Revolution 2/7/18

[Danny]

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: We're fresh out of Judgment Day and we've got new faces, new champions and of course new matchups.

Tom Phillips: Thats right but in the main event Sin Cara looks to score another victory over the current UWF Champion, Sheamus.

Corey Graves: Ugh if Sin Cara gets literally any offense, I think Sheamus should retire out of embarrassment.

Mauro Ranallo: Let's not forget we have 2 newcomers to the show, Larry Sweeny is back and he's brought Mark Henry along with him. He'll go up against the G1 Climax winner Chris Jericho. We also have newcomer Matt Sydal making his debut against The Miz.

Corey Graves: You know he reminds me a lot of that Evan Bourne guy we signed who never showed up to his match with the Velveteen Dream. Let's hope Sydal finds the arena tonight though.

Tom Phillips: Plus we have relative newcomer Vinny Marseglia going one on one with the Televison Champion Marty Scurll in what's sure to be another hard fought battle. Let's now head down to ringside and get the Revolution started!



GLORIOUS
NO I WON'T GIVE IN
I WON'T GIVE IN
'TIL I'M VICTORIOUS
AND I WILL DEFEND
I WILL DEFEND!

When Glorious Domination hits the PA System, crowd starts to boo immediately. When lights come back on - all on Roode - Roode poses with a huge smile on his face. Then arena lights come back while Roode still poses down. Then he walks down the ramp, listening to all the boos, again with a huge smile. He stops when he sees a fan in a Jericho shirt and shows his shirt and laughs loudly after saying "How can you still wear that?" Roode gets on the apron from the steel steps and he takes a look at the crowd while he takes all the moment in. Roode listens to boos. Roode gets in, bounces chest forward from the ropes and goes back a few steps only to pose down once again as lights are all on him again. He asks for a mic then.



Revolution... Revolution... You see, on the logo of our show the R is black on a green background. So this gives you an "Evolution" but quite frankly, there is no "Evolution". Now, what is an evolution? An evolution is a change. Just like Revolution. Change in regime, change of people, change of statement, change of anything. Something changes if it evolves, right? Or when a revolution occurs, somethings change as well because the point of making a Revolution is being sick of current and wanting to change it for something better. But I see no Evolution here, I see no Revolution here. Because I was on NXT, then on Warzone and all I said time and time again to you people and to those in the back was... I TOLD YOU SO!

Roode smirks as crowd booes.

Yeah. Boo me. Boo me even more like it is going to change something. Boo me like that matters, boo me, cheer your heroes, do your clever marky chants with the will of taking over this show but fact of the matter is you have no power. None of you have any kind of power, not even a little bit! You are just people who are being crushed under the wheels that are turning. You people are said that you have power because they want to make sure you spill that green on this company. Actually, they don't need to say that because all of you are sheeps and with no shepherd, all of you would have been lost. So no matter what you will stay here. You stay here even though I beat all your favourites, heroes and legends. Like you stay here despite the fact I beat your hero, Chris Jericho!

Fans boo Roode even more but he is just having so much fun.

Guess what? He just made the list! List of people I've beaten. List of heroes I have crushed under my boots. List of people who were wrong about me. Like Kurt Angle, Daniel Bryan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, John Cena, Eric Young, Dolph Ziggler... Is it enough or do you want me to go until the very last name, E...C...3.

Fans give mixed reaction to the owner of the company.

Yeah. Ethan Carter the Third. I don't care about you people, you are just fun. You are just tiny people trying to mess with things that are much much bigger than you, that is way out of your league. I don't care about you or those in the back. Because they have no power as well. They come here and they do their job, they can't make their voices heard. They are just brainless bodies that makes this place go. So why would I care them and talk to them? No... My message is to one and only one person. EC3... The owner of this place. The man who I have lots of history with... And a man who definitely has lots of power on this place.

Quite frankly, I think that I delivered my message to him and everyone watching this product when I stepped foot on this show, even on the very first night when I beat the reigning champion Dolph Ziggler. But somethings happened and I didn't get what I thought I've deserved. Aztec Warfare happened and the winner and the newly crowned champion was not me, it was Sheamus... Who I have beaten a few weeks ago. Then I beat Chris Jericho on Judgment Day and I made him look like the stupid idiot that he is! You dig?!

Roode is booed so much after he steals one of Jericho's lines.

So my point is as crystal clear. I am ready. I deserve it. I have earned it with all I have done since the very first night of this show. And yeah, I remember our past Ethan. I won the Rumble while I was Intercontinental Champion for your brand and I left and you let your wild dog Uso attack behind so that he can steal MY title away from me. Since then we have some bad blood between us, even before, we never saw things eye to eye. But admit it, I am the best thing on your show. I am the man who makes you earn that green, no matter how much hated I am because they pay to see me fail but they can't and they never will. Hell, I proved myself even though I didn't have to: I beat both your world champions on this brand! I beat your G-1 Climax winner Chris Jericho! I don't care about the feelings between us, I don't care the bad blood, I don't care about the past. As I said before, I've left all those disappointments and glories behind me and I am all focused on the future. A future that is bright. A future that I will once again be on the top and for that I just need a match. A match that I've won before. I want Sheamus and this time I want his title on the line as well. So come here, do the right thing, show that you are a real businessman. Why make this brand great when it can be...

GLOOOOORIOUSSS!

Roode lowers the mic and a music is heard.

Ladies and Gentlemen

E

C

3



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trouble trouble trouble

The Owner of UWF steps out from the back with a smile on his face. He doesn't waste any time, heading right down the ramp and walking up the steps and into the ring. He asks for a mic and is handed one by a ringside technician.

EC3: Oh Bobby, let me make one thing straight with you, I don't care what you want.

The crowd pops loudly while Roode just has a pissed off look on his face.

EC3: To be perfectly honest with you, I hear you rambling every week and I find it kind of sad. At least when I had grievances when I was an active competitor, I did something about it. That why I'm in the position I'm in right now. You and I have had our differences for awhile now but I'm willing to put it all in the past. When I said this was a fresh start, I meant it. Everyone was allowed the same opportunity and that's how Sheamus became UWF Champion. You, a former Royal Rumble winner had no excuse not to win Aztec Warfare and yet here we are.

You have however manged to do other things. I may not personally like you and I definitely don't "need" your star power but that doesn't mean I think you're a waste of space. Quite the opposite really. I think you're an integral part of the show. There's a reason why I put you in high profile matches You beat Dolph Ziggler on the first episode of Revolution. I didn't have to give you the main event of the very first episode. I could of had to face the Wet Bandits in a dark match but I didn't. You then defeated the current UWF Champion just last month. Granted your tactics have been a little underhanded but I don't care, you know how to get things done. I said I was giving you an opportunity if you managed to defeat Chris Jericho and you did. So now I'm honoring my word and at the next PPV, Insurrextion, Sheamus will be defending his UWF Championship against Bobby Roode.

This news makes Roode smile but the crowd on the other hand begins to boo.

