Post by Danny on Aug 31, 2018 2:16:00 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: Tonight we've got a-
Corey gets cut off when 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 there is something definitely different about him. The man has a very angry look on his face and it is apparent that he is obviously pissed off. One would only need to look at his match on the last week of Revolution to know why. Seth makes his way down the ramp with the Intercontinental title firmly strapped around his waist. His face and expression is a very cold one as he ignores all of the fans asking for handshakes and autographs. He slowly enters the ring and the look on his face says it all.
Seth Rollins: “Last Week was supposed to be my great moment. It was supposed to be the moment that I finally climbed over the hump and entered the upper echelon here. I was supposed to punch in my main event ticket to the biggest dance of them all. My face was supposed to be plastered over all of the WrestleMania Posters and Arenas throughout the world. I was supposed to get mine, it was my time to shine. But you see, anytime you have a little bit of success, there is always something or someone right around the corner who wants to see your failure. They want to take you down and the little success that you got because deep down inside it hurts and burns them to see another person take what they feel should be theirs. Everyone should know exactly who and what I am referring too.”
Seth pauses and his makes a grimace before he continues to speak, anger is clearly seething through his teeth. He calms down so as not to see red and continues speaking.
“Vampiro and his boytoy Jimmy Jacobs cost me my match last week. I was destined to win that and go on and become immortal at the events of all events. But I was robbed off it due to interference and I am not going to let it go. I will not and cannot let these acts of blasphemy and treason go unnoticed and unpunished. I want my right to have vengeance on the souls of Vampiro and Jimmy Jacobs. I want to open the gates of hell and lead them in it to burn. I want to slay the beast that is Vampiro one more time and vanquish the scum that is Jimmy Jacobs once and for all. So right now, I want one or two of you bastards to get out here right damn now. I don’t want to waste any more time. Each day and each second that goes by, I get older. And I get more pissed off and irritated that I haven’t gotten my retribution on either of you too yet. So now I won’t be waiting any longer. Nor will the UWF Universe wait for Vampiro to get his Karma. I need you two freaks to come out here now so I can whoop your asses!!”
“Where are you at Vampy? Hope you’re not scared to play again.”
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a negative reaction. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
EC3: Seth, Seth. I love the enthusiasm but you need to calm down. I'm not particularly fond of Vampiro either and he definitely cost you your match against Cesaro but now isn't the time for a fight. We both know Jimmy Jacobs is going to come out and makes this a 2 on 1 fight. I can't afford to have someone like you injured right before Wrestlemania. That's why I'm going to give you a fighting chance. At Insurrextion, you'll face Vampiro once more for the Intercontinental Championship. This time however, Jimmy Jacobs won't be able to get invovled because I'm place you two inside Hell in a Cell!
The crowd pops big as Rollins gets a big smile on his face. His music starts to blare and EC3 heads backstage. Rolls lifts his arms up, pumped as he now has a big match at Insurrextion.
A sudden voice bursts out loudly, impactfully and rather shockingly.
: “I did it, I got what I wanted. That I got by my demands. That I got by my greatness.”Marty Scurll’s face fades on to the titantron as he speaks.
Marty Scurll: “Tonight, I’m not completely sure on who I’m facing. However, whoever it’ll be. They’ll be defeated just like the rest. I know who I’m facing at the PPV though. In my home country of England I will defend my UWF Television Championship against Vinny Marseglia. In a hardcore match, at that. I don’t need to listen to the powers above me anymore because when the Villain wants something, he gets it. And I’m nothing to be overlooked. Vinny might’ve beaten me before but I’m happy about that. I’m happy about that because Vinny thinks that he’s in for a smooth ride. The Villain has went through Jimmy Havoc and many other hardcore names in the past, not that the UWF crowd would know that though. I’ve never let myself go on UWF. I’ve never. You all haven’t seen the half of me, and tonight?”
“I take a stepping stone leap over either Jacobs or Vampiro… not completely sure who to be honest. Then I go onto retain my championship in the match of the year against Vinny Marseglia. I know what Vinny is capable of… but does he know what I am capable of? The Villain is going on to being the longest ever reigning and defending UWF Television Champion and there is nothing you can do about it. Nobody backstage can do anything. Because I am the Villain. Long. Live. The Villain.”
The Villain laughs as he walks away almost hysterically.
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.
Right Now by SR 71 blares over the p.a. system and Matt Sydal jogs out to the stage greeted by a ubiquitous pop from the fans. He raises his arms with a peace sign and jogs down the ramp high-fiving fans until he reaches the end of the aisle. He executes his signature slide through the bottom ring apron( which Ember moon also uses). He raises his arm with a peace sign again and transitions into a standard martial arts fighting pose.
DING DING DING
Sydal cautiously approaches Wyatt, making sure not to take him too lightly but he's also fully confident in his abilities. He raises his arm out asking for a test of strength. Wyatt just laughs in his face and the crowd doesn't know what Sydal is thinking as he is clearly smaller than Bray. Wyatt humors him and reaches up top grab his hand. They interlock finger but Sydal then slaps Wyatt in the chest with his left hand. He then proceeds to run to the corner, all while still keeping a hold of the hand and runs up the turnbuckles, jumping off and using the momentum to arm drag Wyatt across the ring. Sydal runs at him full speed but gets turned inside out with a big clothesline!
Corey Graves: All the speed in the world can't prepare you for when you get hit like a truck.
Tom Phillips: It's a good thing Matt Sydal is no normal man. He can do things nobody else can do. He has a great mix of styles lie-
Corey Graves: Please tell me you're not going to run down his history. I think we've had enough of that.
Wyatt picks Sydal up off the mat and throws him into the corner. He takes his arm and brings him in for a short arm clothesline but Sydal ducks under it, keeping a hold of the arm and pulling Wyatt towards him for a ripcord knee to the face! Wyatt falls back into the corner and falls to a seated position. Sydal walks to the other side of the ring and takes off running, sliding into Wyatt with a clothesline and following through all the way to the outside. Wyatt rolls to the center of the ring while Sydal decides to go up top. Wyatt tries to get up, sitting back up but Sydal comes off the top with the double knees, ramming is head into the mat! Sydal quickly hooks the leg for the pin.
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Wyatt kicks out! Sydal pulls him closer to the corner and decides to go up once more and finish this for good. He climbs up the ropes but Wyatt actually comes to pretty quickly. He manages to push Sydal's feet off the ropes and racks him. Watt goes up top and gives him a few blows to the back to soften him up. He throws Sydal's arm over him and gets ready for a superplex but Matt comes to life and starts punching him in the ribs. He gives him a few headbutts to stun him and then shoves him off the ropes. Wyatt lands with a ahrd thud and Sydal repositions himself no the top. He slowly rises up, the fans all around getting their cameras ready as he jumps off with the Shooting Star Press! Wyatt moves out of the way just in time but Sydal ends up landing on his feet! He turns around only for Wyatt to take him out with a crossbody block! Wyatt goes for the cover.
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Sydal kicks out! Wyatt puts the boots to him before picking him up. He bends him over his knee to set up for Sister Abigail but Sydal brings his knee up to nail Wyatt on the side of the head. He does it a few more times before Wyatt finally lets go. Matt jumps at Bray and wraps his legs around his neck, trying to go for a hurrincanrana but Wyatt holds on. He uses his power to lift Sydal back up into a powerbomb position but Sydal starts punching him at the top of the head but Wyatt slams him down to the mat with a powerbomb! He hooks the leg for the pin.
