Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 2:12:27 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: Insurrextion is our next pay per view and we've already got a hell of a main event. Bobby Roode vs Sheamus for the UWF Championship!
Tom Phillips: You can bet more matches will be announced tonight but what about our huge main event. Seth Rollins vs Cesaro and the winner will go on to headline Wrestlemania!
Mauro Ranallo: But first we have some hard hitting action tonight. Shinsuke Nakamura makes his debut agains The Miz while Bray Wyatt makes his debut in a tag match with Vinny Marseglia to take on Vampiro and Jimmy Jacobs. That's going to be a hell of a match.
Corey Graves: We'll also see Sin Cara after his fluke victory last week get his arm torn out by Marty Scurll and Bobby Roode make short work of the Wet Bandits.
Tom Phillips: But first let's head down to the ring for a very special edition of Miz Tv!
The camera fades in to the ring, now decorated with a black carpet-like surface draped on the mat and four chairs looking straight out of a hollywood lot in the center, 2 on one side of the ring and 2 on the other. There are two TV screens, one behind each of the chair sets, with the Miz TV logo being shown on them. Already in the ring is The Miz and Maryse, sitting in the chairs closest to the entrance ramp.
“Welcome, everyone, to THE most must-see talk show in UWF history, this is the first ever episode of Miz TV! I am your illustrious host, The Miz, and alongside me is my wonderful wife Maryse, and tonight, we are here to talk to a shock story in UWF about a talent who, personally, I never thought could have a chance in hell of succeeding here-”
Miz stops for a few seconds and raises a sole finger
“-But somehow, whether it be via luck or skill, he’s managed to not only be successful, but even beat Sheamus twice! Of course I am talking about Sin Cara, representing Titus Worldwide so please welcome to the set Sin Cara and the head operator of Titus Worldwide, Titus O’Neil!"
Fans in the arena cheer as Sin Cara's theme hits through the PA System. Sin Cara comes out and the fans cheer out behind him comes Titus O'Neil. O'Neil goes and he walks down the ramp, and he is excited and he does a goofy run down the ramp, and he rolls into the ring. Sin Cara goes and he rolls into the ring. Sin Cara goes and he awkwardly shakes the hand of the Miz. It seems like he has something in his hand and it is one of his Reebok shirts. Sin Cara goes and he shakes the hand of Maryse and gives her the shirt to hold. Sin Cara takes a seat, and Titus goes and he grabs the microphone before the Miz can even ask a question
Titus O'Neil: First off Miz you should be thanking me for even wanting to show up after the way you treated me... and second off I should be saying that now you know what Titus Worldwide, and my brand is all about. You saw what my top client Sin Cara did. He went on to make Sheamus look like a fool and defeated the world champion of this company... and tonight he is going to easily beat up the man that you lost to in Marty Scrull. And Miz I know... I know you didn't get pinned but at the end of the day you still loss. It is okay though because people love a redemption story. Though Miz the way you would paint that story it wouldn't be so good. I on the other hand have a story ready for you. That is why Miz I want you to join the Titus Brand. I want you to join Titus Worldwide because I know we can be successful together.
Titus goes and he walks to the seat the Miz is sitting in, and he speaks closesly to him
Titus O'Neil: Miz I am here to help you, and that is something you need to realize. Look at what I did with Sin Cara over there.
Sin Cara gets up and he points at the Miz
Titus O'Neil: You see this right there. I made that into the successful star here in the UWF. I made that man into a number one contender to the Intercontinental champion. He is the only man here that can say he defeated Sheamus not once, but twice here in the UWF, and not only that he is the only man here in the UWF who has sponsors from Ab Roller Plus, Reebok, Tecate, and I got many more coming a long the way.
Sin Cara is a star, and it is not only because of what he can do in this ring,
but it is what I do for him. Miz I can do that for you... I can make you into the star you should, and always be... So Miz join the brand. Join Titus Worldwide, and let us rule this show together.
Miz stares at Titus O’Neil, visibly agitated and exasperated.
“You done with your soapbox speech there? Good, now look Titus, I am going to make this next part loud and clear for you so that way you can understand it. I. DON’T. WANT. TO. JOIN. YOUR. MINOR LEAGUE LEVEL. BRAND. Got that? I don’t want to join Titus Worldwide. I don’t care how many sponsors you got, I don’t care how much of a success story Sin Cara has been, if you aren’t aware THIS is Miz TV, my show, and not a place where anyone can come out and be making speeches like you just did. I’m supposed to come out, ask hard hitting questions, and see the guests like you and Cara make fools of themselves by answering them. I mean, you definitely nailed the part of making fools of yourselves, but this show is not the Titus Worldwide Show, and quite thankfully on that. So, with that, your little speech just ate up the time the show was given so how about you take your little masked buddy and walk out of here with whatever dignity you have left?”
Miz walks over to the ropes and opens them wider for Titus and Cara, inviting them to leave.
Titus O'Neil: Oh I'm sorry Miz but that's your own damn fault. If you had the backing of Titus Worldwide on your side, your little segment here could go on for as long as you damn well please. That's why you need the Titus Brand. Sin Cara stood tall in the main event last week. What did you do? You know what, don't answer that. If you don't want to join Titus Worldwide well then... maybe I should make you.
Titus gets in The Miz's face but Sin Cara keeps him at bay.
Titus O'Neil: No you're right Sin, I'm not gonna make you join Titus Worldwide. He's going to do it. That's right at Insurrextion, Sin Cara will go one on one with you and if you lose... you have to join the Titus Brand!
There's a pop from the crowd, people wanting to see Sin Cara humble The Miz.
“Umm, how about no. Why would I even agree to this idiotic match? What do I get out of this?"
Titus O'Neil: Really Miz? I'm offering you a pay per view match. We talkin' bout making big money here. But if that isn't enough to satisfy you, if you beat Sin Cara, we won't bother you anymore. You'll never hear a peep from us unless we're contractually obligated to in a match. How about that?
Miz puts his hand to his chin, thinking on it for awhile before raising his mic up once more.
“You know what? Fine. Beating a guy who just beat the UWF Champion will raise my stock even higher in this company. You got yourself a deal.
Miz and Titus shake hands and the crowd pops once more. Miz quickly lets go and heads off to the back while Titus has a big smile on his face as the segment fades to black.
The crowd hear a familiar “WOOP WOOP” is heard. The screen flickers to Marty Scurll. He looks deranged, almost as if he’s drove himself to it.
The screen then turns black as the Villain disappears. Gradually we hear a scream fade into the speakers but then suddenly we hear it cut off. Another familiar “WOOP WOOP” hits as suddenly Marty Scurll appears. He has his eyes closed and he opens them to immediately speak.
Marty Scurll: “The higher ups at UWF don’t seem to understand me do they? Put me against some nobody and his coach? I’m more than that. This robot of a man won’t stand a chance against me tonight because he’s a stepping stone. I have a much wider picture. Last episode of Revolution I lost against Vinny Marseglia. A dark figure, very unpredictable. But what I don’t get is why people are underestimating me. From the management to you. I’m not any less of a figure than Vinny. In fact, I’m calling out the darkness. Anyone who doesn’t know how far I’ll go. Anyone who considers themselves to be insane. Jimmy Jacobs, Vampiro, Bray… all of you. I’m talking to you.”
“I’m sick of being overlooked. I want a deathmatch. No I don’t think you heard me I said I want a deathmatch. This isn’t a request UWF management, this is a demand. I’m much bigger than facing 40 year old men wearing a mask. I want someone with a screwloose because you need to understand that I am the most insane man on the roster. Come all and line up because the Villain will plow through each and every last one of you. UWF management, if you listen to me I might just put this UWF Television Title. Winner takes all right? I can regain my dignity that you destroyed by putting against these worthless opponents.”
Marty Scurll takes a deep breath then suddenly stops.
Marty Scurll: “I’m calling out the darkness, and the darkness has to come prepared because the Villain wants a fight. Not a match a fight. A brawl, a deathmatch. Long. Live. The Villain.”
Marty Scurll’s camera cuts off as soon as he says “Villain” but some distant psychopathic giggling is distantly heard. What could this mean for the Television Champion?
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!
ONE MORE TIME!