EC3: That's Insurrextion though. After that is the biggest show of the year, Wrestlemania. Two men in particular have been on the up and up recently and I think they deserve a chance to headline Wrestlemania. And so next week, we'll see a number one contender's match between Seth Rollins and Cesaro, the winner of that match going on to Wrestlemania to fight the UWF Champion, regardless of who's champion at the time. Good luck with your match and have a good rest of the show.

With that EC3 leaves the ring and heads to the back.

Mauro Ranallo: What a bombshell announcement by the Owner of UWF.

Tom Phillips: Seth Rollins vs Cesaro next week, that's going to be fantastic.

Corey Graves: Yeah yeah yeah but did you hear the good news? Bobby Roode will be facing Sheamus at Insurrextion. What a Glorious main event!

Tom Phillips: So you've done the full 180 on Roode now?

Corey Graves: We all make mistakes Phillips, at least I know when to acknowledge them unlike you who pretends to be a good broadcaster still.

The segment finally fades into the next.

In a break of the action we see one of the UWF's hottest superstars the Miz walking backstage



Miz is walking, and then all of a sudden we hear a voice.

: Just the man I wanted to see.

Miz stops in his tracks and he looks up to see



Fans give a mix reaction and Titus goes on, and he begins to speak

Titus O'Neil: Miz... It is good to see you my friend.Now Miz I saw what happened last Sunday. Must've been a big bummer right? Losing a huge match like that at Judgement Day. I mean honestly most superstars like you if they lose they end up giving up. They end up going on a losing streak, but you know what Miz I don't see that in you.No what I see is a man with driven potential, and personality. That is why Miz I am looking to make a huge offer to you... You have heard of the Titus Brand haven't you? The brand that has made the man who is wrestling in the main event of tonights show Sin Cara into a boneafide superstar here in the UWF. The brand that has made Sin Cara a marketing machine being sponsored by Reebok, and Tecate. Yes that brand, and so Miz to put it quite simple Miz I am looking to expand Titus Worldwide, but I don't just want to expand it with anyone... I want to expand it with you.

Miz looks at Titus listening to the words he is speaking, and Titus goes and he begins using his hands to explain to him about the brand

Titus O'Neil: Yes you Miz, because you see just like what I saw in Sin I see money with you. I see us being successful together.I mean Miz on your own you're pretty darn good, but just think if you were with me. Just imagine you alligned with my image. That lost at Judgement Day I guarantee you won't happen. No that would just be something of a distant memory. That is why Miz I came here to offer you a position of the newest member of the Titus Brand. You come over with me Miz, and you become a bigger star then you already are. Sure Miz on your own your fine,but Miz right now you just a middleweight... You ain't a real heavyweight yet, but with me you will become the heavyweight you were always meant to be. So Miz what do you say.

Titus puts out his hand, and he goes onto continue to talk.

Titus O'Neil: Shake my hand. Shake my hand,and guarantee a future with success. Guarantee a chance for you the be a bigger star better then you already are. Come join the brand that has change lives, and made them better. Come join me, and become a money maker. But most importantly of all Miz... Come with me to become a winner... A winner not just in this ring, but a winner in life. Come join the Titus Brand.

Titus leaves his hand out looking to see if Miz will shake it....



Miz looks at Titus' hand and smirks to himself for a brief second

"Really...Really? You want me, THE most must-see superstar in UWF history, to join your dinky little brand? Titus, I've been wrestling for over 10 years now, I've made movies, I've traveled around the world countless times, and yet somehow this offer has just topped my list of most unimportant things I've ever heard. I've had to listen to guys telling the 10-year old kids in the crowd to 'Never Give Up', I've been snubbed at big events by wrestlers of yesteryear, hell I've been forced to wear a chicken suit for a KFC commercial and you show up and tell me that without this 'Titus Worldwide Brand' I'm not a big star? Last Sunday at Judgement Day I did not lose, I was not pinned and I was not submitted. I was simply trying to protect Maryse and then Dalton's minions ruined things as per usual and injured my goddess of a wife."

Titus retracts his hand slowly, listening to Miz.

"And, and without your brand I am not a money maker? I've been a money maker for 17 years, even when I was just a college dropout appearing on The Real World I was printing money wherever I went! I've been in 10 different movies, I've been on 25 different television shows whether they be game shows or long-running series, and this face isn't going to be leaving screens, whether they be television or silver, for a long, long time. So, Titus, you can take your insignificant brand and your miraculously obtained sponsors and go get someone more on your level...maybe Horneswoggle would be a better suit for this circus act you call Titus Worldwide. For now, I have to go to my personal locker room and make sure Maryse is still okay."

Miz walks off, leaving Titus looking not upset, but a bit agitated at Miz's insults to the Titus Brand.

The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Fans young and old are treated to a close-up of the monstrous grimace of the silverback himself - Mark Henry. The World's Strongest Man.



First fixated on his menacing visage, the shot slowly scales back, revealing his domineering stature inch by sweat-dripping inch. He's always sweaty. And angry. And sorta panting.

Once the camera has zoomed back far enough, it becomes clear that Larry Sweeney is standing at his man's side. The brains behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. is sporting his signature shit-eating grin as he addresses the people directly.

Sweeney: Just when you thought you'd seen the last of ol' Larry Sweeney... ahahaha! I'm back Mama! And better than ever! Ahahaha!

He throws his head back and cackles, but that mouth can't stop runnin' for long.

Sweet 'n' Sour was the be-all-end-all of Warzone. You don't have to rewind the PVR too far back to see what kinda shape I had the place in. Tip top, ladies and gentlemen. Only the highest standard would suffice. And I must be a miracle worker, cause I managed all that with a scrawney canuck nerd who had about as much fashion sense as your friendly, neighborhood registered sex offender.

So just imagine, if you will, what I'm gonna do to this oh-so-appropriately named REVOLUTION with the World's.... Strongest... Maaaaaaaaaan by my side! Ohahaha! Yeah you bet the house that it won't be long at all before Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. has this place wrapped around our fingers. That's a guarantee alright!

I mean... just look at this son of a gun... really look at him!



Sweeney steps back, gesturing towards Henry, who hasn't moved an inch yet. A scathing statue.

Standing at six-and-a-half-feet, weighing just shy of four-hundred pounds and kids, that's solid muscle. Real muscle. No showroom shine necessary. No phony balogna baby-oil greasejob on inflatable juiced-up biceps here, no sir. This... this is as real as it gets. A bonafide, record-breaking powerhouse who TOOK the title of World's Strongest Man the day he lifted more than any of the other guys could. It's that simple. It's scientific fact. It's undeniable. Inarguable. Inescapable.

His tone cools into a foreboding whisper...

And if you're Chris Jericho... it's a mother freakin' nightmare.

Larry leans towards the camera.

Chris, I know you're out there listening. So hear this... now's the time. Now's the time for you to hang up the boots and tights and make the rockstar thing a full time gig. You don't got long buddy, but I'm giving you fair warning. An honest heads up. By my watch, you've got... hell... fifteen, twenty minutes to hop in a car and high tail it to the nearest airport. Once you get there, find the next flight outta town that'll take you as far away from that ring out there as you can get, cause I swear on the soul of my great-Granny, it's the last place you wanna be tonight.

