Post by Danny on Sept 1, 2018 2:42:30 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: It's an action-packed night here fellas, and I've gotta admit, I'm hyped for this one. We're only a few weeks away from King of The Ring, and the UWF stars are looking to make an impact."
The camera peeks through a doorway where we see “The Villain” Marty Scurll and his business partner, Nigel McGuinness. They seem to be plotting something as the camera gets closer and closer so we can all overhear their conversation.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “...nah that wouldn’t work. I mean what else can we do Nigel? I’ve never felt so useless. The UWF’s one and only Villain has been told that there ain’t nothing for him tonight. There must be something to do. I mean who’s booked again Nigel?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Alright, so I have a printed version actually. I’ll list you off the matches. The Undertaker vs The Great Khali?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Two overrated sloppy workers. Won’t handle me well anyway. I’d probably get injured if I walked in there.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Sammy Guevara vs Low Ki?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Two overrated guys who can do an occasional flip. I can do a flip, what’s special about them? Wait… let me try… actually nevermind.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Velveteen Dream vs Drew Gulak?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “A new guy and a guy who’s doing nothing special. Pft, what a LOSER.”
Nigel McGuinness: “...he’s actually the number one contender for the title you lost Mart-”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Shut up Nigel! Let me have my moment. Next match, what is it?”
Nigel McGuinness: “CM Punk vs Rick Rude?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “So you’re telling me right, that Rick Rude, a man that was on the other team, that I beat, is booked? And not the UWF’s one and only Villain? Ethan makes me shudder sometimes. Why is that Punk booked anyway? The Villain is the only attraction people want to see. It was MY win in the main event last week… go on Nigel.”
Nigel McGuinness: “A tag team match of Enzo Amore & Roman Reigns vs The Hired Gunns?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “So Team Unconfident vs The Miz’s Feet Cleaners? Please. I don’t have time for either of them.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Tyler Bate vs Chris Jericho?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Oh my god. Don’t even talk about Chris Jericho. That disgrace of a man is getting a UWF Title shot at King of the Ring and I’m not?! I beat him like… a bit ago. Why am I not in that match?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Then there’s the King of the Ring matches but if we do that then management will be on our backs like hawks. That’s only if you think that’s a bad thing though Marty.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Y’know… it’s not a bad idea Nigel. I’ll keep it in mind but what impact is there interfering in the Semi-Final when you can interrupt during the Final?”
Nigel McGuinness: “That is very correct Marty, I must admit.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “I just don’t know what I should do tonight… um. Fuck, what are the others on this brand doing to get on the Revolution card Nigel?
Nigel McGuinness: “What are you implying Marty?”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Y’know what. That’s what I’m going to do tonight, I’m going to steal some ideas. Now, who likes Chris Jericho Nigel?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Nobody Marty.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “That’s right. Now, listen to this. Welcome to Talk Is Scurll!”
As you see the disgust on Nigel McGuinness’ face Marty Scurll stands up and breaks into a show day dream.
Talk Is Scurll, bay bay
Talk Is Scurll
Talk Is Scurll, mama
Talk Is Me
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Welcome to Talk Is Scu-”
Nigel McGuinness: “Oi, I’m still here. You aren’t doing that.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “But why Nigel?! Oh alright. I get it. You wanted to be the first guest didn’t you?! A shame you weren’t invited. Regardless, how about… a Marty Scurll concert?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Actually that wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. I’ll get to some ticket sales. Tonight, we’ll have it.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Great, why is this cameraman here?! Get out!”
The cameraman does as he says as the footage goes elsewhere.
As Revolution is going on we are taken to outside the arena, what seems like the entrance to the parking lot where we see a beautiful sports car coming in, as the sports car enters the parking lot we see that it's the UFC president Dana White!
Dana winks at the camera and enters to park his car, but what is he doing in a UWF arena? the camera follows him and when he finally parks, he ditches the normal shirt for a fancy black shirt and as he comes out the cameraman is waiting for him with a mic
Generic cameraman 1: Dana White?? what are you doing in a UWF arena
Dana White: haha, you'll see soon
With that Dana leaves into the building while the camera fades to black.
Tom Phillips: First off we see the battle of the giants. The Undertaker vs The Great Khali to open tonight’s Revolution.
Mauro Ranallo: I’ve been looking forward to this one for a while now, it’s a real clash of the giants here in the UWF. Who will win?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The match gets underway as the two men walk forward to stare down, the Undertaker being forced to look up slightly. The Undertaker decides to make the first move locking up with Khali in the middle of the ring just to be shoved back into the corner by the raw power of The Great Khali. His manager on the outside applauds this as he tuds to the corner to begin the chops early on the Undertaker.
He hits one, echoing through the arena, swings for a second one but the Undertaker ducks making Khali land into the same position the Undertaker was. The Undertaker instead of going for chops starts hitting his signature body blows on the Great Khali. Khali falls from grace and hits hard down on the canvas, leaving his head underneath the ropes.
The Undertaker climbs through the ropes and runs up, soars up in the air and hits a suffocating leg drop on Khali, snapping his head back into the apron. The Undertaker wastes no time to climb back into the ring and get a quick cover on the Great Khali.
1…
At one the Great Khali kicks out with dominance.
Corey Graves: A quick kick out from Khali, something you’d expect as early on as now.
The Undertaker drags Khali up from his arm and then quickly changes just a grip on his arm into a wrist lock, he then climbs up the ropes slowly but with utter confidence. He scales the ropes, looking for Old School and he hits it!
Mauro Ranallo: Khali goes down! The Undertaker could steal a quick victory on the Great Khali?
1…
Yet again the Great Khali kicks out with confidence.
The Undertaker straight away has another plan on how to take down Khali for a 3 count with picking him up yet again and throws his hand over the Great Khali’s throat and then lifts him up in the air just to throw him down to the mat. The Undertaker goes for a cover yet again.
1…
2…
The Great Khali kicks out at a longer count with the Undertaker thinking for a second that he had him.
Taker takes up Khali once again to his feet where he grabs his throat to perhaps hit a second chokeslam on the Great Khali. Suddenly the Great Khali grabs Taker’s throat and then grabs a second hand on him and lifts him up just to get met by a boot to the chest by the Undertaker. Taker then hits his arms on the Great Khali’s back to get him grounded and the Undertaker turns to the crowd to keep them rallied up.
Tom Phillips: The Undertaker showing his dominance here in this matchup, can he capitalise?
The Great Khali gets up to his feet using the ropes and runs over to the Undertaker to swing for him is when Khali just ducked down underneath him to then just be met by a huge big boot from Taker. The Great Khali climbs into a corner to rest slightly as Taker runs over to Khali to be met from a big boot from Khali from the corner.
As the Undertaker falls, the Great Khali dropped down onto the Undertaker to try and land a pinfall on him.
1…
2…
Th-
Barely the Undertaker lands his shoulder up as the Great Khali rolls over.
The Great Khali gets up and leans down to grab the Undertaker up in a Punjabi Plunge potentially but is instead locked up into the menacing Hell’s Gate submission move! Khali has nowhere to go, he’s in the middle of the ring and although he’s trying he can’t reach the ropes.
Corey Graves: Hell’s Gate! This could all be over at the hands of the Undertaker!
The Great Khali doesn’t give up but his body is starting to shut down, he’s now kneeling down to the submission because he can’t hold the weight on his legs anymore. He could be out. The referee lifts his hand once. Then he raises it for the second time. Then- it’s all over!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Undertaker!
The referee exits the ring, not even trying to rise the hand of the Deadman at fear of backlash from this dominant opponent.
The ring shades into purple as does the whole arena and the Undertaker hits to one knee to strike his signature pose as UWF goes elsewhere.
Tyler Bate, the self-proclaimed "Future of UWF", is seen looking straight into the camera with a bookshelf behind him, the camera zooms out to show him holding a book, surrounded by preschoolers and parents. The book cover reads "The Chronicle of Tyler Bate".
Tyler Bate: Hello, parents and children, I assume you know my name, I'm Tyler Bate, and I'm going to read your children a story today, I'm fairly sure that's why you're here, if you don't know, I'm a UWF wrestler/roster member and I've decided to do this today to educate you and your children better than your shi-- bad education system here in America.
Middle-aged balding man: Just get to the story, man.
Tyler Bate: You shut up Cesaro wannabe and go back to Switze-- Fine, fine. So, where were we?
Tyler opens up the book, flicking over to Chapter 1, aptly named "The Rise".
Tyler Bate: So, the book reads; 'There are none who can compete with the skill and finesse of Tyler Bate's moves, a man who can prove this statement is Doink the Clown, a man from off the street who stepped up to face the Future of UWF, we asked him what it was like to be in the ring with Tyler, and he didn't reply, however, we asked him cardboard cut-out counterpart, who replied "Tyler is a god who shouldn't be taken lightly, he is a danger to the people who threaten him, and to those who would like to face him, heed my warning." Now, Doink's counterpart is much more well-spoken than that of himself, but to put it in layman's terms, "Fucking run."'
The parents gasp in shock at Tyler's profanity, blocking their children's ears to protect their innocence.
A Woman Who Looks Like She's Having A Mid-Life Crisis: How dare you! Don't swear in front of our children.
The parents collectively nod and cross their arms in unison.
Tyler Bate: Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, how about you loosen up a little.
Tyler calls her a wanker under his breath, prompting the children with good-hearing to start shouting the word 'wanker' as loud as they can.
AWWLLSHAM-LC: What did you just call me?!
Tyler Bate: How about you shut up before I punt kick your toddler into the next fucking dimension, bitch.
AWWLL- You get the point: That's it, we're leaving.
The parents all collectively leave like a pack of wolves, snarling at Tyler as he sits there with his book in his hand, in an obviously pre-recorded segment.
Tyler shouts out to the parents "No refunds!" as they leave, leaving them with $2 less in their wallets. The camera zooms out from Tyler, as the camera pans out we see a final shot of an empty room with the self-proclaimed "Future of UWF" sitting on a throne-like structure.
In a room dimly lit there is a crowd of about 50 people awaiting the earlier announcement of his concert. That’s obviously why there here. Marty’s business partner, Nigel McGuinness, that organised this small concert is standing behind Marty.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Uh… is this all Nigel?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Yes Marty, it is. They can here you, go on do it.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Hello all, welcome to the inaugural Marty Scurll concert that will revolutionise singing forever. Many… worse wrestlers have tried to pursue singing but let me reassure you, I’m a angelic singer just as I’m an angelic wrestler. Now. Bohemian Rhapsody.”
The crowd cheer as they recognise the famous Queen song that Marty is preparing to sing. The crowd look in as Marty heads off into his own imaginary world to begin singing the song.
“Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.”
The fans cheer loudly in Marty’s mind as he prepares to kick in the song. Four Marty Scurll’s appear, symbolic of the Queen original video.
“Open your EYES!
Look up to the SKIES and SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I’m just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy.”
“Because I’m EASY come, EASY go,
LITTLE high, LITTLE low,
Anyway the wind blows doesn’t really matter to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
TO ME!”
The piano kicks in as Marty is suddenly playing the piano to the slow melodic tune of Bohemian Rhapsody.
“Mama… just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead,
Mama… life had just begun”
“But now I’ve gone and thrown it all awayyyyy…
MAMA!
OooOooOooh.
Didn’t mean to make you cry,
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on,
As if nothing really matters.”
Marty’s fans adoring his singing crowd up on the front row, hoping to get a grasp of the new established Pop Star. In his mind at least.
“Too late.
My time has come.
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body is aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go,
Got to leave you all behind and face the TRUTH.
MAMA!
