’ve never been in it, and I know that’s not my fault.”
“I’ve shown up at every show you’ve wanted me to, every appearance. Well you know what? I don’t care about UWF’s way anymore, I don’t care about the people’s way because I am now doing it MY way. I am going only one place and that is up, and I’m taking this television title with me. I will bring prestige to this title just by holding it. I will derank any title in the UWF. I am the must see attraction here now and next week… I want a match. I don’t care who with or under whatever circumstances because I will dominate them.”
“This title will be a PPV only attraction, that’s right. I’m ripping the Television Title off the television, and there is NOTHING you can do about it. Because you see the Villain gets his way, he dominates and his stands his ground because he’s been overlooked for too long and he’s just had enough of it. I don’t care who you are, you don’t mean anything to me. Nobody means anything to me anymore. The Villain has a higher priority than friends and family and that is this Television Title. So take a long look, drink it in because this is the NEW face of UWF. Long. Live. The Villain.”
Marty Scurll turns off the screen as you hear the original heavy footsteps as in the beginning.
As there’s a break in the action, suddenly the camera cuts away to a daylit area in a different location than where Revolution is emanating. In the background a white church can be seen and at the bottom of its steps, a man in a jacket with his back turned to the camera.
Man in Jacket: I can’t tell you the last time I was this close to a church and there wasn’t a memorial service going on. Being in the presence of an event like that is euphoric; the air of grief filling the room, the dejected sadness written on the faces of everyone in attendance as they try to muster whatever it takes to bid that last farewell to their loved one. And of course, the most thrilling thing is knowing that, even though there’s a pine lid separating you from it, you’re in the presence of a corpse. Now you might be asking yourself why I’m telling you this, and believe me, it’s to accomplish more than educating you on what kind of individual I am and creeping you out. I tell you this to make you aware of forthcoming events. Very soon, the Ultimate Wrestling Federation, week in and week out, will resemble one of those memorial services. Because while you thought the cold you’ve been feeling was the weather changing, it was actually a sign that death was on its way to your company. And now...
The man turns around, a worn and weathered hockey mask on his face and an axe in his hand.
I’m here.
The man throws the axe at the camera, cracking the screen and causing the feed to go black.
GLORIOUS
NO I WON'T GIVE IN
I WON'T GIVE IN
'TIL I'M VICTORIOUS
AND I WILL DEFEND
I WILL DEFEND!
As the lights go out and piano sound hits, it means only one person: Bobby Roode! The two time Universal Champion! Roode is poses when spot lights hit at him, as he is surrounded by that smoke on the ground. Then he gets his arms down but a few seconds later he gets his arms up once again as "ROODE" is written now on titantron. Roode then steps down and walks down the ramp slowly, strutting for one time. He gets on the steps and walks up slowly before stopping on apron and having a look at the fans, his disgust can be seen from his face as he sees those pathetic people. Roode then breathes the air in his lungs deeply and pulls the ropes. "The Glorious One" enters the ring before bouncing off the ropes chest first and turning around himself before posing GLORIOUS as lights are on him once again, this time in the ring. It is clear that Roode's lips move as "No I won't give in, I won't give in 'til I'm victorious" part comes along. As Roode poses in the ring...
Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada; weighing in at 235 lbs, he is "The Glorious" Bobby Roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodeeeeeeeeee!
The 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.
VS
DING DING DING
Both men come out of their corners and start to brawl right away! Sheamus is always looking for a good fight while Roode is trying to prove himself. The Celtic Warrior obviously has the advantage in the striking battle and manages to back Roode into a corner. He starts unloading with body shots in the corner until the ref counts to four. He then whips Roode into the opposite corner before running over to him. Bobby gets the boot up that staggers Sheamus for a bit. Roode comes running forward with a clothesline but Sheamus scoops him up with the irish curse backbreaker! Roode rolls out of the ring right away holding his back.
Mauro Ranallo: Bobby Roode is trying to prove to everyone that he should be given a title shot but I don't think this approach against Sheamus may not be the smartest tactic.
Corey Graves: Look I'm not Bobby's biggest fan but he does have a strong sense of strategy. Whether its leaving to be top dog elsewhere or cheating to win the rumble, Roode gets results so don't expect to see this for the rest of the match.
Roode walks around the ring while Sheamus stands his ground in the center of the ring, telling Roode to get back in. Roode just stares at him, not really reacting at all until Sheamus yells out. "Stay out then! You're not good enough to be in the ring with me!". Upon hearing this, Roode becomes enraged, pacing back and forth and kicking the steel steps, talking to himself. He gets on the apron and calls Sheamus a son of a bitch. He enters through the ropes but Sheamus comes running over and clothesline him back to the floor below! Sheamus turns around and pumps his arms out to get the crowd hype but Roode landed on his feet and trips up Sheamus, dragging him to the outside.
From there, Roode starts punching Sheamus anywhere that's open but the Celtic Warrior cuts him off with a knee to the gut. He looks over to the steel ring post and smiles. He grabs Roode and tries to send him into it but Roode reverse and sends Sheamus head first into the steel ring post instead! Sheamus doesn't go down however but he's dazed and so Bobby runs over and cuts him in half with a spear! Roode tries to pick him up and throw him back into the ring but it takes a little bit. By the time he rolls Sheamus into the ring the UWF Champion has recovered enough to be able to get to a knee. Roode runs over and grabs him by the head, hitting him with a swinging neckbreaker! He then goes for the pin.
