Post by Danny on Sept 1, 2018 2:32:41 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: The King of the Ring keep moving along and it's time for some Quarter Finals action! Who do you think is moving on Phillips?
Tom Phillips: Personally I think-
Corey Graves: Nobody cares Tom but what people do care about is our huge main event! World traveled international veterans look to take on the former indie stars in a big 8 man tag match.
Mauro Ranallo: Plus two more debuts for the newly resigned Tyler Bate and Doink the Clown. Who thought we'd see Doink make a return?
Corey Graves: I certainly didn't but speaking of debuts, Sammy Guevarra asked for a big opportunity and he's got one this week as he goes up against Intercontinental Champion The Miz who is looking to get right back on his winning ways.
Mauro Ranallo: And that's our first match of the night but first, we head backstage top get a word with the number one contender to the Intercontinental Champion, Roman Reigns. Renee...
RENEE YOUNG:
Ladies and gentlemen last week we experienced some of the very best in action during round one of the King of the Ring Tournament. My guest tonight is one of those participants, Roman Reigns.
Roman Reigns enters into the picture, with a smug look on his face, staring at Renee with a look of disgust.
ROMAN REIGNS:
Renee the last time you cornered me into an interview, you were obnoxiously rude and asked all of the wrong questions. This time try and get it right.
RENEE YOUNG:
Right...well last week you stepped into the ring with HHH in an epic first round battle for the coveted King of the Ring. Unfortunately you came up just a bit short...do you have any last comments on the match and being eliminated?
ROMAN REIGNS:
Renee you really need to work on your personal skills. That is really the first thing you have come out of your mouth is how do I feel about losing last week? How the hell do you think it feels to lose? It frigin sucks, and it shouldn't have happened. I had that match won, but I took my eye off the prize for a second and that spelled the end. Rest assure if that match were to take place again the outcome would be dramatically different. I suppose congrats are in order to Hunter, but then again I could really care less now that I am not involved in it.
RENEE YOUNG:
Well now that you have been eliminated, I suppose you can now shift gears to the prize you won a few weeks back and that is a shot at The Miz and his Intercontinental title.
ROMAN REIGNS:
Now that Renee is the right question to ask. You know all people have been concerned with as of late is this tournament, and yet everyone seems to have forgotten that I earned a shot at the Miz and his title. Now it just so happens that we have both been knocked from the King of the Ring, so I guess that frees us both up now doesn't it?
RENEE YOUNG:
So it is your assumption that you will win when the eventual meeting occurs?
ROMAN REIGNS:
Girl you need to lay off of whatever drugs it is you are taking, or at least share the wealth. Assumptions are for losers, to which I am not. I don't assume anything about The Miz. What I know for a fact is that when he steps into my yard, he will get his ass beat, and I will....repeat WILL be taking that Intercontinental Title from his grubby little hands and putting it in the care of someone much more fitting. I mean if it was up to me I would have the guys in the back start making my personalized name plates for the belt, that is how sure of this victory that I am.
Roman turns directly to the camera.
Hey Miz, how you doin bro? You sleeping ok? Eating all you need to keep up your strength? You are going to need every ounce of it very very soon. See while in my short time here we have yet to directly cross paths one on one, It was pretty much destined to happen. You and I are about to become much more closely acquainted though. I am very quickly going to become the first thing you think about in the morning, and the last thing you think about before bed. I am going to be your worst frigin nightmare. Mark my words Mike, your days as champion are officially numbered, and you can absolutely BELIEVE THAT!
The scene opens up on the road, the UWF’s resident b-team, The Hired Gunns, are driving to the next arena for Revolution, trading stories and memories along the way.
Kidman: “Man, to think all those years have flown by...yet here we are, still wrestling.”
Gunn: “It beats being unemployed, besides, we’re wrestlers. We don’t really have many other places to go to. Honestly Miz really saved our asses…”
L: “And I didn’t? Without me you guys may have been fired.”
Kidman: “You have, L, but without Miz the three of us wouldn’t have met.”
L: “Fair enough. Say, I don’t think you ever told me how you two met Miz anyways.”
Gunn: “Well, we can tell it to you then. We got a few hours to kill until we get to the hotel.”
L: “Welp, flashback time I guess. Let me get the flashback visual mode on so I can actually tell what is going on instead of basing it completely off of Gunn and Kidman…”
The scenery then changes, now looking to be a somewhat grandiose office area. Hanging from the walls are various photos, and Gunn and Kidman are sitting down in a pair of chairs. The door swings open, and out walks a dejected, angry Curtis Axel.
Axel: “Hey, you guys here for Miz?”
Hired Gunns: “Yeah, of c-”
Axel: “Honestly, best of luck. You’re gonna need it when dealing with Mike, dude is impossible. I mean, really, he is like if Sheldon Cooper was only as smart as an average high school jock character.”
Kidman goes to say something in response, but Axel has none of it and just walks off. Kidman and Gunn look at each other, and walk up to the door leading into Miz’s office. They open it up, and take in the rather simple design. Red-painted walls and an oak desk with Miz sitting in a chair behind it.
Miz: “Come in, come in, take a seat...er…..”
Miz quickly checks the list of applicants
Miz: “Kidman and Gunn, correct?”
Hired Gunns: “Yep.”
Miz: “Alright, had to make sure. How are you two by the way?”
Kidman: “I’m doing fine, sir.”
Gunn: “Same here, what about you?”
Miz: “I’m doing alright myself, now let’s get this started. Firstly, tell me a little bit about why you two should be signed over the other applicants.”
Kidman: “Because...well...without you, we’ve got nothing else?”
Miz: “Okay, fair enough...next one may seem a bit weird, but-”
Miz holds up two pairs of trunks, one white with black designs and one black with white designs.
Miz: “Which color suits me better in the ring?”
Kidman and Gunn discuss a bit, but before they agree on an answer Gunn just speaks anyways.
Gunn: “I mean...neither one really works best? If I was designing those, I would have had the black trunks have gold designs instead of white, since the gold would pop out a bit more. The white could also work as well with blue designs, but would probably look even better with the trunks being a dark blue and the designs being white. You probably could pull off red trunks with black designs or vice-versa, but the red on black would have to be somewhat dark as well to not be too much of an eyesore-”
Kidman: “We’ll just go wi-”
Miz: “HEY! Don’t interrupt him. Now Gunn, continue?”
Kidman just slouches down in his chair as Gunn goes to speak again.
Gunn: “Well, as I was saying, you probably could also use orange, as weird as that sounds, with the white designs if you’re going for eye-popping…”
Suddenly the scene shifts back to present-day
Kidman: “Can we move on from the trunks conversation? I mean, for christ’s sake it went a solid 30 minutes of you just discussing what Miz could wear as in-ring gear!”
L: “I must agree, Gunn, I don’t really give two shits about what Miz wears in the ring. Although I must ask how do you know so much about gear design?”
Gunn: “I had to design my own gear back in the 90s...I made some really bad choices, but had to design my own gear.”
Kidman: “Yeah, having a gigantic pair of lips on your ass usually isn’t a good choice in general.”
Gunn: “Well, anyways, if we’re skipping that then we’re skipping the DBZ video game discussion then.”
Kidman: “You’re still salty that Miz sided with me over you? I mean come on dude, Budokai 3 is clearly the better game!”
Gunn: “But you can’t deny that Xenoverse 2 has an amazing story mode and really good online play.”
Kidman: “Yes I can, rather easily in fact. The online is easily cheatable by just spamming the best moves and the story was only good because you were able to put your own OC in there.”
L: “I thought Budokai Tenkaichi 3 was the best game, being honest.”
Kidman: “Oh christ, really? You’re one of those guys?”
L: “Is there something wrong with me thinking it’s the best game? It’s all just an opinion, bro.”
Kidman: “There’s nothing wrong with it, except it being the wrong game. You added Tenkaichi to it for no reason.”
Gunn: “Look, we’re getting off track, let’s just get back to the story…”
L: “Okay, back to the office.”
The scene goes back to the meeting of The Hired Gunns and Miz, now a solid hour and a half skipped and a broken vase on the floor.
Miz: “Okay...we all calmed down...I need to buy a new vase...let’s get to the final question: Do you guys listen to Barns Courtney?”
Hired Gunns: “Who?”
Miz: “Alright, we’ll have to address that...well, gentlemen, congratulations-”
Miz stands up and shakes the hands of both Gunn and Kidman.
Miz: “You’re hired. Now, I expect to see you at Revolution, but I got a plan for the both of you to make an impactful debut, so you’re gonna need these-”
Miz hands the two of them tickets to the next Revolution show (at that point in time the next one, anyways.)
Miz: “You two just jump the barricade during the Roode/Rollins match and I’ll explain the rest to EC3. I hope we have a long partnership together...oh, by the way-”
Gunn and Kidman look a bit confused now at Miz.
Miz: “Which one’s Gunn?”
Gunn points to himself as they stand up, ready to leave.
Miz: “Alright, well you will be getting paid by the UWF, so don’t expect your first paycheck until maybe 3 weeks from now, but it will be worth it. Now then, you two can see yourselves out, and welcome to the Mizanin family.”
With that, we go back to present day, where Gunn and Kidman are now parked at the hotel.
Gunn: “Woah, we’re here already? Where’d the time go?”
Kidman: “That is the power of stories, I guess.”
L: “And the power of a coincidental time skip…”
Gunn: “Either way, Miz is probably waiting for us in the lobby, so we should be heading in.”
Kidman: “Yeah, that would probably be a good idea…”
L: “Actually, quick question?”
Kidman: “Yeah, L?”
L: “Do you guys even know if you guys are booked on the show? Or if any of you are booked in general?”
Gunn: “That...that is a damn good question. Guess we’ll find out, I guess.”
With that, Gunn and Kidman leave the car and enter the hotel, the camera fading out as the door closes once they enter the lobby.
The cameras turn to Renee, who is standing in her usual spot next to the show screen, the crowd quieten down as she begins to introduce her next guest.
Renee Young: Hello, UWF Universe, today I'm standing next to the self-proclaimed, "Future of UWF", Tyler Bate! How are you doing, Tyler?
Tyler Bate: Well, if you really want to know, I was doing fine until you asked me to come to do this atrocious interview. But while I'm here, I may as well talk to you about whatever you want to know, I mean, that IS the point of this, correct?
Renee Young: Correct, Tyler... I'd like to know what your mindset is going into this match, that you're calling a 'squash match'.
Tyler Bate: If I'm honest Renee, which I am, I just want to beat the shit out of a fucking clown, mate. I don't have a specific mindset, and it is a squash match, whatever happens to this guy, is not my liability, its Ethan's. He put him in this match and he'll be the one paying his medical bill, in fact, I'll pay 10%, he'll need it when I'm done with him. I mean, you don't see the media talking about him, while I, on the other hand, I'm on the front cover of UWF Weekly, only $6.99 in stores now and £4.99 in England, here, I'll even show you...
Renee Young: Tyler, I've already see-.
Tyler pulls out a magazine from his jacket pocket, showing the front cover to the camera and Renee, smiling and pointing before going back to his normal, unexpressive face whilst he throws it over his left shoulder.
Tyler Bate: Now if we look at the facts, which are fucking clear, then I'll come out on top, whilst this man is wheeled out on a stretcher. I say this a lot, but I'm serious, I will mentally and physically injure this man.
Renee Young: Okay... So, what will your plans be after this match?
Tyler Bate: I've stated multiple times before, that title is mine, I don't care which one, one of the titles is mine, but I mainly want Cesaro's, I'm going after one. Haven't fully decided yet.
Renee Young: So what you're saying is that you haven't decided and you have no idea what you're doing in this company?
Tyler Bate: What!? You bastar--... No, Renee, I'm not saying that, I'm saying that I haven't got my sights set on a specific title, I know what my goal is, and that's to blaze through the competition, like one of those fire tornado thingies.
Renee Young: Okay, well. I think that's all the time you and I have today, good luck with your match Tyler.
Tyler Bate: Not like I needed it, but okay, I'm out, fuck you and your camera crew.
Tyler walks off the set, onward to the locker room whilst Renee sighs and shakes her head in disappointment. The crowd boos at the screen, unknowingly supplying Tyler with the exact reaction he wanted.
Mauro Ranallo: Next up we’ve got the battle of the egos in a matchup for the ages. We see Sammy Guevara get to put his money where his mouth is against the Miz. His debut match here in the UWF although I must admit Corey, he’s not making any friends.
Corey Graves: It’s all mind games. What matters is what you can do in the middle of that ring, something we’ll find out next.
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.
AAAWWWEEEESSSOOOMMEEEEEE!!!!!
"The Man" by The Killers" begins to play as The Miz steps out onto the stage alongside his Hired Gunns, Billy Kidman and Billy Gunn. Miz grabs the Intercontinental Championship and does his usual title pose with it, Gunn and Kidman each taunting to a different side
Tony Chimel: "Being accompanied by The Hired Gunns... residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed 'Most Must-See Champion in UWF History', The Miz!"
Miz continues his walk, holding his Intercontinental Championship with pride even as the fans boo him the entire way down there. Gunn and Kidman heel it up a bit by taunting the crowd until they reach the ringside area, where Miz does his traditional apron taunt.
Miz enters the ring, and the Hired Gunns enter a few seconds behind him as Miz is posing on the ropes with the championship, arms spread out almost inviting the fans to boo him even more, which they gladly do.
After a few more seconds, Miz gets off of the ropes and goes to his corner, The Hired Gunns outside after being asked to leave the ring by the referee, and Miz ready for the bell.
"A Cut Above" blares through the arena as the lights in the arena are turned off apart from one spotlight in the middle of the ramp.
The camera pans down from the rafters onto Sammy Guevara standing there arms down with his hands resting on eachother over his lower stomach with his head down, holds this for about 10 seconds until.
"What it looks like" Sammy rises his arms and his head to this his arms out as the lights are turn on and are flashing enough to give an epileptic fit.
Sammy makes his way down to the ring occasionaly raising both his arms out towards the crowd half way down the ramp Sammy stops
Making his way down to the ring at a weight of 180 pounds, Mr Moneysworth, Sammy Guevara
Sammy points both thumbs and kneels down one knee as Chimel announces his name
As Sammy starts making his way to the ring again
Camera pans in close to Sammys face as he is at ring side
Sammy:"Im Mr Moneys worth baby"
Sammy goes up the steel steps and onto to the apron where he flips over the ropes, as he lands he sends out both his arms to the side.
Hardcam
Sammy kneels to one knee and points toward himself
Sammy stands as the music finishes
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The match gets underway as the Miz automatically taunts Sammy in the other corner, showing that he wants to embarrass this new star here in the UWF. Sammy in the other corner returns the mind games with throwing up his middle finger at Miz across the ring. This angers the Miz to make him stomp over to the other side of the ring in hunt for Sammy’s head. Knowing that he angered Miz, he ducks underneath the ropes to get the referee to back away the Miz. As the referee backs away Miz, Sammy cheekily slaps Miz right in the face, adding insult to injury.
The two men finally square off and lock up. Almost instantly the Miz gains a headlock from Guevara, grinding down on his head with his arm. Suddenly Guevara pushes Miz back with force to the ropes to bounce him off and release the headlock. As the Miz bounces back to swing for a clothesline Guevara ducks and leaves the Miz running to the other side. The Miz grabs the ropes to stop himself running side to side and then Guevara runs to hit the Miz with a clothesline over the top rope.
Tom Phillips: Not so smart now, Miz!
Corey Graves: Shut up, Tom.