OooOooOooh,
I don’t want to dieeeeee,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at ALLLLLLLL!”
Marty Scurll suddenly whips out his electric guitar to hit the solo completely right in every single note he plays, because what’s a dream with imperfections? A more serious scene arises as the faces of Scurll appear once more.
“I see a little silhouetto of a man,
SCARAMOUCH, SCARAMOUCH,
Will you do the fandango?!
THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING,
VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING ME”
Suddenly a high pitched voice pipes up from nowhere that he decides to reply to.
“Galileo.”
“Galileo.”
“Galileo.”
“Galileo.”
“Galileo figaro magnifico.”
“I’m just a poor boy from a poor family, nobody loves me,
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?”
“BISMILLAH! NO WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”
“Let him go!”
“BISMILLAH! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”
“Let him go!”
“BISMILLAH! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”
“Let me go!”
“WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”
“Let me go!”
“WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”
“Let me go!”
“WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”
“Let me go!”
“Ah”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
“Oh mamma mia, mamma mia,
Mamma mia let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!”
Marty flips the switch for seriousness to complete badassery and whips back out the guitar with full arm swings and intense playing as the song starts to get intense.
“So you think you can stone me and spit in my EYE?
So you think you can love me and leave me to DIE?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!”
Marty begins to play his guitar heavily once again with full windmill swings of his arms, somehow playing the guitar solo completely correctly.
The song slows down for the infamous outro to the promo as Marty looks into the camera as everything slows down.
“Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters… to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Anyway the wind blows…”
Marty looks around him as he comes back to reality, nobody is around. There are no screaming fans, no backup band, no musical instruments, not even Nigel McGuinness.
Marty looks around to look for someone but nobody is around, nobody cares about him. He sees a cleaner walk past him from the arena who spits on him as he walks by.
Marty sits down, spit drooling down his top as he wipes it off. He sighs and looks once again into the camera and delivers one last line.
“Maybe I can’t always get what I want...”
With that the Villain is left sitting there in the middle of the arena, nobody around, isolated and alone. With that we cut back to normal scheduled UWF programming.
"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
The opening wail starts and out walks Low Ki and Grado who stand on each side of the ramp and wait as The Proletariat Boar of Moldova walks out starring at the ring intensely as he shouts “ BOAR IS WAR!” and storms the ring as Low Ki and Grado follow behind. Boar gets up on the apron dusts his feet off and goes through the middle rope.
Chimel:”Being accompanied by Low Ki and Grado! Weighing in at 229 pounds from Moldova... he is Pig Daddy Cool, The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”
Boar gets down and his knee and poses as Low Ki and grado join in the Pose before they leave the ring and wait outside while Boar goes to his corners and crouches down waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
Corey Graves: I can't believe EC3 is allowing this clown to wrestle in a UWF ring. What happened to standards in wrestling?
Tom Phillips: As opposed to the actual clown who had a match last week?
Corey Graves: That was different.
Sammy is bouncing around warming up while the Boar walks to the center of the ring, ready for a fight. Sammy starts shadow boxing, getting closer but keeping his distance from the Boar as he looks for an opening. The Boar doesn't really move or flinch at Sammy's jabs until he's able to land a hit to the left jaw. Sammy is all smiles as he continues to bounce around and take jabs at the Boar who is a bit too slow footed to properly dodge the hits. Tired of dealing with him, the Boar just shoves Sammy into the corner and runs at him with a body splash but Guevara rolls out of the way as the Boar crashes chest first into the corner. Sammy then runs to the ropes, springboarding off them to land a dropkick that stumbles the Boar over to the opposite corner.
Sammy's egotistical smirk has not left his face since the match started and he decides to show off a bit when he runs over to the Boar, using him like a wall and backflips over onto his feet but little does he expect the Boar to drop him with a big boot that turns him inside out! Wanting to cause more punishment, the Boar picks up Sammy in a vertical suplex before throwing him forward onto the ropes, Sammy bouncing off them and falling back into the ring. The Boar goes down to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Sammy kicks out! Grado is on the outside cheering his stable mate on while Low Ki just stands there with his arms folded and a scowl on his face in typical Low Ki fashion. The Boar brings Sammy back up to his feet and picks him up further by pushing him up and over his head in a military press. He throws him up high but Sammy twists in mid air to come back down with a hurrincanrana, whipping the Boar out of the ring! The big man lands on his feet but is stumbling around. Guevara uses this opportune time to come diving out of the ring with a corkscrew moonsault to take out the Boar!
Mauro Ranallo: Sammy Guevara is fearless out there!
Corey Graves: When you're worth over a million dollars a match, you don't have time to doubt yourself.
Tom Phillips: And yet he seemed to doubt himself a bit last week.
Corey Graves: Hey The Miz is the Intercontinental Champion. There's nothing wrong with losing to him.
Sammy walks over to Low Ki and gives him the double bird right in his face. The crowd boos him pretty heavily but Low Ki doesn't react at all, just staring him down. Sammy comes back into the ring and waits as the Boar gets to his feet once more. Having already worked once before, Sammy runs to the ropes and this time dives out but the Boar has it scouted this time and catches him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Sammy's face immediately turns to regret as the Boar lifts him up high and drops him face first onto the barricade!
The Proletariat Boar grabs a hold of Sammy and tosses him back into the ring. He follows him in and walks over to him, grabbing him his his throat with both hands, using his power to pop him back up to his feet. He then picks him up sky high, looking for a double handed chokebomb but Sammy once again uses his agility to turn the move into a hurrincanrana, at least that was his plan. The Boar doesn't go down, instead Sammy just hangs upside down before the Boar powers him back up and drops him with a sit out powerbomb! He stays there as the ref makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Sammy kicks out at 2! The Boar walks over to a corner and kneels down, smashing his other knee into the mat and alternating knees as he watches Sammy slowly rise to his feet. Guevara gets up and turns around slowly as the boar comes charging forward for a Gore! Sammy manages to see this just in time and hops over the Boar who smashes his face into the middle turnbuckle! He's dazed but not quite down until Sammy grabs him and uses the ropes to hit a tornado DDT! Not quite done, Mr. Money's Worth decides to give the crowd a show by rolling backwards and following it up with a standing moonsault for a reverse rolling thunder! He stays on the Boar for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
The Boar kicks out! Now that he's got the big man down, Sammy is once again full of confidence as he rubs his boot in his face, disrespecting the Boar and talking trash all while doing so. He flexes for the crowd and then tries to get the Boar up for a suplex but it's not happening. The Boar however easily reverses and picks up Sammy for a stalling vertical suplex. Guevara is able to drop down behind him though and falls all the way down into a reverse facebuster! Sammy yells out after landing hard on his ass but he bends over to pull the leg up of the Boar's and make a pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Another kickout at 2!
Corey Graves: Sammy's just got to stay on him and this thing is easily his.
Tom Phillips: I'd like to see you tell Low Ki that.
Corey Graves: He'd probably agree with me but since you're closer, you tell him.
Sammy decides to take things to the skies as he climbs up to the top rope. Grado is slapping on the mat for the Boar to get up but he's not moving. Sammy leaps off with a shooting star press but the Boar rolls out of the way and Sammy eats nothing but the canvas! The Boar slowly gets to his feet while Sammy uses the ropes to get to his. They both get up at around the same time but Sammy makes the first moving, running at the Boar but the Boar catches him with a spinning side slam, spinning him round and round before finally dropping him and going for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . .
Sammy kicks out! The Boar goes back to the corner and once again waits for Sammy to get up. Mr. Money's Worth however rolls to the outside and tells the ref he needs some help with his back. He leans against the barricade and is asked if he can continue. Meanwhile the Boar doesn't notice that none other than Drew McIntyre has slid into the ring. He turns around and eats a Claymore Kick!
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell is Drew McIntyre doing here!
Corey Graves: Who cares Mauro, Sammy could be hurt.
Grado loses his shit but Low Ki tells him to clam down, wanting to see how tough the Boar really is. Drew picks up the Boar and plants him with the Future Shock DDT! He leaves him lying on the mat and gets out of the ring, heading back up the ramp. Sammy is suddenly all better as he pushes the ref out of the way and climbs up to the top rope. Next thing you know he comes flying off with the 630 senton right square on the Boar! He stays on him for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sammy Guevara!
Brian Kendrick is seen walking down the hallways of the arena. His eyes shift from side to side, scared as if he's being followed. He's stopped by backstage interviewer Charly Caruso, and his face instantly changes. He goes from anger, to an expression of happiness.
Charly Caruso
Excuse me, Brian, if I could get a few words with you.
The Brian Kendrick
Of course, of course! Ask away.
Charly Caruso
Well, Brian, there's been a lot of rumors and speculation swirling around lately about the state of your mind, and mental well being. Do you care to comment on these rumors, and what the state of mind really is?
The Brian Kendrick
Charly, Charly! I feel great! Look at me, don't I look great! I'm fine. Fine, fine fine fine fine fine fine fine fine.
Kendrick's eyes shift again, and Charly is noticeably nervous.
Charly Caruso
Well.. Um. Yes. A lot of these rumors stem from your recent short comings here in UWF, have these effected you at all?
The Brian Kendrick
Have they effected me? No, not at all. You see, I've had what you might call a spiritual awaking. Yes, now I see so clearly. I've learned that in wrestling, just like in life, there are wins and there are loses. But when we think about that, is there truly a way to change it? When we step into the ring, is the outcome already decided? I mean, I can, or anyone else can tell you all day about how they're going to win. But the truth is, no one really does know if they will win or lose. The outcome has already been decided before the bell even rings. Curious as to what I mean? Well I'll tell you. You see, Charly, life is all boiled down to one basic principle, one ideology, if you will. The theory that everything we do is part of some master plan, and we can not change the outcome. We call this "Fate". The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power. So, let me ask you, was it fate that I lost my chance for the intercontinental title? Was it fate that I lost my chance for the King of the Ring. Perhaps so. All of these events are out of my control. Fate decided that. A simple game of chance and in those events, Fate was not on my side.
Just then a backstage worker runs by, knocking Kendrick's shoulder as he passes. He quickly turns around to apologize.
Worker
I'm so sorry, I'm late for a meeting, I didn't mean to hit you.
The Brian Kendrick
No, no, this is perfect actually. Let me ask you a question... Do you believe in Fate? Is it fate, our meeting here? Me doing this interview in this exact time, and this exact spot. Is it fate that you lost track of time and became late, putting you on a direct collision course with me? Or was it chance? We were both in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I'm glad you showed up, because I want you to help me demonstrate something.
Kendrick reaches into his pocket, and pull out a nickle.
The Brian Kendrick
Now, let's test fate, shall we. We're going to flip this coin here. If it's heads... I'm going to beat you so bad, that being late will be the last of your worries. But tails... and you can go right along your way. Here, I'll even let you flip it. Decide your fate.
The worker is shaken by Brian's threat and slowly reaches out for the coin. He can tell from the look in Brian's eye that he's serious. He takes a deep gulp and flips the coin into the air. It falls out of camera shot, but both the worker and Kendrick look down at it. Brian looks up and a smile forms on his face. As soon as the worker lifts his head, Brian lays him out with a clotheslines. Charly Caruso quickly takes off as Kendrick continues to stomp the poor man. Kendrick gets down to one knee and cradles the mans head as he rains punches into it over and over again. He lifts the staggering man back to his feet and throws him into the stone wall and he falls with a sick thud. Like a hyena, Kendrick pounces on him again and punches the man's head until bright red blood starts pouring down his face. The man is clearly out, but Kendrick looks in the Captains Hook on the worker. Finally referees and other backstage officials come in to detain Kendrick and pull him off. Kendrick doesn't put up a fight, rather backs up and smiles down on his victim. He is escorted over screen as the camera pans over and zooms in on the coin.