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Sydal kicks out once more! Wyatt picks up Sydal once more, this time grabbing him in a suplex position. He lifts him up in the air and releases him for the toss suplex but Sydal spins around in air and ends up landing on his feet. Wyatt looks almost stunned at the athleticism and Sydal takes advantage by hitting a jumping enziguri! Wyatt falls to the mat and Sydal hurries up the ropes. He comes off right away with a Shooting Star Press, this time landing right on top of Wyatt and staying on him for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner Matt Sydal!
Matt runs to the corner and throws up the peace sign to all his fans, celebrating his victory as the show moves on.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time - Larry Sweeney and El Generico - Sweet 'n' Sour Inc.
The fellas walk into the shot - Sweeney with an impossibly cocksure swagger about him and Generico with a near tangible vibe that's just dripping with authentic Mexicana.
Young: Thanks for joining me guys. Larry, my first question is for you - since returning to the UWF, you've gone through a handful of clients, none of whom have quite frankly panned out. Why did you decide to partner with El Generico and what makes you so confident that he'll put Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. back on track?
Sweeney looks a little offended by the tone of her friggin' voice, but he's in too good a mood to let it get that deep under his skin.
Sweeney: I'll tell ya God's honest truth darling - professional wrestling is a spectator sport and for the past few weeks I've been to looking to give the good people of the UWF Universe something unlike anything they've ever seen before. I found the World's Strongest Man, I found the King of Strong Style, but neither of them were up to snuff. They didn't meet my standards and I'd never put my name on somebody I didn't think was good enough for the fans and their money, understand?
So what makes El Generico different? Well I'd poison my own Grandmother before I partnered with a masked man I didn't have full confidence in. I've seen a hundred luchadores dip, duck and dive over the years and I've never been impressed by any of 'em - that is, until I met this man right here. Not only is he a selfless philanthropist, not only is he a former top tag team contender in this organization, not only is he future of the wrestling genre known as Lucha Libre, but El Generico is the next face of the UWF. You can count on that, honey.
Oh, and uh, as for your other question - about getting us "back on track"? Ha! We aren't off track cause we haven't even got this thing started yet. Tonight it's us against Titus Brand, allegedly the only other talent agency worth a damn on the block. Huh. I gotta say, if I was you and I was putting any more on this one, I'd bet the house on ol' Sweet 'n' Sour, cause it doesn't matter what city we're running or what show we're on, we're always gonna be better than those hacks! That's a gauran-damn-tee. Titus has got himself a lucha too - but that moron couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel! It's about to be real clear who runs the better game around here. Just you wait and see.
Renee takes the rare break in Larry's ranting to get anther question in.
Young: Okay, El Generico, this is your second stint in the UWF but your first official run as a contracted wrestler. What can we expect from you this time around? Have you been training in your time away or have you been solely focused on helping the orphans in Tijuana?
He answers Spanishly...
Generico: A decir verdad, te digo que cada día que pasas con un huérfano hambriento está lleno de lecciones. Uno aprende el mapa del propio corazón en esos tiempos oscuros. Entonces, cuando digo que soy una buena persona, sabes que es verdad, porque he visto la oscuridad y me he comparado favorablemente con ella. Mis talentos solo han aumentado debido al tiempo invertido. He tenido un gran crecimiento de personajes. Soy un personaje Dentro de mi máscara está mi cara, y detrás de esa cara hay una mente que sueña. ¿Sueñas? Yo sueño. Sueño con un mundo mejor y un mejor UWF. Uno sin hombres como Sin Cara y Titus Brand. Uno sin huérfanos también. No quiero decir que no me gustan los huérfanos, solo que desearía que no fueran huérfanos porque tenían familias. Soy una buena persona.
Por cierto, culpo a los cárteles por huérfanos, en su mayor parte, porque la violencia de las pandillas es responsable de tanta muerte. ¿Sabía usted que? Es verdad. Es malditamente cierto. Y aquí hay otra verdad difícil de tragar con esa medicina, Renee. Sin Cara fue miembro fundador del Cartel en la UWF. ¿Recuerdas el Cartel? Hago. Muy bien. Ellos eran jodidamente horribles. Eran hombres horribles Ellos todavía lo son. Sé que la mayoría de ellos eran luchadores pésimos y una vez que se resolvieron los asuntos legales, fueron liberados porque apestan. Las luchas sin máscaras son apenas luchas en absoluto. Rey Mysterio tenía una máscara, y podías ver sus ojos y eso es importante, pero admitámoslo, ese tipo es una basura humana. Literalmente, un fuego de basura enconado dentro de un marco de hombre pequeño. Lo odio. Y peor que él fue Homicidio, el chico rata puertorriqueño. Su protegido es Sin Cara, un hombre que dice ser una buena persona, pero no es una buena persona. Soy una buena persona.
Sin Cara puede irse al infierno. En serio, ¿quién diablos se preocupa por este hombre? Le arrancaré el cráneo y lo golpearé hasta la muerte con él.
Renee quickly interrupts.
Young: That doesn't seem physically possible...
But El just keeps going.
Generico: Eso es exactamente lo que gritará cuando lo haga. Soy el juicio justo encarnado. Estoy aquí para ser el mejor luchador y también para destruir el último remanente del Cartel, por el bien de México y los huérfanos. Soy una buena persona. Y no solo soy una buena persona, sino que mi antiguo compañero y yo siempre hemos declarado con orgullo ...
SOMOS UNA BOMBA!
Generico shouts the old Mexican-American Dolpin catchphrase to close out.
Young: Well guys, those were some very long answers so unfortunately, we're out of time. Good luck in your match tonight.
Sweeney: Who needs luck when you've got the pride of Tijuana? Ahahahaha!
Larry doesn't wait around for an answer. He just walks away, cackling like a fiend with Generico in tow. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As the in-ring aspect of what makes Revolution compelling comes to a temporary ceasefire, the live feed cuts away from the main cameras filming the happenings in the arena and the capacity crowd and rests on a shot that appears to be capturing complete darkness. The shot is gradually illuminated until everyone watching can see Vinny Marseglia standing inside of what appears to be a jail cell with chains binding him.
Vinny Marseglia: Tonight’s edition of Revolution has a lot of eye catching, thought provoking things about it. The arena is divided with each contest that plays out before them as one percentage of the crowd is convinced of one outcome while the other percentage is convinced of the opposite outcome. But while they can’t collectively agree on who they think the victors are going to be, one thing they undoubtedly have in common is their desire to know exactly what Vinny Marseglia is going to do with his night off from competition. Well, I’m doing it right now. I’m creating unease in all of you that thought they weren’t going to see or hear from me tonight, none of you moreso than Marty Scurll.
Come on, “Villain”, you honestly thought I was going to leave your mind free of trouble and let you focus solely on your match with Vampiro tonight? How quickly you’re forgetting exactly who it is that you’re dealing with. Well let me remind you. I am not an amalgamation, a copy, an homage, or anything of the sort when it comes to those that have darkened the UWF before that I’ve been compared to. I am uniquely myself, and what that means for you is that, even though you’ve verbally and physically dealt with me before, I’m still an unpredictable entity that you can’t prepare for.
