Post by Danny on Sept 1, 2018 2:51:18 GMT -6
Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing the excited faces of the UWF faithful. The whole crowd seemingly chant "UWF! UWF! UWF!" in a never ending fashion. The camera then cuts to ringside where Tom Phillips, Corey Graves and Mauro Ranallo are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: It's the final show before the King of the Ring and we've got ourselves a big contract signing tonight for the main event of the King of the Ring with Larry Sweeney and Vinny Marseglia
Tom Phillips: It's a huge show tonight! So huge that we don't want to waste any time. Let's head down to the ring for the first contest of the night!
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!!
Emma strikes her pose as Chimel finishes her introduction. Zack gives her a last-minute pep talk before he slides out of the ring. He nods at her, replicating it as Emma stands there ready.
The kicking theme of Velvet Sky hits te PA system hits, and she wastes little time getting to the ring. As she hops up on the apron, entering the middle and top rope to do her signature taunt, Ryder suddenly grabs a hold of her legs to keep her in position! The crowd boo, and Velvet tries to fight the pre-match atttack, but it's too late as Emma comes over and kicks the rope under her to the baby oven! It knocks the wind out of Sky as she falls into the ring, and the ref rings the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Emma wastes little time, stomping away at the stomach and head of Sky, before the ref has to back her up. She's in no mood for any kind of action, and wants to get this over with.
Tom Phillips: "Talk about unfair! This is suppose to be our first Women's Match, there should be some respect here!"
Corey Graves: "Stuff it Tom, this isn't about the Women of the UWF, it's about how smart of a competitor Emma is!"
Emma calls for Sky to get up, and as she does, Emma runs backwards to the ropes, to Sky, and lands her Spotlight Kick, before covering her for the pin.
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, Emma!"
Emma taps the side of her head to show her intelligence, before stepping down to the ring and raising her hands to spite the crowd as we turn away from the action.
Chris Jericho: Hello Newcastle! This is our final concert before the King of the Ring event in Manchester, and I'd love for you all to sing along to this one. You all know the words.
One.
Two.
One Two Three Four.
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
Boo!
You are beautiful on the inside
You are innocence personified
And I will drag you down and sell you out
Run away
I'd run away too if I saw your face!
Chris is describing his everyday life again!
Is this supposed to be like a metaphor or something?
I am cold like December snow
I have carved out this soul made of stone
And I will drag you down and sell you out
You just said that!
He's already run out of new lyrics!
It doesn't snow much in December! Mostly rain! Lots of rain!
Embraced by the darkness, I'm losing the light
Encircled by demons, I fight
The hell are you talking about?
Drowning in the spotlight, yet embraced by the darkness? Typical celebrity!
Demons are cool!
What have I become? Now that I've betrayed
Everyone I've ever loved, I pushed them all away
And I have been a slave to the Judas in my mind
Is there something left of me to save
In the wreckage of my life? My life
No! There's nothing left to save! You already blew it!
Slavery? He supports slavery!
What's with all the Jesus references in these songs?
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
Judas in, Judas in my mind
Judas in my mind
That makes no sense!
No, he's just an asshole!
Nothing new was established in that line!
Oh, this guilt is a heavy cross
There is blood on the path I walk
And each step I take is haunting me
Probably should've thought of that before you went and did it, whatever it is that you did!
What's haunting you, the ghosts of failures past?
First December, now Halloween? Pick a season and stay there!
Embraced by the darkness, I'm losing the light
Encircled by demons, I fight
What have I become? Now that I've betrayed
Everyone I've ever loved, I pushed them all away
And I have been a slave to the Judas in my mind
Is there something left of me to save
In the wreckage of my life? My life
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
Judas in, Judas in my mind
Here he goes again, repeating the same lines!
How about he repeat the time he fell off the face of the Earth!
Hate to say it, but I'm with them on this one!
[Guitar Solo]
Woo! Let's go guitarist!
Best part of every song!
Man, they really do rely on guitar solos!
What have I become? Now that I've betrayed
Everyone I've ever loved, I pushed them all away
And I have been a slave to the Judas in my mind
Is there something left of me to save
In the wreckage of my life? My life
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
Judas in, Judas in my mind
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
I'm becom-, I'm becom-, I'm becoming
Judas in, Judas in my mind
Judas in my mind
Chris Jericho: Alrighty. Thanks for that... vocal response. We've got time to kill, so we're taking requests. Let's hear what you guys want. Do you want...
Drinking With Jesus?
No!
Painless?
No!
Sandpaper?
No!
Enemy?
No!
Lights Go Out?
No!
Martyr No More?
No!
Chris Jericho: Well, what do you want?
That One Heckler From Like 2 Weeks Ago: We want you to leave!
Chris Jericho: You want us to leave?
That One Heckler From Like 2 Weeks Ago: No, we want you to leave!
Chris Jericho: Well I want you to leave, how about that?
That One Heckler From Like 2 Weeks Ago: It'd be better if you left! I paid to see Fozzy, but all I'm getting is an asshole in a scarf and jacket!
Chris Jericho: Oh, you think it's easy being the lead singer of this band?
That One Heckler From Like 2 Weeks Ago: Easy to do better than you're doing! Seriously, I came to see music, not to have an argument with the prima donna frontman!
Chris Jericho: If you want to hear music, sit down and shut the hell up.
That One Heckler From Like 2 Weeks Ago: Are you gonna be singing?
Chris Jericho: Of course I'll be singing you stupid idiot. I'm the lead singer. I sing.
That One Heckler From Like 2 Weeks Ago: Be better if you didn't!
Chris Jericho: Fine! We'll see how great the show goes without me. I'm outta here.
Rich Ward: Wait, Chris, where are you going?
Chris Jericho: Home!
Rich Ward: Ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna take five, and we'll be back. Most of us, anyway.
Rich Ward: Chris, what the hell are you doing out there?
Chris Jericho: I'm tired of being berated by my... I mean, our own fans. They're ruining the show, and I'm sick of it.
Rich Ward: They're not ruining the show Chris. You are.
Paul Di Leo: He's right. You're making a huge scene. You're being a huge asshole to everyone.
Chris Jericho: Paul, we've been over this. Know your place.
Billy Grey: Paul's got a point. You're treating every fan you meet like absolute shit, and you're depriving everybody that paid of a rocking show.
Frank Fontsere: Chris, this isn't the UWF. This is Fozzy. Learn to flip that wrestling switch off.
Chris Jericho: This has nothing to do with my wrestling commitments.
Paul Di Leo: Every single night, it's been the same shit ever since you turned heel.
Chris Jericho: I haven't turned heel, the fans just boo me.
Billy Grey: And you are an asshole to literally everybody, even us.
Frank Fontsere: And you attacked the champion from behind. Pretty heelish stuff right there.
Chris Jericho: Why is everybody making such a big deal out of that? I'm just doing what any other person would do in my situation.
Rich Ward: The point is that you need to make a choice. Do you care more about the band or your wrestling stint? You can't have both anymore.
Chris Jericho: Bullshit. I've been balancing both for 19 years.
Rich Ward: This is different. You need to draw the line or it'll just ruin everything. Now, if you need us, we'll be playing the rest of this concert. Join us if you wish, but if you think something else is more important than this band right now, by all means go for it. And don't come back either.
Fin
The action cuts back to the announce team sitting ringside.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and Gentlemen...what you’re about to see is a UWF network exclusive of what happened directly after we went off the air last week on Revolution.
The camera switches to footage of the backroom area. Rick Rude storms through the curtain with Eric Bischoff directly in tow. Rick Rude is shouting obscenities as Bischoff is following two steps behind him trying to calm him down. Rick turns over a table that has various refreshments and snacks placed upon it, stagehands and various backstage employees scatter as Rick continues his carnage, throwing chairs and various objects across the backstage area. UWF superstars back out of Rick Rude’s way as he continues his rampage. Renee Young rushes onto the camera’s view.
Renee: Rick?! Rick?! Rick, please stop for just a second...we all just witnessed as Jimmy Jacobs pulled the cheapest win possible by using the ring ropes as elevation for his pin, what are you thinking right now?
Rick kicks a speaker, sending sparks flying.
rRude: My thoughts? My thoughts?!
Rick continues his rampage grabbing a nearby cameraman by the shirt collar and giving him a hip toss.
Rude: My thoughts are simple, Miss Young...Jacobs, if you had the balls that you claim to, you would’ve came right back here and faced me like a man. Instead, you skipped out through the crowd like a coward, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to catch up with you. You spent all this time bragging and shit, and for what? For you to pull the rug out from under me? We just went out there and put on a five star match for the ages, and what do you do? You take the coward’s way out. I’m not finished with you, not by a long shot. The next time that we find each other in the ring across from each other, come hell or high water, I am going to make sure that we are surrounded by steel, barbed wire, fire, or whatever the hell kind of element that you can think of….either way, the next time that I get my hands on you, there will be no escape, no easy way out, and no cheap way to win the match...that’s for fucking sure. I wrote the book on winning by any means necessary, but the fact that you pulled a fast one on me proves something to me...you’re more like me than I care to admit. I’m not saying that your fruitcake lifestyle is anything like mine, but we have similar styles in the ring. Anytime that you feel like pushing yourself to the limit, you let me know...because you’ve got the ass-beating of a lifetime coming to you after that stunt you just pulled.
Renee: Ok, I seem to have struck a nerve here...Rick, after several weeks of people doubting you, you’ve just went out there and put on one of the best matches in recent history...anything to say to those that still doubt that you’ve got what it takes?
Rude: Any doubts? What the hell? After this match, if there are any people left in the back that doubt anything that “Ravishing” Rick Rude has to offer, then they’re missing quite a few brain cells, which wouldn’t be surprising considering this cesspool of genetic failures that we have on the roster. I decided that tonight, it was time that I put up or shut up...I went out there and took one of the best that this company has to offer to his very limit. When’s the last time that you saw Jacobs go out there and blatantly take the cheap way out? Exactly. He only did that because he knew that was the only way that he was going to beat me. I don’t blame the kid, I would have done the same thing if I was facing someone that I couldn’t keep down. You look around here, right now...who do you see? No one. Usually, after a match like that, the boys would be lined up ready to give praise for tearing the roof off of the building like we just did, but the minute that I pulled back the curtain and let my aggressions be known, every single person, except for you, scattered like roaches when the light switches.
Are you surprised at that? I’m not. Finally, people are starting to understand that I need to be taken seriously. Jacobs doubted me, look at where he is...he’s halfway to the next venue, tucking his tail in between his legs and running. This week was the first time that I got to prove my worth against someone who wasn’t just another curtain jerker. I took on the man that has the “keys to the kingdom” so to speak...and he had to cheat to win...what’s that tell you, sweetheart?
Renee: If you’re really asking me what that means, then I would venture to say that it means that you’ve definitely made a big splash into the “singles” scene here in the UWF. My next question is for your manager, Eric Bischoff. Rumor has it that your nephew, Eugene has signed a contract with UWF and for his first match, he has requested a match against “Ravishing” Rick Rude himself. Your thoughts, Mr. Bischoff?
Bischoff removes the ice pack from his temple before looking at Renee, puzzled.
Bischoff: Mr. Bischoff? Now that’s an article of the highest respect, like I deserve, in a very long time. My thoughts on my nephew signing on, however...I’m highly disappointed. I’m disappointed in my dear sister for even agreeing to let my nephew come close to the ring again. I’m disappointed in whoever is holding the pencil next week that thought it would be a good idea to pit Eugene agaisnt “Ravishing” Rick Rude. The reason that I am disappointed can be broken down into different levels.
On one hand, I am a proud uncle...I’m proud that he continues to prove people wrong considering his….condition. I’m proud that he continues to defy the odds and gets accepted into companies just based off of his heart.