The camera fades out with that image.
With the amazing action so far in Revolution we take a break and are taken to the backstage area, outside of what seems to be EC3's office and we see Dana White coming out, a big smile on his face, he sees the camera and winks again while walking to the parking lot, the cameraman runs after him
generic cameraman 2: Dana, what, what were you and EC3 talking about?
Dana White: Oh boy, I wished I could tell but I was told I had to keep it a secret, and I intend to keep it a secret.
generic cameraman 2: Can't you tell us a thing? maybe a hint?
Dana White: Fine, it will happen next week and it will bring both of our companies a lot of cash, all I can tell you, now get the fuck away from my car.
With that, Dana White enters his car and drives off and the camera fades to black
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at -
Before she can finish her sentence, Larry Sweeney - the UWF Transatlantic Champion - barges into the shot, steps in front of her and takes position front and center.
Sweeney: So sorry to cut you off you again this week sweetheart, but I thought I made it crystal freakin' clear to management already that I do not, and never had, and never will need any help whatsoever in speaking to my people.
He turns, and when she doesn't leave immediately, he shoos her away.
Great. Let's get down to brass tacks then.
Maybe you've noticed that the UWF here is just about bursting at the seams. It's like a beehive, just a' buzzin' and a' swarmin' now. All these... these new hotshots wrasslers trying to make a name for themselves. And every time it looks like things might simmer down and the dust might finally settle, some new young gun or a salty old vert rolls back through and rocks the boat.
And what's been on Ol' Uncle Larry's mind is this - how does a man stand out? How's a fella supposed to set himself apart from the crowd? Championship belt? Fancy clothes? Undefeated streak? Pick your poison, folks. But if those ain't good enough for ya, then how about this?
He leans as he posits his question to the people.
How about I go down to that ring and I do something to Matt Hardy you've never seen before? How about I massacre the sunuva bitch? Huh? Would ya like that? Hows about I do to him what no T.L.C. match could - what our beloved Intercontinental Champion couldn't - what the legendarily despicable Minoru Suzuki couldn't even get close to doing.
Yes. Of course. Offffffffff course I'm gonna knock his ass outta the King of the Ring tournament. That's a given. But what say I go a step further? A step too far. Every week another sucker stands across the ring from me with the audacity to disrespect me and my UWF Transatlantic Champion. Hell, some of you people still aren't true believers in the Sweet 'n' Sour method yet, too. So I'm gonna lay this size-twelve boot heavy on the gas peddle and I'm gonna flatten this maniac and when I go to the finals, I'll be goin' in style and with a whole lotta blood on my hands! Ahaha!
Sweeney's brow furrows as he scowls straight towards the camera.
Now Matt... you listen' buddy? You better listen close then. I don't want you to say I didn't give you fair warning, and that's what this is. You think you're "Broken" now? Nu-uh. No way, pal. Not even close. If you can still walk and talk and carry on with your little freakshow gimmick and step into MY ring with every intention of wrestling a match, then no, you're not broken enough for my liking. Not even close. You've got a whole buncha bones that could still be snapped. You've got muscles I could tear. That brain of yours might not work the way it should, but I'm dead set on sending it to rock bottom, understand? When I'm through with you, it's gonna be like the Fourth of July in freakin' Fallujah! Yeah! Hahaha!
No, hey, ya know what? There's gonna be nothin' that they'll say about this massacre that hasn't been said about the whole God damn War on Terror! I'm gonna reign down on you like a heat-seakin' missile. Precision hellfire. Tactical decimation. You hear me Hardy? If you're Broken now then I'm gonna eradicate whatever's left. There won't be no pieces for you to try and put back together again. Your "condition" is gonna get a helluva lot worse, my friend. I'm fixin' to introduce you to whole new definition of obsolete.
Larry, now red in the face, takes a moment to calm down before finishing.
Don't take it too personal, though. You're just one more notch on my belt, and one more step towards my coronation as King of the Ring, and one more shot across the bow of this whole damn company. Larry Sweeney's here, babay! The new Sheriff in town! It's time everybody who thinks otherwise shut their mouths, too. And to all you doubters out there, just you wait and see... haha, just you wait and see what I do tonight! Ha! TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION, MAMA! DON'T YOU FORGET IT! AHAHA!
Sweeney heads off to prepare for his match. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The cameras go backstage to where The Miz is awaiting with a look of trepidation, his IC title being held closely to him as he re-watches the beatdown that Roman Reigns gave him last week, specifically paused on the shot of Roman holding up the Intercontinental Championship.
Miz: "He grabbed my title...he took the title I earned, the title I've loved carrying around and just...just..."
Miz yells out to nobody in particular as he stands up, knocking over the chair he was sitting on by accident and takes his frustration out on the TV remote, grabbing it and chucking it at the wall, it shattering into pieces upon contact, but not before somehow unpausing the feed, and hearing the crowd roaring just causes him to go even more unhinged, as he takes the chair and smashes the TV screen with it. A knock is heard at the door, and Renee Young enters the locker room.
Renee: "Hey Miz I was hoping I could-"
Miz: "WHAT?!"
Renee visibly jumps back a bit at the outburst from Miz, who stops and looks at the damage done to his personal locker room in shock, almost as if he didn't even realize he was the one who did any of it, before turning back to Renee
Renee: "I...I was hoping I could get an interview from you, about tonight."
Miz: "About what tonight? About me having the smarts to send Gunn and Kidman in to face off against those two rather than fighting that battle myself? That's the job of lackies: to fight the battles I'm not willing to."
Renee: "...Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind, it was more about the impressive performances of Enzo and Rom-"
Miz: "If you want an interview with me tonight, don't say his name, got it?"
Renee: "I mean...it'll be difficult..."
Miz: "You are in my locker room on my time, so you will play by my rules, got it?"
Renee: "I don't have to get this interview, y'know? I can just go talk to Marty Scurll or...hate to say this, but I can just go talk to Larry Sweeney."
Miz: "What do you need to talk to those nobodies for? What, is Sweeney gonna try to hit on you by showing off his Dollar Tree-bought 'Transatlantic Championship'? or is Scurll gonna pretend he has something important in his career for the first time since being TV Champ with this Villain Enterprises he has?"
Renee: "Well even if Larry tries hitting on me again at least I have free reign with what I can say."
Miz: "Fine...fine. You can say his name...just...let's get this over with quickly."
Renee picks up the chair that was thrown earlier and sets it down, Miz grabbing a chair of his own and sits down in it, waiting for the interview to properly start. The camera angle changes to show just Renee at first.
Renee: "Hello everyone I am here joined in a special interview with the current Intercontinental Champion, The Miz."
The camera pans to show Miz, sitting down across from Renee.
Renee: "So, Miz, I was wanting to get your thoughts on the vicious beatdown that Roman Reigns gave to you last week, could you sort of explain your thoughts on his actions?"
It's somewhat visible that Miz is trying to not get angry again at the mentioning of his name, but he tries to calm himself down and answers.
Miz: "Well, Renee, personally I believe that Roman did that in an act of cowardice. He knew he couldn't face off against me when I was at 100% so he waited until after my match with Guevara and then beat me down to try and send some sort of message, but the only message I got was that he was a coward who couldn't stand face-to-face with The Most Must-See Intercontinental Champion in UWF History."
Renee simply nods at this as she goes to continue.
Renee: "And speaking of the Intercontinental Championship, Roman Reigns after the beatdown took your Championship belt and held it up for the entire world to see,what are your thoughts on that?"
Again, Miz is seething in his chair, trying not to flip out once more, and is barely able to as he clutches onto the IC Title a bit tighter.
Miz: "Roman, you made a mistake. You see, Renee, someone can beat me down, they can beat down my Hired Gunns, but nobody...and I mean NOBODY touches my Intercontinental Championship and gets away with it, not even Gunn or Kidman. Roman, you have a reckoning coming, and it isn't going to be me spouting catchphrases or cheating to win, no no no, what it will be Roman, is, quite frankly,I'm gonna beat you down so hard that you will be bloodied, bruised, and utterly decimated hopefully to the point where you can't walk again, and then I'll keep beating on you even if I get disqualified so I can beat the message into your dog-sized brain that nobody, not a big dog, not a villain, not even a broken man can touch. my. Intercontinental. Championship. Now, can you believe that?"
Renee: "And uh, if I can get one final comment from you-"
Miz has none of it, as he stands up and slings his Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder before walking off screen and exiting his locker room.
Renee: "Well...guess that's about it, then."
The camera feed sticks to Renee for just enough time before going elsewhere. Before it leaves, however, a faint voice, The Miz's voice, can be heard through the door.
Miz: "Calm down, Mike...you wouldn't want to disappoint them..."
Punk's theme 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: "Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, he is Chicago's Finest -- The self proclaimed Future Hall of Famer; 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.
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 aggresively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.
Rude: Cut the music. Cut my music!
Rude: In just a moment, you're going to see me take some smart-mouthed twerp who thinks he's all that and a bag of potato chips to the learning tree. Punk, I really don't think I should waste another breath on you. You've poked and prodded and you've taunted and now...it's time for you to put up or shut up. You claimed that you wanted to see the Rick Rude that you idolized from years ago...if you really think that I haven't been bringing that to the table already, then you're extremely foolish. Even more foolish than I originally thought you to be.
The heat is on, as they say. You've asked for it, you've got it. You're going to get the most apologetically ruthless Rick Rude that this business or any other wrestling company in the world has ever seen.
With that being said...what I'd like to have right now is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, slimy, sweaty, inner-city sweathogs and Especially CM Punk, to sit down and shut up while I take off my robe and show these women what they paid to see.
Hit my music!
The music plays on as Rick Rude removes his robe and gyrates his hips.
The celebration of Rude's body doesn't last long, however, as Punk quickly scoops up the rope he took off, and starts choking Rude with it from behind!
DING! DING! DING!
Rude's struggling to breath and tries to fight out while the ref counts, but it's to no avail as Punk twists his head around, still with the head trapped, and starts unleashing brutal shoot knees to the head! He's rapidly hitting the nose of Rude before pushing him off, and shouting at him for his antics as he rolls out of the ring.
Corey Graves: "Talk about making an impact. You know guys over the last few weeks, Punk's been stepping out of this magical bubble. Last week he tagged himself in to start the 8 man tag team, and now he's not waiting to be insulted by Rick Rude. What's changed?"
Maruo Ranallo: "The truth is indeed in the pudding, as Punk looks to be THE man in the UWF."
Rude is able to get the robe off from around his neck and holds it in place, but suddenly Punk dives with the robes for Rude! But no! Rude at the last second managed to dodge the bullet, and toss the robe in Punk's face, making him hit the guardrail with a wicked racket. Rude comes over with a sneer on his face, stomping at Punk a few times before rolling him into the ring. As he gets in, he picks up Punk, but Punk pushes himself out of any potential hold and kicks Rude shoot style in the chest. Rude's still standing but holds his chest, before he can react, Punk bends him over, takes a hold of the head, and continusoly kicks the chest of Rude. It's brutal, but Rude eventually grabs a leg, leaving Punk hopping on one leg. He doesn't have much to do but try to escape, but it's in vain as he eats a devestating elbow to the jaw that rocks his world. Before he falls, Rude pulls him in by the arm and stiffs him with a lariat! He covers him for a pin.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Punk kicks out easily at two, but Rude picks him up and tries for another elbow, but Punk catches it, throws out of the way, and starts his keylock combo. A back fist, another, and a quick kick to the head, the only problem is Rude ducks it and picks him up over his head for a military press slam! He lifts him up and down like he's exercising, but Punk rakes the eye, and as he drops down, he uses the momentum to spike Rude with a DDT, going for the cover!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Tom Phillips: "That was almost a three right there! Rude must have suffered some serious damage after that DDT."