You are booked in a wrestling match with a monster. Seriously. A monster. We call him the Silverback cause as far as anyone can tell, he's more gorilla than person. You don't stand a chance, and there's no shame in that pal, cause nobody does. You don't wanna be the first name in the Hall of Pain. You don't wanna be the guy that everyone reads about in the papers tomorrow morning. You've always been a fame junkie who'd sell an arm and a leg for a headline... but you're more than liable to end up in the obits if you're still in this arena when that bell rings. Isn't that right, Mark?

Sweeney turns Marh Henry, who just continues to glare straight ahead for a short while before walking away. As he leaves, the smile once again creeps across Larry's face, and he tails after his partner-client. Revolution continues elsewhere.


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring with me already, from St. Louis, Missouri and weighing in at 165 pounds, Matt SY-DAL!

There's considerable cheering as Sydal works the crowd from inside the ring, climbing a turnbuckle and pointing out to some fans a few rows back, shouting out to them.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...

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.



-VS-

DING DING DING!

Matt Sydal takes off full tilt at the Miz and dives for a forearm, but Miz quickly sidesteps it and Sydal eats the turnbuckle. As the high-flier rebounds out of the corner, Miz kicks him in the gut and drops him with a spike DDT, then rolls him over and goes for a quick cover. He doesn't even get the one-count, so he washes Sydal's face with the palm of his hand as he stands up, eliciting some booing from the crowd. Miz then hauls Sydal to his feet and sends him off the ropes. As Sydal rebounds, he goes for a running enzuigiri, but Miz has it scouted and swats the kick aside. Sydal lands on his ass and scoots back to the ropes, then quickly scurries back to his feet. He charges Miz again and this time he jumps onto the A-lister's shoulders, looking for a hurricanrana, but Miz simply charges toward the corner and powerbombs him spine-first into the top turnbuckle!

Tom Phillips: Matt Sydal has been going full-tilt looking for some sort of offence here tonight but he's being shut out left, right and centre, gentlemen!

Corey Graves: Of course he is, Phillips. The Miz is must-see TV. Sydal is nothing. This'll be over quick.

Sydal is leaning against the turnbuckle, so naturally Miz sees this as an opportunity and moves to the corner, unloading on his opponent with some nasty knife's edge chops to the chest. Sydal sells every single blow as though it's life insurance, crying out, writhing and damn near breaking into tears. Miz then heads to an adjacent corner, turns back around and takes off full bore at Sydal, then boots him in the face so hard the high-flyer's boots lift off the canvas! As Miz pulls away, Sydal stumbles out of the corner and Miz wraps him up and spikes him with the Skull-Crushing Finale! Miz rolls Sydal over and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,
THE MIZ!



Corey Graves: He said Matt Sydal's debut match would be a blink-and-you-miss-it affair and The Miz was good on his word. I don't think this match even ran five minutes!

Tom Phillips: I... have never been so disappointed in my UWF career.

Mauro Ranallo: Like Icarus, gentlemen, Mr. Sydal tried to fly, but he flew too close to the sun and now has crashed back down to Earth in a skull-crushing finale.

Maryse climbs into the ring and celebrates with her victorious husband as Sydal lies face-down, disgraced in his debut here in the UWF by the self-proclaimed most must-see athlete in the business. The fans are booing loudly as the feed moves along.



A awful screech is heard, rather suddenly then a pause begins. A piano is distantly heard, distorted yet familiar. Familiar to the UWF’s one and only villain. Marty Scurll.

The camera cuts as does the piano. Marty Scurll is standing in the sea with the umbrella over his head. His mouth doesn’t make out words although his voice is heard.



Marty Scurll: “Fear… what everybody loathes, hates. Despises among other words. But what would we be without fear?”

Marty is then pictured on a bench, still he isn’t speaking but we can hear these words.

Marty Scurll: “Without fear we wouldn’t care about anything. We’d lose all of our other emotions. Love, sadness. I don’t have that much fear inside of me although I must admit, I do have some.”

“Once upon a time there was a boy. Named Martin. He was a playful boy, he loved partying all night. Until one night when he came home and his friend had been killed, right outside his front door. He panicked. He called the police, he screamed and cried until they arrived. They took him away… then they didn’t even know what had happened to him. His friend died without cause. He feared… for a while. He hid, away from everyone.”

“He had nobody. At this point he changed himself, into a insane ball of fire that you all might know as the Villain. He lost most of his fear because he believed in the Villain. He lost all of his care in the world, and then he signed his UWF contract. Arrived here at Summerslam… stalled amongst mediocrity. And then he won this.”



Marty Scurll holds up his UWF Television Title as the shot switches to where he’s speaking. He then breathes to continue.

Marty Scurll: “But this isn’t about me… is it Vinny? My story doesn’t matter for now because I am going to make the future, carving my way through Vinny Marseglia who won’t beat me at Attitude. I thought I was like Vinny, I was wrong. I’m not “INKSanity”. I’m myself. I started from the bottom, scratched and clawed and look where I am now. I am the Villain and I wouldn’t be anything different.”

“A lot of people think I’ve forgotten my roots… I haven’t. I burnt them off. The Villain doesn’t look to the past anymore, he only looks to the future and the future is bright from his name being lit up in big bold text. Spelt, “V-I-L-L-A-I-N”. I am the Villain. Long. Live. The Villain.”

Marty Scurll closes his eyes and looks to the ground as the camera fades, we’ll see him go one on one with Vinny Marseglia tonight.




Fans give a mix reaction seeing the Titus Brand's number one wrestler Sin Cara backstage, Sin Cara is getting ready for his big match with World Champion Sheamus tonight, and Titus comes in storming.

Titus O'Neil: Just who in the hell does that man think he is!
Sin did you see that earlier? Did you see the disrespect that the Miz gave to me?

Sin Cara looks at Titus, and nods his head no, and Titus continues to talk

Titus O'Neil: I mean the nerve at that little man. He talked about all this money he made, and how he is already a success. Does he not understand that I make miracles, and that if you're already a success joining with me will make me more successful. The nerve of him Sin. Sin what do you think about this? What do you think about this man turning down to join the Titus Brand.

Sin Cara: Bad.

Titus O'Neil: That is right BAD. B-A-D Bad! Bad! Bad!
I mean look at you Sin. I got you the main event tonight. Does the Miz want that?
Well clearly with his attitude it doesn't seem like it... You know what Sin he called Titus Brand a circus... but lets show that fool we mean business. Sin you're going to go out there, and beat Sheamus easy okay.

Sin Cara: Alright.

Titus O'Neil: Yes, and once you do... then he will have to say yes. He will have to want to join the brand.

The scene fades away with Titus still obviously steamed






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.






While an initial brand-recognition pop rocks the building, there's an immediate sense of bummed-out-ed-ness when the reality sinks in.


Larry Sweeney is back!


The genius behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. - the only mastermind left in the game - the man with the twelve gauge mouth. Larry Sweeney. He struts out on to the ramp, a gigantic grin spread across his face as behind him stands his client, The World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry!



Tony Chimel: "And his opponent, accompanied by Larry Sweeney, from Houston Texas, he is the "World's Strongest Man", Mark Henry!"

