Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 2:05:03 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: Judgment Day is next Sunday and I for one couldn't be any more hyped!
Tom Phillips: Well prepare to be even more hyped because we've got some great actions here tonight including a big main event feature the competitors in the Television Championship match taking on the team of Mr. Kennedy, Chris Jericho and Bobby Roode.
Corey Graves: Don't see how either of them are going to work with each other but one hard hitting match i'm looking forward too is Cesaro taking on Vampiro.
Mauro Ranallo: Definitely one to look out for but we also have Dolph Ziggler taking on Seth Rollins in what's sure to be a classic. But first we've got a debut tonight and he goes against none other than the UWF Champion! How's that for a debut!? Right now we head to a pre-recorded message from Vinny Marseglia.
The scene opens up with everything appearing in grayscale as Vinny Marseglia is standing there with his back to the camera, his masked face turning and looking into the lens as his axe rests on his shoulder.
Vinny Marseglia: Sheamus. You and I may not have stood face-to-face this week but make no mistake, I heard what you had to say loud and clear. The way you envision yourself is that of a man that’s immune to what I’m going to bring to the table because you think I’m just someone playing dress-up, a Vampiro imitator. And all I can say to that is wait and see, “Celtic Warrior”, because as soon as you and I both occupy that ring, whether the opening bell has sounded or not, you’re going to quickly find out that you aren’t impervious to anything that I’m capable of dishing out. Your past luck against other opponents is insignificant, because whether your win-loss record is a balanced mix or only has a number representing one side, the outcome of this encounter is going to be the same. I am going to scar your carcass with the “Mark of Marseglia” and make you rue not only this day, but every day that’s come before it since the conception of you because it’s that divine domino effect that lead you to this very spot.
I’ve only heard you talk once and I already know everything I need to know about you. You’re a confident person, a man that likes to be in control of his own fate. And that’s why you’re telling yourself and me that you can’t be intimidated, because you believe in mind over matter and are convinced that if you put yourself in what you deem a safe frame of thinking, I can’t hurt you, but you’re wrong. No matter what you believe or how confident you are, I can and will hurt you, Sheamus, and I can and will intimidate you. It might not be when you see me in person or when I remove this mask and we lock eyes, but I promise you, before I’m done you will be afraid. I’m betting that it’ll be the exact moment I take that control you think you command over your own fate away from you.
And then what will the alpha male have to say for himself, that the new guy got lucky? Luck’s got nothing to do with it, it’s the order of things coming to pass that while every dominant being has his chance to shine, there’s another constant out there that’s going to one day come along and dim that shine. In other words, there’s a new success story in the UWF and he’s not a warrior, he’s a king.
Cutting from our last segment on UWF Revolution, we move onto what seems like an interviewer with a cameraman walking behind. The interviewer opens up a door in a large gym to an expansive workout room, and the shot fade cuts in to show Sheamus.
He seems to be practicing stand-up striking with some trainers, mixing his strike up between punches, elbows, knees and kicks of all kinds while even mixing it up with practice for some more unorthodox moves such as headbutts and shoulder bashes, keeping his huge power in mind.
Across the bottom of the feed reads "Interview with UWF Champion Sheamus", and soon enough it fade cuts again to Sheamus post-training, drinking some water to cool himsef off as the interviewer asks his first question.
Interviewer: So, the question a lot of people are asking now, is - how are you feeling after the loss last week?
Sheamus: How am I feeling? Well, I'm pissed off, that much should be obvious. Not at Bobby Roode, not for the referee for not noticing the turnbuckle, I'm pissed off at me. I should be better than that, I should be able to deal with that kind of shit that he's trying to pull and then win it anyway. It shouldn't matter. So hats off to 'im, he said what he was gonna do and he did it, he was the better man that night. Does it mean I think I can't beat him? No, I can still kick his arse any day. But the man beat me in that ring, whether you argue it was fair or not, so that should matter for something.
Sheamus shakes his head a bit, even pouring some water over his head as the interviewer asks his next question, clearly having done a lot of intense exercises.
Interviewer: Well, on this upcoming revolution you'll be taking on Vinny Marseglia. A lot of people are excited about seeing him in UWF and what he can bring. Analysts think with his unorthodox approach to things, he has a real shot against you. What's your thoughts on that?
Sheamus takes another swig of his water before he gives a shrug towards him.
Sheamus: Of course he's got a shot. Anyone does. That's how it always is in a fight, fella. When it comes to fighting, all the training in the world can't guarantee you a win. It does a lot, and it matters, but circumstances change, things happen. You've got to be quick on your feet, figure out what's going on around you and take the opportunities you got. Can he do that? Maybe. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't good, but I'm gonna kick his arse. The whole horror movie thing; it ain't doing it for me, fella. I'm not feeling psyched out. In fact, I'm feeling more motivated than ever. Getting beat last week pissed me off, so he ain't getting any leeway.
Sheamus seems to be called over by his trainers, and he give the camera one last wink before he heads over there, and the interviewer steps back out of frame before we fade to black, moving to the next segment.
Here's Chris Jericho, closed off from anyone else. It's kinda sad really, thinking about how far he's gone down from the his apex last summer. Let's see what he has to say.
Chris Jericho: Bobby Roode. Damn. I thought you would be smarter and go down quietly, but no. You do the opposite. Instead of sitting back and letting me do the hard work, you decided to throw yourself into business that didn't concern you. You interrupted my match last week and cost me a victory. Not only that, but you reached down into your little bag of tricks and pulled out an old "friend" of mine. You took advantage of my hardships. You played dirty. I wasn't going to let that slide.
So what do I do? Simple. I get revenge. No, I didn't interrupt your match by coming out to The Great Khali's music. Instead, I waited. I was a good sportsman. I let you win. I let you feel good about yourself. I let you see the view from the top. You let your guard down, and I struck. I took you out when you were vulnerable. Next time, it won't be so easy.