As the Miz crashes to the floor Mr Money’s Worth himself looks back and forth at the ropes, perhaps looking for something big. He bounces off the ropes twice then dives out over the top rope, leaving the Miz lying down on the mat. Looking for a quick finish, Guevara rolls Miz back into the ring. He quickly goes for the cover and puts his feet on the ropes.
1…
2…
No! The Miz kicked out.
Sammy Guevara starts to argue with the referee with the count not being as fast as he would like it to be. Looking desperately to make an impact in his first ever match in the UWF. As he turns around the Miz is dragging himself up with the ropes at a fast pace.
Guevara starts to walk over to the Miz to continue the assault on him but to Sammy’s surprise, the Miz hits him with a big forearm knocking him back and stunning him for long enough to start the assault on Guevara. The Miz irish whips Sammy into the corner to line up one of his familiar moves. He runs at Guevara and then hits a huge clothesline and swings his legs through the ropes. Guevara drops down as the Miz stays through the ropes and shows off his cocky attitude.
Corey Graves: The Miz is in his flow, can he capitalise?
The Miz slides out of the ropes to slide a pinfall in on Sammy Guevara after that devastating clothesline into the corner. He hooks both legs and looks for the win.
1…
Oh my he kicked out at 1! Sammy Guevara kicked out at one!
The Miz jumps up and stomps the mat several times in frustration that Sammy is able to withstand his offence with such ease. The Miz drags Guevara up by his head slowly and manipuitally but Sammy powers through and hits him with a knee. As he realises that he’s in control now, Sammy runs to the ropes and hits a devastating springboard crossbody on the Miz. Sammy doesn’t hook the leg since he wants to inflict more punishment on the Miz so allows him to get up to only be met with the back of Sammy’s elbow.
Sammy begins to run the ropes, leaving the Miz to get up and duck under Guevara’s leapfrog, he goes to swing for Guevara to stop the high flyer running the ropes but just gets met with a dropkick before he could land a hit. Sammy keeps the pace up as he instantly kips up and drags the Miz up by his hand. He runs up the ropes and hits a devastating rope flip tornado DDT on the A Lister. With that Sammy hooks the leg to go for a cover.
1…
2…
The Miz kicks out with confidence at 2.
Sammy decides to continue the assault by dragging him by his leg to the corner, setting up the crash zone for the high flying move he’s planning. He climbs to the top rope. He builds up the crowd. Maybe looking for his devastating 630 Senton on the Miz?! He dives and misses the 630 Senton leaving him crashing down to the mat, he kneels as he grasps his chest. The Miz is in perfect position for his famous “It” Kicks on Sammy and he begins. One kick. Two kicks. Three kicks. Four kicks. Five kicks. Six kicks. Seven Kicks. Eight kicks. Nine kicks. Ten kicks. Eleven kicks. Twelve kicks. Annnnnnnd thirteen kicks. With the final roundhouse kick onto Sammy the Miz looks for what’s next.
Tom Phillips: "...borrowing those kicks from Daniel Bryan."
Corey Graves: "What are you on about Tom? This are the world famous It Kicks."
The Miz raises Sammy up by his head once again and irish whips him into the ropes once more and then hits a devastating discus punch. Sammy’s spit gets flown off into the fourth row as he smacks down on the mat hard. The Miz goes for the quick cover on Guevara.
1…
2…
Sammy kicks out once more to the Miz! You can see the frustration building on the Miz’s face now.
The Miz slaps the mat several times then begins arguing with the referee for their count speed. This gives the right amount of time for Sammy to recover and get back on his feet. As the Miz is still arguing with the referee, Sammy goes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder to then throw him into the ropes to hit a devastating high knee on the Miz.
The Miz is down once more, in the crash zone once more for the 630 Senton of Sammy Guevara. Sammy looks left and right, it’s all open. This is his chance to make an impact! He climbs to the top rope. Taunts the fans before his dive. He flips twice in the air but the Miz quickly rolls out of the way and gets up leaving Sammy Guevara to crash down to the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Sammy Guevara just missed that 630 Senton for the second time!
Corey Graves: This could be Sammy’s downfall!
The Miz rallies Sammy up to his feet as he looks for the finale. The skull crushing finale. Guevara stands up fully as the Miz hooks his hands underneath Sammy’s arms and hits the devastating skull crushing finale!
1…
2..
3!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Miz!
The Miz celebrates his victory by holding up his title for all to see after a battered Sammy Guevara rolls out of the ring slowly, losing to the Miz.
Suddenly there is a fan pop as the Miz is unaware of what’s happening as he’s just finished up his brutal match with Sammy Guevara.
He looks around just to be met by a stiff Spear from Roman Reigns! The Miz crashes down hard as the crowd erupt. Roman picks up the Miz’s UWF Intercontinental Championship and looks at it before raising it for all of the fans to see.
The scene closes with Roman with the UWF Intercontinental Championship in hand as we cut elsewhere.
Renee Young: Ladies and Gentleman, I am here on the scene at the reveal of the UWF 2K19 video game at THQ studios. With me is one of the many UWF Superstars that will be appearing in the game, the one, the only "Ravishing" Rick Rude.
Renee: Rick its great to have you here with me today.
Rude: The pleasure is surely, all mine sweetheart. But I've got to ask, any reason why you didn't introduce my dear friend, Eric Bischoff, here?
Renee: I'm sorry, I didn't know that he was going to be a part of the interview?
Bischoff: We're kind of like a package deal? How could you not know? Besides, I'll be appearing in the game as well as a manager with an unlockable achievement for an alternate costume, my karate gi.
Renee: That's....actually kind of neat. Is it like a flashback achievement back to 20 years ago when you wore it to the ring?
Bischoff: Hey! Let's not toss around how many years ago that was like it's just no big deal to you! It's still relevant today as much as it was back then! A black belt doesn't expire!
Rude: Calm down, Eric. I believe this lovely young lady was actually trying to give you a compliment.
Renee blushes.
Renee: I was actually. Thank you. Anyways...So, Mr. Rude. What can you tell us about your involvement in this game's production?
Rude: Please, call me Rick. I'm sure we'll know each other a lot more intimately after the conclusion of this interview anyways. But I wouldn't say that I've had a lot of involvement. Seeing as I have the most chiseled physique in the history of the business, there was a lot of work done with the graphics where they put these little things all over your body that track your movements and the details of your body-
Renee: You're talking about motion capture?
Rude: Yes, that's it. Anyways, they used my body as the template for the create a wrestler database. I must say, it's nothing like the real thing, but it's pretty damn impressive.
Renee: I would imagine so. I think it's cool when they do the motion capture stuff. I know I had to do a lot of it for the backstage segments that's part of the storyline of the game.
Rude: Oh, its a lot better in person to see this physique, I can promise you that, sweetheart.
Renee moves around in her seat, her face is flushed.
Renee: We really should stay on topic here. So, besides the motion capture, is there anything else that you can tell us about the game?
Rude: Oh, there's more. As many different shoots that I went through for this game, I wouldn't be surprised if you don't see "Ravishing" Rick Rude on the cover of the game. My buddy Eric here was able to strike that deal with the director
Renee looks at Eric Bischoff confused then back at Rick Rude.
Renee: Rick, I'm not sure if you're joking or not.
Rude: Why would I be joking about that? I am on the cover of the new game.
Bischoff leans over to Rick Rude and whispers something in his ear, Rick becomes visibly angry.
Renee: Umm. I'm not sure if Eric told you, but the cover for the game as already been released.....You're not the person on the cover.
Rick Rude sits up in his seat and flashes a look at Bischoff that could kill.
Rude: What the hell is she talking about Eric? You told me, no, you assured me that if I did this shoot, I would be a shoe in for the cover of the game.
Bischoff begins to stammer all over himself.
Bischoff: Look, Rick...calm down. I can explain. When I spoke to the director he said that he would seriously consider putting you on the cover for NEXT year's game if this shoot went well. They already had the cover picked out and designed for this year's game.
Rude: Are you kidding me? What the hell, Eric? You could have been more specific. Well just who the hell did they put on the cover then, if it wasn't me? I'd sure as hell like to know who these nimrods at THQ think would sell it better than me! I know good and damn well that there's no one in the company more fit to be on the cover of this game than "Ravishing" Rick Rude.
Bischoff: I-I-I'm not exactly sure, Rick. I didn't prod too much into it. Besides, I don't think they've already released it yet anyways, it's way too soon.
Renee: I've actually got a copy of it right here...do you want to see?
Rude: Of course I want to see, damn it. Give it here!
Renee reveals the game cover.
Rick Rude snatches it out of her hands and holds onto it for a second before punching the game case and launching it off in the distance. Renee is startled by the sudden outburst. Bischoff sinks into his seat.
Rude: Are you freaking kidding me, Eric? You knew! You knew this whole damn time! You're going to fix this. And you, you little blonde bimbo, what are you smirking about? Do you find this funny? How does some talentless wop end up on the cover of this game? What are they trying to sell, garlic bread? Pizzas? Damn it, Eric.
Things like this is what really is making me sick about this damn company. Mr. Carter had sure better get his act together or he's going to run this damn company in the ground. Promoting guys like Cesaro? That fruitcake Jacobs the Zombie Warrior Princess or whatever the hell he's running with? Are you ribbing me? How the hell do either of those guys put asses in seats? Bring that camera in close, I want you all to hear this loud and damn clear!
Marty! Cesaro! Punk! Whoever the hell is wants to step up, I'm done playing. It's about damn time that I get taken serious around here. Sure I can play up the machismo all that I want and flirt with any woman in the world, but each of you know shit when it comes what I am capable of in that damn ring! Half of you couldn't even lace up my boots! The things I've forgotten about this business, you haven't even learned yet. This week when I go in for that 8 man tag match, you're all going to see just how serious I can be! Cesaro, you better pray that you don't get tagged in while I'm in there, kid. Because I will mop the floor with you. You'll be ashamed to show your face with that title on your shoulder after I show the world just what a fluke champion you are. You want to prove just how big a man you are, put that thing on the line against me. You'll never do it, because you know what's good for you. Marty Poppins, if you bring that damn umbrella down to the ring, I can guarantee you that you'll be waddling back to the back with it shoved so far up your ass that every time you hiccup, you'll think there's a chance of rain when that umbrella pops open out of your mouth. Cole, Punk, I don't even want to waste my breath on either of you two punks. Eric, we're done here!
"Ravishing" Rick Rude storms off, destroying bits of the set as he walks off camera. Renee has a blank look on her face and Bischoff has his face in his hands. He stands up, adjusts his suit and looks to Renee.
Bischoff: Well, thank you for the interview at least. Until next time.
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd go wild, knowing exactly who that theme song belongs to even if it has been sometime. They all rise as one, getting to their feet to see the first glimpse of him. Unfortunately for them though, the whole arena goes into darkness apart from the Titantron. The crowd is hushed, waiting, just waiting, probably waiting a bit too long as the lights flash back on. The hush is replaced with cheers and the crowd going wild as standing underneath the titantron is a man in Camo gear, dressed head to well ankles in the gear that Renee Young was delivered last week. Something isn't right though as the pants only go to his ankles & the shirt looks more like a crop top on the man. The crowd begin to shower the man with boos as the camera slowly pans from the mans feet slowly up to his chest, slowly up to his head revealing none other then............... ZACK RYDER. The fans did get a return but not the return they wanted as boo's ring out. Zack begins to laugh violently as he pulled one over on the fans. He points up to the titantron as it flashes into action and laughs can now be heard over the crowd's booing.
Emma: G'day Blokes, Sheila's & bald headed babies. What's the matter, were you expecting someone else? Someone else like a weedy, little man and his blonde bimbo of a girlfriend who reminds you all of yourselves?
Emma pauses, letting the crow get their feelings towards them out as Zack just claps his hands as he looks towards Emma.
Emma: I know I know, I'm so sorry that we got your hopes up like a Jumping Kangaroo, I know it's such the cliche way to reintroduce ourselves but we just couldn't bloody help it and I have to admit it, the feeling I have inside of me right now watching all your disgusting faces look so upset, so disappointed that your hero isn't returning to give you someone to believe in.... well that feeling is just a bloody ripper. If you haven't realized it already and if you didn't realize it when my business partner Zack Ryder demolished him and got rid of him for good, he is a disappointment. Don't worry though, Zack Ryder and I are back to make everything right in this horrible world. You see when Zack beat Spike Dudley to become the outright Television Champion, UWF was in a good place but what happened next, changed the landscape forever. My business partner Zack was too distracted by outside things and he lost to Dalton Castle. He lost that title to Dalton Castle. Trust me, we ain't going to make any excuses for what happened on the night, Dalton was the better man but ever since that night, UWF has been on a downward spiral. Now I know, I know right now I'm sounding like a broken record, that's what everyone says once they come back but you have to realize, Zack and I, we are different. We have that good old fashion Aussie Pride running through our veins. We are both fair dinkum, how you going Aussies who are here to make this world a better place. UWF needs more culture, UWF needs more people like us here. We just want this business to thrive and that is why we got rid of Spike Dudley and that is why we decided to take an extended leave once we lost to Dalton.
Emma pauses, draping the Aussie Flag around her shoulders now as the crowd are sitting in silence now, all boo'ed out. She looks down to the camera before she continues.
We took an extended leave because we had other matters to attend to, we decided not to put in our rematch clause, we decided not to try and wrestle to get to the top, what we did instead was pack our things, go home to Australia and try to get the Down Under attitude back as it was a while since we had both been HOME. We helped the Socceroo's get that winning feeling and what a job they are doing at the World Cup. They have let their opponents get a winning start before they come from nowhere and lift the World Cup above their heads...... oh sorry, I might be talking a little jibberish to all you fans out there. You see the World Cup is a Football Tournament that is happening in Russia right now, you Americans wouldn't get it as your national team kind of did a Spike Dudley and didn't end up actually qualifying. That's gotta hurt, a little more then a Boomerang Boot from Zack.
The crowd boo Emma now as she goes back to insulting them. Zack follows Emma's word as he motions for a boot. He begins to laugh again as Emma continues her speech.
We are back, we understand UWF has changed, we understand there is many new faces and many old faces that has lifted their game but understand this, we are not just here for a holiday. We will snap, crackle and pop our way through this roster on our way to the common goal... oh look what I did there, you know what a Goal is? Of course you don't as once again USA didn't qualify for the World Cup. Back to my point though, we understand everything we need to and we already have the answer for all the furry wombats that think they will stand in our way. Zack isn't here for playtime and we plan to wear gold around our waist once again. Just look at what has happened to the Television Title since we wore it. It's now around the waist of an absolute freak whose soul purpose in life is to be a horror king. Well guess what Vinny, your face serves that purpose enough you Ugly Bastard but this isn't a shout out to him, this is a shout out to the entire lockeroom. We retired Spike Dudley, a beloved member of the Old UWF and we ain't afraid to raise our numbers in that department so anyone who wants it all to end, wants it all to be over, give us a call, ring Triple 0 and we will do our bit to help. AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI.
Emma suddenly blacks out from the titantron as Zack has also disappeared from the stage as the camera shoots to somewhere else in the arena.
The scene opens up inside of Seth’s locker room where he is applying the last bit of tape around his wrists.
Seth Rollins: “Tonight is going to be round 2 of the King of the Ring Tournament. My opponent is a man whose name is synonymous with success in this company. But he is a man that will be beaten like a badly behaved child tonight. I am going to make an example out of him so the rest of the competitors who will be left in the tournament know exactly what they will be in for when they compete against me. I’ve had a few opportunities slip out of my hand in the last year, and now it’s time to fix those. It’s time to fix the course and the direction of the ship and begin to set sail properly. The target has been set and the destination is oh so visibly clear. I’ve been a man on a mission for quite some time, but now I can feel how close I am to getting where and what I want. I can feel it, I can see it, and I can just about taste it.”
