Post by Danny on Sept 1, 2018 2:45:52 GMT -6
Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing the excited faces of the UWF faithful. The whole crowd seemingly chant "UWF! UWF! UWF!" in a never ending fashion. The camera then cuts to ringside where Tom Phillips, Corey Graves and Mauro Ranallo are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: The King of the Ring is just two weeks away and I can't wait! We'll see the champion and the challenger face off in the ring for a very special Miz Tv tonight!
Tom Phillips: Keeping up with the booming activity in the company, we'll see two new wrestlers debut tonight as well as a returning Zack Ryder facing off with a man who took um-bridge with how he debuted at the expense of his brother Spike Dudley, Bubba Ray.
Corey Graves: Ugh I'm tired to talking about Dudley's. I did that all last year. Let's talk about Swagger vs Violence when Jimmy Jacobs takes on Rick Rude.
Mauro Ranallo: That'll be a huge match but the Television Championship is also on the line as Vinny Marseglia takes on Drew Gulak who finally gets his opportunity at the title. Can he break out of this rut with a huge win?
Corey Graves: And then of course it's our champion Cesaro taking on Brian Kendrick as well as Marty Scurll facing off against Triple H who you know can't be at 100% following his loss and beatdown including having a whole vending machine toppled on top of him.
Mauro Ranallo: It's certain to be a great encounter but first, let's head down to the ring for the opening contest.
We head down top the ring where the Undertaker is already standing in the ring.
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.
ADAM COLE BAY BAY
'Close Your Eyes And Count to F*ck' explodes through the speakers announcing the imminent arrival of Adam Cole, and the crowd reacts accordingly. After allowing a couple of seconds to build anticipation Cole strides out from the back, smiling as he absorbs the reaction.
Cole starts to make his way down the ramp, locking eyes with the camera as he does and begins addressing it directly
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 210lbs, Adam Cole!
Cole enters the ring, skips to the middle. He stands head bowed, point one finder towards him and in one single motion;
ADAM COLE BAY BAY!
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.
The four men look around and stare their respective rivals down until...
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a negative reaction. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
EC3: Look, I know you guys can't wait to get your hands on each other tonight but the more I've been thinking, the more I see a better opportunity. So I'm going to change things up tonight. The match will now be Enzo Amore once again teaming up with The Undertaker to take on Adam Cole and the Velveteen Dream. The winning team, will get a match against each other at none other than the King of the Ring. Good luck boys.
Ethan smirks and heads to the back, leaving Enzo and Dream to switch sides. the ref then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Enzo wastes no time hopping to the outside of the ring and shares some words of encouragement for The Undertaker. Taker glares at him as he turns to see Velveteen Dream strutting around the ring.
Tom Phillips: Enzo really showing his true colors this early in the match. Apparently he will not start this match.
The Undertaker pulls up his fists to each side of his face as he closes in on Velveteen Dream. Dream and Taker circle around each other before locking up. Taker lunges at Dream as Dream sidesteps him and does an arrogant and flamboyant strut away from him.
Mauro Ranallo: I’ve got to give it to Velveteen Dream here, I can’t say that I remember the last time that anyone has ever pulled such an arrogant stunt with The Undertaker.
Taker smirks and shakes his head before lunging at Dream once more, they lock up.
Corey Graves: Seriously? Taker has like a foot on every man in the ring right now and Dream really thinks he will lock up with The Undertaker?
Dream plants his feet as he tries to budge The Undertaker, but The Undertaker shoves him back making him flip head over heels. Dream gets back to one knee and rethinks his strategy. As he stands, The Undertaker closes in going for a grapple, but Dream ducks and runs to the ropes.
Tom Phillips: Dream quickly realizing that he isn’t going to last very long in a show of strength with The Deadman. If he has any chance, it’s going to be with his agility.
Taker throws a clothesline, but Dream ducks under and rebounds off the ropes one more time. Taker catches Dream with a big boot on the rebound. Dream’s head is about taken off as he falls flat on his back.
Corey Graves: I think I just saw a molar land in the third row! That big boot came out of nowhere.
The Undertaker snaps a glance to Enzo on the apron. Enzo gives him a golf clap. The Undertaker lunges towards Enzo, but Enzo drops down onto the floor before Taker can even get close.
Corey Graves: That is perhaps the smartest thing Enzo has ever done. After these past couple of weeks and all the trash talking that he has been doing towards The Undertaker, I would not want to be him right now.
Taker pulls Dream back to his feet by his hair. Latching onto his arm, Taker shoves him away but pulls him right back in for a Short Arm Clothesline. Taker keeps his hold on Dream’s arm and brings him back to his feet. Dream is leveled with yet another Short Arm Clothesline.
Tom Phillips: Unfortunately for Velveteen Dream, he is within the grasp of the Deadman. Once The Undertaker gets going, it’s nearly impossible to stop him.
Mauro Ranallo: Undertaker looking to go for a third Short Arm Clothesline here.
Taker pulls Dream back to his feet yet again. Taker shoves Dream away and brings him back in for another clothesline, but Dream ducks and runs past the Undertaker. Undertaker is forced to release his hold as Dream rebounds from the ropes and crashes into The Undertaker with a diving crossbody.
Tom Phillips: And Dream yet again using his speed to counter the Deadman.
Dream groggily gets to his feet as The Undertaker is already back on his feet. Taker spins Dream around and Irish Whips him into the corner near Enzo. Taker flashes a glare at Enzo before running full force into the corner with clothesline. Dream staggers out of the corner only to be spun around by The Undertaker. The Undertaker lifts Dream upon his shoulder and turns back to the corner.
Corey Graves: Uh-oh! It’s going to be Snake Eyes for Velveteen!
Undertaker drops Dream face first into the corner and he falls to the mat. Undertaker goes to pick Velveteen Dream back up, but Enzo tags himself in and enters the ring.
Corey Graves: And that was a Certified Tag by Enzo.
Mauro Ranallo: How long have you been sitting on that one?
Tom Phillips: You idiot! You don’t tag yourself in on The Undertaker!
Undertaker’s eyes glaze over as he lunges for Enzo. The referee steps in between them and pleads for The Undertaker to go to the outside.
Enzo goes on the offensive, locking up with Dream. Enzo gains control by putting Dream into a side headlock. He wrenches it in for a second before Dream sends him into the ropes. Enzo rebounds and levels Dream with a crossbody. Enzo is back to his feet and picks up Dream. He sends Dream to the corner. Enzo with a series of kicks in the corner as the referee counts to four. Enzo backs off of Dream. Enzo goes back in towards Dream, but Dream rolls out of his way and scrambles to his corner. Adam Cole goes to tag himself into the match but Dream backs away to prevent it. Dream is confused and throws up his hands as he and Cole argue about who should be in the ring.
Tom Phillips: And this could be the moment that ends this match for Cole and Dream.
Enzo sees an opportunity and rushes into the corner with a big splash. Dream and Cole both roll out of the ring. Enzo does the running man back to the center of the ring. Enzo begins rolling his shoulders and swinging his hips, warming up for a hater-free dance move and busts out with another running man. The crowd is booing him. Enzo continues to dance as he spins around to see The Undertaker standing right beside of him. Mid step in the running man, Enzo falls flat on his ass as The Undertaker glares down at him. Taker looks to the outside of the ring where Dream and Cole have gotten back to their feet. Taker backs into the ropes and then runs across the ring in about three steps.
Mauro Ranallo: LOOK OUT!
The Undertaker goes sailing over the top rope with a suicide dive to the outside taking out Dream and Cole. Taker picks Dream up by his hair and rolls him into the ring with his neck and chest sticking out of the bottom rope.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like The Undertaker is going through all of his greatest hits here tonight!
The Undertaker stands on the apron and runs towards Dream, jumping up for an apron leg drop and comes crashing down onto him. Dream clutches his neck as he rolls into the inside of the ring where Enzo is waiting. Dream scrambles to his feet as Enzo hits the ropes. Enzo plants Cole with a G-DDT. Dream is lying flat on his back as Enzo goes to taunt one more time with another running man.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Enzo is getting even more arrogant after Taker’s suicide dive seems to have taken the wind completely out of Dream here.
Enzo goes to his corner near The Undertaker and climbs the turnbuckle. Enzo starts ordering The Undertaker to lift him up and throw him onto Dream. The Undertaker just stands there glaring at Enzo.
Corey Graves: I believe Enzo is attempting to get The Undertaker to help him out with some Air Enzo, but it doesn’t appear to be sinking in with the Deadman.
Enzo again attempts to demonstrate with his hands just how Undertaker can lift him up and throw him onto Velveteen Dream. Taker continues to stare Enzo down. Taker slaps his hand on the thigh of Enzo Amore and steps into the ring.
Corey Graves: Ahahahaha. Taker voted no on Air Enzo and just tagged himself in. This is gold!
Enzo is livid on the top rope as the referee is ordering him to get down. Taker enters the ring as Dream is crawling to his corner. Cole is leaning on the ropes trying to make the tag. The Undertaker slowly stalks the crawling Velveteen Dream just as Dream is inches away from making the tag. Adam Cole looks up to see The Undertaker closing in on Dream. Dream is centimeters away and throws his hand back to connect the tag but Cole pulls his hand away last second and slides it past the side of his head. Adam jumps off of the apron and to the outside.
Mauro Ranallo: And Adam Cole pretty much just told Velveteen Dream if he wanted to be in the match so bad, he could have it.
Dream is staring blankly at Cole in shock just as The Undertaker grabs a handful of his hair and yanks him up to his feet. Taker cranes Dream’s neck back to look into his face just as The Undertaker drags his thumb slowly across his throat.
Tom Phillips: And it looks like The Undertaker has decided that this match is over.
The Undertaker lifts the Velveteen Dream up and puts him in the position of the Tombstone Piledriver. Taker drops to his knees and spikes Dream onto his head. Dream’s lifeless body falls onto the mat as Taker folds his arms across his chest. The Undertaker rolls his eyes back into his head and sticks out his tongue in classic fashion as the referee goes for the count.
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Tony Chimel: And here are your winners, Enzo Amore and The Undertaker!
Enzo raises his hand as if he just won the match on his own. Taker however blindsides him by grabbing him by his throat but much like last time, Enzo goes low with another kick right to the balls! Taker crumbles once more as enzo goes up to the top rope. Taker tries to get up but as he does, Enzo comes off the top with the DDG! Enzo is all smiles after taking down Undertaker and he heads up the ramp celebrating. He looks back at the ring only to see Undertaker sit up and stare him down. Enzo is a bit thrown off by this but heads to the back to get away while the live feed goes elsewhere.
The scene opens up and none other than the proud American Zeb Colter appears. He was without his follower Jack Swagger, he was alone for once. The camera lingers on him for a moment as he places one hand on his chest and the other which is holding a microphone is raised up to his face as he licks his lips and looks down into the camera and begins to speak, addressing the entire UWF universe on this great day.
ZEB COLTER | THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE
I look around this company and I see men and woman not celebrating. I see men and woman not running to the streets and celebrating this great day. I know this company is overrun with illegal immigrants and unpatriotic filth, but I am here to remind you what day this is. This day marks the birth of this great nation. This is the day the declaration of independence was signed and we became free from the rule of Britain. This is the day my ancestors helped establish the United States of America as a free country. If it wasn’t for my ancestors all of you people would be eating crumpets and drinking tea and singing God Save The Bloody Queen.
Zeb Colter looks proud as he looks up for a little bit. He nods his head a little bit as he looks proud to be a true Real-American. Zeb Colter would waste little time as he then raises the microphone back up to his face and then continues to speak back down into it.
ZEB COLTER | THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE
This is a day to be thankful to be an American. This is a day to remember what we once where. This is a day to remember what men and woman have done to keep America save, to keep it great. Thirty years ago I raised arms to protect this country. Thirty years ago I laid down in a jungle in Vietnam to protect this country, to stop an evil from destroying what we all know and love. Bullets whizzed past my head, friends died in my arms, but I never stopped fighting and even right now I have not stopped fighting. This country used to be great. It used to be that everyone celebrated Independence Day, but now nobody gives a damn because America has been stripped of what it once was. People of all colours come into this country, holding their hands out and taking what rightfully belongs to us. They come and complain about their poor lives in their war torn countries and expect our Government to give them a free ride. Well I got a message for these people, instead of coming to our country holding your hands out looking for hand-outs, how about you get a job, pay your taxes and help this country get back on its feet instead of destroying it. And if you cannot do that or you are to god damn lazy to do it, then you can just get the hell out of this country, because America belongs to Americans, not anyone who wants to go on benefits and expect us to pay them to sit on their backsides.
Zeb Colter was not getting a little bit more passionate as he raised his voice slighter and continued to deliver his message to everyone watching this exclusive video.
ZEB COLTER | THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE
These disgusting people need to be shipped out of this country, because this America right now, is a disgrace. Independence Day has become an afterthought and it makes me sick when I see nobody celebrating. UWF is just like America. It has become weak. It has become spineless. UWF folds into the demands of the illegal immigrants. It makes me sick that illegal immigrants represent this company as champions. That is like having an illegal immigrant as president; it would signal the end of this country. UWF is on its last legs because of the illegal's. I am once again fighting a war against filth, a war against an evil that needs to be stopped at all costs. The difference this time is that I am not raising a rifle to fight this war in UWF. I have a weapon to fight this war, Jack Swagger and. He is a proud American. He knows that this company is broken. He knows that as a Real-American it is his duty to fight for UWF, to fight for America. He is going to make this company great again. People of America, I want you to celebrate Independence Day. I want each and every one of you to remember that this is our day. This is the day we became the greatest nation of the planet. This is Independence Day, this is our day and don’t let anyone take it away from you. I want all of you to know that you have Jack Swagger is fighting for you. That he is on the front lines fighting for you, taking on the illegal immigrants who want to destroy America. Jack Swagger will not falter; he will fight until his dying breath to make UWF and America a better place. My name my fellow Americans is Zeb Colter and have a happy Independence Day.
We The People
Zev Colter then lowers the microphone and then turns his back to the screen as he walks away. He has delivered his speech. Change is coming to UWF. UWF is about to become a place for Real-Americans and Jack Swagger will ensure that Zeb Colters vision comes to pass.
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia standing in a nearly pitch black area with a red balloon in one hand as he looks ahead into the camera very seriously.
Vinny Marseglia: In the time leading up to Backlash, Cesaro said on several occasions that he couldn’t let his title fall into the clutches of myself or The Miz because doing so would mean the company would no longer have a positive role model as incumbent champion. He saw it, and continues to see it, as his destiny to keep that belt around his waist because should he ever fail, in his eyes he’ll be letting the company and its fan base down.
You have a similar mindset, Drew. You look at Vinny Marseglia and tell yourself that that’s not a man that needs to be representing a division, the man in your mirror is. You deem yourself a gentleman, and think not only would you carry this championship in a manner warranting their pride and praise, but it would be an aesthetic compliment to your style of dress.
Well tonight you finally get the chance to put that number one contendership to work for you. Only thing is, are you ready for it? Because this is the first time you’ve competed with me and only me. Tonight there’s going to be no one to tag out to, no one to will you on when things start looking bleak, it’s just you and the, “Horror King”.
In my opinion, sorry to burst your bubble but...
Vinny clutches the balloon between his hands now, squeezing it between his palms until it pops.
You aren’t ready for it. You think you are since you’ve been through wars to get here and have armed yourself with virtues and morals, but those weren’t wars. When you step into that ring and try to take what’s mine, that’ll be your first taste of true war. And you’ll find out quickly that your beliefs don’t do a whole lot of good when it comes to protecting yourself from getting punched in that preachy mouth or bracing your body for the inevitable Redrum.
Vinny pauses again.
When you go to war with me, it can only play out one way, with you as a prisoner of that war. The question is do I make you a casualty and send the Gentlemans’ Club flag to Orange Cassidy in a folded pattern, or do I just guarantee you’ll suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder? Either way the ending sees me leaving still owning the Television Championship, and with you bested, one step closer to becoming King of the Ring.
We take a break from the action as Bubba Ray Dudley is seen backstage.
Bubba Ray Dudley: Now let’s see… what do I think of Zack Ryder? Well the people that watched Revolution last week can tell that I’m not very fond of the little turd. Hell the people that I associate with knows how much I despise the little weasel. But if I had to sum it up in one word…. Well honestly I wouldn’t be able to describe him just using one word because Zack Ryder is many things. He’s not just a cheat. He’s not just a liar. He’s not just a nobody. Hell he’s not just a little punk ass bitch either. Any word or phrase that anyone can think of that would describe a heaping pile of dogshit would be a great way to describe Zack Ryder. But honestly I don’t care what you think about him, and I don’t care what I think about him. Because the only thought that’s gonna run through my mind after my match with him is that I should’ve whipped his ass some more.
Bubba looks at the camera.
Bubba Ray Dudley: Listen here Ryder. Take all of those fancy clothes you own, all of those stupid dumbass sunglasses and hair gel and… whatever the hell kind of shoes the kids are wearin’ these days, and go shove them up your ass. You haven’t shown your face here in quite a while and now you wanna stir up shit with me? Look I get it. You had your issues with Spike. You may have beaten him, you may have not. I don’t remember and honestly I don’t care, but all I’m sayin’ is that everyone talked about how great of a champion Spike Dudley was… meanwhile nobody gave a damn what you did in your short career here. These people don’t give a damn, and they never will.
Velvet Sky appears beside Bubba Ray.
Velvet Sky: *obvious fake New York accent* C’mom Bubba, here’s get movin’ ‘ere, eh? That bitch Emma ain’t gonna cry ‘bout her man losin’ if he ain’t ‘bout to get his ass kicked.
Bubba Ray Dudley: Comin’ babe.