The pair walks down to the ring, and Larry shows off Henry like a million dollar trophy. Henry himself steps up the steps and raises his arm, but before he can get in the ring, Chris Jericho bounces off the ropes and springboard dropkicks Henry down to the floor!

Corey Graves: "Hey! Talk about a cheap trick, Jericho didn't even let Sweeny finish strutting his stuff!

Tom Phillips: "As much of a funk machine Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. maybe, Jericho isn't falling under his spell Corey."

Henry is only downed for a moment, as he looks up at Jericho who's egging him to get into the ring. Larry directs traffic as he's talking up Henry too beat down Jericho. Henry stands up and wastes little time to get back up on the apron. Jericho once again tries too attack him, but as he runs forward for the World's Strongest Man, he's caught by the throat and shoved back into the ring. Henry takes a step into the middle and top rope with one leg, but before getting in, Jericho is able to make one more desperate move of offense, kicking the rope up and hanging Henry's manhood up too dry on the rope! He falls into the ring and the ref is quick too ring the bell too get the match started.

DING! DING! DING!

Chris rolls Henry backwards as best he can too get a pin on him!

...1!






...2!






...Kickout!


Henry with all his strength throws Jericho off him and slowly recovers too a knee, but Jericho is quick the back of Henry's head, hitting the neck fat and yelling at him "Debit or Credit, jackass!". The crowd laugh this off, but Henry responds with a loud chop too the chest of Jericho. The air is thrown out of him and he leans back into the turnbuckle. Henry gets up and like a train hitting a sheep, he bulldozes Chris with a running lariat. He's not done as he picks up Jericho high over his head with a military press, and slams him down on his back! He gets on his knees and hands, and as Jericho does the same, like a pitbull, Henry headbutts Jericho. He stands up and raises his hands up in the air too boos, but Sweeny on the outside is jumping for joy like a schoolgirl as he yells for Mark too pin him. Mark gets one foot of Jericho's chest and the ref counts.

...1!






...2!






...Kickout!

Jericho kicks out holding his chest and tries rolling out of the ring, but Mark grabs him by the feet, lifts him up, and slams him down belly first! Jericho holds his stomach and stands up, but has little time to catch his breath as Henry picks him up for the World's Strongest Slam! It looks like it's game over, but as Henry throws up Jericho for the impact, he uses the moment too hop up behind him! As Henry turns around in confusion, Jericho once again chops Henry, this time in the chest multiple times. Henry tries to defend but he's backed up into the ropes. Jericho takes a few steps back and runs for him, but Henry throws him over the top rope, but wait! Jericho skins the cat and holds on! Henry tries to regain his balance, shaking his head, when he turns around he sees Jericho coming from the top rope with a dropkick that takes him down onto his back. In true Y2J fashion, he yells "Come on baby!", runs the ropes, and hits Henry with a picture perfect lionsault! He connects with a pin!

...1!






...2!






...Kickout!

Henry kicks out in a similar fashion, but the action is taking its toll on him. Both men slowly get to their feet and start one another with strikes to the head, Henry is quick to end the exchange with a fierce headbutt that downs Jericho. Henry runs the ropes this time and comes down for a splash, but Jericho dodges outta the way. When Henry gets up, Jericho runs at him for a crossbody but he's caught! Henry lifts him up for the World's Strongest Slam and yet again Jericho jumps up behind him! Sweeny gets up on the rope too start yelling at Jericho, but he pushes Henry into him! He's sent flying like a wet noodle against the barricade and starts swearing like a sailor. The ref is distracted by this, and Jericho hits Henry below the belt with a swift kick!

Tom Phillips: "The Sweenster is down! As is the chance of Henry having more children with that hit!"

Henry is holding his manhood in pain and as he turns around, Jericho jumps up and hits the Codebreaker! He runs the ropes and hits him once again with the Lionsault! The ref counts!



...1!






...2!






...3!

DING! DING! DING!



Jericho has his hand raises in victory, holding his ribs in pain as Henry rolls out of the ring. Sweeney goes over, overreacting as he holds his back and checking on his client. He stares up at Jericho with a mean mug, buit Jericho laughs at him, strutting his own stuff out of the ring and raising his hand in victory as the screen fades away.


As the UWF action of the Revolution broadcast comes to a stopping point for the time being, the camera pans away so that it’s no longer capturing the inside of the arena and is now filming what appears to be an area of the backstage as there stands one of the evening’s competitors, clad in his entrance attire and holding his trademark axe in front of him.



Vinny Marseglia: In preparation for tonight’s match, you’ve had to ask yourself something you haven’t had to in awhile, and that’s how to prepare. And I know that even though you’ve had a week, you don’t have an answer. Because honestly, I’m not someone you can prepare for. You can’t take my words to formulate a defense because when I tell you what I intend to do, I’m not drawing you a map because even though you know the what, you don’t know the how or the when, and you can’t prepare for something with that much uncertainty.

You can’t go by how I fought with Sheamus because there’s several reasons that I won’t be fighting you the same way. So what do you do? Try to survive. Because ‘life is short, and shortly it will end. Death comes quickly and respects no one. Death destroys everything and takes pity on no one.’

You might not believe that, because up until my arrival, there was no one here to remind you just how fleeting your existence is. But you have to have some grasp on it, because that’s what your mask represents. But whether you’re completely ignorant on the subject or have mastered all of its knowledge, I will take the same pleasure in what I’m about to do to you.

And after tonight, no one will be able to use the catchphrase, “Long Live The Villain” because it’s going to be the ‘Bird of Prey’’s last flight, and the name on the lips of those not too traumatized to talk about it won’t be Marty, it’ll be Marseglia.

The camera pans out enough to show Vinny holding one of Scurll’s masks in his other hand as he drops it to the ground. The camera pans so that all that’s in the shot is the mask resting on the floor as suddenly, with a near war cry, Vinny cries out as the axe comes into the shot and the mask is split in half. The camera remains where it is as, from that angle, you see the axe being picked up and Vinny walking away as Revolution heads elsewhere.


We turn our attention to the announce table where there sits Tom Phillips, Corey Graves, and Mauro Ranallo.




Tom Phillips: "Well ladies and gentlemen, after an exciting night of action here on Revolution, we'd like to take you back to Judgement Day, where all was revealed when Vampiro took on Seth Rollins for the Intercontinental Championship."

SPOILER: Click to show

Vampiro looks irate at the official and spits a mist in his eyes, then drops him with the bite! Now the fans reach riotous levels of noise as, rather suddenly, a figure comes tearing down the ramp!

Tom Phillips: Who's this? Someone's coming to make the save!

Corey Graves: Not so fast, Tom! This could be the Intercontinental Champion's mystery man!

As the figure slides into the ring and the cameras finally get a look at him, it becomes clear that Jimmy Jacobs has arrived in the UWF! Vampiro turns and glares at him, but then the two laugh and Jacobs turns with Vampiro to stalk Rollins, who gets to his feet seeing only Vampiro and goes to attack him with a feeble punch. Vampiro swats it aside, then delivers a flurry of blows to Rollins before spinning him around. As Rollins turns, he is be grabbed in a clutch and dragged to the corner for the Contra Code from Jacobs! The fans are very heated as Rollins hits the canvas and Jacobs gets back to his feet, both men laying the beat down on the architect, but then...