On the other hand, however...I’m so disappointed in the poor decision making that the management of this company has shown with the improper ‘booking’ of Eugene. How in the hell do you even begin to rationalize pitting a child at heart like Eugene against a complete mastermind in the ring like Rick Rude? It’s a travesty. I would like to be proud for my nephew in his debut match in the UWF, but considering the events that we all just witnessed just moments ago...I can’t even name a personal enemy that I would book against Rick right now. This little tantrum that Rick is throwing right now, that’s child’s play. He’s going to go out next week and be on top of his game and put on another clinic. Considering how pissed off he is right now, I’m afraid to even tell him what his bookings are with the agencies that we affiliate with, let alone let him know that he is booked for next week in the ring with someone who doesn’t even come close to being on the same level as he is.
Rick continues his rampage off camera as various items can be seen tossing about. Renee and Bischoff watch these items toss around before Renee continues.
Renee: Mr. Bischoff...over the past few weeks you have hinted around to forming a new “group” of individuals like you have in the past. What can you tell me about how you’ve been organizing those events?
Bischoff begins to laugh to himself as a cameraman runs to the opposite side of the screen, with a trash can following shortly behind him.
Bischoff: Now, Renee...how does the saying go? You’re not supposed to kiss and tell? I wouldn’t say, by any means, that I am organizing anything. I’m just putting the thought out there. I’m a businessman, I’m always interested in good business. If someone else that’s worth their merit is interested in my offer, then we might have more to talk about on that subject. Otherwise, it was just a thought that I pondered upon. We don’t necessarily need to form any type of group to go straight to the top, but if anyone is looking to learn the bumps of the road and ride Rick’s coattails to the top, then by all means...we’re all about paying it forward here.
Renee: So, what’s next for you and your client?
Bischoff: What’s next? I can answer that question on both sides of the coin. One one side of the coin you have the realistic way of doing things and on the other you have the idealistic. The idealistic side of things would be for the management of this company go ahead and give Rick the chances that he deserves by placing him in contendership for whatever title he chooses to pursue. But on the realistic side of things, the management of this company are going to continue to be stubborn and ignore my expert suggestions, as they continue to improperly book my client. Jimmy Jacobs fended off 5 other men in the Money in the Bank match and still won without anywhere near the near finishes like we just witnessed a few moments ago. He goes against “Ravishing” Rick Rude and it’s a complete soap opera of a match where the fans are salivating on the edges of their seats. Jacobs barely beat Rick. What does that tell you about what should be next for Rick? If I was in the driver’s seat of this company, I would make the sensible decision and back the right man for the job of being the face of this company...alas, they all learn the hard way. Eventually they will see that the responsibility of leading this company into a new era will not fall on the shoulders of The Miz, Cesaro, Jericho, Jacobs, Triple H, Daniel Bryan, etc. That responsibility solely lies on the shoulders of the one, the only…”Ravishing” Rick Rude. I see security coming very quickly, maybe it’s time that I take Rick and let him get a breath of fresh air before he completely levels this arena.
Brian Kendrick is walking backstage on his way to gorilla position for his match when he stopped by Charly Caruso.
Charly Caruso
Brian, Excuse me, any last thoughts before your match with Matt Hardy?
The Brian Kendrick
What do you want to hear, huh? You want me to drone on about how this match is a sure victory? Is that what you want? Some last minute confidence? Well I can't give you that because truth is, I don't know how this match will go. Do I win? Do I lose? Who knows? Fate. Fate knows. So why don't you ask Fate, Charly? Shall we?
Brian produces a coin from his pocket.
The Brian Kendrick
Heads... I win. Tails... I lose.
Brian flips the coin into the air but walks off before it lands, missing the result. The camera however pans down and zooms in to show the coin.
QUIET ON THE SET, MAY WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?
The fans begin booing loudly as Miz's traditional Hollywood intro plays, the arena lights dimmed to darkness.
AAAWWWEEEESSSOOOMMEEEEEE!!!!!
"The Man" by The Killers" begins to play as The Miz steps out onto the stage alongside his Hired Gunns, Billy Kidman and Billy Gunn. Miz grabs the Intercontinental Championship and does his usual title pose with it, Gunn and Kidman each taunting to a different side
Tony Chimel: "Being accompanied by The Hired Gunns... residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed 'Most Must-See Champion in UWF History', The Miz!"
Miz continues his walk, holding his Intercontinental Championship with pride even as the fans boo him the entire way down there. Gunn and Kidman heel it up a bit by taunting the crowd until they reach the ringside area, where Miz does his traditional apron taunt.
Miz enters the ring, and the Hired Gunns enter a few seconds behind him as Miz is posing on the ropes with the championship, arms spread out almost inviting the fans to boo him even more, which they gladly do.
After a few more seconds, Miz gets off of the ropes and goes to his corner, The Hired Gunns outside after being asked to leave the ring by the referee, and Miz ready for the bell.
DING DING DING
The Miz takes off his sunglasses but Swagger is ready to fight, running over and colliding with him in the corner with a big splash. The Hired Gunns look furious on the outside but Swagger doesn't care as he grabs The Miz at the waist and throws him back with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Miz lands hard on his back and sits up in pain, grabbing at said back. Swagger comes over and grabs him by his hair, lifting him back up to his feet before throwing him over his shoulder.
Mauro Ranallo: Jack Swagger came in ready to fight and really show the entire UWF what he can really do.
Corey Graves: Look, I like Swagger but he attacked the champ before he was even ready. You want to prove you can beat an A-Lister, do it fairly.
Tom Phillips: Oh like how The Miz wins his matches fair and square?
Corey Graves: Yes exactly like that Phillips, the Hired Gunn's are just friends looking out for him. You wouldn't know anything about friendship though.
It looks like Swagger is going for a running powerslam but Miz is able to slide off behind him, raking his eyes on the way down. Swagger is temporarily blinded and grabs at his eyes but Miz ends up chop blocking him at the knee! Swagger falls to his knees, still grabbing his eyes. Miz is ready to retaliate though and starts throwing his world famous IT kicks! He kicks Swagger in the chest twice but Jack ends up catching his thrid attempt and instead transitions it into an Ankle Lock! Miz is close to the ropes though and manages to quickly get his hands on them forcing the ref to make the count. Swagger keeps the hold locked in until the count of four before finally letting go and backing away.
Swagger isn't done going on the offensive though and runs forward to clothesline The Miz but Miz drops down, lowering the top rope and Swagger ends up stumbling out of the ring. Instead of following up, Miz grabs at his ankle, making sure it's not too damaged. Swagger hops back on the apron and comes into the ring. The match is now reset but Miz still backs away from Swagger knowing a direct approach isn't the right way to take this fight. Miz gets backed into a corner and so Swagger lunges at him but Miz dodges and gives Swagger a chop to the chest. Jack does not look amused and grabs Miz's throat with both hands. Miz retaliates with a kick to the gut followed by a snap DDT! He turns Swagger over for the first pin of the match.
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2 . . .
Swagger kicks out! Now that Swagger is down, Miz jumps right on him, placing him in a side headlock and raining down punches to the top of his skull until the ref makes a count of 4. Miz backs away while Swagger tries to get to his feet. He gets up to a knee but Miz runs backwards, hitting the opes and coming back with a big boot expect Swagger catches his foot and just straight pushes him backwards. Miz rolls back up to his feet but he's met with a big boot by Swagger! You can practically see the starts surrounding Miz's head as Swagger now hooks the leg for the pin.
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Miz gets the shoulder up! Swagger has a look of annoyance on his face and it isn't helping with the Hired Gunns yapping on the outside. He pulls The Miz up and grabs him in a gutwrench, perhaps looking for his finisher already but Miz grabs onto Swagger leg and won't let go. Swagger decides to lift Miz up as high as he can, moving his leg up with it before lunging forward into a gutbuster! Miz rolls off his knee and continues rolling all the way to the outside where the Hired Gunns tend to him. Swagger places his hand on his heart and yells out "We the People!"
Mauro Ranallo: Jack Swagger has been looking mighty impressive so far here against the Intercontinental Champion.
Corey Graves: Swagger is a hell of an athlete, one that cna go far in this company but The Miz has been a mainstay in UWF for a long time. It'll take a lot of dethrone him.
Swagger exits the ring and goes to the outside to get The Miz. KIdman steps in his way and tells him back off but Swagger just grabs him and throws him aside. Miz was lying in wait though and he runs at Swagger with a running forearm. Swagger gets staggered by the hit but he's still on his feet. Miz comes up from behind him though and pushes him into the steel ring post! Swagger's head collides with it and he falls to the floor. He tries to scoot back to the barricade but Miz lays in on him, stomping him over and over before backing up. He then takes a running start before driving his knee right into Swagger's face! Miz then picks him up and tosses him back into the ring, following him in and going for the pin.
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2 . . .
Swagger kicks out at 2! Miz just kneels over the side of Swagger and grabs his head, throwing multiple punches with his free hand. The ref backs him away while Swagger scoots off to the corner. He manages to pick himself up but Miz comes running over, diving his legs through the ropes for the awesome clothesline but Swagger moves out of the way just in time! Miz is hung up in the ropes but Swagger grabs him from the waist from behind. He pulls Miz out of the ropes before throwing him back with a german suplex!
Miz rolls back to his feet but falls back into the opposite corner. Swagger places his hand over his heart and once again yells out "We the People!" before running forward and hitting another splash in the corner! Miz crumbles down to the mat and Swagger backs away. Miz is in perfect position and so Swagger runs over, leaping up to the second rope and bouncing off for the Swagger Bomb! He hooks both legs for a deep cover.
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2 . . .
Miz kicks out! Swagger is now starting to get a bit frustrated as he wants this match to end already. He brings Miz back up but the Intercontinental Champion retaliates with a few punches to the gut. He then grabs Swagger by the head and executes a jaw breaker. Swagger turns away and staggers to the corner. He turns back around as Miz comes running forward with a cross body but Swagger manages to catch him in mid air! He then runs to the corner and slams him into the turnbuckles. He keeps a hold of him though and runs to the opposite corner, slamming him once more before bringing him back to the center of the ring for a running powerslam, completing the Oklahoma Stampede! He goes for the pin once more.
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2 . . .
Another kickout from The Miz!
Mauro Ranallo: No matter what Jack Swagger tries, The Miz manages to kick out!
Corey Graves: He's the Intercontinental Champion for a reason. Swagger is going to need to go above and beyond to defeat an A-Lister.
Swagger is now visibly upset at the ref, telling him to make the count quicker. Colter tells Jack to focus on the match and berates the ref himself. Kidman comes over to Colter and threatens to harm him. This makes Jack come over and threaten Kidman. The ref tries to get in between the confrontation, pushing Jack away and telling Kidman to back off. Gunn has however slid into the ring and kicks Swagger in the gut before taking him down with the FameASSer! He slides right back out of the ring and Miz crawls over, placing his arm over Swagger. The ref turns around and notices and makes the count.
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But NO! Swagger gets the shoulder up at the last possible second! The Hired Gunns can't believe it and neither can The Miz. Not only has he kicked out, but Swagger starts to get back up. Miz backs away and slowly stalks him because although he is rising, he is clearly out of it as he staggers around. Miz simply slips up behind him, and nails the Skull Crushing Finale! Swagger is out and gets flipped over for another pin by The Miz.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, The Miz!
Miz gets handed his IC title and raises it high while the Hired Gunns lift him onto their shoulders. Colter tends to Swagger, shaking his head in disgust from the tactics of The Miz. Miz and the Gunns leaves the ring and head to the back while the live feed goes elsewhere.
Adam Cole: Welcome to storytime with Adam Cole! Are you sitting comfortable? Then I’ll begin…
Cole takes a seat, puts on his glasses and begins to read
Once upon a time there was a brave Prince called Adam. Not to be confused with Prince Adam of Eternia - as that would mean copyright infringement - this Prince Adam had been exiled from his home and wandered all the lands for many years. But then one day, he heard that King Ethan III required a new champion for his kingdom. Could he return? Would King Ethan accept this young pretender to his throne? How excited would the young wenches be? These questions and more convinced brave Prince Adam that his time to return, had come.
And so, he made the journey back the kingdom he had left long ago. He was long of hair, full of beard and strong of upper and lower body. He was ready. BUT, the king had heard of him impending return, and he feared it. He knew the young prince could one day sit atop his throne and that played heavy on his mind, so he hatched a plan. A cunning plan, that would stop the young prince in his tracks.