The Wet Bandits's music hits and Dan Lawrence and Markus come out from the back to a small amount of boos. Most of the crowd doesn't even bother to give them a reaction but the Bandits and full of confidence, walking straight do to the ring.
Tony Chimel: And his opponents, at a combined weight of 406 pounds, Dan Lawrence and Markus Crane, the Wet Bandits!
Lawrence and Crane get into the ring and look Bobby up and down. The ref calls for the bell to let the action get started right away.
DING DING DING
Lawrence and Crane are looking at Bobby and laughing. Dirty DL puts up two fingers and then one on the other hand. He looks at Roode as if to say he's screwed because he doesn't have a partner. Roode laughs at them but they suddenly lunge at him. The number one contender to the UWF Championship is more than ready for them however and he takes their heads off with a double clothesline. Lawrence is clearly knocked loopy and so Roode just tosses him out of the ring like a piece of garbage. Crane is back on his feet and runs at Roode, attacking him from behind and knocking him to his knees. From there he starts to club his back, swinging wildly like a madman until the ref backs him away. He comes back to Roode but Bobby surprises him with a knife edge chop to the chest.
Markus has an almost comical look on his face from being chopped so hard but Roode goes ahead and gives him a second one followed by another, the another until he backs him all the way into a corner. Roode starts to drive his shoulder into the midsection of Crane over and over before just going back to straight punches to the face. Lawrence ends up sliding into the ring and runs at Roode, trying to attack him from behind but Roode moves out of the way and Lawrence hits Crane with a forearm right to the face. Lawrence turns around and now Roode rams him into the corner and hits a few shoulder thrusts again, this time pinning both guys against the turnbuckles. He backs away and Lawrence comes groggily out of the corner into a back body drop. Crane does the same except Roode picks him up and slams him on top of Lawrence with a spinebuster! He then goes for the pin.
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Crane kicks out! Roode brings Crane back up to his feet and gets him in position for the Glorious DDT. Lawrence however crawls over and wraps his arms around Crane's legs, making sure Roode can't lift him into the air. Roode let's go of Crane and starts to kick at Lawrence to get him free from Crane but Markus takes advanatge of the distraction and clobbers Roode on the side of his head. Bobby falls to the mat and so Crane just drives his elbow into his back, attacking him like a wild dog until the ref pulls him off.
Mauro Ranallo: We're seeing the absolute viciousness of Markus Crane.
Corey Graves: I'm always surprised to see why he even bothers taking orders from Dan Lawrence. He clearly has a vicious side to him but it appears he's not all there.
Crane fops up onto the second rope and waits as Roode gets back to his feet. Bobby slowly turns around and so Crane leaps off the second rope with a blockbuster! He then scurries over and hooks the leg for the pin.
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2 . . .
Roode kicks out! Crane picks up Roode and places him on his shoulders. Lawrence however gets on the apron and orders Markus to give him the tag. Crane does so and drops Roode while Lawrence comes in with a cocky swagger. He slaps Roode across the face a few times, showing major disrespect to the number one contender. Roode suddenly comes to life however and levels Lawrence with a forearm to the face. Crane comes back into the ring to gain control but Roode walks backwards and lowers the ropes causing Crane to go tumbling to the outside! Lawrence gets to his feet but he's immediately kicked in the gut and lifted up for the Glorious DDT! Roode makes the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bobby Roode!
Roode gets his hand raised over the duo but he doesn't seem impressed by his own efforts knowing he should have put them away even earlier. Still the number one contender to the UWF Championship continues to build momentum while the scene goes elsewhere.
As the show rolls on, we come too you LIVE backstage where there stand two quite dapper gentlemen in nifty suits, nifty sunglasses, and nifty hats in front of a door. The one holds in his hand a microphone and a somewhat pissy expression on his face, while the other just shrugs, it's clear the two were arguing before they've begun to be recorded.
: "Where are they shit-for-brains? You told me they were gonna be here with their Pierce the Veil T-Shirts and Hot Topic makeup too skulk and whine like they do every week.": "Well man I dunno, maybe they got the flu? It's really bad around this time of the year.": "I gave your mom the flu last night.": "Ha, dude nice one."The two incompetent "reporters" give each other a high five and a childish chuckle. There's something oddly familiar about them, but before their fun and games continue, out from the door stands the one and only-
Jimmy Jacobs. He doesn't seem all that amused as he shuts the door behind him, staring up at the two taller men with a look of confusion and annoyance.
Jimmy Jacobs: "We said no interviews."
The man with the microphone hits the other in the back of the head to get his attention and speaks first.
: "Good evening to you as well, Mr. John-Jacob-Jingleheimer-Schmidt, my name is err.... Dustin! Dustin uh, Baretta... and next to me is-": "Greg Taylor!"Dustin Baretta: "Oh sick one. Anyway Mr. Jacob, we just wanted to ask you a few questions."
Clearly, Jacobs can see through this ploy, but he plays along, he has a cigarette in hand and takes a long drag before crossing his arms. Nodding his head as if to say shoot.
Dustin Baretta: "The fans have been wanting to know, what's this whole beef you've got goin' on with your former boyfriend, Seth Rollins? Is this like a whole "woah I love you but now isn't the right time" sorta thing or "you been seeing other men" sorta thing? Me and Mr. Taylor's seen a lot of romantic comedies. Tragic stuff, you two seemed like a good couple."
The two interviewers nod heads and Jacobs can be seen rubbing his forehead in frustration, taking in another drag of his cigarette before replying.
Jimmy Jacobs: "Through all that stupidity you just spouted, yeah I can tell you the "beef" we've got goin' on. Seth Rollins, my former brother-in-arms, not former love interest, decided to take the high road to glory many years ago. Before the era of EC3 or Warzone, the early days of the UWF is when this all started. I told the world of what he did, but understand that this isn't just about vengeance, it's about Jimmy Jacobs going to the top of the ladder once again with the help of Vampiro. Ya get what I'm saying?"
Greg Taylor has a chuckle coming out of the side of his mouth, bumping his partner.
Greg Taylor: "Ya hear that? "Brother-in-arms." Talk about keeping it in the family amirite?"
Dustin Baretta: "It's like Game of Thrones all over again. Anyway, got any thoughts on Rollins' match tonight? I mean, he's pretty much doing what Ian Hoggie tried too in Aztec Warfare. Ya know, IC Champ and International Champ, that'd be pretty rad too have two belts."
Jimmy Jacobs: "...Ya know what? Barely been on my mind. Ya see EC3 has a funny way of looking at his guys. Seth Rollins is the truest form of a fool if he believes he's earned any of this. He can call this "old shit from the past", but karma has a way of being a bitch. If you want my opinion, Rollins ain't got what it takes too hold the International Belt, much less that IC belt for long."
Dustin Baretta: "Cool! I mean- intriguing! So the last thing, what about this tag team match tonight? If I'm right, (I usually am as a former TV Champ), this is the first time in years that you, the man with the nipple piercings, has stepped into the ring."
Jimmy Jacobs: "Ya know what? We're done here. As for your question, no comment from me. You want anything else, you go in there and ask the UWF's soon too be most feared creature."
Jacobs is pissed beyond belief as he shoves his way between Greg and Dustin. The two look at him with a curious look, then look at one another.
Dustin Baretta: "Dang. Short people sure are mean as shit. Sorta like that little Mexican kid named Rey."
Greg Taylor: "Yeah, cept this scene kid could speak English. Wanna go see Old Man Jenkins?"
Dustin Baretta: "Dude totally, think he could get us Misfit tickets?"
The two wondering doofuses walk into the room, ideally, chit chatting to one another before seeing something that does NOT resemble a man what-so-ever:
This Vampiro has no humanity whatsoever too show, as a grotesque, red, sticky substance spews out of his mouth, as he sits in a chair with a flashlight in hand. It illuminates this dark and eeries room. His clothing is outrageous and almost barbaric in black leather. Around his neck is a collar chain, being hooked to a pipe up on the ceiling. As soon as he sees these two men, he chucks the flashlight at the wall next too them, cracking it. It starts flashing rapidly, going in and out too show Vampiro, who makes a run for the men, but like a zombie, he's stuck, being pulled back by the pipe with his arms outreached, and yelling for them too come over too him. In Scooby Doo fashion, the two men run for the door behind them and exit, slamming the door shut behind them as UWF rolls on from this disturbing scene.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Jericho!