This week, it's a tag team match. I'll just randomly mention that I am undefeated in tag action as far as I can remember, at least since last year's WrestleMania. Once again, as usual with Ethan Carter, it's a tag match involving current rivals in the main event. I'm tagging with Bobby Roode and Mr. Kennedy. To both of you, I politely ask you to stay out of my way while I take care of business tonight. Especially you, Bobby. Save your energy. You'll need it at Judgement Day.
Jericho gets up and walks away as we fade to the next segment.
As the arena darkens, smoke billows out and covers the stage as the sound of a theme that’s never before been heard in the UWF or any wrestling context begins to play. Tension and uncertainty fills the air as a chill falls over the capacity crowd. Soon, a being rises from the smoke as he begins to make his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the “Horror King”, Vinny...Marseglia!
As Vinny arrives at the end of the ramp, he stops and gradually looks to each side of him before continuing forward and sliding into the ring. As he stands, the lights come up as he drags his thumb across the front of his neck in a cutthroat gesture and then brings his hand to his face as he gradually pushes up on his mask. Once it’s on top of his head, a crazed look appears on his face as his eyes bug out and his mouth opens wide as he breaks briefly into demented laughter.
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!
As the bell rings, the newcomer too the UWF wastes little time to make an impact as he runs full speed at Sheamus with a nasty knee too the stomach that backs the champ up into the corner. With a cackle Vinny starts too lay into him with elbows too the side of the head, and the referee breaks it up, pushing Vinny off him and warning him. The warning's ignored as he goes back for some more with a running start, only too be knocked back as Sheamus gets the boot up. He stumbles into the middle of the ring, and Sheamus retaliates with an axe handle too the chest, knocking him down only for a moment. As Vinny stands up he's hit with another, but on the third time Vinny ducks a third axe handle and tries for a crucifix pin!
...1!
...Kickout!
Sheamus, with all of his might, is able to roll himself backwards, but Vinny like a monkey still hangs on. Sheamus gets too a knee, than another, and finall stands up with Vinny still on his back. He's able too get a hand behind Vinny's head and drops down for a thunderous White Noise! Sheamus is the one going for the cover now.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Vinny kicks out, getting the shoulder up and quickly rolling out of the ring for some breathing time. Sheamus looks on with an impatient look, saying "Get back here and fight, fella". Vinny on the outside cackles at Sheamus, seeming to enjoy the fight so far.
Maruo Ranallo: "The self-proclaimed "Horror King" that is Vinny Marseglia has been taking it too our world champion with no fear whatsoever! Talk about living up too the hype."
Corey Graves: "Let's see if this guy actually sticks around, we don't need another Buddy Murphy that's all talk and no bite."
Vinny wastes little time too climb up the apron, and Sheamus follows through looking for a closed fist. Vinny leans back too dodge it Matrix style, grabbing the arm of Sheamus and jumping back, snapping the shoulder across the rope in nasty fashion. Sheamus holds onto his shoulder before being tripped out from under his feet, as the sadistic Horror King drags Sheamus out of the ring. He takes Sheamus by the head and slams it into the apron multiple times, getting faster and harder with each hit. The referee starts too count, but Sheamus is having none of this assault, as he reverses one of the slams, takes Vinny's head, and slams it against the apron, knocking him backwards towards the announce table. Sheamus tackles Vinny against the table, his back hitting the table edge with a nasty angle, and Sheamus throws him back into the ring. Vinny stumbles too his feet and sees Sheamus going up the apron, and as he gets a foot into the middle rope, Sheamus is booted off too the floor with a big boot too the skull that makes him dizzy. Vinny's eyes have only gotten buggier with time, and he stomps his feet, yelling for Sheamus too stand up. He does, and Vinny runs the ropes behind him, and on rebound hops up onto the top rope, balancing himself before flipping forward, hitting Sheamus with a high risk Senton! Vinny himself on the landing has a nasty hit against the announce table on the back of the knee. He struggles too stand, punching the ground in pain, but Sheamus on the other hand is completely out of it!
Maruo Ranallo: "MAMA MIA! Vinny just took out Sheamus and quiet possibly himself out of this match!... Hey, he took out my diet Pepsi!"
Corey Graves: "Diet? Your gut's snitching on you Ranallo."
The referee's count is up too seven. By this point both men are up, but Vinny's stumbiling with his bad knee. Sheamus tries too crawl into the ring, but before he can Vinny comes over with a few stiff strikes to the head. Sheamus returns with punches of his own, and the two are going ballistic in an old school brawl. The referee is at the count of nine before Sheamus takes Vinny by the head, and tossing him over the announcer's table with a heave. He tries too run in the ring, but it's too late as the ref counts too ten!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Due too neither men being able to answer the referee's ten count, this match ends at a draw by way of double count out."
Those words seem to infuriate Sheamus, as he steps up too the apron and starts arguing with the ref, but out of the crowd comes a figure, jumping the barricade and hopping up on the apron behind Sheamus. It'd Dolph Ziggler! Who hits Sheamus with a Zig Zag on the apron! Sheamus falls down hard on the apron and than onto the outside, hodling his back in pain. Vinny on the other hand stands up and eyes Dolph, jumping the announcers table after him! Dolph is quick too run up off the ramp, with a large grin on his face as he raises his fists in the air, proclaiming his dominance as the show rolls on too the next scene.
The scene opens up in a conference room with J.R and Seth Rollins once again.
Jim Ross: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Jim Ross and I’m here with a follow up interview with Seth Rollins from last week. Seth how are feeling this week after coming off yet another victory; this time over Chris Jericho.”