Bubba Ray Dudley and Velvet Sky leave the backstage area together as Revolution heads elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring. From Manchester, England and weighing 200 pounds... Jervis COTTONBELLY!
There is a small pop from a select few in the crowd as the costumed competitor steps out of the corner to wave to the fans in a show of pure class. The jovial and gentlemanly behaviour is so endearing that even the official and Chimel are smiling as the latter prepares to announce the other competitor in tonight's contest.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent. From Perry, Oklahoma and weighing 275 pounds, accompanied by Zeb Colter... Jack SWAGGER!
The fans waste no time expressing their distaste for the patriotic All-American as he emerges from the back with his manager, the pair of them heading straight down to the ring in a no-nonsense style. Swagger is eyeing Cottonbelly in the ring like a predator eyeing his prey as he climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron. Colter, meanwhile, is carrying a rolled-up American flag on one shoulder and jawing off at the booing crowd as he heads down the ramp, then takes his place by Swagger's corner as the All-American enters the ring and heads right to it, performing some pre-match stretches while the Gentleman Jervis Cottonbelly works some of the front-row fans. The official performs his pre-match checks and then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and the bigger man in Jack Swagger comes tearing out of his corner, lining up Jervis Cottonbelly and damn near taking his head off with a brutal lariat. The Gentleman is turned inside out, landing hard on his stomach after two mid-air spins. Writhing on the ground, Cottonbelly is defenseless as Swagger looms over him and doubles over to grab him in a belly-to-belly clutch. The All-American then deadlifts Cottonbelly straight into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends him flailing through the air and crashing back to the canvas like a rag doll. As Cottonbelly lands, he scrambles for the ropes, using them in an attempt to get back to his feet. He manages as much and turns back toward the ring, but as he does he catches a big boot to the face that sends him tumbling to the outside!
Tom Phillips: Jervis Cottonbelly is being dominated here tonight by the All-American Jack Swagger.
Corey Graves: What did you expect? Swagger's a decorated athlete and he's built like a linebacker. I'd hate to be squaring up against him.
Swagger climbs out of the ring and approaches Cottonbelly, who is crawling on the floor. Grabbing him by the waist and shoulder, Swagger throws him mercilessly and shoulder-first into the barricade. Cottonbelly hits it with a loud thud and the structure shudders, but stands tall. Swagger then pulls Cottonbelly up to a doubled-over position and drives several hard knees into his gut before lifting him up in a gorilla press. The fans gasp as the All-American holds his hopeless prey in the air for five long seconds, turning toward the ring, then throws him spine-first into the unrelenting steel ringpost! Cottonbelly screams as his body nearly folds in half around the ringpost and then tumbles to the floor below. Swagger laughs menacingly while Colter shouts for him to stitch this one shut and the official counts to five. The All-American rolls into and out of the ring to reset the count, then stalks the downed Cottonbelly with a sadistic grin on his face.
Mauro Ranallo: Jack Swagger looks like a villain out of the new Purge movie. He's taking pleasure out of inflicting all of this pain!
Corey Graves: He's doing a patriot's duty and reminding Jervis Cottonbelly where he belongs — beneath his All-American boot!
Swagger is literally doing just that as he washes Cottonbelly's masked face with his foot, then hauls the Brit back up to his feet. The All-American drives a hard knee into Cottonbelly's gut to double him over, then lifts him and drops him on the apron with an absolutely ugly gutwrench powerbomb! Cottonbelly is damn near broken in half by the move, but Swagger's not done as he pulls the Brit back up and throws him into the ring, then slides in after him. The All-American heads to his corner where Colter is unfurling the American flag he brought out with him and takes the flag from his manager, climbing a turnbuckle and waving the stars and stripes like a true Patriot! The fans, however patriotic, want nothing of the unsportsmanlike display and boo the crap out of him. Swagger doesn't care as he simply shrugs, then tells them all that they're traitorous scum before standing the flag up in the corner.
Corey Graves (singing): Oh, say! Can you see...
Tom Phillips: Jack Swagger is embodying everything the world hates about Americans here in the ring tonight. This close to Independence Day, it's shameful!
Corey Graves (still singing): By the dawn's early light...
Mauro Ranallo: Well, he's about to liberate a victory from the belly of the British beast here tonight, Tom!
As Swagger turns around, Cottonbelly seems to have found his feet and the Brit charges him, looking for a lariat! Swagger sidesteps and Cottonbelly runs into the corner, staggering backwards out of it into the All-American's clutches where he is lifted up and slammed to the canvas in a body takedown. Swagger then gets to his feet with Cottonbelly's ankle in hand and locks on the Patriot Lock! The fans are raining down heat as Swagger applies maximum torque to the ankle, almost threatening to break it before Cottonbelly pounds on the canvas in submission. The official immediately calls for the bell, but Swagger keeps the hold locked in for another three or four seconds before slamming Cottonbelly's leg back down onto the canvas.
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
JACK SWAGGER!
Corey Graves: The good ol' American boy was victorious as always here on the Independence Day edition of Revolution, and you've got to love it when history repeats itself like that.
Mauro Ranallo: Except, Corey, that while the British were oppressing the Americans back during the Revolutionary War days, the only person who was at all oppressive here tonight was Jack Swagger.
Tom Phillips: You can tell by the way the fans are reacting that this was not a celebration they wanted any part of.
Swagger looms over Cottonbelly, still grinning widely as Colter enters the ring and grabs the flag, bringing it over to him. Colter hands the flag to Swagger and he plants it with a hard thrust into Cottonbelly's spine, causing the Brit to writhe some more before the All-American stomps down a boot on his skull to hold him still, then puts his hand to his chest as Colter leads him through a "We the People" chant. The people, of course, aren't really biting, but Colter's more than happy to do the job while Swagger recites it with him off-mic. The feed moves along.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see the gluttonous figure of Paul Heyman with his back turned to the camera, standing in front of a mirror. In his signature suit and all, the advocate of the UWF Champion is seen adjusting his tie inside the mirror before adjusting the cuffs on his suit jacket and button-up shirt. Paul then turns around to face the camera with that bastard grin on his face, speaking to the camera—
Paul Heyman: “Image is everything, ladies and gentlemen.”
The advocate pauses for a moment, winking his eyebrows to let it sink in.
Paul Heyman: “Image is everything – a fundamental principle of public presentation that Chris Jericho seems to have forgotten, in his desperate business venture to hopefully secure the world title. The signs were everywhere, weren’t they? What happened the week after Backlash? What did Chris Jericho do? Chris Jericho, on the week after Backlash, decided to screw the fans. That was your first mistake. You said, screw everyone, because you wanted a UWF title opportunity, and to hell with everyone else that was in line before you. Although I could – could – respect your moxie, I, could, respect your gall. But, the more I think about it, the more I find myself indifferent to any pair of balls you might’ve had, as it was such a poorly calculated risk on your end.”
Heyman condescendingly shakes his head towards the lens of the camera,
Paul Heyman: “I mean, come on! If he was with me right now, I’d implore you to take only an ample look at the champion that I represent. You might’ve weaseled your way into world title contention, but for what? You turned your back on the fans – and, admittedly, to my own personal opinion, that can be fine – but what happens when you lose? What happens when the house that you tried, vainly, might I add, to build for yourself, all comes crashing down? I ask this important question to you, Chris, because it’s not only just a very real outcome for you, heading into the King of the Ring – but the overwhelming possibility that you will fall, before the might of the Swiss Superman, as so many have before you.”
Paul lurches closer to the camera with his eyes squinted, as is associated with a more serious and dire dispoisition.
Paul Heyman: “So, when you fall, Chris. When your bones are broken after a Swiss Blade. When your spirit is crushed after a Ricola Bomb. When your head is concussed after a Swiss Death – and, finally – when your ego is permanently shattered, after a definitive Neutralizer, and the official counts to three, who’s going to be there when you fall, Chris? I’ll tell you who, Chris. I’ll inform you of the odds since you’re incapable of figuring them out for yourself – and that’s no one – but you, and your self-loathing. You’ve failed as a public figure, Chris. The dirtsheets have caught their whiff, and the media has it out for you. The game’s over, and it’s time for you to fold.”
Heyman stares intensely into the camera, as the scene fades to black. The show continues.
We're taking a break from the usual UWF programming as the titantron changes to the UFC headquarters where a press conference is taking place
What's up guys, thank you all for coming, I called this press conference because me and the general manager of the professional wrestling show UWF have a major announcement to make that will affect both our companies greatly, he was supposed to be here and make the announcement with me but he was too busy to fly over here to Nevada so I'll make the announcement myself
Dana stops to take a sip from a water bottle
You know, our sports have always been close, professional wrestling and mixed martial arts, legendary fighters like Ken Shamrock, Minoru Suzuki, and Masakatsu Funaki founded maybe the first ever MMA organization Pancrase that by the way, you can watch the entire promotion's history on the UFC fight pass, those guys were all professional wrestlers, trained by and to be professional wrestlers, but they managed to be both successful MMA fighters AND successful wrestlers, and I would like to try and create that hybrid again, and as I just said if you look back at the history, foundations, of both sports, you would see they go hand in hand and as the top companies in our respective sports, me and EC3 decided that it's time that our companies need to go hand in hand too, so after all I've said and after hours of debating whether or not it's a good idea, I would like to announce a UFC and UWF working relationship!!
Everyone in attendance starts cheering and clapping and after that winds down Dana continues talking
More details will be revealed next week, thank you all for coming
Dana starts leaving and the camera fades to black
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Renee Young: Please welcome my guest at this time, Y2J Chris Jericho.
Boo!
Chris Jericho: What's up, Renee?
Renee Young: I just wanted to ask you about your thoughts on-
Chris Jericho: Hold on. I'm getting a call.
Chris Jericho: Yello?
Jessica Lockhart: Hey Chris, we've got a bit of a problem.
Chris Jericho: What's that?
Jessica Lockhart: There's a bunch of people outside. They're chanting "Say no to Jericho".
Chris Jericho: Jess, don't worry about them. I'm sure they're just a bunch of Miz and Cesaro marks.
Jessica Lockhart: Well, these "Miz and Cesaro marks" are trespassing on our property.
Chris Jericho: Then get rid of them. You can do it. You're a strong, independent woman that don't need no man.
Jessica Lockhart: Chris, I really think you should come home.
Chris Jericho: Jess, you know I want to, but I can't right now.
Jessica Lockhart: You have to, Chris. The kids miss you. I miss you.
Chris Jericho: I know they do. Just tell them that I need to stay at work just a little longer.
Jessica Lockhart: How about you tell them while I go take care of these guys outside.
Chris Jericho: No Jess. I'm in the middle of-
Cheyenne Irvine: HI DAD!
Chris Jericho: Hey sweetie. How's it goin'?
Cheyenne Irvine: Not too good. I had a bad day at school again.
Chris Jericho: Why? What's wrong?
Cheyenne Irvine: All the other kids bully me. They don't like me.
Chris Jericho: Well Chey, you just have to show them that you're better than them. Take the high road and brush it off. Maybe roast one or two of them while you're at it.
Cheyenne Irvine: It's not me. They're bullying me because of you. My teachers don't like you anymore, and they're mean to me and give me bad grades.
Chris Jericho: That's bullsh-...crap. I ought to have a talk with them. They can't do that.
Cheyenne Irvine: Ooh. Here comes SiSi. She's got a story to tell you.
Chris Jericho: Wait Chey, I don't have time for-
Sierra Irvine: So this guy asked me if I wanted to go to the Ray's game since the tickets were so cheap because nobody goes to the games. I said yes. But he told me no because, and I quote, "If your dad did that to a guy just for a championship, imagine what he'd do to the guy dating his daughter."
Chris Jericho: That's great SiSi.
Sierra Irvine: No, it's not great. Did you even listen to the story?
Chris Jericho: No. Not really.
Sierra Irvine: No wonder people hate you.
Chris Jericho: What was that?
Sierra Irvine: I mean... um... hey look. It's Ash! Ash, say hi to Dad!
Ash Irvine: Hey Dad.
Chris Jericho: Hey Ash, what's up?
Ash Irvine: Not much. Nothing going on today.
Chris Jericho: I thought you had that interview at The Florida Aquarium today.
Ash Irvine: Nah. The guys there said they didn't want me to start Codebreaking fishes for no reason, "like your father".
Chris Jericho: So they didn't give you the job because of me?
Ash Irvine: They didn't even let me interview because of what you're doing on TV.
Chris Jericho: That's BS. They shouldn't be discriminating based on family. It could ruin your career path.
Ash Irvine: It's fine. It's not like that was the one job I was aiming for my entire life. Oh wait. It was. Here comes Mom, gotta go.
Jessica Lockhart: I see you've heard Ash's problems.
Chris Jericho: Yeah. Sounds like the people down there aren't taking this feud very well.
Jessica Lockhart: Chris, please, just come home. Cancel the match if you have to. Just please come back home.
Chris Jericho: Jess, you know I can't. That championship match is in 2 weeks. That's all you need to wait is 2 weeks. Then this'll all blow over.
Jessica Lockhart: Promise?
Chris Jericho: Promise.
Beep
Renee Young: So Chris, about what happened toni-
Jericho rips the mic away from Renee, flips some sunglasses on, walks over to a red background, faces the camera.
Chris Jericho: Listen here, you sons of bitches! If you so much as touch my wife, if you so much as look at my kids the wrong way, I will personally send your ass to Codebreak County! I will beat you so bad my match against Cesaro will look like a friendly game of tag! You fuck with my band, you fuck with my show, and now you fuck with my family! Well I've had it! You fuckers stay away from my family, or else you're getting IT!
That, Renee, is my thoughts.
Fin.
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
AUSTRALIANS ALL LET US REJOICE
FOR WE ARE YOUNG AND FREE
WE'VE GOLDEN SOIL AND WEALTH FOR TOIL
The crowd begin to Boo the theme song as they know, it can only be 2 superstars they are about to see. The superstars fulfill their duty as Zack Ryder and Emma slither into view, coming out from the back. They both stop, looking out into the crowd as Zack stands in front of Emma, Emma just smiling away with her trademark sunglasses on as they begin their walk down the ramp.
Zack slides into the ring first, ignoring all the fans as he quickly gets back to his feet, holding the rope open for Emma so she can climb herself into the ring.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied by The Thunder from Down Under, Emma!! Weighing in at 224 pounds formally from Long Island, New York... currently residing from Melbourne, Australia, ZACK RYDER!!
Zack lifts his arms in the air as Chimel finishes his introduction. Emma gives him a last minute pep talk before Zack helps her out of the ring. He nods at her, he replicating it as Zack stands there ready.
Tony Chimel: Introducing from Dudleyville, weighing in at 253 pounds… Bubba Ray Dudley!
The fans cheer for their favourite resident of Dudleyville as Bubba Ray appears from the back and poses for the fans.
Bubba Ray soaks in the love from the fans as he struts his way down to the ring. Bubba slides in the ring and runs up to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up the ropes and shouting to the fans.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings, and right away it turns into a brawl, the Bubba gaining a clear advantage throwing rights and lefts at the face of Ryder. He goes for the bionic elbow to finish it up, but Ryder goes between the ropes, causing the ref to force the breakup. Ryder gets back in, and Bubba goes for another punch, but Ryder ducks it and actually catches the native New Yorker with a punch of his own before locking up. Ryder gets the right arm of Bubba Ray into a hammerlock from behind, and wrenches it once before lifting Bubba up and dropping him onto the arm with a big back suplex. Bubba Ray writhes for a few seconds, sitting up before Ryder slams his head back down to the mat and covers him.
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2…
No!
Bubba Ray kicks out, and Ryder goes right back to working the arm, Emma cheering him on from outside the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: “What an impressive performance so far from the returning Zack Ryder.”
Corey Graves: “Well, hopefully Ryder can win this match for Australia and make up for the lackluster performance from Australia in the World Cup this year.”
Tom Phillips: “It’ll be tough though, considering he’s taking on Bubba Ray Dudley, who was in the Ultimate X match back at Wrestlemania.”
Corey Graves: “Nobody cares about that, Tom, he didn’t win that match.”
Ryder begins dropping the knee onto Bubba’s right arm, and each time he does, Bubba Ray winces in pain. Ryder picks up the Dudley family member and brings him over to the ropes. He puts Bubba’s right arm behind the top rope, and starts pulling on it inward. The referee begins his count, but it proves unnecessary as Bubba Ray decks Ryder with a punch using his free hand, knocking the Australian Sympathizer right into the turnbuckle. Bubba Ray follows this up with punch after punch, alternating between hitting his head and his midsection. The ref’s count this time is necessary, having to drag Bubba away from Zack after the count of four. Bubba Ray then follows up by charging Ryder, but only eats a big boot for his troubles. Ryder, getting confident, charges Bubba Ray but gets countered as he’s popped up and driven down to the mat with a flapjack from the Dudley. Bubba stands Ryder up, and goes to irish whip him back into the corner, but Ryder counters and sends Bubba there instead. Ryder once again tries charging, but gets met with only a boot and being thrown to the outside. Zack catches himself on the apron, but this proves to be a bad move as Bubba punches Ryder and sets him up for a apron suplex. After a few attempts, Bubba lifts him up, but as he tries to back up, Emma grabs his foot and causes him to trip up, Ryder landing on top of Bubba Ray with a huge splash and staying on top for a cover.
1…
2…
NO!
Bubba kicks out, and Ryder pounds the mat once in frustration before standing back up and getting Bubba up as well.
Mauro Ranallo: “Seems Ryder may be getting a bit frustrated here.”
Corey Graves: “Are you shocked at this? Ryder has had two pinfalls this match and both times he came so close to winning!”
Tom Phillips: “But you’re fine with what Emma did?”
Corey Graves: “Of course I am, Tom. Emma is an Australian saint!”