“Winning this tournament would not only make me the King of The Ring, but it would also give me the chance to headline Summer Slam. I am going to walk in challenger, and walk out champion. But first, I’ve got a bearded man to defeat tonight, and his name is none other than Daniel Bryan. This is going to be the end of the road for you Daniel. You’ve put up a valiant effort in the tournament up until now, but it’s time for a real warrior and true champion to blow passed you like the piece of trash that you are. I’ll be seeing the rest of the competitors in round three, and I look forward to the next challenge and obstacle that I must beat.”
Chris Jericho: Hello, Paris! Welcome to the first leg of the 2018 Fozzy World Tour!
Alright. This beauty is called Drinkin' With Jesus. Let's get rockin'.
One.
Two.
One Two Three Four.
Drown in the holy water at the bottom of the trenches
And stare into empty bottles as they wipe away my senses
Dude! You've got a problem!
No wonder you're an asshole!
What does that even mean?
Taking me lower
I'm isolated from the martyrs and saints
Getting me closer
You're the only that's left that can heal my pain
Are you singing to your counselor?
I'm a New Orleans Saints fan!
I'm so confused. I can do what now?
No one but us, my friend, my lust
All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
I made this bed, I lie in it
All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
I believe in Jesus! I'm offended!
I don't believe in Jesus! I'm offended!
If Jesus is drinking wine, does that make him a vampire?
Whoa, I build a wall around
Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
Whoa, I'm never coming down
Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
Language! My daughter is here with me!
Build a wall? He's a Trump supporter!
Why is Jesus even drinking?
[Guitar Solo]
Alright! This is what I'm talking about!
Best part of the song right here!
Finally! A part I understand!
Drinking with Jesus now
Now, now
Shut up! The song was just getting good!
Yeah, Chris! Go back to the guitar part!
Wait, this is Fozzy? Not Ozzie?
No one but us, my friend, my lust
All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
I made this bed, I lie in it
All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
No one but us, my friend, my lust
All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
I made this bed, I lie in it
All alone and I'm drinking with Jesus
This song sucks!
Go back to Toronto!
You've said that 8 times and I still don't know what it means!
Whoa, I build a wall around
Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
Whoa, I'm never coming down
Fucked up, I'm drinking with Jesus
Drinking with Jesus now
Now, now
Thank God it's over! That song was the worst!
It wasn't the song! It was the singer! He's a bastard!
I'm a Cesaro mark so I agree!
Thank you, Paris! Have a good night!
Merci, Paris! Bonne nuit!
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Chris Jericho: Jesus Christ, guys. That was bad. They hated us.
Paul Di Leo: Not us, Chris. You.
Chris Jericho: Shut up, Paul. You play bass. Nobody cares about bass.
Billy Grey: I also think Chris is the cause of the problem.
Chris Jericho: You shut up too, Billy. You have a stupid name, Billy. Stupid people have stupid names, Billy. Billy is stupid. Billy.
Frank Fontsere: The drummer also noticed some anti-Jericho people in attendance.
Chris Jericho: Not you too. Rich, please tell me you have my back.
Rich Ward: Chris, I've known you for 20 years. You and I both know it was just a tough crowd. We'll get 'em next time.
Chris Jericho: Hell yeah we will. This guy gets it. Welp, I'm off to go shoot for UWF. I'll be back soon.
Fin.
Thing head back down to the ring where Doink is already there, waiting for his match to get started.
The lights in the arena turned off, and all that now shown was a titantron, that titantron belonging to the one and only Tyler Bate. The video plays for a while with an entirely black screen whilst a quote from himself plays before the music begins.
Tyler jumps out from behind the curtain in time with the music, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, he looks out into the crowd for some sort of cheer or boo from the crowd, unsurprisingly getting a mixed reception before smiling and laughing as he thinks about his next opponent. He begins to stroll down the ramp as Tony Chimel announces his arrival.
Tony Chimel: "Introducing, from Dudley, England. Weighing in at 175lbs. Tyler... Bate!"
Tyler's nameplate silently appears from thin air on the screen, with the magic of graphic design!
As Tyler finally reached the ring, he runs his hand along the ropes as he walks to the steps. Reaching them, he steps up onto the apron before going in between the ropes to enter the ring. After entering, he hops up onto his corner's top turnbuckle to brush his beard and his moustache.
With the crowd still indifferent to him, he hops down to his corner laughing and lays back, still brushing his luxurious blonde goatee.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Bate immediately runs across the ring to deliver a forearm smash to the face of Doink, which causes him to fall down, dazed, to a seated position in the corner. As Doink tries to get his wits about him, Bate continues the smash mouth style by delivering some stomps to Doink while he’s stuck in the bottom corner. The referee counts to a four, as Bate is forced to restrain his rage. The official gets between the two, and as Doink stands back up, the flower on his chest squirts water right in the eye of Bate, right over the shoulder of the official! The official barely misses it and Bate’s rage reignites and goes for a left hook, but misses as Doink ducks under and now Tyler’s fallen into the corner—
Tom Phillips: “What Doink just did is illegal!”
Corey Graves: “Come on, Tom! A little water never hurt anyone!”
Mauro Ranallo: “He’s just lucky the official didn’t catch it, as Doink lands some stomps in the corner.”
Mauro’s right, as Doink lands some stomps flush in the corner, in the stomach of Bate. Doink has a red honking nose and honks it right in front of Tyler’s face. The brash upstart, Bate, doesn’t take to kindly to all of these games, and palm strikes him right on the nose; Doink holds his nose in pain with both hands as he stumbles to the center of the ring. Bate grabs Doink in a rear waistlock, and sends him back overhead with a bridging German Suplex, the referee makes for the cover—
1…
2…
No, Doink kicks out!
Doink kicks out, swinging his shoulder out wildly as he does so, but the Prodigy is right on him as he grabs the swung out shoulder, and hooks it in a half-nelson, as Bate guides Doink up to his feet. Bate then reaches around Doink’s stomach with the other hand, sending him overhead again but this time with a half-and-half suplex! Doink bounces off of his head and collarbone-area and groggily stumbles to his feet there afterward. Doink, still groggy, goes for a punch, but Bate while running at him, ducks under the strike, and bounces off the ropes behind Doink with a rebound using his shoulders, and as Doink turns back around he’s met with a rebound clothesline! Bate makes for the cover—
Mauro Ranallo: “Rebound Clothesline from Bate!”
Corey Graves: “See what I mean, Tom? He’s fine.”
1…
2...
No, Doink kicks out!
Doink and Bate get up to their feet and roughly the same time – Bate only marginally so, as the two begin to exchange some strikes with one another. The two, exchanging blows, Doink with some elbows and Tyler with some forearms, do not relent until Doink ducks under one of the blows that Tyler delivers, and hooks his head under the wing of Tyler, and throws him overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex! Doink holds the bridge for the cover—
Mauro Ranallo: "And a picture-perfect Northern Lights suplex, into the bridge!"
Corey Graves: "Although he likes to parade about with his antics most of the time, Doink is a deceptively effective technical wrestler as well."
1…
2…
No, Bate kicks out!
With Bate now down, Doink looks to climb the top turnbuckle, mildly laughing along the way as he helps himself up to the top. Doink then dives off, looking for the Whoopie Cushion Diving Seated Senton, but Bate was playing possum as he rolls out of the way! Doink was laughing as he did the maneuver but isn’t anymore as his face is mixed with an expression of pain and shock liquidated all over his face. Bate gets to his feet, as does Doink who’s holding his own ass in pain. Bate sizes up Doink, shouting loudly, he rushes over to the Clown to connect his heel to the cranium of Doink with a rolling wheel kick! Bate covers—
Mauro Ranallo: “Rolling wheel Kick from Bate, hooks the leg—"
1…
2...
No, Doink kicks out!
Doink his holding his head in pain, so he doesn’t see Tyler practically jolt right off of his body and zip up to the top turnbuckle. The audience exclaim loudly as they notice Tyler’s sudden burst of speed upward, as he then leaps off of it, spinning and flipping in mid-air to hit a 450 splash onto the sternum of Doink! Tyler stays on top of the Clown to make the cover—
Tom Phillips: “Picture perfect 450 Splash from Bate!”
Corey Graves: “I think I’m going to cry that was so beautiful.”
1…
2…
But, Doink kicks out!
Tyler grips and pulls at his hair in frustration with the resiliency of Doink in this situation. He then starts to grunt and pant loudly in rage, as he looks to top Doink off with one of the most dangerous moves in his arsenal: The Tyler Driver ’97. Tyler walks over to Doink, and pulls him up to his knees and shouts some profanities at him before stuffing his head in between his thighs. Tyler hooks both of Doink’s arms and lifts him up into the air for the Tyler Driver '97!
Mauro Ranallo: “Tyler Driver ’97!”
1…
2…
3…
DING DING DING
AND YOUR WINNER OF THIS CONTEST BY PINFALL
Corey Graves: “What a brilliant maneuver from Tyler to secure the victory!”
Mauro Ranallo: “Who knows, maybe EC3 will take notice and give him the competition he wants."
Bate walks out of the ring, not exactly too happy over his victory as he considers Doink beneath him. He heads directly into the back as the show goes on.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney - The Mastermind behind Sweet n' Sour Inc. - the UWF Transatlantic Champion - is shown on the massive screen. He's dressed the nines, decked the heck out, and he's fixin' to get something off his chest. He cuts his promo straight into the camera, a move as intentionally old-school as it is purposefully pointed.
Sweeney: Ya know something, Ol' Uncle Larry always keeps an ear to the ground. I might not be in the manager racket anymore, but I never took my finger off the pulse, no sir. Not for one single, solitary second. I hear what's going on, whether it's the dirtsheets, backstage, the podcasts, new reports, the secret meetings, yeah mama, I hear about it alllllllll. King of grapevines, me.
Larry pauses, looks down at this title belt, and then back into the camera.
It uh... it's disturbed me a little bit to hear that some people think that this beautiful young lady I got draped over my shoulder is just like the other three straps they call "championship belts". Oh no. No, no, no. This one's special. This one's a cut above the rest. This - The UWF Transatlantic Championship - is, I promise you, the single most important, prestigious, and magnificent prize in the game today. But still... some of you people... ay-ay-ay, ya make my head shake.
Sweeney rubs his forehead, stupefied by the ignorance of the hearsay.
Now I feel like I got something to prove. Now I feel like I need to remind you folks about what's what. But how's a guy supposed to stand out around here? Huh? When I talk, I talk better than the rest of these schmucks. I class the place up. I'm the best dresser. I eat at the fanciest joints, I got a better barber, a better butcher, and I shake hands with guys that the chumps in the locker room have to wait in line to get a picture with. I guess that's not enough though. Sheesh. We've got super athletes, we've got wannabe movie stars, we've got monsters and villains and luchadors and cartoon heroes and this and that and the other and I tell ya, it's a tough crowd to be in and be set apart from, ya know?
He takes a deep breath after a heck of a run-on sentence, but then quickly moves on to his point.
Don't you worry though - Larry Sweeney knows just what to do about that. Yes sir. I'm just gonna have to show you people why me and my belt are so God damn precious. The old-fashioned way, understand? I'm talkin' bell-ta-bell, dirty work done in that ring. Aahahahahaa! Yeah! I'm gonna lace up my size-twelves, put on my tight nice and snug so you can see what a real man looks like, and I'm gonna go to work. Night after night, week after week. Lemme tell ya, the proof is in the pudding, and each and every time I rack up another win, I'm gonna convert another on of ya doubters. It won't be long until the whole damn world knows that Sweet n' Sour is the real deal.
Tonight, yeah baby... tonight I got this kid... this Jimmy Jacobs. We got a bitta history, but rest assured, this isn't personal. Nah. I don't give a crap about him, so how could it be? He might have the rest of the locker room running scared with that shiny briefcase and his freakshow schtick. Personally, well, ahaha... I got bigger fish to fry. All Jimmy Jacobs is is this next guy in line. I'm takin' this tournament, brother. I'm main eventin' Summerslam. I'm putting the UWF Transatlantic Championship and my beautiful self where they always belonged, and that's in the main event spot light.
And what'll you people say then? Ha! Doesn't matter, cause I'll be the one sayin' "I TOLD YA SO"! AHAHAHA!
With his signature cackle bursting through screen and out the PA, Sweeney struts off and the feed cuts out. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As we come back from the action, we're seen backstage, where one of the hottest UWF signees resigns; CM Punk, wrapping his hands up. It's clear that tonight's important. An 8 man tag is nothing to brush over, and it's clear his train of thought is focused on that, until-
: "Could it be?-": "-The Voice of The Voiceless?-": "-Someone that takes no guff from "The Man"?-": "-Allegedly a chick magnet?-": "-Or maybe even a cookie master?-"Punk hears murmuring behind him, he turns around and thus interrupts.
CM Punk: "I'm sorry, can I.. help you? I can hear your murmurs and in addition to that, you're really riling me up so unless you have a damn good reason, I suggest you knock it off and leave me the f*ck alone."
: "There's no such thing as knocking off the Hooplah, my inked up friend!"
Indeed, it's that dastardly Truth Martini, and behind him, his seductive assistant, the Hendrix Hottie, otherwise known as Taeler Hendrix. Truth has in his hands the "Book of Truth", and gives it a pat before speaking in his gruff tone of voice.
Truth Martini:"A few little hotties told me about this guy, walkin' around, talkin' about being, what is it? Straight?"
Taeler: "-Straight Edge, Martini-Weenie-"
Truth tips his glasses down, looking Punk from head to toe with a meh sort of shrugh, before tipping them back on his nose.
Truth Martini: "-Seems that way, Taeler-Whaler. So this guy, straight edge, who doesn't drink, smoke, have casual sex, and I gotta ask- how are you even livin', eh?"
Martini laughs a hearty laugh, that is before Punk actually replies.
Punk gives a deathly stare to Truth Martini and Taeler Hendrix.
CM Punk: "How am I even living? You do realise that I have finally achieved an opportunity that I have been wanting, for weeks? I'm pretty sure that's much better than how you're living, 'Martini-Weenie' because it seems to me that you have nothing better to do other than walking around backstage and bothering me? You still haven't explained yourself as to why you're bothering me so you best make it qui-."
Truth Martini: "Tsk-tsk-tsk, here I was thinking Chicago's "Finest" would treat us with some hospitality. But ya know what, I'll cut ya some slack. Listen Punkster, can I call you Punkster?"
Taeler: "-Call him whatever you like, it's your American right-"
Truth Martini: "-God bless the US of A. Anyway, I'll be straighter with you than Chuck Norris. Hooplah Inc.'s been going around, scouting some of the talents. Ya know, from the camera crew-"
Taeler: "-To real men like that darling, Jimmy Jacobs-"
Truth Martini: "We've seen a lot around here, but there's one guy that we've been hankering to see. That's you. See, historically speaking- "
Taeler: "-You're the first UWF Champion-"
Truth Martini:"-First guy featured on a UWF advertisement poster-"
Taeler: "And now?"
Martini and Hendrix just shrug, looking at Punk.
Truth Martini: "You're stuck playing second fiddle tonight in an 8 man tag. You really think you'd be fine with just sitting around, while Toni's Pizza Rolls Cesaro goes out and leads your team?"
Punk looks at Martini and Hendrix with a large amount of confusion on his face.
CM Punk: "So, let me make sure that I understand what you're saying.. you want me to join your little clique? I don't think you realise who you're talking to? You want ME.. to join YOU? I was the first UWF champion for a reason because I didn't roll with ne'er-do-wells like you two. As for saying that I'm playing second fiddle - I am the one calling the shots in my team and I will make sure that tonight, my team know that."