Seth Rollins: “I’m feeling great and I feel very confident in my abilities right now. Chris Jericho is a hell of a competitor and he always brings his A game to every single match. He is a hell of a talent and there is a reason why he has been able to compete at such a high level for such a long time. But last week on Revolution, I did what I do best. And that’s become the highlight of the night. Last week I beat Chris Jericho in the middle of this ring, just like I said I would. There was a time when I spoke about doing things and speaking them into existence and nobody would believe me or even listen to me. They would just write me off. But I’d say that they better start recognizing me now and paying attention.”
Jim Ross: “You’re arguably the hottest man on the roster right now. You are on a massive win streak in which you have defeated Mr. Kennedy, Adam Cole, and Chris Jericho. Has your approach for your matches changed at all?”
Seth Rollins: “No J.R, they haven’t. Every match is an opportunity to show the world why I am the best in the world at what I do. I’m not stopping for anyone and I’m not slowing down. I am feening for success and all the glory and accolades that comes with it. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what it is that I desire. Do you hear me J.R? That goes double for anyone out there brave enough to listen to me. I won’t be stopped. No man or Demon is going to get in my way. Every match is a life or death situation to me. I have no choice but to win them.”
Jim Ross: “Speaking of demons, the date has finally been announced. At Judgement day on January 28th, you will challenge Vampiro for the InterContinental Championship. What are your thoughts going into the match?”
Seth Rollins: “My thoughts going into the match, are about the same as ever. I’m looking to put an end to this meaningless feud with Vampiro and put an end to his reign with the championship. The only thing that I think about is how good it’s going to feel when I grind his painted face into the mat again and pin him. Vampiro is not a man that I fear, he has done nothing that would require me to feel intimidated or pressured in anyway. Vampiro is just a stage name that he made up to make himself appear scary in front of the kids. I’m a grown ass man, I’m not going to fall for these cheap tricks. Vampiro is the illusion of real competition. At Judgement day, we will see what he is really about and he won’t be able to run away or make any excuses.”
Jim Ross: “That is going to be a match that I can’t wait to see. But tonight, we get to see take on Dolph Ziggler, the number one contender to the UWF Championship and the man that injured Kurt Angle to the point of retirement. What do you have in store for us tonight?”
Seth Rollins: “Dolph is an amazing talent and a hard worker, but at the end of the day he is a snake. I know that he is going to look for any and every cheap under handed tactic that he can come up with and try to use it to his advantage. But it won’t work because I have him scouted. I am going to beat him tonight, I am going to kick his ass tonight and make quick work of him. It’ll be very similar to everyone else who I’ve beaten on this hot streak that I’m riding. But there is something that annoys me.”
Jim Ross: “What’s that?”
Seth Rollins: “Dolph Ziggler is the number one contender to the UWF Championship which means that he is going to headline Judgement Day. He was extremely outclassed last week against Cesaro. And Sheamus, our great UWF Champion, almost no showed a match against a new comer. It’s apparent to me that the main event at Judgement Day is going to be lack luster with two superstars who’s stocks are plummeting as fast as their wills to compete in the ring. It’s a damn shame for these fans that they have to listen to those two jackasses talk about how good they are in the ring when truth be told they can barely hold their own weight around here anymore. Sheamus is supposed to set an example out here and I can’t believe my eyes with what I’ve seen this week, especially after seeing Bobby Roode kick his ass in the main event last week. I’ve got one word for Sheamus and Dolph, and it’s Pathetic. The real main event at Judgement day is going to be Seth Rollins vs. Vampiro for the real World Heavy weight Title. Everybody knows it true. It’s a damn shame too.”
Jim Ross: “Don’t you think those are harsh words for our World Champion? I mean he did win the belt by outlasting the roster in the Aztec Warfare. And Doph Ziggler eliminated you from the match.”
Seth looks extremely agitated by J.R's words. His face begins to turn a bright red, but he eventually calms himself down. It's still apparent that he is pissed, but he continues.
Seth Rollins: “Times have changed J.R. While Sheamus may have earned the title belt, his demeanor and efforts and far from that of a true champion and a true warrior. There is a kink in his armor and he is weak. I smell the blood, I can smell the fear in him. He smells just like Vampiro. Both of them are just paper champions holding onto the belt for show until a much more deserving superstar comes along and grabs them. The two of them smell very similar. After seeing and dealing with Vampiro, I know what a bitch smells like.”
“As far as Dolph goes, it seems like his two minutes of fame has run out. The clock is ticking on him. His luck of bumbling to the top is over. Tonight when I annihilate him in the middle of this ring, I want the world to know the tide is turning and a new era is about to begin in the UWF. Cut this fuc-----ing thing off!”
At that moment Seth rips the mic off of his shirt and slams the camera down that was facing him, thus messing up the feed. It sounds as if he walks away. On the other side of the feed, J.R is simply shaking his head as the feed fades to black.
: "What's wrong?": "...The plans might've changed."
For the first time in a few weeks, we come back to a familiar scene, the dark and gloomy bench, where down the hill laid a graveyard. On the bench sits a man in fashionable yet flamboyant clothing, cigarette lit in hand. Next too him stands the unpainted Intercontinental Champion, holding his belt folded in his hand, while he bites his nail. The two seem to have a tense moment, silence and staring off in opposite directions.
Vampiro: "The plans might've changed."
: "If this is your idea of a joke, I'm not laughing. What's changed?"Vampiro: "I had my doubts about Seth for a while but... I don't think he's fit to join us. So many losses and he acts like being assaulted is a victory."
The man takes a long drag, letting the ashes drop to the flow before exhaling his breath and speaking.
: "Turning Rollins was your idea. My only involvement with him is too get even. I've been paired with him before, trust me when I say you'll want him as an enemy rather than a friend after one car ride with him. But, anyway... is this all you've come to tell me?"Vampiro: "No... you know of UWF's latest signee?"