Ryder drags Bubba over to the corner, giving a punch to the head for good measure before setting Bubba up for a tornado DDT. Zack scales the second rope and spins, but Bubba throws him off. Ryder lands on his feet and charges the Dudley, but is caught and hit with a big samoan drop for his troubles! Bubba Ray stands up, and Ryder does so as well albeit groggily, and Bubba begins throwing left jab after left jab, hitting 9 of them in a row before doing a bit of theatrics before dropping Ryder with the Bionic Elbow. Ryder stands up, but gets hit with another elbow, which doesn’t drop him this time. Bubba whips Ryder off the ropes, and goes for a back body drop, but Ryder counters it by kicking Dudley straight in the face. He backs off into the corner, and Bubba charges but only gets double knees to the face from Ryder, who hops up to the second rope. Bubba Ray stands, and catches a second rope missile dropkick from Zack. Ryder, on a roll now, sends Bubba into the corner and hits a big forearm onto the New Yorker, Bubba dropping down into a sitting position. Ryder walks to an adjacent corner, and shouts out “OI! OI! OI!” before running at Bubba, hitting a running boot right to the face of the slouched Dudley.
Corey Graves: “here we go, Ryder is one move away from winning this match!”
Tom Phillips: “Don’t count Bubba out yet, Corey.”
Ryder stands, calling Bubba up to his feet, and as Dudley stands he runs at Bubba for the Rough Ryder...but Bubba catches him! He yells out “GOODBYE, BROSKI” before dropping him down with a massive powerbomb, himself falling down to the mat as well. The referee begins to count both men out, but Bubba stands up at the count of 5 and lifts up Ryder as well, going behind him for the Bubba Bomb. Ryder counters it, however, and switches to being behind Bubba before running to the ropes and going for an O’Connor Roll. He gets it off, and has Bubba pinned…
1…
2…
BUBBA REVERSES THE PINFALL ATTEMPT!
1…
2…
3…!
Tony Chimel: ”HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BUBBA RAY DUDLEY!!!”
Bubba Ray Dudley stands up, surprised at himself for the win, but soon goes down again as Ryder gets up, furious at the loss, and begins beating Bubba Ray down, Emma joining in as well as the two beat down Dudley.
Tom Phillips: “Oh come on now, the referee needs to get some order! Get security, something!”
Corey Graves: “No, let them do this, give them the justification they deserve after Bubba stole that victory from Ryder!”
The beatdown continues from the two Aussies, Emma mostly putting the boots to Bubba Ray as Ryder deals the heavier blows, but the two are interrupted by Velvet Sky, who comes running down! She pulls Emma off of Bubba Ray, and Ryder goes to grab her but she responds with kicking Ryder right in the groin!
Corey Graves: “Really ref?! You’re not going to stop this?!”
Tom Phillips: “No, let Velvet get the justification she deserves because of this beatdown.”
Corey Graves: “Don’t think you’re smart by using my own words against me!”
As Ryder falls to the mat, wincing in pain, Emma goes to attack Velvet but she begins fighting back, and end up tossing Emma through the middle rope to the outside, Ryder being rolled out soon after by Emma. Velvet stands in the ring, Bubba beginning to stir as Emma and Ryder retreat up the ramp, the camera focusing on Velvet for a few seconds before going elsewhere.
We are taken backstage, where the cameras clearly catch Triple H in a moment of introspection as he seems to be staring into the distance.
TRIPLE H
...fact is, I don't know if I've still got it. There was a time that I would have taken a beating like that and bounced right back from it, angrier and hungrier and more powerful than ever. And I convinced myself for weeks that I belong here, that I can hang with the big boys, but as soon as an opportunity presents itself I choke. Truth be told, it shakes your faith a little bit. This was the first real opportunity I've been presented with since signing on for active competition, you know? And I blew it. Carter's not going to be handing these things out. There's too many kids champing at the bit around here now.
Hunter draws in a deep breath and exhales equally deeply. Then he runs a hand over his shaved head, and finally sighs, before continuing.
But I don't have an option. What I said to Marseglia before that match... what I've been saying to everyone... that's not bullshit. My only chance of getting back the kids. Your sister...
Hunter trails off. The camera pans to the unseen person he has been speaking to, revealing none other than Shane McMahon! There's a minor pop for Shane-O-Mac as he places a hand on Triple H's shoulder.
SHANE McMAHON
You know what your biggest problem has always been, Paul? Your inability to accept failure. You slip once, and it nags at you. It's what used to hold you back in my dad's company, it's what held you back every other time you tried to compete and if you're not careful it will hold you back now, too. You're absolutely right that Ethan Carter's not going to just hand out opportunity after opportunity. If there's anything you should have learned last year, it's how ruthless he is. And if you're bleeding, he's like a shark, Hunter. He's going to come for you. So you know what you do?
Shane pauses. Hunter looks up at him and shrugs.
You bandage yourself up and you get back to swimming. Because you're right. You have to succeed at this if you want Stephanie back. You have to beat Marty Scurll this week and you have to get back to winning around here. You have to get back to the top. Look, Paul: you know her better than anyone, so I don't need to tell you this, really... but I will anyway. She's not going to wait around forever for you to get your shit together. Clock's tickin'.
With that sage advice, Shane rolls on out of the frame, leaving a more pensive Triple H looking off into the distance in his wake. The feed moves along.
The shot opens as we see CM Punk walking backstage. Renee Young quickly follows, hoping to find out how Punk is feeling after his loss to Rick Rude.
Renee: "Punk! Punk! We were hoping to get your thoughts on your loss to 'Ravishing' Rick Rude last week."
Punk stops and looks behind him to see Renee. He's dressed in a suit and is not geared up for a match. He begins to speak into the microphone.
CM Punk: "You know what, Renee? I'm disappointed in myself. I had the chance to really prove myself in singles competition and I truly let myself down. Rick Rude was the better man that night, there is no doubt about it. The first loss is just another stepping stone on my path to greatness, I will never give up my fight to become a champion within this company. Even if I have to go through everyone on the roster to get there. So to tell you the truth, Renee; I'm disappointed, I mean, who wouldn't be? Maybe I did learn a little something about respect last week. Maybe, I should've gave Rick the respect that he demanded. Maybe, I should've had someone in my corner to back Bischoff but there's a pattern here in what I'm saying. See, all of things I have listed are just 'maybes', I can't change anything about that match, Renee. I don't regret anything that happened last week and even if I could, I wouldn't. It's ironic of Rude to call his finisher the 'Rude Awakening' when that's exactly what both him and that weasel Bischoff need. I'm not finished with either of them. This has only just begun and now because of that defeat, it seems as though my name has been left off of the card. Must've been a typo by those stupid interns. I know that your next question will be something ridiculous along the lines of 'How're you feeling, Punk?' Let me put it in a way that you can understand; I feel on top of the fucking world, Renee! Does that answer your question?"
Renee pauses, giving Punk time to say his piece. She is then confused by his assumptions.
Renee: "Punk, I wasn't gonna ask you about how you've been doing, I'm just here to talk about your next move here in the UW-"
Renee is abruptly cut off by Punk. He's heard enough from Renee.
CM Punk: "You don't need to know my next move. I don't need to tell you what I'm gonna do. All you need to know is that I will be back with a bang. I want the whole of the UWF roster to know that even though I lost, it doesn't change anything. Maybe a gained slightly more respect for Rude but other than that, nothing has changed. My next move is none of your business and, it is none of EC3's business. You know something that really pisses me off, Renee?"
Renee nods, eagerly awaiting to find out what truly pisses CM Punk off.
CM Punk: "Well, ladies and gentlemen.. boys and girls.. cameraman and Renee Young, please prick up your ears as I'm not going to repeat myself. It is in fact; all of you that piss me off.
Renee is surprised by the honesty within the voice of Punk, almost disgusted. Punk continues to speak.
CM Punk: "You think that because I lost, it means that I'm going to have some sort of mental breakdown? You all know that I am a future hall of famer yet when someone gets a victory over me, all of a sudden you think that I'm not untouchable? One loss doesn't maketh man. Look at everyone in this god forsaken company. You've got people like The Miz. He didn't get a victory for weeks yet he found someone else to take the blame for him - his stupid hired chumps. And now, he's still got the Intercontinental title! Trust me when I say, it will not be long until that title is taken away from him. It may be me, or it may be someone else but if he still has that title by this time next month then I'll... drink a beer, how about that? Going back to what we said about my next move, the only thing you need to know is that I'm going to get into my car, leave this arena, go home to my gorgeous wife and enjoy my night off.. then next week, maybe I'll show up - Punk.. OUT!"
Punk gives a brief stare before heading to the parking lot. Renee stands in shock as she watches Punk leave the arena. As we watch Punk walk away, the cameras fade to somewhere else..
The cameras go to the ring where The Miz is waiting, the ring decked out with a custom red matting almost looking like a red carpet and 5 director chairs in the ring. The Hired Gunns are there as well, waiting next to Miz already sitting down while Miz stands, a microphone in hand.
Miz: “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the third edition of The Most Must-See Talk Show in UWF History, Miz TV! Of course, I am your illustrious host and with me are my Hired Gunns, Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman.”
Gunn and Kidman give a quick wave to the camera.
Miz: “And tonight I interview two of the biggest rivals in the UWF. One of them is a man with a less successful talk show and potentially one of the next biggest stars in the company next to myself, and the other is your current UWF Champion, and speaking of him, why don’t we bring that man out first so please welcome my first guest, ‘The Swiss Superman’ Cesaro!”
And, here he comes. Almost on cue with the Miz, the all-famous James Bond gun barrel sequence begins to creep across the screen. The audience break into cheers for their beloved Superman and UWF Champion, Cesaro. As the gun barrel guides itself across the minitron, it follows a tall, suited individual as he walks across the stage. After eventually centering himself in the middle of the stage, Cesaro then points a finger-gun down the entrance ramp as the lights come up—
With the crowd popping loudly for the Superman’s showmanship, the main tune, ‘Hearts on Fire’ by Hammerfall hits the speakers. Cesaro stands at the head of the entrance ramp, the UWF Championship tucked around his shoulder, looking out to the audience with a smile on his face, obviously not going to tear out of his suit. To the left of him stands Paul Heyman with his hands clutched together in a business-like fashion. The dynamic duo then makes their way down to ringside.
Reaching ringside, the two turn left face, making their way past adoring Cesaro Section fans in which Cesaro politely waves to them; Cesaro and Heyman then make their way up the steel staircase like a pair of gentlemen, Cesaro steps through first with the Superman holding the ropes open for his advocate, as Heyman enters too. Cesaro gives Miz a look for a second, before turning to the audience, the belt tucked over one shoulder, with a microphone held in the other hand—
Cesaro: “Well, what can I say? I don’t really get sick of coming out here, each in every week; it’s the same feeling that I got twenty years ago when I first debuted as a professional, and the same feeling that I got when I just walked out here. Really, it’s a privilege. I know I’m the one holding the brass and call the shots, but the wiser don’t take the little things in life for granted; I can’t get caught up in myself and let things get out of hand. I’ve known plenty of guys who started with a repertoire of passion and commitment, but later fell into cynicism and resentment for the fans because they felt like animals in a cage. I can’t afford to let that happen to who I am, and what I stand for. But, I guess that’s how we got here, isn’t it? I think we all know what kind of individual Chris has let himself become over the past couple of weeks; he’s let all of that cynicism and resentment consume him. That’s enough of that for now, though, because I am a conscientious and courteous guest, and I don’t want to go off on a tangent and accidentally hijack the show. That would be naughty of me. So, Miz, what do you have for me tonight?”
Miz: “Well, I firstly wanted to congratulate you on staying as the UWF Champ, even with you beating me and Marseglia at Backlash under those unfair circumstances.”
Cesaro: “Well, thank you. I too wish the match could’ve ended on more definitive and legitimate circumstances, but it is what it is. If the same opportunity arises in the future, I’m certainly ready to go again.”
Miz: “And once I get rid of that annoying pest Roman Reigns I’ll be up to take you on once more, but right now you have someone not too different from me to be worrying about in Chris Jericho. Now, I say he’s not too different from me, but that’s only because he’s copied a good portion of my in-ring and out of ring style. I mean, really, the short hair, the trunks, the submission finisher, the out-of-ring ventures, the talk show, hell even at one point he stole my Skull Crushing Finale and called it something ridiculous like the wallbreak or smackdown or something like that. Honestly, all he needs to do is get two lackeys and a hot French wife and he’ll complete his neverending cosplay of The Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History.”
For emphasis on this, Miz raises up the Intercontinental Championship and, rather surprisingly for The Miz, gets cheered due to him dragging Jericho’s name through the proverbial mud.
Miz: “But I think I’ve said my piece on the challenger, so why don’t we hear a bit from you on what you think of Chris Jericho?”
As the question is asked, Cesaro places his hands on his hips once it reaches his ears, his lips begin to fold in an almost pouty sort of way before responding.
Cesaro: “Well, if I were to give my opinion on Chris Jericho, I think I would have to divide my opinion into two separate versions. Before and after, as I find it quite polarizing. The first version would consist of the Chris Jericho that I came to know and respect for his various accomplishments across the wrestling world. The Chris Jericho that was recognized as a world-class talent and showman around the world. The Chris Jericho that’s able to evoke emotion from simple words and phrases such as ‘it’, and, ‘you just made the list’.”
Cesaro then pauses, he tilts his head downward for a moment in contemplation.
Cesaro: “Then, there was the Chris Jericho that came after all of that.”
Cesaro: “Some time ago – I couldn’t pinpoint it, honestly – but some time ago, probably a year ago, Chris Jericho, in spite of all of his capabilities, started to come up short on the opportunities that he had. Post-G1 for him didn’t pan out so well, entering Aztec Warfare for him at twenty wasn’t enough to stop Sheamus, Money in the Bank wasn’t his night. Like I’ve alluded to, I don’t doubt his ability, and obviously I’m not suggesting that these shortcomings are an indicator of that. Even with tidal waves of momentum, looking at things from a hypothetical standpoint, anyone can lose at any time. Sometimes, it’s just not your night, and I’m not an exemption to that rule. I was going strong through Aztec Warfare until I tore my shoulder and ended up working to a UWF Championship opportunity with it.”
Cesaro: “My point is, you can take losses. You can take a beating, as long as you keep on ticking. But, as was evident from Chris’ actions from these past couple of weeks, when he was beaten in his most recent opportunity, Money in the Bank, and wasn’t given a slot in King of the Ring, he decided to take a shortcut when he attacked me from behind. Chris Jericho defiled what he stood for. He tarnished his status as a legendary competitor of the ring for his own personal vindication. He ruined his reputation as an idol so that he could become a martyr for his own greed and self-fulfillment, all because he couldn’t wait in line like everyone else – and that’s taking into account unscrupulous personalities like Vinny Marseglia and Jimmy Jacobs. Chris Jericho is a sellout.”
Cesaro exhales through his nose, nodding his head along after getting all of that off his chest. The crowd cheers him along as well, as does Paul Heyman clapping in the background. Cesaro wraps things up.
Cesaro: “So, yeah. That’s my opinion on Chris Jericho these days.“
Miz nods at Cesaro’s response looking rather pleased at his opinion on Y2J, and raises the microphone back up.
Miz: “Well, Miz TV fans, I think we’ve heard quite a lot about the challenger, but why don’t we bring him out here? Chris Jericho, come on set!”
Out comes the aforementioned number one contender for the UWF Championship, the critically acclaimed Greatest of All Time, the self-proclaimed Best In The World At What He Does, the Ayatollah of Rock 'n’ Rolla, The King of the World, The Living Legend, The Mental Mastermind, The Epicenter of Excitement, and The Most Charismatic Showman to Ever Enter Your Living Room Via a Television Screen, Y2J Chris Jericho. The challenger appears on stage as a light-up jacket outline in the dark, but spins around as fireworks ignite on stage to greet his formerly adoring fans, who are booing him like he’s Dolph Ziggler. Ignoring the jeering peers, Jericho quickly enters the ring and takes his place in the last empty director's chair. He receives a microphone from a producer.
Miz: “Welc-”
Chris Jericho: You’d shut up if you know what’s good for you. I don't care if it’s technically your show, this is just a Highlight Reel ripoff. So is your entire schtick. I am the one true rockstar in this company, and if I cared to try my hand in Hollywood, I could act circles around you. And that's just outside the ring. If you were half as good as me at actual wrestling, you'd be the one getting invited to the talk shows, instead of the other way around.
And you, Cesaro. You've got a mouth for somebody that just grew the balls to start speaking more for himself instead of hiding behind The Walrus. Sure, you've got that title to back you up, for now. What are you going to do on July 19th when you're left with nothing? What are you going to do when I go on to face the King of the Ring while you are stuck directionless? Are you going to be goody two shoes like you try to portray yourself as? See, it's easy to hide behind your accomplishments, like you do. Sure, I have accomplishments, but I only use them to show people what I’m capable of. You hide behind that shiny piece of metal that you only have because that Irish shithead couldn't get the job done and those morons over there screwed over this arrogant asshole.
insulted by Jericho, Miz goes to stand but instead The Hired Gunns stand up, each with a microphone in their hand.
Gunn: “Excuse me, Chris, but I think you forget your place. This isn’t The Highlight Reel, this is Miz TV, and I think you’ve forgotten your place amongst all of this booing. I saw on twitter that your concert was trending, but honestly the only reason Fozzy was trending for the first time since it was formed was because there were hundreds of videos of people just recording the crowd, booing the everloving shit out of you because you are this miserable little prick who got a lucky win at Wrestlemania.”