The camera arrives on Jericho, who is already in the ring with everything all set up and ready to go for...
Chris Jericho: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to The Highlight Reel!!
Chris Jericho: For those of you that got stuck in a worm hole for 20 years, my name is Chris Jericho, and I am the undisputed Greatest of All Time, and subsequently, the Best In The World At What I Do. Sadly, this goes underappreciated. I'm sure everybody here has heard the announcements for UWF Title matches leading up to and for WrestleMania. None of those plans involve me, despite the unbelievable amount of talent concentrated within me. Somebody up top, whether that be EC3 or some other higher power, thinks that Seth Rollins and Cesaro are both better than me. Either that, or I'm going to be thrown in as a suprise. Who knows?
But on to the important issue. Where am I in these plans? Nowhere. Why? There is no reason why I shouldn't be challenging for the UWF Championship now, tomorrow, at Insurrextion, at WrestleMania, or, hell, at a damn house show. There is not a single man who can come down that aisle and prove that they are more deserving of a WrestleMania title shot than me. Not Rollins, not Cesaro, not anyone. Ever.
By the way, I sincerely apologize for falling off the face of the planet for a bit. I've had some personal shit to deal with. Maybe down the line I'll tell you all what's been going on, but that's beside the point. Right now, we're dealing with this bullshit that is the Contendership selection.
So that's my piece. I've made my voice heard, and so will you all. That's what you fans do best. Ethan, make it happen. And for all the haters backstage, all I can say to you guys is...
DRINK IT IN, MAAAAAAAN.
As Jericho finishes his spiel, the lights die and suddenly the Tron flares to life...
Mauro Ranallo: In the words of a man who used to occupy one of these commentary desks, "Oh my!"
Corey Graves: Really? This guy? This is ridiculous.
Tom Phillips: The audience doesn't think so!
Indeed the crowd do not as they pop in a big way for long-time fan favourite Jimmy Uso's theme, everyone in the crowd getting to their feet and cheering loudly, damn near causing the building to shake with their elation. But as the seconds tick by and the music continues, it becomes clear no Uso is coming out and the fans are getting restless. They turn damn near murderous when Dolph Ziggler jumps the guardrail near the announce team and rushes the ring!
Tom Phillips: Oh come on!
Corey Graves: Bahaha! Brilliant!
Jericho has no idea what's coming as Ziggler grabs a chair from his set, lifts it up and smashes him on the back with it! The wooden frame of the chair splinters on impact and Y2J stumbles into the ropes. Ziggler tosses the chair away, then grabs Jericho and sends him head-first into the Jeritron! Jericho's face smashes the glass screen and the fans gasp loudly as Ziggler leaps on his back and connects with a Zig Zag, leaving Jericho laid out in the middle of the ring. Ziggler then grabs the microphone Jericho had been speaking into and turns it on, staring down at Jericho as he speaks.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
You don't get to demand a title match Chris. Not yet. Because what you did to me in Aztec Warfare was nothing short of robbery. See, for the past few weeks I've mistakenly been trying to take down the wrong man in Sheamus. I can't really hold a grudge against him for doing what any sane man would, for taking advantage of a situation to achieve something above his normal ability. I'd do the same damn thing. But I can blame you for not only creating that situation, but inviting him to capitalize on it. Oh, yes, Chris. I know you engineered that situation and while the outcome of the match ultimately wasn't what you wanted because Sheamus was a tougher opponent than you expected, I know you're to blame for my losing my title.
Ziggler holds his head, closes his eyes and pauses for a moment, visibly appearing in pain, almost as though he has a migraine. When he opens his eyes he continues.
And everything that's happened since then... the concussions, the near career-ending injuries... the war with Sheamus... that was all on you. So no. You don't get your title shot yet. In fact, you're never going to get it. Because the only way you ever would, would be over my dead body. And I'm not dead yet.
With that, Dolph turns off the microphone and spikes it on Jericho's chest, then turns and leaves the ring to a wave of heat from the crowd as he walks out of the arena and medical personnel come down to attend to Jericho. The feed moves along.
The titatron switches from displaying the UWF Revolution graphic to showing a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney - the mastermind behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. is shown alongside his brand new client, the King of Strong Style, Shinsuke Nakamura. Sweeney is grinning like a maniac as he launches into one of his signature tirades.
Sweeney: Once upon a time your ol' pal Larry here was a highschool football player. And even though I was the fastest, strongest, brightest young star in the whole county, our team stunk. No two ways about it. The problem wasn't the offense. The problem wasn't the defense. The problem wasn't bad equipment, lousy players, or crooked refs. No... the problem... the problem was our coach. The man had no killer instinct in his heart. This one time after we lost a game - a big one too - homecoming - well I remember it like it was yesterday, he says to us
"Fellas, ya win some and ya lose some".
What a miserable bum!
Larry shakes his head, eyebrows raised in total disbelief. It's still unfathomable all these years later.
He served out that crap and expected us to chew it u and swallow it like mama's home cooking, but there wasn't no way I was gonna let that sink into my head. No way. Even back then I knew that when it came to competition, the only ol' cliche I'd ever live and die by wasn't what that coach said - it wasn't winning some and losing some. It was to step back, look and the big picture and say "well I may have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war."
The optimism! The audacity! The forward-thinking! That's more like it folks. And that's what Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. is all about. That's how even after a guy like Mark Henry turns out to be a flop, we're still in business. It wasn't too long ago I brought Kenny Omega into this company. Remember that? He didn't win his first match. He didn't win his second. But it wasn't long before I had the man win championship gold - a title that he took to Wrestlemania and damn sure walked out of there with. Oooooh yeah baby, I got a Midas touch! Ahaha! I know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, and when I set my ind to something, I make the dream come true.
Sweeney steps to the side, giving his client center stage.
This is the future. Your future, UWF. Shinsuke Nakamura. The man from the land of the rising sun. A merciless murder machine. Exotic. Enticing. Remarkable. There's never been anything like him in this business! He's the King of Strong Style for pete's sake, and where he comes from, the just a fancy way of saying he kicks ass better than everyone else.
The Miz is too worried about whether or not he wants to make another colossal mistake in his career by joining Titus Brand to see us coming. By the time Shinsuke here puts his knee through poor Mikey's face, it'll be too late. It's a coup de grace. A killing blow. That's one hot commodity sent to the O.R. while Sweet 'n' Sour makes an inarguable case for the spotlight. Tell 'em Shinsuke!
He turns to Nakamura, offering him the chance to speak. The King obliges.
Nakamura: Mizzzzzzzzzah.... you are... dead... man... walking...
Sweeney laughs excitedly behind him.
Nakamura: When I beat you...I will steal your famous...
Sweeney shrugs off the broken English. The point is clear, anyway.
Nakamura: I will take... all things from you... I will beat you naked....
Sweeney: Huh? What?
Shinsuke nods confidently, ignoring his manager's confusion.
Nakamura: Yessss...
Larry cleans out his ear with his finger, not quite sure what he heard.
Sweeney: Beg pardon, it kinda sounded like you said you were gonna beat Miz naked?
Shinsuke curls his lips into the strangest smile as he continues to nod in affirmation, never looking away from directly into the camera.
Sweeney: Oh, you mean like... you're gonna take everything from him, right? Like his pride, is dignity, his spot in the pecking order of the roster... like you're gonna strip him of his position here, yeah?
Nakamura: Ahhhhhhh.... yes...
Larry breathes a sigh of relief.
Sweeney: Whooo, yeah, English ain't your strong suit buddy, but that's fine. We've got it all cleared up and -
Nakamura: And also I will beat him naked.
Sweeney: Right. We're done here. Miz, we'll see you out there. Everyone else... sit back and enjoy the show. This'll be a night to remember! Ahahaa!
The carsalesman-esuqe conmany passes off his last words with as much confidence as he can, but there's an unmistakably weary glimpse in his eye as he glances at Nakamura, the freakin' weirdo, while they head off for the match. Revolution continues elsewhere.