: "Vinny Marseglia? I heard a few things here and there. What about him?"Vampiro takes a seat next to his partner in crime, and the mystery man leans forward, taking a quick drag once again and holding his hands together.
Vampiro: "He's facing Sheamus- the UWF International Champion- this week. Listen... if he can knock off Sheamus, I think we should cash in on that glory. Forget about Rollins, I think Vinny could be the Mad Dog we need for us."
: "Heh, Jesus Christ Ian..."The Mystery Man chuckles too himself with a shake of the head, and Vampiro gives a hearty laugh in response. The man pats him on the back.
: "I knew you were a smart man. Go for it, see what you can do. God knows he'll be lucky to get a good chance to be in the safe zone of this plague we plan too spread. You think he'll say no?"Vampiro: "I doubt it... but if he does, he'll end up like the others. I just hope it doesn't come to that."
: "Neither do I. Good luck out there."Vampiro stands up, gives the man a shake of the hand, and walks off camera. The camera still doesn't reveal his face, but the man continues to smoke away, as the screen transitions to the next segment.
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.
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
Seth comes out of the corner ready to go but Dolph right away exits the ring. Seth just shakes his head and tells him to get back in the ring and fight him. Dolph doesn't really pay him any attention, instead opting to slowly walk around the ring. A fan actually stands up and yells in Dolph's face calling him a pussy. Ziggler just smack talks him, telling him he's a former and future UWF Champion. He turns around to look back at Seth but Rollins has come flying out of the ring at him, connecting with the suicide dive! Rollins slaps hands with the fan for the assist and tosses Ziggler back into the ring.
Dolph crawls on his hands and knees while Seth gets on the apron. Ziggler gets up and Seth springboards into the ring, looking for the knee to the side of the head but Dolph moves out of the way in time. Seth stumbles after landing on his feet, turning around only to see Ziggler going for a standing dropkick. Seth brushes his feet away so that Ziggler misses. Dolph gets back top his feet right away but Seth pushes him back into the ropes and irish whips him across the ring. Ziggler reverses however and sends Seth running instead, Seth bounces off the ropes and comes back with the slingblade! Rollins then goes for the pin
1 . . .
2 . . .
Ziggler kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Seth Rollins almost put away the former champion right there.
Corey Graves: Are you kidding me? In no way was that going to keep Dolph down. Plus if it wasn't for that idiotic fan at ringside distracting Dolph, he'd probably already have his hand raised by now.
Rollins picks Ziggler but and gets him in position for a suplex. He lifts him straight up but Dolph brings down a knee to the top of his head. Ziggler is able to fall behind Seth and pushes him towards the ropes, going for a roll up. Seth hangs on as Ziggler goes rolling backwards. Rollins turns around and manages to dodge a superkick! Ziggler's foot gets stuck on the top rope because of this miss and Seth takes advantage by jumping up to knee Ziggler right in the face! Dolph ends up falling down face first on the mat, Rollins dragging him to the center of the ring and going for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Ziggler kicks out! With Dolph still incapacitated, Seth decides to head out to the apron and start to climb to the top rope. The fans get on their feet, wondering what's in store for them until Dolph suddenly comes to life. He meets Seth at the top rope and grabs a fistful of hair, punching him over and over in the back of the head with his free hand. He then tries to set him up for a superplex but Seth grabs onto the top rope to keep him from flipping over. He then starts to punch Ziggler in the ribs to break free from him and just pushing him off the turnbuckles. Ziggler bounces off the mat and rolls back onto his feet and runs right up the turnbuckles once more, this time grabbing Seth's head and falling backwards into a top rope facebuster!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Rollins kicks out! Ziggler tells the ref that he needs to count faster and gets in his face. Afterwards he turns his attention back to Rollins who is crawling over to the ropes. Dolph grabs his foot and tries to drag him back to the center of the ring, Seth however manages to kick him away. Ziggler instead runs over and just starts stomping away at him for a bit before jumping up high with an elbow drop to the heart. Ziggler ends up backing away and measures Rollins as he starts to get up. Dolph runs over and goes for the Famouser but Seth actually powers him up into a powerbomb position. He runs towards the corner and throws Dolph into it for the buckle bomb! Ziggler practically explodes out of the corner and falls face down
Mauro Ranallo: Hellacious Buckle Bomb by Seth Rollins!
Corey Graves: Of course Seth Rollins would stoop so low to try and injure his opponent before his big title match. What a chump.
Tom Phillips: Do you even hear yourself sometimes?
Corey Graves: Can you hear this? Shut up Phillips!
Seth waits in the corner as Dolph struggles to lifts himself up. Rollins is planning to hit him with a curb stomp but it appears that Dolph knows this and instead opts to roll out of the ring. Seth looks at him with disappointment but Ziggler just heads over to the barricade and rests against it. The ref counts to 6 and Ziggler thinks about going back in the ring but instead just waves it off. The crowd boos but Dolph doesn't care, instead heading up the ramp. Seth Rollins on the other hand wants a clean win over Dolph and so he exits the ring and chases Ziggler down. He clotheslines him in the back of the head and then picks him up and walks him back to the ring. He throws him in and comes in after him but Dolph gets up quickly and just straight punts Rollins in the balls!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, Seth Rollins!
Tom Phillips: What a cheap shot from the number one contender to the UWF Championship.
Corey Graves: I think you mean what a brilliant move from the future UWF Champion. He doesn't need to be wasting his time with this match anyway.
Seth is on his knees, holding his junk with a look of pain on his face. Ziggler just smiles at him before taking his head off with a superkick! Not yet finished, Ziggler starts to pick up Rollins but the dead weight is making it a little hard. This gives enough time for the UWF Champion to come running down the ramp however to get a piece of Ziggler
Mauro Ranallo: The UWF Champion is here to get some revenge after what happened earlier tonight!