You know that I’m a harbinger and purveyor of despair, but you don’t know the extent of that provision because you haven’t experienced it yet. I know why the caged bird sings, it’s because it’s a creature longing for freedom. At Insurrextion, the stipulation on our head-to-head grants me that freedom and for the first time, the world will see the “Horror King” completely unrestrained. You want to know what Inksanity is all about? I’m going to demonstrate the definition in a way that you and the spectators will remember for the rest of your lives.
Men can come out of retirement at any given moment. Arms can be reset back into socket. You boast about those things like they aren’t finite, but they are, especially once I carry out what I have planned for you. You see, my weapons of choice have been chosen based on the fact that they serve more than one purpose. My instruments of agony leave more than flesh wounds, they leave everything asunder. Your thoughts and feelings? Shredded. Your pride and dignity? In tatters.
I am going to take your fighting spirit. I am going to take your will to live. I am going to take everything you have to give, lastly acquiring the Television Championship, and then I’m going to leave you a sullen husk of a human being. Consider that your deathmatch.
Much like light fades into the shot earlier so that Vinny could be seen, it now fades out until the screen is nothing but pitch blackness. Once it darkens to that point, the feed returns to the main cameras as Revolution continues.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and it is scheduled for one fall!
An assortment of red and green lights begin to fill the arena as a slow and ambient assortment of instruments begin to play, causing a swarm of hate from the audience. Within 20 some seconds of the track, the eruption of an aggressive voice hits-
"FEAR SOMETHING AGAIN!"
This signals one of Disturbed's well-known tracks, conveniently named, Fear. The grunts and heavy instruments echo through the building as out from the back curtain steps the self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", Vampiro. He has a slow stagger in his walk, expressionless is his painted face, while he wears the Intercontinental Championship proud around his waist.
He ignores the crowd's reception of him and continues on down the entrance ramp with a slow pace, staring at the ring with his dull eyes.
Tony Chimel: "From Thunder Bay, Ontario, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the Intercontinental Champion and self-proclaimed "Face of Fear", The Dark Angel, Vampiro!"
Vampiro unhooks his championship from his waist as he steps onto the apron, clutching it in one hand as he climbs the post. With one foot high on the top turnbuckle, Vampiro raises the Intercontinental Championship up high, garnering a loud boo from the audience. This time, a slight grin creases it's way into the side of Vampiro's mouth, showing he somewhat enjoys this negativity being thrown at him.
He hops down from the post and is meet at the side of the ring by the stage crew, who offer to take the belt from Vampiro. He glares at the member for a moment and slowly hands the belt over with an icy cold stare. He removes his jacket and tosses it to the side before pacing himself in a corner in preparation.
The 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.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is the UWF Television Champion, “The Villain” Marty Scurll!”
He walks down the ramp quickly and efficiently and looks at the crowd, checking his surroundings slightly. He taps his Television title for good luck then gets near to the ring.
He climbs onto the apron, looks into the ring with slight disdain. Ready for his match in his natural negitive mood.
He climbs through the ropes that he has became utterly familiar throughout his wrestling career with. He’s ready and ready to chicken-wing.
He places his umbrella, coat and glasses in the corner and holds his title high. Ready for this bout.
DING DING DING!
Vampiro and Scurll circle each other in the ring and then tie up in a classic collar and elbow. Vampiro pulls out with the advantage, rolling out with an arm wrench as he torques the joint of the Television Champion. Scurll grunts against the hold, but then launches into a forward roll and flips backward as he hits a toe kick to the side of Vampiro's head, forcing a release and sending the Dark Angel reeling. Scurll quickly kips up as the fans boo; they like neither man, here, but they especially dislike the Villain. Scurll then gestures for a test of strength, holding out an open palm, and Vampiro grabs his hand, realizing too late his mistake as Scurll thumbs him in the eye with his free hand! Vampiro stumbles away and Scurll gets right on him with clubbing blows to the upper back, driving him to the ropes, then grabs him in a German clutch and attempts a lift. Vampiro grabs the top ropes and refuses to be lifted, shaking his head, then throws an elbow back, catching Scurll in the jaw. The Television Champion stumbles away, releasing his clutch, and when he turns back he does so into an attempted lariat from Vampiro! Scurll, however, ducks under the attempt and turns around as Vampiro rebounds off the ropes, then drops him face-first with a drop toe hold! Vampiro's painted face bounces off the canvas and Scurll transitions directly into a crossface!
Tom Phillips: Marty Scurll has locked in a crossface and he's looking to end things right here!
Corey Graves: The Villain is going for the killshot early on.
Scurll really pulls on the crossface, applying maximum pressure, but Vampiro manages to fight up to a hands-and-knees position and then flips over on top, pinning Scurll's shoulders to the canvas!
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Scurll releases the submission hold and kicks out of the impromptu pin attempt, allowing the Dark Angel to roll out of the ring to regroup on the outside. The Villain, however, has other plans as he walks up to the edge of the ring and springboards off the ropes with a plancha! Vampiro has it scouted, though, and catches Scurll, then drops him ribs-first on one knee! Scurll cries out as he flops onto the floor and Vampiro lurches away, still trying to regroup after the brutal crossface he just moments ago escaped. After several seconds, he heads over to Scurll, who by now is on one knee using the apron to try to get vertical. Vampiro grabs Scurll in a side headlock, but Scurll gets an elbow under and throws it into the Dark Angel's gut, and then shoves him back into the barricade! Vampiro hits the steel barrier spine first and stumbles forward bracing his back, but Scurll maneuvers around behind and locks in a sleeper hold! The official has started a count and by now is at three, but Scurll keeps the sleeper cinched up tight for a good five more seconds before rolling a weakened Vampiro into the ring and sliding in after him, going for a cover.
Corey Graves: Marty Scurll very cleverly cut off circulation with that sleeper hold and has left Vampiro absolutely gassed for this cover. It'll be a miracle if the Dark Angel can kick out.
Mauro Ranallo: Well, if Vampiro truly is angelic and descended from the Heavens, it'll take more than a sleeper hold to defeat him.
Mauro proves correct as Vampiro gets the shoulder up. Scurll gets to his feet and gets in the official's face, taking issue with the call. When he turns back around after several seconds, he finds Vampiro waiting for him and the former Intercontinental Champion grabs him by the throat, looking for the Bite! Before he can lift, though, Scurll kicks him in the gut and then drops him with a hip toss! The Villain then immediately pulls Vampiro to his feet before throwing him into the ropes; on rebound, Scurll simply lifts a knee, sending the Dark Angel flipping over it gut-first to land hard on his back, clenching his stomach. Scurll again falls in for the cover, putting his hand in Vampiro's face in a maximum show of disrespect. It's at that moment that a buzz in the crowd draws the Villain's attention as Vinny Marseglia comes walking down the stairs! Scurll gets to his feet, anticipating the run-in, but Marseglia stops just short at the guard rail and then shakes his head and takes an empty seat in the front row! Scurll shouts something indiscernible at him and flips him off, then turns back toward Vampiro and pulls him to his feet, putting him immediately in a side headlock.
Tom Phillips: For a moment it looked like these two men were going to be joined here in the ring, but Vinny Marseglia has instead chosen to take a seat in the crowd!
Corey Graves: He's scouting the opposition ahead of Insurrextion, Phillips. I hate to admit it, but this is smart thinking.