Chris Jericho: I’m sorry. The grownups are talking. The people who are actually worth anything are talking. The champions and future champion are talking. The step stools of the company can sit back down and shut the hell up. You can shut up about me, as you can't back it up in any way. You can shut up about my show, which you wouldn't even have the privilege of being on. You can shut up about my band, which could turn whatever bullshit vomits out of your mouths into platinum records if we wanted to. You can shut the hell up. And you will if you know what's good for you.
So anyway, Michael, what were you going to say before your colleagues rudely interrupted you?
Miz: “Honestly, what I was going to ask was if you were actually ready to face off against Cesaro at King of the Ring, but judging by what you said to him already, I think that answer is clear as day. I’d like to thank you both for coming on to The Most Must-See Talk Show in UWF History-”
As Miz is talking Jericho knocks the microphone out of his hand and stares down Cesaro, Miz and The Hired Gunns leaving before any of them get hurt in the process, but no blows are thrown as Cesaro and Jericho simply stare down, Cesaro raising his UWF Title as the cameras go elsewhere.
The live feed goes backstage where Maxine walks into EC3's office.
Maxine: Good idea with the tag match. Maybe now people will see how hard works pans out. I've also gone ahead and made preparations for The Miz to defend his title against Roman at the King of the Ring. Congratulations on the UFC deal by the way.
EC3: Oh no need to thank me, you'll never guess who initiated the talks between us. Spud.
Maxine: Spud? I thought you fired him after he ran things into the ground?
EC3: I demoted him back to assistant but he's turned over a new leaf and his been much more productive as of late.
There's a knock on the door.
EC3: That's probably him. Come on in Spud.
Spud enters the room.
Spud: Hey Ethan, miss Maxine. Did you like the announcement?
Maxine: Yeah Ethan was just telling me you orchestrated the whole thing. Good work Spud.
Spud: Thank you but I have something to tell you guys. My name is no longer Spud. Just had the paperwork done and say hello to Drake Maverick.
EC3: Drake Maverick?
Drake Maverick: Yeah. I thought I could sort of reinvent myself. You know like you and Fandango once did.
EC3: I guess you've got a point there. Keep doing good work Drake.
EC3 slaps Drake's shoulder and leaves the room, leaving Maverick with a big smile on his face.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. The UWF Transatlantic Champion and 2018 King of the Ring finalist, Larry Sweeney, is standing by.
Sweeney: There's only just a precious few things you can be sure of in this life...
He counts them off on his fingers.
Life... death... taxes... and Larry Sweeney winnin' matches! Yeah! Hahaha! I am the only undefeated man in the King of the Ring finale, I am the only undefeated Champion in the UWF and as far as I know, I'm the only undefeated man on this whole God damn entire roster baby!
Now maybe... just maybe you coulda swept that under the rug when it was just a win or two. I'll grant ya that. But now I've knocked off three of this company's finest up-and-comers. Hell, you could argue there ain't no up-and-comin' about 'em too. You might say that they're the best EC3 could offer up and I took 'em all down. That's the thing about a tournament - ya just can't argue with the result and mama, you're lookin' at the result. Crystal clear. Looks good too, don't it?
He smiles a little wider, posing for the shot.
But hey now, hey now, this thing ain't over 'till the fat lady sings, right? Right. There's still one more match left to go. It's gonna be Larry Sweeney - the UWF Transatlantic Champ - taking on Vinny Marseglia, The Horror King himself, the current UWF Television Champion...
At least for the time being...
A look of concern washes over his face...
Uh-oh. That sounds like trouble. Some rain on the parade. Vinny's crawled his way up the other side of the bracket, but before me and him go toe-to-toe, he's got a litte bitta unfinished business with one Drew Gulak.
Now Drew, he earned his shot months ago. Wrestlemania if ya wanna get technical. But he's had to jump through some hoops while Vinny's been keeping his belt on ice so he could go off an embarrass himself losing to Cesaro. Uh, yeah, quick side note ladies and gentlemen - your other King of the Ring finalist is coming off of a pay-per-view loss in a title match and he still has the nerve to call himself a champion. Remarkable, ain't it?
Forget about that though. What's important is tonight's main event. Vinny Marseglia defending against Drew Gulak. One last stop for Mr. Horror Show before our tilt. Welp, seeing as I got the night off, I think I might see if I can't get me some ringside seats for that one, ya know, get a good view of the show. I bet it'll be one for the ages, ahaha! Personally, I can't wait to see how Vinny does tonight. He'll have my full attention. Yeah, I'll be out there! I wouldn't miss it for the world! Ahahaha!
Be seein' ya Vinny! And uh, good luck with your match tonight! Haha!
Sweeney laughs as he signs off. The shot fades to black and Revolution continues elsewhere.
The screen turned to black as a vignette began to play, showing highlights of the Chris Jericho vs. Tyler Bate match.
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! TYLER BATE! You just made the list!
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!
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 top rope Tyler Driver!
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.
Tyler Bate is revealed sitting at a chair in a pitch black forest, with no one around him but one lone cameraman (who was conveniently also named Chris) with a microphone.
Tyler Bate: You're recording, Christopher, correct?
Chris (Cameraman): Yep.
Tyler Bate: Last show, was disappointing, I was beaten by Chris Jericho, a man I said I would triumphantly stand over with a victory. I'm really not bothered, a slight setback isn't going to kill my career, but I'm quite annoyed that Chris won with a pathetic trick he'd used before, but then again, I'm here in the woods tonight to calm down. Something you seem unable to do Chris, you put all this weight on your back, never once taking a short break, you need to regain your composure. I'm part of the woods, one with nature.
Tyler stands up and begins to stroll slowly through the woods.
Tyler Bate: Watch your step, Chris...
Chris follows Tyler and accidentally steps on a stick, cracking it.
Tyler Bate: Because you've just woken the beast.
The footage fizzles out as Tyler walked slowing toward Chris, causing him to start running, and prompting Tyler to also break out into a sprint before the footage fully turns to static.
Following a break, the absent fans rush in from the concession stands and merch booths to find their seats. The sold-out arena is buzzing with anticipation for the championship contest in the main event.
Ranallo: We have a special treat in store for everyone in attendance and watching around the world tonight - a match for the UWF Television Championship.
Phillips: This has been match months in the making. Vinny Marseglia first picked up the title at Insurexxtion last March and has been a dominant champion ever since. Drew Gulak - along with his partner and friend Orange Cassidy - tied in the Ultimate X match at Wrestlemania to earn a shot at the belt. They squared off against one another at Backlash for the sole right and if was Gulak who had his arm raised in the end. Now, finally, he'll get his opportunity to take The Horror King's gold.
Graves: And it couldn't come at a worse time. Gulak lost his match last week and Marseglia has all the momentum in the world right now -
Outta nowhere, a fourth man joins the team at the table...
Sweeney: Yeah, but that chump's got other problems to worry about! Ahahaha!
Ranallo: Oh! Larry Sweeney has joined us on commentary, ladies and gentlemen. He and Marseglia will face off in the finals of the King of the Ring tournament just a few short weeks -
Sweeney: Please, Mauro, buddy, all that to-do can wait. Put 'er on the back burner and let it simmer. I wouldn't want to distract from the big moment now. No no no... I'm just here with the best seats in the house so I can watch a main event match and offer some of my expert insight, that's all.
Phillips: Well it's an honor to have you with us, Larry.
Sweeney: That's Mr. Sweeney to you, haircut.
Tony Chimel walks up into the ring and gets things going...
Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is for the UWF Television Championship!
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 on to the ramp, already ready to go. The sign and robe are absent - tonight, Gulak is strictly business. He receives an impressive ovation from the fans, who are hungry for a high stakes match-up, and happy to see the former indy stud get his shot.
Chimel: Coming down to the ring weighing at 193 lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania he is The Master of 1000 Powerpoint Presentations, Drew Gulak!
Ranallo: While I would off that Drew Gulak is possibly the most straight-laced man on the roster already, the number on contender is carrying himself with even more of a sense of determined seriousness tonight. I like that.
Graves: Well, he knows that title shots don't come around very often on a show with a roster this big and stacked. He's gotta make the most of it.
Sweeney: Ya know, I had Steen face this kid a few months back and I thought my boy would crush him like a tomato can - but I'll admit, I was impressed. If I was still in the managing racket, I'd have my eyes on Gulak, that's for sure.
Gulak takes the steps up into the ring an awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Suddenly the lights go out and as they do, the song that haunts Revolution plays, 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.
Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds, the UWF Television Champion... 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.
Phillips: This guy gives me the chills every single time...
Ranallo: Imagine how Gulak feels!
Sweeney: If I were the one running this joint, I'd make damn sure all the guys on the roster could past a psych eval and the "smell" test before I put them on TV, let alone let them compete against the other talent.
Graves: That's... uh... a good point... Larry. Vinny Marseglia clearly isn't playing with full deck. There are some toys in the attic there for sure. But that loose cannon, unpredictable, dare I say dangerous streak has worked wonders for him. It's given him a five month title reign. It's taken him to the King of the Ring finals. How can you argue against that?
Ranallo: Let's see if Drew Gulak can show us...
Marseglia and Gulak stand in opposing corners, staring one another down. There's no love lost, there's no air of respect. There's twelve pounds of leather and gold on the line and both men are chomping at the bit to get to work. Chimel exits the ring and the Referee calls for the bell...
DING DING DING
Gulak lowers his stance and gets his arms up and ready to grapple. Marseglia strolls towards him with a much more casual, approach. Their expressions mimic their mannerisms too - the Pennsylvanian is laser-beam focused while his opponent doesn't seem phased by any of it. There's a sick, condescending smile scraped across his mug.
With the crowd roaring at full volume all around them, the two men finally lock-up. Gulak slaps his arms around Vinny's shoulders, instantly transitioning into a side-headlock from the collar-and-elbow. The Champ doesn't - perhaps because he can't match the catch-as-catch-can wrestling acumen - put up much resistance. In fact, he lifts his arms at his sides and just stutter-steps back towards the ropes, pulling Gulak with him. Grabbing the top rope, Vinny initiates a break-up and the Referee moves in the enforce it. A stickler for rules, Gulak instantly releases his grip and takes a step back. Marseglia laughs and spits in his face.
Ranallo: A blantant and disgusting show of disrespect from the Champion!
Phillips: Vinny has made it clear that he doesn't Gulak as being on the same level as him...
Sweeney: Kid, this is was deeper than that. You can see it already, and we aren't even a minute in yet. Marseglia's not gonna grapple with Gulak. He can't. Hell, most of the the roster can't. He wants a different kind of match - somethin' dirtier. Somethin' darker. And I wouldn't be surprised if that sick freak isn't just a little bit curious about whether or not he can crack Gulak. I bet he wants to see if he can get inside his head, mess around and see what kind of man that stirs up.
Graves: Interesting analysis.
Ranallo: Well while he's playing games, he better make sure that he stays focused on the match, too. Gulak's not the kind of opponent you can sleep on.
Gulak whipes the spit off his face and steps back towards the center of the ring. He beckons Vinny to come grapple with him - throwing the gauntlet down. Marseglia instead puts his hands up like a boxer and starts circling around, looking for an in to launch a combination of strikes. Drew's eyes follow him like a hawk, tracing every dip and feint. When Marseglia finally does shoot in, Gulak is ready. He catches a swinging fist, spins the arm around into a hammerlock and gives the crooked limb a hard tug in the wrong direction.
Vinny winces, but Gulak doesn't let him feel it for long before transitioning into another side-headlock. Using the leverage of quick twist, he snaps the champ over down on to the mat with a hip-toss, effectively grounding him. From that position, he's able to push the Horror King's shoulders down on to the canvas. The Ref slides down to count it...
1...
Marseglia squirms and gets a shoulder up. When Gulak tries for it again, Vinny, rakes his eyes. The contender has no choice but to let go. The third man tries to admonish the Champ, but he's not hearing it. He has an opening and boy, he's taking it.
The Horror King springs up like an activated mouse trap. He snatches Gulak up as well, pulling the clean-cut fella up his hair before doubling him over with a knee to the gut. Still gripping a fistful of hair, Marseglia pulls Drew over to the nearest corner and marries his faces to the turnbuckle steel. Gulak's head snaps back and he instinctively stumbles away, but Marseglia is relentless. He doubles down and slams his challenger's face into the corner again before coming after him with a relentless barrage of strikes, forearm and otherwise.
Phillips: Marseglia is just unloading on Gulak! He's a man possesed!
Ranallo: The Referee needs to get in there!
The Official does just that. He bravely steps in the way and forces Vinny away, putting a halt to the illegal strikes. Gulak has some room to breathe and takes a few errant steps, trying to shake the cobwebs. Feet away from the corner, he's in open water again, and the TV Champ blows past the Ref to continue his attack.
Marseglia once again grabs Gulak by the wrist before whipping him across the squared circle. Drew collides hard with the adjacent turnbuckle. Before the impact can even register, Vinny charges him and smashes him across the face with an elbow. Gulak is spun around from the blow, setting him up perfectly for a bulldog from the Champ. Vinny plows the other man's face into the canvas, rolls him over, and tries for a pin...
1...
2...
Gulak kicks out at two! The crowd cheers, but it's looking grim for the Contender, who hasn't gotten much offense in since the early goings of the contest.
Sweeney: That Marseglia might be a no good, dirty rotten piece a' garbage, but he's putting on a clinic here against a game opponent. I'd be impressed if I wasn't so repulsed by him.
Graves: Whatever else anyone wants to say about The Horror King, they can't deny that he's one of the UWF's most effectively violent superstars.
Ranallo: You can't help but wonder how a man like him would have done in the peak years of the old UWF hardcore division, though he's plenty dangerous when barely staying within the confines of the rule book.
The TV Champ pulls Gulak up again, tilts his head up to eye level and then slaps him across the face. It stings - both physically and on some deeper level. Gulak turns his head back defiantly, glaring at his foe through half-glazed eyes, his face left burning red. Marseglia smiles at him, but it's a toxic, bitter grin. It tells a story, or a lecture maybe. He's letting the Contender know that they're operating in different dimensions, and one is unworthy of the other.
Gulak responds with a wicked chop across his enemy's tattoo'd chest. The crowd responds with a humongous "WOOOOOOO!"
Marseglia can't help but wince hard. The chop landed like a whip. But he's not about to give up his momentum. Before Drew can land another hit, Vinny kicks him in the midsection, clubs him across the back once he's bent over, and then knocks his head back up with a European uppercut. Gulak tries to grab a hold of anything to engage some more traditional grappling, but Marseglia won't have it. He maliciously kicks Gulak in the side of the knee, buckling his leg at an awkward angle.
Gulak screams out in pain, much to the Horror King's delight.
Phillips: A blatantly dirty move by Marseglia!
Ranallo: You hate to see something like that from any of our champions.
Sweeney: What do you expect? This slimeball's gonna use any trick he can to slither away with that title belt.
Ranallo: Love or hate Marseglia, and I'm sure there are folks on either side, he's showing a sicker side against Gulak tonight.
Graves: Clearly he's trying to prove something to him. Or Larry here. Or to anyone watching... honestly, at this point, he might be looking past everyone and right at the UWF Champion.
Vinny grabs a hold of Gulak's hurt leg and drags him towards the corner. Marseglia then steps through the ropes and jumps to the floor. He reaches under, takes the leg, and then slams it full force into the turnbuckle. The side of the knee collides hare with the unforgiving steel. It makes an eerie clang that echoes around the lower bowl of the arena that's even heard of the crowd.
Gulak tries to cry out in pain, but all the air has left his lungs. His face is left quiet with a wide, horrified expression. Vinny slides back into the ring and stomps down on the leg, over and over again, using the rope for leverage until the Referee forces him to let go.
Graves: Smart game plan here, you have to admit. You take away that base from Gulak, it's gonna be a lot harder for him to execute anything.
Sweeney: Yep. Old school. I like it. I hate him. But I like it.
Marseglia then grabs Gulak by the heel, lifts his leg up before proceeding to slam it down into the mat. He does this again twice more, each time with more ferocity and maliciousness then the last. After that, he drops down, grapevines the leg and sinks in - you guessed it - an Ankle Lock!
Gulak's found enough air to cry out now. He face strains in agony as his hands frantically try to claw the canvas so he can pull himself - and the full weight of his opponent - to the ropes. Marseglia wrenches harder and harder on the ankle, in doing so contorting every muscle, sinew, fiber and whatever else is in between.
Phillips: Adding insult to injury by applying on of Gulak's favoured holds.
Ranallo: There are plenty of wrestlers who have used the Ankle Lock over the years, but yes, you have to think that this is just another one of Marseglia's mind games tonight. He doesn't just want to beat Gulak. He wants him to know that this was never going be a close match. He's toying with him.
The Referee asks Gulak if he wants to quit, but the Contender absolutely refuses. Instead, he dedicates his entire focus and all his strength to pulling himself inch by inch towards the ropes. The Champ is leaning back with all his might and weight. He's an anchor, an E-break left on. He makes forward motion impossible and yet somehow, some way, Gulak manages to advance. Slowly. Surely. His leg is still twisting, every second a little bit further in all the wrong direction. Each moment spent in the hold, more damage is done. At at time a muscle could tear or a bone could snap. A twinge of uncommon pain shoots up through Drew's spine, kicking in some primal sense of urgency he's never experience before. Without one massive, inhuman last push, he shoots his body forward and extends his arm just far enough to land a few fingers on the rope!
The crowd is elated! They jump out of their seats to cheer. The Ref gives Marseglia five seconds to break the hold and he uses most of them. After letting go, though, he goes right back to work.
Drew is too fucked up to stand on his own, but the Champ is happy to help him. He hooks his arm around Gulak's head, now comfortable enough with his phsyical advantage to do some grappling, and tries for a suplex...
But Gulak is ready for that, and he counters momentum with a quick shift of weight to turn the suplex attempt into a small package in his own favor! The Ref counts it...