Punk stops speaking and there is an awkward silence between the three. Punk pulls out a 12x8 of himself and a marker pen and signs a picture. He beckons for Hooplah Inc. to take it.
CM Punk: "If I give you an autograph, will you go away?"
Truth and Taeler look at one another, and than look at Punk, with Truth taking the photo, and handing it to Taeler, who looks it over with a raised eyebrow. Truth pats his book with a look at Punk.
Truth Martini: "You're missing the point, we're not askin ya to join. Think of this little chat as a, community service, to the wrestling world. Just think about what I said, I suggest making your intentions to be number one clear out there tonight. Lets shake 'n bake outta here Hendrix."
Martini marches on out of the room, and Taeler follows, giving Punk a wave. Punk is already back to wrapping his hands, taking a double look, before shaking his head, as the cameras roll out to somewhere else.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a part of the UWF King of the Ring Tournament! Introducing first...
BURN IT DOWN!!!
The fans all begin to get extremely antsy when a large amount of pyro goes off at the top of the stage shaking the entire arena. Seth Rollins soon emerges from behind a large cloud of smoke as the fans all begin to cheer and scream at the top of their voices. The ovation is ear splitting, earth rattling, and flat out deafening. Seth Rollins slowly steps out from the back, very slowly and methodically. A slight grin emerges from the corners of his mouth as he recognizes the fans adoring love for him. Seth walks down the ramp as the love from the fans continue to pour down upon his shoulders. He makes contact with a few fans in the form of handshakes and handclaps and he makes his way into the ring. He stands on second turnbuckle and throws both of his fists in the air as the crowd continues to scream until their lungs collapse.
Tony Chimel: “ Standing at 6 foot 1 inches, Weighing in at 220 lbs, and hailing from Buffalo, Iowa, he is The Architect: Seth Rollins!!!”
The crowd buzzes as there's a momentary lull.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent...
The titantron switches from the show graphic to a black screen as the PA system starts to play a song, more specifically the beginning part of 'Best of You' by Foo Fighters. This continues for about half a minute, but eventually the song seems to stick. Repeating the phrase "The Best" repeatedly as the rest of the music plays normally.
THE BEST! THE BEST! THE BEST! THE BEST!
As the intro continues and the drums kick in, the fans get to booing, knowing precisely who is coming. But then the Titantron switches to a backstage camera as the feed carries us to gorilla where Daniel Bryan has been ambushed by Triple H! Bryan is struggling to defend himself as Hunter just pummels him with brutal blows to the body, shoulders and back, shoving him up against a wall. Hunter then moves in, feigning a jab to get Bryan's guard up before coming in under it with a hard knee. Hunter starts railing on Bryan's back with huge strikes, grabbing the self-proclaimed Absolute Best by his mussy hair and leading him to a table with water bottles set on it before lifting him onto his shoulder and charging toward the table! Hunter powerslams Bryan into the table, water bottles scattering everywhere as the wood splinters and some of them bursting under the force and weight of Bryan's body being dropped on top of them. A female attendant screams as Hunter looms over Bryan, a camera getting in close and hearing him spit, "So this is how you want it, huh? Eye for an eye? I'll play your game, you entitled piece of shit!"
Corey Graves: My God, someone get security back there!
Tom Phillips: Security is there, look! They haven't a clue what to do!
Triple H then grabs one of the water bottles and opens it, dousing his head with some and swallowing some more before spiking the half-empty bottle on Bryan's abdomen. He bends down and pulls Bryan out of the wreckage, leading his dazed body toward a vending machine before tossing him hard into the front of it. Bryan hits it with a loud thud and falls to the floor, where Hunter begins to put the boot to him, stomping directly on his head as though trying to concuss one of the most decorated athletes in the history of the company. After several stomps, Hunter lets Bryan try to crawl away as he heads over to collect a fire extinguisher from a nearby area. Triple H comes back toward Bryan, who by now has started using the vending machine as a crutch while getting to his feet. With Bryan still partially turned away, Hunter lifts the extinguisher over his head and brings it crashing down, but the Absolute Best flings himself out of the way and Hunter gets nothing but air!
Still, Bryan lands hard on the floor and dazed as he is, he's practically defenceless as Hunter moves in on him, slowly pulling the house into firing position and pointing it directly at Bryan. Triple H grins as he prepares to fire, but then Bryan lashes out and kicks him square in the groin! Hunter grunts, his face contorting as Bryan again kicks him in the balls, then falls to one knee, leaning heavily on the extinguisher. Bryan scrambles to grab the extinguisher and Hunter falls to hands and knees, at which point from his back, Bryan fires the extinguisher directly into Triple H's face! The former President and CEO tries to scream, but that just makes things so much worse for him as he practically inhales some of the contents of the blast. Bryan only hits him for a second or two, but it forces HHH back up to his knees as he claws at his own face.
Mauro Ranallo: Well Hunter may have come in full of fire but I think it's safe to say Daniel Bryan is putting that fire out!
Bryan uses the extinguisher to get to his feet and then throws it aside, preferring to take a much more personal route on the blinded Triple H as he unloads with a nasty shoot kick to the rib cage, shouting "YES!" The fans can be heard booing as Bryan unloads with another, and another, and keeps going... 10... 20... 30 shoot kicks in all before he finally hits Hunter with one more kick to the face, leaving the CEO sprawled out on his back on the floor. The Absolute Best looks down on his fallen foe and spits on him, then steps over him and grabs the vending machine, tilting it until it falls over on top of Hunter's exposed abdomen!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! DANIEL BRYAN JUST DROPPED A VENDING MACHINE ON THE FORMER CEO!
Corey Graves: Calm down, Mauro. We were all watching what happened the same as you, and Hunter got what he deserved.
Another loud scream is heard as people dash in, calling for medical personnel while members of the UWF locker room attempt to lift the vending machine off of HHH. Breathing heavily, Bryan then gives his head a shake and turns, running a hand through his hair, before he hobbles out toward the arena.
Tony Chimel: ...and the opponent...
Corey Graves: What? This is still happening? Daniel Bryan was just ambushed! He needs medical attention!
Tom Phillips: That's his decision to make, Corey!
Bryan hobbles down the ramp, his music having long since been cut, and walks up the ring steps. He enters the ring and immediately an official asks if he really wants to continue the match. Bryan insists, and Rollins genuinely seems impressed as he applauds, turning to the fans and calling for them to join him. In a rare moment of approval, they do, and Bryan seems to bask in it as the official calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Immediately Bryan takes off full-tilt and goes for the Dragon's Bite! Rollins has it scouted and slides to the left as Bryan soars helplessly by, landing hard on his ass. Rollins capitalizes, moving right in on the recovering Bryan and delivering strike after strike on him before sending him into the ropes. Rollins backs into the ropes on his own side and meets Bryan in the middle with a crossbody! Bryan hits the ground hard and Rollins hops right on top for the cover!
1...
2...
...NO!
Corey Graves: The warrior's heart of Daniel Bryan is unbelievable here!
Mauro Ranallo: Many a lesser man would have been finished right then and there, I agree.
Bryan kicks out! Seth laughs and shakes his head, then pulls Bryan to his feet but the Absolute Best swats the hand away and goes for a kick! Rollins catches it and shoves Bryan back, sending the Absolute Best stumbling backward into the ropes. He then rebounds into a low superkick to the gut! Bryan doubles over and that's all the cue Rollins needs as he gets some distance, then dashes in and hits the Curb Stomp! The fans pop in a big way as Rollins immediately goes for the cover.
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, and advancing
in the 2018 King of the Ring tournament:
SETH ROLLINS!
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Tom Phillips: And another loss in the book for Daniel Bryan as Seth Rollins claims vic--
Corey Graves: Oh come on, Phillips! This was such an obvious screwjob, how can you even speak about it with a straight face?
Tom Phillips: Daniel Bryan asked for the match to continue. He could have walked away.
Mauro Ranallo: Technically he is the one who walked away from that ambush...
Rollins is still working the crowd as medical personnel come down the ramp to tend to his opponent, who had already taken a beating before he even made it to the ring. The former Intercontinental Champion starts to make his way out of the arena while Bryan is just coming back to his senses and starting to respond. The feed moves along.
Suddenly a computer glitch appears on the screen in blue text. A scratchy sound is heard, unknown and confusing images. Slowly a flag appears on the screen. One that is familiar. Fading slowly in.
The flag of the United Kingdom appears on the screen in full clearness. A flag that shortly appears before disappearing. A final image appears on the screen.
The image of the infamous, new group of Nigel McGuinness and the UWF’s one and only Villain’s company called none other than Villain Enterprises appears on the screen boldly and definitely. The Villain is in the room. No Nigel to be seen.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “You might be wondering where Nigel is right? My so called manager. Y’know where he is? He’s organising some tactics and strategies for tonight. Tonight when I’m in a huge 8 man tag team matchup. A lot of people want to know more. About Villain Enterprises. About Nigel. What are we doing? What are we going to do in the future? Who knows. However, I can answer some questions that might be inside of your mind. Nigel is my business partner. Not my manager. He doesn’t own Marty Scurll. Only Marty Scurll owns Marty Scurll. You see, I haven’t been on too much of a roll lately, some people may say. I needed some guidance, I went to Nigel. Now we’re going to take over the UWF. And there ain’t a single numpty on planet earth who can do anything about it.”
“But you may also be thinking, Marty, so what if your going to start getting wins. What do I care? Well I’ll tell you why you should care, tonight! I will be in a team with the UWF Champion Cesaro. A man who I greatly despise. On the other team there is Chris Jericho. A man I greatly despise. You see this is proving ground tonight to you, everyone at home, the sponsorship agencies with their pen and paper writing up contracts for me to sign. The Villain thrives when people doubt him. Nobody believes in the Villain as of now. I’m a man with something to prove. But I’m not. I’ve already held gold here, I’ve been lined with the same belt that Vinny Marseglia holds today. But that doesn’t matter to people. They care about losses. Pft, please. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but every time I step through that curtain you are guaranteed a show. A show that you can talk about over and over and over, but nobody does that do they.”
“I’ll cut to the chase. I have nothing huge planned for me at Summerslam. In case if you’ve already noticed, I got booted out of the King of the Ring tournament, unfairly may I add, at the hands of Larry Sweeney. The Miz is kind of busy… I have no clue to be fair. I’m only looking at the top because while I was down there at the bottom, people took me for granted. I was just comfortable. Well let me tell you something, Ethan Carter the Third, if that is your real name, I don’t care what you have to do, I don’t care how many toes you have to step on. Sort something out. You saw that last week right? You saw that. That was my last chance. Now what? Now fucking what. Let me guess, go fight someone like that lost luchador or that creepy man with the fucking lantern. This is where I draw the line. Summerslam is the biggest event of the summer. The second biggest event of the year, some may debate. Infact let me tell you something, I arrived at last years Summerslam. Hell, you all should have a Villain anniversary party.”
“A anniversary dedicated to my greatness now and to come in the future. People here aren’t prepared for the future between me and Nigel and the UWF. They aren’t. In fact you should bow down early just to say that you knew it all along. Tonight will be a message. A defiant one that you shall recognise from me and Villain Enterprises as a public statement regarding the company's future. You might as well already rename the UWF to the VE. From Ultimate Wrestling Federation to Villain Enterprises. It’s an inevitable takeover that begins tonight. The point in the line that is only going up from now on.”
Nigel McGuinness appears backstage, looking as if he’s waiting for Marty to follow him to discuss some of Marty’s “tactics and strategies” for tonight.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Ah, Nigel. I’m glad you’re here. I take it that business calls? Well. Let it be known tonight. When me and Nigel head down to the ring. Any. Means. Necessary.”
“LONG. LIVE. VILLAIN ENTERPRISES.”
With that final note the Villain leaves the room with Nigel McGuinness to plot more ideas for tonight. Plotting ideas for the official launch of Villain Enterprises.
The camera pans to an apartment where the world warriors are seen Boar and Grado trying to watch tv while Low Ki rants.
Low Ki: “Ok boys, when you reach this point in your career, you might be surprised to discover you still don't have the skills to get us booked this. Unlike me who, even though I broke Mambo’s leg, I still proved how great I am, hell that makes me the most dangerous man on the roster.”
Grado:”Wut bout Suzuki?”
Low Ki:”SHUT UP GRADO!”
Boar sighs as he goes the get a beer from the fridge
Proletariat Boar:”I've never needed the beer more than I do right now.”
Low Ki:”What does that mean pig?”
Proletariat Beer:”It means that I need a fucking beer!”
Grado:”Ay get me one too why don’t ya!”
Proletariat Boar:”Fine! And I’ll get one for boss because he’ll yell at me if I don’t.”
Boar get the three beers and hands them to Ki and Grado as he sits on the couch and begins to drink a beer as well!
Low Ki:”Thank you, know as I was saying I can't believe how Carter treats us! And that little girl who hangs with him? Women don’t belong in wrestling, and don’t even get me started on Maxine!”
Grado:”Boss you know Spud ain’t a lady right?”
Low Ki:”SHUT UP GRAD-oh, really, thats a dude? Huh, thanks for that!”
Grado:”Did ya just thank meh? Ya really dew appreciate meh!”
Low Ki:”SHUT UP GRADO! I APPRECIATE NOBODY! DO YOUR JOB!”
Boar:”We’ll get back on the card, let’s just take a day off. Watch some movies or something.”
Low Ki:”HELL NO! WE GOING HIKING! ITS TRAINING TIME BOIS!”
Grado and Boar Groan as the scene fades out.
As there’s a break in the action, things pan away to a dark area of the backstage where Vinny Marseglia is standing, his Television Championship worn around his neck and his axe gripped in his hand as he looks straight ahead into the camera.
Vinny Marseglia: This week, much like last week, I encountered a man that I’ve long been on the same roster with but never met before. Despite the ever increasing size of the roster though, I’m bound to cross paths with everyone eventually: some because they earned contendership to the Television Championship, some because it’s just the way things turned out when matches were being put together. This encounter though, tournament or not, was going to happen simply because we both lay claim to a similar moniker and there’s only room for one.
And Triple H thinks that he is that one. But I’m not a man that’s going to allow himself to have a hand in someone rebuilding their life, only their destruction so while there might not be much left to take away, there’s enough to take away that he’ll feel it and that’s more than satisfactory to me.
Vinny smiles for a moment before defaulting back to his previous expression.
You said that I remind you of a younger version of yourself, but I would be careful making comparisons if I were you, because our similarities don’t equate to parallels. I don’t foresee myself in your shoes where all has been ripped from my possession, because while I gain and accomplish my possessions and accolades at the expense of others like you’ve made a career of, I don’t have the distractions that you have.
You think having a family to regain and friendships to rekindle help your motivation, but it’s a hinderance. While you’re thinking that you have to do this in order to get your wife back or you have to do that to get your kids’ attention, my thinking is entirely based around how to make people feel miserable. How can I hurt someone? And then how can I make something more than hurt, how can I leave them in pain? How can I intensify that pain so it goes from something they feel to the only thing they feel? How do I make it excruciating, how do I make it torture, how do I take them so far past their threshold that comfort is a faint and fleeting memory and they’re begging for the Redrum?
With each question, Vinny’s inflection intensifies, a display of the enjoyment he truly gets out of it. With the heightened volume of the final question, his glee apparent, he turns so that he’s completely facing the camera, moving his hair from his face in the process so that both eyes are entirely visible.