Mauro Ranallo: I suppose the fact he is proving even the slightest distraction is just a happy side effect for the Dark Angel.
Scurll is, indeed, distracted by his Insurrextion foe's presence as he runs his mouth at Marseglia, telling him this is what he should expect when the two meet on the grander stage. He's not fully alert to Vampiro's efforts to break free, and eventually the Dark Angel manages to back Scurll into the ropes and slip free as he whips Scurll across the ring! Scurll comes back looking with a diving shoulder tackle, but Vampiro sidesteps and he whiffs. The Villain recovers quickly, but Vampiro is already on him with clubbing blows, a shark seeing the blood in the water. The Dark Angel drives Scurll back into the corner and then connects with a number of ugly shoulder thrusts to the gut before sitting Scurll up on the top rope. Vampiro then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and pummels Scurll repeatedly with open palms to the chest and face, before putting him in a suplex clutch and bringing him off the top with a superplex! Both men land hard on the canvas and Vampiro writhes for a few moments before dragging himself over to make the cover!
Corey Graves: This could be the end right here! Superplex!
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Mere tenths of a second from a victory, Scurll kicks out. Vampiro pushes to one knee and chuckles to himself, then throws back his hair and pulls Scurll vertical before lifting him up in a gorilla press! Vampiro holds Scurll aloft for several seconds before dropping him back first onto a knee! Scurll lands with a thud on the canvas and Vampiro gets to his feet, glaring down at his opponent. "You should have focused on the bigger threat, Marty!" he spitefully roars, then pulling Scurll to his feet and kicking him in the gut. Vampiro positions Scurll between his legs in powerbomb position, but Scurll lifts him up and over with a back body drop counter! The Villain has no ability to capitalize however, as he stumbles forward and leans on the ropes, bracing his back. He glares out at Marseglia who by this point has grabbed a box of popcorn from an adjacent fan and is munching on a handful of it. Vinny throws his feet up on the barricade as Scurll turns around right into a MASSIVE clothesline that nearly takes his head off! The fans are booing as Vampiro lifts him up and drops him with the Nail in the Coffin, holding on for the pin!
Tom Phillips: Nail in the Coffin! Nail in the Coffin! This one is as good as done!
Corey Graves: Count it, kids!
The fans do indeed count with the official:
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, the Dark Angel
VAMPIRO!
Tom Phillips: Marty Scurll was competitive in this contest, but he just couldn't keep his eye on the prize and it cost him.
Corey Graves: You've got that right, Phillips, and here in the UWF where the competition is this serious, you just can't let yourself get distracted like that. The Villain let his guard down against his current opponent for fear of a future one and he paid the price.
Mauro Ranallo: They call Marty Scurll the Villain, but it's the Dark Angel who's twirling his figurative moustache here tonight.
Vampiro is quick to roll out of the ring and head to the back, his work for the evening done nice and easy. Marseglia, meanwhile, hops the guard rail and heads to the timekeeper's area, collecting the Television Title before sliding into the ring. Vinny holds the title high as he looms over its proper owner, grinning wide as the feed moves on with him standing tall ahead of Insurrextion.
The feed suddenly cuts to a prerecorded studio segment where we see popular wrestling podcast host Sam Roberts with Triple H in studio. A credits sequence flashes across the screen.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO
SAM ROBERTS WRESTLING PODCAST!
DING DING DING!
INTRODUCING YOUR HOST, FROM NEW YORK,
HERE IS SAM ROBERTS!
We come back to the studio.
Sam Roberts: Welcome to the Sam Roberts Podcast, thank you very much for joining us and for all of your love and support over the past few weeks. Tonight, I'm joined by former UWF owner unter Hearst Helmsley, HHH, who has been making waves in recent weeks with his much publicized plight and Hunter, thanks for joining me.
The shot moves to HHH, standing by.
Triple H: You know, Sam, I'm always happy to join you here in studio and to discuss the professional wrestling business.
Back to Roberts.
Of course, Hunter — can I call you Hunter? — Anyway, I'm not going to waste any time, I'm going to get right to the hard questions and the first one is that a few weeks ago on SportsCenter, you said that you had been working with Ethan Carter III who — as the world knows — now owns the United Wrestling Federation. Anyway, you said you couldn't speak about what was going on at the time but since then, some rumors have been circulating on the internet and some videos have surfaced on social media and I think, Hunter, that the beans have been spilled. So why don't you tell us what's been going on in the life of former UWF COO Triple H?
Hunter brushes his goatee thoughtfully as he stares at Roberts, nodding along with his comments. Then he leans forward to answer the question.
Lookit, this isn't exactly a secret anymore, I'm not going to pretend it is, I've rejoined the UWF in an official capacity as an employee. These past few weeks I've been working with Carter in the UWF Performance Center down in Nashville, where I was hired to help out developing talent, helping the up-and-comers get ready to wrestle on the world stage, develop their personalities... you know how it is. It's not exactly where I saw my career taking me a few years ago, but to be perfectly honest, I'm kind of loving the opportunity to work with the kids down in the performance center and to be that close to the passion and the love of the business that those rookies have, you know? It's been years since I was down there, years since I saw what the new talent had to offer and I'll be honest that as an executive, it's easy to get disconnected with the fresh blood and to lose sight of why people get into this business. I've rediscovered my love for wrestling, man. It's been pretty magical.
Roberts seems to be genuinely pleased to hear this news as he follows up.
All right, Hunter, so you've been working with some of the young talent down in the performance center... have you worked with any of the talent on the active roster? Any of the newer guys? What do you think about some of the recent call-ups like Bray Wyatt, Matt Sydal...?
Hunter grins.
Look, I didn't work with any of the recent call-ups because they were already tapped to move up to the big leagues before I got back to the performance center, but I'll tell you I've seen a lot of Bray and a lot of Matt both when I was running the company and scouting possible talent, and when they came through the UWF before. Both of those guys have real potential to go a long way in the UWF, but both guys have this bad habit of turning up and getting real hot for a short while and then just... fuckin' the dog, man, sorry for the language. But that's the truth. So I think a guy like Matt Sydal, a guy like Bray Wyatt, either one of them could be a big success and could get their face on the posters, but they've got to apply themselves or get out of the way for the next hungry guy.
Roberts knows that response was gold, and he presses his luck with a follow-up.
Are there any recent call-ups who you feel have been doing an exceptional job and applying themselves in the company today?
Hunter laughs.
You know, the kid's got a big ego and I hate to inflate it further but the Miz has really been turning heads this time out the gate, he's been pushing hard, he's been winning all the right matches and he's been getting a lot of attention from the company. I wouldn't be surprised to see him headlining a card somewhere down the road, because he has the ability and he has the hunger, at least right now, to get there. Granted, that's just where my head's at, as a former owner, as a former COO, as a guy who used to run the show — I can't speak for how Ethan will do things or how he'll manage the business, but I like his approach, I've seen how he rewards effort and he's sure to be noticing the work Miz is putting in, man.
Roberts nods.
Well, Hunter, that's about all the time we have tonight, but I'd like to thank you for your time, thanks for joining me on the podcast... Triple H, everybody.
Some music plays as the podcast transitions into another segment while Hunter gives his thanks and makes his exit from the studio, the feed moving along.