Phillips: Small package by Gulak!
Ranallo: He's going to steal it!
1...
Graves: Not like this!
2...
No! Marseglia just manages to roll out of the tight pinfall attempt! The crowd can't believe it! The look on Vinny's face suggests he's a little surprised too - both to have been caught and to have escaped. He's not out of trouble yet though - Gulak still has a grip on him and that's not nothing.
Vinny scrambles back to his feet but Gulak holds on, locking his arms around the Champ's waste. Despite his messed up leg and Marseglia's attempts to break free, Gulak pulls off a snap German suplex, driving his opponent overhead and down into the ring. The impact reverberates and rattles down the floor.
Drew holds on still, and with all the strength he can muster, pries a now much more cooperative by way of dazedness foe to his feet. Once again, Gulak goes for the German suplex and he connects flush. The Horror King's neck and head are slammed into the canvas. Gulak still isn't finished! For a third time, he hoists Marseglia up. His hurt leg trembles beneath him. Every other muscle is working over time to make up for it, and it pays off. Gulak lands a third German, this time bridging to go for a pinfall...
1...
2...
Marseglia kicks out at a late two when Gulak's bad leg gives out, collapsing the bridge.
Sweeney: That bum leg's causing him trouble!
Ranallo: But we are seeing a second win in Drew Gulak now that I didn't know he was capable of.
Phillips: Vinny had this match won but the number one contender has turned things around and not a moment too soon!
Marseglia tries to roll out of the ring, but Gulak catches him by the leg while he's crawling away. Like a Boa constrictor wrapping itself around its prey, Gulak clings to his opponent and pulls his full weight on him. He grabs hold of Marseglia's waste next and drags him back to the center of the ring before stepping over him and sinking in a headlock. He squeezes hard, cutting off air and blood flow.
Vinny swings a flurry of punches into Drew's ribs, so the contender has to reconsider his position. He manages to catch a fist, twist the arm and lock in a Kimura!
Graves: Damn he's quick...
Ranallo: Gulak has the Kimura locked in! He could end this match with that move! All it takes is a little more pressure and he could have Marseglia tapping!
Phillips: Or he could break the arm!
Marseglia screams out in pain, his free hand clawing desperately at Gulak, trying to pull him off. The contender is determined as all heck though. His leg's too messed up to take the fight back to a standing position, he knows he'll have to keep things grounded and he couldn't be in a better spot. Drew puts a little more juice into the hold, wrenching as hard as he can. The crowd starts to picks up some steam, eager to see the match end with a broken limb.
The TV Champ looks around, eyes wide in shock and agony. He's too farm from the ropes. He'll never make it. He lifts his free hand up, ready to give in...
Sweeney: He's gonna tap! My God he's gonna tap!
Graves: It's all over!
No! Marseglia gets his feet beneath him, pushes up and forces Gulak on to his shoulders. Though he's still locked into the double wristlock, he's now making a cover. The Official counts it...
1...
2...
Gulak relinquishes the hold so he can escape the pin. Marseglia takes the little opening he has to roll as far away as possible. Drew gets up as fast as he can, but he's moving gingerly on the sore leg. He charges Vinny, clobbering him with a lariat into the corner. He's follows that up with another lariat to the back of the head that flattens the Champ. Marseglia is down and Gulak shoots the half...
1...
2...
Vinny can't kick out, but he's able to roll Gulak out of position to make a cover of his own...
1...
Ranallo: Quick reversal by Marseglia!
2...
Phillips: Will it be enough?!!?
Not quite! Gulak kicks out just in time and scrambles back up. Vinny rushes towards him, trying to stop him from picking up any more steam, but Gulak stops him short with a hard chop across the chest. He follows that up with another, and another, and another, the audience "WOOOO"ing along in unison.
Ranallo: I can't believe how Gulak has turned this thing around!
Phillips: Marseglia was toying with him but Drew Gulak is proving to the Champion that he belongs in this match, and in fact, he's well on his way to winning it.
Graves: He gave up his best friend to earn this spot, he'd damn well better make the most of it.
Sweeney: Amen to that.
Gulak then whips the battered Champ across the ring, catches him on the rebound with a knee in the stomach, and flips him up on to his shoulders. His leg buckles beneath him, but he's still able to connect with a massive sit-out Powerbomb. Gulak plants Marseglia in the center of the ring, and lands in covering position. The Official slides down and counts it...
1...
2...
Marseglia kicks out! The crowd gasps! A mere instant before the hand could fall a third time, the Champion has found a way to survive. Gulak is at a loss. He looks down at Vinny, amazed he lived through the maneuver. He doesn't give up though.
Gulak slowly finds his feet again, and pulls his opponent up with him. Marseglia doesn't put up much resistance at first, but when some consciousness finally does slip back into his brain, he realizes he's in some serious trouble. Instinct kicks in, and the Horror King grabs Gulak around the hips and drives him back into the nearest corner. Or, at least, he tries to. Drew manages to shift his momentum along the way, and he ends up slamming Vinny into the turnbuckle instead. Gulak then charges him...
Only to take a Superkick for his troubles! The Contender collapses a few feet away. Vinny doesn't make a cover, but he slowly climbs to the top, looking to hit his finisher.
Sweeney: Oh, sweet, sweet irony. Ol' Vinny here's about to win this match by way of the so-called "No Fly Zone".
Graves: Almost poetic, really.
Ranallo: If Marseglia connects coming off the top, this match will be over, that's for sure.
Gulak knows it, too. Something stirs inside of him - some deep appreciation for the importance of the moment he's in now, and he gets up off the mat and runs at Vinny before the Champ can set himself up to fly. Drew tries to pull him off the top, but Vinny's not having it. He boots Gulak in the face and hooks his arm around his shoulders, pulling him up so that he's standing on the intersection of the middle ropes.
Phillips: Gulak is out of his element now...
Ranallo: And he can't be too happy about that!
Gulak tries to resist, but Vinny pulls him some more. The weak leg is starting to show some major swelling and bruising, and doesn't afford the Contender much strenght to resist Vinny's offense. Marseglia smiles, and shouts at Gulak...
"You'll float too..."
... before hoisting him up, overhead, and launching from the top to the outside with a release overhead suplex.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!!!!
Graves: HE'S GONNA KILL HIM!
Gulak flies through the air and lands unceremoniously on the hard floor below. The crowd gasps. It's a brutal sight, and Drew's body is left in a contorted, busted up mess on the arena floow. The Referee slides out after him to see what kind of medical assistance he needs.
Drew Gulak doesn't move at all at first, but when the Official tries to call for medics and stop the match, Gulak waves him off. He insists on continuing.
Sweeney: Well that's admirable. Dumb as all hell, but admirable.
Phillips: You want to talk abotu fighting spirit? Folks, let's talk about Drew Gulak.
The Ref doesn't look happy about it, but he gets back in the ring to start the ten count.
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The crowd are begging Gulak to get to his feet. He somehow gets to his hands and knees, but anything more than that might be impossible now. Vinny just sits perched atop the turnbuckle, watching him in a new state of awe.
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Graves: Marseglia looks like he's content to win by count-out and I don't blame him.
Ranallo: Gulak managed to topple Vinny's impressive gameplan. This is another route to victory and retention for the Champion. Perhaps it's a merciful one, too.
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Gulak gets to one knee. His whole body is trembling. He belongs in a hospital bed. But this road started at Wrestlemania and he's not about to let it end on outside the ring on the floor...
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The crowd is chanting his name, willing him to get back into the ring and fight.
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Gulak somehow dives under the ropes at the last second! The fans scream in delight as he claws his way back across the canvas...
Only for Marseglia to jump off the top and hit him with the Redrum! Vinny rolls off after the impact, flips Gulak over and makes the cover...
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DING DING DING
Your Winner...
And Still UWF Television Champion...
VINNY MARSEGLIA!
The crowd is shocked but refuse to boo. While very few moments can outweigh the thrill of a title change live, the people show a sign of respect for both men's effort with a huge ovation. Marseglia pulls his hand away from the Ref trying to raise it and takes his title too. His eyes haven't left Gulak yet - and he's staring at him with a new found respect. Still he shakes his head, the gesture speaks for itself. "Not tonight".
Ranallo: An impressive effort by Drew Gulak who showed a tonne of heart and proved to Marseglia that he can hang with the best - but it wasn't quite enough to take that title.
Graves: I gotta say, Vinny Marseglia might be the finest TV Champion we've ever had. He's had that title for nearly half a year now and it doesn't look like anybody is going to be able to take it from him.
Phillips: And what a great match to - hey, where are you going?
Larry Sweeney puts down his headset and stands up behind the table. He's clapping, whistling, cherring, and grinning from ear to ear for the Champ in the ring.
BRAVO! BRAVO! GREAT SHOW! AHAHAHA!
Marseglia ignores him as he takes his belt and holds it high over his head. The Ref is still tending to Gulak while The Horror King celebrates his victory as Revolution comes to an end.
: “Power.”Suddenly a thick english voice echoes through the systems. The cameras fade to see the UWF’s one and only Villain. Alone but not out of spirit.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Yes that’s right, here I am. The UWF’s one and only Villain, the man who makes money by just glancing his face, Marty Scurll. I’m back here again I guess. Back here to remind you and everyone in the world how I feel. How I feel about anyone. How I feel about anything. Power has been an issue that not that many people recognise here. The need for power and the thought of losing it is something that everyone has on their minds.”
Marty looks more towards to the camera as he changes into a more conversational tone.
“Who do you think I’m talking about? I mean you’re probably right, our champions feel the need for power, the management and everyone else seem to want masses of power coming their way. They want everything and I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want control of the UWF and everything in it. You see there is a level of wanting something and then it kicks into getting it. People just settle at dreams but I’m not like most people here. I seek out to get. If so many people think the same, why am I still here?”
“I tell you why I’m still here. I’m the best technical wrestler on the market and UWF knows it. Management know it and all of the so called “boys” in the back know it. I have gained power. I have risen and haven’t stopped. That’s why I intend on rubbing this victory in all of the faces of the people who still doubt me. The people who think I’m on the downward spiral. If you aren’t already aware, I’m the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll and I don’t have my eyes positioned anywhere other than the top.”
“The top has been a journey that I’ve strided to since day one and kept going, through all obstacles and setbacks, I’m here. To stay, and not to settle. You might be thinking, “Marty, why are you talking about all of this?” I’ll tell you why. Hunter Hearst Helmsley. My opponent tonight. The man who has bypassed every obstacle with a fastpass ticket and in my eyes gives himself way too much credit.”
“This is a man who is in the later half of his career may I add. A man who doesn’t have a single thing to prove and I intend on making sure he doesn’t prove anything. Tonight, I shut down the Game. For good. This isn’t a man who has just fell into a bit of bad luck. This is a midlife crisis that all of the roster have to suffer. They have to suffer the sluggish old man creep his way to the ring and watch as he gets fed weakling after weakling. I think management have realised what they’re doing. It’s a good move may I add. Removing power from the Game by giving him ACTUAL competition.”
“The same power that is the only reason he will stand across from me tonight. One on one. A one sided massacre of Hunter. Say goodbye to your heroes because the Villain is here to stay. To stay with power and defiance. Nobody owns the Villain other than the Villain from now on. So a little warn-”
Marty’s phone bleeps off loudly as he pauses and gets it out of his pocket to see a text message from his business client, Nigel McGuinness.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Nevermind, I’ve got to go. Long. Live. The Villain.”
Bischoff: I know what you’re thinking...where’s Rick? Well, the answer to that is very simple. Rick is off preparing for his match against Jimmy Jacobs tonight. Rick has had enough of cameras up in his face the past few days, and he’s definitely tired of talking...but as for me? Well, I don’t think I’ve ever came up short for words. It seems that Jimmy Jacobs is someone that has a hard time knowing when to shut up as well.
Jimmy...Jimmy...where do I even start? Kid, I’ll tell ya this...you’ve definitely got spirit. Albeit, your stubbornness to admit defeat is going to end up getting you into a lot of trouble, but you’ve got spirit at least. By the time that you’re seeing this, you’re either on your way to the ring to face Rick, or Rick has just completely decimated you like a true ring tactician. Can’t say that either one of us didn’t warn you. But you’ve got something there in the tank, something that intrigues me.
I could take you to heights that you’ve never ever seen. Sure, there would have to be a lot, and I mean a lot of rebranding that would have to take place before I could ever market you as something profitable, but there’s still potential. If I ever find myself looking to put together another group of friends to run this place the right way...I just might give you a call. That’s all depending on how much you could improve between now and then.
Now before the papers hit the mill or the rumors spread like wildfire, I’m not looking to start up that supergroup again. That ship has sailed. But I’ve given some thought to how much fun it was back then, and I can definitely say that this company needs a breath of fresh air...and that might just be what it needs to take that fresh breath. Of course, if there are any out there that would be interested in such a thing, my door is always open for good business. But if you don’t make the cut, don’t take it personal...it’s strictly business.
Bischoff readjusts his suit.
Bischoff: Now, I know some of you are wondering what is next for “Ravishing” Rick Rude. Well, the answer to that is not so simple. There’s a million different possibilities for what could happen after Rick beats the snot out of Jimmy Jacobs. What bigger statement could be made than completely embarrassing the Money in the Bank winner? I mean, there’s the guy that’s guaranteed a title shot whenever he wants it. Seeing as this company places such a big emphasis on that briefcase and most of the guys in the back see it as some sort of trophy...I think that would be a hell of a statement to make here in the UWF. I wouldn’t be surprised if there weren’t number one contenderships being placed right at Rick’s feet after this match. But hey, I’m not demanding those things. I learned my lesson the hard way on that. So for now, I guess we will all have to just sit on our hands and wait with all that anticipation on what the future holds. Some of you may be asking what the point of this exclusive was...and it’s simple. I’m just here to warn each and every one of you to not be so surprised whenever you see that UWF caravan roll into town with Rick Rude’s face at the center. You can take my warning and believe in it...or you can simply just be hit with the Rude Awakening later. The choice is yours. Back to you boys!
Mauro Ranallo: “Now we see our UWF Champion, Cesaro face “Thee” Brian Kendrick tonight one on one in singles competition.”
Tom Phillips: “Going into King of the Ring on the 18th July, you have to think Cesaro has quite a bit of pressure on his shoulders tonight, especially against an opponent like Kendrick.”
Corey Graves: “I’m sure he’ll be fine Tom. He’s our champion for a reason.”
I'M A MAN WITH A PLAN!
Yells out from the PA system and rings through the arena. Signaling the arrival of just that, the Man with a Plan, THE Brian Kendrick.
The Brian Kendrick waltz out from the back, a confident smirk across his face. His trademark Blackbeard Pirates flag is slung over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring, eyes locked.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Venice Beach, California, THEEEEEE Brian Kendrick!
Kendrick swaggers up the steps and quickly steps into the ring. He struts around the ring for a few circles before he starts to remove to his flag and jacket to prepare for his match.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, as the renowned James Bond gun barrel sequence begins to creep across the titantron and minitron. The fans know exactly who it is, as they erupt into cheers for their beloved UWF Champion - the Swiss Superman - Cesaro. Cesaro makes his James Bond walk across the stage as the gun barrel follows him. The lights then turn up, and Cesaro stands there pointing a finger-gun at the ring, the UWF Championship belt wrapped over his shoulder.
The crowd pop loudly for the Swiss Superman. Hearts on Fire by Hammerfall hits the speakers like no other band can. His manager and spokesman, Paul Heyman, is of course standing behind him. Cesaro stands there for a moment, soaking in the moment before he hands over the UWF Championship belt, folded neatly, over to Paul Heyman, as he then proceeds to promptly tear out of his suit, in which, this in turn prompts another pop from the audience in attendance.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Lucerne, Switzerland, weighing in at 232 lbs, he is the UWF Champion: CESARO!"
With the world on his back and the world firmly behind him in terms of support, Cesaro and Paul Heyman make their way, in tandem, down to ringside, with Paul following the blazed trail behind the Swiss Superman. The dynamic duo, in usual fashion, pass adoring fans holding up Cesaro Section signs, and Cesaro gives them their props by pointing to them, as he reaches ringside and makes his way up the steel staircase. He taunts one more time for the audience to keep them riled up whilst on the ring apron, before stepping through the ring ropes. Cesaro motions for Paul to hand him the belt, as Cesaro shows off who's the man, raising it high into the air.
VS 
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The two dominant performers square off and start lapping around the ring as Cesaro starts a clap rhythm for the crowd to follow to start off this match. The two circle in and then lock up tightly as they grind their arms together. Suddenly Cesaro grabs Kendrick’s arm to grab the wristlock as he turns it round a couple of times to keep grounding down on it.
Suddenly to counter the wristlock Kendrick grabs the top rope and flips over to get his arm free. As he lands he boots Cesaro in the chest hitting him down slightly. With the slight advantage he just gained he smashes his forearm against the back of Cesaro. As Cesaro gets grounded Kendrick doesn’t waste a moment to grab Cesaro’s leg for a single leg Boston Crab that is slightly too close to the ropes for any threat. Almost instantly Cesaro grabs the ropes and gets his body around it.
As Cesaro sticks to the bottom rope Kendrick is held back by the referee. Cesaro takes his time to climb back up to his feet as he maintains eye contact with Kendrick. Quickly Cesaro hits the ropes and runs at Kendrick but is flown away by a hurricanrana from him. Maintaining the flow Kendrick climbs up to the top rope and dives onto Cesaro with a huge elbow drop.
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Cesaro kicks out just before 2.
Looking to keep the advantage Kendrick gets to his feet and readies himself for Cesaro to get to his feet. Suddenly he gets a front facelock on the UWF Champion and runs up the ropes hitting a tornado DDT on Cesaro. Kendrick quickly goes for the cover
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Cesaro quicks out quicker than the first cover at a 1.