Tonight you’re going to find out the answers I’ve come up with for those questions as it pertains to you. And when you’re lying in the ashes of what I’ve reduced your kingdom to and I’ve crushed your crown beneath my feet in both a show of dominance and a declaration that you were never fit to be a king, if you can muster the strength to regain consciousness and lift your head up, look so you can behold what someone that is fit for the throne looks like. This is my game, now, and I’m about to eliminate you from the board.
Vinny now raises his axe as he admires the weapon for a moment and then looks into the camera again.
King me.
With that, Vinny swings the axe and strikes the camera, effectively taking out the feed as Revolution heads elsewhere.
The lights in the arena shut off completely sending the crowd into an eruption of cheers and anticipation. A single spotlight shines down onto the entrance ramp bringing to light a lone grand piano. A few moments pass before Reby Sky, Broken Matt Hardy’s wife, makes her away out from the back to take her seat at the piano. She begins to slowly play the open theme of Broken Matt’s music.
A loud ‘Delete’ chant breaks out in the crowd as Reby finishes playing and Matt’s music hits. She stands up and raises her hand, pointing towards the curtain as Matt Hardy slowly walks through it. He stands on the ramp for a few moments, his wild eyes darting from side to side. He raises his hand and screams at the top of his voice.....”WONDERFUL” before slowly making his way down the ramp. Just before he enters the ring he begins his signature ‘Delete’ hand signal while shouting the words in time with the crowd.
Finally Broken Matt makes his way up the steps and into the ring where he stands, his arms wide, soaking in the energy from the Broken Universe.
the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature sound of Minoru Suzuki starts blazing through the arena followed by everyone's claps
From behind the curtain emerges Minoru Suzuki and he walks down the ramp, towel over his head and the crowd goes silent.
Tony Chimel: Introducing!! from Yokohama, Japan... Weighing in at 102 kilograms and standing at 178 centimeters... Minoru Suzuki!!
Suzuki circles the ring and gets on the apron, he turns around to the crowd and signals them to clap, he turns around again and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while the song reaching its climax and the crowd screaming from the top of their lungs..
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Suzuki goes to the nearest corner where takes off his towel
Suzuki stands in the corner emotionless as he waits for the bell to ring
VS 
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Hardy out stretches his arms, wiggling his finger as he comes closer to the middle of the ring. Suzuki just stands there, not amused in the slightest until Hardy throws his hand up in the air and to call for a test of strength. The crowd is behind the idea and it even makes Suzuki grin. He meets Hardy in the middle of the ring and raises his hand up for the test of strength but Hardy drops it and picks up his other hand instead. Suzuki slowly reaches pout for the other one but Hardy again switches hands. Tired with his BS, Suzuki just straight headbutts Matt in the face, knocking him down on his ass.
Corey Graves: Suzuki ain't got time for this whack job's games.
Minoru walks around the seated Hardy and kicks him a stiff kick to the back. Hardy arches his back from the pain but Suzuki gives him no time to even react as he picks him right back up to his feet and places him in a front headlock. Hardy tries to get out by punching Suzuki in the ribs a few times but Minoru shows no emotion, just shrugging off the hits until he drives his elbow into the back of Hardy. With Matt leaned over, Suzuki climbs on up and places him in an octopus hold, stretching him out as best he can.
Corey Graves: You've got to love the way Suzuki just grinds his opponents down until they're nothing.
Tom Phillips: He can try all he wants but Matt Hardy will not die.
Corey Graves: Wrong gimmick idiot!
Hardy can be heard crying out in pain as Suzuki stretches him but he starts to inch closer and closer to the ropes before finally getting a hand on them and forcing a break. Suzuki lets go but drags Hardy back to the center of the ring by his wild hair. Hardy unleashes a stiff right but it hardly has any effect on Suzuki who tells him to give him another shot. Matt complies and strikes him once more but Suzuki just shakes his head and tells him again. The Broken One hits him over and over again until Suzuki shoves him and yells in his face to hit him harder. Matt instead goes low and toe kicks him in the gut, following up with the Twist of Fate! Suzuki was not expecting that and Hardy turns him over for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
NO! Suzuki gets the shoulder up at 2!
Mauro Ranallo: Matt Hardy almost defeated Suzuki right there!
Corey Graves: What the hell was that!? Hardy knew how feeble his attempts here to stop him so he went and did that cheap shot. He should be ashamed of himself.
Hardy drags Minoru over to the corner and climbs up to the second rope. He yells out YEEESSSS before leaping off with a leg drop across the throat of Suzuki! He tries to go for a cover but Suzuki will have none of that as he rolls out of the ring. Hardy knows he's got him on the ropes and follows him to the outside but that's just what Suzuki wanted. He tries to blindside him with a strike but Hardy blocks it and turns it into a side effect on the outside! The crowd pops huge for this while Hardy grabs Suzuki and tosses him into the ring, following him in.
Minoru won't stay down for long, already trying to get back to his feet but Hardy stands behind him waiting for him to turn around. Suzuki has enough veteran presence to know this though and when he turns around, he delivers a stiff overhand slap to the neck of Hardy's. Matt gets caught off by this and is dazed. Suzuki kicks him in the gut and throws him back with a double underhook suplex, floating over and putting him in a cross armbreaker! Hardy reaches out for the ropes but he's not quite there as Suzuki stretches his arm out, trying to hyper extend it.
Corey Graves: It's all over folks, just a matter of time before Hardy taps or that arm breaks.
Mauro Ranallo: But he's already BROKEN Corey.
Corey Graves: Ugh shut up Mauro.
Hardy reaches his arm out to the ropes but he still can't quite get there. With nothing left to lose he just starts to bite down on the leg of Suzuki and makes it the first time in this match that he see Suzuki audibly yell out in pain before releasing the hold and kicks away Matt. Suzuki quickly gets to his feet while Matt rolls over to the ropes and uses them to help him get back to a vertical base. Suzuki runs over for a dropkick but Hardy moves out of the way and lands flat on his face. He picks himself up and walks over to the corner but Hardy is hot on his trail, running after him with a clothesline in the corner followed by a running bulldog. He then waits as Suzuki rises to his feet before kicking him in the gut and then hitting a second Twist of Fate! He turns him over and goes for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Matt Hardy!
Hardy gets to his feet and starts swiping his finger to the right, yelling out "DELETE" with the rest of the crowd until the live feed goes elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see the UWF Champion, the Swiss Superman – Cesaro, backstage, wrapping up his wrist-tap whilst he sits on one of the many cargo boxes that’re routinely carried into the arena. Next to him, sits the UWF Championship belt on the left and his suit elegantly folded on the right. Then, from the left part of the screen, emerges that stout figure of Paul Heyman, as he speaks to him—
Paul Heyman: “Ready to go for tonight?”
Cesaro glances upward to notice Paul.
Cesaro: “I’m always ready.”
Paul Heyman: “Good, because I wanted to ask you how you were feeling, especially with how you vented your frustrations last week to me.”
Cesaro: “Yeah, don’t worry; I’ve just had a lot on my plate.”
Paul Heyman: “Well, that’s what being the champion is.”
There’s a momentary silence between the two, as Cesaro places a hand to face his face, before pulling it off and piping back up—
Cesaro: “Look, Paul. Can I ask you a question?”
Paul Heyman: “Sure, what is it?”
Cesaro: “How did you fair getting into the arena tonight? Was the traffic backed up?”
Paul Heyman: “Yeah, it was about as hectic as you would expect. Why do you ask?”
Cesaro then stares hard into the eyes of Paul, a tongue in his cheek in contemplatory fashion before speaking.
Cesaro: “Because, I don’t have that problem, Paul, like I’m sure the lot of the locker room has, and I don’t mean that I get some kind of VIP pass. I mean that I get here as early as early can be, Paul. I’m here training here earlier than anyone. I’m here practicing my skills on the microphone earlier than anyone. And, sometimes, I’m even out there helping Daniel Bryan’s guys help set up the ring too. Where am I going with all of this? Well, I’ve known what it feels like to have a lot on my plate for a while now; I know what it’s like to feel like you’re holding the world up on your shoulders – and it’s not something you get used to. There’s a saying that one death is a tragedy but a million is a statistic, but to me, everyone’s voice is different; I hear all of them in my head at once. So, when the going gets tough, and life gets me down – do you what happens?”
Paul Heyman: “What happens?”
Cesaro: “All of those voices, Paul, they all scream the exact same thing; “Don’t give up now!” That’s what keeps me going, Paul. That’s the exact moment when the gasoline gets poured on the fire. It reminds me that I can’t give in, that I can’t just cut losses and live to fight another day. I have to hold the line, because when I look around the locker room, I don’t see anyone with the integrity that can. I know some guys that can work real hard. I know some guys that are real strong. I know some guys that are real fast. But, do you see any of those guys that’re willing to fight and die for what they believe in? Maybe Bubba Ray, maybe Sin Cara, but they’re a ways away; practically speaking, I don’t see any guys that’re willing to fight, and are willing to die for something that’s greater than themselves. That’s why I must be champion. That’s why I have to carry the torch. That’s why I always have to be the guy to pick up the ball and run with it – because I refuse to let another morally corrupt degenerate hold this title. That’s why I can’t let Chris Jericho hold this title.”
Cesaro stares down at the UWF Championship for a good moment with the same determined, purposeful look in his eye, as the camera captures this over Cesaro’s shoulder; Paul places his hand on Cesaro’s shoulder, looking him in the eye.
Paul Heyman: “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Cesaro affirmatively nods to Paul, as Cesaro quickly gathers his suit and championship, as Revolution heads elsewhere.
We are taken backstage where Triple H is seen, looking rough after his brawl with Daniel Bryan earlier in the night.
It's clear the scene is beginning already mid-conversation as Hunter looks up at a nearby medic.
TRIPLE H
That's all good and well, doc, but can I fight?
The camera pans to the medic, who looks taken aback by the very notion of the conversation.
MEDIC
Paul, listen to me. It's a miracle you're even on two feet right now. Your ribs are badly bruised, and you have to be in an absolutely insane amount of pain. That... or you will be, when the adrenaline wears off. I'd be surprised if there's not more extensive damage than we are equipped to assess. By all rights, you should be in an ambulance en route to hospit..
Hunter shoves the medic aside as he heads for gorilla.
If I'm still standing, I'm still fighting. We can worry about the damage later.
The feed carries on.
: "We will not fall, huh..."
As we open the scene, the screen flashes a single image. A modified version of the United States flag, with the letters AOTF, written on them, as the camera zooms out, it's revealed to be a hat, worn by a well-known figure to the UWF universe, Jimmy Jacobs, who stands backstage, holding his Money in The Bank briefcase.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "Today, marks the most important day ever, for Jimmy Jacobs. Not only because I face Larry Sweeney in the second round of the King of The Ring, not only is it another day I hold the title of Mr. Money in The Bank, but it marks the day that I realized the most important lesson ever; I was wrong."
Odd. Jacobs, admitting he's wrong? There must be a blue moon. He slowly reaches for his hat, in a somber, silent state, takes it off, and stares at it.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "It takes a lot of bravery to call yourself a princess as a man, but it takes much more than just that to admit you were wrong. Larry Sweeney says a lot, for a man with such a little record, but he did spark something in my mind. When I faced him, man to man in the middle of the ring, as we traded back in fourth with our witty statements, not once did I ever hear him bring up a former client of his. Not once, did I ever hear him brag and boast of his client from the past... which made me think, I've been wrong about so much."
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "Trust me, I won't forget certain people in this roster for what they've done, but, these nostalgia trips? From trying to remake the Age of The Fall, to trying to reunitie with Kevin Steen to make S.C.U.M., it's all just been, a failure. Instead of looking at the past... I need to be looking at the future."
Jacobs lifts his briefcase up, and stares at it with utter amazement, before turning his attention to the AOTF hat, and dropping it to the ground, and staring at the camera.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "The Age of The Fall has fallen long ago, just like how the S.C.U.M. of the UWF has been cleansed, now all that remians are the loose ends of the past, because the future of the UWF that is Jimmy Jacobs, has just started."
With that, Jacobs lifts his leg, and stomps on the hat, signaling that indeed, he's focused on the present, as we move on with the show.
Mauro Ranallo: “Ladies and gentlemen for the following match I’d like all of you to welcome the #1 contender to the UWF Television Championship to the commentator’s table. Welcome, Drew, and I take it you’re excited to scout out your future opponent?”
Drew Gulak: “It’s a pleasure, Mauro, and yes I am going to be watching this match intently.”
Corey Graves: “I do have to ask you though, how do you feel after losing to Seth Rollins last week?”
Tom Phillips: “Do you really have to give our guest a hard time immediately, Corey?”
Corey Graves: “It’s my job as a broadcast journalist, Tom. You should know that by now.”
Drew Gulak: “Don’t worry Tom, I’m fine with answering our friend here, now Corey you want to know how I feel? I feel-”
Anticipation is at an all time high as the action has come to a halt for the moment and each fan occupying the arena is on the edge of their seat wondering what’s going to happen next on this white hot edition of Revolution. Suddenly the lights go out and as they do, a song that’s never before been heard in the UWF begins to play, the vocals beginning at the same moment as the song itself.
”I...am...your worst nightmare.
I’ll get inside your head,
You’ll see me before it ends.
I...am...your worst nightmare.
Don’t worry, don’t be scared.
I’m not going anywhere.”
At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and up through the stage rises Vinny Marseglia.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vinny....Marseglia!
The camera turns so that it’s shooting Vinny from a more directly facing angle as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring, the Television Championship over his left shoulder. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny removes his mask in one quick motion, outstretching his arms to his sides as he bugs out his eyes and opens his mouth wide.
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the arena soundsytem, the fans respond with a heavily mixed reaction to the man they know is coming. In short order, Triple H emerges from the back in his ring gear, looking absolutely ferocious as he takes a big swig from a bottle of water in his hand and then spits it out in a mist before him, which he walks through on his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing 255 pounds, Triple H!
As Hunter hits the foot of the ramp, he walks directly toward the apron and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up. HHH walks along the apron and scrapes his boots on it before stepping into the ring, heading straight for a corner to work the crowd, many of whom are actually still booing him.
After several seconds of this, Hunter climbs down off the turnbuckles and begins performing some pre-match stretches in his corner while he waits for the match to get underway.
DING DING DING
The bell rings, and Marseglia and HHH waste little time in getting to the lockup, both men struggling to gain the advantage early on. Marseglia gets a headlock on Triple H, and is responded to by being thrown off the ropes. Triple H knocks down Marseglia with a shoulder block, and rebounds off the adjacent ropes. Marseglia drops down, and HHH hops over him but is caught off guard by Vinny, who gets right up and catches Hunter with a dropkick to the face off the rebound. Triple H goes down to the mat, and gets to a seated position as he looks up at Vinny, who just gives a slight smirk as The Game stands up. The two lock up again, and this time Vinny gives no benefit to HHH as he knees him square in the gut, Hunter having to break off immediately and clutching his ribs.
Tom Phillips: “And Vinny is already going to work on the injured ribs of Triple H, and you’ve got to think they’ll be a vital attacking point in this match.”
Drew Gulak: “Absolutely Tom, if I was facing off against Triple H right now that’d be the first thing I’d target.”
Corey Graves: “Eh, I’m not really worrying for Triple H at this point. He’ll be able to come back.”
Vinny gives Hunter no separation as he goes right back to Hunter, punching Triple H into the corner, where the referee then forces a break between the two. Hunter steps out the corner, and ends up bringing Vinny into the corner and landing knife edge chop after knife edge chop to the chest of the TV Champion. Triple H then goes to punching Vinny in the corner, and beats him to a seating position before beginning to choke him in the corner, the referee counting to four until HHH finally relents and backs out of the corner. Marseglia begins to try and get up using the ropes, but HHH stops him before he can get any further by chop blocking Marseglia, and then uses Bret’s rope to drop an elbow onto the leg of Vinny.