As UWF Revolution rolls along, we suddenly cut to the title card and then to footage of one of UWF's many house shows along their circuit, specifically of Sheamus defeating some local talent in brutally quick fashion. There's an air around the champion of frustration as the match ends so swiftly, and he walks over to the announce table, yelling for a microphone.
Once he gets it, the Celtic Warrior heads back into the ring, taking his time as though he's going to speak in the center of it before he hops up onto the second rope of one of the corners, staring across the crowd before he lifts the microphone, speaking aggressively into it.
Sheamus: You all enjoy that, huh?
The crowd cheers, and Sheamus' face still doesn't show even the slightest happy look. He shakes his head before he starts to speak again.
Sheamus: Well, I sure didn't. And let me tell you why. A man like that? That's not the kind of opponent I want. That ain't the kind of opponent that you should be putting up against the best man you got. That's a waste of my time, your time, anybody else in this company's time. You all know what match you want, don't you? It's the same one I do. I want Bobby Roode, and all this fighting's just making me impatient. That bastard knocked me silly enough that I was still out of my mind even the next week, where I got beat up more. I'm more grateful to him for that than anybody understands. What he did, what I had to deal with when that happened, it put a fire under me. It made me a better fighter for tonight, even if it was wasted on a man like that.
Sheamus nods along, the crowd giving a mix of cheers with some boos in there for the disparaging words towards a wrestler from their home city.
Sheamus: So I'm gonna show him how thankful I am. I'm gonna prove to him how well he did that night we fought, by doing the exact same thing to him. I want him to get in that ring with me at Insurrextion and try to end my career. I want him to try and kill me if he's gotta to get this title, because I ain't gonna spare him if he doesn't. Let me say it to you personally, fella. You've made the biggest mistake of your life. You made me want another match, made me want to win for more than just the sake of winning, more than for this belt. This is about a man's pride, something you could never understand. But don't worry, you'll get real acquainted with mine soon.
Sheamus gets off the second rope, the crowd now cheering again as the champion tosses the microphone back over his shoulder and walks out, the footage ending as we cut back to Revolution once more.
OLE! chants pick up instantly as one half of the Mexican-American Dolphins makes his long-awaited and eagerly anticipated return to the UWF! Generico skanks his way down the ramp.
El Generico's themeplaying and drawing absolutely no suspicion that the person under his mask might be someone familiar to the fans. Cause it's not. Forget about it.
Tony Chimel: “Introducing first, accompanied by Larry Sweeney… from Tijuana, Mexico, weighing in at 212 lbs, El Generico!”
The Pride of Tijuana slides into the ring, the fans cheering all the while. Sweeney laughs, claps him on the shoulder and shakes his hand, totally enthused to have the master of Lucha Libre at his side.
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's theme blaring throughout the arena. Sin Cara looks on and he points at his opponent
Tony Chimel: “And his opponent, accompanied by Titus O’Neil, from Mexico City, weighing in at 198 lbs, Sin Cara!”
Sin Cara goes, and he runs down the ramp, and he jumps up high in the sky clearing the ropes as pyro goes off behind him. Titus begins barking in the background proud of his clients stunt.
DING DING DING
Sin Cara and El Generico begin circling each other before, suddenly, El Generico offers a handshake to Sin Cara, who seems unsure of how to react. After a few seconds of hesitation, he accepts the handshake, and the two share a brief friendly moment as both Sweeney and Titus yell at their respective clients to hit the other when their guard is down. The match properly starts with a collar-and-elbow tieup, which Cara is able to turn into a side headlock. Generico backs him into the ropes and sends him off. Generico drops down and Cara hurdles over the generic luchador and then leapfrogs over Generico, who stood up and bent over in the center of the ring, trying to perhaps catch Cara off guard. Finally, Cara is able to catch Generico with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, sending Generico across the ring. He gets right back up, but walks straight into a dropkick by Cara, much to the chagrin of Larry Sweeney.
Mauro: “Big dropkick by Sin Cara there taking control in the early goings of this opening contest!”
Tom: “I’m just glad we got to see a handshake in a match where neither man tried to attack each other during it for once.”
Corey: “Of course you are, Tom, you don’t understand the mentality of take every advantage you can in order to win like Larry Sweeney understands.”
Both men, up again, exchange deep arm drags before posing in the center of the ring. Larry Sweeney gets onto the apron and calls Generico over, the referee trying to get him off the apron but Larry insists he’s just giving advice to his client. After a few seconds, Generico’s face lights up like an epiphany hit him and he goes back, ready to fight Cara. Cara, seeming a tad confused, goes into it anyways and locks back up with Generico, but the generic luchador goes behind Cara and rakes the back of the “true” luchador in the match. The referee warns him that the move is illegal, but Generico continues on, dropkicking Cara into the corner and beginning to unload kick after kick to the chest of Cara, the referee counting till 4 before forcing Generico to give Cara some space to get up. He does so, but Generico charges back in and tries for a Olé Kick, but Cara gets out of the way, leaving Generico hung up on the top rope.
Mauro: “Sin Cara being able to get out of dodge that time, avoiding a disastrous Olé Kick!”
Corey: “He just got lucky that Generico was too slow on the buildup is all, had Generico been a few seconds quicker this match would be over for that fake luchador.”
Cara then hoists El Generico to the top rope facing the ring, and hits him twice before climbing the top rope himself, Titus O’Neil encouraging Sin Cara along the way. Cara, back facing Generico, grabs hold of him by the neck with his arm, but Generico clubs the back of Cara before he can execute whatever move he was planning on doing. Generico stands up and gets Sin Cara into a wheelbarrow position, but Cara is able to counter into a victory roll from the top rope! The referee scrambles to count the pin!
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Generico kicks out, shocking both Titus and Sweeney but in much different forms.
Corey: “How Cara was even able to pull a move off like that I don’t have a clue. I mean, again it was probably just a stroke of luck that Generico put him in such and easy position to counter.”
Tom: “Come on Corey, that was a really cool counter from Sin Cara so just say the truth that Sin Cara, with Titus’ guidance, has been an impressive talent in UWF!”
Corey: “Absolutely not, Tom.”
Mauro: “A big wheelbarrow victory roll off the top rope by Sin Cara and yet it only brought a 2 count!”
Cara gets Generico back up and looks to be calling for the end, but as he lifts up Generico the luchador, using a burst of speed, grabs Cara and hits an exploder suplex sending Cara to the other side of the ring! Generico stalks Cara as he begins to stand up in the corner, and hits the Olé Kick! Generico throws Cara down and scrambles for a cover!
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Cara, somehow, kicks out with Larry pounding the mat in frustration. He yells at Generico to “Go for the kill” and Generico brings Cara up to his feet.
Mauro: “The Olé Kick not being enough, Generico may be looking for the finish!”
Corey: “Come on Generico, show you’re the better luchador!”
Tom: “Will you stop being so biased, Corey? We’re supposed to be professionals.”
Corey: “Could’ve fooled me with you sitting right here.”
Generico brings Cara up to the top rope and climbs up, taking a second to pose. In that second however, Cara attacks Generico with body blow after body blow, before finally catching him right in the face, sending him down to the mat, flat on his back. Larry Sweeney encourages Generico to stand up, but Cara is up top, leaping off with the High Angle Senton Bomb! He lands right on Generico and follows up with the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sin Cara!