For when the prince arrived back at the kingdom he was met by the king’s giant! The giant of Khali towered over the brave prince, and just to make things worse, the king had also sent his purple jester, apparently just to get in the way.
But the brave prince was not moved, he felled the mighty giant and dispatched the foolish purple jester! The kingdom would soon be his! But then… tragedy…
The prince had issues with air travel last week which meant his missed some appearances in the run up to the show which left him in a bad place psychologically, then he was late for the show, THEN he ended up being put in the same team as the purple jester. It wasn’t a great week. But, I digress.
Now the prince was back, he knew that his battles with the purple jester were not yet done but they soon will be and then… then he would take his place as the king’s true champion…
Slept tight people, your champion is back…
(We cut to a scene far away from the in ring action tonight. Almost immediately we are met with a very familiar face, that being Enzo Amore. He is driving what appears to be a dune buggy as our camera gazes into the eyes of the outspoken talent.)
ENZO AMORE
Yo, tha' camera is up here. I know what you're thinkin', and no, morons. I ain't in tha' arena tonight, and that's for a good reason. I don't think I'd wanna ruin' this little surprise in front of 'ya, sloppy second havin' losers. But don't worry, Enzo Amore comes barin' gifts for tha' rest of 'ya. 'Cause if you didn't see last week, things changed a lil' bit. Teams were swapped, and I once again had to carry that outdated, Undertaker. Needless to say, it was my actions that got us tha' win, but bein' a nice man, I let old man Taker get tha' pin. After all, that man hasn't had tha' best of luck goin' for him lately. 'Ya know wit' me puttin' him on his sorry ass every time we cross paths. It's sorta becomin' a regular thing. I don't know what Carter was plannin' by tryin' to put me up against Taker at King of the Ring, but it's his choice. Between you and me, I'm all for an easy 'w'.
(Amore shrugs his shoulders as he continues to drive over the dusty horizon of this unnamed area. A casual cackle escapes from the mouth of Enzo as he swiftly resumes, wasting no time in picking up from where he left off.)
And goin' against Taker is exactly that. The easiest of wins. We seem to find ourselves in this revolvin' type of scenario. It always appears as if Taker is gonna get one up on me, and every lil' second, I find tha' opening needed. It might not be the best look for 'ya boy goin' forward, but 'ya know what? Looks ain't everything. I mean you look at my track record, and I ain't exactly none for pickin' tha' best ones either. Isn't that right, 'ya filthy little Pheonix scumbag?
(Oh crap. A shot at his rough past couple months. He shakes his head in disgust, visibly clearing up the common hate thrown his direction. He scoffs as he swiftly retorts to the camera.)
'Ya, I went there. Sue me. Seeing as that's what all these boys say behind my back, I might as well bring it to light. Provin' innocent, and kickin' in tha' flesh. Tha' certified franchise is on tha' rise, and there ain't nothin' 'ya haters can do 'bout it. I get it, don't think I haven't heard tha' smacktalk runnin' in tha' back. People want Tha' Undertaker to take me out, 'cause they know I'm on tha' rise. They wanna see old man Taker do what he does best. Put people outta their misery. But I gotta be tha' bearer of bad news. Tha' dead man ain't puttin' me down. I ain't ever backed down from a challenge. Past, present, of future. I've stared adversity square in tha' eye, and I've knocked that crap outta tha' park. 'Ya can say whatever you want 'bout me. I've never been tha' most popular guy behind closed doors. 'Cause unlike most of these men walkin' on threads, I tell tha' crap they're afraid to say. That's why I'm the realest dude in this entire company. You losers actually think for one second that The undertaker intimidates me?
(The Undertaker was a true legend of this business. Deep down, Enzo knew that. But he was never one to shy away from his natural ego, and unsettling confidence. He shakes his head in disgust as he resumes.)
The Undertaker wishes he scared me. He wishes for a brief moment that I would back down, and run scared like a chicken crap, but I ain't tha' S-A-W-F-T chicken tender fool that 'ya people like to throw on my shoulders. Contrary to popular belief, I'm probably tha' smartest dude in this entire company. For weeks, Taker has tried to get his hands on me, and every single time, I've managed to get tha' better of 'em. I've done what so many have failed to do over the years, I've outmaneuvered, Taker. Every toss and turn, Taker tried to grasp Enzo Amore, but Enzo stood tall kickin' like a true champ. Figuratively, and legitimately. Isn't that right, dead man?
(A casual chuckle escapes from Amore as he berates The Undertaker with his underhanded words. Throwing shade to the several times he has kicked Taker in the jewels. At this point, Amore is done driving in the distance as he stops his dune buggy, leaping off into what appears to be a grave site. Amore pulls a shovel from the back of the buggy as he slowly walks forward, address us, the viewers.)
And here we are. Tha' surprise I brought 'ya on this ride for. Diggin' tha' spot right for Taker to rest. This is where it ends between you, and I. For weeks on end, I've been tha' thorn in your side. And 'ya been testin' my patience. I'm a forgivin' man, so I'm gonna do this entire company a favor. I'm takin' names, and puttin' 'ya to rest. Tha' only way I know how. So wit' no remorse, I ask 'ya this final question, Taker. Are 'ya feelin' lucky? 'Cause luck is disguised as failure, son. And 'ya the biggest failure this company has. A once been legend, has become nothin' more than a has been failure. And come King of tha' Ring? I'm gonna expose 'ya. 'Cause like it or not? You're S-A-W-F-T -- SAAAAAAAAAWFT! Cuttin' tha' cord, your time is up. Now close 'ya eyes, and rest like tha' bitch you are. Here lies tha' hopes and dreams of Tha' Undertaker. Ended by tha' only man worth a damn in this entire company. Certified, and bona-fide. It's done, and over. Rest easy, 'ya outdated sack of crap.
(That symbolic finger gesture reigns over the camera for a brief point as Enzo sends a middle finger directly to The Undertaker as he piles some dirt into a small hole, ending us with one lasting image. A tombstone with The Undertaker written in bold colors, signaling Enzo had much more on his mind than just a simple match.)
The live feed heads to the ring where Eugene is standing by, ready for his UWF debut!
OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING
"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and aggresively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.
Rude: Cut the music. Cut my music!
Rude: Now that I have your attention, I've got something to say. I usually don't have a complaint to be made about any of my opponents, these fists are rated E for Everyone. But I do have a question for the boys in the office who thought it would be a bright idea for his match to even happen.
Last week, I kicked Jimmy Jacobs' ass from pillar to post. For days leading up to that match I started getting hate mail from the LGBTQ community about how Jacobs is a pioneer and a role model to oppressed people all around the world. This week, I'm apparently the most hated man in the world according to the Make a Wish foundation. I think Dream Crusher was the nickname that I have been given. Look, I didn't pick this opponent...I'm just a guy doing what my job tells me to do. If that's kicking some kid's ass who is a few fries short of a happy meal, then so be it. I don't care if people like me or hate me...but for the love of God, do it for the right reasons.
But the question that I have for Mr. Carter, or whoever the hell it is that's been booking these matches is, what's next? Will we see "Ravishing" Rick Rude take on an amputee in a submission match? Will we see "Ravishing" Rick Rude take on that fat ass in the front row's grandmother who is in a wheel chair in a hardcore match? Maybe I'll run the gauntlet on a litter of puppies in a first blood match? At the rate that things have been going, I wouldn't be surprised.
Bring it boys, I'll take whoever or whatever you've got. So with all of that being said...what I'd like to have right now-
Rude is cut off by the crowd booing him so loudly that he cannot be heard on the microphone. He waits for it to die down.
Rude: What I'd like to have right now...is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, inbred, welfare warriors to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these women what they paid to see.
DING DING DING.
Eugene walks up to Rude, biting his fingernails and waving. Rude wants nothing to do with him but Eugene still sticks out his hand for a friendly handshake. Rude looks down at his hand, maybe thinking about shaking it but then he just slaps Eugene across the face! The crowd boos the arrogant Rude who has a big smile on his face.
Tom Phillips: Oh come on, that's just not right.
Corey Graves: Eugene signed a UWF contract. Anything that goes on in that ring is legal.
Eugene has his face turned away from Rude from the slap but you can tell he's seething. Drool is falling from his face as he turns back to Rude. Rick backs away with his hands up but Eugene comes after him. It's nothing a kick to the gut can't stop though. He then puts Eugene in a front facelock before dropping him with a DDT! Rick stands back up and laughs as Eugene tries to get to his feet, rubbing his boot in his face. Eugene starts to get to a vertical base but Rude grabs him and slowly turns him around before swiveling his hips and hitting the Rude Awakening! Eugene goes down and Rude simply puts his foot on top of him as the ref makes the pin.
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Ravishing Rick Rude!
Rude looks down at Eugene in disgust before just leaving the ring. He feels he's above it all and just head right to the back, leaving the fans with nothing as Revolution continues...
In the good ol' town of Tampa, Florida, Chris Jericho, the master of surprise returns makes, wait for it, a surprise return to his home.
Chris Jericho: I'm home! Did ya miss me?
Sierra and Cheyenne Irvine: Dad's home!!!
Jessica Lockhart: Chris, what the hell are you doing here?
Chris Jericho: Surprise!
Jessica Lockhart: No! Not surprise! I've got Casey Coy in the other room!
Casey Coy: Mrs. Irvine, is everything okay in there?
Jessica Lockhart: Yeah. Just got to take care of the twins!
Chris Jericho: Who the fuck is that?
Jessica Lockhart: Casey Coy, VP of Operations at the Florida Aquarium. He's letting Ash have his interview after all.
Chris Jericho: What the hell is he doing in our house?
Jessica Lockhart: He's making sure the stunts you're pulling on TV aren't rubbing off on him. As long as he doesn't know you're here, it should be fine.
Casey Coy: Well, Ash, it seems like everything is good around here. We will be considering you for the job.
Ash Irvine: Oh, thank you Mr. Coy, sir. I promise I won't let you down.
Jessica Lockhart: He's on his way. Hide in the closet.
Chris Jericho: Why?
Jessica Lockhart: Just do it before-
Casey Coy: Well look who decided to come visit. It's Chris Jericho.
Jessica Lockhart: Shit.
Casey Coy: I've been talking with your son. I would say that he's a chip off the old block, but that would be an insult to him.
Jessica Lockhart: Mr. Coy, Chris was just leaving.
Chris Jericho: No I wasn't. This is my house.
Casey Coy: Oh. That's okay. He doesn't have to go. I can show myself out, preferably without being needlessly attacked from behind by a coward whose fragile ego is winning the Neymar Challenge.
Chris Jericho: That's uncalled for, Mr. Coy.
Casey Coy: Nice stunt you pulled earlier today, Chris. Leaving your bandmates by themselves in a foreign country in the middle of a concert? I heard the second half of the show was the best that crowd had ever seen.
Jessica Lockhart: Chris, just let it go.
Chris Jericho: This guy's badmouthing me. What am I supposed to do, just sit here and take it?
Casey Coy: I'm not badmouthing you, Chris. I'm just stating fact. Admit it. You can't cut it in today's world, inside the ring or in real life. You're just a washed-up, has-been nobody. I hope your kids don't end up like you one day.
Chris Jericho: You son of a-
But before he can say "bitch", Jericho's fist is already flying for his target, Casey Coy. It nearly lands, but is stopped by none other than Ash Irvine, who pulls back Jericho's arm and holds him back from Casey Coy.
Casey Coy: Ah, a good man. Maybe there's hope for you after all.
Ash Irvine: I'm sorry this happened, Mr. Coy.
Jessica Lockhart: Mr. Coy, is there any chance we can make this up to you?
Casey Coy: Well there is one thing. If you get rid of this bumbling idiot in the scarf and jacket in the middle of summer, maybe we could talk about setting up Ash for an entry level position.