Mauro Ranallo: “Big elbow drop to the leg of the champ there!”
Tom Phillips: “Yeah, after blatant abuse of the rules from Triple H…”
Drew Gulak: “Yeah, Triple H is really testing my patience right now...I mean, he jumped off of the bottom rope, that is in direct violation of the no fly zone policy!”
Corey Graves: “Are...are you serious? I mean, really, that barely counts.”
Triple H stands up, and continues to go to work with stomps to the leg of Marseglia, before then grabbing a leg in hopes to set up a figure four. Marseglia counters it though, shoving Triple H off and getting back to his feet before hitting a forearm smash onto The Game, and then another, and following it up with a nice vertical suplex which drops the game right onto his back. Marseglia then goes into a cover, the referee getting into position for the count.
1…
2…
No!
Triple H kicks out, but Vinny Marseglia gives no real qualms about it as he gets into a mounted position and rains punches onto Triple H, The Game having to cover up as best he can as the referee administers the DQ count, forcefully pulling Marseglia off at the count of four. He picks up Triple H, and picks him up in a fallaway slam position before dropping him ribs-first onto the knee for a backbreaker, Triple H grimacing in pain as Marseglia follows it up with locking in a boston crab.
Mauro Ranallo: “Boston crab applied! Will Triple H tap out?”
Corey Graves: “Are you crazy Mauro? Triple H has been in this business for over 25 years, he is resilient enough to get out of this basic submission hold.”
Drew Gulak: “Basic but effective, Corey.”
Triple H begins trying to drag himself to the ropes through the pain, but before he can grab them Vinny simply releases the hold and drags him back to the center of the ring, dropping an elbow onto the back of Triple H before going into another pinfall attempt.
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No!
Triple H kicks out again, and Vinny continues the methodical working of the injured ribs of Triple H, stomping a few times. He then bounces off the ropes, looking to drop a big knee to the back, but HHH rolls out of the way, leaving Vinny to simply hit the mat with the previously worked on knee. As Marseglia rolls a bit in pain and tries to stand, Triple H manages to get up and begins to give a bit of retaliation to Vinny, hitting a big punch that knocks Vinny down, who pops right back up only to receive another one. Vinny gets up again, and Triple H irish whips him. The Game goes for a clothesline, but Vinny ducks it. On the rebound, however, Triple H catches him with a high knee that stuns Marseglia, and HHH follows it up with a big running clothesline that knocks Marseglia down and sends him rolling out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: “Vinny Marseglia seems to need a bit of a breather after that flurry of offense from Triple H.”
Corey Graves: “They call him the Cerebral Assassin for a reason, Tom and that’s because you don’t stay in this business for 20-plus years without knowing when and where to start mounting an offense.”
Mauro Ranallo: “A big clothesline from Triple H sends Marseglia rolling out of the ring, how will Hunter follow this up?”
Triple H gets out of the ring, following Vinny as the referee begins to count both men. Triple H begins beating on Marseglia outside, punching him as they walk around the outside. Vinny tries to take a breather near the barricade, but Triple H has none of it, punching him down. However, as Triple H is punching Vinny down, the TV Champ rushes The Game and rams him ribs first into the ring apron, causing HHH to not only break away from Marseglia but to go down on the floor, the referee’s count reaching the count of 6 as Marseglia lifts up HHH and rolls him into the ring before following suit. He gets in, and rolls HHH over for a pin as the referee gets into position once again.
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Triple H kicks out, which surprises both Marseglia and the crowd, who are roaring both in cheers and boos for Triple H’s resilience. Marseglia stares at Triple H as he rolls over onto his back, and stands up. He calls for Triple H to stand as well, and The Game complies. The two stare for a second, before Triple H provokes Marseglia, giving a crotch chop to Vinny.
Drew Gulak: “Oh now that’s just plain disrespectful and a blatant violation of my policies! I have half a mind to go down there right now-”
Corey Graves: “Will you stop?! Triple H knows exactly what he’s doing, and if he breaks a few of your precious policies than who cares?!”
Drew Gulak: “I care! I’m trying to make the UWF a better place and I can’t be having Degenerates like Triple H going around and doing these types of actions!”
Mauro Ranallo: “A callback to D-Generation X with that from The King of Kings!”
Vinny, enraged by Triple H, charges Triple H and begins pummeling on him, forcing him into the corner where Vinny breaks, running to the opposite corner and charging The Game, hitting a forearm smash to him. Triple H seems to walk out of the corner completely fine at first, but after a few seconds he flops down face-first onto the mat. Marseglia then goes onto the apron and begins climbing the top rope, Triple H seeming to be in perfect position for Redrum, but before Vinny can dive, Triple H rolls away, going near the ropes. Marseglia hops down and goes to grab Triple H, but HHH picks the leg of Vinny and locks in a figure-4 leglock! The referee asks if Marseglia will give up as Triple H puts more pressure on the leg of Vinny.
Corey Graves: “What a great move from Triple H, that is why he is the King of Kings, everybody! Such a cunning tactic, it’s a shame he used it tonight instead of saving it for Daniel Bryan.”
Tom Phillips: “Suck up to him some more, why don’t you?”
Mauro Ranallo: “A figure-4 applied by Triple H, putting pressure on the leg of Vinny Marseglia, will he tap out?!”
Marseglia refuses to give in, and simply looks at Triple H with a smile on his face somehow through all the pain. He drags himself over to the ropes, and the ref forces HHH to release the hold due to rope break. Triple H stands up, and Vinny tries to use the ropes to stand himself up as well. The two stare down once more, but there’s no taunting this time, just the two beginning to go back and forth with punches, the crowd cheering each time Vinny strikes Triple H, but a mix is given for HHH. This matters not though, as Triple H gains the advantage, punching Vinny into the ropes. He goes to irish whip Marseglia, but is reversed. Vinny ducks down for a back body drop attempt, but Triple H counters it with a knee facebuster, which staggers Marseglia. Marseglia backs up into the ropes, and once he is not groggy he walks towards Triple H, but is caught with a spinebuster from The Game, who then stands up and signals for the Pedigree.
Tom Phillips: “Big spinebuster from Triple H, and this may be the end of the match right here!”
Corey Graves: “I told you all, The Cerebral Assassin always has a plan to win!”
Drew Gulak: “You never know though, Corey…”
Corey Graves: “Shut up Gulak, let me be right!”
Marseglia stands, and Triple H kicks him in the gut and hooks the arms, but Vinny falls down to one knee. Triple H tries to bring him back up, but Marseglia again falls to a knee. HHH releases the arms, and picks up Vinny himself, standing him up, and goes for the kick again, but this time Marseglia catches it and throws it back down. HHH goes for a wild strike, but Vinny counters and hits a big saito suplex onto HHH. Wasting no time, The Horror King rushes to the top rope, struggling as he climbs due to the leg.
Tom Phillips: This could be it!”
Mauro Ranallo: “A massive saito suplex from Marseglia and we could be seeing the end if he can hit the Redrum!”
Corey Graves: “Roll away, Hunter, roll away!”
Marseglia gets to the top, and with no signs of HHH moving, he dives off, and hits the Redrum right onto the chest of Triple H! Marseglia scrambles and covers HHH, hooking both legs.
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DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER ‘THE HORROR KING’ VINNY MARSEGLIA!”
As Marseglia stands up, his hand raised by the referee and TV Title handed to him, Drew Gulak leaves the commentary table and goes to the ringside area. He enters the ring, and Marseglia stares him down, still somewhat favoring the leg. Gulak doesn’t make any motions towards Vinny, and simply stares the champion down.
Mauro Ranallo: “The tension is so thick that you can cut it with a knife, gentlemen. A big win for Vinny Marseglia, and a stare down between the challenger and champ which can only build up-”
Corey Graves: “Will you shut up Mauro?! Triple H got robbed in that match!”
Tom Phillips: “Corey, whether you like it or not, Vinny Marseglia was just the better man tonight. That’s why he is the Television Champion.”
Corey Graves: “I hate both of you…”
As Marseglia and Gulak stare down, Marseglia cracks a smile on his face before leaving the ring, Television Title in hand. The camera focuses on Gulak looking on at Marseglia for a few seconds before going elsewhere.
Chris Jericho: I didn't ask for this.
I didn't choose to get booed. I didn't decide to turn my back on the fans. All I did was put myself in a position to get the shot I deserve. To get the opportunity I so badly desired for the last nine months. The chance I was never given by waiting in line. Had I stayed put, awaiting my next shot, I wouldn't even be on the card, tonight or any night. But now, since I've taken matters into my own hands, I'm main eventing the show. If I have a match next week, it'll main event the show too. Then, after I win the UWF Championship, I'll be main eventing show after show after show until I damn well choose to stop. But nobody liked that idea. Nobody at all.
In this day and age, the smarks in the crowd cheer for the rebels and boo the company men, but here, it's the total opposite. I'm getting hate for furthering my career and elevating my status as the next great champion in this company. People all over are pissed off because I had to sacrifice one of their heroes to do it. Well, to that I say, tough. That's life. If you can't handle one guy getting beat for the betterment of someone else, what the hell are you doing watching this?
That's not even my main problem. My issue is how quickly everyone turned sour. Loyal supporters burned my merchandise. People who turned up with signs galore suddenly stopped. I was public enemy number one, all for beating up just one man, and I love it. I missed the thrill of massacring my opponent to the ire of the thousands of people who paid to see their favorite superstar. I'm not saying that I love being the most hated man in the industry, but it does have its perks. If the fans boo me for continuing to destroy Cesaro at every encounter, then so be it. At least I'll take pride in knowing that I still have what it takes to be the UWF Champion again.
But I'm getting a little bit too far ahead of myself. First I have to beat Cesaro. Well, that won't be much of a chore. I've already got the upper hand psychologically, and tonight will be my first opportunity to show that I can easily match, let alone overcome his "wrestling prowess". Tonight will be my first test before the true battle. I will walk away victorious here and onward until I walk away with the belt wrapped around my waist. You can count on that.
End.
Sammy Guevara is standing next to the lovely Renee Young
Renee Young: So Sammy you lost your Debut match to the Intercontinental Champion, Miz, whats your reaction to this?, How do you bounce back from losing what in many peoples eyes is your biggest match to date?
Sammy looks at Renee not looking happy
Sammys face turns to a serious look
Sammy Guevara: The thing you fail to see Renee is that I am solely to blame for this I went into the match thinking that all title holders are jokes and that titles are just something you put on your desk. To pretend you mean something. Fighting the Miz tonight i went out using about 10% of my wrestling ability tonight, Miz beat me because I underestimated the Intercontinental Championship, next time me and Miz go one on one I wont be taking it easy on him, I will beat him for the Intercontinental Championship.That being said I realize if i'm going to make the impact i desire, I am going to need an insurance policy and I have the perfect one in mind. See you Renee.
Sammy walks off camera
Renee Young: That's what Sammy has to say about his loss tonight. We'll have to see what he means by an insurance policy.
Michael Cole: Hello, my guest today is the man who wishes to be referred to as “the Master of 1000 powerpoints” Drew Gulak.
The Camera pans over to Drew Gulak standing behind his podium opposite Michael Cole who motions to an empty chair.
Michael Cole: Do you want to sit down?
Drew Gulak: Excellent introduction and first question Michael Cole. I do not.
There is a silence.
Michael Cole: Alright then so why don’t we go over what happened last week you vs Seth Rollins in the first round, and despite your rhetoric you lost. What was going through your mind after that match?
Drew Gulak: A lot, you get an opportunity placed in front of you, and it’s no secret that I don’t exactly like Seth’s attitude. You feel compelled to put it all on the line to do everything right, and then… just like that it’s taken away. It stings really, but it’s about taking what you learned from a loss and carrying it on to make a better victory.
Michael Cole: Well you’re still placed at the number one contender spot for the television championship, do you worry about Vinny Marseglia now that he is in the second round?
Drew Gulak: No, too much has happened to get to this point. Vinny was, in fact, one of the very people who talked about how I needed to stab Orange Cassidy in the back to get ahead. That’s not a champion you can be proud of, I’ll show the UWF a champion you can be proud of, and Vinny can give all the flowery speeches in the world they’ll soon be silenced.
Michael Cole: Well speaking of Orange Cassidy where is he? And the others for that matter?
Drew Gulak: Well Chuck and Swamp Monster have been looking for Orange at bars wherever we stop.
His phone buzzes and he looks at it then a look of panic comes over his face.
Drew Gulak: No more questions! Damn it chuck I said easy on the drinking!
He runs out of the room leaving a dumbfounded Cole.
The guitar riff is a sonic haze, chugging out through the PA and filling the arena from the floor up. No fireworks accompany the tune, the lights don't dim or flash or flicker. All the snap, crackle and pop necessary is provided by the man himself...
Chimel: Weighing in at 183 pounds... from Chicago, Illinois... The UWF Transatlantic Champion, Larry Sweeney!
The Mastermind behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. He's dressed to the nines. Decked out. Snazzy as all hell and ready to go. He's sporting his trademark grin, laughing and shouting some cocksure spiel that's lost under the rock classic.
Wrapped around his waist is the crown jewel of professional wrestling - the UWF Transatlantic Championship - the most prestigious title belt in the whole, entire world, and certainly the company. It's his pride and joy.
Sweeney reaches the ring, walks the stairs and climbs through the ropes to enter the squared circle. Brushing past the Referee, Larry crosses the ring and climbs the far turnbuckle. He undoes his belt to hold his championship high - reminding the world about exactly who he is. Once he's satisfied that he's been appropriately recognized, Sweeney climbs down, hands his title off to the ringside hand and gets ready to compete.
"Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?"
The crowd seems bitter and begin to boo as the hit track of Rob Zombie hits the PA system. The superstar in question to walk out through the curtain is the newly crowned "Mr. Money In The Bank", Jimmy Jacobs, with his prize held by his side.
He stops atop the stage, and the confidence is clear on his face. A look of defiance and smugness can be seen as well as if this moment was pre-determined. The kicking theme of his gets his foot tapping before he heads down. With such confidence, he sways himself down the entrance ramp and to the hard cam side of the ring. He hops atop the apron, putting the briefcase's handled in between his teeth, and hooking his arms around the top rope, looking out to the sea of hateful people.
Tony Chimel: "From Dearborn, Michigan, weighing in at 179 Pounds, he is the owner of the Money In The Bank briefcase, "The Zombie Princess", Jimmy Jacobs!"
He grabs the briefcase and climbs up atop the turnbuckle post, lifting his prize high above his head to a tremendous wave of heat. He hops down from the post, kisses his briefcase, hands it to a ring assistant, and removes his jacket. The assistant places the briefcase next to the ring keepers area, and Jacobs shakes his wrists in anticipation.
VS 
DING DING DING
Sweeney struts around the ring with a smile on his face while Jacobs looks rather serious, wanting to knock the smug look on Sweeney's face right off. Jacobs runs right at him but Larry delivers a swift kick to the gut. Larry burst out laughing before Irish whipping Jimmy to the ropes. Jacobs bounces off them and comes right into a big clothesline by Sweeney who keeps strutting forward after the hit and flexes his muscles to what would be a normally hostile crowd but seeing Jacobs get hurt, they start to get behind Sweet N' Sour.