Mauro Ranallo: Gentlemen, things have just hit Olympic porportions!

The fans get on their feet as Rollins' mentor tears out of the back in ring gear, looking ready for a fight! Vampiro turns to address the new arrival as the Olympic Hero slides into the ring and shrugs off the attacks of the Intercontinental Champion before kicking him in the gut and throwing him out of the ring. Angle then turns to a charging Jacobs and simply lifts him up and over with the Olympic Slam! Jacobs sells the impact like life insurance as he thrashes about, but Angle's not done as he pulls him up and hits a second Olympic Slam, and then a third! Angle then slides out of the ring, dragging Jacobs out to the floor and locking in the ankle lock! The fans are cheering loudly as Jacobs screams in pain and Vampiro moves to do something about it only to catch a suicide dive that takes him to the floor from Rollins! The Architect gets to his feet and throws Vampiro back into the ring, then enters himself and lines the Dark Angel up. The official starts to stir as Vampiro sits up and Rollins lays him right back out with the Avada Kedavra to a huge pop! Vampiro, however, refuses to stay down and rolls onto hands and knees, so Rollins goes for and connects with the Curb Stomp! Rollins then shoves the Intercontinental Champion onto his back and hooks the leg as the fans count with the official:

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, and the NEW
UWF Intercontinental Champion:

SETH ROLLINS!

Corey Graves: "Talk about a ripoff, Angle should've kept his nose out of it and let his understudy defend himself."

Maruo Ranallo: "No matter how you slice it, we DO have a new Intercontinental Champion in the form of Seth Rollins. We also have a video to play for the UWF Universe, as Vampiro has been requested to explain what's been happening as of late. We go too that said footage now."

The scene fades out too black, as the footage is played from earlier this week. In a kitchen sits a man with a somewhat unprofessional set of clothing on. Unbuttoned dress shirt, jeans with holes in them, the works. On the table can be seen a few drinks, some cartons of cigarettes, and an ash trey. The man in question lights one up, with the camera focused on it before scrolling up.

: "Three whole years... it's been far too long, Tyler."

It doesn't take long for it to be revealed as Jimmy Jacobs as the man in the seat. He takes a long drag, blows out some smoke, and remains silent for 5 or so moments. He bumps it against the ashtray as he begins to speak, resting his elbow on the table with a questioning expression.




Jimmy Jacobs: "Or I guess, "Seth Rollins", was technically the man who left me for dead on the streets all those years ago, heh. Excuse my prescense, but Ian's out of commision at the moment, it's my turn for me too say what I have too say. Rollins, you've done a lot since the last time we met. From UWF Global Champion, too International Champion, the list goes on and on of all the success you've had since you broke away from me. I gotta admit, you've been alright. How can I knock down the guy who's literally been the face of this company for so long?"

He looks at the camera with a smile, shaking his head with a small chuckle.

Jimmy Jacobs: "I don't. You see Sethie-boy, I'll be the first too congratulate you on your win last Sunday. But, with your bald headed thumb of a mentor, you once proved too the world why you still don't got it. You're just like anyone else on this Roster, you don't have what it takes too win the big one. As far as I see it, you lost this war years ago. You were warned that when you refused too come quietly too the monster you know as Vampiro, your karma would consume you, and as it stands, seems karma's a bitch for you right now."

The smile's gone from Jacobs face, as he takes a sip from a drink on the table, and a serious look fades on his face.




Jimmy Jacobs: "You see Seth, a friend of mine once said that the greatest lie the Devil ever told anyone was that he never exsisted, and Rollins, you are that devil. You say your past actions don't mean a thing now, but you've got it all wrong. The sins you have committed against me were heinous. Leaving another human being out too dry, literally, in the cold streets. This may all be hazzy too you. Hell, you might even play dumb, but the fact of the matter is that you Seth, are the Devil of the UWF himself. You weren't always like this. There was once an age a long, long time ago, where Seth Rollins and Jimmy Jacobs were the best of friends. Where it was us and a crippled little boyagainst the world. This was an age known as, "The Age of The Fall"."

The camera scrolls down too the lap of Jacobs, where he holds a photo album in a binder. Showing off pictures of himself, a man that indeed is Seth Rollins, and other members of this group.



However, these aforementioned photos have a man with one leg with his face x'd out on each photo. Jacobs closes the book, takes a long drag out of his cigarette, and takes a heavy blow of air too add, looking off into the distance for awhile. This eerie silence goes on for a few more minutes than he continues.

Jimmy Jacobs: "Gowen's been gone for a very long time. You and I were the only things we had left in this world, and I was fine with that. I was fine having a man next to me that hated this world just as badly. But like all the other things that Jimmy Jacobs had held dearly too his life, it turns around and leaves him to fend for himself, only this time; Jimmy Jacobs was the victim, and Seth Rollins got away with attempted murder. You held the fact you left me out too die like it was a trophy, and went on too all these bigger and better things. In layman's terms, you stabbed your only brother in the back. Now, that same brother's come back, and conveniently enough, you're the one with a target on your back. You took something very dear to Vampiro, what he does to you when he gets his shot at the Intercontinental Championship again is out of my control, but know this; I'll get my hands on you again. You can't avoid me any longer."

Jacobs takes a final drag before putting out the cigarette in the ashtray, smashing it and letting it sit in the tray. He blows the smoke out of his mouth and simply stares at the camera with his final words.



Jimmy Jacobs: "Seth Rollins, I hate your guts. "


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. There is a difference this time as he makes his way out from the back; the fresh, shiny, Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist. The spotlight glistens off the championship as the newly crowned champion begins to slowly make 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 makes is way into the ring and lift the belt up high over his head





Tony Chimel: “ Standing at 6 foot 1 inches, Weighing in at 220 lbs, and hailing from Buffalo, Iowa, he is The reigning Intercontinental Champion: Seth Rollins!!!”


Seth Rollins: “I’ve been making it routine of laying out my goals and then either achieving them or making significant progress right before everyone’s beady little eyes. At Judgement Day, I did what I said I would do. I spoke it into existence and what the world thought was going to be a fable or a fluke, turned out to be the stone cold truth. The big scary demon was slayed. The night time Vampire was beaten and eaten alive. The Intercontinental Reign of Fear crumpled up in front of the world’s eyes. Just like I prophesized, that pathetic reign came to a sputtering end. I am your brand new Intercontinental Champion and I am the one that curb stomped Vampiro’s head straight into the mat. I am the roadblock that he couldn’t figure out or defeat. I am the one that has Vampiro and the rest of the industry figured out. It’s time that I organize everyone’s downfall as the Architect in this business. I will give everyone the tools that they need to destroy themselves, and I will take advantage of the situation, just like I did with Vampiro.