Sin Cara gets his hand raised but from behind that Miz jumps Cara! Miz continues his assault on the Titus Worldwide representative. Titus tries to get involved, but Miz throws a shot at him, knocking him off the apron. Miz lifts Cara up and hits him with a Skull Crushing Finale.
Mauro: “A vicious assault by Miz gives Sin Cara the victory tonight on Revolution!”
Corey: “An absolute decimation of Titus Worldwide, and it’s just a preview of what will happen in two weeks at Insurrextion!”
Tom: “That’s just not right! Miz had no right to come out here and interrupt this heated contest!”
Corey: “Shut up Phillips, don’t disrespect a movie star like The Miz!”
Miz picks Sin Cara up once again, and hits a second Skull Crushing Finale before leaving the ring, his message sent on the Road to Insurrextion.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the vastly different figures of Cesaro and Paul Heyman standing side-by-side. Cesaro is holding up a microphone for Paul Heyman, in order to let him speak.
Paul Heyman: “Destiny.”
Cesaro adjusts the microphone closer to his Paul's face. While, Paul, meanwhile, appears to be trying to be more formal than sassy. He continues in speaking.
Paul Heyman: “Destiny, sometimes referred to as fate, is a predetermined course of events. Destiny may be conceived as a predetermined future, whether in general or of an individual. But this time it refers to Cesaro - and only Cesaro. It doesn’t refer to Sheamus. It doesn’t refer to Bobby Roode. It doesn’t refer to Seth Rollins. They’re all only guilty by association down a greater path: the road to glory, for Antonio Cesaro… and how golden, how rich, how divine, that destiny for Antonio Cesaro is. It’s like it’s written in the stars. It’s like it’s an ancient prophecy that’s about to be fulfilled. A testament chiseled in stone.”
Paul mimics a stone chiseling sequence with the microphone.
Paul Heyman: “Except- Ladies and gentlemen, none of these things are written anywhere at all. Because all the proof you need is standing right in front of you. Standing at six-foot-five, and weighing a lean, calculated weight of 232 lbs. He is the living proof.”
Paul motions to his client, imploring the audience to take him in.
Paul Heyman: “With that in mind, I say, to hell with all of that old shit. Who needs things written in the stars? Who needs an ancient prophecy? Who needs a testament chiseled in stone? Who needs by-the-book destiny? Antonio Cesaro didn’t get this far by relying on all of these magic little things, and an inflated sense of himself. Cesaro went to the gym. Cesaro studied the tapes. But, I'll tell you who's been relying on "magic" and selfish vainglory, and that is Seth Rollins and Bobby Roode. Two people with an inflated self image, two people with too much self-esteem for their own good. Two people who are going to get what’s coming to them, in the form of the most historically-devastating tag team in the Ultimate Wrestling Federation.”
Paul, then mimics a hair-grabbing motion that coincides with what he's going to say next.
Paul Heyman: “Cesaro, is going to take that long, double-shaded hair of Seth Rollins and dye it a third in blood-red. Cesaro, is going to transmute all of Bobby Roode’s “glory” into bitter irony. I hope you’re looking forward to the future, folks, because the future, our main event, will be a bloodsport. The future is Cesaro, ladies and gentlemen. It might be darker days for some, like Sheamus, Bobby Roode, and Seth Rollins. But, come Wrestlemania, it'll be remembered the day when the blue-collar worker everyone that was above him - that thought he was "boring" - became the greatest of all time, at the showcase of the immortals.”
And with that, the scene fades to black, as Revolution rolls on.
We are taken backstage where Dolph Ziggler is seen wearing a hoodie and looking focused. As the camera rolls, he looks at the lens and begins to address the crowd.
DOLPH ZIGGLER
I'm at my wit's end. After my actions last week, after I took matters into my own hands and kicked the living Hell out of Chris Jericho on his own talk segment, people just didn't stop tweeting me, texting me, messaging me on every form of social media you could think of, asking me: Why? Why, Dolph? And you know what, I thought I was pretty clear last week when I took the microphone and told the world exactly what my motivations were, but people... they're just not smart enough to get it. As if I haven't made a reputation for being duplicitous, for being unpredictable and for being violent — dare I say it, for being the most dangerous man on this roster — last week, I reminded everyone that Dolph Ziggler is not a man to be underestimated, overlooked or dismissed.
Dolph takes a long breath, pausing for what seems like a minute but is, in fact, just a few seconds. He glares at the camera with determination in his eyes.
Some people accused me of cowardice. They said that I'm only jumping Chris, now, because I can't beat Sheamus. Those people are idiots. I am still the single most talented professional wrestler on the UWF roster. I am still the guy to be beat, I am still the apex of this sport, I am still — for all intents and purposes — the Gold Standard. But I am not operating at my best. I haven't been at 100 per cent since Sheamus, like the coward he is, kicked me in the head when I was coming down to the ring to congratulate him for a job well done some weeks ago. I haven't been at my best, my brain's been scrambled, my head has been aching and I wake up every morning feeling dizzy and sick. But still, I turn up for all of my work-outs, I put in every ounce of work that I always have and I run myself ragged for this business because I'm the only man here who really has the drive and the passion worthy of a world champion. Sheamus, he wins a title, he defends it through underhanded means and preys on a weakened competitor and he acts like that proves he's something more than what he is, which is just another loser, another brawler, another idiot here to pad out the numbers. I'll get back to Sheamus and I'll take my revenge on him when I'm fully recovered from what he did to me, but in the meanwhile, I've got my sights set on a far less devious, less game victim.
Dolph runs a hand through his hair, pushing the hood off his head, and glares at the camera.
For now, my sights are set firmly on Chris Jericho, the man who — like I said last week — is the reason I found myself in my current predicament, the reason I have to fight Sheamus to reclaim my title, the reason he kicked me in the head and the reason all of this started. If it wasn't for Y2J, I'd still be world champion. If it wasn't for Y2J, I wouldn't need to give speeches like this, my face would be on the Insurrextion posters and the world would remember just who I am and what I'm made of. It's his fault my career nearly ended a few weeks ago. But it didn't. I'm still here. I'm still spoiling for a fight and that's exactly what Chris is going to get at Insurrextion. The fight of his life. Because this isn't professional, this isn't business — this is personal. And if Jericho's lucky, he'll escape it with something resembling his life, albeit dramatically changed. Though I'm not going to make any promises. The blood is in the water, and me? I'm the biggest shark of all.
With that, Ziggy gets up and exits the shot, leaving the feed rolling awkwardly on a shot of nothing for several more seconds before the broadcast moves onward.
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.
Out comes Y2J Chris Jericho, sporting his very, very, very, very, very expensive light-up jacket, one of his many scarves, and The List of Jericho. As the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time spins around, fireworks illuminate the stage area.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Jericho heads towards the ring, high-fiving every fan in his path, sans that one guy that always ends up disappointed by every little thing. The Ayatolla of Rock 'n' Rolla points out a few pro-Jericho signs in the crowd as he walks up the ring steps and into the squared circle, ready to start the match.
VS 
DING DING DING
Once the bell rings, Jericho is ready to go but Miz still has his glasses on. In his regular egotistical fashion, he winds up the crowd, lifting his arms up in the air to take off his glasses but Jericho comes running over with a dropkick in the corner, knocking those glasses clear off his face! Jericho throws Miz down to the mat and exits the ring onto the apron. He points at Maryse and tells her to stay back before climbing up to the top rope. Miz is getting back to his feet and when he turns around, Jericho comes off with a double axe handle to the top of the dome. Miz goes down and Jericho shows him true cockiness by putting his foot on his chest and flexing for the pin.