Chris Jericho: Oh, if I'm not wanted in this family anymore, I can just leave. I have something I can fall back on. If I'm ruining everyone's lives, I'll just go and that'll be that.
Jessica Lockhart: Chris, calm down.
Chris Jericho: Fuck you, Casey Coy!
Jessica Lockhart: Chris! Where are you going?
Chris Jericho: Away. Where I can't harm anybody.
Jessica Lockhart: Chris, please come back. We can talk about this.
Sierra Irvine: Is Daddy going back to work?
Jessica Lockhart: Yes SiSi, Daddy's going back to work.
Cheyenne Irvine: When will he be back?
Jessica Lockhart: I don't know Chey. I don't know.
Fin.
The scenes fades into Velveteen Dream in his locker. He isn't like his cool and collected self. No... He is pissed. He is tearing his locker room apart. Pissed that he won't be on the UWF's King of the Ring card, all because of Adam Cole. He bursts through his locker room, and yells at staff. Yelling for Adam Cole! They all tell him "He isn't here yet." or "We don't know." And his same response was to punch them.
Velveteen Dream goes around backstage causing a havoc. He flips a table for catering, and dumps egg salad on a guys head before hitting him with a swinging spike DDT. Security tries to intervene, and hold him back, but he fights them all off. Dream hurries off to the ring and yells for a microphone. No one complies so he comes out the ring, and grabs the mic for himself, along with one of the Cameramen filming him. The crowd is rightfully scared. They don't know how to react cause they never seen Dream act like this. Dream gets the mic in one hand and the cameraman in a chokehold holding him hostage, and begins to speak with security surrounding him.
Velveteen Dream: Don't step another foot closer, or I'll make sure this man can never walk normally again.
Velveteen Dream was seething with rage. He come couldn't contain himself. The determination to put Cole in his place has boiled over. Dream now wants to end Cole's career.
Velveteen Dream: Adam Cole, you cost me my chance at fighting at the King in the Ring PPV, all because your ego was too big to tag in. You let me take all the beating that match, and for that I will beat you until you can't wrestle ever again! I knew you were a rat, but I never thought you would stoop so low to cause yourself to lose a PPV opportunity.
The Dream wasn't referring to himself in third person. This must be serious!
Velveteen Dream: You couldn't put your ego behind you for more than 10 minutes? Cause now you caused us both to lose the opportunity to be on that PPV. You are dead meat, you hear me? Adam Cole, you better not show up next week, cause if I find you, I will beat you. I will make sure that no one will recognize who you are once I am done with you. Next week I am going to do more than hit you with a Purple Rainmaker. I am going to drive your head straight into this mat. Like thi-
Velveteen Dream couldn't even finish the sentence before hitting the cameraman with a swinging spike DDT head first into the mat, but Dream got rid of his hostage, allowing security to move in. Dream tries to fight them off, but in the end they subdue him, and lock him in handcuffs. As they escort him out Dream yells, and continues to try to resist. He passes by the General Manager on his way out, and they both glare at each other.
Velveteen Dream: ADAM COLE WHEN I SEE YOU! I WILL END YOU! THIS IS FAR FROM OVER! YOU BETTER HAVE INSURANCE TO HAVE THAT PRETTY FACE OF YOURS SURGICALLY REPAIRED! THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME PROVING THE PURPLE RAINMAKER CAN PUT ANYONE AWAY ON IT'S FIRST TRY! THIS IS ABOUT ME AND YOU, AND HOW I AM GOING TO END YOUR CAREER!
They escort him out the building, while he is still yelling things about Adam Cole. As of right now we are waiting for Ethan Carter the Third to respond to the actions of Dream.
The camera fades out leaving us all wondering "What will happen to Velveteen Dream"
Mauro Ranallo: Tonight we see a clash of the upcomers her in the UWF. A lot of momentum backing them. We see “Thee” Brian Kendrick vs Matt Hardy. One on one. Right now.
The lights in the arena shut off completely sending the crowd into an eruption of cheers and anticipation. A single spotlight shines down onto the entrance ramp bringing to light a lone grand piano. A few moments pass before Reby Sky, Broken Matt Hardy’s wife, makes her away out from the back to take her seat at the piano. She begins to slowly play the open theme of Broken Matt’s music.
A loud ‘Delete’ chant breaks out in the crowd as Reby finishes playing and Matt’s music hits. She stands up and raises her hand, pointing towards the curtain as Matt Hardy slowly walks through it. He stands on the ramp for a few moments, his wild eyes darting from side to side. He raises his hand and screams at the top of his voice.....”WONDERFUL” before slowly making his way down the ramp. Just before he enters the ring he begins his signature ‘Delete’ hand signal while shouting the words in time with the crowd.
Finally Broken Matt makes his way up the steps and into the ring where he stands, his arms wide, soaking in the energy from the Broken Universe.
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.
VS 
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Here we are starting off the match. Brian Kendrick stares down his Broken opponent on the other side of the ring trying to figure him out for a moment until he is sharply interrupted by Matt Hardy starting a delete chant to a rhythm to get this match started. Hardy locks hands with Kendrick in an old fashioned Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock to test out each other’s strength.
Their arms slide side to side as the struggle for immediate power is shown with the facial expressions on both Hardy and Kendrick’s faces. Hardy then suddenly strikes down the attempt of Kendrick as he holds his hands down sending Kendrick onto his knees as he writhes in pain down to the mat. Then suddenly Hardy transitions it into a wristlock. Hardy wrenches down on this and then Kendrick realises he can counter this easily.
Kendrick flips over and takes Hardy’s arm then switches his arm into a hammerlock which he wrenches up and down on putting the pain onto his shoulder through to his elbow. Kendrick lowers Hardy by putting his foot on the back of Hardy’s leg to lower the knee and then releases the hammerlock just to hit a close ranged knee to the back of Hardy’s head
Mauro Ranallo: A vicious knee from Kendrick.
Hardy crashes down to the mat as his face shows complete blankness. Kendrick goes for the cover on the seemingly unconscious Hardy.
1…
Hardy kicks out furiously at the attempt to end this so early on.
Hardy sits up as Kendrick looks straight back into Hardy’s eyes as they both pause. Then quickly almost as if it was a race they get back to their feet basically at the same time. This then quickly goes into a lockup, something that wouldn’t normally be done in this part of the match.
Hardy then grabs a headlock tight on Kendrick as he holds him close to his chest. He runs back to the ropes and then launches himself to start running the ropes. When he hits the ropes the first time he ducks under Kendrick’s leapfrog, then the second time he passes by Kendrick but the third time he gets caught up in a hurricanrana. Kendrick goes for the cover after this move.
1…
Tw-
Hardy kicks out just before two after the vicious headscissors to him.
As Hardy kicks out Kendrick doesn’t waste a moment in getting him up and over to the corner where he seems to have something planned for Hardy. He walks over to the corner steadily and then gets a front facelock on Hardy to then run up the ropes and hit a tornado DDT.
When Hardy lands down to the canvas Kendrick decides to not go for the cover realising this won’t put him away. Kendrick goes to grab Hardy up again for more offence but is just met by a hard forearm from Hardy slamming into Kendrick’s face startling him and allowing Hardy to get back to his feet.
Tom Phillips: Hardy is back on the attack, this could be the downfall of Brian Kendrick.
Kendrick is still stunned but Hardy isn’t done with his attack. Hardy then hits a sudden Russian Leg Sweep on Kendrick landing a lot of damage on him. Hardy keeps the offence by charging him up to meet him by a quick clothesline. Then as Kendrick gets up he meets a forearm from Hardy.
Once Kendrick gets up the final time he gets turned inside out in a inverted DDT stiffly by Hardy. As soon as he gets the opportunity he pulls the cover onto Kendrick.
1…
2…
Kendrick kicks out just at two as Hardy’s offence has bewildered him.
Hardy then climbs up to the top rope to hit an ariel move possibly. Hardy then dives from the top rope to hit a huge elbow drop onto Kendrick. As he lands the elbow he goes to lay in a flurry of punches onto Kendrick and then gets up to rally up the crowd.
Hardy then gets slammed down to the mat with a schoolboy rollup and Kendrick grasps a handful of tights as Hardy struggles against this shock maneuver.
1…
2…
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, “Thee” Brian Kendrick!
Brian Kendrick quickly escapes out of the ring as the bell rings to mark the victory of him as Matt Hardy looks completely disgusted at him and then starts to start a delete chant against Kendrick as the camera heads elsewhere.
The screen fades from black into the next scene, showing a large house in England, with the nameplate by the gate reading "Tyler Bate", Tyler walks out to the camera crew and welcomes them to his home, wearing Tyler Bate merchandise.
Tyler Bate: Welcome, welcome, how are you chaps doing today?
Cameraman: Alr--
Tyler Bate: Don't answer that. So! Come on in!
Tyler leads the camera crew through the door and into the main hallway.
Tyler Bate: So, this is the main hallway, as you can see it's quite nice, could be better, but I have a few mementoes on the wall, simple stuff really, yet still superior to the apartments you guys probably live in, with some Spanish maid cleaning the hallways every day. Now follow me through into the sitting room, in here we have a 70" inch 4k OLED TV, I don't pay my TV license, fuck the BBC, they can suck my cock. Again, nothing much here, but then we get to the room that really matters...
They follow Tyler into another room connected to the sitting room by a door, as he opens it you can Lipslap by Kero Kero Bonito blasting through large speakers, connected to a gaming PC with a full Razer setup.
Tyler Bate: This is where I play video games, if you can't tell, it's practically my domain when I'm not in the gym next door, and by next door, I don't mean that I'm neighbour to a gym, I mean I have one fucking built in, here, I'll even show you.
Tyler guides the crew through another door, into a large gym with a lot of open space with a few machines scattered throughout the room.
Tyler Bate: Ah, my magnum opus, it's not completed yet, but I'm thinking of training some people here, maybe bringing in three rings just for that sole reason of me and Trent sparring sometimes. You see, I sometimes feel sorry for Low Ki, or Drew, I mean, they don't have these facilities at their hands, they still have to go to the public gym like the common man, trying so hard to make a living off of this business, and yet failing so hard. Anyway, I feel like you've taken up enough of my time today, fuck off before I force you out.
Tyler walks over to the bench press at the wall as the camera crew leave the home of Tyler, getting one last shot of the house before they leave.
The screen fades out to black and continues onto the next segment.
Backstage, we see Jimmy Jacobs, in his usual fashion, that is, of flamboyance. Week in and week out, Jacobs has made it a point to outdo himself attire-wise, and this week's no different, as he stares at his palms, and thinks out loud.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "With hands, come blame. Blame on the common man for starting, war, as it were. Many months ago, during my blood feud with Kevin, I called it a "war of attrition". Where he lost his son, I lost a friend. But now, in my current war, I rage against the Revolution roster, I feel no attrition, instead, this is just fun."
Jacobs looks up from his hands and to the camera with a quick smirk as he continues.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "See, I make it a living to prove people wrong, and expose them for a fool. Last week was no different, as "The Ravishing One" was another victim. I'll tell ya what, you put up a hell of a fight Rude, you got that much credit to your name, but in the end, I was right all along in proving who's superior. You tried playing it your way but realized this was a dirty game from the start, and when you tried playing with my fire, you burnt yourself. I used you as a stepping stone, Rude, and the beauty of it all? You can't do a thing about it, besides go out to the ring and whine and bicker about it."
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "This week seems to be no less the same, where a fool, believing he's superior, yet has nothing to show for it, comes into my playground to try and put a brake to my momentum. When I think of Roman Reigns, I think of a cookie cutter wrestler, if you can even call him that. With a voice so annoying to hear, and a bullshit meter that continuously goes over the charts, it does my heart some good in knowing I get to put him in his place. As much as he likes to call himself the "Big Dog" of the place, a quick Contra Code, or a lock of the End Times is going to take him down a step, showing he's just one of the many "Little Bitches" to run around this company."
Jacobs raises his finger up.