Ziggler sees Sheamus running towards him and just drops Seth, instead opting to leave the ring before he can touch him. Sheamus stares him down from inside the ring while Ziggler just laughs a blows him a kiss from the crowd. Sheamus looks down at him with anger until the cameras go elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to a darkly-lit room with Paul Heyman methodically pacing back and forth in the room, with Cesaro standing unflinchingly in the center with his hands formally behind his back. As Paul paces, he speaks, whilst Cesaro stares hard into the camera.
Paul Heyman: “Are you ever really sure who you’re facing – or what you’re getting yourself into – when you’re facing Cesaro?”
Paul rubs his chin, raising a chubby finger of an inquisitive essence, before rephrasing his question.
Paul Heyman: “Better question. Does anything prepare for you for Cesaro? I can’t think of anything, and I’ve watched talents for years, and years. It’s in the physicality, the focus, the passion. It’s all unmatched. Cesaro is without a peer; it really does get lonely at the top. Strength, agility, intelligence. Through Roode, through the entire locker room, through Ziggler. Tonight, through Vampiro. Later, Mr. Kennedy. Every time you step into the ring with Cesaro, your match, becomes sanctioned domination and subjugation. And, that’s what this match – tonight, with you, Vampiro – is going to become. It’s generally thought of that, “ghosts”, or, “spirits” are to be exempt from forces of nature. Like Cesaro, a freak of nature, if you will. But, even though you, Vampiro, might consider yourself to be one of these things. These ghosts, these demons, these spirits. You are not exempt from Cesaro. Bottom-line; and that bottom line’s not going to be something you can run from. It’s not going to be championship gold you can hide behind.”
Paul Heyman, still pacing, instead raises his hand; non-verbally communicating that there's been enough of something, as he continues in speaking.
Paul Heyman: “But, that’s enough about The Dark Angel, Vampiro; he’s a foregone conclusion at this point I want to talk about someone else, and that special someone else, is…”
Heyman stops pacing, and stands in the center with Cesaro. He pulls out a microphone from his suit jacket, and begins to yell;
Paul Heyman: “MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRR KENNNEDYYYYYY!”
Paul coughs, clearing his throat with the side of his fist. He resumes in speaking, this time, to Mr. Kennedy.
Paul Heyman: “…Did I do that right? Good. That means you’re listening, Kennedy. Maybe you’re getting ready to save for your precious 5-minute fart joke-filled radio show that’s on the verge of bankruptcy. Maybe you’re getting ready for your match. But, there’s something else you should be getting ready for – someone, rather – and that someone – that God, of this wrestling ring – is Cesaro. You might’ve cheated god once, Mr. Kennedy. But, make no mistake – god, always, gets his dues paid in the end. That’s why this is Judgement Day, Kennedy. This is your Judgement Day. Cesaro, is going to bring down his hammer from the skies above – AND LAY JUDGEMENT DOWN UPON YOU, WITH EXTREMEEE’ PREJUDICE!”
Paul laughs.
Paul Heyman: “This is the beginning of the end for you, Mr. Kennedy. Go ahead and try your best against, him, he enjoys the competition.”
The scene then fades out, as Revolution rolls on.
Talk Is Jericho, baybay
Talk Is Jericho
Talk Is Jericho, mama
Talk Is Me
Chris Jericho: Welcome to Talk Is Jericho, the pod of thunder and rock 'n' roll. I am the one and only Chris Jericho, previewing the upcoming Judgement Day pay-per-view, as well as talking about some other random stuff. But first, I've got something I have to get off my chest.
Ever since SummerSlam, I've been going through what I call a rough patch. I haven't had fortune on my side much, and it's taking a toll on me. However, this in no way means I'll be calling it quits or going on hiatus any time soon. I'm here to stay in the UWF. Once I beat Bobby Roode at Judgement Day, I'll kickstart a brand new stretch of success called the Year of Jericho! Until then, enjoy my pain and suffering. At least it's not politics.
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Here are my official predictions for UWF Judgement Day going Live on Sunday, January 28th, 2018.
Act Two, Scene One: The Card
Mr. John F. Kennedy v. Antonio Stark
Martin Squirrel (c) v. Dalton Kingdom v. El Mizanin
Terrifying Tyler (c) v. The Construction Designer
The White Thing (c) v. David Bowie Song
Act Two, Scene Two: The Picks
Cesaro picks up a clean victory.
The Miz gets his first taste of gold since the rebrand.
Seth Rollins stomps Vampiro to the curb.
Sheamus kicks Dolph's teeth out and retains.
Act Three: Rant of the Week
"Hey Chris, what about your match against Bobby Roode?"
Well, anonymous question asker, I believe Bobby has no idea what he's getting into. He knows nothing of what I'm capanle of. Supposedly, this match was set up to show whether or not I actually deserve opportunities. We'll, Mr. Roode, beating you at Judgement Day may just set one up for me. Thanks for doing me a favor. Final score: Jericho 1, Roode 0.
You can download episodes of Talk Is Jericho every Wednesday and Friday on podcastone.com
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and Cesaro and Vampiro tie up, but almost right afterward Vampiro steps out of the grapple with Cesaro in an arm wrench. It's Cesaro's bad shoulder that's exposed, and as the Intercontinental Champion torques the arm with one hand he uses the other to strike the shoulder with a quick chop that causes Cesaro to cry out as Vampiro releases him. The Swiss Superman turns around with an understanding on his face: it's going to be that kind of fight, he realizes. Vampiro simply smirks as the fans boo. The two tie up again, but this time Cesaro transitions to a German suplex clutch behind the Dark Angel. Vampiro spins out, transitioning behind Cesaro into much the same clutch. Cesaro then backs into the ropes, pushing Vampiro's back up against it and preventing the suplex. Vampiro releases his clutch and Cesaro steps away, turning around and tapping the side of his head as though to indicate how clever he is as the fans cheer for him. Vampiro simply gestures as though tipping his cap.