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 crowd pops big for a man they haven't seen in the UWF in years! Meg's simplistic rhythmic groove is accompanied by a strobe light, the duet serving to welcome the Japanese weirdo to the building. Nakamura does all his oddball dancing to-do as he meanders down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Kyoto Japan, Shinsuke Nakamura!
The fans chant his name as he enters the ring, and they're on the edge of their seats once he busts out his rope lean-thing. Sweeney stands nearby, looking at the guy like he's made out of money. Yen. He takes off his jacket and warms up in the corner as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Shinsuke prances around the ring, not really giving much care to his opponent. Miz on the other hand just looks at him flaberghasted by his whole persona. While Nakamura has his back turned, Miz goes to attack him from behind with a clothesline but Shinsuke, with eyes in the back of his head manages to drop to a knee to duck the clothesline. Miz stops himself from colliding with the turnbuckles but when he turns around, he eats a straight kick to the chest that knocks him into the corner. Nakamura then uses his long limbs to his advanatge by pushing on the throat of The Miz, practically lifting him off the ground with a choke until the ref counts to 4 and forces him to release the hold.
Miz walks out of the corner, using the ropes to guide him to a separate corner as he coughs, trying to clear his airway to properly breathe again. Nakamura just casually walks over to him, kicking him in the stomach over and over again until Miz falls to a seated position. From there, Nakamura places a boot to his face and revs his leg like an engine for some Good Vibrations! Miz tries to crawl away but Nakamura makes sure to stay on him. He walks over to The Miz who is resting on a knee against the ropes. Shinsuke bends down to grab him but The Miz catches him be surprise by grabbing him and throwing him to the ropes, Nakamura's throat getting hanged on the second rope.
Corey Graves: I knew it was only a matter of time before The Miz was able to gain control in this match.
Mauro Ranallo: Nakamura is a huge international superstar and you can bet a win over him will thrust The Miz into the spotlight.
Corey Graves: What are you talking about Mauro, The Miz is a bonafide movie star! This is an opportunity for Nakamura, not the other way around.
Miz gets to his feet and places a knee over Nakamura, returning the favor by choking him on the second rope. The ref counts to 4 and The Miz releases the hold. He backs away to the opposite ide of the ring but then runs forward and jumps up, sitting right on top of Shinsuke and choking him even more. Now it's Nakamura who's retreat. He exits the ring and rests up against the barricade. The Miz exits as well, making sure to not give Nak any rest. He runs over to Nakamura and gives him a clothesline to the back of the head. From there, he grabs him and tosses him into the steel ring post. The crowd is booing heavily but Miz but rubs his eyes and yell boo hoo. He picks up Nakamura and tosses him into the ring, following him in and going for the pin.
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Nakamura kicks out! Miz gets up and backs away as Shinsuke tries to get to his feet. The Miz gets right in his face, yelling insult after insult and shoving his hand in his face. All this does is seem to piss off the King of Strong Style but Miz continues to berate him and slaps him right across the mouth. Nakamura stands up right away and yells in The Miz's face. Miz goes to strike him but Shinsuke blocks the punch and comes back with a flurry of his own followed by a forearm to the face that knocks Miz flat on his ass. Mis tries to get back up but Shinsuke gives him a knee right to the midsection. Miz goes stumbling backwards into the corner but Nakamura is hot on his tail.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Miz taking Nakamura for granted may come back to haunt him.
Corey Graves: The Miz is just pretending to be on the ropes. Much like one of his world famous action movies, you have to make people believe you're in trouble before you come out victorious in the end. It's acting clinic by The Miz!
Tom Phillips: You are just as delusional as The Miz.
Corey Graves: Are we or are you just stupid?
Nakamura gives Miz a few knees in the corner before picking him up and placing him on the top rope. Miz retaliates with a kick to the face that knocks Shinsuka back a few paces. Miz tries to stand up and perhaps go for a move off the top rope but Nakamura kicks the ropes and it causes Miz to lose his balance and fall and rack himself on the turnbuckle. Nakamura throws Miz down and lays him across the ropes. He rolls backwards to his feet and before running forward with a high knee to the midsection of The Miz! Miz falls out of the corner but Shinsuke waits behind him. He grabs him from behind and throws him back with a reverse exploder suplex! He then decides to go for the pin.
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Miz kicks out! Nakamura gets back to his feet and brings Miz up along with him. He lifts him up onto his shoulders and starts to walk around but The Miz suddenly comes to life and starts elbowing Shinsuke in the side of the head. Nakamura fights through this and just yells out, sucking up the pain until The Miz just grabs at his face and rakes his eyes! This causes The Miz to fall behind Nakamura and he tries to go for the Skull Crushing Finale but Shinsuke has it scouted and is able to keep his arms down. He elbows Miz in the ribs and then runs to the ropes but The Miz follows him and gives him a knee to the gut as soon as he bounces off the ropes. Shinsuke falls to his knees and that's when Miz decides to show the world his famous IT kicks!
Corey Graves: Yes here we go! The stiffest kicks ion the business!
Tom Phillips: Are you really saying that when Nakamura is right there?
Corey Graves: Shinsuke wishes he could kick this hard.
Miz starts unleashing his kicks to the chest of Nakamura. He ends up kicking him about 8 times but when he goes for the 9th, Nakamura catches his leg and stands up. Miz hops on one foot, trying to maintain his balance and telling Nakamura no. Shinsuke buries his elbow deep into the leg of The Miz who cries out. Miz turns around and falls to his knees, holding his thigh that Nak just buried his elbow into. Nakamura backs up and psyches himself up. He runs forward for the Bomaye to the back of The Miz's head but Miz ducks it just in time. He pops up and hits a chop block to the back of Nakamura's leg which causes him to fall to a knee. Miz then quickly slides up behind him, hooks his arms behind his head and drops him with the Skull Crushing Finale! He flips him over and goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Miz!
Larry Sweeny curses at the ground and kicks the steel steps while The Miz gets his hand raised by the ref. The Miz continues to celebrate in the ring as the live feed goes elsewhere.
Seth Rollins: “Tonight the stakes can’t really get much bigger. This is my biggest opportunity since I decided to come back. Tonight in the main event of Revolution it will be, against Cesaro one-on-one. The winner gets to challenge for the UWF Championship at WrestleMania. The title of all titles, at the event of all events. I couldn’t have drawn up anything bigger and better than this. This is going to the largest main event since the creation of the show. And I will be victorious!”
“For the past few months I’ve shown a resiliency that only dwells in a few certain individuals. Cesaro can call it me having my head up my ass, but I like to call it being a star. You see I failed at winning the Intercontinental contender tournament a few months back when UWF restarted. The man that won my qualifying triple threat match, ironically is Sheamus. He defeated me in singles competition by knocking my head clean off of my shoulders. But ever since those two defeats, I’ve been a different fucking animal and tonight is going to be no different.”
“I still ended up acquiring the Intercontinental Championship the long way. Whether I end up getting my revenge on Sheamus remains to be seen. But after failing to win the Aztec Warfare match, here I am getting another opportunity to right that wrong. Cesaro isn’t going to stop me from accomplishing that goal even if I have to use a last resort tactic to finish him off. I’ve got moves and counters that the world has yet to see. It’s just a matter of when those moves will be displayed. But mark my words, I will be headlining WrestleMania. To hell with Cesaro and his corrupt manager.”
The scene that fades to black.
The crowd hear a familiar “WOOP WOOP” is heard. The screen flickers to Marty Scurll. He looks deranged, almost as if he’s drove himself to it.
The screen then turns black as the Villain disappears. Gradually we hear a scream fade into the speakers but then suddenly we hear it cut off. Another familiar “WOOP WOOP” hits as suddenly Marty Scurll appears. He has his eyes closed and he opens them to immediately speak.
Marty Scurll: “The higher ups at UWF don’t seem to understand me do they? Put me against some nobody and his coach? I’m more than that. This robot of a man won’t stand a chance against me tonight because he’s a stepping stone. I have a much wider picture. Last episode of Revolution I lost against Vinny Marseglia. A dark figure, very unpredictable. But what I don’t get is why people are underestimating me. From the management to you. I’m not any less of a figure than Vinny. In fact, I’m calling out the darkness. Anyone who doesn’t know how far I’ll go. Anyone who considers themselves to be insane. Jimmy Jacobs, Vampiro, Bray… all of you. I’m talking to you.”