Punk bites his lip in anger as he stands up, and shouts for Rude to get up. As he's on his hands and knees, Punk scrapes his boot against his head in a mocking fashion. The more he does it, the quicker Rude gets to his feet, before going for a strike. Punk dodges it once more, but this time Rude takes the arm of Punk and throws him for an Irish Whip! Punk is sent running, and Rude stalls, picking him up for a body slam on rebound! Before he can slam him, Punk twists out of it, and runs at him with a calf kick! Another one! And catches the arm of Rude for his neckbreaker, but before he drops down, Punk holds his position for the Rude Awakening! Rude knows his own move better than anyone, and breaks out of it, hooking the arms behind him and dropping down for a quick pin!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Punk bucks himself backwards and stands up quickly, pulling Rude's knees from under him and flipping his back to lay on him for a pin!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Rude lifts himself up with Punk still on top of him, hooking the arms, and trying again for the same pin, but suddenly, Punk is the one trying for the pin. He doesn't even get a one count, but as they stand Punk scoops him up on his shoulders for the GTS! Before he's even able to throw Rude for it, Rude slips out from behind him take the head, and skips the taunt as he drops Punk straight down with the Rude Awakening! He quickly makes the pin!
...1!
...2!
...Thre-Kickout!
Shockingly enough, Punk kicks out with thunderous force, grasping for air, as Rude shoots up with a pissed off look at this kid, as he calls him. He stands up with his hands on his hips and looks down at Punk. His hair a mess, his face showing the pain, but he crawls back up using the ropes, and stares at Rude, before spitting right in the eye!
Tom Phillips: "Uh-oh."
Rude simply wipes his eye, looks at Punk, and hits another elbow to the jaw that stuns him, leaving him leaning up against the rope, before Rude takes him by the neck, turns around, and hits another Rude Awakening. He's not done as he pulls Punk up by the hair, puts him in position for another, and drops him with thunderous impact before covering him.
...1!
...2!
...3!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, "Ravishing" Rick Rude!"
Rude looks at Punk with a pissed look, while the ref checks on him. Rude's not in the mood for his taunting, as he exits the ring and walks off as the cameras to Revolution fade to somewhere else.
The music of the Roman Reigns pumps into the audio system and that can mean only one thing...the arrival of the Big Dog. Roman blasts out of the gorilla position, making his way out to the center of the stage. He takes a moment to scan the crowd, who has so elegantly greeted him with a chorus of boos and obscenities. Roman laughs to himself as he marches toward the ring.
Roman makes a beeline toward the ring, wasting no time entering, and standing in his corner, ready for battle.
Sawft is a sin by $CFO ignites on the distance as we are quickly met with the arrival of one, Enzo Amore.
ENZO AMORE: My name is Enzo Amore, and I am tha' certified franchise of this entire company. I'm 'bout to serve up the competition like some fresh spaghetti. I'm be shootin' dimes, and spreadin' truths. The hottest stud in tha' world is standin' right here. And you best believe, I'm walkin' out tall. 'Cause my opponent tonight? Ain't nothing but a S-A-W-F-T flounder. Callin' tha' shots, I'm reigning dimes. Call me a stud, and tha' whole company. 'Cause I'm tha' only man that matters. Bada-Bing bada-boom, who's the realest dude in tha' room? You're lookin' at 'em. How 'ya doin'?
Enzo would shuffle his feet much to the dismay and utter annoyance of his opponent. Can you blame them? Enzo would roll the microphone as he shuffled forward towards the ring. Preparing himself for this epic clash.
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.
BE JEALOUS!!!!!
"Fire" by Barns Courtney begins to play as The Hired Gunns, Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman, walk out onto the stage, seeming hyped up as they try playing to the crowd, the vocals kicking in as they begin walking down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: "Weighing in at a combined weight of 463 lbs, the team of Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman, The Hired Gunns!"
Gunn and Kidman continue to play to the crowd, getting a mix of cheers and boos, all the while they're talking to L as they enter the ring. As the chorus kicks in, they both hop up to the top rope and yell out to the crowd, eliciting a good but mixed response as they hop off the turnbuckles, say their goodbyes to L for the time being, and wait.
VS
DING DING DING
Corey Graves: As this match gets under way, I'd like to personally welcome to commentary the A- Lister, The most MUST SEE Champion in UWF History, the Intercontinental Champion, The Miz. How's it going Miz?
The Miz: Thank you for that introduction Corey and despite that little sneak attack last week, I'm doing extremely well. I've got a hot wife, a beautiful baby girl at home and I get to stomp Roman's face in to defend my Intercontinental Championship, life couldn't be better.
Enzo decides to step out of the ring and let Roman start things off, yelling out words of encouragement like, "You got this big dawg". Bill Gunn, being the larger of the two Billy's decides to step up and start the match. They walk up to each other and get in each other's face until Roman smirks and turns his back on him. Gunn is infuriated by the show of disrespect and so he opts to make him regret that as he goes after him while his back is turned. He hits a few clubbing blows that make Roman stumbles into the ropes. Gunn tries to shoot him off but Roman reverse and sends him running instead. Gunn comes off the ropes and runs right into a jumping clothesline by the Big Dog. Roman walks over to the ropes and smack talks The Miz.
The Miz: Why don't you concentrate on your opponent instead of me! You see this is just one reason of many on why I'll beat Roman. He's too easily distracted.
Roman is busy jacking his jaw that he doesn't see Kidman come over to hit him with a jumping enziguri from the apron! Roman turns away and walks right into the arms of Bill Gunn who lifts him up and drops him with a powerful spinebuster! Gunn then comes over and makes the tag to Kidman. Billy hops over the ropes and hits a running shooting star on Roman. Before the ref can even drop down to make a count, Roman throws him off of him and tries rushing to his feet. Kidman hits the ropes and comes back with a drop kick to the face that staggers Roman who leans against the middle rope. Kidman comes running over but Roman gets up and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl slam! He hooks the leg for the cover.
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Kidman kicks out! Enzo is hopping up and down and begging Roman to make the tag. Roman throws Billy into the corner and starts ramming his shoulder into his midsection over and over. He looks up at Enzo and kind of shakes his head but makes the tag. Enzo comes in full of energy. He's moving his feet, trying to show off his foot work while jabbing at the air. He winds up his fist like he's about to take a big swing but instead puts Kidman in a headlock.
Mauro Ranallo: Enzo Amore not taking Billy Kidman too seriously.
The Miz: At least now he knows how seriously his opponents take him. Only difference is Billy can kick his ass.
Enzo is wrenching down on the head of Kidman but Billy is able to lift him up for a belly to back suplex, Enzo however flips over and lands on his feet. Enzo charges at him but ends up eating a dropsault. Kidman crawls over to his corner but Enzo comes to and runs over, jumping on top of Kidman and putting him a headlock again but this time hammers away at the back of his head until the ref makes the count of 4. Enzo brings Kidman back up to a vertical base and gives him a headbutt to the face! Kidman falls onto the middle rope and Enzo goes over and places his knee on the back of his head, choking him on the middle rope, forcing the referee to make the count.
Enzo puts his hands up like he did nothing wrong before going back after Kidman. He grabs Billy by his hair and talks a little smack to him, saying he won't ever amount to nothing. He places him position for a DDT but Kidman is close to the ropes and manages to lift him up in sort of a back body drop but Enzo lands on the apron. Kidman grabs onto the ropes and is able to slingshot Enzo back into the ring, catching him on his shoulder before hitting a fireman's carry neckbreaker!
The Miz: There you go Kidman! I taught him that!
Tom Phillips: Sure you did.
Corey Graves: You don't know the intricacies of the type of training these guys go through with The Miz. How ever do you find the time Miz?
The Miz: It's tough but as the face of a generation, it's just one of my many duties.
Enzo is slow to recover while Roman is stretching his hand out for the tag. Kidman is slower after taking more punishment but is closer and manages to make the tag! Gunn comes in as Enzo stands up and turns around and eats a punch straight to the jaw. The hit wakes him up and he gets right back to his feet only to get knocked back down with another. Enzo gets up a third time but this time Gunn grabs him and lifts him up high in a military press. It looks like he's about to drop him but then he turns and chucks Enzo at Roman knocking him off the apron!
Both Enzo and Roman are trying to pick themselves up off the mat but on the inside of the ring, Billy Kidman has come in and he and Gunn look at each other and nod. The crowd slowly claps to hype him up, them being surprisingly behind the Hired Gunns as Kidman runs to the ropes and jumps clear over them to land on both Roman and Enzo, taking them both down!
Mauro Ranallo: Kidman wiping out Enzo and Roman like Pusha -
The Miz: Like The Miz will do to Roman at the King of the Ring! Man you guys ever see Kidman fly through the air like that?
Tom Phillips: Yeah all the ti-
The Miz: I taught him that!
Kidman grabs Enzo and throws him back into the ring. The Certified G slowly starts to rise as Billy stalks him. Once hes leaned over, Gunn comes over to go for the FameAsser but Enzo moves out of the way just in the nick of time and Gunn falls on his ass. Enzo goes to his corner to make the tag but Roman is still down on the outside. He turns around and eats a stinger splash from Gunn that makes him stumble out of the corner. Gunn scoops him up and throws him away with a fallaway slam before going over to make the cover.
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2 . . .
Amore kicks out! Gunn bring Enzo back to a vertical base and throws him over his shoulder. He starts walking over to his corner where Kidman is but Enzo manages to wiggle his way out and drop down behind him. Gunn turns around and eats a dropkick that stagger him long enough for Enzo to run to his corner where Roman now stands and looks pissed off as he finally gets to tag in! He comes in and gives Gunn a stiff uppercut followed by another one to Kidman that knocks him off the apron. Gunn comes back up only to get lifted up and planted with a Samoan drop! Reigns leans back on him for the cover.
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2 . . .
Gunn kicks out! Roman walks over to his corner and cocks his fist before slamming it into the mat. Kidman gets onto the apron to distract Roman and so Reigns runs over for the superman punch but he drops down just in time to avoid it. He shit talks Roman and points to his head for outsmarting him but Enzo comes flying off the apron with a crossbody! Roman laughs at him and turns his attention back to Gunn but Billy is up already and kicks him in the gut. He then goes for the FameAsser but Roman uses his strength to hoist him up into the air and drops him with a powerbomb! Roman stares down the Miz as he makes the cover.
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2 . . .
But Roman lifts up Gunn's head to break up the pin!
The Miz: Roman's not done with Billy Gunn yet.
The Miz: He was about to kick out, he's just trying to look cool. You know who doesn't have to try to look cool, The Miz.
Enzo gets back on the apron and yells for Roman to make the tag. Reigns looks at him and chuckles before tagging in Enzo who goes up top. Roman grabs a hold of him and throws Enzo off the top with the Bada Boom Shakalaka and he lands right on top of Gunn, hooking the leg for a deep cover as Roman stares at The Miz.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the team of Roman Reigns and Enzo Amore!
The Miz throws off his headset and just raises his Intercontinental Championship up at Roman shaking his head while Roman motions for the belt around his waist. Enzo meanwhile is celebrating like no tomorrow, slapping the chest of Roman and telling him that title is gonna be his and acting as his hype man. Roman just kind of laughs it off while Enzo leaves and heads to the back, he and Miz still staring each other down until the live feed goes elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see the figure of Paul Heyman standing behind a podium, as the watermark below indicates that this presentation is being broadcasted from a satellite. The advocate promptly adjusts his tie before speaking—
Paul Heyman: “What a wild world we live in now.”