“I am the hardest worker on the block right now. And in the same sentence, our great UWF Champion is putting on the most disappoint reign in the history of the belt. As weak and lazy as he is looking these days, combined with the fact that no one listens or pays attention to our other champion, my next statement should be easy to comprehend. I am the greatest champion that this show has to offer at this current moment and there is no one on this roster who can make me change those thoughts or beliefs that I have. I have been on an absolute tear as of late and no one man is going to slow me down or impede my progress. I have strategically positioned myself to be a show stopper and the main guy on the highlight reel here. There isn’t a man that I fear on the roster nor is there anyone who is going to stop me. Chris Jericho failed, just like he always does when he went against me. I basically curb stomped Mr. Kennedy and Adam Cole out of the UWF. I vanquished Vampiro and the others that I defeated aren’t even worth mentioning. I am the one bright star on the roster right now and I have plans to go to infinity and beyond. The funny thing is this isn’t Toy Story nor am I Buzz Light Year.”





“Now since Vampiro wants to be an expert in the art of storytelling, I’ll have to be the expert in the art of ass kicking. You bringing up old faces and old stories does nothing to change the fact that I am just better than you in all aspects of life. So if you dare to hang around like a fly around a disgusting stench then keep flying and flapping your wings around. Don’t cry when I snap those bitches in half.”



The feed takes us to the SportsCenter studio where former UWF COO Paul Levesque (aka HHH) is mid-interview. Some text comes up on the screen indicating this is a previously aired segment from earlier in the week.

Interviewer: So, Paul, tell us more about what has been going on the past few weeks. We all saw you storming UWF Headquarters, why?



Paul Levesque: Look, that was all a misunderstanding. A lot of things have been going on since we sold the UWF, man. A lot of things have come home to roost and one of those things was a very large lawsuit for discrimination that, unbeknownst to me at the time, was settled by UWF lawyers before we cashed out on the business.

The interviewer seems very interested all of a sudden, sniffing an exclusive -- or, as some would call it, a Sclusie -- and continues to press the question.

Interviewer: Can you tell us more about that? I am sure many fans of the company and yourself are interested.

Paul Levesque: Right so, I have to be careful exactly what it is that I say because of the terms of the settlement. But suffice to say the UWF used to have a show we collectively referred to as "the Purple Show," and on that show there was a group of... well, we'll call them malcontents who formed because they didn't like the way we did business. After years of success with the company, they declared we were discriminating against them and filed a lawsuit. Long story short, corporate thought it would be bad for optics if we let the suit play out in courts and might spill the beans on too many... we'll call them "trade secrets"... and so we decided to just settle. For a very big amount of money.

But what then happened was the company started losing ratings, and as a result we started bleeding advertisers and ultimately, the company ended up in bankruptcy. That's when we were bought out by the Carters -- with their deep pockets -- and that money went largely to paying off the settlement. So now, I'm pretty close to broke, to be honest. And I've got kids in Montessori, and God knows I've got an expensive wife. So I got angry.

The interviewer hmms a bit, then decides to press his luck.

Interviewer: That brings us to UWF HQ. What came of your time there?

Levesque laughs. Then he raises a hand and speaks.

Paul Levesque: Another lawsuit from the security guard I slammed. But I feel Carter and I actually had a pretty productive conversation, you know? He set the record straight on some concerns I had, and even offered me a bit of advice to consider. Confidential advice, though, not at liberty to discuss it. And in fact, I've got a thing to do now so, uhh... I'm gonna have to wrap this up.

The interviewer looks disappointed at first, but then nods.

Interviewer: Understood. And Paul, thank you for your time today. Also special thanks to our sponsors and to you, our viewers. Moving on to our next story: The Pyeongchang Olympics are underway and already...

The feed moves on.




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 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.

VS


DING DING DING


Once the bell rings, Vinny just stands there with a crazed look on his face. Marty isn't quite sure what to make of him but it's clear he doesn't see him as a serious threat. He waves his hand back and forth to see if Vinny is all there but Marseglia just keeps his eyes forward on him. Marty decides to walk up closer, getting halfway across the ring, asking if he's ok with a smile on his face, making a joke of his opponent. Vinny still doesn't react, just breathing heavily with a smile on his face. Marty gets all the way up closer to him and waves his hand in front of his face. Still nothing from Marseglia and so Scurll looks back at the ref, asking him if he should just start but Vinny just reaches out and bites the hand Scurll was waving right in front of him!


Tom Phillips: What in the world!

Corey Graves: When Vinny said he had severed fingers before, I didn't think he meant it literally.


Marty is screaming out in pain and the ref right away tries to break them apart. He's unable to however but Marty headbutts him in order to finally break free. He walks towards the center of the ring a bit woozy from the headbutt and also bleeding a bit from his fingers. Everything seems to be attached but Vinny comes out of the corner with a running dropkick to the back. Scurll gets pushed into the opposite corner and collides with the turnbuckles. Vinny walks over to him and rakes his nails on the back of the Villain. Marty hops around, arching his back from the pain but Vinny comes over and grabs him in a headlock before proceeding to rub his head across the top rope and then tossing him out of the ring.


Mauro Ranallo: Who knew Vinny Marseglia would out villain THE Villain.

Corey Graves: Judging from his brawl with Sheamus last week, I knew he was a little unhinged but this is just flat out scary.


Marty walks around the ring, trying to get a bit of a breather but Marseglia comes flying out of the ring with a suicide dive to knock Scurll into the barricade! Not yet done, Vinny picks him back up and slams his face into the barricade over and over again. Marty looks completely out of it and so Vinny picks him up off the floor and tosses him back into the ring, following him in. Scurll is on his hand and knees crawling around to get to the ropes. Vinny simply walks over to him and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He's got the same crazed look he's had since the start of the match and nails Scurll with a death valley driver! Finally he goes for a pin.



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Scurll kicks out! Vinny picks him back up right away and brings him over to the corner tossing him into it. He backs away to the center of the ring, then runs forward but Marty gets the boot up. In what would daze a normal man, Vinny just smiles and runs forward again. Marty puts the boot up once more but Marseglia catches it this time. He pulls him out of the corner but Scurll turns it into a hurrincanrana. Vinny stops himself when he reaches the ropes and turns around, running to take off Scurll head with a clothesline while he's getting back to his feet. Marty ends up moving out of the way and grabbing Vinny's hand that was extended for the clothesline. In one quick motion he snaps the fingers, a loud pop being heard and making the audience groan.

Marseglia turns away and shakes his hand before trying to pop them back into place. With his back turned, Marty spins around and throws his arms up in the air calling for the chicken wing! He goes to apply the hold but Vinny starts running backwards and smashing him into the corner. From there he throws a couple of back elbows to the sides of Scurll's head, going back and forth between his right and left elbow. The ref counts to 4 and backs Vinny away. Scurll ends up falling down to a seated position bu thats just where Vinny wants him. He comes running towards him, taking him out with a knee right to the face! Scurll looks dazed and so Marseglia pulls him out of the corner and goes for the pin.



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Scurll kicks out! Vinny gets back to his feet and brings Scurll up along with him. Marty tries to fight him off with a few shots to the midsection but Vinny returns the favor with headbutt to further daze Scurll. From there, he lifts him up and delivers a backbreaker but keeps Scurll bent over his knee, putting pressure on his leg and face with each hand, bending him in half, trying to do more damage to the back.


Tom Phillips: I think we're beginning to see just how cold and calculating the Horror King can be.