“I’m sick of being overlooked. I want a deathmatch. No I don’t think you heard me I said I want a deathmatch. This isn’t a request UWF management, this is a demand. I’m much bigger than facing 40 year old men wearing a mask. I want someone with a screwloose because you need to understand that I am the most insane man on the roster. Come all and line up because the Villain will plow through each and every last one of you. UWF management, if you listen to me I might just put this UWF Television Title. Winner takes all right? I can regain my dignity that you destroyed by putting against these worthless opponents.”
Marty Scurll takes a deep breath then suddenly stops.
Marty Scurll: “I’m calling out the darkness, and the darkness has to come prepared because the Villain wants a fight. Not a match a fight. A brawl, a deathmatch. Long. Live. The Villain.”
Marty Scurll’s camera cuts off as soon as he says “Villain” but some distant psychopathic giggling is distantly heard. What could this mean for the Television Champion?
Corey Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, before we get underway with the next match I would like to welcome a guest who has joined us here on commentary, The Miz.
The Miz: Thank you Mr. Graves, Mauro... pleasure to sit down with some real professionals. And you, Phillips.
Tom Phillips: Haw haw.
The action takes us ringside as the commentary team continue to banter with their temporary partner.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall.
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.
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!
The bell rings and Sin Cara and Marty Scurll immediately tie up in the middle of the ring. It's a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up, which naturally favours the villain who rolls out with an arm wrench. Sin Cara, however, rolls through on the wrench, taking Scurll slightly off balance before he unloads with a kick to the champion's gut. Scurll releases his arm wrench as Cara goes for another kick, but this one Scurll catches. Sin Cara then leaps up looking for a leg-fed enzuigiri, but Scurll ducks under and Cara lands with his back turned to the Villain, who proceeds to rake it! The luchadore cries out as the fans boo and Scurll laughs a treacherous laugh as he grabs the back of Sin Cara's mask and launches him over the top rope, then struts back to his own corner to work a hostile crowd. The Big Dog helps his client get back to his feet quickly and gives Cara a little pep talk on the outside before the luchadore slides back into the ring and takes a run at Scurll, but Scurll also has that scouted and turns around to thumb the charging Cara in the eye! Sin Cara stumbles away holding his face and Titus gives the official an earful, which the official in turn passes on to Scurll, who simply shrugs and smirks.
Tom Phillips: Dirty tactics abound in this match as the Villain looks to put to bed a very game Sin Cara.
Corey Graves: Game? So far all we've seen is Sin Cara on the receiving end of embarassment after embarassment, I don't think his actions show he is anything resembling game.
The Miz: Frankly if these men want to show they even have a shot at bringing me on as a client of Titus Worldwide, they've got to show they can beat someone first.
Tom Phillips: Sin Cara beat Sheamus last week.
The Miz: Were we watching the same match? If that was a victory...
Cara and Scurll tie back up again, but this time it's Sin Cara who gets the edge by rolling out behind Scurll and cinching in a clutch around the waist. Scurll refuses to budge however, in spite of numerous attempts by Cara to get him to move, and so finally the luchadore leaps up and locks in a rear naked choke! The fans start to cheer as Scurll lurches forward, the full weight of the Mexican superstar on his back. Cara is really trying to choke the lights out of his opponent, but Scurll's no idiot; the Villain turns his back to a corner and backs into it, slamming Cara spine-first into a turnbuckle and forcing him to release the choke. Scurll can't capitalize as he stumbles away, but neither can the luchadore as he braces his back and stumbles off in his own direction, giving both men a moment to collect themselves. When they have, Scurll takes a run at Cara looking for a lariat, but Sin Cara goes low when he goes high and kicks out a knee! Scurll lands face-first on the canvas and rolls onto his back holding his nose, and Cara gets back to his feet and runs the ropes, then springboards into a moonsault and hooks the leg!
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Corey Graves: That count hardly reached two.
The Miz: With weak offence like that, can you honestly say you're surprised?
Scurll gets to one knee quickly as Cara takes a run at him, looking for a low dropkick to the side of the head. The Villain sees it coming and manages to roll out of the way, leaving Cara to whiff, but the luchadore simply slides onto the apron and hops back to his feet. As Scurll takes his vertical base and turns around, he finds Cara launching himself back into the ring looking for a plancha, but Scurll actually catches him sideways and brings him down ribs-first on one knee! Cara cries out as Scurll stands back up and repeats the maneuver, then lets the luchadore land with a thud on the canvas. Scurll gets back to his feet and shakes out his wrists as he stalks Cara, who rolls on to his chest and then up to hands and knees. Scurll grabs a hand and pulls Cara up to one knee before he starts manipulating the luchadore's fingers and snaps them! Cara screams audibly enough that it can be heard on camera as he stumbles away holding his injured hand and the official gets in Scurll's face as Titus heads over to tend to his client.
Mauro Ranallo: Sin Cara may have a few hurt digits but in the end the only ones that matter are 1, 2, 3 gentlemen!
Corey Graves: I can't believe they pay us the same amount of money to do this job.
Tom Phillips: Mauro adds just as much to these broadcasts as you do, Graves.
The Miz: Can we take a minute away from the personal issues on the desk here to acknowledge how little heart Titus Worldwide's airquotes International Sensation end airquoutes is showing here?
After the official has finished giving Scurll a talking to, he heads over to Cara and grabs him by the mask to pull him to his feet but as he does, Sin Cara brushes his hand aside and slugs him on the jaw! Scurll stumbles a bit, more from surprise than the force of the blow, but Cara follows up with a quick chop and then a flurry of kicks to the outer thighs and torso. Finally, Cara grabs Scurll and whips him into the ropes, then leaps up and connects a picture-perfect headscissors takedown! As Scurll sits up Cara is already charging him and takes him back down with a dropkick to the face! The crowd is really buzzing and Titus is pounding the apron and shouting words of encouragement as Cara points to Scurll and shouts, "You... lose!" then starts heading to the high-rent district!
Tom Phillips: He's going up top!
Corey Graves: This always ends well.
As Cara reaches the top rope, Miz stands up and shouts something off-mic to Titus who turns around and heads over to him. The two get into a verbal dispute at the commentary desk that escalates to some shoving over the table, which draws Cara's attention, causing him to delay just long enough for Scurll to start to recover. As the luchadore turns back toward his opponent, the Villain lurches and grabs his ankle, tripping Cara up and causing him to land groin-first on the top turnbuckle! The fans are booing as Scurll turns and drags Sin Cara off the top rope in perfect position before executing an absolutely devastating Bird of Prey! The fans are booing loudly as Scurll goes for the cover! Titus turns to try and intercede, but...
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
The UWF Television Champion
MARTY SCURLL!
Mauro Ranallo: From best of times to worst of times, Sin Cara has been defeated here tonight by none other than the Villain, Marty Scurll, merely a week after the luchadore claimed a victory over our International Champion.
Corey Graves: Look, I don't even like Sheamus and I can confirm that last week was a fluke. We didn't need tonight to prove that.
Tom Phillips: That's ridiculous! Sin Cara was cheated out of a hard-earned victory by...
The Miz: By what? By me having words with his manager? Look, if that loser can't keep his eyes on the prize, that's not my fault. He had one job and he failed at it. Some superstar.
Scurll is handed his title as Titus pulls Sin Cara from the ring and helps him regroup on the outside, the Villain glaring out at them with a grin on his face, no doubt because of pride over his quick thinking to steal a victory from the jaws of defeat. As The Miz removes his headset and heads to the back, Titus is glaring daggers at him. The feed moves along.
As Revolution rolls on, we're taken backstage where see the microphone of a UWF reporter behind a camera, his face and identity indiscriminate. Apparently, in the corner of his eye, he sees Cesaro enter the building from outside one of the large metal doors. He's wearing his signature suit, and is surprisingly, entering without Paul Heyman. The reporter rushes over-
Reporter: "Cesaro, sir! Can I have just a moment of your time!"
Cesaro, having already entered the building, turns to face the reporter, lugging the wheels of his baggage behind him. He places his sunglasses on top of his balded head.
Cesaro: "Hi, how can I help you?"
Cesaro places his sunglasses on top of his balded head, as the reporter responds.