Upon realising that wasn’t enough to put the UWF Champion down Kendrick gets up extremely quickly to drag up Cesaro but just to get met with a devastating uppercut. Kendrick droops down to the ground as the strength of Cesaro.
As Cesaro looks around the arena, it’s all clear for the Cesaro Swing. He picks up Brian Kendrick by his legs and begins to start the swing as Kendrick protects his head.
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Corey Graves: “Nobody has the amount of raw strength and ability as Cesaro in the UWF.”
By the count of 10, Cesaro drops the almost lifeless body of Kendrick down to the ground sending him skidding across the canvas as Cesaro rallies up the crowd as they cheer extremely loudly about the domination that their champion now possesses. Cesaro doesn’t waste a moment with going over to Kendrick with intentions of damage.
Cesaro irish whips Kendrick into the opposite corner as Cesaro builds up the crowd for a flurry of moves. He runs at Kendrick and hits several european uppercuts. 1-2-3-4-5. He then irish whips him into the other corner with a 1-2-3-4-5. He then irish whips him for the final time, hitting another european uppercut for luck as he paces to the opposite side of the ropes and hits a huge dropkick on Kendrick in the middle of the ring. With that Cesaro goes for the cover on Kendrick.
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“Thee” Brian Kendrick kicks out barely at 2 after being bewildered by the combinations of moves.
Cesaro rolls Kendrick onto his back and stands up. He then reaches down for Kendrick to begin his series of gutwrench suplexes on him. He lifts him up and slams him down. Then he rolls through to lift him up and slam him down again. He then rolls through for the final time and hits a last gutwrench suplex on Kendrick. After the domination on Kendrick, Cesaro goes for a quick cover on Kendrick looking if this is enough to seal the deal.
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Although close, Cesaro still can’t put away “Thee” Brian Kendrick tonight on Revolution.
As soon as Ken-
BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!
Mauro Ranallo: “Oh my god! It’s Chris Jericho! It’s Chris Jericho! Why is he here?”
Corey Graves: “I don’t know, but I’m betting it doesn’t concern Kendrick.”
Chris Jericho begins to walk down to the ring as Cesaro looks down the ramp in disbelief as the whole arena can’t believe he’s out here. He stands up and begins to heckle down the ramp down at Chris Jericho.
But suddenly “Thee” Brian Kendrick rolls up the UWF Champion, grabbing his tights in the process.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, “Thee” Brian Kendrick!”
Quickly, Brian Kendrick rolls out of the ring seemingly not wanting to face the wrath of the UWF Champion as he ignores Chris Jericho on the way up the ramp. The UWF Champion stares down his challenger, Chris Jericho, awaiting their UWF Championship match at King of the Ring. Tensions are risen as UWF heads elsewhere.
All of a sudden the show cuts to what seems to be a livefeed from a random source
What seems to be a hand held camera is sitting, focused on an unfamiliar concrete floor.
McIntyre"Pick it up now!"
Camerman: "I am I am"
the cameraman sounds like he is crying
The camera starts to move upwards, the camera movement seems very amature
Both Sammy Guevara and Drew McIntyre come into frame
Sammy Guevara: "Where to start, alot to say so little time, actually this may be a good place to start, I won, i have redeemed my oversight with my match against The Miz by beating Low Ki at his own game, the numbers game I thought who is worth 9000 men in one body who has that power and speed to mangle and eviscerate any man who dare stand in my way to the top, only one man came to mind and he is standing right next to me, Drew Fucking McIntyre, aka " The Insurance Policy"."
Sammy slaps Drew on the chest than proceeds to talk.
Sammy Guevara:"I am not like Low Ki, I don't need McIntyre or any lacky doing my dirty work for me, I need someone looking out for my back, the thing is I saw in your eyes Low Ki that you were scared and afraid of what monster I brought into UWF, thats why I need McIntyre because there are too many fake tough guys here, who at the site of a challenge will back down. "
Drew pushes sammy out of frame as the camera focuses soley on him
McIntyre: "UWF has been put on notice, Cesaro is UWF champion ONLY because I wasn't here. The Miz the man who thinks that the PRESTIGE actually matters, Sorry to remind you Miz, that all the status in the world does not matter when inevitably you end up at the other end of my boot and you're knocked out cold, when you wake you will witness Maryse and baby Monroes cry tears of joy after finally seeing you wake up from the beating you recieved at the hands of Drew McIntyre. Vinny Marseglia, the self proclaimed king of horror, I am not even sure you'll be able to overcome Drew Gulak tonight and if you somehow trip over and manage to do so, you'll look atop of the mountains and see me perched and realise how DAUNTING a task it will be to try and get me off your back, It only ends in one way, with your back against the mat as I stomp over your hopes and dreams of ever being more than a sideshow freak. Larry "Sweet and sour" Sweeney the man so DELUSIONAL who has in his own mind marked himself a champion, all the champions of UWF heed this warning, every man with a title is a marked man and the time is ticking til I decide I want want you have and take it for myself."
McIntyre: "Now to address the elephant in the room to say, why am I working with Sammy Guevara?. It's simple really, I am here to watch Guevara's back, I am more than getting my moneys worth. If you have a problem with Guevara than you'll have a problem with me and I don't do well with problems I am shoot first kind of man and ask the questions when I leave you on the ground in a pool of your own blood."
McIntyre moves towards the frightened cameraman
"Please don't"
Drew is seen attacking the cameraman who is off camera
the camera falls onto to the hard concrete.
the camera cuts out like the camera had been destroyed by someone
Jimmy Jacobs sits backstage, and what seems like the first in the longest time, he holds in his hand a railroad spike. Over the last few months, he's collected a few signature toys of violence, yet at the end of the day, he's always associated with an old favourite. He twirls it in his hand, and with the heavy makeup around his eyes, his pupils stare at the camera in a dazed state.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "Let me tell you people a real-life lesson. Unlike some other guys in this place, what I say actually has weight behind it. What I'm about to tell you, is some shit you're gonna think about for a long time to come, and that's the reality of labels."
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "When you're born, the first thing the doctor said to your mother you were either a boy or a girl. Simple enough, isn't it? But for me? Nothing's ever simple. When you're in a school, you're either in the smart class, or the stupid class. But for me? I never gave a squirt of piss about labels, no matter how old I was. Even now, when I walk into a bar, I get asked if I'm gay or am I straight. In wrestling, people wonder if I'm a cruiserweight, a light heavyweight, a technical guy, or a high flyer- when at the end of the day, I never fit into any type of small, secluded, box of labels. Since day one, I've always been me, nothing else."
He tosses the spike up, and catches it in the opposite hand, smirking now as his train of thought continues.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "Rick Rude is this kind of guy that tried to look at me in high school as if I'd amount to nothing. As if I'd try to find a higher tier to climb too. Trust me, my superstardom came to me on its own in an organic fashion, while you, on the other hand, became what everyone else was; a label. When people think of an oiled up, built wrestler, they think of you. But for Jimmy Jacobs? The can only insult the monster that I am, with no true labels they can plaster on me."
The familiar music of the Villain plays through the stereo. The music of the owner of the infamous Villain Enterprises. The melodic piano notes in usual villainous tone playing with confidence.
Suddenly the crowd rise as they realise who’s about to arrive. The only person on this show worth seeing. The real reason they bought their tickets. The Villain.
“WOOP WOOP”
As the iconic phrase plays out the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll, walks through the curtain with umbrella in hand. To put on a performance of a lifetime that gets beaten every time he steps through that very curtain.
The Villain steps back as he lures out his manager, the one and only Nigel McGuinness. Together Villain Enterprises stand on the stage. They wait for a second then begin their trek down the ramp to arrive at the ring.
Tody Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183lbs, he is "the Villain", Marty Scurll!"
They arrive into the ring where Nigel McGuinness climbs up into the ring and opens the ropes for his business partner, Marty Scurll.
Marty quickly climbs through the ropes, umbrella first and runs to the opposite side with umbrella high and spirits even higher.
His business partner poses behind him to make a collaboration of the two poses in dual harmony. Just how their partnership remains as they settle and get ready for Marty’s match.
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the arena soundsytem, the fans respond with a heavily mixed reaction to the man they know is coming. In short order, Triple H emerges from the back in his ring gear, looking absolutely ferocious as he takes a big swig from a bottle of water in his hand and then spits it out in a mist before him, which he walks through on his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing 255 pounds, Triple H!
As Hunter hits the foot of the ramp, he walks directly toward the apron and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up. HHH walks along the apron and scrapes his boots on it before stepping into the ring, heading straight for a corner to work the crowd, many of whom are actually still booing him.
After several seconds of this, Hunter climbs down off the turnbuckles and begins performing some pre-match stretches in his corner while he waits for the match to get underway.
DING! DING! DING!
Triple H raising his left hand and putting out his right hand offering Scurll a test of strength Scurll slowly raises his left hand for the test of strength Scurll/Triple H hands lock for a test of strength, Triple H seems to be over powering Scurll, Triple H loosens his grip as his injuries from being having the vending machine crush him seem to take effect, Triple H goes for a jumping knee onto Scurll, which sends Scurll over the top rope, overselling the knee, miraculously Scurll lands on his feet. Triple H takes a second to hold onto his abdomen while Scurll at ringside taking a moment to rest up against the ring apron. Triple H climbs through the middle head first to pick up Scurll by the hair but Scurll steps back and hits Triple H in the head with a superkick. Triple H is left draped over the middle rope. The referee starts counting out Scurll.
Corey Graves: "Scurll out smarting the game, Triple H seems to be slower than usual must be old age, Tom"
Tom Phillips: "Or the fact that he had a 800 pound vending machine tipped on him last week, Corey, That may be it"
Corey Graves: "That happens every other week around here Tom, he should be used to it:"
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Scurll takes his time to get his stuff together.
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Scurll takes his time to get his stuff together, at the sound of two from the referee Scurll grabs his umbrella and rolls in quickly to follow up his superkick. Triple H pushes himself off the middle rope and uses the top rope to lift himself up he turns to see Scurll with his umbrella, Scurll swings downwards to hit Triple H, Triple H moves out of the way of the shot, Scurll hits the top rope the umbrella bounces back and hits him right on the nose, Scurll drops the umbrella, Triple H hits another jumping knee onto Scurll, he falls back into the corner. Triple H sends a knee into Scurll's abdomen, he quickly sends up another knee. Triple H stands on the first rope over Scurll, he starts punching Scurll in the head as the crowd chant along counting the punches
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Mauro Ranallo: "A flurry of punches coming from the cerebral assassin, Triple H"
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Scurll slides under Triple H he pulls out the legs from under him, Triple H goes face first into the the turn buckle. Triple H turns around to Scurll, Scurll pretends to go for a superkick Triple H blocks to protect his face but no Scurll kicks out Triple H's leg, Triple H on his knees Scurll smashes his knee into Triple H's jaw. Scurll goes for the cover...
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Tom Phillips: "Scurll weaseling his way out of the grasp of The Game, Triple H for a short time"
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Triple H kicks out with force. Scurll pulls back his hair in annoyance, Scurll picks himself up and lifts Triple H to his feet, Scurll gets Triple H's head in a headlock but Triple H runs Scurll across the ring into the turnbuckles to force Scurll to release his head. Triple H steps back and throws a few stiff shots towards Scurll who cant react to the punches in time, every punch looks more and more dangerous. Scurll goes he ducks underneath the ropes to stop the barrage from Triple H the referee pulls back Triple H from the cowardly Scurll. Triple H runs at Scurll as he removes himself from the ropes and hits Scurll with a vicious looking clothesline into the corner, Scurll falls face first to the mat, Scurll tries to crawl away from Triple H he tries to escape through the ropes, but Triple H puts his boot to the back of his neck which starts choking him against the ropes, Triple H pulls back on the top rope to leverage more pressure onto Scurll who is being choked out by the bottom rope, the referee tells Triple H to stop but he does not seem to be listening to the referees orders. The referee has no choice but to start counting...
Tom Phillips: "Triple H seems like he is annoyed with Scurll wanting to dish out as much punishment as he can possible deal"
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Triple H lets go as late as possible before being disqualified. Triple H picks up the groggy Scurll and quickly implants his head into the mat with a devastating looking DDT trying to capitalize on Scurll's state. Triple H quickly goes for the pin...
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Scurll somehow kicks out of this, Triple H seems annoyed at how persistent Scurll is deciding to be. Triple H drops a knee on the back of Scurll's head to send a message. Triple H grabs the sides of Scurll and hits a deadlift german suplex onto Scurll. Triple H has the look to inflict more damage onto Scurll. He grabs onto Scurlls waste again and hits another devastating deadlift german suplex.
The crowd start chanting 'One More Time'
Triple H goes for a third deadlift german suplex as Scurll goes over Triples H's head Scurll some how manages to land on his feet Scurll lifts up Triple H and hits a sitout piledriver onto Triple H..
Mauro Ranallo: "Mamma Mia, Scurll had the strength and agility to lift up Triple H after not ONE but TWO! dead lift german suplexes!"
Tom Phillips: "Scurll is taking his time to cover which could be his downfall though."
Scurll covers Triple H eventually as he is worn out from the abuse.
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Triple H miraculously kicks out at two and a half... Scurll can not believe Triple H's resilience... Triple H rolls under the ropes to get away from any follow up using his veteran experience. Scurll realizes that Triple H is standing outside the ring he looks back to the other side of the ring and quickly pops to his feet bouncing off one set of ropes, he uses the other set of ropes to launch himself over towards Triple H, Triple H falls to his knees and moves out of the way as Scurll crashes and burns as he hits the barricade.. Triple H is slow to pick up Scurll. Triple H whips Scurll into the barricade as hard as he can. Scurll goes back first into the barricade.
Mauro Ranallo: "This is a sadistic side of Triple H we have come to know no rest, he can give out damage almost as well as he dishes out punishment to anyone unlucky enough to be on the other side of the squared circle to him"
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Triple H picks up Scurll and flap jacks him into the steel steps, Scurll is draped over the steel steps as Triple H steps on Scurlls back as he makes his way back into the ring to wait for the count out victory.
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Triple H looks like he has second thoughts on getting a count out victory, Triple H rolls out of the ring and runs full pace at Scurll who has fallen off the steps and is on his knees next to the steel steps... Triple H's knee connects to Scurll's jaw as it is caught between the steel steps and the knee.
Corey Graves: "That should be illegal!"
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Scurll looks like a corpse not moving a single muscle, Triple H smiles as he holds onto his ribs.
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Triple H picks up Scurll by the back of his neck and slaps him to add insult to injury before throwing him back into the ring to continue the punishment. Triple H slowly creeps in behind Scurll as Scurll some how stands to his feet in resistance to losing this match, Scurll runs at Triple H with his arm out for a clothesline as Triple H ducks the clothesline and hits a devastating spinning spinebuster. Triple H stands up after the spinebuster throws his arms up and back, as he expands his chest taunting to the crowd signalling his infamous pedigree.
Tom Phillips: "Triple H is looking to finish Scurll right here, right now"
Scurll is in trouble, as he stands up groggily, Triple H boots Scurll in the gut, Triple H puts Scurlls head between his thighs as he grabs both of Scurll's arms to go for the pedigree. Scurll pushes up against Triple H to flip him over himself Triple H comes crashing down behind Scurll onto his ribs, into the referee both the referee and Triple H are down. Scurll falls down to his hands and knees and crawls over to the his umbrella in the corner, Triple H getting up after knocking down the referee and starts making his way towards Scurll. Scurll turns around and pulls out his umbrella into sight off Triple H, its too late Triple H is knocked out with a shot to the head from the umbrella before he can react, Scurll throws the umbrella to ringside and covers Triple H, as the referee turns to see the cover...
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Marty Scurll!
Marty is hella pumped, getting his hand raised in the air but Triple H isn't having any of it as he tries to get to his feet, still dazed. He comes at Marty but after the attack last week and the umbrella shot this, week, his bell is more than a little rung. He comes at Scurll regardless, attacking him from behind but Marty curls up and rolls out of the ring. HHH follows him but Marty has grabbed his umbrella once more and cracks it against his skull! Triple H goes down like a ton of bricks as Marty just laughs at his misfortune and opts to leave. As he's heading up the ramp, none other than Daniel Bryan comes walking down to the ring, clearly moving in to take advantage of Triple H. Scurll slaps Bryan on the back and says go get em, but Bryan just gives Scurll a little shove out of his way and continues down the ramp. This seems to royally piss off Marty who follows Bryan over and gives him a good crack to the back of the head with his umbrella!
Corey Graves: Marty Scurll is just taking no prisoners and I love it!
Marty keeps beating down Bryan until some officials come out from the back and drag him away, leaving all the carnage left behind as he feed fades out with medical officials checking on Bryan and Triple H.
We cut to the apartment where Grado is seen eating 3 Jimmy John’s sandwiches while Boar is just throwing shit clearly angry. Oh and Low Ki is watching a blank tv. What a geek
Boar:”HOW CAN YOU EAT AT A TIME LIKE THIS YOU PUDGY FUCK! I WAS ROBBED! ROBBED BECAUSE OF SCOTTISH SCUM! YOU AND BALD FUCK DID NOTHING! NOTHING! AND NOW YOUR EATING 3 SANDWICHES! 3!”
Grado:“Hey! I’m mad to, eatin' helps me calm doon. Also Ah am not pudgy, ya pig! So once I’m don eatin' we will go demand revenge in loch a tag match or something, deal?”
Boar just grunts in agreement.
Low Ki:”You’re not going anywhere! Listen! I already requested a tag match to EC3, and I get it Grado you wanna be a team player and Boar your just straight up pissed. I get it. I do. But the reason I didn’t help you in the match is to see how much you can take. After examining everything you two have earned to full Low Ki training. Now you will beat that Scottish bitch and the 16 year old virgin! Now get over here, I got my training tapes in!”