Paul Heyman: “Look at the competitors chomping at the bits. Look at the sharks circling, smelling blood. It’s a brand-new world here in the UWF. There’s more drive, more hunger – than there’s ever been. Nowadays, when a newly signed takes to the microphone, you can see how he takes shots at the top brass, hoping that the brass, Cesaro, will recognize him, and oblige his requests – his hopes and dreams. I’ve been in that position before – the up and comer – and I’d be a liar if I said that I didn’t like all this newfound hunger and ambition. But, since I’ve become so adept in climbing the ladder, I found out along the way, when I was young, bold, and brazen, that there was a certain etiquette you had to display when you stepped into the locker room each and every night. You shook everyone’s hand, you ‘paid your dues’, you went out for drinks with the boys if they invited you. I’m not saying that I don’t see that in any of this newly-signed talent. Not at all. But rather, it’s an embarrassment that there’s a special someone – a veteran – that’s been here for a while that’s conveniently forgotten all of these traditions; that special someone is Chris Jericho.”
Paul raises his index finger into the air, to bring the pointer of Chris. He continues.
Paul Heyman: “Chris Jericho – the same man who calls himself the Greatest of All-Time but has also allotted himself to be the hangnail of the upper-midcard for the past year or so. Well, as it so happens, over these past couple of weeks, it looks like Mr. Jericho has finally become self-aware. He’s finally… fessed up to reality – only to some extent. He’s now realized that he’s not the one holding the Television Championship, The Money in the Bank Contract, the Intercontinental Championship, or the UWF Championship; he realized he’s holding nothing. He realized that the only thing he’s holding, is holding back, his pride and ego from exploding. At that point, it’s pretty clear why you’d feel the need to attack both the UWF Champion and the man who calls himself the Champion of Champions."
Paul laughs to himself heartedly before continuing.
Paul Heyman: “Now, he's forgotten all of those aforementioned traditions. Now, it's all about him - no one else - it has to be. He's using his pull, and he's got to make it count. But, I’m just here to tell you, Chris, that no matter how many times you blindside Cesaro, that no matter how many times you try to use your pull with these publicity stunts against the UWF Champion; the end result will remain all the same. Cesaro will conquer you. Like Sheamus. Like Miz. Like Marseglia. You too, you will fall, in fourth succession. The Miz and Vinny Marseglia, they did exactly what you’ve done to Cesaro these past couple of weeks. They tried to blindside the Champion, they tried to get under his skin, they tried to wear him down – and they’re both masters at this. But, it didn’t work, it just didn’t work. I mean, by all accounts, it should’ve worked, right? Well, I’ll tell you why it didn’t work; through all of his superhuman feats of strength and athleticism, there’s one intangible category that’s greater than all of this attributes: Heart. When his arms are feeling weary and his legs are weak, it’s his heart that keeps him going. So, when you’re facing Cesaro, Chris, and you’re feeling weak, and you can feel the end is near, and you feel like there’s not much left in the tank—”
Heyman inches closer to the podium with this inquisitive smirk on his face, as he finishes things off.
Paul Heyman: “What’s going to stop you from being another domino, on the domino effect, that is Cesaro’s godlike title reign?”
Paul stares intensely into the camera after the ominous question, as the scene fades to black. Likewise, Revolution rolls on.
DING! DING! DING!
As this match gets under way both men meet in the middle of the ring standing toe to toe with one another. Jericho shoves Bate backwards, yelling various obscenities at him in the process. Bate just glances at Jericho for a moment and then comes right back with a shove of his own, back stepping Jericho. Y2J gives Tyler the evil eye and lunges for him, but Tyler ducks and when Jericho turns around he finds himself on the receiving end of some chops to the chest, forcing him against the ring ropes. Tyler grabs Jericho by the arm and sends him into the ropes. Jericho counters, sending Bate to the ropes instead, and drops Bate to the ground with his shoulder. Jericho dashes towards the ropes, and on the rebound leaps over Bate, and then on the rebound Tyler leaps right over Jericho. On the final comeback Tyler tries to send Jericho over with a hip toss to which Jericho smartly counters into a hip toss of his own. Tyler is so athletic though, and does a complete front flip and lands on his feet by the ropes. Y2J tries to get the better of Bate but instead Bate grabs Jericho and tosses him out of the ring threw the second rope.
Corey Graves: This is some hot action right from the start!
Jericho gets back to his feet pretty fast and looks completely irate. Instead of getting back in the ring he makes his way over to the ring bell area and grabs the microphone as the referee starts his count.
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JERICHO: Do you want to know what happens to stupid idiots that toss me out of the ring? Do ya?! Well I'll tell ya what happens!
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TYLER BATE! You just made the list!
Jericho pulls his list off of a nearby seat and writes in Tyler's name before getting back in the ring at just the nick of time. Tyler was waiting for him though because he kicks Jericho right in the gut as he is getting into the ring, and then continuously stomps on Jericho until he rolls back out onto the ring apron. Jericho uses the ropes to get to his feet as Bate makes his way over. Jericho slingshots himself into the gut of Tyler as he approaches him. Jericho then launches himself over the top rope, flipping over Bate and rolling him up for a pinning combination. Instead of a pin however Jericho grabs onto the legs of Tyler Bate as he stands up and tries to turn Bate over into the Walls of Jericho!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh My! Jericho is looking for an early finish here.
Corey Graves: Indeed but it is clearly way to early for this he will never get it locked in.
Jericho tries his hardest to turn Tyler over but to no avail as Tyler manages to power out, spinning Jericho off and to the mat. Bate crawls over to the corner to regroup, but once again Jericho is to his feet and and follows right being Tyler. He begins a series of kicks and punches that send Bate tumbling out of the corner trying to escape into the corner opposing him. Jericho is still on the offensive as he places Bate's arms behind the corner turnbuckle and delivers a chop to the chest heard all throughout the arena. He then grabs Bate and sends him zooming across the ring, hitting the corner turnbuckle hard as he stays there dazed momentarily. Jericho is yelling at the crowd saying various things to get them pumped up as he races from one end of the ring to the other and connecting with a dropkick that caused Bate to crash all the way down to the bottom turnbuckle. Jericho sticks his boot right on the throat of Bate and leaves it there right up until the referee counts five. Jericho drags Bate into the center of the ring and puts his shoulders to the mat...
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KICKOUT!
Bate gets the shoulder up and frustration is beginning to set in for Chris Jericho as he looks over to Tyler Bate who is now crawling towards the ropes for some extra leverage to get to his feet. Jericho grabs him, lifts him up and then plants him with a vertical Suplex. Jericho is getting all fired up now as he looks over to Bate, runs at the ropes, leaping off backwards from the second rope, thinking Lionsault. Jericho completes his rotation, only to be met by a pair of knees to his stomach courtesy of Tyler Bate. Jericho grabs his mid section is agony as Tyler uses this time to regroup and figure out where to go from here.
Mauro Ranallo: What an even match we have tonight.
Corey Graves: Absolutely, but in the end there can only be one.
Both men are slow to their feet, with Jericho rolling out of harms way and to the arena floor. Tyler as well rolls out of the ring to try and cut Jericho off at the pass, and the referee once again begins to count the men out.
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Jericho is making his way to his feet and Tyler is stalking him the entire time. As soon as his moment is right Bate races toward Jericho, who has been playing possum all along and hits a wonderfully placed back body drop, causing Bate to come crashing down threw the Spanish announce table.
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Jericho, still recovering from the knees to the gut, rolls into the ring and then right back out, enabling the referee to reset his count. He rolls back to the outside and grabs Bate, who is seemingly out cold from the crash threw a table, and tosses his body into the ring. Jericho slides in right after him, hooking a leg.
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Somehow Tyler Bate still gets the shoulder up in time and Jericho just cannot believe it. Chris gets to his feet and brings Bate as well, and as he is picking him up he is talking trash to him and then slaps him in the face. Bate goes right back down to the mat as Jericho chuckles to himself. Chris exits the ring, and makes his way up to the top turnbuckle, where he remains perched in wait of Bate getting up. Bate is all out of sorts as he tries to get to his feet, and the moment he does is the moment when Jericho leaps off the turnbuckle, only to be smacked with a desperation dropkick from Bate, once again dropping Jericho with a shot to the gut.
Corey Graves: This is the opening that Tyler Bate's needs. Use this time to catch your breath and get the job done.
Both men are slow to get to their feet, and both men manage to make it to their feet at the same time. Jericho tosses out a right hand, but it is blocked by Bate, who returns with one of his own. Jericho tries again with the same outcome. Bate plants Jericho face first into the mat with a thunderous DDT. Bate quickly hope on tope of Jericho and lets the referee do his thing.
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Jericho still has far to much gas in the tank as he easily kicks out before three. Bate glares at Jericho and nods in approval, and quickly makes his way to his feet. Tyler takes a moment to regain his composure while Jericho remains on the mat stirring about trying to get up. Tyler goes out onto the ring apron and begins the slow ascent to the top rope. Jericho is there to meet him at the top trying to block whatever it is that Tyler Bate has in mind, but Bate headbutts him off of the turnbuckle. It is not enough however because Jericho is immediately back on the attack, trying to knock Bate off. Tyler however fights back, and in the midst of this gets his footing on the top rope. Bate slams Jericho's head onto the turnbuckle, dazing him for a moment. That split second though allows Tyler to hook Jericho's arms tight and using every ounce of strength, lifts him up and crashing down to the mat with an incredible tope rope Tyler Driver!
Mauro Ranallo: Holy crap!
Corey Graves: Holy crap is right that was an amazing maneuver!
The impact of the move affects Bate as well, who is quite clearly shaken up and in pain after launching himself off the ropes with Jericho. He crawls his way over to Jericho and drapes his arm over him enough that the referee can officially make a count.
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In an incredible turn of events, Chris Jericho is still in the match. Tyler Bate is grabbing at his hair in disbelief as Jericho still has not moved from where he landed. He rolls over to his stomach, making a very slow attempt at recovery. Tyler Bate has other plans as he once again slowly makes his way over to the ring apron, willing himself to step up onto the top turnbuckle. Chris Jericho is stirring about on the mat, and seems completely unaware that Bate is stalking him from above. Tyler waits very patiently for Jericho to get to a vertical base, and once he does, Bate leaps off, but once again Jericho was playing possum and hits Bate with a Codebreaker out of nowhere! Bate absolutely toppled to the mat and does not move an inch as Jericho scrambles over to make a cover.
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DING! DING! DING!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER, CHRIS JERICHO!
Revolution takes a break from the action as Johnathan Coachman is seen backstage.
Johnathan Coachman: Ladies and gentleman I am here tonight on Revolution with my first guest for the night…
Bubba appears from the lockeroom and looks at The Coach with a hard look.
Coachman: Now Bubba lately you haven’t been active around the UWF for a noticeably little while. Can we get some insight of your whereabouts from the past several weeks?
Bubba Ray Dudley: Sure Coach. You see I’ve been pulling myself together for the past couple of years ago. I’ve been eating better. I’ve been sleeping better. And I’ve actually been exercising a little bit. I’ve been feelin’ good ‘bout myself, y’know? But last month I’ve been hittin’ a rough patch. I’ve been depressed and I’ve been hittin’ the sauce more then ever and I’ve felt like all of that progressive that I’ve accomplished has gone down the damn drain. Do I look fat to you still?