Reporter: "Cesaro- Before I ask you any of my questions, can I ask where Paul Heyman is?"
Cesaro: "Paul arrived early. He's getting all of my appointments and arrangements set up. I know. Normally, we enter the building together. But, I had some training to do, and I don't the kind that involves running, lifting, or complex exercise machines at a gym. Mental training. This match, tonight here with Seth Rollins, could mean I go to Wrestlemania to face whoever's the UWF champion in the main event. Like always, I don't intend to lose. But, tonight - tonight, but this is a special occasion. I cannot lose. This is my ticket to space mountain. This is my night. Not Seth Rollins'. Seth Rollins has had manifold chances here in the UWF to succeed. Now it's my turn. I've always been here to prove what I've got, and I'm ready to showcase it, on the showcase of the immortals."
Reporter: "Those are some powerful words. What are your thoughts on Sheamus?"
Cesaro: "Unlike Seth Rollins, I respect Sheamus as a competitor. I respect his drive to have the best fight he can possibly have. I'm the same, in all honesty. I'm a wrestling purist, and I'm always looking for the next best match I can have. But, when it comes down to it, it's not always about respect. It's about the UWF Championship, and I would be a liar if I said it wasn't. It's about taking what's yours, and what's always been yours. What's mine, is the UWF Championship, and I'm coming for it in the main event of Wrestlemania. I've worked far too hard these past couple of months here in Revolution to lose both now and in the main event of Wrestlemania."
Cesaro stares hard into the eyes of the reporter, of where they would be if the reporter had his face being shown.
Cesaro: "This isn't about ego. This isn't about playing to the crowd. This is about just compensation. This is me taking what's mine, and what my work ethic has brought me over these past couple of months. I'm not holding back. Tonight, I'm giving Seth Rollins the Bobby Roode and Mr. Kennedy treatment: where I say "No", stand my ground, and take the win that twas rightfully mine. This is my last stand. This is my night to shine. And, do you want to know what I'm going to do differently this time?"
Reporter: "What's that, Cesaro?"
Cesaro, before replying, then drops his luggage on the steel floor, and literally rips off his entire suit jacket and dress shirt with ease, rendering himself shirtless. But, he's not done there. Cesaro, then literally rips off the brace and tape that holds either his still injured shoulder or once injured shoulder, and slams it on the floor. Cesaro, turning his eyes away from the reporter, looks hard into the lens of the camera, with a gaze fierce with a brimming determination and an unyielding will-
Cesaro: "This time: the gloves are off."
And with that, Cesaro storms off, as Revolution rolls on.
As the in-ring action dwindles to a momentary halt, the cameras pan away to a different location outside of the arena. As the devices rest and things come into focus, the environment is similar to what the UWF audience and others witnessed during the Judgment Day broadcast: Vinny Marseglia standing in a wooded area in his mask and jacket.
Vinny Marseglia: To err is human. It’s ingrained in the genetics of every living, breathing person to make a mistake sometimes. No one is infallible or without blemish. But while making mistakes is an unavoidable part of life, not all mistakes are unavoidable. For example, being arrogant can be a grave mistake, but it’s not unavoidable. Your behavior is a choice, an extension of free will. With all of that in mind, I stand here with a warning to issue on the matter. For those of you guilty of that arrogance, this is your ultimatum: you can tweak your personality to reflect that you’ve learned modesty and humbleness, or neglect to change and pay for your sins with your very blood.
The man I’m referring to in particular is my opponent from last week, Marty Scurll. Marty underestimated me in our match and paid for it, but was back this week and had the nerve to refer to his task ahead as, “Another week, another victim”. Vinny Marseglia is no one’s victim, and I certainly wasn’t “The Villain”’s last week. See, speaking my name is dangerous enough, but when you use it to spread lies, then you’re just feeding the flame.
Which brings me to the, “Zombie Princess” and the former champion he advocates for. You used my name to spread lies, and you underestimated my validity at the same time, which is a disappointment to me. Because it means while you were hiding your identity, you didn’t utilize that time wisely at all. You could’ve been observing and learning, but you squandered the opportunity to not only study others, but me as well. It’s a shame, because when the world found out you were the one that’s been pulling the strings, it was assumed that you were the brains of the outfit but you’ve failed to learn anything which means you couldn’t have honestly been looking to scout me because if you had, you would have assessed me correctly instead of biasedly and dismissively.
But you aren’t the only one that’s let a golden chance slip. While you were dressing me down as not worth your time this week, you were building Vampiro up as someone that you see a lot of potential in. Well the way I see it, if the man you call Ian has that potential, why has he been in this industry so long and not capitalized on it? Vampiro is the manifestation of a lot of things I’ve talked about recently: a man that’s given all the tools to succeed but doesn’t, a man that comes and goes whenever he pleases. And the funny thing is, people like that believe that every time they come back, they can wipe the slate clean. They can’t.
You can run from your past no more than you can run from me, Jimmy and Vampiro. After all, what are a couple of princesses to a King?
Vinny throws his axe at the camera and the feed goes black as Revolution continues.
Images start to flash across the screen before it becomes completely dark. All is seen on the screen is Bray holding lighting a lantern and saying.
I'M HERE
He blows out the lantern and Broken Out in Love starts as Bray comes out holding the lantern lighting the way to the ring. The arena is just quiet.
He slowly makes his way down the ramp where he sits down in a rocking chair with the lantern. Waits a couple of seconds then blows the lantern out. The song stops and he sits in the chair staring into the ring. After this he gets up and starts pacing taking off his button down and hat and gets into the ring.
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.
An assortment of red and green lights begin to fill the arena as a slow and ambient assortment of instruments begin to play, causing a swarm of hate from the audience. Within 20 some seconds of the track, the eruption of an aggressive voice hits-
"FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN!"
This signals one of Disturbed's well-known tracks, conveniently named, Fear. The grunts and heavy instruments echo through the building as out from the back curtain steps the self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", Vampiro along with Jimmy Jacobs. Vampiro has a slow stagger in his walk, expressionless is his painted face.
He ignores the crowd's reception of him and continues on down the entrance ramp with a slow pace, staring at the ring with his dull eyes.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, Jimmy Jacobs and Vampiro!
With one foot high on the top turnbuckle, Vampiro raises his fist up high, garnering a loud boo from the audience. This time, a slight grin creases it's way into the side of Vampiro's mouth, showing he somewhat enjoys this negativity being thrown at him.
He removes his jacket and tosses it to the side before pacing himself in a corner in preparation.
DING DING DING
Vampiro stands in the ring, ready to fight across from Vinny Marseglia. Vinny is just smiling at him and nodding his head, ready to have a hard fought bsack and forth but Jimmy Jacobs wants to start things off instead. He outs his hand out and Vampiro tags him in. Vinny looks less than impressed but Jimmy comes in full of confidence. Vinny tells him to bring and Jimmy just laughs before suddenly sprinting over and hammering away at Marseglia. Where a normal person would maybe cover up, Vinny starts firing away with some fists of his own. Being the bigger of the two, Marseglia gains the advantage in the striking battle but Jacobs comes back with some vicious headbutts to the chest that stagger Vinny. He follows up his attack with a running swinging neckbreaker followed by a pin.
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Marseglia kicks out! Jimmy tries to wear down his opponent, locking in a side headlock right away, putting all his weight on the had of Marseglia to keep him grounded. Vinny doesn't let this continue for long however. He fights back up to a vertical position and elbows Jacobs in the stomach a few times to break free from his grasp. He walks over to his corner but doesn't tag Wyatt in. Jacobs runs after him though and hits a front dropkick that sends him into his corner. Wyatt now just decides to tag himself in. Jimmy runs over and hits a second dropkick as Wyatt is entering the ring. He starts swinging away like a madman, clobbering Wyatt all over with his hits but Wyatt just shoves him away.
Tom Phillips: Jimmy Jacobs is like that annoying fly that just won't ago away.
Corey Graves: Maybe if that fly could seriously injure you.
Wyatt comes into the ring but Jimmy is right back on him. Wyatt shoves him away once more and this time runs after Jimmy, connecting with a cross body block that takes Jimmy out like a train. Wyatt follows up by hitting a running senton onto the Zombie Princess. Bray stays on him and hooks both legs for the pin.