Tom Phillips: I can't believe what I'm seeing. These two men seem to have some sort of understanding of what each brings to the table and Vampiro... he just gave someone a tip of the cap!
Corey Graves: The Dark Angel is a lot of things, but he's also smart, and a surprisingly good sport. He likes a challenge.
Vampiro and Cesaro again tie up but this time it's Cesaro who gets a firm upper hand with a side headlock. Vampiro, however, backs them both up to the ropes and then uses them to Irish whip Cesaro across the ring. As Vampiro strides out toward the rebounding Cesaro, however, the latter takes him off guard with a running crossbody! Vampiro hits the canvas with Cesaro on top and the Superman hooks the leg, but doesn't even get a one-count. Cesaro then gets to one knee and pulls Vampiro to his feet, but the Dark Angel swats his hand away and bullrushes him into a corner, then connects with a number of shoulder thrusts. Before he can land the last one, however, Cesaro clinches his hands together and smashes Vampiro on the back with a double ax handle-esque blow! Vampiro actually steps off, bracing his back and Cesaro charges the man whose back is now turned to him, but the Dark Angel has it scouted and connects flush with the Superman's jaw with an elbow. Cesaro stumbles toward the ropes and Vampiro dashes at him, dropkicking him over the top to the outside! The fans boo as Vampiro gets back to his feet, smirking as he watches Cesaro recover on the outside. He then runs for the ropes and leaps clear over them with a suicide plancha, but Cesaro catches him and spins him out into a backbreaker off the knee! The fans pop in a big way as Cesaro gets to his feet looking pumped and Paul Heyman applauds at ringside.
Mauro Ranallo: The Dark Angel just fell to Earth, gentlemen!
Corey Graves: 'tis but a flesh wound!
Cesaro pulls Vampiro back to his vertical base and pushes him against the apron, then unloads with three nasty shops to the chest in quick succession before spinning Vampiro around and smashing his face off the canvas. Cesaro then throws Vampiro back into the ring and crawls up onto the apron, entering the squared circle in short order. The Superman bends down to grab Vampiro but the Dark Angel delivers an open-palmed strike to his bad shoulder! The Cyborg shoots up vertical as Vampiro spins like a top and drops him with a leg sweep! Vampiro then mounts Cesaro, but instead of going for strikes to the face, he goes right for the shoulder! Cesaro tries to deflect the blows with his hands, but even the few that glance his arm cause a shot of pain and soon he can do little but take the punishment as the fans continue to boo. Finally, the official orders Vampiro to break it off and so the Dark Angel does, chuckling to himself in a sadistic way as he gets back to his feet. Soon after, he is pulling Cesaro back to his own feet and sending him into the corner where Vampiro begins to very deliberately target that shoulder again with open-palmed strikes as Heyman shouts encouragement to his client amid the crowd's boos.
Tom Phillips: Vampiro is, like a coward, taking advantage of his enemy's weakness to get ahead.
Corey Graves: That's not cowardice, that's intelligence. The Dark Angel is the apex predator here on Revolution and he's proving why right here, right now.
After a few agonizing seconds of assaulting Cesaro's shoulder, Vampiro leads him out of the corner, but then spins him right back around and throws him through middle and top ringbuckle to smash that shoulder off the steel! The fans go nuclear on the Intercontinental Champion and even the official has a word with him, which momentarily distracts him and gives the Cyborg time to get out of the hairy predicament. When Vampiro turns back around, he finds Cesaro leaning in the corner and so charges, but Cesaro gets a boot up in his painted face that staggers him. Vampiro charges again after a few moments and Cesaro lifts him up before he comes crashing down on a European uppercut from the good arm! The Cyborg falls in for the cover, bracing his bum shoulder.
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Big kickout from Vampiro and the fans are booing loudly. Cesaro, having known he didn't do enough to put Vampiro away, simply rolls out of the ring and heads over to Paul Heyman for a pep talk. Vampiro, meanwhile, crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back to his feet, giving his groggy head a shake after the nasty upppercut he just suffered. Before the Dark Angel can push off the ropes, Cesaro is on him, clubbing his back with the hand attached to the good arm before grabbing him by the hair and shoving him into a corner. Cesaro then lands some knee thrusts to the gut that leave Vampiro winded before pulling him from the corner in the suplex clutch and lifting him up to a seated position on the top rope! The fans are cheering as Cesaro climbs up in front of Vampiro and lands a few punches to his face, but Vampiro manages to catch one and then digs the nails of his free hand into Cesaro's soft shoulder, causing him to scream in pain! Before the official can see the dirty tactic, Vampiro shoves Cesaro off the canvas to land on his back, then climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a frogsplash! Vampiro hooks the leg.
Corey Graves: Put him away, Vamp!
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A kickout from Cesaro gets the whole arena cheering! The Dark Angel looks quite perturbed as he climbs to his vertical base again and throws his hair over a shoulder, then comes back to pick up the Cyborg. When he does, Vampiro shoves Cesaro into the ropes and on the rebound he grabs the Superman by the throat! The fans are booing as Vampiro lifts Cesaro for the bite, but as he does Cesaro chops down on his arm, forcing a release! The Superman lands right on his feet in front of a shocked Vampiro and then hits him with a standup dropkick that sends Vampiro out of the ring as the fans pop huge!
Tom Phillips: What a counter!
Corey Graves: Easy there, bud. It was just a dropkick.
Mauro Ranallo: It may have just been a dropkick, but it kicked Vampiro out of the ring.