Coachman: Uh…
Bubba Ray Dudley: No go ahead, say it. All that friggin’ weight I lost I gained back in a matter of weeks. I’m as heavy as ever and I feel like absolutely shit! So why come back now Coach? Why did Bubba Ray Dudley come back to Revolution even though he’s a fat piece of shit? Was this a perfect time for me to come back? Well I have the solution to all of those questions right here. With what you may ask? Well as a matter of fact I was in Vegas after my Money in the Bank ladder match and I happened to stumble upon this little gal. Come here, honey!
Bubba Ray Dudley motions someone to come over as Velvet Sky makes an appearance on the screen.
Velvet Sky: *obvious fake New York accent* Are you talkin’ to me, Bubba Bear?
Bubba Ray Dudley: Of course I am you! Get over here and give a kiss from your Bubba!
Bubba and Velvet share a passionate kiss before Bubba looks back at Coachman with a smile.
Bubba Ray Dudley: Y’see Coach, this woman don’t give no damns what I look like. Hell me and her have been hittin’ the booze hard ever since we got married at Vegas. I’m proud to say that I finally found somebody that makes me truly happy. I can be myself and whip as much as a possible without bein’ yelled at by some dumb broad.
Velvet Sky: *obvious fake New York accent* Ok now listen here you. Just because I like seeing you bloody up people doesn’t mean that I’m gonna bail your ass outta jail. Y’here me?
Bubba Ray Dudley: Yes I do babe. Now wait in the car and we’ll hit up the bar.
Velvet Sky leaves as Bubba turns back to Coachman.
Bubba Ray Dudley: God I love the way she walks away.
Coachman: So tell me what are your thoughts on Zack Ryder’s return by posing as your best friend and boss, for the lack of better term?
Bubba sighs before speaking.
Bubba Ray Dudley: Oh yes. I know about that little turd. Let’s just say that I ain’t happy ‘bout that stunt that he pulled. I haven’t talked to the man in forever and for I knew Spike could’ve returned without me knowing? But Zack Ryder? Bro… what a douche canoe. Look I’ll give the kid the benefit of the doubt. He’s accomplished so much in the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. He’s been…. Err… he’s been a General Manager of Smackdown for like two weeks. And he’s been a champion of some sort… I think. Actually no I think I’m mistaken. I don’t think Zack Ryder has done anything of significance. As least nothing that I can remember anyways.
Bubba smiles to himself before speaking again.
Bubba Ray Dudley: But if that asshole can steal the Dudley’s thunder and thinks he’s gonna be a bigger star then Spike Dudley was, woooah man he’s got another thing coming’. That little cameo freak and his Aussie woman were hoping to make a big impact for his return and turn some heads. Well guess what Zack? You managed to turn my head around. You retired Spike after dominating an entire brand, but I’m gonna retire your ass after just one show! Next week, I’m bettin’ that Zack’s gonna make a bigger impact than anticipated, ‘cuz I’m gonna toss his dumbass across that friggin’ ring! See you next week, kid.
Bubba turns around but looks at Coach one last time.
Bubba Ray Dudley: Looks like this was a perfect time to come back after all.
Bubba Ray Dudley moves out as Revolution heads somewhere else.
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.
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.
DING DING DING
Hardy runs Sweeney into the corner, with a clothesline, Hardy sends out another five hurried clotheslines into the corner Hardy steps away as Sweeney falls down into the corner into a seated position. Hardy pulls Sweeney by his legs out from the corner he hooks both legs.
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Hardy moves around Sweeney putting him into a headlock on the ground. Hardy bites down on Sweeney's ear. Sweeney kicking his legs up and down trying to push Hardy off him. Sweeney able to elbow Hardy in the side of the head forcing him to let go off the hold both men quickly shoot to their feet and stare each other down, Hardy runs towards as Sweeney quickly arm drags Hardy.
Sweeney runs full force at Hardy, as he is getting to his knees. Sweeney hits a knee to the side of the face on Hardy as he is trying to stand up.
Mauro Ranallo: What a knee from Sweeney he seems more annoyed than normal.
Corey Graves: He is the Transatlantic champion for a reason.
Sweeney quickly flips over Hardy and attempts a pin him.
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Hardy kicks out with force. Sweeney argues with the referee mimicking the referee counting on his hand.
Corey Graves: That was an obvious slow count who hires these referees!
Tom Phillips:If that was a slow count Corey, Booker is a good commentator!
Hardy holds onto the second rope as he pulls himself up while Sweeney argues with the referee. Sweeney turns around notices Hardy holding himself up with the top rope. Sweeney runs full force at Hardy with his arm out, Hardy notices this and pulls down the top rope. Sweeney goes over the top rope landing on the outside on his feet, shortly after Sweeney's knee gives out as he is kneeling down on one leg, holding his right knee. Referee starts to count.
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Hardy quickly rolls under the bottom rope. He grabs onto Sweeney's hair he quickly whips Sweeney into the steel steps. Sweeney's knees both ram into the steel sending him flipping over the steps.
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Hardy is able to roll back into the ring as Sweeney is stirring on the outside.
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Sweeney is able to get up and roll into the ring, into a crazed Hardy who was laying in wait for Sweeney to roll in, Hardy quickly lifts Sweeney to his feet Hardy attempts a twist of fate but Sweeney pushes Hardy face first into the ring post. Hardy draped over the top turnbuckle, Sweeney pulling Hardy out of the turnbuckle by the waist, Sweeney pulls Hardy into a german suplex. Sweeney keeps hold of the waist and stands up with Hardy still in his grasp and goes for another german suplex. Sweeney rolls around Hardy again and hits a third german suplex onto Hardy.
Corey Graves: Look at the power from Sweeney
Mauro Ranallo: The power shown by Sweeney, shades of Eddie Guerro's three amigos!
Sweeney goes for the pin on Hardy
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Hardy kicking out at a solid two. Sweeney quickly grabs Hardy by his hair and pulls him to his feet, Sweeney hits Hardy with a swinging neck breaker. Hardy rolls over onto his stomach as Sweeney quickly gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, on the way back Sweeney jumps and stomps onto Hardy's back with force.Sweeney stands looks to the crowd. Sweeney double knees to the back to follow up the stomp, Sweeney grabs his right knee he seems to have tweaked his right knee again. Sweeney turns Hardy over for a pin.
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Hardy kicks out at two! Sweeney grips onto Hardy's hair. Hardy kicks out Sweeney's right knee. Sweeney gets up and throws out a clothesline at Hardy, Hardy ducks the clothesline reverses it into a side effect, Hardy gets to his knees and starts throwing down elbows into the back of the head of Sweeney. The referee pulls the crazed Hardy off Sweeney. Hardy is stalking Sweeney as he gets up to his feet again, Hardy runs at Sweeney hitting him with a running cross body. Hardy starts throwing his arms out to the side yelling "Delete" as the crowd joins in with Hardy.
Tom Phillips: Hardy looking to end looks like Matt is going for the twist of fate!
Corey Graves: I don't think this is where Sweeney loses he has faced much crazier people than Hardy, Tom!, He is the transatlantic champion for a reason.
Tom Phillips: That's not even a real title Corey
Hardy kicks Sweeney in the gut as Sweeney gets to his feet and hits the twist of fate on Sweeney. Sweeney rolls under the ropes almost out of instinct away from the crazed Hardy. Hardy quickly rolls out of the ring and whips Sweeney back into the ring quickly following him in and attempts a pin.
Corey Graves: Look at our Transatlantic Champions ring awareness, Tom this is why you should shut your mouth!
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Sweeney kicks out! Hardy mounts Sweeney and starts unloading punches onto Sweeney, the referee pulls Hardy off Sweeney and is telling him he will disqualify him if he keeps that up. Sweeney as the referee tells Hardy crawls to the corner, uses it to lift himself to his feet and Sweeney turns and undoes the turnbuckle cover, exposing the turnbuckle. Hardy starts running at Sweeney not realizing the turn buckle being exposed. Sweeney moves out of the way of Hardy's advance. Hardy stops before running into the turnbuckle and laughs at Sweeney for attempting to expose the turnbuckle. As Hardy turns around to look at where Sweeney has got to he is met with a dropkick from Sweeney, Hardy's back and head bounces off the exposed turnbuckle, Hardy falls onto his back. Sweeney looks up and down at the top rope and Hardy back and forth. Sweeney hobbles over to the turnbuckle climbing it slowly but surely. Sweeney jumps off the top rope onto Hardy on the ground hits a sick looking 12 Large Elbow drop! Sweeney goes for the cover, hooking both legs!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Larry Sweeney!
Corey Graves: Sweeney is moving on to the next round and I for one hope he becomes a dual Champion!
Sweeney celebrates his run to the finals while the show goes elsewhere.
As the in-ring action concludes for a moment, things head to an area of the backstage where Vinny Marseglia is standing with his back to the camera, his axe visible in his clutches.
Vinny Marseglia: It’s down to the final four. After tonight, there will only be two men left to fight for the King of the Ring crown. That excites you, because in your mind, you winning the tournament is a foregone conclusion. And now that you’re close enough that you can see your goal, it seems like even more of a certainty. But this is as far as you get, tonight is when I reach up and pop that dream cloud and when you wake up you’re going to be right back where you were before, scratching and clawing to try and make something of yourself again, the weight of another failure making your burden heavier and the path ahead uncertain.
Because with your elimination from the tournament, there will be no clear path to contendership for you. You’ll have missed out on getting to compete for the UWF Championship and the Intercontinental Championship and my Television Championship already have challengers waiting in the wings. And I don’t know that you’ll get to stand in the back of any of those lines. Ethan may decide to give you the Chris Jericho treatment and stop giving you opportunities, and you won’t have it in you to create your own.
Vinny turns to face the camera as he points straight ahead with the axe.
Once I get done with you, you won’t have the fire at your disposal to burn anything down. You’ll be lucky if you have enough to keep yourself warm after the coldness of a repeat setback washes over you. That foregone conclusion you settled on has you thinking you can go through the motions of competing without actually putting effort forth, but you’re going to find out very shortly that when you try to phone it in with Vinny Marseglia, you get disconnected.
Vinny lowers his axe and points to his own eyes with the use of the pointer and middle fingers on his free hand.
Through the eyes of underestimation, no one looks formidable.
He turns his hand so that he’s now pointing the two fingers forward.
So if you don’t focus and wisen up to the fact that the reality about who I am is what I’ve stated and not what you’ve assessed, you’re going to need to live up to your moniker of “Architect” to rebuild what I destroy because like I said, I’m leaving you with nothing.
Vinny drops his arm to his side.
And I don’t tell you that to sound spooky, I do it because while the manner in which I accomplish it remains unpredictable, I’m transparent about the intended end result with anyone and everyone. So if you want to call what I oversee a glass kingdom in that respect, then that’s something I agree with.
But the thing about glass is even if you break it, you aren’t going to walk away unscathed. Much like playing with fire gets you burned...
Vinny raises his axe and his other arm and touches the weapon to his hand before cutting across it in a quick motion, the sound of the flesh tearing audible but the expression on his face unchanging as he turns his hand so the open wound is visible.
Playing with sharp edges makes you bleed.
Vinny lowers the axe as he moves the wounded hand around, looking down at the floor to where the blood is dripping. After a moment of this, Vinny turns and walks offscreen as the camera gradually pans down to the floor where it can be seen that, “SETH” has been spelled out.
Camera fades into Velveteen Dream walking out of his locker room and Cathy Kelley is standing there with a microphone and a camera guy standing in front of her. Velveteen already knows that she wants an interview, and just tries hurry to get it over with.
Cathy Kelley: Velveteen Dream, tonight you face Drew Gulak in singles competition. Now this is not the opponent you wanted to face one on one tonight, and I must ask. Are you upset?