Jimmy hops back up tpo his feet and runs at Sweeney, trying to attack him from behind but Sweeney sees this coming and grabs a hold of the top rope, dropping down and making Jimmy go flying over the ropes, falling to the floor below. Jacobs hits his ribs hard on the apron on the way down but manages to land on his feet. He's holding his side but is still right next to the ring and Larry comes over with a baseball slide to take him out! Sweeney is very cocksure about himself and grabs Jimmy to toss him back into the ring. Larry comes in after him and while Jacobs is trying to stand, Larry grabs both his arms and hit a double underhook suplex, floating over for a pin.
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Jimmy kicks out! Larry places him in a chinlock right away and smothers him to the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: Larry Sweeney is showing everyone that he mean business here tonight.
Corey Graves: Of course he is, Sweet N' Sour is nothing but good business. He's the Transatlantic Champion for a reason.
Tom Phillips: Come on Graves, that's not a real title.
Corey Graves: Neither is the "commentator" line underneath your name but you don't here me bringing it up every show.
Jimmy throws his arms above him to punch Larry in the face but Sweeney just takes the shots and keeps the hold locked in. It isn't until Jimmy puts his hands on Larry's face and starts to digs his fingers into the eyes of Larry that he finally relents and breaks the hold, opting to rub his eyes right away. Jimmy crawls over to the ropes and uses them to pick himself up but also get a breather. Larry comes running over but Jimmy takes him down with a drop toe hold onto the middle rope. Larry just hangs there as Jacobs slingshots himself to the floor, hanging Sweeney's head on the way down. Larry bounces back to the center of the ring, choking from the maneuver while Jimmy slides back in, stalking his prey.
Now Jimmy is the one with a big smile on his face. He runs over with a falling forearm shot to the back of the head, knocking Sweeney over and then proceeds to just straight choke him with both of his hands. The ref gets on him about that and after a count of 4, Jimmy puts his hands up like he's done nothing wrong. He then proceeds to grab Larry by his hair and pulls him over to the corner, seating him there and walks away to the opposite corner. Jimmy points a finger gun at Sweeney and fires before running over and hitting him with a cannonball! He pulls him out of the corner and hooks the leg for the pin.
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Sweeney kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Jacobs now taunting Sweeney by taking a page out of his former client Kevin Steen's playbook.
Corey Graves: It's a brilliant move to get inside the head of Sweeney but I wouldn't toy around with him too long, the Transatlantic Champion isn't one to stay down for long.
Jimmy sits up on his knees while Sweeney turns over onto his stomach to try to pick himself up. Jimmy just slaps him in the back of the head a few times, saying a few words that only Sweeney can hear. He grabs his head once more and lifts him back tp a vertical base before slowly turning around and hitting a neckbreaker, really focusing on the neck. He follows up by dragging Larry closer to the corner and exiting onto the apron only to go up top. The crowd is booing the hell out of him but it only makes his smile grow bigger. He looks down at Larry and blows him a kiss before leaping off with a senton just like Kevin used to do except Larry gets his knees up! Jacobs back practically bends in half and Larry quickly turns him over for the cover.
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Jimmy kicks out! Both Larry and Jimmy lay on the mat, catching their breath, Jimmy holding onto his back and Larry just trying to breathe after all the damage to his neck. They start to rise at about the same time but Jimmy comes running at him first. Larry catches him with a knee to the midsection to cut off any momentum. Sweeney grabs his face and laughs into it but Jacobs retaliates with a eye rake! Larry walks over to the ropes to get away, rubbing his eye once more. Jimmy comes running over again but Larry bends down to lift Jimmy over the ropes but the Zombie Princess lands on the apron. Jimmy goes for a strike but Larry catches it and punches him instead. Jacobs is a little dizzy and so Sweeney grabs him and lifts him up into a suplex but then places his feet on the ropes and hits a twisting rope hung neckbreaker! He goes for the pin.
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Jacobs gets the shoulder up at 2! Sweeney has had enough and wants to end this NOW! He walks out onto the apron and starts to climb up to the top rope. Jimmy knows what's coming and rolls far away to the opposite side of the ring. Larry shakes his head and drops down from the top rope and walks over to Jimmy. He bends down to pick him up but Jimmy counters with a overhead kick to the side of the head. Larry turns around and shakes his head after having a screw screws knocked loose from that kick. Next thing he knows, Jimmy runs past him, springboarding off the ropes in front of him to hit a cutter! Larry holds his neck immediately as Jimmy hooks the leg.
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Sweeney kicks out! Jimmy's got a smile on his face as he runs his thumb across his throat. He picks up Sweeney by his locks and grabs a hold of his head, pointing to the corner. Jimmy runs up for the Contra code but Sweeney pushes him forward to make him rack himself on the top turnbuckle. Jimmy looks to be in pain and so Larry climbs up to the top with him. He grabs him from his side and lifts him up for a back suplex from the top rope but Jimmy is able to counter it into a crossbody in mid air as the two come tumbling down to the mat!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Jacobs changing momentum in mid air!
Corey Graves: He's got no regard for his own safety and definitely none for his opponents and that's what I love about the guy!
Despite getting the better of that exchange, Jimmy still lies face down on the mat. Sweeney turns over and looks ahead to see Jimmy. They lock eyes and both slowly pick themselves up. They start to trade shots with Sweeney being the bigger of the two able to take advantage, that is until Jimmy kicks him in the gut, tapping his head as if he outsmarted him. He runs to the ropes but comes running right into a bionic elbow Sweeney. He pops back to his feet only to get taken down with another. He gets up one last time but manages to duck the bionic elbow, hitting the ropes and coming back with a spear!
Sweeney holds his stomach but fights to get back up, knowing that Jacobs in dangerous when he has the advantage. As he's getting up, Jacobs runs to the ropes and springboards off them for another cutter! This time however, Sweeney has it scouted and catches him by the head before he can fully fall. He brings him back up a little to hit a hangman's neckbreaker followed by a DDT to complete the 68' Comeback Special! Sweeney hooks both legs for a deep cover while the ref drops down and makes the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Larry Sweeney!
Sweeney gets his arm raised after getting a huge win over Mr. Money in the Bank and moving on to the Semi Finals of the King of the Ring in just his second match on Revolution. He's all full of confidence as he leaves the ring with his arm up in the air. Jacobs meanwhile looks out to him as he's leaving and gets an evil grin on his face, perhaps an ominous foreshadowing of things to come...
The camera shot is taken to a backstage locker room.
Brian Kendrick is sitting down, preparing for his match. His head twitches from side to side and he keeps murmuring words underneath his breath. He's not loud enough to be picked up by the camera. Some words can be picked up on, however. We hear the words "King" and "Fine". He sits there slightly rocking back and forth, continuing to spout word after word incoherently. But just like a switch, his eyes instantly dart up and he looks over, as if he's staring into the face of someone off screen.
The Brian Kendrick
Oh, hello Renee. Please, please sit down, join me.
There's an awkward silence in the room.
The Brian Kendrick
What a great question, Renee. Yes, I'm totally fine and prepared for my match tonight.
Kendrick continues to rock and repeats the words "Fine" over and over again. The camera pans out to show that Kendrick is alone in his locker room.
The Brian Kendrick
No, thank you for your time.
Kendrick stands up, smiles for a few seconds, and heads to the door. The camera is cut away.
Camera fades into a lounge where Velveteen Dream is sitting on the couch fondling with his fingers. Very calm, and collected.
Velveteen Dream: Last week the Dream was in a triple threat match with Adam Cole and the Great Khali. The Dream said he would win, and put them, specifically Adam Cole in his place, and the Dream was sooooo damn close to doing so, but guess what? That damn rat known as Adam Cole pushed me out of the ring, after I hit MY finisher, and my win, was stolen from under me. Now last week, Renee said "You must feel that Adam Cole will do some sort of sneaky tactics and pull the upset."
Now, the Dream just dismissed that question, knowing it wasn't gonna happen. The Dream was sure Adam Cole would have been taken out by the Great Khali, but that didn't happen, the Dream ended up getting starstruck from the crowd, which caused me to get distracted, and forgot about Adam Cole. He told me when the Dream heard that bell ring for the second time he would still be grinning, and he was right, but he knows why he was grinning. He was grinning cause he knew he stole my win, and he KNEW he couldn't win with his own moves, so he let me do the work and took advantage.
Velveteen Dream gets infuriated by the thought of having his first win back stolen by Adam Cole.
Adam Cole, next week the Dream wants a match with you. Cause I promised I would hit both you and the Great Khali with a Purple Rainmaker, and guess what? One down, and now one more to go. The Dream will show why your win was a fluke, and why everyone should be praising VEEEEEELVEEEEETEEEEN DREEEEEEAAAAAAM!!!
Adam, the Dream will put you back in your place, and once the Dream does, he doesn't want to see your face in his ring ever again. The Dream will show everyone who you really are. A pretty face with a big ego. The Dream told him he saw right through him, and the Dream personally does not like him. He does not belong in a ring with me, he doesn't belong in UWF, he doesn't even belong in wrestling. He needs to go back to being a wannabe salesman, who thinks he knocks the socks off the ladies. I'll see you next week, and when I do, it's DREAM OVER for you.
Camera fades to black while Dream goes back to fondling with his fingers. He grins cause he knows next week, he will get his vengeance against Adam Cole.
MAURO RANALLO: What a great night, Corey. And we're just getting started. I'm ready to see all types of hard hitting action!
COREY GRAVES: Oh, cut me a break, Mauro. I'm just glad we're seeing some killer match ups in the King of The Ring. And we still have so much more to go. But it's about time we catch up with Renee Young and her words for one of my personal favorites on the roster; Enzo Amore.
MAURO RANALLO: After what he did to The Undertaker last week, I can go without hearing this man. What he did was not only selfish, but disgusting.
Our camera would quickly transition to see the image of the lovely, Renee Young. She wore a larger than life smile across her face as her bubbly personality was in full display.
RENEE YOUNG: Words can begin to describe the words I've heard from some our fans. With what happened last week, I had to address it. As always, I'm Renee Young. And my special guest is the outspoken, changed, Enzo Amore...
We see a brief image of Amore who had his head held high. He was clearly proud of his actions the week prior. Renee didn't seem as thrilled as she slowly addressed Amore.
RENEE YOUNG: Just one week ago, you said we were going to see a "new", and improved, Enzo Amore. It's no secret what these people think of your recent actions, but what do you have to say about your actions prior to this week off?
A look of confidence stood across the face of Amore as he looked Renee dead in the eyes. As expected, we see a casual smirk slide across the face of Amore. He would simply shrug as he gave Renee his rebuttal.
ENZO AMORE: I don't know if you knew this Renee, but Enzo Amore isn't exactly tha' most popular guy runnin' in tha' back. After I proved to tha' world that Undertaker isn't worth a nickle to my dime, I've heard it a million freakin' times. People have been askin' me the same damn thing. Why, Enzo, why? Well I have to admit, I expected this to be thrown my way. And perhaps? Maybe I should explain my actions. But honestly, toots? The Certified Franchise is easily the face of this entire company. That and that alone is why I don't need to explain anything to anybody. Love me or hate me, I'm the hottest thing goin', girl. You can't deny that. The reason people don't like me, is 'cause I tell it is. I got more balls than this entire roster put together. Did anybody else stand up to Tha' Undertaker? I don't think so. You wanna know why I did exactly what I did? To prove myself right...
A small sigh escapes from the mouth of Amore as he runs his hands through the thick beard across his face. A small snarl escapes from his nose and mouth as he then scoffs. Clearly disinterested in Renee, and her questions.
ENZO AMORE: I said for weeks that I'm goin' to make this my show. People were gonna have to get used to it. Whether they wanted me here or not. People been playin' behind social media like I don't deserve this spotlight. The thing is, Renee? I don't care 'bout these people. The moment, I became a one man stud, I changed my career. Of course, Tha' Undertaker is supposed to be this legendary phenom. But last week, I made an example out of that fool. I showed tha' world that Enzo Amore isn't jus' a flash in tha' pan. I'm not just another nobody hoggin' up a roster spot. You want people like that, go look for Tha' Undetaker. Not that you'll find 'em. He ain't exactly worth it, now is he?.
Renee slowly shakes her head in disappointment. She had to expect this from Amore, but even his own confidence was at an all time high.
RENEE YOUNG: I'm trying to stay impartial here, Enzo. But I think you should give The Undertaker some credit. He's a legend of this business. He's paved the way for some of the best wrestlers in the world. But my next question is a simple one. People are saying had it known been for your underhanded tactics, The Undertaker would have beat you cleanly. What are your thoughts to these naysayers?
Once more, Amore scoffs. As if anybody expected otherwise, he seemingly didn't have a care in the world to these questions prompted by Young. Enzo licks his bottom lip, preparing for another swift reply.
ENZO AMORE: Credit? I don't get why I'm bein' thrown to tha' wolves. Tha' Undertaker brought this upon himself. Did you even watch our tag match? I tried countless times to help his broken down ass, and what did he do? He shrugged me off. I didn't mind that, Renee. But he kept doin' it. Disrespect is the hardest pill to swallow.I'll admit, when I was a lil' kid? I looked up to him. You know what it does to someones pride when a person they idolized doesn't care for 'em? When they get thrown aside jus' like trash? Actually, don't answer that. I'm sure you've been on the blunt end of a few backdoor adventures if you catch my drift. How 'ya doin'?
Such a disrespectful jab from Amore. Calling into Renee, and her confidence. She slightly seemed caught of guard, gasping by the nature of his reply. She shakes her head, clearly not interest in his verbal daggers.
ENZO AMORE: Ease up, toots. I'm jus' cuttin' up wit' 'ya. But back to tha' main picture. Tha' Undertaker disrespected me. I'm not some person to be ignored. I've got a lil' thing called passion. I don't know if this roster knows exactly that is, but it's where hard work, meets determination. 'Ya take that, and 'ya flip up on tha' dial.Use it for motivation. Prove people wrong. But would 'Taker have beat me had I not went there? Of course not. Plus give me a lil' respect. I may have not been exactly feelin' a hundred, y'know? When you're the hardest workin' performer in tha' world, you're gonna get a wore out from time to time. But regardless of tha' fact, I could beat Undertaker any given night. But to be honest? I don't need to prove anythin'.
A soft chuckle escapes from Renee, who almost can't believe how Enzo was defending his actions. He did have a point though, he tried to help Taker in their tag encounter. Renee runs her hand through her thick blonde locks as she retorts, Amore.
RENEE YOUNG: I'm going to keep it short and sweet. I don't think we're seeing eye to eye. You're clearly confident in your ways. You've never been the shy type. I can't say I'm surprised be the way you've been as of late. But I'm going to give you the air way to add anything else you'd like to say.
Amore looks rather pleased that this interview was all but close to its closure. He raises his gaze as he chuckles. A soft shrug would slide off his shoulders as he spoke.