Cesaro steps out onto the apron, landing up Vampiro as the Dark Angel crawls to the ring steps to use them to get vertical. Right as Vampiro gets to his feet, Cesaro comes crashing down on him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head off the apron! Vampiro stumbles and spills over the ring steps, landing on his head on the other side. Cesaro cranks his neck and the fans cheer as he circles around the steps, hauls Vampiro to his feet and bounces his face off the announcers' table before throwing the Dark Angel back in the ring. Cesaro slides back in and moves over to Vampiro, who is visibly dazed, then puts the boots to him for several seconds before doubling over and wrapping him up in what looks like a Neutralizer clutch! With Vampiro grounded, Cesaro attempts to stand up, deadlifting the Dark Angel's weight for his finisher as the fans cheer on what they expect to be a dazzling feat of strength! However, Cesaro botches the lift and drops Vampiro, then steps away clasping at his bum shoulder as he grimaces.
Corey Graves:I guess there's nothing super about this man.
Tom Phillips: Oh, come on, Corey. Cesaro has been battling for weeks through an injured shoulder and the Intercontinental Champion has been very deliberate in targeting it here tonight.
Not wanting to disappoint his fans – or show too much weakness – Cesaro turns around and motions for the spin! The fans pop in a big way as he heads over to Vampiro and bends over to grab his ankles, but the Dark Angel flashes to life and pulls the Superman into a rollup!
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Cesaro somehow breaks free and both men scramble for a corner, using them to get vertical. Vampiro snarls as he sees Cesaro get to his feet at about the same time and then charges. Cesaro holds his ground and then goes for the pop-up as Vampiro gets close but rather than fall for it a second time, the Dark Angel straight kicks Cesaro in the gut and then executes a snap Nail in the Coffin! The Intercontinental Champion hooks the leg amid the booing.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, the UWF
Intercontinental Champion:
VAMPIRO!
Corey Graves:You may not like it, ladies and gentlemen, but that doesn't much matter. The UWF's resident Dark Angel remains ascendant.
Tom Phillips: Dirty, cheap tactics are the way he won tonight. He's no champion, he's a fraud.
Mauro Ranallo: You might not like the man, but his despicable means lead to a very self-satisftying end.
Vampiro stands with arms outstretched as the official slings his title over his shoulder, grinning smugly at Paul Heyman, who is simply shaking his head. Cesaro, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring while holding his shoulder, looking tired and upset with his loss as the fans reach over the barricade to clap him on the back and offer words of encouragement. The feed moves on.
Sin Cara is seen looking and meditating in the backstage area
Titus O'Neil: That is right Sin.... You sit there and concentrate. You sit there, and you concentrate on one thing. Sin what is that one thing?
Sin Cara: Winning.
Titus O'Neil: What? No not that... Well I guess you can say that. I was thinking of money, but hey winning is good too, but it doesn't matter win,lose,or draw I know how to make that paper.
All of a sudden the door opens up, and Titus is mad
Titus O'Neil: Hey who here is trying to ruin the chi of Sin Cara right now... Oh figures it would be you... Caruso.
The regular UWF interviewer Charly Caruso comes in, and she begins to speak
Charly Caruso: Hello Titus I was wondering if it is okay if I can ask you, and your cli-
Titus O'Neil: Caruso do you ever knock. No seriously you just barge in, and then you go on and ask me some questions.
Seriously right now I am trying to get Sin Cara focused and ready.
Charly Caruso: Focused for what? He is not even wrestling tonight, and he isn't even wrestling at Judgement Day.
Titus O'Neil: That is exactly the type of negativity I don't need from you Caruso. You see Sin Cara right now has a lot of important business to attend to. We told Ethan Carter this, and he was fine with one of his biggest stars missing Judgment Day. He knows Sin Cara is bringing the UWF brand to new levels. Tell me Caruso do any of these other UWF stars have the sponsors that he has? No they don't, and do you know why because a whole lot of them are off being bums, but you know what Caruso that is going to change. You see I think I have proven that the Titus Brand is legit I mean Caruso come on look at Sin over there. He used to be a joke. A running gag here in the UWF. People used him as a punchline.
He used to come out and just point at people. Say some stuff in broken english. Now yes his English still sucks but it is better now, and when you see him in the ring you know he is legit now. So Caruso if you want a scoop on something I will give you one, but I am looking on expanding the Titus Brand.
Charly Caruso: Really? Wow that is some exciting stuff I guess. Well who you look on bringing in to pair up with Sin Cara.
Titus O'Neil: First off Caruso Sin Cara is his own individual superstar. Second off, a gentlemen never tells his secrets I am loooking to bring someone in to help build on the success off the Titus Brand. I am not just looking to only having one client here in the UWF. No the great empires they don't stop at just one brand they look to keep building the brands to being the top, and that is why I see a superstar right now, and I just think he would make a great addition to this team. We need someone who can dominate the TV's Caruso, and this man has done so. Sin knows who it is, and he even likes the idea of it,but I am just saying Caruso the Titus Brand we're looking to take over here in the UWF, and to do so we need more legit heavyweights like Sin Cara on my team, and I can't wait to pitch the idea to this guy.
Charly goes, and she looks down at the meditating Sin Cara she puts the microphone down to her level, and she says
Charly Caruso: Well Sin Cara what do you think about Titus bringing another superstar into the Titus Brand.
Sin Cara: It's good.
Charly Caruso: Do you know who it is?
Sin Cara: No.
Charly Caruso: No? But Titus just said you knew who it was.
Sin Cara: Yes.
Charly Caruso: Wait do you know who it is, or do you not know who it is.
Sin Cara goes, and he looks at Charly and there is a long awkward pause and Sin Cara just goes on and says
Sin Cara: I trust Titus.
Charly gets up and Titus goes and he smiles
Titus O'Neil: See Caruso Sin trusts me, and you should too, because I am telling Titus Brand is looking to take over not just the UWF, but the world. Now Caruso it is time for you to get out, because Sin needs to focus his chi again.