Corey Graves: I mean we saw him go toe to toe with the UWF Champion, I don't think this guy is anything to sneeze at.


Scurll is being bent in half but The Villain always finds a way. He ends up reaching up and grabbing at the hair of Vinny, pulling his head down and using his leg to knee him in the side of the head. The first one dazes him but the second finally releases the pressure and Scurll gets free. Both men take awhile to compose themselves, Scurll rubbing his back and Vinny trying to shake loose the cobwebs from the knee. They both look at each other from across the ring and come to the center of the ring to trade blows. Vinny being the bigger of the two gains the advantage in the striking game but it's nothing and old fashioned poke to the eyes can't stop. Now temporarily blinded, Vinny just starts swinging randomly, hoping to land a hit on Scurll. Marty kicks him in the gut and then hits a falcon arrow. He hooks the leg for the pin.



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Marseglia kicks out! Marty gets back to his feet and starts to flap his arms around, the crowd giving him a Woop Woop chant as he waits for Vinny to get on his feet. He spins around and calls out for the chicken wing once more but once again Vinny fights him off, this time rolling him forward. Scurll rolls through up to his feet and turns around right into a stiff forearm. Vinny then runs back to bounce off the ropes and come back with a clothesline but Scurll feints a superkick that makes Vinny put his hands up to block his face. Scurll yells out "Just kidding" and is about to go for the superkick to the knee but Vinny turns him inside out with a big clothesline before he can do anything else! Vinny once again goes for the pin.



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Scurll kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: It seems like none of Scurll's antics seem to be working for him this match.

Corey Graves: The Television Champion didn't seem to think much of Vinny Marseglia coming into this match but it looks like he's forcing him to take notice.


Vinny gets back up and drags Scurll over to the corner. From there he heads out to the apron and climbs up to the top rope. He looks down at Scurll who hasn't moved before leaping off with the Redrum but Marty gets his knees up and Marseglia lands right across them! Vinny is on his knees, holding his back from the impact. Marty gets to his feet and ends up superkicking him in the face! Not yet satisfied, Scurll picks up Vinny and gets him up in a suplex position before suddenly dropping him down onto his knee for the Ghostbuster! He makes sure to place his forearm across Vinny's face as he goes for the cover.



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Marseglia kicks out! Scurll looks angered by this. He gets up to his feet and starts berating Vinny, telling him to "Stay down numpty". He starts putting the boots to him causing Marseglia to try to get away to the corner. Scurll ends up picking him up int he corner and places him on the top rope. He gives him a good old slap to the face and thens turns away from him. He ends up grabbing Vinny and placing him into an inverted crucifix. He walks to the center of the ring for the Bird of Prey but Vinny wiggles free and drops down behind him, grabbing him from behind as he's falling to nail a backstabber! Right away the Horror King heads up to the top rope, leaping off with the Redrum, this time landing right on top of the Television Champion! Marseglia leans back and hooks both legs for the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Vinny Marseglia!




Mauro Ranallo: Marseglia continues to impress, taking two champions to the limit.

Corey Graves: I think Marty didn't take this match as serious as he should of and it cost him but next time, he'll be more than prepared.


Vinny just smiles with the same crazy look on his face to start this match off. A couple of the fans in the front row try their hardest not to make eye contact as he heads up the ramp and the live feed goes elsewhere.


As Revolution rolls on, we're taken backstage where we see the overweight, suited frame of Paul Heyman backstage. He looks as if he has something to say, as he turns to face the camera in a refined fashion.

Paul Heyman: “Shut. up.”

Paul adjusts his tie in an equally refined way, yet so with a bit of sass.




Paul Heyman: “Two simple words. One Meaning: keep it quiet or else. That was exactly what happened to Mr. Kennedy. All Ken Kennedy did was talk. Talk, talk, talk. He talked a lot when Cesaro first faced Kennedy, and you can bet he talked a whole lot more when he beat Cesaro through underhanded tactics. But, it didn’t end there, did it? The words and insults kept flowing out of dictionary within Mr. Kennedy’s head, and this became especially prominent when he decided to invite himself onto commentary for Cesaro’s match and insult my client’s resume. Boring. Tedious. Dull. But, that’s where me, and my client, said enough… was enough.”

Paul Heyman: “You see, at that point, payback was an evitability. It was going to happen in Cesaro’s favor, one way – or another. And, that day did come – oh, yes it did. Paul E. laughs And, on what day more fitting, more ironic, than Judgement Day? Like the God I describe him as, Cesaro, came down onto Kennedy like the hammer of god itself. And, now where’s Kennedy? Sitting at home. Sucking juice through a straw. Wishing he had kept his mouth shut, because Cesaro ended up stapling it shut for him with a neutralizer. Cesaro is a god of this sport we call professional professional wrestling, ladies and gentlemen. Old time mames like Hulk Hogan, the Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and new time legends like Daniel Bryan, Kevin Steen, AJ Styles have nothing on this man’s incredible work rate.”

Paul Heyman: “And, now: speaking of inevitabilities, it was only a matter of time before Cesaro would get his shot – at capturing UWF, at Wrestlemania. Seth Rollins, will be a stepping stone for Cesaro. Cesaro, will swing Seth Rollins from corner-to-corner, and staple his jaw shut like he did to Mr. Kennedy. The same will happen to Sheamus. It’s all an envitability, ladies and gentlemen; it’s all a matter of time, before God claims his kingdom in heaven.”

Paul stares boldly into the lens of the camera, as Revolution rolls on.

We open on a foggy barn out in the middle of the woods. It is pitch black except for a single bulb with Bray sitting in a rocking chair just giggling to himself



"My Children your savior has come to save your souls. The day of reckoning has come for UWF. Oh yes you knew it was on its way. She whispers in the air that it was approaching. But you all didn't pay attention to it and now you will all burn. Sister Abigail tells me that this place need guidance, needs a purpose, someone who can lead the way and teach these people the ways of the right. Well she had lead me to UWF to make everyone tremble and make a mockery of your heroes. I am the shiver up your spine, the thing under your bed, everything that your parents told you to be scared of is what I am. But what they forgot to tell you is there is nothing to be afraid of if you just follow me."

He starts to stand up from his chair

Abigail is very generous and she as given her gifts to me. And I can teach you these gifts you if you just follow the buzzards. They will always lead the way, but to all those who dare to question Sister Abigail will feel a wraith that this earth has never felt and will not be prepared for.

He starts to laugh out of control and slides into the darkness. The chair then lights on fire and is the only thing in the shot as it fades to black

RUN


The feed carries us to ringside where the commentary team is standing by. Graves takes point.

Corey Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, we're not going to mince words here. You all saw Judgment Day and you all saw what happened in the UWF Championship match. The United Wrestling Federation takes the health of its athletes seriously, and that's why we have followed up with medical director Dr. Joseph Maroon for an update on the health of Sheamus's cowardly --

Tom Phillips: PERFECTLY LEGAL Brogue Kick. Roll the footage.

The feed rolls with some B-roll of the UWF's medical facilities before finally settling on a shot of Dr. Maroon in a room.



DR. JOSEPH MAROON
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Dr. Maroon and I am director of the UWF Performance Center. Today, I am here to provide an update on the condition of former UWF Champion Dolph Ziggler.