Boar:”I DON’T NEED HELP!”
Low Ki: “Yes you do. Because if not you will lose again! With my helmet you and Grado CAN’T lose! I promise! NOW WATCH MY DAMN TAPES!”
Boar:”Look I am only doing it because I am Bored. Get It? BORE-D?”
Grado:”Oh Fuck Off!”
Boar srugs as he and Grado join Low Ki on the Couch, who turns on the TV to reveal.
Grado:”“Oh whut the fuck is thes? Wait ur ye makin' us watch Narutae?”
Low Ki:”SHUT UP GRADO!”
Proletariat Boar:”This is a good fight and I get why your showing it to us. Rock Lee is the ultimate underdog, he has no cool ninja moves, not good with weapons, so he trains his ass off learning Taijutsu, and then this Green day looking fucker comes in, and he has all this talent and has Tom Nook from animal crossing inside him which lets him use an endless supply of cursed sand to defend himself, and while Rock Lee loses, he didn’t give up. Ki is telling us to push ourselves to our limit and overcome what Sammy and McIntrye throw at us. Right?”
Low Ki:”That’s Right!”
Grado:”Wow………………………Ah didn’t know both of you were fuckin Anime nerds. HAH!”
Boar and Low Ki nod at eachother and The Boar just Powerbombs Grado through a cofee Table.
Camera fades out to black.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. From Robbinsdale, Minnesota, weighing in at a 253 pounds.... RAVISHING RICK RUDE!!!
"Whatta Man" by Salt n Pepa blares through the arena as the crowd erupts in boos. "Ravishing Rick Rude steps out from behind the curtain in his flashy robe. He smirks as he looks around the crowd and tightens up his robe.
Rude winks and blows a kiss to a beautiful woman in the crowd as she fans her face and has to sit down. He steps onto the bottom step of the ring steps and looks around to the crowd with a smug look before climbing the rest of the steps.
Rude: In just a moment, you're going to see me pull the plug on the man that has a gimmick like some bad 1980s horror movie written by a bunch of sex-deprived stoners. While my opponent has had no loss of words these past few days, we're about to see just how much loss of blood and sweat and tears that he's going to be able to withstand against me. Jacobs, I don't believe that I left any stone unturned with all the words that I said to you. I didn't pull out all the stops, yet...because there comes a time whenever you've got to put up or shut up. And I'm done talking.
You see, Jacobs...to me, you're just like each and every one of these morons that are out here stuffing their faces with overpriced hot dogs, smearing grease stains on their pant legs with watered down chili cheese nachos, and pumping their clotted veins with sugary sodas. The reason that you're no different from them is because you buy into yourself just as much as they buy into your bullshit. You really think that you're all that and a bag of potato chips, whenever you're just some mediocre guy that has struggled to get past the other mediocre talent here in the UWF.
That little briefcase of yours is your only claim to fame or success, so after I beat your ass from pillar to post tonight...maybe you can talk about this match if you ever have a career worthy of a documentary, and maybe you will talk about how tonight is the night that you realized that you will never be anything better after "Ravishing" Rick Rude made you his bitch tonight.
So with all that being said...what I'd like to have right now...
The crowd erupts into boos.
Rude: Is for all of you fat, lazy, out of shape, cross-eyed, hair-lipped, overweight, unibrowed Swamp Donkeys....to try and keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these women what a real man is supposed to look like. Hit my music!
"Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?"
" ~ L I V I N G D E A D G I R L ~ "
The crowd seems bitter and begin to boo as the hit track of Rob Zombie hits the PA system. The superstar in question to walk out through the curtain is the newly crowned "Mr. Money In The Bank", Jimmy Jacobs, with his prize held by his side.
He stops atop the stage, and the confidence is clear on his face. A look of defiance and smugness can be seen as well as if this moment was pre-determined. The kicking theme of his gets his foot tapping before he heads down. With such confidence, he sways himself down the entrance ramp and to the hard cam side of the ring. He hops atop the apron, putting the briefcase's handled in between his teeth, and hooking his arms around the top rope, looking out to the sea of hateful people.
Tony Chimel: "From Dearborn, Michigan, weighing in at 179 Pounds, he is the owner of the Money In The Bank briefcase, "The Zombie Princess", Jimmy Jacobs!"
He grabs the briefcase and climbs up atop the turnbuckle post, lifting his prize high above his head to a tremendous wave of heat. He hops down from the post, kisses his briefcase, hands it to a ring assistant, and removes his jacket. The assistant places the briefcase next to the ring keepers area, and Jacobs shakes his wrists in anticipation.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
The next bout on Revolution has officially commenced as in this matchup we’re about to witness a classic New School vs Old School contest take place in the UWF. The fans know that this is gonna be a classic Slobber Knocker, and they’re super pumped! Rick Rude is warming up his neck at his corner while Jimmy Jacobs executes his trademark shit-eating grin at Ravishing. The referee orders both men to start the match as both men approach each other, Jacobs signalling that he wants to start off the bout with a test of strength. Rick Rude then follows suit by matching Jacob’s left hand with his right, the hands clasping together. Then the other pair of hands attach together as Jacobs tries to go for a fast one, but unfortunately he’s not able to budge Rude, not even a bit in the slightest.
Rude gives off a cold look at Jacobs as he flexes his whole body while still in the test of strength before easily bending the wrists of Jacobs. Jacobs falls on his knees as he crouches down, kicking his feet in pain as Rude holds him in place. Rude gives off a rugged look at Jacobs direction and pushes forewards, bending the body of Jacobs in an unusual manner as Jacobs makes a pained expression… however it was a misdirection as it was actually turns into amusement as he pulls Rude forwards and connects with a drop toe hold.
Tom Philips: Jimmy Jacobs outsmarted Ravishing in that act, but can he keep it up throughout the entire match?
Corey Graves: It’s a classic brawn vs brain scenario here, Tom.
Tom Philips: Which one is which, Corey?
Corey Graves: Well clearly you don’t fall under the ‘brain’ category, Tom.
Jimmy Jacobs quickly stands up after the drop toe hold, while Rick Rude hops to his feet while holding his face. Bischoff is shouting at Rude but Rude is staring at Jacobs like a bull seeing red! Jacobs chuckles at Ravishing Rude, Rude shaking his head in disgust. Jacobs signals for another test of strength as Rick Rude approaches the Zombie Princess again, Jacobs smiling at Rude as they are about to attach hands again but Rude connects with a kick to the midsection. Jacobs backs away but Rude approaches the Money in the Bank holder and lands a hard punch to the head.
Jacobs staggers back to the ropes, shaking off the hard blow by Rude but Rude walks up and clubs the back of Jimmy Jacobs. Jacobs falls on one knee, holding the ropes still as Rude takes a step back, then approaches Jacobs and hits a classic elbow drop to the back of Jacob’s head! Jacobs tries to shake off the blow but Rude drags Jacobs to the centre of the ring, posing for the crowd. Rude steps back and then walks up for another elbow drop to the back of the head, Jacob falling to the mat without any ropes to use for support.
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Jacobs may be more intelligent the Ravishing Rick Rude but Rick Rude has a much more daunting presence in him.
Tom Philips: Rick Rude has said before that he doesn’t like it when his opponents bring his passion into place. CM Punk made the same mistake and now he’s planning on Jimmy Jacobs making the same mistake.
But no, Jimmy Jacobs easily kicks out! Rude’s plan for a quick and easy kickout failed as he brings Jacobs back to his feet and grabs the head, Jacobs however rakes the eye of Rude as a defensive mechanism. Rude takes a step back as Jacobs lands several hard punches to the head, knocking Rude back to the ropes. Jacobs then hits some quick elbows to the face before whipping Rude to the ropes. Rude returns to Jacobs as Jacobs goes for a clothesline but Rude ducks it. Rude hits the ropes again as Jacobs prepares for another attack but Rude hits a shoulder block instead. Jacobs quickly rises back up as Rude bounces off the ropes, Jacobs leapfrogs over Rude as Rude hits the ropes once again and returns to Jacobs who connects Rude with a crossbody.
Jacobs digs his knee to the chest of Rude as he wails on Ravishing with a series of mounted punches. Rude gets annoyed and simply shoves off the Zombie Princess. Rude tries to stand but Jacobs lands a running stomp to the leg of Rude to keep him down. Jacobs brings Rude to his knees as he lands a hard chop to the chest of Rude. Rude stands up and tries to retreat to the corner but Jacobs approaches and lands another hard chop to the chest. Rude falls on one knee but Jacobs brings Rude to and whips him to the opposite turnbuckle. Jacobs mocks Rude with his trademark rotating-hips pose as he dashes towards Rude, Jacobs however runs into Rude’s extended foot instead. Jacobs is stunned as Rude quickly climbs onto the top turnbuckle, then looks down before leaping off the top rope with a diving clothesline! Jacobs is down as Rick Rude goes for the cover…
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But no, Jimmy Jacobs kicks out with ease! Rick Rude was anticipating for a quick and easy victory but it’s clear that the Money in the Bank holder won’t allow that opportunity for the Ravishing One. Rick Rude shows a neutral expression as he brings Jacobs back up and places him in a headlock. Jacobs moves his hands around, trying to break the grip but Rude’s more ‘traditional’ wrestler’s physique makes it hard to break Rude’s grip. Rude squeezes the head of Jacobs harder but Jacobs twists his head around and slips out, shoving Rude away. Jacobs takes a quick breath as Rude charges towards Jacobs with a clothesline, Jacobs ducking the attack. Jacobs hits the ropes and returns to Rude with a jumping forearm smash, but the 80 pounds in difference doesn’t allow Jacobs to knock down Rude. Rude however is taken back by the blow as Jacobs lands a kick to the midsection. Rude bends down as Jacobs twists Rude around and drops him with a neck breaker! Jacobs smiles to himself, looking at the crowd in the process. Rick Rude recuperates from the neck breaker but Jacobs is already back on his knee and stomps down the Ravishing One, muttering something under his breath before jumping high in the air, landing a STIFF knee drop to the back of the skull!
Tom Philips As we’ve seen already, there’s is quite a size difference between both men, and Jimmy Jacobs knows this. He ain’t taking any chances here tonight!
Corey Graves: You know what he said, Tom. He said ‘chances’ is just another word for ‘odds’ and he’s beaten them time after time. He knows what he’s doing in that ring!
Eric Bischoff yells out at Rick Rude to get up, Jimmy Jacobs telling Bischoff not-so-politely to shut up before dragging Rude to the centre of the ring. Jacobs walks right beside Rude and lands holds the head of the lying down Rude, landing several unprotected shots to the head. Jacobs stands back up and stomps on the chest of Rude. The jolt of pain wakes up Rude as Rude rolls on his stomach, Rude coughing up a storm. Rude makes it to both knees but Jacobs approaches The Ravishing One and lands a SICKENING slap to the head of Rude! The crowd goes ‘ooooh’ as Rude manages to hold his ground.
Rude makes it to one foot as Jacobs bounces off the ropes and runs up to Rude, Rick Rude however bends his knees slightly and lifts up the Zombie Princess over his head with a Military Press. The fans cameras start flashing at Jacobs looks all around him in horror, Rude giving the hard camera a dark look before tossing down Jacobs with a Military Press Slam! Jacobs arches his back in pain as he slips under the ropes, resting on the apron. Rick Rude approaches Jacobs and leans over the ropes, grabbing a hold of Jacob’s head and then pulls him onto his feet… Jacobs however rakes the friggin’ eye of Rick Rude for a second time!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Jacobs is bringing his dirty A game here tonight against Rick Rude!
Tom Philips: Jimmy Jacobs mentioned that Rude hasn’t beaten anybody important, to which Rude replied with ‘Not Yet’.
Ravishing Rick Rude staggers back holding onto his eye as Jimmy Jacobs glances at his opponent. Rude toughs it out as he glares at Jacobs but Jacobs has already jumped on the ropes and is springboards towards Rude… Rude however captures Jimmy Jacobs with a bearhug! Jacobs is trapped as Rude proceeds to squeeze the life out of Jacobs. Jacobs tries to escape using brute force but realizes that it just simply won’t work. Instead he rams his elbow to the side of Rude’s skull. Rude easing up on the grip. Jacobs does this again as Rude releases his opponent. Rude comforts his head but doesn’t notice Jimmy Jacobs advancing, connecting with a Spear! Rick Rude falls as Jacobs goes for the cover…
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But no, Rick Rude kicks out just after two! Jimmy Jacobs knew that the spear wouldn’t finish off Rude, yet for some reason he’s still annoyed about the kickout. Rude slowly rises back to his feet, Jacobs however helps him up and proceeds to club him in the back. Rude approaches the turnbuckles as Jacobs lands some hard knees to the chest before placing him on the top turnbuckle, looking for a high impact move. Jacobs smiles and lands another hard punch to the head to stun him before climbing up the ropes. Jacobs attempts to go for the superplex but Rude blocks the move, Jacobs unable to lift Rude. Rude then counters with several fists to the ribs, catching Jacobs off guard as Jacobs falls off the ropes. Rude motions a classic “I’m so smart” motion by pointing to his head but the sneaky Jacobs shakes the ropes, causing Rude to go off balance and landing his tailbone on the top turnbuckle.
Rude expresses a painful emotion as Jimmy Jacobs takes a quick breath before approaching Rude once again, this time however he gets more vicious by running and pushing Rude off the turnbuckles as Rude tumbles over the ropes and hits his back on the jagged edge of the apron! Jacobs leans on the ropes and mutters something to Rude as Bischoff attempts to console his wrestler. Rude rises back up and looks absolutely pissed off now, slamming his fist on the ground and glares at Jacobs. Jacobs backs away with his hands up, shrugging his shoulders in apathy.
Tom Philips: Jimmy Jacobs is bringing out the mind games here folks, and so far it’s working out in favour for the Zombie Princess.
Mauro Ranallo: This could be the turning point in this matchup!
Ravishing Rick Rude slams his hands on the apron again as the referee starts to count him out, Jacobs motioning for him to step back in the ring. The red hot Rude aggressively slides in the ring as Jacobs proceeds to stomp on the back of Rude, however it appears to be ineffective as Rude manages to grab hold of the legs and executes a double leg takedown. Rude hops on top of Jacobs as Rude now punches the crap out of Jacobs, using his size to his advantage. Jacobs goes into defensive mode to block the attacks but Rude keeps coming with a barrage of strikes, then jumps onto his feet and lands a stiff elbow drop to the head. Jacobs uses this opportunity to try and escape but Rude whips Jacobs to the ropes. Rude bends down for a back body drop but Jacobs stops dead in his tracks and kicks Rude in the face. Rude is groggy now as Jacobs quickly springboards off the ropes and executes a Cutter onto The Ravishing One! Jacobs going for the cover…
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But no, Rick Rude kicks out! Jimmy Jacobs uses the moment to catch his breath while Rick Rude composes himself, Jacobs inhaling deeply. Jacobs brings Rude to his feet and hits a snapmere, then applies a chinlock to Ravishing. Jacobs holds Rude down as Rude is trapped under Jacobs grips, Ravishing waving his arms around in an attempt to escape. Rude tries to pry himself free but doesn’t work out well for him. Jacobs is looks to the fans in amusement before turning his attention back to Rude. Rude slowly makes it back to one knee, Jacobs now cranking up the pressure but Rude now is fully standing up, Jacobs however hops on the back of Rude. Rude looks agitated as he grunts out loud before reaching behind him and tosses Jacobs over his shoulder!
Tom Philips: Look like that Rick Rude is a little more cunning then you make him out to be, Corey.
Corey Graves: Yeah he’s smarter then you are, Tom. Big whoop.
Jimmy Jacobs comforts his back as Ravishing Rick Rude builds up his momentum. Jacobs gets up and approaches Rude but Rude takes him down with a body slam. Jacobs stands up but Rude hits him with another body slam. Jacobs rises back up, a little slower this time however but Rude hits a third body slam.
Jacobs groans as Rude brings him back to his feet once again, hitting the Zombie Princess with a forearm smash. Jacobs staggers back as Rude nails another one, causing Jacobs to lean on the ropes. Rude kicks his opponent in the midsection before bringing him to the center of the ring, and takes him down with a full nelson facebuster! Jacobs is out of it as he goes for the cover...
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And Jimmy Jacobs kicks out! Rick Rude unveils his disgruntled look as he brings Jacobs back to his feet and whips him to the turnbuckles. Rude takes a deep breath before rushing at Jacobs, Jacobs however dodged the attack and Rude hits the turnbuckles. Jacobs quickly bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Rude ducks the attack. Jacobs bounces off the other set of ropes and returns to Rude, who hits the back body drop onto the Zombie Princess!
Jacobs yells out loud as he tries to get on his feet but Rude pulls him up by force and punches him hard in the head. Jacobs falls on one knee as Rude grabs the head and lands another blow to the skull, Jacobs falling on his hands and knees. Jacobs attempts to crawl away but Rude pulls him by the leg, Jacobs however grabs a hold of the ropes. Rude continues to pull as Jacobs has a tight grip, Rude however uses Jacobs’ leg to pull him high in the air and releases him, Jacobs crashing on the ground. Rude quickly brings Jacobs up and executed the DDT!
Tom Phillips: There’s the DDT! Nobody does it better then Rick Rude!
Rude wastes no time as he goes for the cover...
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But no, Jimmy Jacobs kicks out at 2! Rick Rude isn’t easing up as he brings up Jacobs and positions himself for the Rude Awaking. The fans give a mixed reaction as Rude is about to drop Jacobs but Jacobs slams his elbow to the back of the head, causing Rude to release his finisher. Rude turns around to face Jacobs but Jacobs attaches himself to Rude and fires with the Bezeker Drop! Rude is down and out as Jimmy Jacobs goes for the cover...