ENZO AMORE: Thank god, I don't think I could have went another minute listenin' to 'ya. I mean, you've clearly got Tha' Undertaker on this almighty pedestal. But, I don't get it. How many times do I need to say this crap? Tha' Undetaker ain't in my league. He's not good enough. I'm above him, so I ain't got nothin' left to say on him. See, I'm gonna go back to the first question. You said we were gonna see a new and improved, Enzo Amore. Back in tha' day, I still would've stuck up to Taker and made him my bitch, but back then? I wouldn't be here tellin' this story. I would've ate my words, and that would have been all there was to it. I'd have been added to his resume, but look at me now. I'm sittin' here as tha' hottest wrestler in the UWF. It doesn't matter if I'm loved, hated, loathed, despised -- At the end? They're all jus' jealous. I walk down to that ring, and I get reaction every single time. Some of these guys walk out to that ring, and all you get is crickets. They're boring. Hell, this entire company is that. It's same crap over and over again. I think they're startin' to rub off on me, 'cause I feel like I've done said this crap before. Either way, I'm here because I have one goal in mind. Forget Tha' Undertaker. If he has enough balls to come back, I'll check his broken ass into retirement. But, I'm gonna send a message. I don't know when, where, how, and it doesn't matter who it is. I'm comin' for tha' UWF Championship. That's where I'm endin' it. Forget, Taker. If he shows up? So be it. I am the definition of what this company needs. I am a star, Renee. I am money. I am Tha' certified franchise of this entire company. And sooner, rather than later? All these hatas are goin' to see what it's like when motivation meets passion. They're not ready, Renee. Doubt is in the eyes of the beholder. They doubt me. That's where I'll prove 'em wrong. This is my story. I've built chapters of success, and defeat. I've had some wit' success, and some wit' failures. I've had roadblocks, and I've had been burnt. Any normal man would've called it quits. But, Renee? I'm not normal. Perhaps I talk a lil' too much. Maybe I get myself into these situations 'cause I know I'm jus' too damn good..Or maybe? I do it 'cause I love provin' EVERYBODY wrong...
Those were the last words from Amore as he softly spoke his last few words. He rose from his chair as he looked Renee directly in the eyes. She doesn't say a word, but follow through with a small nod. This interview had come to a conclusion. Leaving one question left unanswered. What more can we expect from Enzo Amore?
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!The man who will 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.
I'M A MAN WITH A PLAN!
Yells out from the PA system and rings through the arena. Signaling the arrival of just that, the Man with a Plan, THE Brian Kendrick.
The Brian Kendrick waltz out from the back, a confident smirk across his face. His trademark Blackbeard Pirates flag is slung over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring, eyes locked.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Venice Beach, California, THEEEEEE Brian Kendrick!
Kendrick swaggers up the steps and quickly steps into the ring. He struts around the ring for a few circles before he starts to remove to his flag and jacket to prepare for his match.
OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING
"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and removes his robe, ready to battle.
Rude: Now that I have your attention...Chris Jericho and myself are about to show these kids what real wrestling is really like. Adam Cole, you can pretend all that you want that you are anything like me. Hell, your momma probably pretends that your daddy is really me every night when he's giving it to her. Even if you got a little woman at home, she probably does the same thing, just like each and every woman in this building is right now. So you can keep on being what the kids want and who the kids want, I'll stick with being the man that every guy in the building wants to be and the one who all the women come to see.
Boos erupts from the crowd, but still some women can be heard screaming for Rick Rude.
Rude: I know my pre-match warm-up was a hell of a lot of fun, what as her name again, Eric? Was it AJ?
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
Eric Bischoff gives the cutting off symbol to Rick as he nervously looks at CM Punk.
Rude: Oops, I forgot I wasn't supposed to say anything. But before I completely wipe the floor with my opposition, I've got a special treat in store for each and every one of you. Tonight, in this very ring you are going to get to witness and one lucky lady in the crowd is going to receive their very own Rude Awakening!
The crowd boos, but the women cheer as Rude begins scanning the crowd.
Rude: Eric, if you would be so kind as to help me out here? Hop on out of the ring and I'll tell you who the lucky lady is. Ok, right over here by the time keeper, third row back. No, not tonight honey. You don't have the goods that "Ravishing" Rick Rude is looking for. A few seats over, Eric. No, not that fat one, you could take her out on a date to an all you can eat buffet and they'd shut the doors in front of us, sorry honey. The cute little brunette right there, yeah! Come on in, honey, let Eric help you over the barricade.
Bischoff helps the fan over the barricade and into the ring as the crowd continues to boo.
Rude: So what I would like to have right now...is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, mouth-breathing, West Texas hicks to sit down, shut up and keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show this lucky lady here a real good time. Hit my music!
"Ravishing" Rick Rude begins to gyrate his hips and remove his robe as "Whatta Man" plays on. He walks up the girl from the crowd, grabs her hand, gives her a twirl and gives her a Rude Awakening.
The girls collapses to the mat, breathless as Eric Bischoff rolls her out of the ring and helps her back to her seat.
Out comes Y2J Chris Jericho, sporting his very, very, very, very, very expensive light-up jacket, one of his many scarves, and The List of Jericho. As the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time spins around, fireworks illuminate the stage area.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Jericho heads towards the ring, high-fiving every fan in his path, sans that one guy that always ends up disappointed by every little thing. The Ayatolla of Rock 'n' Rolla points out a few pro-Jericho signs in the crowd as he walks up the ring steps and into the squared circle, ready to start the match.
The familiar music of the Villain plays through the stereo. The music of the owner of the infamous Villain Enterprises. The melodic piano notes in usual villainous tone playing with confidence.
Suddenly the crowd rise as they realise who’s about to arrive. The only person on this show worth seeing. The real reason they bought their tickets. The Villain.
“WOOP WOOP”
As the iconic phrase plays out the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll, walks through the curtain with umbrella in hand. To put on a performance of a lifetime that gets beaten every time he steps through that very curtain.
The Villain steps back as he lures out his manager, the one and only Nigel McGuinness. Together Villain Enterprises stand on the stage. They wait for a second then begin their trek down the ramp to arrive at the ring.
Tody Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183lbs, he is "the Villain", Marty Scurll!"
They arrive into the ring where Nigel McGuinness climbs up into the ring and opens the ropes for his business partner, Marty Scurll.
Marty quickly climbs through the ropes, umbrella first and runs to the opposite side with umbrella high and spirits even higher.
His business partner poses behind him to make a collaboration of the two poses in dual harmony. Just how their partnership remains as they settle and get ready for Marty’s match.
ADAM COLE BAY BAY
'Close Your Eyes And Count to F*ck' explodes through the speakers announcing the imminent arrival of Adam Cole, and the crowd reacts accordingly. After allowing a couple of seconds to build anticipation Cole strides out from the back, smiling as he absorbs the reaction.
Cole starts to make his way down the ramp, locking eyes with the camera as he does and begins addressing it directly
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 210lbs, Adam Cole!
Cole enters the ring, skips to the middle. He stands head bowed, point one finder towards him and in one single motion;
Entrance:
Cult of Personality hits. The crowd goes wild! One half of the crowd are chanting "CM Punk! CM Punk!", the other half are chanting "CM Sucks! CM Sucks!". Punk walks out onto the stage looking ready as ever.
He gets down on one knee and checks what time it is. "IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!", he stands back up and 'smashes' the camera.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 218lbs, CM Punk!"
Punk continues walking down the ramp. He walks up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and does his traditional raised arms taunt, he then takes a moment to look around at the crowd before climbing down from the turnbuckle and entering the ring.
As he enters, he runs to the turnbuckle opposite and pumps up the crowd. He drops down from the turnbuckle, and sits in the middle of the ring.
As he sits in the middle of the ring, the crowd are still split down the middle. "CM Punk! CM Punk!" whilst the other half chant "CM Sucks! CM Sucks!"
Punk looks around and chuckles at the crowd whilst waiting for the match to begin.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, as the renowned James Bond gun barrel sequence begins to creep across the titantron and minitron. The fans know exactly who it is, as they erupt into cheers for their beloved UWF Champion - the Swiss Superman - Cesaro. Cesaro makes his James Bond walk across the stage as the gun barrel follows him. When the choir chants first kick in, the lights turn up, and Cesaro stands there pointing a finger-gun at the ring, the UWF Championship belt wrapped over his shoulder.
The crowd pop loudly for the Swiss Superman. Hearts on Fire by Hammerfall hits the speakers like no other band can. His manager and spokesman, Paul Heyman, is of course standing behind him. Cesaro stands there for a moment, soaking in the moment before he hands over the UWF Championship belt, folded neatly, over to Paul Heyman, as he then proceeds to promptly tear out of his suit, in which, this in turn prompts another pop from the audience in attendance.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Lucerne, Switzerland, weighing in at 232 lbs, he is the UWF Champion: CESARO!"
With the world on his back and the world firmly behind him in terms of support, Cesaro and Paul Heyman make their way, in tandem, down to ringside, with Paul following the blazed trail behind the Swiss Superman. The dynamic duo, in usual fashion, pass adoring fans holding up Cesaro Section signs, and Cesaro gives them their props by pointing to them, as he reaches ringside and makes his way up the steel staircase. He taunts one more time for the audience to keep them riled up whilst on the ring apron, before stepping through the ring ropes. Cesaro motions for Paul to hand him the belt, as Cesaro shows off who's the man, raising it high into the air.
DING! DING! DING!
As we sound off, all 8 man is in their corners respectively. There's a bit of a struggle of power in words between the two, debating who starts off for their teams, leaving Chris Jericho and Cesaro as the dominant voices. They stare at one another, and everyone goes to their apron. The crowd look fired up, but before Cesaro can take a step, CM Punk slaps the back of Cesaero, tagging himself in.
Tom Phillips: "Wow, that's making a statement in of itself."
Maruo Ranallo: "For weeks, CM Punk has spoken out about the spotlight not shining on him, and he seems to be breaking the mold of that potential repeat tonight."
Punk steps in with a defiant stare at the UWF Champion, and tells Cesaro like a child to go to the apron. Cesaro bites his lip and contains himself from hitting Punk before heading to the apron. It's Punk and Jericho to start things off, as they go for a test of strength. Jericho swipes the hand however and goes behind for a clutch to the back, trying to keep Punk grounded. Punk, however, is able to twist himself out by dropping down and under Jericho's hands like a limbo, takes the grouped hands, and puts it behind Jericho's head. Punk has the one up in the technical game, but Jericho pulls a trick out of his sleeve as he's able to throw the hands down, take Punk's hand, and twist it behind his back. He grabs his head for a DDT clutch, and throws himself down over Punk for a headlock position on the ground, but Punk strengths off Jericho, throwing him off him, keeping a hole on the arm.
Corey Graves: "If you want pure, technical wrestling, this is the match for you. These two are already displaying some great skill."
Punk is able to bend over Jericho, wrenching the arm in a painful manner, before taking his leg, and like a shotgun, shooting it up for a kick to the chest! Some of Jericho's teammates wince at the impact, and Jericho holds his chest, walking over to the neutural corner. Punk doesn't let up as he chases after Jericho and puts him up against the corner, with a nasty knife edge chop! He doesn't let up, as he hits three more before leading Jericho out of the corner, and drops him with a thunderous kick to the chest! Jericho tries to reach for a tag, but Punk pulls him back by the leg. Jericho stands himself up, and nails a turn around enziguri, before jumping over to get the tag for Rude!
Tom Phillips: "Jericho tags Rude in! Things are about to get ravishing!"
Maruo Ranallo: "Hey, are you reading my notes?"
Corey Graves: "Keep it up, and you might just have another wrestler thrown at you this week."
Rude is in, and Punk runs after Rude for a lariat, but Rude ducks. Punk swirls over again for another, and the same action is repeated, but this time, Marty Scrull tags himself in. Punk doesn't notice and tries for a cross body on Rude, but is caught, and throws him into a body slam! He rolls out of the ring as Scrull runs up next and swings for a punch, Rude ducks and shoves Scrull into the ropes before running at him and bulldozing him with an Axe Bomber. Scrull is quick to his feet, and yells at Rude to knock it off, but Rude stands these, hands on his hips, and swerves his hips as a taunt to the Villian! Scrull is levied and pushes him out of the way, and does it to the fans! They boo his display, and Rude simply smiles before turning him around and socking him one good with a stiff elbow to the jaw! Scrull holds his chin and crawls over wanting to tag in Cesaro, who has his hand out. Scrull leaps to get it, but Cesaro swipes his hand up and runs it over his shiny head. The other two men look at Cesaro for a moment and then chuckle to themselves as Marty looks bug-eyed.
Corey Graves: "That just goes to show that you aren't always gonna get along in these matches, no matter which side you're on."
Scrull is tagged anyway by Adam Cole who walks in with all the momentum after last week. Rude however is done with the chuckles and jokes as he turns around to tag in Sin Cara. The two lock up, with Cole getting the better and locking in an arm wrench. Sin Cara rolls himself on the ground, twists around, and is able to reverse the pressure as he stands up. Cole twists out of it, and pushes Sin back, before pulling him in for a clothesline, but he ducks under! He runs the ropes and comes back for a dropkick that floors Cole. He stands and eats another. He stands once more before being thrown with an irish whip. Sin Cara jumps up with some impressive athleticism for a hurricanrana, but Cole is able to stop in his tracks, with Sin on his shoulders, and throws him down for a powerbomb lungblower! He goes for the pin!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Sin Cara barely kicks out, and Cole drags him in the middle of the ring, before getting that shit eating grin, and looking around- AND THAN POSE! The sonuvabitch is actually doing it, Adam takes the stance, and slowly removes the elbow pad, before chucking it to the crowd, and running for The Panama Elbow! Scrull, however, tags himself in, and Cole stops right in his tracks. Cole stands these hand son his hips, staring at Scrull, who's yelling for him to get out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: "Uh oh. Already it seems to be some turmoil."
By this time, however, THE Brain Kendrick is in and nails Scrull in the face with a few strikes before throwing him into the ropes, and nails a flapjack, only transitioning it into a single leg Boston crab!
Corey Graves: "Like you said, Phillips, there was indeed turmoil. That kick might've just cost them the number games."
Scrull is being asked by the ref if he wants to tap, but, he refuses, reaching for a tag for his corner. Both Punk and Cesaro reach their hands out, but Kendrick pulls Scrull into the center, and twists the move into an STF! Scrull has nowhere to go, and Punk hops over the apron to kick Kendrick off. Jericho steps in the ring and goes to make the save, but Cole comes into even the odds, prompting all members of each time to enter the ring and start brawling! Cesaro stands back, however, egging Scrull to tag him in, and he gets the hot tag! Cesaro like a house of fire runs to each member of the opposing team and hits a galore of uppercuts, spacing out the ring and leaving only him and Jericho standing in the middle. Jericho doesn't stand for the stare off and goes for an enziguri only to miss. Cesaro goes for an uppercut, but Jericho swipes out of the way to hit an elbow that bounces Cesaro back, and Jericho jumps for the Codebreaker!
Tom Phillips: "Codebreaker by- wait!"
Wait indeed! Cesaro has his arms around Jericho's leg, and cradles him and saving himself from the Codebreaker before dropping him down for the spin! But no! Sin Cara dropkicks him away, making Jericho retreat out of the ring. As for the other members, they're clearly out of the way, all men lying on the outside brawling, before CM Punk, the only odd man out, takes a huge leap and knocks down everyone like bowling pins, leaving only Cesaro and Sin Cara in the ring, who tries to get a roll up on the world champ!
...1!
...2!
...Thre-kickout!
He got a near fall, and as he stands eats an uppercut for his troubles that knocks him loopy, before Cesaro kicks him with a swift kick to the gut, cranking his neck, and pointing to Jericho, who's sitting halfway at the ramp, and staring back with a grin and a shake of the head, as Cesaro lifts up Sin Cara, and hits the Neuturlizer, and covering him for the pin!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here are your winners, the team of Marty Scrull, Adam Cole, CM Punk, and the UWF Champion, Cesaro!"
The four men raise their hands up in victory while Cesaro gets handed the UWF Championship he walks over to the ropes and makes sure Jericho gets a good look as he retreats up the ramp, shaking his head and mouthing a few obscenities before heading to the back. Cesaro turns around and sees Cole, Punk and Scurll all staring at him and the UWF Championship. Not afraid and ready to take all comers, Cesaro lifts the title up right in front of them and says "Whenever you're ready". The three of them look at each other and smirk before nodding and leaving the ring. The Champion lifts up the title one more time for all to see as the show fades to black.
END OF SHOW
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