"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "One more win. I say, it takes one more win, to fill up a gauge of momentum to show that nothing can knock me down. Larry Sweeney didn't slow me down, not at all, but I'll refuse to let anyone else think differently. So Roman, bring your A-game, bring whatever you've got because when I finish you off and put you back in your doghouse, I'll show that I'm indeed judge, jury, and executioner of this place. Any opposition to that very fact's should watch closely tonight and take heed in knowing what I do to people that argue the facts. As I bide my time to cash in Money in the Bank, I'll put on a showcase as to why I'm going to be the greatest UWF Champion, with a reign that'll be talked about for decades to come. It is indeed "The End Times" for your vanilla wrestlers, as a new generation of violence is to bred by myself, and there's not a damn thing anyone can do to stop it."
With that, Jacobs takes his hand and covers it over the camera, transitioning into the rest of the show...
The fans funnel back into the arena after hitting up the concession and merch stands. Following the last match, a rug had been spread over the canvas in the squared circle. A table with a contract has also been placed inside, along with two chairs - a suggestion of civility is implied by the niceness of it all.
"God Save the King" blasts through the PA. The fans aren't sure what to make of it, but it all becomes clear in short order. Larry Sweeney gracefully parades himself down the ramp. He's decked out in fine clothes - regal purples, flamboyant pinks and majestic teals highlight his wardrobe. Completing his outfit are a cape, a scepter, and of course, a crown. Two loyal servants trail behind him, holding the tails of his trailing cape up so as not to sully it with the filthy arena floor. Wrapped around his waist is the UWF Transatlantic Championship.
Phillips: Oh come on! What is this?
Ranallo: It would appear that Larry Sweeney has prematurely crowned himself the 2018 UWF King of The Ring.
Graves: Would you two shut up and show some respect? You're looking at TRUE royalty out here.
Sweeney busts out the "Queen wave" to greet his subjects before climbing the steel steps - very slowly and purposefully. The servants hop up on to the apron and hold the ropes open so Larry can enter the ring with so gosh darn elegance. Once through ropes, he twirls around thrice to show off his get-up. The fans aren't into it at all, but they're not going to damped his parade. Fireworks go off at the head of the ramp. He has spared no expense.
He takes one look at the chair set up for him before dismissively shooing it away. The two servants quickly dispose of it while another three servants hurry down the ramp with a throne. It's an akward bit of downtime as they try their darndest to get it into the ring and set it up, and Sweeney quickly loses patience before he starts screaming at them to put their backs into it.
Eventually, the throne is ready, and with that, Sweeney takes a seat. After he is handed a microphone, he commences his royal address...
Sweeney: Silence! I will have silence! You will be silent for your King of the Ring!
I, King Larry the First, will begin my prosperous, historic, monumental and world-changing reign in but a few short days from now... officially. But since it's a forgone conclusion I'm gonna win this thing, I figured, hey, what the heck, why don't I get a heat start? Hahaa!
Just when it seemed like he was gonna try and sport a pompous British accent all night, he's already slipped back his car salesman chatterbox mode. He can't help himself.
Look, this isn't complicated. I'm undefeated. I'm the only real champion in this whole entire company. I dominated three of this company's best prospects - one of 'em on the shortlist for superstar of the year, I'm sure - and I did it all without breaking a sweat. Yeah babe, I looked damn good doin' it! Hahaha! But uh... this... this... Marseglia guy... sheesh... I mean, who'd he beat? Huh? Who has this guy ever beat? He thinks he gonna get himself another shot at Cersao when he just got beat by him a month ago?
Nu-uh. Not happening. You had your moment in the spotlight, and with the big brights shining down on ya, not only did the whole world see what an ugly, miserable bum you are Vinny... they saw what a failure you are. Scurll, Jacobs, Hardy, now you. Four circus freakshow attractions, throwbacks to the carny days. You're curtain jerkers at best. Me? I'm a freakin' rock star! People flock from all over the world to get one look at the sensation that is Larry Sweeney. This King of the Ring is as much about me getting what I deserve as it is me keeping the ugly side of this company buried beneath my immeasurable talent and star power.
Sweeney flashes a charming smile and continues.
No, seriously though, I mean... there was never anyone else who could've possibly won this thing. It was only ever going to be me. That's why I'm already decked out in the King gear here. It's happening. You can't stop it. Look at the tournament last year - you've got eight former world champions vying to be the best, and rest assured, the best one won. The Great Khali, who, you'll remember, at the time was the most unstoppable force this company had ever had the honor of seeing. Well, I'll tell ya, if I'd been there, I woulda waxed that Punjab lummox, and this year, the pool ain't so deep. Connect your own dots. It ain't destiny, it's basic logic. The cream always rises, and brother, just look at me risin' up the card.
Larry signs the contract in front him and then looks up the ramp, addressing his opponent directly now.
Vinny... buddy... I know you're too damn stubborn to take a good piece of advice, but here's one anyway. You make the walk down here and you forget to bring a pen with ya. You forget all about this here contract. You just come tell me and everyone else that you concede the tournament to me. You forfeit. That is the only way I guarantee that you have any future whatsoever in the sport, pal. Cause if you do decide to write your name here, it becomes your own death warrant. I won't be held responsible for what happens to you.
Everything you've seen from Ol' Uncle Larry so far? Ha! Child's play! Yeah, that's right! I'm still simmering. I ain't even at a boil yet! Naaaaah... you don't want any of this, Vinny. If I beat up a handful of this industry's most unhinged, most maniacal, most ludicrously dangerous monsters one at a time for weeks on end, just imagine...
Just imagine what I'll do to a gross little hobo like you when I'm on the biggest stage of my wrestling career so far! See this UWF Transatlantic Championship right here? Well, unlike yours and everyone else's worthless title belts, mine comes with some integrity, and that means that I'm main eventing, I fight like a champion, even when my title isn't on the line. That's more than anyone can say for you! If I embarrassed myself like you did last month, I'd throw my belt in the trash, I tell ya!
Sweeney lays his title belt out on the table.
But no... this puppy right here... this is special. Take a good luck at it once you're down here. Maybe you can catch your reflection in the gold and see the man I see... a man that'll never be I my league, a man who's lucky to be in my presence, a man who can only hope to come up second best in the King of the Ring.
Sweeney puts his microphone down on the table next to his belt and awaits the arrival of The Horror King.
Anticipation is at an all time high as the lights go out and as they do, a familiar song begins to play, the vocals beginning at the same moment as the song itself.
”I...am...your worst nightmare.
I’ll get inside your head,
You’ll see me before it ends.
I...am...your worst nightmare.
Don’t worry, don’t be scared.
I’m not going anywhere.”
At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and out walks Vinny Marseglia with one of his masks adorning his face and his trademark axe and red balloons in his grasp.
Mauro Ranallo: And now things are about to get interesting because here comes the, “Horror King”!
Corey Graves: About to get interesting? Things were already interesting, Mauro, we had the only king we needed and that’s the King of the Ring!
As Vinny arrives at the bottom of the ramp, the lights come up and the music fades out as the Television Champion stands there adorned in an outfit no one has seen before.
He makes his way up the ring steps and along the apron as he steps through the ropes to enter the ring. Vinny makes his way around the table and sits down in his chair, tying the balloons in place before signing the contract and picking up the microphone off of the table and raising it to speak.
Vinny Marseglia: I’m not forfeiting. Throwing in the towel is not something I do. Trying to use intimidation tactics on someone that specializes in intimidation, psychological warfare, and all that fear encompasses is an ineffective way to try and gain ground. You can’t play a game better than someone who wrote the rules and if you puff your chest out too much, all that’s likely to happen is I’m going to put my fist through it.
You sit there and you ponder aloud who it is that I’ve ever beaten, even though it’s common knowledge that I’ve beaten everyone that you’re so big-headed about beating, and out of those three Matt Hardy is the only one that I haven’t beaten multiple times and that’s because we’ve only been opponents once. I’ve been pinned one time, which is still one more than you’ve ever been pinned and doesn’t make me undefeated but I hadn’t been here long when that happened and since then, no one’s been able to replicate it. Sure there’s losses on my record but I never took the fall.
At best, you’re having beginner’s luck. So I hope you’re truly basking in all the pageantry right now: the throne, the crown, the cape and scepter and subjects. Enjoy that, because it’s the closest you’re going to get to experiencing the real thing. I’ve taken every figurative crown from those that considered themselves a king, whether it was someone like Triple H donning the moniker or my opponents in the tournament doing what you’re doing now by professing themselves King of the Ring as a foregone conclusion, and crushed it beneath my heel like it was common trash. And I will do the same to yours, as well as the literal.
With that, Vinny suddenly lunges across the table and knocks Larry as well as the throne over and starts laying into him with punches. Two of the servants rush over and pull Vinny off of Larry, each holding him in a half nelson as the other three servants approach, the one standing in the middle of the pack holding Vinny’s axe. As they charge, Vinny drops down and manages to throw the two holding him overhead into the far left two charging him, knocking them all down. The fifth takes a swing but Vinny blocks it with his forearm and headbutts him, busting him open as Vinny whips him into the pile of the other servants.
Vinny goes to pick up his axe but as he does, Sweeney comes through his legs with his arm and delivers a low blow. As Vinny falls to his knees, Larry removes his cape and throws it over Vinny’s head, pulling back on it forcefully once it arrives around his neck.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, this contract signing has descended into chaos!
Corey Graves: For Vinny Marseglia, you mean! Choke him out, Larry!
Larry has Vinny to his feet now, still choking him out as Vinny’s starting to turn completely beet faced. Sweeney holds him for a moment longer then lets him go but that proves to be a mistake as Vinny doesn’t take nearly as long to recover as Larry was counting on as he throws a sharp elbow backward into the abdomen and then hip tosses him to the mat in front of him. Vinny stands up, having recovered his axe, as he raises it high and then brings it down but Sweeney rolls out of the ring at the last second as the crowd boos intensely.
Vinny is pacing the ring like a madman as Sweeney is laughing at his own cunning but then realizes he doesn’t have his Transatlantic Championship. Vinny and Sweeney notice it at the same time as Larry frantically reaches into the ring for it as Vinny takes another swing with his axe, narrowly missing Sweeney’s fingers as he gets the belt out of harm’s way. Vinny flips over the contract table and begins angrily pacing again as Sweeney is all smiles. ”Nice aim, you bum!” he mockingly shouts but as he backs up the ramp, suddenly the lights go dark again as they did for Vinny’s entrance.
Phillips: I... I can't see anything... what's going on? Are we still rolling?
Ranallo: I don't think this is your run of the mill technical difficulty, Tom.
Before anyone can figure out what's going on, the lights come back. The fans are looking around, not sure what went wrong. Sweeney just keeps back up the ramp, but looking down to the ring, notices that Vinny Marseglia has vanished. A rare sense of nervousness is visible on his face, and that twists into something much more terrified when he backs right into the Horror King.
Ranallo: IT'S MARSEGLIA!
Graves: That's... that's impossible though...
Phillips: How did he get behind Sweeney?
Ol' Larry is wondering that himself, but he doesn't have a lot of time to consider things before Vinny punches him across the face. He then grabs Sweeney by the shirt and tosses him off the ramp and into the nearest guardrail. The barrier shutters and shakes as flesh crashes into metal. The Transatlantic Champ screams out in pain as he tumbles away in an awkward escape attempt. Marseglia stalks him with all the silent, calm terror of the cinematic monsters he idolizes.
Sweeney lifts his hands up, not to fight back, but as if to convince Marseglia to stop. He's not having it. Marseglia picks him up again, decks him across the face and then whips him into the adjacent guard rail. When he collides with it this time, the force sends him rolling over the top and into the front row of fans.
Before Vinny can catch up to him again, Larry shoves the fans out of his was and scurries over of the a clutter of chairs and people towards the nearest exit.
Ranallo: Looks like Marseglia has Larry Sweeney running scared!
Graves: Can you blame him? The Horror King is... and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I honestly don't know what else to call it... there's something supernatural almost. Even if it's all just smoke in mirrors, it looks like he's in Sweeney's head.