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Jacobs kicks out! Wyatt picks Jimmy back up and instead of continuing to fight, he throws him to his own corner and tells Vampiro to make the tag. Vampiro just looks at him and decides to make the tag. He enters the ring and Wyatt is just laughing, telling him to bring it. Vampiro returns the smile and decks Wyatt so hard that he falls right to the mat. Wyatt tries to get back up but Vampiro pushes him to the ropes and shoots him off. Wyatt comes back into a big boot! Bray tries to get up again but Vampiro catches him and tries to pick him up for the Nail in the Coffin. Wyatt counters with some elbows to the back of the head to break free. Vampiro is slightly stunned but comes running back at Wyatt who lifts him up into the air with the urange! Vampiro is planted on the mat and Wyatt goes for the pin.
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Vampiro kicks out! Wyatt brings him back to his feet and tries to walk him over to his corner but Vampiro starts to punch him in the gut to break free from his grasp. Wyatt tries to take him out with a big lariat but Vampiro ducks under it and when Wyatt turns around he gets kicked in the gut and then lifted up for a sitout powerbomb! Vinny Marseglia starts to enter the ring but Jacobs comes in as well, cutting him off with a spear! With the interference taken care of, Vampiro decides to go for the pin.
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Wyatt kicks out! Jimmy heads out to the apron and tells Vampiro to tag him in. Vampiro walks over and follows his command. Jacobs comes into the ring and then whispers something in Vampiro's ear. Nobody can really tell what's going on until Vampiro hops off the apron. He just stands there and watches as Jacobs walks over to Wyatt as he's getting to his feet. He grabs his head and starts to run to the corner, running up the turnbuckles for the Contra Code. He plants Wyatt and then goes for the cover. The ref however doesn't make the count Jacobs doesn't know what's going on but Marseglia comes over with a elbow drop from the second rope to his back!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Jacobs didn't realize that Vinny Marseglia made the blind tag when he was going up the corner.
Vampiro looks like he's going to get back on the apron but Jacobs yells at him no. Nobody can really make out what Jacob's plan is but Vinny picks him back up and places him on his shoulders. The Zombie Princess starts to elbow him in the side of the head and falls behind him, brings him down with a DDT! It seems like Jacobs has this all in the bag as set brings him up and gets ready for a second Contra Code in the corner. He goes to run up the turnbuckles but Wyatt sticks his hand out and trips up Jimmy causing him to lose his grasp on Marseglia. He turns around and Vinny hits him with a dropkick to knock him into the corner. From there he hits him with a saito suplex and right after, Wyatt lands on him with a senton. Not thinking that's enough, Vinny goes up top and comes off with the Redrum! Vampiro still stands on the outside, listening to Jimmy's command as Marseglia makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Bray Wyatt and Vinny Marseglia!
Wyatt and Marseglia get their hands raised but just stare at each other. Neither one really celebrates the victory while Jimmy crawls over to where Vampiro is. He says something to him and Vamp pulls him out of the ring and heads up the ramp with him. Jimmy has a smile on his face the whole way up as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The scene opens up where EC3 is backstage, waiting to address the audience.
EC3: Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're enjoying the action so far. I just wanted to go ahead and make some announcements about certain things that happened earlier in the show and make some thing official. As you all saw, Titus O'Neil challenged The Miz to a match with Sin Cara where should he lose, he must join the Titus Brand. Now you all know me, I love a bit of chaos and this has all the making of something great so I am hereby making that match official.
Now with chaos, there must also be order. Marty Scurll demanded to be put in a deathmatch and challenged 4 other men. To that I saw, I don't take demands. I will however give you a bit of what you want. You are the Television Champion after all. Vinny Marseglia has impressed since he came to UWF and after beating you last week he's more than earned an opportunity at your title. At first it was just going to be an ordinary match but I'll meet you half way. You'll be defending the title in a Hardcore match. A bit of a throwback to when we had that championship on this brand.
And then there was the whole thing between Dolph Ziggler and Chris Jericho. Dolph wants revenge while Jericho wants another opportunity. Both men are coming off a big loss and I think both will do whatever it takes to get back to the top of the mountain. That makes things a hell of a lot more interesting and so at Insurrextion, they too will go one on one. That's all I have as far as announcements are concerned right now but stay tuned and enjoy the main event.
The scene fades out from the segment and onto the next.
As Revolution rolls on, the familiar tones of Queen's I want it all starts playing softly and quietly all over the arena and pictures start appearing on the titantron while a deep voice accompanies them with talking.
Dalton Castle.
The Party Peacock
The Charismatic milkshake
and then there's a break for a minute before one last picture appears and the voice says one more thing this time, more excited and louder
IS COMING BACK TO THE UWF IN TWO WEEKS TIME!
the crowd erupts with screams of joy and cheers as we go back to the action
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship at WrestleMANIA!
The James Bond Gun Barrel sequence begins to creep across the titantron and minitron. The lights grow dim to further stimulate the traditional James Bond aesthetic. To no one's surprise, the audience erupts into cheers for for the much-beloved Swiss Cyborg/Superman, Cesaro, as he does his 'James Bond Walk',across the dimly-lit stage. The lights suddenly go up again, and “Riders of the Storm”, by Hammerfall hits the speakers. With his manager, Paul Heyman, at his side, Cesaro does his signature double fist-bump down the entrance ramp, and in turn, the audience pops. Then, in signature fashion, he tears out of his suit jacket and dress shirt like they were both nothing, and correspondingly, rips off his suit pants, throwing them overhead in an equally exaggerated fashion.
Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring, from Lucerne, Switzerland, weighing in at 232 lbs, he is the Swiss Cyborg, CESARO!"
Without much further delay and Paul Heyman at his side, Cesaro makes his way down to ringside with his esteemed manager. Cesaro passes many adoring fans, several Cesaro Section signs inevitably pop up as he walks by. Paul Heyman, continuing on his way, accompanies Cesaro by his side with a spring to his stroll, albeit remaining so with an emphasis on professionalism. Once Cesaro reaches ringside, he pulls himself up onto the side of the ring with the assistance of the ring ropes. Walking over to the ringpost closest to the hardcam, Cesaro mounts the turnbuckle to perform his signature double fist-bump once more.
The lights go 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!!!”
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DING DING DING!
As the bell rings, the Architect and the Swiss Superman square up in the middle of the ring, Cesaro extending his hand for shaking. Seth looks down at it skeptically at first, taking a moment to look past Cesaro at his advocate by ringside, Paul Heyman. Finding nothing but a smile on that face, Rollins then turns to the crowd, who chant "YES!" in response, and so he takes Cesaro's hand and the two shake. Then they tie up, jostling for position, each man the other's equal in physical brawn and possibly in brains, as well. Neither seems to be finding much of an advantage and the jostling continues for almost a minute before Rollins manages to break out with a side headlock on Cesaro, but the Superman backs him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Rollins rebounds looking for a running forearm, Cesaro sidesteps, but the Architect manages to land and stop himself on the ropes before any harm is done. The two turn to face each other again and the crowd applaud, pleased to see these two clearly evenly matched opponents going toe-to-toe here tonight.
Tom Phillips: And here we come to the night's main event as Cesaro and Seth Rollins duke it out with each other to determine who will be the next number one contender.
Corey Graves: Not to be a stick in the mud, but the next number one contender is already decided. This is to determine a number one contender at Wrestlemania, which is a far more prestigious opportunity.
Tom Phillips: Well, excuse me.