Velveteen Dream: How do you think the Dream feels? I am very upset, but just because he got away from my grasp this week, doesn't mean he can escape me forever. *Velveteen Dream looks at the camera* Adam Cole, the Dream hopes you enjoy those "interviews" of yours, but when you're done with those, the Dream wants you to watch his match, and see what the Dream will finally do once he gets his hands on you.
Cathy Kelley: Do you think your obsession to get vengeance on Adam Cole will be a distraction for you in your match with Drew Gulak tonight?
Velveteen Dream: I'm not obsessed with anybody. In fact, people are obsessed with the Dream. Every word the Dream sprouts out people cling on to every single one of them. The Dream puts people into trances with the way he talks. Look the Dream is so good at it you're getting lost in thought. *Velveteen Dream snaps*
Cathy Kelley was in tranced with what Velveteen Dream was saying, but when he snapped, she came out of it.
Cathy Kelley: Uh... I'm sorry. I got a little lost in thoug-
Velveteen Dream: It's what the Dream does. Like I said, people cling on to every one of my words. Now I'm gonna go get ready for my match with Drew Gulak, but before I do. *Velveteen Dream stares into the camera again* Drew Gulak, you are just a warm up for the Dream, and when the Dream beats you, he's gonna show Mr. Carter why the Dream should be next in line for that Television Championship. The Dream is coming for that title when the Dream is done with the rat of UWF.
Velveteen Dream leaves and the camera fades to black with Cathy Kelley a little dazed as to what happened at the end of the interview.
vs.
All of a sudden you hear Velveteen go YOW! and Velveteen's theme starts and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd, and poses. The crowd proceeds to cheer and chant for Velveteen even though he is making it very clear he wants absolutely nothing to do with them.
Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.
Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning he gets down and rolls on the ground Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.
He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
The opening bars of the song play in showing Drew Gulak delivering speeches interspersed with people in submissions on the titantron. When the song kicks into full gear he walks out in a robe and wrestling gear holding up a sign with a logo promoting one of his various poilicies.
Tony Chimel: Coming down to the ring weighing at 193 lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania he is The Master of 1000 Powerpoint Presentations, Drew Gulak!
He places the sign against the steel steps and climbs up to the apron and after wiping his feet on the apron. He goes in through the middle rope and slowly dresses down to his ring gear making sure to hand it in a neat pile to someone from the ring crew. From there he gets into his corner, and begins stretching waiting for the bell to ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Like two men out of a wildfire, the two respective talents shoot out of their corner before locking up with one another. Having the brief height, and weight advantage proves to be crucial for Dream, who shoots Gulak onto his back. Gulak holds off the opposition of Dream, by lifting his knee, which is immediately pushed aside by Dream. This leads Dream to taunt Gulak who slowly but surely rises off his base, to a small nod from his head.
MAURO RANALLO: Give both of these men credit. Neither willing to take a back step.
COREY GRAVES: Are you blind, Mauro? Dream has this match in the bag. Size goes far in this business, and that shrimp, Gulak doesn't have what it takes.
MAURO RANALLO: Size isn't everthing, Corey. Gulak is all heart, and I'm sure we'll more than see what he's worth.
The two formidable foes begin to pace around each other once more as they go for another brief tie up, but this time it is Drew Gulak who gets the upper hand. He transitions a small head lock as he pulls his body behind, Dream. A small european uppercut connects to the back of the head of Dream, as Gulak attempts to wrap his arms around the torso of Dream, who pushes his momentum backwards, casing Gulak to lose his full grasp of his foe. This brief lapse allows Dream to take a moment to send a slap across the face of Gulak, catching the master of the power point off guard. Dream follows this gesture with a quick shot to the abdomen of Gulak, before wrapping his arm around the head of his opponent, dropping backwards for an always effective DDT. Dream would pause over the prone, Gulak. Instead of taking the moment to secure a pin attempt, Dream slowly rises back to his feet as he makes a full three-sixty degree turn around the ring. Showing his true character.
MAURO RANALLO: You condone this behavior, Corey?
COREY GRAVES: When you're ahead of the game, you have every right to share your feelings. Dream doesn't feel threatened. This is mind games at its finest.
MAURO RANALLO: If Gulak has proven anything since arriving back to the UWF, its that he's not willing to go down without a fight! I'm sure we're just getting started.
Dream laid contently as Gulak slowly rose back to his base. Dream sees this as a moment to strike once more, but is immediately caught by the surprising talents forearm. Drew follows this move with a quick clothesline which takes Dream off his feet. Dream quickly rebounds back to his feet, only to be knocked right back off. Only to get back to his feet once more. This time Dream sees the shot coming, and ducks briefly. This would allow Dream to retort with a Superkick directly on the dot. This time, unlike previous, Dream goes for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
GULAK GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!
Dream doesn't looked upset by Gulak getting his shoulder up, but seems more so content with the fact he can continue his onslaught. Dream grabs a handful of Gulak and his hair as he lifts him back to his vertical base. Quicker than a hiccup was Gulak who wraps both arms around the torso of Dream as throws him freely with a belly to belly. Gulak somehow maintains control of Dream as he tightens the grasp around him for another small belly to belly. Gulak quickly gets back to his base as Dream lays upon the mat in shock. Gulak shoots towards, Dream, locking his leg with his own. Inverting a sharpshooter into an ankle lock. Going for his signature submission, the trailblazer. It appeared to be a sure fire tight clinched hold, but Dream quickly throws his weight, and boot to the side of Gulak who continues to contort Dream. We hear a small scream of agony, but Dream continues to pelt Gulak with several shots from his boot. Finally slipping the grasp, and making his own way out of it. Gulak quickly gets back to his feet, as Dream staggers, but gets back to his own vertical base as well.
MAURO RANALLO: Gulak almost had this match in the bag. I have to give props to The Velveteen Dream for making his way out of that hold. Most men would be broken in half. The fact he's still walking is a condiment to his strength.
COREY GRAVES: Who are we kidding, Mauro. Velveteen Dream was toying with Gulak. Getting his hopes up. This is gonna be over before you know it.
MAURO RANALLO: Oh come on, Corey. You see what Gulak is bringing forth. He's got the talent to surprise us all. Almost securing a win out of no where, if Gulak can reach deep into his arsenal, we can see a victory for the master of the power point.
Gulak nods his head with pride as he shoots with a small kick to the targeted leg. This causes Dream to wince, but this was all a ploy in the grand scheme of things, and Gulak would fall directly into his clutches. Upon charging at Dream, Gulak would be met with a boot directly under the chin. The Ricolli Spicolli comes out of nowhere! Some way, and some how -- Through everything that had happened to this point, Dream drops Drew Gulak. The crowd is watching eagerly as Dream shakes his leg, but uses the momentum on his side to climb to the nearest turnbuckle. A larger than life nod follows Dream, with one final smile. THE PURPLE RAINMAKER connects! This is all she wrote!!!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Although victorious here tonight, Dream has all the wear and tear from a close encounter with the talented, Drew Gulak. He makes a small turn around the ring as he slowly makes his way outside the ring. Concluding this epic encounter from two of the finest UWF had to offer.
Chris Jericho: Alrighty. Welcome everybody to this emergency Fozzy Media Visit. Thank you all for coming.
Michael McDermott, Managing Editor, Providence Journal: Just get to the point, Chris. I've got a deadline to make.
Chris Jericho: Fuck your deadline, Michael McDermott, Managing Editor for the Providence Journal. I'll go as slow as I want to.
Rich Ward: Chris, settle down. Ladies and gentlemen, we've called this press conference to gauge the negative reactions from the fans recently. It's been rather harsh.
Michael McDermott: Maybe it has something to do with Chris's wrestling.
Rich Ward: Attendance has increased tenfold since Chris returned last April. I'm pretty sure that's not the issue here.
Michael McDermott: Attendance. Not fans. You're counting people who pay for tickets, kotr those who actually enjoy the music.
Rich Ward: I guarantee those fans love our songs. I see them rocking out every night.
Michael McDermott: Exit polls say otherwise.
Rich Ward: Exit polls? Fucking exit polls? Who the hell does exit polls at a concert?
Michael McDermott: We do, and our research suggests people don't like Fozzy because they hate Chris Jericho for his latest 'antics' on television.
Chris Jericho: Let me get this straight. There is a difference between Chris Jericho the wrestler and Chris Jericho the entertainer.
Michael McDermott: And wrestling is sports entertainment. Meaning wrestling is entertainment. Yes?
Chris Jericho: Well, if you put it like that...
Michael McDermott: So there is no different between Chris Jericho the wrestler and Chris Jericho the entertainer.
Chris Jericho: No, you're misunderstanding the point. Chris Jericho fights for the UWF Championship against Cesaro. Chris Jericho the entertainer has a band, makes music, performs podcasts.
Michael McDermott: Podcasts that later get aired on the show "Revolution", which is a wrestling show.
Chris Jericho: Yes.
Michael McDermott: Meaning that Chris Jericho the entertainer blurs the line with Chris Jericho the wrestler.
Chris Jericho: No, they're the same person. It's like a person working 2 jobs.
Michael McDermott: A person who does 2 different things but ultimately the same person?
Chris Jericho: Yes! Exactly!
Michael McDermott: So there's Chris Jericho the wrestler and Chris Jericho the entertainer, who are both the same person who does 2 different things?
Chris Jericho: Yes.
Michael McDermott: And they're both you?
Chris Jericho: Yes.
Michael McDermott: So you are both Chris Jericho the wrestler and Chris Jericho the entertainer?
Chris Jericho: No. You're not getting it.
Michael McDermott: If Chris Jericho the entertainer is different that Chris Jericho the wrestler, why did you name the entertainer after the wrestler?
Chris Jericho: I didn't. Chris Jericho is my name.
Michael McDermott: Chris Jericho is your wrestling name. Why didn't you name your entertainment self Christopher Irvine?
Chris Jericho: Because people know me as Chris Jericho.
Michael McDermott: So you insist on them being different, while admitting they're the same?
Chris Jericho: Y'know what? Forget this. How ever you look at it, I'm Chris fucking Jericho. Alight? That's it. I'm the guy that makes rocking music with his mates. That's it. No titles. No nothing.
Heckler That Just Wandered In: You got that right.
Chris Jericho: Get him out of here!
Heckler That Just Wandered In: Plenty more where I came from, pal!
Rich Ward: Chris, I think we should get out of here.
Chris Jericho: You're right. This was a waste of time. Thanks for coming.
Jericho, along with the rest of Fozzy, stand up from their table and make their way down the center aisle to the exit doors. They stop at the door, seeing the large amount of people gathered outside the building.
Rich Ward: Chris, remember why we're here. Let's just walk right out, keep a straight face, try not to piss anyone off, and let's get the hell out of here. We don't need any more negative attention.
Chris Jericho: Trust me, Rich. I've got this under control.
Rich Ward: I hope you're right.
Jericho opens the doors and takes two steps down the entrance stairs. The crowd sees him and immediately boos him.
Heckler That Got Kicked Out Earlier: Fuck you, Jericho!
Chris Jericho: Fuck you too!
Rich reaches out and pulls Jericho back inside.
Rich Ward: Okay, new plan. Look out there. See that little girl over there? She's got the List merch. Maybe you could go over there, talk to her. Interact with your fans more, and better. It'll at least be a step in the right direction.
Chris Jericho: I hate this. All of it.
Rich Ward: I know you do. Don't worry, you'll get through this. We have your back.
Jericho turns to walk back out, this time with the rest of the band. They walk down the steps and through a walkway made by the steel barricades separating the crowd from the band. Jericho approaches the aforementioned minor.