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Sheamus kicks out! Roode stays on him by locking in a side headlock. The Celtic Warrior however isn't one to stay down. The crowd starts to clap as he rises up to a vertical base. Roode will not relinquish the hold however and so Sheamus lifts him straight up into a side suplex to finally break free. Sheamus shakes the cobwebs out a bit, Roode's attack mainly focusing on his head region. He turns over to get up to a knee but doesn't expect to see Roode already up and running towards him, taking him down with a knee straight to the face!
Mauro Ranallo: Bobby Roode with a hellacious knee to the face!
Corey Graves: We saw Ziggler have some lingering effects earlier tonight after just one Brogue Kick from Sheamus last week, imagine what a sustained plan of attack from someone as advantageous as Bobby Roode could do.
Bobby Roode looks more than satisfied with himself but doesn't want to stop there. He mounts Sheamus and starts to punch him over and over again trying to ring his bell. The power of Sheamus however is able to fight through and shoves Roode off of him. Sheamus tries to hurry up and get back on his feet but Roode comes running over once more. Bobby goes for a clothesline but Sheamus bends down and manages to lift Roode over his shoulder. He then falls back to deliver the White Noise! He stays on top of him for the pin.
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Roode kicks out! With Bobby down, Sheamus uses this brief break in the action to compose himself. He slides over to the corner to make sure he can keep an eye on Roode. Bobby starts to rise and see Sheamus recovering in the corner so he runs forward, looking tpo spear him in the corner! Sheamus has this scouted however and when Roode dives in, Sheamus hits him with a knee to the face! Roode is stunned and so Sheamus sticks him between the ropes and hooks his arms to keep him trapped. He raises his arm and the crowd cheers, counting along with each clubbing blow until he completes the 10 Beats of the Bodhran!
Corey Graves: Come on now, he had him in the ropes for way longer than 5 seconds, that should be a disqualification.
Tom Phillips: I'm surprised to see you rooting for Bobby Roode Corey.
Corey Graves: I'm starting to think he may have a point about being taken advantage of for so long.
Sheamus throws Roode back into the ring but instead of going for the pin, he decides to head out to the apron and climb up to the top rope! The crowd gets on their feet as a big man going up top is not something you see every day. Sheamus waits perched up at the top while Bobby groggily gets to his feet. He turns around and sees nothing but a pale white mass come flying his direction and taking him out with the battering ram that is his diving shoulder tackle! Roode is just laying down on his stomach but Sheamus wants to finish him. He brings him back to his feet before lifting him up onto his shoulders. It's not long before he spikes him down with a death valley driver! Now he goes for the cover.
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Roode kicks out! Sheamus looks down at him and gets a smile on his face. It's unclear whether its out of respect or simply Sheamus wants to hurt him some more but regardless he backs away into the corner and starts to beat his chest. The crowd is hype, knowing what's coming next and chanting Brogue along with each beat. Roode slowly rises to his feet, still looking out of it. He turns around to see Sheamus run at him and go for the Brogue Kick! Roode ducks it and spins around right away to hit Sheamus with a lariat to the back of the head! Sheamus falls to a knee but Roode hurries to grab him. He's able to lift him up in the air to deliver the Glorious DDT!
Mauro Ranallo: Glorious DDT!
Corey Graves: Bobby Roode has beaten yet another World Champion!
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But NO! Sheamus gets the shoulder up just in time! The crowd is going wild and Roode can't believe it, the look on his face saying it all.
Tom Phillips: Sheamus kicks out! I think everyone thought that was it right there!
Mauro Ranallo: Let's not forget even in the triple threat match to determine the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship, it took multiple finishers to finally take Sheamus out of that match. Resilience is just one of the reasons he's the UWF Champion.
Bobby gets back up to his feet and puts his hands on his head, trying to think of what to do next. He decides to go over to the corner and starts to take off the padding from the turnbuckle. The ref tries to stop him but Roode takes it and throws it to the outside. The ref goes out and gets it and starts to put it back on but Roode goes to the opposite corner and takes off that turnbuckle padding as well. He then turns around and simply waits as Sheamus is getting to his feet. The Celtic Warrior rises and see Roode resting in the corner. He runs at him but Roode moves out of the way just in time and Sheamus' head bounces off the exposed turnbuckle! He falls to his knees and once again Roode grabs him and plants him with a second Glorious DDT! He yells for the ref's attention and he comes sliding over to make the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bobby Roode!
Corey Graves: What did I tell you Phillips, Bobby Roode knows how to get results.
Roode gets his arm raised and he has the biggest smile on his face as he looks down at the champion. He looks over at the time keepers area and sees something he feels he deserves. He exits the ring and grabs the UWF Championship and comes back into the ring. He lifts it up high for all to see but not even a second later, he's spun around and planting with the Codebreaker!
Mauro Ranallo: Codebreaker by Chris Jericho! Where did he come from!?
Corey Graves: Of course Jericho can't hack himself so he has to steal someone else's spotlight. I'm finding myself being on Bobby's side more and more by the second.
Jericho looks down at Roode after finally getting his hands on him. He then looks down at the UWF Championship and then at Sheamus. He walks over to pick up the title but just stares at it. He goes over to Sheamus and puts the title over his shoulder and then simply leaves the ring. He walks up the ramp and looks back with a smile, happy with his revenge but still looking forward to their eventual match when the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Judgment Day
Television Championship
Marty Scurll(c) vs Dalton Castle vs The Miz
Cesaro vs Mr. Kennedy
Credits
Miz vs Kennedy - Crann
Ziggler vs Cesaro - Gurt
Bandits vs Titus Brand, Rollins vs Jericho, Sheamus vs Roode - Danny