The pair tie up again in the middle of the ring, but this time Cesaro is the clear winner as he rolls out into an arm wrench, torquing the joint and then shoving Rollins toward the corner. Seth comes back with a forearm that catches the Superman off guard and causes him to take a half-pace back, then throws another and another, driving Cesaro back with each blow. Rollins then backs into the ropes and comes back with a running forearm that grounds his foe, but both are back on their feet at the same time and Cesaro connects with a knee to the gut that doubles Rollins over before clubbing him on the back to knock him down to hands and knees. Cesaro then deadlifts Rollins up onto one shoulder, but Rollins wriggles free and lands on his feet, going for a quick superkick! Cesaro catches it and spins Rollins out, pulling him into a belly-to-belly clutch and launching him overhead, but Rollins lands on his feet in a remarkable display of athleticism. Both men smirk at eachother as the crowd again applaud the stalemate, then they go at each other throwing wild rights and lefts. The brawl favors the more rough-and-tumble Rollins and he manages to back Cesaro into a corner before sending him across the ring to the opposite one and careening in after him with a splash, then leading him out with a rolling neckbreaker. Cesaro rolls out of the ring to regroup with Heyman, but Rollins allows no separation and suicide dives! Unfortunately for him, Cesaro's advocate pulls him out of the way and Rollins crashes and burns! The fans react in a mixed way, but Cesaro knows better than to not capitalize and he pulls Rollins up to his feet and sends him back into the ring, then follows him in, hauls him up and hits a perfect Northern Lights suplex! The fans unanimously erupt in cheers for that as the Superman gets back to his feet and smiles widely.
Mauro Ranallo: Someone consult the history books, because it looks like the Swiss won the Cold War!
Corey Graves: That doesn't even make sense.
Cesaro pulls Rollins back to his feet, sending him into the corner before following up with a series of shoulder thrusts that wind the Intercontinental Champion. Cesaro then lifts Rollins up to sit him on the top turnbuckle, following him up and raining fists down on his skull before pulling him into a suplex clutch! Rollins, however, finds the wherewithal to hit a gut-punch that winds Cesaro, then another and another, forcing a break and causing the Superman to reel a bit. Rollins grabs Cesaro by the top of his shaved head and headbutts him, causing him to fall onto his back on the canvas. Seth then leaps off the top with a leg drop and the fans pop again as Rollins goes for the first cover of the contest.
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Less than a millisecond before the two-count, Cesaro throws his shoulder up, breaking the count. Rollins grins and the fans pop all over again, delighted they're going to get more than their money's worth from this bout. Rollins pulls Cesaro to his feet and sends him off the rope, doubling over for the back body drop but Cesaro kicks him on the shoulder, causing the Intercontinental Champion to shoot up and then catch a stiff lariat! Cesaro pulls Rollins back to his feet, but only to lift him up and drop him with a quick powerslam. The Swiss Superman then gestures for his Spin, which of course draws a huge pop from the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Seth Rollins could be in trouble!
Mauro Ranallo: Forget about Fox News, Cesaro is the real spin doctor!
Cesaro grabs both of Rollins' ankles, but as he does Rollins reaches and pulls him into a roll-up, drawing a huge gasp from the crowd!
Corey Graves: He's going for the steal!
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Cesaro again kicks out of the roll up and this time both men are once more quick to their vertical base. Cesaro looks unimpressed at the attempt to steal away the match, and Rollins looks mildly sheepish before saying, "What'd you expect? Had to try." Cesaro simply nods and then ties Rollins up before connecting with a nasty knee lift to the gut, then a second, and a third. Cesaro then drags Rollins with a hip toss to the canvas. He sits Rollins up and locks in a chin lock with his knee planted firmly in the Intercontinental Champion's upper back. Cesaro is sure to punish Rollins for his cheeky pin attempt by stretching him something fierce, pulling hard back on the chin and causing Rollins to claw at the naked air looking for some means of escape or mercy. As the Swiss Superman continues to apply the hold, the fight slowly drains out of the Intercontinental Champion, and his balled fists slowly start to fall, his shoulders slowly start to slouch — his entire body looks like it's lapsing. That's when the crowd get involved, stomping and clapping and trying to get Rollins to wake the heck back up and get back to fighting. The effort seems to work as Rollins draws on that energy to tap into a previously untapped reservoir of strength, battling slowly to get to his vertical base as he rolls out of the chinlock into a straight side headlock. Cesaro tries to keep some hold on his foe, but Rollins eventually has the edge with a hand around his waist and sends him off the ropes. As Cesaro rebounds, Rollins goes up and connects with a knee to the face, grounding his foe. Rollins then falls back into the ropes, the hold clearly having taken its toll on him as he is unable to really build momentum for the sole fact he needs a breather.
Tom Phillips: Seth Rollins has bought himself a minute with that knee to the face, but he might need more than a minute to recover from that nasty chin lock he was just held in.
Corey Graves: A man as built as Cesaro can really bring the pain in holds like that. You can't blame the Intercontinental Champion for needing to lick his wounds here.
As Rollins finally finds himself in a position to act, Cesaro is very conveniently on hands and knees and perfectly positioned for a Curb Stomp! The Intercontinental Champion takes off full-tilt looking to put Cesaro away, but the Superman launches to his feet and pops Rollins up before connecting with a MASSIVE European uppercut that sends Rollins reeling and flipping right over the top rope to the floor outside. The fans pop at the sheer brutality of the move; Rollins is clearly just seeing stars on the outside. Heyman urges Cesaro to head out and put Rollins away, and the Superman does just that, rolling out of the ring and pulling the dazed Rollins to his feet, throwing him back into the squared circle. Cesaro enters the ring and pulls Rollins up into Neutralizer position as the fans cheer and he cracks his neck, but before he can double over to hook under Rollins' leg, the Architect lifts him up and over with a back body drop and falls on top for the cover!
Tom Phillips: Back body drop! What a counter!
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Cesaro gets a foot on the ropes right after the two-count, forcing the break. Rollins runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head, then gets to his feet. Heyman is laughing at him and so Rollins glares at Cesaro's advocate and shouts, "You want to see a real Superman?" Rollins then heads over and deadlifts Cesaro into a powerbomb position, running toward a corner and dumping him unceremoniously into it with a corner powerbomb! The fans pop HUGE for the Intercontinental Champion and Heyman is completely incredulous at the feat of strength, but Rollins clearly isn't done as he leads Cesaro out of the corner and positions him for the Pedigree!
Corey Graves: It looks like the Intercontinental Champion is looking to put a definitive end on tonight's main event here now.
Suddenly, two men jump the guardrails, drawing huge heat from the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Oh. Come. On. After such a fantastic back-and-forth match we're going to have interference here?
Corey Graves: This isn't your daddy's professional wrestling federation, Phillips.
Rollins spies one of them and immediately recognizes him: it's Jimmy Jacobs! The other, very obviously, is Vampiro, but Rollins doesn't see him. The official doesn't either as he heads over to address Jacobs, so the Dark Angel enters the ring and grabs Rollins from behind. Rollins turns around with a wild punch, but Vampiro ducks it and catches him with a kick to the gut, then hits the Nail in the Coffin! The fans are practically rioting as Vampiro rolls out of the ring, Jacobs backing off from his own side. The official turns to find Cesaro recovering slowly and Rollins completely laid out and thinks nothing of it. Cesaro hesitates for a moment when he gets to his feet, but Heyman urges him to close the deal, so Cesaro heads over, pulls Rollins into Neutralizer position and delivers the finishing blow before going for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, and the Number One Contender
for the UWF Championship at Wrestlemania:
CESARO!
Tom Phillips: Seth Rollins was well on his way to challenging for the world title at Wrestlemania but due to some late interference, he has been robbed of an opportunity here tonight.
Corey Graves: You can't say that Cesaro is anything other than deserving after competing in what you, yourself, were calling a back-and-forth match-up. You have no idea that Rollins was going to win off the Pedigree, nobody does. This was still anyone's match-up.
Mauro Ranallo: We will never know what the outcome might have been had there been no interference, but we certainly know what it is because of it. Cesaro will challenge the UWF Champion at Wrestlemania!
The Superman is joined by his advocate in the ring to celebrate, and he's hyped at the victory in spite of the circumstances that led there while Rollins rolls out of the ring to collect his Intercontinental Championship. The show closes on the dominant Superman climbing to the top of the turnbuckle to work a lukewarm crowd offering a huge mixed reaction.
-END OF SHOW-
Confirmed for Insurrextion
Television Championship
Marty Scurll(c) vs Vinny Marseglia
Chris Jericho vs Dolph Ziggler
If Miz loses he must join the Titus Worldwide
Sin Cara vs The Miz
Credits
Promos - Respective TTers
Cesaro vs Rollins, Sin Cara vs Scurll - Crann
Bamndits vs Roode, Wyatt/Vinny vs Vampiro/Jacobs, Miz vs Nakamura - Danny