Larry finally feels like he has enough distance to turn around and look at his opponent. He lifts his title high above his head and tries for a confident laugh, but it comes out like a desperate, insane cackle - a relieved one too. He screams something at Vinny, but it's mostly lost under the sound of crowd. Something about settling this in the ring once and for all. Something about being the one true champion. Whatever it is, Vinny Marseglia isn't buying it. The menacing scowl he shoots at Sweeney confirms it.
Phillips: Well, it's going to be Champion vs. "Champion" next week and only one of these two men will be the 2018 UWF King of the Ring. The contract is signed. It's official.
Graves: I have no idea how it plays out. I'm positive this won't be anything close to a mat classic, but with all the tricks these two have up their sleeves, this match promises to be nothing if not entertaining and utterly shocking.
Ranallo: We've all heard it said "no guts, no glory". I can't help but feel like Larry Sweeney is chasing fame while Marseglia wants something much more gruesome and whoever gets what they want, it's going to come at the substantial expense of the other.
Larry is still jaw-jacking and Vinny hasn't taken his eyes off of him, but then, without any explanation as to how or why, Marseglia's red balloons start popping one-by-one all on their own. Larry doesn't stick around long enough to find out what's going to happen when the last one goes. He runs out of the arena as fast as he can, Marseglia watching him all the while. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see the Swiss Superman, Cesaro, warming up with some stretches – particularly, one of his shoulders.
As Cesaro continues to roll the same shoulder, Paul Heyman, Cesaro’s advocate, appears from behind him, at his side. They give each other a look, nodding to each other for a moment. Their form of greeting on this occasion isn’t the daily shake of the hand with a smile from both parties, like that of customary business practice. It’s a nod. A mutual understanding of the ‘situation’ at hand. Cesaro breaks the ice first.
Cesaro: “Hey, Paul.”
Paul Heyman: “Everything alright?”
Cesaro: “The usual.”
Cesaro exhales frustratedly through his nostrils, as Heyman follows up.
Paul Heyman: “Look, I was going to ask if you wanted to meet some business associates of mine. But, I was thinking something came up and I needed to tell them I’d be roughly 5 minutes late in order to make sure you were ready for your match tonight. I’ll ask again, is everything alright? You’re letting people like Bryan Kendrick get the better of you, and not only that, the week before, you were almost pinned by Sin Cara in the same fashion. Whatever happened to fool me once? –And, why are you stretching that shoulder again? I need you to be honest with me, this time; I need to know where my investment is headed.”
Cesaro places a hand to his forehead, shaking his head.
Cesaro: “You know, sometimes, Paul; sometimes I feel like I’m Wile E. Coyote. You know, that old cartoon with the coyote and the bird? I can see my goal, to keep the UWF Championship from the hands of people like Chris Jericho. It’s like I’m running off a cliff like the coyote, and if I just don’t look down, I think that I might be fine, that all the kinks and glitches will work themselves out in the end.”
Cesaro exhales, shaking his head again in melancholic frustration.
Cesaro: “Truth be told. It’s not alright. It pays to be in my position. It really does. To be ethically responsible, while everyone else can just blow off any and all responsibility and accountability for their actions because it benefits them if they don’t. If they do something heinous, they just get to wipe their hands clean when I’m the one that has to do all the dirty work. I’m frustrated, Paul; I’m very frustrated.”
Paul extends his arm outward, the harsh pragmatist of the matter looks to interrupt Cesaro’s train of thought.
Paul Heyman: “So what’s your status tonight, then? Are you just going to call the match off?”
Cesaro purposefully grimaces as he looks Paul’s direction, shaking his head one last time.
Cesaro: “Absolutely not. I’m going out there to do what I do best, Paul – and that’s giving it all I’ve got.”
Cesaro then walks off following his resolution, as Heyman is left standing there, eyeballing the Swiss Superman as he distantly walks off, as Revolution rolls on.
The camera pans open backstage where The Undertaker is standing.
The Undertaker: Last week, once again, Enzo Amore took the easy way out and he was able to avoid his certain destruction. He may think he has escaped the wrath of The Undertaker, but let me tell you this, fate is something from which you cannot escape. The sands of time are slowly falling through the hourglass, counting down the seconds to Enzo Amore’s termination at the hands of the deadman. Everything he has done in the past few weeks, has led up to this moment, a fight that he can not win. At King Of The Ring, there will be no running away, no cheap tactics, only the sight of your flesh being torn from your body, and the soul being sucked from you, a sight of despair as you realise that you have bitten off more than you can chew when you decided to attempt to use my name to build your prestige. Your impending doom grows ever closer with each passing day, and no matter how hard you try to change the course of history, your impending downfall is sown in the very fabric of time, the i’s dotted and the t’s crossed, and Enzo, at King Of The Ring, it is your judgement day, and I am the man who will be deciding your sentence.
The Undertaker pauses for a moment before carrying on his speech.
The Undertaker: Although I have been picking up wins, I have not yet shown the whole of the UWF that I am still a force to be reckoned with, and Enzo, I fully intend on using you as an example that I am still a man to be feared, that when you are put against me you will never walk out the same man, and you will find that out the hard way. Once I have removed you from my sight, I will once persue the holy grail that is the UWF Championship, and you will be like so many others before you that have challenged The Undertaker and come up short, you will fade into obscurity where you belong, and that is only if you manage to come out of our match in one piece. That is if you get lucky, the alternative, well I’m sure you know what that is. At King Of The Ring, I will put the whole roster on high alert, the phenom is back and he is better than ever, and that means not one single one of you in that locker room are safe. This is my yard now, and you are all here because I allow you to be, the minute that changes you will know about it, I will have my hands round your throat, dragging you into the fiery inferno of hell. Enzo Amore, at King Of The Ring, you will take your last ride before coming to a stop at hell’s gate, and that is an experience which will be entrenched in your memories for all of eternity, plauging your thoughts, keeping you awake at night.
The Undertaker pauses before finishing off.
The Undertaker: I will stop at nothing to reclaim my throne and mould the UWF in the image of the devil. Enzo, you are my first sacrifice on the road to redemption, and no matter how much you talk, or how confident you are, nothing can prepare you for the unstoppable tide of destruction you will be facing, destruction that can only come from me. I have seen people like you come and go, and nobody remembers who they are, but Enzo, when I am finished with you, you’ll be known for all the wrong reasons, you will be known as the man The Undertaker destroyed on his return to Pay Per View. You will be the man that I brutalised at King Of The Ring and Enzo….you will REST IN PEACE!
The lights in the arena turned off, and all that now shown was a titantron, that titantron belonging to the one and only Tyler Bate. The video plays for a while with an entirely black screen whilst the intro to Angel Duster by Run The Jewels plays, echoing throughout the arena.
Tyler jumps out from behind the curtain in time with the music, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, he looks out into the crowd for some sort of cheer or boo from the crowd, unsurprisingly getting a mixed reception, he waves to the crowd before smiling and laughing as he thinks about his next opponent. He begins to stroll down the ramp as Tony Chimel announces his arrival.
Tony Chimel: "Introducing, from Dudley, England. Weighing in at 175lbs. Tyler... Bate!"
Tyler's nameplate silently appears from thin air on the screen of the titantron and for people at home with the magic of graphic design.
As Tyler finally reached the ring, he runs his hand along the ropes as he walks to the steps. Reaching them, he steps up onto the apron before going in between the ropes to enter the ring. After entering, he hops up onto his corner's top turnbuckle to brush his beard and his moustache.
With the crowd still indifferent to him, he hops down to his corner laughing and lays back, still brushing his luxurious blonde goatee.
"A Cut Above" blares through the arena as the lights in the arena are turned off apart from one spotlight in the middle of the ramp.
The camera pans down from the rafters onto Sammy Guevara standing there arms down with his hands resting on eachother over his lower stomach with his head down, holds this for about 10 seconds until.
"What it looks like" Sammy rises his arms and his head to this his arms out as the lights are turn on and are flashing enough to give an epileptic fit.
Sammy makes his way down to the ring occasionaly raising both his arms out towards the crowd half way down the ramp Sammy stops
Making his way down to the ring at a weight of 180 pounds, Mr Moneysworth, Sammy Guevara
Sammy points both thumbs and kneels down one knee as Chimel announces his name
As Sammy starts making his way to the ring again
Camera pans in close to Sammys face as he is at ring side
Sammy:"Im Mr Moneys worth baby"
Sammy goes up the steel steps and onto to the apron where he flips over the ropes, as he lands he sends out both his arms to the side.
Hardcam
Sammy kneels to one knee and points toward himself
Sammy stands as the music finishes
TEST YOUR MIGHT! MORTAL KOMBAT!
Low Ki comes out to the ring, intensely and quickly getting in the ring amd cutting a pose before backing to the turnbuckle.
The opening bars of the song play in showing Drew Gulak delivering speeches interspersed with people in submissions on the titantron. When the song kicks into full gear he walks out in a robe and wrestling gear holding up a sign with a logo promoting one of his various poilicies.
Tony Chimel: Coming down to the ring weighing at 193 lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania he is The Master of 1000 Powerpoint Presentations, Drew Gulak!
He places the sign against the steel steps and climbs up to the apron and after wiping his feet on the apron. He goes in through the middle rope and slowly dresses down to his ring gear making sure to hand it in a neat pile to someone from the ring crew. From there he gets into his corner, and begins stretching waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
Gulak and Low Ki talk over who's going to start the match and they decide the fresher Low Ki will kick things off. Sammy is more than happy to head to the apron, not wanting Low Ki to try for some revenge on him. Bate moves forward to the center of the ring where he and Low Ki engage in a test of strength. Neither man seems to get a real edge as they push at each other, chest to chest. Low Ki starts to overpower him, Bate bridging down to the top of his head but he shows off his incredible core strength and power by fighting back up and forcing Low Ki's shoulders to the mat.
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Low Ki raises his right shoulder up. Having the leverage advantage, Bate forces it back down for another count.
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The left shoulder is now off the mat. Bate forces it back down but Low Ki is able to bridge to keep his shoulders off the mat. Bate throws his legs up and drops on top of Low Ki's legs to break his bridge but Low Ki keeps it up. Bate throws his feet up again but Low Ki sticks his feet out and uses the momentum to swing himself up and double stomps Bate on his shoulders and it makes Tyler stumble forward into the corner. Low Ki runs after him, performing a cartwheel before hitting a gamengiri to knock Tyler's light's out. Low Ki scurries over and hooks that leg for the pin.
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Bate kicks out! Low Ki sits him up in a seated position before striking him hard across his back. Bate arches his back in pain but tells Low Ki to kick him harder. Low Ki does so but Bate just absorbs the blow and tells him harder. Low Ki this time kicks him right across the chest but Bate isn't giving in. He tells him to hit the ropes and kick him. Low Ki runs to the ropes and comes back but instead just gives him a backhanded bitchslap to the face! Tyler goes down and Low Ki puts him in a dragon sleeper.
Mauro Ranallo: Did you hear the impact of that slap?
Tom Phillips: I think I felt that all the way from here.
Corey Graves: Trust me, if you felt that, you'd be knocked out and this commentary table would be 1000% better.
Bate is reaching out for Guevara who is too far away to do anything. He tries to come into the ring but the ref is there to cut him off and stop him. McIntyre however hops onto the apron and Low Ki breaks the hold to confront him. McIntyre quickly jumps back down and backs away with his hands raised. Low Ki threatens him a bit before turning back to Bate who is on his hands and knees. Low Ki goes to grab him but Bate headbutts him in the stomach. Low Ki falls to his knees, trying to breath but Bate grabs both his arms and throws him over with a double underhook suplex. He's still a little hurt but manages to make it over to his corner to tag in Sammy.
Low Ki is crawling over to Gulak but Guevara jumps into the ring and uses Low Ki's back like a launch pad to jump up and wrap his legs around Gulak's neck, taking him to the floor below with a flying headscissors! The crowd pops for the sheer display of athleticism that they haven't seen before but quickly go back to booing once Sammy starts brushing dirt of his shoulder like it was no big deal. He slides back into the ring and puts the boots to Low Ki in the corner. Low Ki manages to catch one of his boots and shakes his head. He rises up while Sammy balances on one leg. He goes for an enziguri but Low Ki ducks it and Sammy lands on his stomach. Low Ki drops the leg only to hooks both legs inside his and grabs the arms of Sammy, pulls him up into a surfboard!