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Miz gets the shoulder up right away. He tries to get away but Jericho follows him around the ring, slapping him in the back of the head. Miz finally gets pissed off and shoves Jericho away. Y2J just smiles at this and goes for a jumping enziguri but Miz ducks it. Jericho quickly turns over but Miz grabs a hold of his foot and goes for the figure four leg lock. He spins around the leg but Jericho pushes him off towards the ropes with his free leg. Miz hits the ropes comes back with a straight kick to the face to the seated Jericho. He hops on him right away for the cover.
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Jericho kicks out! Miz brings Jericho back to his feet right away and whips him into the corner. Miz takes off running to the corner but Jericho gets his foot up. Miz stops just in time however and catches his foot. He shakes his head before throwing a big punch that stuns Y2J. Miz walks away to the opposite corner once more and leans down before running full speed and connecting with the awesome clothesline in the corner. He hands on the second rope and motions for Maryse to come. She hops onto the apron and gives him a kiss which makes the crowd boo their PDA during the match.
Corey Graves: Listen to all these losers cry. Two attractive people are showing their affection for one another and it makes them sick because they've never felt real love.
Tom Phillips: Or because people want to see a wrestling match, not a special Miz and Maryse tape.
Corey Graves: Speak for yourself Phillips.
Maryse gets off the apron and Miz goes back on the attack. Jericho is starting to get to his feet and so The Miz runs over looking for the running knee lift but Jericho manages to avoid it. Miz spins around from the momentum of the missed knee and when he turns around, Jericho trips him up and immediatley starts to go for the Walls of Jericho! Miz is squirming all over the ring, trying to get to the ropes. Jericho is trying to pull him in but Miz makes it to the ropes. The ref makes Jericho release him and when he does, Miz opts to head to the outside and regain his composure.
Jericho tries to go out to get him but the ref backs him away, saying he needs to give Miz some time. Jericho says to hell with that and simply exits the ring from another side and comes running around the ring. Miz sees this and puts his own pregnant wife in front of him which stops Jericho dead in his tracks. Maryse runs her mouth off at him, telling him he needs to be careful around her. Jericho tries to get around her but she won't let him, instead staying in his face. Miz is able to use this to his advantage by blindsiding Chris with a big clothesline. He picks up Jericho right away and tosses him into the barricade. Still not done, he lift Jericho up for a back suplex right on the barricade! Jericho falls forward holding his back but Miz grabs him and tosses him back into the ring, following him in for the cover.
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Jericho kicks out! Miz backs away and waits as Jericho gets to his hands and knees. Miz picks up Jericho's upper body so that he's on his knees before performing his world famous IT Kicks! The entire crowd is chanting NO with each kick but they're all landing hard on Chris. Miz backs away and revs up his leg for the final kick to the head but Jericho ducks under it and grabs Miz as he spins around, rolling him into a schoolboy but instead of going for the pin, he uses it merely as a transition as he grabs Miz's legs and turns him over for the Walls of Jericho!
Mauro Ranallo: He's got him in the Walls!
Corey Graves: I have complete faith that Miz is going to get out of this one.
Maryse runs over to where Miz is facing and tries to give him some encouragement. Miz fights forward for Maryse and their unborn child. He gets closer and closer to the ropes, crawling hand over fist to the ropes. He reaches out for them but Jericho suddenly pulls him back toward the center of the ring! Miz looks like he might tap but Maryse yells at him not to. She runs around to Jericho's side and hops on the apron. She yells at him to let go of her husband. Jericho just laughs, asking the Miz if his wife fights all his battles for him. This suddenly makes Miz man up and he quickly pushes forward and makes it to the ropes!
Miz tries to rest up against the ropes but Jericho comes over and gives him a running bulldog! Miz rolls to the center of the ring and Jericho looks down at him with a smile on his face. He runs to the ropes and springboards off them for the Lionsault but Miz gets his knees up in time! Y2J lands hard across the knees and lands sitting on his knees, holding his stomach. Miz quickly gets back to his feet and walks over to Jericho to hit a snap DDT! He then goes for the cover.
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Jericho kicks out! Miz backs away and circles Jericho like prey. Y2J slowly gets back to his feet and Miz slips up behind him and tries to get his arms in the full nelson for the Skull Crushing Finale but Jericho fights him off. He wiggles free and throws his head backwards to headbutt Miz right in the nose! Miz stumbles backwards holding his face. Jericho uses this brief impariment to The Miz to run at him ad take him down with the Codebreaker! Jericho turns over and places the arm on top of Miz for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Jericho!
Miz rolls to the outside and his wife checks up on him. Jericho meanwhile celebrates his victory until out of nowhere he gets hit in the face with a Superkick! Dolph Ziggler is then shown and he looks straight down at Jericho. He stands over him, not saying a word, just looking down as if lost in thought. Ziggler decides to just leave the ring and heads up the ramp.
Mauro Ranallo: For the second week in a row, Dolph Ziggler has come out and attacked Chris Jericho!
Corey Graves: Insurexxtion can't come soon enough, I want to see these two destroy one another!
Ziggler looks back at Jericho in the ring and smiles as the segment fades out.
Just as the previous action ended a familiar tune from one week starts playing, the soft, quiet version of Queen's I want it all plays and the deep announcer voice is back and the crowd burst out in joy and cheers
he's the king of boys
he's a winner
he's got a damn good taste in drinks
but most importantly... HE'S DALTON CASTLE
AND HE'S COMING BACK NEXT WEEK
With that sentence the music becomes stronger and slowly starts to lower again up until just the fan's cheers can be heard and Revolution continues
As Revolution continues, we cut to backstage. Sheamus is pacing back and forth, doing various aerobic exercises as he gets himself more warmed up for his match tonight, doing some small parts of shadowboxing here and there as he continues through the backstage area, the camerman following after him.
Sheamus: Hard to keep up with a man like Cesaro.
The Celtic Warrior gives a passing glance to the camera as he keeps going, moving up to a set up box and doing small leaps up onto it and back off before continuing, clearly having a small 'course' already set up backstage.
Sheamus: It's what I like about him. Man's a physical freak. He moves faster, wrestles better, is stronger than most men I've seen in my whole life. Most guys can only hope to get one out of 3, but he's hittin' all the marks. And if I play my cards right, I get to go up against that at Wrestlemania, on the big stage. The place where he'll be going his hardest, and I'll be going mine. But first, we got tonight. I get to sample for myself what that whole 'Swiss Superman' thing's about. The last time we paired up? I didn't look as hard as I should've. I didn't take the chance to see that gold mine I was sitting on in a tag team partner. You know what a man like that could do to me, or anyone?
Sheamus laughs, beginning a short jog as the cameraman struggles to keep up for a while, the camera shaking before the champion chuckles again, slowing down to a walk before he begins stretching and working all of his limbs again.