The camera zooms in slightly on the doctor's face as he continues to speak.

As you all know, Mr. Ziggler worked hard to maintain his body and was in peak physical shape. The question is not whether or not his body could keep going; in his shape he could be wrestling for another 30 years. But what's at issue has been a sustained number of blows to the head that have caused repeat concussions for Mr. Ziggler.

The doctor lifts a finger as he goes into lecture mode.

There have been many studies analyzing the risks of frequent brain trauma of the sort Mr. Ziggler has suffered, and the research as it is today seems to suggest that a man who suffers repeated trauma to the head is at increased risk of developing a condition known as chronic traumatic encephalopathy, or CTE. Mr. Ziggler was informed during his last medical examination that he could continue to perform, so long as he avoided further head trauma. He did not follow our direction, and so we have had to review his condition.

The doctor exhales deeply, looking concerned, and then continues.

Given the results of our latest session, we at the UWF Performance Center have come to the conclusion that while Mr. Ziggler has indeed suffered another incident of considerable cranial trauma, he remains in ringworthy shape. For now. However, we have again given him a stern warning that he should avoid further serious blows to the skull, and we will be monitoring his wellbeing on a weekly basis moving forward. Thank you for your time.

With that, the doctor leaves the frame and the image hangs for a moment before the feed moves on.


Tony Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first:



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 and the UWF Champion, 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.



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.

-VS-

DING DING DING!

The starting bell rings and immediately the much smaller Sin Cara tries to take it to the UWF Champion, darting across the ring and hitting a forearm that strikes Sheamus on the chest. The Celtic Warrior basically no-sells the blow, so Sin Cara tried again, also to no avail. "You... Terminator!" the luchadore croaks, drawing some laughter from the audience as Sheamus unloads with a nasty-looking haymaker that sends the Titus-branded star reeling all the way across the ring into his own corner. Sheamus then charges and connects with a running back elbow before dragging Cara out and lifting him up and over with a snap suplex. Though the mask makes it hard to tell, Sin Cara's body language already seems to indicate he is out of it, probably from the brutal punch he took to start the match. Sheamus seeks to capitalize and pulls his foe to his feet, then connects with a nasty flurry of knee lifts to the gut before smashing a doubled-over Sin Cara back to the canvas with a double ax handle to the spine.

Tom Phillips: An absolutely brutal beginning to this affair for Titus International signee Sin Cara.

Corey Graves: Would you expect any different? Look, I have my misgivings about the UWF Champion, but this is obviously a mismatch.

Mauro Ranallo: I agree, Corey. This is a bout of biblical proportions, but I don't see it ending well for our lucha libre David!

Sheamus deadlifts Sin Cara onto one shoulder and charges for the corner, looking to throw him face-first into a turnbuckle but Cara actually slips loose and lands behind him! As the Great White turns around, Sin Cara lands a stiff kick to his shin and then a second to the opposite calf before executing a flurry of them, including more than one spinning heel kick. When he has finished Sheamus looks winded and Cara leaps onto his shoulders, executing a picture-perfect hurricanrana! Sheamus lands sitting up and Sin Cara scurries to his feet, runs the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the back of his neck that nearly folds the champion in half before he snaps back to a laid-out position! This draws a mixed reaction from the crowd as Sin Cara heads for the corner and Titus applauds from outside the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: Someone call up our travel partner Delta Airlines, because Sin Cara is looking to fly!

Audible groaning from Mauro's commentary partners can be heard as Cara reaches the top rope, but when he does Sheamus gets to his feet and dashes to the corner, pulling the luchadore off the top in a gorilla press! Sheamus holds Cara in the air for a moment, then just hurls him to the outside where the luchadore hits the barricade hard and back-first, reaching to brace his spine almost immediately on landing. But Sheamus isn't done as he rolls out of the ring and pulls Cara back to his feet, clubbing the smaller man multiple times on the upper back before throwing him into the ring steps! The Celtic Warrior then picks Cara up and shoves him back in the ring, sliding in himself to go for the cover.

Tom Phillips: This could be the end right here!

1...

2...

...NO!

As the referee is counting, Titus grabs Sin Cara's ankle and puts it on the bottom rope, then hollers for the official to look. He does so and calls off the pin as Sheamus glares daggers at his opponent's manager.

Mauro Ranallo: Tìtus O'Neil just earned his keep!

Corey Graves: That's why he makes the big bucks and, frankly, I see nothing wrong with it.

"That's how it's gonna be, huh, fella?" Sheamus shouts at Titus, then getting to his feet and once more deadlifting Sin Cara onto his shoulders before turning to hit a running powerslam! Sin Cara flops to the canvas like a rag doll and Sheamus puts the boot to him until the luchadore rolls out of the ring to regroup, his manager coming over to help him out. As Titus tries to give his small client a pep talk, however, Sheamus shakes his head and runs the ropes, then crashes the party with a suicide dive! The crowd go wild as Sheamus pulls Titus up first and throws him into the barricade, then connects with a sloppy Brogue Kick that sends Cara's manager over the guard rail and into the front row! Sheamus then grabs Sin Cara and throws him into the ring, sliding in and lining the international superstar up for a Brogue all his own when the lights cut out and a piano tunes up on the arena soundsystem.

Tom Phillips: What?!? Oh, come on!

Mauro Ranallo: Things are about to get...

GLORIOUS!



The opening vocals kick in at the perfect time to finish Mauro's thought and the crowd nearly goes nuclear with its booing as Robert Roode, in the gaudiest robe imaginable, steps through the curtain onto the stage to huge heat. The ring lights come back up and Sheamus is watching him for a few moments longer as Roode simply stands on the stage, then the champion remembers he has a foe to put away and turns back toward Sin Cara, who is charging him! Sheamus throws a back elbow that catches Cara flush on the jaw, then runs at him looking for the Brogue Kick, but Cara leapfrogs straight over him and in one fluid motion, drops down, puts a hand between his legs and pulls Sheamus into a schoolboy!

Tom Phillips: Are you KIDDING me!

Corey Graves: Maybe this isn't a mismatch after all! This is embarassing.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,
representing Titus Worldwide:

SIN CARA!



Mauro Ranallo: Well gentlemen, it seems my earlier allusion came true as David has truly slain a goliath of the UWF here tonight!

Tom Phillips: With a little help from the most despicable man in the business, not to mention his manager!

Corey Graves: Look, Phillips: That's how this business works. Sheamus is a world champion, he should have kept his eye on the ball.

As Cara rolls out of the ring to celebrate his victory with a still-recovering Titus who jumps the barricade, Roode watches on from the ramp, laughing at the UWF Champion whose ordinarily pale face is blood red with rage. Roode then motions for the title around his waist as the crowd loudly voices their displeasure with the outcome of this match, the episode coming to its close.

-END OF SHOW-


Confirmed for Insurrextion

UWF Championship
Sheamus(c) vs Bobby Roode


Credits

Promos - Respective TTers

Henry vs Jericho - Gurt

Sydal vs Miz, Sheamus vs Cara - Crann

Vinny vs Scurll - Danny

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