Mauro Ranallo: You can never count out Low Ki for too long.
Corey Graves: With his recent company, I think people have forgotten that he's a dangerous man. Even a move like this surfboard can be lethal when Low Ki is applying it.
Sammy doesn't have any place to go and while the ref is asking if he wants to give up, Bate comes over and just kicks Low Ki in the ribs to break the hold. Low Ki holds his side in pain while Sammy gets to his feet. He picks up Low Ki and sends him to his corner. He runs at him but Low Ki gets his boots up to knock him back. He then throws a back elbow to the face of Bate before running after Sammy. Guevara however cuts him off with a dropkick to the face! He then runs to the ropes, springboarding off with a moonsault landing right on top of Low Ki, hooking both legs for the pin.
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Low Ki kicks out! Sammy grabs him by the arm and brings him to his corner where Bate makes the tag. Bate grabs an arm and sends Low Ki to the ropes. He bounces off them and comes running back but Bate jumps over him, landing on his feet but rolling to his back so that when Low Ki hits the ropes, he gets flipped over by Bate's feet and goes flying through the air like a monkey flip. Low Ki turns over onto his stomach and tries to crawl over to make the tag but Bate walks up behind him, grabbing him in a waistlock before deadlifting him into a german suplex with a bridge for the pin!
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Low Ki kicks out! Bate puts him in a side headlock to keep him grounded to the mat. Gulak starts to stomp on the ring steps, trying to get the crowd into this match to give Low Ki some momentum. It appears to work and suddenly Low Ki is fighting up to a vertical base. He elbows Bate in the ribs twice before jumping up with an enziguri! Bate gets knocked off balance and stumbles backwards into his corner where Sammy makes the tag to ensure that Low Ki can't. He's a bit too late though and as he's coming over, Low Ki jumps forward and makes the tag to Gulak!
Mauro Ranallo: And here comes the Regal Beagle, Legal Eagle himself ready to dish out some punishment!
Corey Graves: That nickname doesn't even make sense!
Drew comes in and turns Sammy inside out with a huge european uppercut! He then runs at Bate and clothesline him to the outside! Sammy is trying to get up but is a bit woozy from the attack and so he stumbles into a corner. Gulak runs after him, clotheslining him in the corner so hard that Sammy tries to walk it off but Gulak completes the Gulak Attack with a running clothesline right to the back of the head! Drew wants to end this already and grabs Sammy's head putting him in a dragon sleeper, making sure to hook his legs around him for the Gu-Lock! Sammy's got nowhere to go and Bate knows that. He tries to slide into the ring to attack Gulak but the ref is there to cut him off. Little does he know that McIntyre has made his way over and he clubs Drew in the face to break up the hold!
Gulak holds his nose, his eyes getting watery from the hit while Sammy tries to get to his feet. Gulak does the same but Sammy is able to hit him with a corner dropkick. He then grabs him in a front facelock and uses the ropes to push off for a tilt-a-whirl DDT but Gulak spins him all the way to where he lands on the apron. Drew goes for a clothesline but Sammy ducks it and hits him with an enziguri from the apron. Gulak retreats back to the middle of the ring and so Sammy springboards into the ring looking for a dropkick but Gulak catches his feet in mid air and he lands hard on his back. Drew then turns him to face the corner before slingshotting him right into the turnbuckles! Gulak isn't done yet as he puts Sammy in a suplex before throwing him back with a sleeper suplex! He moves in to make the cover.
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Sammy kicks out at 2! Gulak waste little time in bringing Sammy back up to his feet, hitting him with a european uppercut that drives him into the corner. Gulak runs at him but Sammy gets his feet up to kick him in the face. Drew is stunned and so Sammy runs after him but Gulak just ducks down for a back body drop but the agility of Sammy makes him flip right through it and land on his feet. He runs to the ropes and comes off with a springboard crossbody to take down Gulak! Drew fights back to his feet right away but gets met with a spinning back kick to the stomach. Sammy then sticks Drew's head between his legs before flipping forward with a Canadian Destroyer! Gulak is planted right on top of his head and Sammy hooks the leg.
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But NO! Low Ki comes off the top rope with the Warriors Way to the back of Sammy!
Tom Phillips: What a way to break up the pin!
Corey Graves: Yeah but his own partner was underneath him too!
Low Ki starts attacking Sammy but Bate comes running with a rolling liger kick to knock Low Ki out of the ring! Low Ki is trying to get his bearing on the outside but Bate comes diving out with a suicide dive to take him out. He comes back into the ring and rolls Sammy towards him before going out onto the apron and making the tag. He comes in and picks Gulak up off the mat, placing him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. He walks to the center of the ring but Drew slips out behind him, grabbing his head on the way down and puts him in the Gu-Lock! Sammy still has the wind knocked out of him from the Warrior's Way! Bate has nowhere to go but he uses his ring awareness to roll back into a bridge, pinning Gulak's shoulders to the mat.
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Gulak breaks the hold to get his shoulders off the mat! He and Bate rise up at the same time and so Gulak gives him a stiff european uppercut. Bate shakes it off before retaliating with one as well. Gulak stumbles a bit but uses the distance to throw even more behind yet another uppercut. Bate's legs are practically Jell-o but he still manages to keep standing. He ends up lifting his left fist in the air, Gulak looking at it for just a second but that;s all Bate needs to knock his lights out with a right jab! He rushes to pick up Gulak, lifting him up in the air before driving him into the mat with a brainbuster! He hooks the leg for the pin.
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Gulak kicks out! Bate ends up dragging Gulak over to his corner. From there he decides to go up top, settling himself before going for a 450 splash! Gulak however makes him pay for it when he gets his knees up! Gulak starts to crawl over to his corner where Low Ki is waiting to make the tag. Sammy is also up, telling Bate he needs to stop Gulak. Bate manages to crawl over to him and grab his ankle but Gulak lunges forward and makes the tag to Low Ki!
The World Warrior comes in and right away kicks Bate in the face! He runs over to Sammy to give him a forearm to knock him off the apron. He comes back to Bate who is on his knees and goes for a shining wizard. Bate lifts his arm up to block it but instead Low Ki stops in his tracks and turns it into a reverse roundhouse kick known as Black Magic! Bate is out cold and so Low Ki brings him back up to his feet, and places him in the corner, lifting him up so that he's seated on the top turnbuckle. He moves Bate's feet to the outside before climbing up to the second rope. He hooks Bate's leg and is looking to end things with the Ki Krusher but Bate manages to fight it off with a few shots to the ribs, followed by a headbutt to knock him down to the mat! Not wanting to risk another 450, Bate instead leaps off with a flying headbutt, hitting Low Ki right on target!
Tom Phillips: Just seeing that move makes me wince nowadays.
Corey Graves: Stop being a pansy Phillips, it's an effective move and Tyler Bate is all about being effective.
Bate shakes off his own attack, managing to crawl over to where Sammy is. Bate looks completely out of it and when Sammy comes in, he tells the ref to check on Bate. Sammy then drags Low Ki over towards a corner. Gulak stands on the apron but McIntyre is there to grab his feet and pull him off, his face smashing into the apron on the way down! Sammy climbs up to the top rope but Low Ki manages to come to and knocks off his balance. He climbs up to the second rope and grabs his leg, once again looking for the Ki Krusher but Drew smashes his leg behind the knee and Low Ki goes falling backwards landing hard on his back and neck. Sammy gets down and and pins Low Ki's legs to his shoulders as Drew tells the ref to make the count. The ref turns and sees the pin, coming over to make the count. As he slides in, Sammy picks his feet up onto the ropes, Drew keeping them in place as Low Ki tries to wiggle free.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Tyler Bate and Sammy Guevara!
Sammy and Drew high tail it out of there while Low Ki tries to explain to the ref that Sammy had his feet on the ropes. Bate also leaves up the ramp with them while Gulak comes to and realizes what just happened. Sammy, Bate and McIntyre are all smiles as they head up the ramp and leave to the back while the live feed goes elsewhere.
The action in Revolution so far has been amazing but we're taking a break from that as the camera shows us Renee Young posing backstage
Do I look good in that angle? be honest.
generic cameraman 3: Ah yeah, you're looking amazing but we're live.
Renee quickly gets to hear senses, stops doing the pose and picks up a mic then starts talking
Hello UWF universe, sorry for that, well as you can see I'm just outside of our general manager EC3's office and I got a word that Dana White is in there right now, negotiating with him! I'm gonna try and get in there, maybe hear more details about our working relationship with the UFC.
Just as she says that Dana White opens the door and slams it, knocking Renee in the process and the crowd starts booing like crazy at him, not that he can hear em.
OMG, I'm so sorry, are you ok?
Dana starts helping Renee up
Yeah I'm fine, that's not the hardest thing that hit my face in this job, but if you're already here, I was wondering maybe you could answer a few questio...
When White hears that he releases Renee's hand which makes her fall, again.
NO! I WILL NOT ANSWER YOUR FUCKING QUESTION YOU MOTHERFUCKING, HALF-ASSED JOURNALISTS! I TOLD YOU THAT IM NOT ALLOWED TO ANSWER ANY OF YOUR QUESTIONS AND YOU STILL KEEP ON FUCKING ASKING
White stops for a second
You know what? I was gonna announce more details on our partnership today, AT MY OWN TIME, but you pissed me off, NO ANNOUNCEMENT TODAY! you'll just have to wait till King of the ring to know what it is!
Dana White storms out but you can see and hear that he still mumbles swear words at Renee for himself and the picture fades to black with the sight of Renee struggling to get back to her feet
{As the camera cuts away from the ring to the backstage area The cameraman walks out of the Arena when Jey and Jimmy Uso talks to the UWF Universe]
Jimmy|Uso: Y'all know damn well that we're! apart, of the New Era of Revolution we been down, since day reborn!
Jey|Uso: Yeah yeah, it's about freaking time that we introduce to the new rosters of Revolution Era for example like Cesaro, Jericho Punk, Rollins and last but not least The I.C Champion himself The Miz.
Jimmy|Uso: Hey, the Miz has been the only person talking' about people I mean we just got here since yesterday but if they want some one of the Usos then they k ow where to search us in our Locker rooms cause me and Jey are down with this new Era situation but I'm down wit' that crazy ass Revolution people on UWF.
Jey|Uso: You damn right, Uce. See, we need to stay focused on wth this new Era thing for a change since we're not in the past no more we just gonna have to live with our lives to this new Era of Revolution and start off begin nice in general with other new and old people from Revolution.but only, for that and that's gonna make' sure that some people by the end of the day, we still get the job.done around here once we clear out most of these new random folks of Revolution and when we make our selves a lot better Now, there's some of y'all that we probably don't like in our roster brand and that goes for everyone including our family member our flashing blood Roman Reigns he's the reason that me and Jimmy came back in the first place but we're not blaming no one until we get to the bottom of this new Era of Revolution starting by next week on Revolution.
Jimmy|Uso:...But we're gonna' put all of that aside though after we make some demands around here so if one of you say something about me and Jey or talk about our family then you must have a really problem with us then because we won't be here this Thursday on Revolution cause we just made our first appearance to show up and take a very look at this Era called of Revolution for UWF network.
Jey|Uso: weren't they listening' what we just got through saying just a moment ago we will not show up this week because we just came back not to long ago but we will make our first debut starting by next week on Revolution after this Thursday on Revolution on UWF.
Jimmy and Jey: welcome to the Uso Penitentiary!
[Jey and Jimmy Uso steps away from backstage are when they head back to there Locker rooms before there first appearance next week}
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is tonight's main event! Introducing first...
Out comes the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, the Best in the World At What He Does, Y2J Chris Jericho, with his usual fireworks display and light-up jacket.
Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... Chris Jericho!!!