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No! A kickout from Rick Rude! Rude manages to stay afloat but is in a vulnerable position as Jacobs is now in the drivers seat. Jacobs grabs Rude by the head and pulls him up. Jacobs talks in his ear while dragging him to the corner. Smashing his head on the top turnbuckle. Rude groggily walks away from Jacobs but Jacobs grabs him by the head and bashed it again on the top turnbuckle. Rude falls on his hands and knees as Jacobs bounces off the ropes as Jacobs bounces off the ropes and runs up to Rude, hitting a low dropkick to the side of Ravishing’s head! Rude rolls onto his back as Jacobs jumps in the air and lands a double stomp to the ribcage of Rude. Rude rolls over as Jacobs hits another double stomp to the back of Rude. Rude tries to roll away but Jacobs leaps high in the air and lands a double stomp to the head of Rude. Ravishing stops dead in his tracks as Jacobs picks up Rude and grabs his head, setting up for the Contra Code. The fans give a mixed reaction as The Zombie Princess jumps high in the air, flipping over Rude but Rude pulls him down and counters with an atomic drop!
Tom Philips: That could’ve been it right there! Brilliant counter from Rick Rude!
Corey Graves: All it takes is one Contra Code to end this match, Tom. Remember that.
Jimmy Jacobs hops as he holds his tailbone as Rude goes to grab behind him, Rude however eats an elbow from the MITB holder! Jacobs locks up The Ravishing One and whips him to the turnbuckles. Jacobs dashes at Rude but Rude throws him over the ropes instead… Jacobs however lands on the apron. Rude goes to punch Jacobs off the apron but Jacobs blocks the attack and headbutts Rude in the face instead. Jacobs goes to climb the ropes while Rude reconnects with himself. Rude however notices Jacobs up on the top rope and steals Jacob’s idea and shakes the ropes, causing Jacobs to crash his tailbone on the top turnbuckle. The Zombie Princess looks rather alive and in pain at this point as Rude climbs up the top turnbuckle and lifts Jacobs high in the air with the Superplex! The impact of the move shakes the entire ring as Rude goes for the cover...
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Rick Rude stands back up and looks at the crowd, still hoping to finish off the match but knows that Jacobs still has too much stamina to be put down. Rude puts Jacobs in a sitting position and undercooks the arms, then applies a guillotine choke onto Jacobs. Jacobs is trapped as Rude squeezes the life out of Jacobs, Jacobs struggling to breath with the amount of pressure being placed around his neck. Jacobs moves his arms around, trying to find something to grip onto. Rude drops to one knee to secure the choke, Jacobs arms stop moving.
Mauro Ranallo: I think that’s it. I think Rick Rude just choked out Jimmy Jacobs!
Tom Philips: Could it be possible? The man that ruined the Steen Family lose to Rick Rude here on Revolution?
The fans watch in curiosity as Jimmy Jacobs is trapped in the double undertook guillotine choke, motionless. The referee checks up on Jacobs as Rick Rude eases up on the submission move, thinking that he’s won it right there… however Jacobs is playing possum as he captures Rude with a small package pin!
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But no! Rick Rude kicks out! Rick Rude storms onto his feet, pissed off now at the tricky Jimmy Jacobs. Jacobs knows that he’s gotten inside the head of Rude as he approaches Rude, Rude however just simply SLAPS Jacobs across the face! Jacobs falls on his knees, comforting his face as Rude moves behind him, pulling on his hair to stand him back up. The referee approaches both men from behind to warn Rude of the hair pulling… Jacobs however pulls a fast one and lands a low blow onto both the referee and Rude, both men falling down!
Tom Philips: The referee is down! Who’s going to officiate the match now?
Corey Graves: How come the referee is out cold from being kicked in the balls? Geez…
Jimmy Jacobs leans on the ropes, giving Rude his shit-eating grin as Rude’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, in serious pain from being kicked in the nads. Jacobs walks up and grins at him wider as Rude climbs to his knees, Jacobs returns the slap to The Ravishing One. Jacobs laughs now as Rick Rude falls on his side, acting in serious pain. Jacobs looks down at the ‘weak’ Rick Rude, not realizing that Eric Bischoff is seen currently in the ring, holding onto a steel chair. Rude is down, selling the slap hard as Jacobs raises his arms in victory as Bischoff runs up to Jacobs, slamming the chair to the back of Jacobs! Jacobs arches his back and cries out in pain but doesn’t fall down. Instead he turns around and faces Bischoff with a now-pissed off look.
Mauro Ranallo: Eric Bischoff is going to feel Jimmy Jacob’s wrath now!
Tom Philips: Run Eric, while you still can.
Corey Graves: Or you know, just stand there and piss your pants in fear like everyone else. That works too.
Eric Bischoff threatens Jimmy Jacobs with the chair again, Jacobs however aggressively approaches Bischoff and knocks the chair out of his hands. Bischoff manages to make a clean getaway as Jacobs turns his eyes on the prize, Rick Rude however lunges up with the chair and SMASHES it on the face of Jacobs! Jacobs drops on the canvas like a sack of potatoes as Rude holds the dented chair in hand, sliding it under the ropes. The referee is conscious as Rude goes for the cover…
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But no! Jimmy Jacobs kicks out! Rick Rude grunts in annoyance as he stands up and stomps on Jacobs several times. Jacobs uses the ropes to help himself up but Rude whips him to the opposite Side of the ring, Jacobs returns and ducks Rude’s clothesline. Jacobs returns as Rude lands a hard knee to the stomach of Jimmy Jacobs. Jacobs groans as Rude spins Jacobs around and executes the Rude Awakening!!
Tom Philips: Rick Rude did it! Can he finish off Jimmy Jacobs right here?!
Jacobs is down as Rick Rude goes for the cover!
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Jacobs tries to break free like last time but doesn’t have the energy to do so, forced to try and defend the bearhug by any means neccessary. Rude keeps the hold locked in and refuses to let go like the last submission attempt. Rude lets out a strongman’s face as he squeezes on Jacobs even more. Jacobs face turning red from the punishment that his body is receiving from Rude. Rude adds even more pressure which causes Jacobs to yelp, realizing that he has to get out of the submission hold by any means necessary. Jacobs tries to reach for Rude’s head but his arms aren’t long enough to reach around Rude’s massive physique. Jacobs then takes another page from the book of dirty tricks by biting onto the shoulder of Rude!
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! He’s literally biting off the flesh of Rick Rude!
Corey Graves: I wonder if he can taste all of that cheap K-Mart perfume that Rude putted on before the match?
Rick Rude cries out in pain as he tries to shake Jimmy Jacobs gritty teeth off his shoulders. The referee tries to warn Jacobs with a DQ but the pain becomes unbearable as Rude forces Jacobs out of the bearhug. Jacobs now releases the biting as Rick Rude cowers to the corner to check on his wounds. The referee checks up on Rude but Jacobs pushes the referee away as brings Rude to the centre of the ring, spins around and executes the Contra Code onto Rick Rude! The fans boo Jacobs rather harshly as Jacobs goes for the cover…
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Jacobs gives off a ‘I don’t care’ look as he lifts Rick Rude by his feet with Ravishing still hanging on the middle rope. Jacobs looks both ways before delivering a toe kick to the midsection while still holding onto both legs. Jacobs releases the legs as Rude collapses onto the canvas. Rick Rude is coughing up a storm now as Jimmy Jacobs steps by the ropes and springboards himself up, landing a high stomp to the face of Rude. Jacobs shouts at Rick Rude to get up, Rude however is unable to so Jacobs sprinboards himself up again and drops another high stomp to the face of Rude. Eric Bischoff hops on the apron and is yelling at Jacobs, Jacobs turns his attention to Bischoff and dashes at him, hitting a forearm smash that knocks Bischoff to the ground.
Tom Philips: This could the thing that Rick Rude is looking for…
Jimmy Jacobs returns his attention to Rick Rude, but Rude musters up enough stamina to kick Jacobs right in the midsection and holds Jacob’s head for a DDT, the plan backfires however as Jacobs rams Rude to the turnbuckles and starts hitting some shoulder thrusts to the stomach. Jacobs hits several more shoulder thrusts and goes to whip Rude, Rude however counter whips Jacobs to the turnbuckles. Rude dashes at Jacobs but Jacobs quickly grabs Rude and sends him flying shoulder-first onto the steel post! Rude backs away while comforting his shoulder as Jacobs goes for a school boy pin, holding the tights!
Mauro Ranallo: Wait a minute!
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The fans cheer for the intensity of the match as Jacobs rolls around, trying to reach for the ropes but Rude pulls Jacobs and himself to the centre of the ring. Jacobs cries in pain as Rude unleashes more pressure onto the legs of Jacobs. Jacobs waves his arms around as Eric Bischoff orders Rude to break Jacobs’ legs. Jacobs shakes his head, trying to mentally fight off the pain as he slowly turns his body over. Rude fights back with the rolling to prevent a counter as Jacobs continues the fight to make it to his stomach, inch by inch. Rude now shakes his head as Jacobs finally makes the full turn, countering the figure four leg lock to his advantage. Rude quickly releases the leg lock to prevent unnecessary damage to his leg, relieving Jacobs of the pain.
Mauro Ranallo: This match is taking a brutal turn. Both men are doing everything in their power to come out victorious!
Corey Graves: Well both of these men have talked ALOT of trash with one another. I’m not surprised that they’re going to war here on Revolution!
Jimmy Jacobs is seen comforting his leg while Rick Rude struggles to get to his feet, his energy quickly depleting as he’s getting worn out. Jacobs tries his best to apply pressure onto his legs, using support of the ropes to help himself up but gets knocked back down by Rick Rude. Rude brings Jacobs to the centre of the ring and takes him down with a classic suplex! Jacobs groans out loud as Rick Rude is looking to end it once and for all. Rick Rude looks down and sees that Jacobs is using Rude’s legs to help himself up. Rick Rude laughs at him as Jacobs is slowly on his feet, shaking from the effects of the figure four leg lock. Rude goes to punch The Zombie Princess in the face but Jacobs grabs the fist of Rude, spins around and connects with the Contra Code out of nowhere!!
The crowd gives an excited but mixed reaction as Jimmy Jacobs is back on his feet, knowing that Rick Rude still has some fight left in him and won’t give up yet. Jacobs brings Rude back to his feet and bends him over, gets the double undertook and takes him down with the Bezerk Drop! Rude is down but clearly still conscious. Jimmy Jacobs looks up to the fans and officially declaring the match over, bringing up Rude for yet another finisher. Jacobs jumps over the already-dead Rude as he executes another Contra Code, putting the final nail in the coffin. Rude is down and out as Jacobs goes for the cover…
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Corey Graves: Oh what the hell is this?! Somebody get this idiot out of here!
The referee looks at Eric Bischoff with a half shocked half angry look. Eric Bischoff argues with the referee before clocking him with a punch to the head. Jacobs exits the ring and approaches Eric Bischoff, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and begins to threaten Rick Rude’s manager. Bischoff orders Jimmy Jacobs to release him but Jacobs throws Bischoff to the security barrier. Jacobs then runs up and lands a big boot to the face, causing Bischoff to go flying into the crowd. The fans cheer loudly that Bischoff just got kicked in the face, even if it was from a purely hated man like Jimmy Jacobs. Jacobs swears out loud before approaching the announcers tables, reaching for his Money in the Bank briefcase. Jacobs slides the briefcase in the ring and then enters it, noting that Rick Rude is still out cold.
Jimmy Jacobs could end the match but the referee is out, so this moment is perfect to extract The Zombie Princess’s revenge. Jacobs approaches the near-dead Rick Rude and smashes the briefcase several times over the chest and back of Rude, then once across the face of Rude. Jacobs then slams the MITB briefcase onto the ground and brings Rude back to his feet, double underhooks Rude and smashes his face on the briefcase with a Bezerker Drop! Rude is once again out cold but the referee is still out so Jacobs can’t go for the pin.
Corey Graves: Eric Bischoff better post an ad on the local paper for a new client, and inquire about a funeral service while he’s at it!
Tom Philips: Jimmy Jacobs won’t stop until he wins this match.
There’s a look of uncertainly in the crowd as Jimmy Jacobs uses his foot to slide the briefcase out of the ring, Rude’s face smashed in, yet somehow no blood has been shed (yet). Jacobs brings Rude to a sitting position as he steps in front of him and applies the End Time submission hold, grabbing a hold of Rude’s neck! Rude isn’t all there so the submission hold is already working, Rude slowly going unconscious. Eric Bischoff rolls back in the ring and charges at Jacobs, smashing the Money in the Bank briefcase to the back of Jacob’s head. Jacobs falls down as Bischoff slides the briefcase under Rick Rude, out of sight from Jacobs. Bischoff turns his attention to Jacobs, Jacobs however rushes to Bischoff but Bischoff escapes Jacobs wrath. Jacobs kicks the ropes and curses at Bischoff. Jacobs now turns his attention back to Rude as he approaches The Ravishing One, who is on his hands and knees. Rude releases all the energy he has left and swings the briefcase at Jacobs, hitting him in the groin area as Jacobs falls to his back!
Tom Philips: Well you gotta fight fire with fire if you want to beat Jimmy Jacobs!
Mauro Ranallo: That’s right Tom! You gotta beat him at his own game!
The crowd cheers as Jimmy Jacobs yells “FUCK!” really loudly, pissed off at everyone involved in the match. Rick Rude weakly slides the briefcase out of the ring, still not 100% sure where the hell he is or why he’s fighting Jimmy Jacobs. The Ravishing One slowly makes his way back up, and so does Jimmy Jacobs. The referee is also back in the ring so the rules are back in play as of this moment.
Rick Rude lands a hard punch to the head of Jacobs, Jacobs staggering back for a moment before returning fire with his own punch. Rude shakes it off before reacting with another punch, Jacobs then speeds up his return punch. Rude goes for yet another punch but Jacobs blocks it and kicks Rude in the midsection before whipping him to the ropes. Rude returns to Jacobs as Jacobs goes for a spear but Rude leapfrogs over Jacobs. Rude bounces off the ropes and runs back to Jacobs, taking him down with a jumping clothesline. Jacobs stands back up but eats a spinning back elbow from Rude. Jacobs groggily approaches Rude once again as Rude brings up Jacobs and delivers a backbreaker. Jimmy Jacobs arches his back in pain before standing back up, but falls to Rick Rude’s Spike Piledriver instead! Rick Rude then goes for the cover!
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Mauro Ranallo: Both men are giving absolutely everything they have to offer. Mama Mia what a matchup!
Corey Graves: I have to agree with you for once, Mauro!
Tom Philips: Am I hearing you right, Corey?
Corey Graves: Don’t ruin it, Tom.
Rick Rude and Jimmy Jacobs are both feeling the fatigue now as they both struggle to get to their feet. The referee is counting them both down as both men refuse to let this match fall to a double countdown. Rude struggles to get back up as Jimmy Jacobs barely makes it to his knees. Rude rises to his feet first and approaches Jacobs, signalling for the Rude Awakening once more. Rude brings Jacobs to the centre of the ring and turns him around for the Rude Awakening, Jacobs however breaks free from the hold. Jacobs sets up Rude for the Contra Code, running up the ropes but Rude holds him in place and sits him on the top turnbuckle, his back facing Rude.
Rude climbs up the ropes and grabs a hold of Jacobs from behind, attempting to go for a Super Back Suplex but Jacobs is fighting for dear life, not wanting the back of his head dropped on the canvas below. Rude tries to outmuscle his smaller opponent but Jacobs refuses to budge, instead he rams his elbow to the face of Rude several times, knocking Rude back and sending him crashing below. Rude stands back up but Jacobs BACKFLIPS OVER RUDE AND EXECUTES THE CONTRA CODE- NO WAIT RICK RUDE CAPTURES AND SPINS HIM MIDAIR AND LANDS THE GOD DAMN RUDE AWAKENING!!!
Tom Philips: Whoah!!
Corey Graves: Oh shit!!
Rick Rude then goes for the cover!!!
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Jimmy Jacobs kicks out!! Rick Rude is absolutely stunned at this point, not sure what to do next. Eric Bischoff is also in disbelief, looking at the referee for verification that Jacobs kicked out at 3. Rick Rude can only shake his head as he looks at his opponent, wondering how he’s gonna finally finish off the Zombie Princess. Bischoff meanwhile is losing his shit as he kicks the steel steps and hops onto the apron, giving the referee hell. The ref tries to calm him down, Bischoff isn’t hearing it and asks about the ridiculous call. Rick Rude stands up and gives Bischoff a quick look before turning his attention back to Jacobs, Jacobs however poking the eye of Rude. Rude cries out in pain before retreating away from Jacobs, Jacobs however struggles to find the stamina to attack Rude. Jacobs leaning on the ropes for support but Bischoff hops on the apron behind Jacobs and holds him in place. Jacobs struggles to break free as Rude sees Jacobs trapped and runs up to him. Jacobs breaks free at the last second as Rude stops dead in his tracks, almost hitting Bischoff. Bischoff and Rude exchanges some words with one another as Jimmy Jacobs runs up from behind and uses the ropes and Bischoff’s face to run up attack with THE CONTRA CODE!! Rude is flattened out as Jacobs hops on top of The Ravishing One, using his feet on the ropes as leverage as he goes for the pin…
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Here is your winner of the Match: Jimmy Jacobs!
Jimmy Jacobs slowly slides out of the ring, leaving Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff down and out as Jacobs celebrates his win. Jacobs is handed the MITB briefcase by the referee as the ref raises Jacob’s hand. Jacobs wipes Rick Rude’s sweat off the briefcase and hugs it, walking up the ramp as Revolution fades out
END OF SHOW
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