Sheamus: So here's what's gonna happen tonight. Me and Cesaro? We're gonna kick the piss out of Rollins and Roode, then I'm gonna knock every single perfect white tooth out of that daft bastard's face at Insurrextion. Then, after that? I'm in the home straight, fella. I get to fight Cesaro. I get to knock his head around the ring and feel how heavy his hands actually are. I ain't looking past Roode, either. He did something to me I'm itching to pay back. I just haven't been this excited before. Feels like how it was back when I started this whole thing. When I learned that I could go become one of the best, I could fight, just like I always loved, for money. That I could live like this. All that adrenaline, all that anticipation's back in my veins, fella. And tonight? It's gonna be surging in that ring.
Sheamus gives a grin to the camera before the camerman seems to make some kind of nod, the whole camera moving with him before he starts to head off, Sheamus disappearing from view as we fade to black and back to the show.
The lights go dark and the theme of Sheamus begins to echo in the arena, slowly building up. As the intro reaches its climax, the lights go completely dark before the stage is brightly lit with spotlights pointing towards Sheamus, standing on the stage with his arms outstretched and fists clenched.
Sheamus: Faugh a ballagh!
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Dublin Ireland, weighing in at 267lbs, he is the Celtic Warrior, SHEAMUS!
With his music now playing at full blare, Sheamus walks down the ramp with the crowd cheering and yelling, many hoping to see what kind of violence the large man from Ireland can inflict. He walks down the ramp with a serious look on his face, licking his lips as he stares toward the ring. Reaching behind him, he unclips the belt adorning his waist and begins to carry it in one hand.
Quickly turning and walking up the steps, Sheamus walks across the apron, turning to face the crowd and once again spreading his arms, fist clenched with the title held high as he lets loose another war cry in their direction, much to their delight. With a grin on his face, Sheamus steps between the ropes and confidently takes position in the ring, handing over his title to the referee.
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!!!”
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!
VS
DING DING DING
Cesaro wants to starts off in the ring and Sheamus agrees to let him. On the other side however, Rollins wants to start things off and maybe exact some revenge against Cesaro but Roode tells him step aside and that he’s got this and slaps him on the chest twice as if the Intercontinental Champion is nothing more than kid. Rollins shakes his head but exits to the apron, not wanting to deal with Roode. Cesaro gets ready to wrap up but Bobby puts his hand out and tells Cesaro to stop. He then gears up for his glorious pose, winding his arms in circles but Cesaro gets tired of waiting and nails him with a European uppercut! Roode looks like he’s seeing stars and Cesaro waste no time in grabbing his legs and going round and round for the Cesaro Swing!
Mauro Ranallo: Cesaro making Bobby Roode pay for taking him lightly.
Corey Graves: When you’re Bobby Roode, you can afford to take people lightly. Have you seen his robes?
After 20 rotations, Cesaro steps through and turns Roode around for the Sharpshooter! Roode reaches out for Seth and tells him to come in. Rollins just stares at him and laughs, shaking his head and letting Roode suffer through the hold. Roode decides to man up and crawls over towards the ropes, making the ref break the hold. Roode stays on the ropes to make sue Cesaro doesn't come near him and uses them to guide him to his corner and slap Rollins in the chest to force the tag. Seth shoots him a dirty look but Roode doesn't care, heading out to the floor right away.
Rollins comes into the ring and gets ready to tie up with the man who defeated him last week. They go to tie up but Rollins puts him in a side headlock right away. Cesaro walks back and pushing Rollins off the ropes. Rollins hits the ropes and comes back into a running shoulder tackle. Cesaro then runs towards the ropes but Seth flips over by him and makes Cesaro jump over him. Cesaro keeps running the ropes and this time runs into a single leg drop kick. Cesaro gets back to his feet right away and holds his mouth, having busted his lip. Rollins just smiles, knowing he's done some damage to the Swiss Cyborg.
Corey Graves: I wouldn't be celebrating too early if I were Rollins.
Tom Phillips: For once I agree with you Corey, Cesaro already proved he can beat Rollins.
Mauro Ranallo: Nice to see you two getting along.
Corey Graves: Is it too late to change my stance?
Cesaro cracks his neck and gets back into a fighting stance. He moves in to tie up with Rollins but Seth ducks his grapple. Cesaro turns around and Seth kicks him in the leg which buckles him down to a knee. Seth then throws a few shoot kicks to the chest but Cesaro grabs his leg at one point and stands back up. Seth is jumping up and down, trying to balance on one leg. Cesaro tosses Seth's leg in the air but the athleticism of the Architect allows him to flip over to land on his feet. When he land however, Cesaro nearly takes his head off with a diving european uppercut that sends Seth flying through the ropes and out to the floor. Seth tries to get back up right away but the Swiss Superman comes diving out of the ring with a suicide dive to take him out! Right away Cesaro grabs Seth and tosses him back into the ring, following him in for the cover.
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Rollins kicks out! Cesaro picks up Rollins and places him in an abdominal stretch. He inches closer to Sheamus and makes the tag. The UWF Champion comes in and punches Seth right in the exposed ribs. Cesaro heads out onto the apron while Sheamus chases a retreating Seth. Rollins heads to his corner for the tag but Roode is still down on the floor. Seth yells at him but turns around to pay attention to Sheamus. His eye was off the ball for a bit too long as Sheamus comes running over and hits him with a running knee in the corner. He then takes Rollins upper body and shoves it between the ropes, picking him up for the 10 Beats of the Bodhran, all while looking down at Roode who looks up at him.
Sheamus pauses for the 10th hit and this makes Roode jump onto the apron. Sheamus chases after him, looking to clothesline him but Roode hops back down. Sheamus turns his attention back to Seth but Rollins nails him with a jumping knee strike. Rollins stumbles backwards and now Roode makes the tag. He comes in to take advantage of Sheamus but the Celtic Warrior levels him with a clothesline! Roode is dazed but Sheamus picks him back up and places him over his shoulder, running forward for a powerslam and staying on him for the pin.
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Roode kicks out! Sheamus brings him over to where Cesaro is and tags him in. Sheamus lifts Roode up high into a military press while Cesaro enters the ring. He then throws Roode up and towards Cesaro who takes him out with the Very European Uppercut! Bobby's body hits the mat hard and Cesaro immediately goes for the pin.
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Roode kicks out! Cesaro brings him back to his feet once more but Roode fights back with some shots to the midsection. Roode then picks up Cesaro and slams him down with a spinebuster! Bobby turns to his corner and reaches his hand out for Seth to make the tag. Seth has his arm out forward looking for the tag but when Roode gets close enough, Rollins jumps off the apron and shakes his head. Roode angrily yells at Seth asking him what the hell he thinks he's doing. Seth just smiles and walks around the ring to leave the match. Roode turns around and gets kicked in the gut by Cesaro. The Swiss Superman then plants Roode with the Neutralizer! He turns him over and goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Sheamus and Cesaro!
The ref raises their hands while Roode rolls out to the floor. The ref then hands Sheamus the UWF Championship. Cesaro looks down at it and then back at Sheamus who seems to take notice. Cesaro smiles and points to the Wrestlemania sign, telling Sheamus he better win against Roode at Insurrextion. Cesaro exits the ring and heads up the ramp looking back at Sheamus one time as he holds the title up high and the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Insurrextion
Intercontinental Championship
Hell in a Cell
Seth Rollins(c) vs Vampiro
Credits
Promos - Respecitve TTers
Sin Cara vs Generico - Mr. Leedles
Vampiro vs Scurll - Crann
Wyatt vs Sydal, Jericho vs Miz, Sheamus/Cesaro vs Roode/Rollins - Danny