Charly leaves, and we still see Titus smiling ear to ear as the show moves on forward
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.
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.
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!
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.
Out comes Y2J Chris Jericho, sporting his very, very, very, very, very expensive light-up jacket, one of his many scarves, and The List of Jericho. As the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time spins around, fireworks illuminate the stage area.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Jericho heads towards the ring, high-fiving every fan in his path, sans that one guy that always ends up disappointed by every little thing. The Ayatolla of Rock 'n' Rolla points out a few pro-Jericho signs in the crowd as he walks up the ring steps and into the squared circle, ready to start the match.
VS
DING DING DING
Chris Jericho wants to start things off along with Dalton Castle but Bobby Roode however demands to start off the match. Jericho won't back down, getting in his face and says he's the main draw here. Kennedy just makes the yapping motion with his hand but on the other side of the ring, Marty is telling Castle to attack Jericho from behind while he's distracted. Castle doesn't listen to him, wanting a clean match with someone of Jericho's caliber, looking to prove himself. Marty calls him a numpty slaps him in the face. The Miz meanwhile hops of the apron and would rather stay out of it, let his two opponents at Judgment Day take care of each other. Castle gets angry and tosses Marty into the ring. This makes Jericho turn around to see what's happening but Roode comes in and just starts attacking him from behind as well. both parties are going at it while Miz and Kennedy just watch from the floor, Kennedy grabbing some popcorn from a fan.
Mauro Ranallo: This match is already getting out of control!
Corey Graves: I'm with Kennedy, does anybody got some popcorn?
Castle ends up beating on Scurll and kicks him out of the ring. Bobby Roode having done the same to Jericho except a bit faster is already on the attack as he nails Dalton in the back of the head with a lariat! Castle goes down but he's still on all fours. Roode picks him up and puts him in a front face lock right away. He lifts his arm up, signaling for the Glorious DDT right off the bat but Castle ends up turning it into a northern lights suplex from out of nowhere complete with the bridge!
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Roode gets the shoulder up! Castle stands over Bobby who is flat on his stomach. He bends down and gets in position for the deadlift german. He picks him up but Roode elbows him in the side of the head to break free. He shoves Castle backwards, the peacock bouncing off the ropes and coming into a big spinebuster! Roode then stumbles backwards and Kennedy tags himself in. Right away he goes straight to the top rope. He positions himself before jumping off with the Kenton Bomb but The Miz actually grabs Castle and drags him out of the ring! Kennedy eats nothing but the hard mat and so Miz finds it safe to throw Castle back in towards his corner. He then hops onto the apron and tags himself in.
Miz slithers up next to Kennedy who is holding his back and trying to get to his feet. Miz slips right next to him and tries for the Skull Crushing Finale but Kennedy fights him off by wiggling free and elbowing him in the side of the head. Miz turns away holds his jaw, making sure his movie star good looks are still in tact. Maryse hops on the apron and checks on him but Kennedy turns him around and kicks him in the gut before planting him with a DDT! The ref makes the pin.
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Miz kicks out! Kennedy brings The Miz back up to his feet but Miz ends up raking his eyes to temporarily blind him. Miz goes over to his corner and makes the tag to Scurll. Marty comes in and and just straight up rakes the back of Kennedy. Marty licks his nails to a "You sick fuck" chant. Meanwhile Jericho has recovered and trips Roode of the apron. Bobby hits his face on the way down. Jericho then gets on the apron and Kennedy makes the tag. Y2J comes into the ring and Marty tells him he wants a test of strength.
Tom Phillips: Don't fall for it Chris.
Corey Graves: Yeah because we know Marty is the stronger of the two and it'd only embarrass him.
Jericho looks at the crowd and contemplates it. Marty is nodding up and down, telling Jericho to reach up and grab his hand. Jericho goes to do it but right away Marty brings his other hand out, going for a double eye poke. Jericho however knew this was coming and blocks it straight up by putting his hand between the two fingers. Marty looks shocked but still battles for position, the two practically having an arm wrestling contest except the end goal his Chris Jericho's eyes. Jericho ends up pushing Marty's fingers further and further away but The Villain uses it to his advantage by instead just grabbing Jericho's hand with both hands and right away snaps his fingers!
Corey Graves: Haha he fell for it, what an idiot!
Jericho turns away, grabbing at his hand but Scurll goes behind him and tries to lock in the chicken wing! Jericho sticks his arm out though and manages to grab onto the ropes. The ref tells Marty he needs to back off and counts to 4. Marty lets go bur Roode hops onto the apron and just lays Jericho out with a punch to the face! It counts as a legal tag and so Roode comes into the ring. Marty backs away and tells him to wait up. He backs into his corner and slaps Castle in the chest of tag him in. Dalton doesn't look pleased him with him, coming into the ring.
Dalton attention is still focused on Scurll and so Bobby comes running over, looking to hit a second lariat to the back of the head except this time Dalton has it scouts, throwing an elbow and knocking the teeth loose on Roode. Bobby stumbles back and so Dalton comes running at him with a clothesline. Roode ducks under it and Castle ends up eating a forearm shot from Kennedy! Dalton turns around in a daze only to get kicked in the gut and lifted into the air with the glorious DDT! Neither Miz nor Scurll care, opting to instead just watch as Castle gets pinned.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Chris Jericho, Mr. Kennedy and Bobby Roode!
Bobby Roode acts as if he just won the match by himself, taking the whole ring for himself to pose. It seems he forgot who was with as his arms wide pose allows Jericho a wide open opportunity to come back plant him with the Codebreaker! Now it's Jericho with his arm raised in the center of the ring. Scurll, Miz and Kennedy have all opted to leave as Jericho stands over his opponent at Judgment Day, hoping to have the same outcome next week.
END OF SHOW
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