Chris Jericho: Hey. Whatcha got there?
Savannah: It's the List of Savannah. It's a list of all of the people that I hate and make me upset.
Chris Jericho: Cool. Cool. Can I see it?
Savannah: Sure.
Savannah hands the List of Savannah to Jericho, who is horrified when he sees the entire list filled with one name, his name. He looks up to see who he assumes is her dad laughing at him.
Savannah's Dad: Ha! My daughter got you! Look everybody! My daughter just pranked Chris Jericho! What a loser!
Loser!
Loser!
Loser!
Loser!
Chris Jericho: Oh yeah?
Savannah's Dad: Yeah!
Chris Jericho: Well guess what.
Savannah's Dad: What?
Chris Jericho: Fuck you!
Savannah's Dad: Fuck me?
Chris Jericho: Yeah!
Savannah's Dad: Well guess what.
Chris Jericho: What?
Savannah's Dad: Fuck you!
Chris Jericho: Fuck me?
Savannah's Dad: Yeah!
Chris Jericho: You can't Fuck you me! I just Fuck you'd you! That's not how it works!
Savannah's Dad: Well guess what.
Chris Jericho: What?
Savannah's Dad: Fuck you!
Rich pulls Jericho away from the confrontation to the other side of the walkway. Jericho notices a fan with a near-empty beer bottle and gets an idea.
Chris Jericho: Hey dude, can I borrow that?
Fan With A Beer Bottle: Only half of it.
Chris Jericho: No, I meant -
The fan hits the bottle against the steel barricade, splitting it in half and giving Jericho the bottleneck.
Chris Jericho: Good enough I guess.
Savannah's Dad: Oh look, Chris's trash band has to protect him because he can't protect himself! What a pussy!
Pussy!
Pussy!
Pussy!
Pussy!
Chris Jericho: You take that back!
Savannah's Dad: And what are you going to do about it?
Chris Jericho: This!
Jericho chucks the bottleneck in the general direction of his target, but it falls short. So short, in fact, that it doesn't even eclipse the barricade on the other side of the walkway.
Savannah's Dad: My God, you are so bad. That throw was almost as terrible as that Judas song!
Chris Jericho: Judas was a bonafide classic! It's Fozzy's Pour Your Sugar On Me!
Savannah's Dad: Yeah. They have one thing in common! They're both overrated!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Judas sucks!
Fan With Half A Beer Bottle: Dude, you want the other half of that bottle?
Chris Jericho: Go for it.
The fan, instead of handing Jericho the bottom of the beer bottle, smashes it on the back of Jericho's neck, knocking him out. The crowd cheers for this, while the Fozzy members are quick to drag Jericho away. Unfortunately, the press had exited the building and recorded the entire incident.
Doctor: Well Chris, it's a good thing your friends got you over here quickly. I can get the glass out of your skin, and we can patch you up a little bit. You should be good to go for next week.
Chris Jericho: Thanks good. What even happened?
Doctor: When you fell, you landed on most of the broken glass. It's alright thought. You've been through worse.
Chris Jericho: Doc, what do you think of Fozzy?
Doctor: Eh. It's alright. Nothing too special, but not too bad either.
Rich Ward: Chris, you almost ready? We're headed to Pyeongchang, South Korea for the next show.
Chris Jericho: Just give me - ow - a few more minutes. Hopefully the doc here will hurry it up a bit.
Doctor: Going as fast as I can, Chris.
Chris Jericho: Sure you are.
End.
The scene opens up to show a random room in a hospital. There is a terminally ill child in bed, and his parents are around with a team of doctors and nurses around.
The child is on the verge of waking up and everyone is around just anticipating it. When the child finally wakes up, he removes the oxygen mask off his face.
Child: “I….. feel a little better now.”
The mother immediately begins to cry and jumps into the arms of the father, devastated by the news.
Father: “It’s ok son, you’re going to be fine. We will always love you.”
Doctor: “Randall, we have some bad news. Unfortunately the cancer in your lungs has reached a point that we don’t believe you can recover from. Not only do we not believe that you won’t be able to make it, we think you only have about two weeks left to live.”
Randall, the child, immediately bursts into tears. The parents all wrap around him and begin to console him by holding him.
Doctor: “Is there anyone or anything that you wish to have or to see that can possibly make this a little better?”
After a few minutes of heavy crying, the child finally answers.
Randall: “I’ve always been a big fan of wrestling. I’ve never got to see a UWF event live. I always wanted to see my favorite wrestler.”
Doctor: “Ah I see. Well, lucky for you, your parents know you very well. We were actually able to work that out. You’re favorite wrestler is here now. Take a look.”
The parents let go of their son, who begins to dry his eyes from the tears. He looks up and immediately a big smile shines on his sad face. The Architect, Seth Rollins walks into the hospital room right on cue and clearly brings a light of joy to the boy. Seth continues to walk in and extends his hand to the boy, who grabs it, and gives him a hand shake.
Seth: “Hey Randall, how are you feeling?”
Randall: “I’m pretty bummed out about the news the doctor just told me regarding my health. But I feel a little better now that I’ve finally got a chance to meet you.”
Seth: “I figured seeing you might help you out. You seem to be a really strong guy that’s tough, despite what the doctor says, I think you can make it out of this hospital and go home soon. I think you’ll get better. You’ll be fine, just have faith and be strong. You’re better and stronger than the cancer. Besides that, I also brought you some stuff.”
Seth has a bag that he was holding and he opens it. He pulls out a few action figures and a signed poster. He then proceeds to let the nurses take a few pictures of him, Randall and the parents and the kid is stoked with joy.
Randall: “Do you really mean that Seth?”
Seth: “Yes I do, if I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it.”
Randall: “Can you promise me something Seth?”
Seth:” I think so. What do you want me to promise you?”
Randall: “Can you promise me that you’ll beat the big bad evil man Vinny? And then that you’ll go on and win the King of the Ring? I always wanted to see you win the UWF Championship and again and be the best guy.”
Seth begins to smile before responding.
Seth Rollins: “Yes Randall, I can promise you that. I’m fighting Vinny tonight. It won’t be easy at all, but I think that I can beat him tonight. I’ll do my best to win the King of the Ring, but it won’t be easy at all. I’ve got to take everything one day at a time and one step at a time. I’m the hardest working man in sports entertainment. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here for you right now.”
The kid begins to smile again, and Seth gives him a hug before beginning to walk out of the room.
Seth: “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you again when you get better.”
The scene then fades to black.
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.
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!!!”
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and both competitors start circling the ring, well aware that the person standing in front of them can benefit greatly from just one error, finally, after a few circles have been achieved Vinny and Seth enter a collar and elbow tie-up, no one is able to get any further than the tie-up but Seth's power and weight advantage helps him and he pushes Vinny into the corner, he quickly releases his hands and traps Vinny's in the ropes which reveals his chest that gets a meeting with Seth's palm via a chop!
Mauro Ranallo: It seems like Seth has gained the upper hand in the early goings of this match
Corey Graves: It's also being heard Mauro, what a sickening chop by Seth!
Vinny tries to walk out of the corner but Seth pushes him back in where he gets another chop! Seth yells and hypes up the crowd, Seth runs to the opposite corner where he rebounds and charges at Vinny but the latter is able to move out of the corner in time and catch Seth with a picture perfect dropkick! both men are down and the camera zooms in on Vinny and we see he has a wicked smile, he gets up and picks Rollins just to send him down again with a hard forearm, Vinny gets his turn to yell at the crowd now and while he does that Seth is able to get up, Vinny turns around and Seth leaps into the air and nails a noisy enzuigiri! Vinny stumbles and almost falls but Seth quickly grabs his head and drops him with a snap suplex! Seth quickly floats over and goes for the pin!
1....
tw...
NO!
Vinny kicks out!
Tom Phillips: It's going to take more than that to beat Marseglia.
Corey Graves: Of course it's going to take more to beat Marseglia you idiot, what did Rollins do? two chops and a snap suplex?
Mauro Ranallo: There was a pretty hard sounding enzuigiri.
Corey Graves: Shut up.
Seth isn't surprised by the kick out and instead backs away from Vinny and he waits for him to get up which he does just a bit after Seth and as he does, Seth runs at him full speed and slams his neck into the mat with the Sling Blade! Seth doesn't waste time as he climbs to the rope and he leaps off with a frog splash! Seth hooks Vinny's leg
1.....
2.....
NO!
Vinny kicks out!
Seth looks at Vinny's body with desperation, knowing full well that it's too early for Blackout and not knowing what to do next, he decides to let Marseglia get back to his feet undisturbed and get a chance to deliver some offense, hoping it would give him an opening but it turns out to be a fatal mistake as the second Marseglia gets up he gets back to life and uppercuts Seth! two times! three times! four times! Seth is dazed and that gives Vinny the opportunity he wanted as he runs and rebounds off the ropes to connect with a bicycle kick!! Seth drops down and Marseglia gets on top of him and starts unleashing a barrage of punches and after a while stops to taunt the crowd, he picks up Seth and throws him into the corner then runs and rebounds off the opposite corner to connect with a forearm smash! he isn't finished though as he snapmares Seth and as Seth is dazed in the seated position Vinny rebounds off the ropes once again and dropkicks him in the face! Vinny pins him and hooks both legs.
Mauro Ranallo: What a comeback by Vinny Marseglia! to be honest I thought he was gone.
Corey Graves: I agree, kudos to him being able to save the energy for this comeback
1....
2....
NO!
Seth kicks out!
Vinny is angry
Marseglia gets on top of Seth again and throws some more punches but gets up after a short time, Seth is trying to flip over to his stomach and Vinny kicks him in the back and then sees a target, Seth's neck, Vinny starts stomping on the back of the head and after only a few kicks the referee pushes him back, Vinny laughs a little bit and picks Seth up by the arm and plants him with a Russian leg sweep, as he gets up he looks at Seth and then at the top rope, he quickly gets up and climbs the rope and leaps off of him with Redrum!
Mauro Ranallo: VINNY IS GOING TO WIN THIS THING MAMA MIA!!
But no!! Seth gets out of the way in the last second! he's able to get up and as soon as Vinny gets up too, clutching his back in pain, Seth kicks him in the gut, one time makes Vinny bend over a little bit and a second time makes him drop to one knee, Seth kicks that knee and now that Vinny is on all four Seth runs and rebounds off the ropes and jumps in the air for Blackout!
Mauro Ranallo: FORGOT WHAT I JUST SAID, SETH IS WINNING THIS MATCH, MAMA MIA!!!!
Corey Graves: You gotta stop getting so excited
But no!! Vinny slides out of the way in the last second, he gets up and jumps in the air, grabbing Seth on his way down and drops him onto his knees with the backstabber! he then quickly jumps to the top rope and leaps off with Redrum that finally connects!!
Corey Graves: OK now you can get excited.
Mauro Ranallo: VINNY MARSEGLIA WITH REDRUM!!! HE'S ADVANCING IN THE KING OF THE RING TOURNAMENT!!!!!!
1.....
2.....
3
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Your winner, and advancing in the King Of The Ring tournament... VINNY MARSEGLIA!!!
Vinny stands up as the referee hands him his belt, and he raises it high over head, as he looks down at Rollins with an eerie stare, as Revolution comes to a close tonight.
END OF SHOW
Credits:
Khali vs Undertaker - Semi
Guevara vs Low Ki - Danny
Hired Gunns vs Enzo & Roman - Danny
Punk vs Rude - Gurt
Jericho vs Bate - Redbull
Dream vs Gulak - Koopa
Hardy vs Sweeney - Jye
Rollins vs Vinny - Yano