Jericho heads towards the ring, showered in disapproval for his actions in recent weeks. The Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla shakes this off, however, and proceeds with business as usual, entering the ring for the start of his match.
Tony Chimel:And his partner...
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.
Tony Chimel: And introducing their opponents...
ALL ABOARD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Here comes the future hall of famer! He is welcomed by chants of his name. "CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!" whilst the other half are chanting "CM SUCKS! CM SUCKS! CM SUCKS!"
He gets down on one knee and checks what time it is. "IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!", he stands back up and 'smashes' the camera.
Tony Chimel: "Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, he is Chicago's Finest -- The self proclaimed Future Hall of Famer; CM Punk!"
Punk continues walking down the ramp. He walks up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and does his traditional raised arms taunt, he then takes a moment to look around at the crowd before climbing down from the turnbuckle and entering the ring.
As he enters, he runs to the turnbuckle opposite and pumps up the crowd. He drops down from the turnbuckle, and sits in the middle of the ring.
As he sits in the middle of the ring, the crowd are still split down the middle. "CM Punk! CM Punk!" whilst the other half chant "CM Sucks! CM Sucks!"
Punk looks around and chuckles at the crowd whilst waiting for the match to begin.
Tony Chimel: And his partner...
BURN IT DOWN!!!
The fans all begin to get extremely antsy when a large amount of pyro goes off at the top of the stage shaking the entire arena. Seth Rollins soon emerges from behind a large cloud of smoke as the fans all begin to cheer and scream at the top of their voices. The ovation is ear splitting, earth rattling, and flat out deafening. Seth Rollins slowly steps out from the back, very slowly and methodically. A slight grin emerges from the corners of his mouth as he recognizes the fans adoring love for him. Seth walks down the ramp as the love from the fans continue to pour down upon his shoulders. He makes contact with a few fans in the form of handshakes and handclaps and he makes his way into the ring. He stands on second turnbuckle and throws both of his fists in the air as the crowd continues to scream until their lungs collapse.
Tony Chimel: “ Standing at 6 foot 1 inches, Weighing in at 220 lbs, and hailing from Buffalo, Iowa, he is The Architect: Seth Rollins!!!”
VS
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and it looks as though things are going to get started with Chris Jericho and Seth Rollins. The pair circle each other in the ring before Rollins calls for a test of strength. Jericho looks at the hand and shrugs, then raises his own as though to join in the test. As soon as Rollins takes it, however, Jericho kicks him in the gut and pulls him into a DDT! Rollins rolls on the canvas as the fans boo and Jericho pursues him, putting the boot to him and driving him from the ring. Y2J then struts to the middle of the squared circle and extends his arms, inhaling deeply before shouting, "DRINK IT IN, MAAAAAAAAN!" The fans boo even more loudly, but soon find a reason to pop as Jericho turns around into a leapfrogging crossbody from Crossfit Jesus, himself! Rollins is quicker to his feet than the veteran and charges Jericho, who is doubled over, looking for an early Curb Stomp! Jericho, however, has other plans as he stumbles backward away from the maneuver and Rollins lands harmlessly on the canvas. Y2J then goes for a step-up enzuigiri on Rollins as he turns toward him, but Rollins actually ducks under the kick and Jericho tumbles harmlessly to the canvas before The Architect pounces, mounting him and bludgeoning him with a number of precision closed-fist strikes. Jericho is laid out as Rollins gets to his feet and heads for the ropes as Jericho slowly pushes his way back to a vertical base, hitting a running heel kick! Jericho rolls out of the ring on impact and Rollins buys himself some time to breathe.
Tom Phillips: Chris Jericho started things off with some poor sportsmanship, but the Architect quickly adapted and now this match is following a blueprint he knows well.
Corey Graves: Can you leave the lame puns to Mauro, Phillips? At least his delivery doesn't feel as forced.
Mauro Ranallo: I thank you Corey and indeed we can see that the Lion is anything but tamed with Seth Rollins running wild here tonight.
Jericho slowly gets back to his feet, but as he does Rollins hits the ropes opposite and comes back through the top and middle looking for a suicide dive! Jericho has the wherewithal to sidestep and Rollins eats the announce table, his jaw smacking off the wooden surface mercilessly as he falls nearly limp against it. Y2J smirks and shouts, "See what happens? Huh? You STUPID IDIOT!" and smacks Rollins right in the back of the head. Jericho then pulls Rollins to his groggy feet and smashes his face off the announce table a second time before reaching over and grabbing Tom Phillips' water bottle.
Tom Phillips: Wha-- hey!
Jericho smacks Rollins over the back of the head with the open bottle, sending ice-cold water cascading down his back as the Architect is laid out across the wood. Y2J then grabs him and throws him back into the ring before heading back to timekeeping, grabbing a clipboard, and walking to the front of the announce table. He pulls a pen from his tights, appraises Phillips with a stern glare, and shouts "YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!" This actually nets Jericho a massive pop.
Corey Graves: I'm not sure if it's the List routine or their contempt for you, Phillips, but this audience is actually cheering on the bad guy!
Jericho hands off his clipboard and slides into the ring, but as he does he finds Rollins getting back to his vertical base. Y2J heads straight for him and swings with a wild punch, but Rollins ducks it and rolls through with an enziguri kick to the side of the head! Jericho goes full vertical and then flops to the canvas as Rollins scrambles for his corner and tags in CM Punk.
Mauro Ranallo: And now comes a decorated athlete in his own right who is just returning to the UWF and looking to rebuild his reputation in CM Punk. A win here tonight would be big for him.
Corey Graves: Against the world champion and the number one contender, though? Not gonna happen.
Punk heads straight over to Jericho and pulls him to his feet, unloading on both sides of his head with a nasty Mongolian chop! Jericho's bell is clearly rung as Punk grabs him and whips him hard into the corner turnbuckle, pursuing just a second behind and connecting with a high knee to the jaw! Jericho reels from the knee and there's a bit of a pause before he climbs down from the rope and rolls Jericho out of the corner with a bulldog! Jericho is planted hard and Punk rolls him over, hooking the leg and staring intensely at the world champion.
Tom Phillips: Punk is staring right at Cesaro and you can't help but feel he's trying to make a statement right now.
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Right after the two count, Jericho gets the shoulder up. The fans are buzzing, however, from Punk's display of dominance thus far, and he's not about to let the momentum run dry. He pulls Jericho back to his feet, but as he does the Canadian drives him back into the corner and shoulder thrusts him in the gut. Punk is winded, but he clasps his two hands together and brings them thumping down on Jericho's back with a double ax handle. Jericho no-sells it and shoulder thrusts again. This time, the resistance falters and Punk gasps for air, so Jericho stands up and claps him straight across the chest with the nastiest knife's edge chop anyone has seen since Ric Flair retired. The fans shout, "WOO!" as the blow lands, but Jericho's not done. He's got another four of those suckers with Punk's name on it and when he unloads them, the former world champion's chest is a sickening shade of red and Jericho leads him out of the corner before connecting with a simple snapmare. As Punk lands on his arse, Jericho punts him in the spine, sending him flopping on his side to writhe. Y2J then heads to Cesaro and makes the tag.
Corey Graves: Well, here comes the man CM Punk was so determined to make a statement to and you have to believe Cesaro is going to be looking to knock the cocky returning superstar down a notch or two.
Cesaro heads right over to Punk and pulls him to his feet before hitting a nasty European uppercut that sends Chicago Made reeling back into and bouncing off the ropes. Punk stumbles back forward right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and Cesaro holds him there on the knee like a child being punished for his misdeeds for a second, then shoves him off. The Swiss Superman has a grin on his face as he heads off the ropes, coming back in more of a jog before dropping an elbow on Punk, then pulling him into a cover.
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Right before the two-count, Punk kicks out. Cesaro nods to himself, happy to see he's going to get a challenge from this particular foe. He pulls Punk up as he, himself stands, then sends him off the ropes. Punk rebounds and Cesaro pops him up into the air before catching him there in a gorilla press! Punk, however, breaks swiftly free and lands behind Cesaro, then quickly grabs him by shoulder and waist and spins him, tossing him between the top and middle turnbuckle of his team's corner to collide shoulder-first with the post!
Mauro Ranallo: OOH! Cesaro eats the unrelenting steel ring post and that was the shoulder he injured in Aztec Warfare so you have to wonder if that will re-aggravate the old war wound.
Corey Graves: This is the brilliance of CM Punk, former world champion here in the UWF, taking advantage of his foes' weaknesses and past injuries to get the edge.
The fans pop at the brutal counter as Punk heads over and tags in Rollins, then proceeds to pummel Cesaro's unprotected lower back with some clubbing blows. As Rollins enters the ring, Punk pulls Cesaro out of the corner and tosses him into the Architect's grip before stepping out onto the apron. But Punk doesn't have the usual routine for a tag match in mind; he heads to the top rope as Rollins lifts Cesaro and brings him crashing down to the canvas with a Falcon Arrow! Punk, then, shouts "BEST IN THE WORLD!" before leaping off the top to connect with his patented elbow drop directly on the rib of Cesaro! Punk rolls out of the ring as Rollins goes for the cover and the fans count right along with the official:
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Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Two and three-quarters and the heart of the UWF Champion is on full display as he kicks out from a combination of strikes and slams that would have finished a lesser man.
Tom Phillips: He really is a Superman.
Rollins seems to be in disbelief himself as he sits beside the still fallen Cesaro, running a hand through his hair. He then pushes to his feet and stalks the UWF Champion, lining Cesaro up for a Curb Stomp as he rolls onto his chest and pushes to hands and knees. Rollins heads off in full tilt and Cesaro pops up, tossing him into the air! The Architect comes crashing down into a Very European Uppercut! The fans pop in a big way for the move as Cesaro then flops down to the canvas and Rollins crashes and burns, both men seemingly out of it as the official eyes them, watching for any sort of movement. With no sign of any, he starts a count as the men on the apron try to get the crowd behind their partners.
Corey Graves: The UWF Champion damn near decapitated Seth Rollins, but he's in no shape to capitalize here.
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No signs of movement in the ring, but Punk's efforts to animate the crowd has them chanting "LET'S GO ROLLINS!" while a portion replies "CM PUNK!" Jericho basically gives up on trying to get people behind Cesaro, instead leaning over the top rope to shout derision at his partner. "GET UP, YOU STUPID IDIOT! COME ON! GET OVER HERE! MAKE THE TAG OR YOU'LL MAKE THE LIST AGAIN!"
Mauro Ranallo: And now we see two different parenting techniques in play here as CM Punk is trying to encourage his partner to rally while Jericho belittles his own.
Corey Graves: It looks like Jericho's on to something — Cesaro's on the move!
Indeed, the UWF Champion is, as he drags himself slowly past Rollins toward his corner. Rollins, however, starts to find some energy of his own with the fans cheering him on and Punk stomping in their corner, practically frothing at the mouth. The two inch ever closer to their corners and it looks like it's going to be a...
Tom Phillips: Hot tag! Hot tag!
Corey Graves: Cold take! Cold take!
Jericho leaps over the top rope and charges Punk, but his foe has other things in mind as he springboards off the top rope, connecting with a lariat! Jericho rolls away as Punk gets to his feet, the Best in the World pursuing the Best in the World at what he does as Jericho rolls right out to the apron. Punk moves to grab Jericho from the apron between the ropes, but Jericho grabs his head and pulls him neck first down onto the middle rope, choking him! The official catches wind of the dirty move as the fans go nuclear, ordering Jericho to break and starting a count. Jericho takes full advantage of the time as he holds Punk in the chokehold for three seconds before releasing him, Punk stumbling away from the ropes and gasping for air. Jericho then pulls himself to his feet with the ropes and returns the favor on Punk as he turns back toward Y2J, connecting with a springboard lariat of his own! Punk is down and out as Jericho gets to his feet, then heads to his corner to tag in the UWF Champion!
Mauro Ranallo: Chris Jericho moving for a tag when he should be moving to finish this thing!
Corey Graves: I don't get it!
Jericho tags in Cesaro and the champion seems incredulous, but steps into the ring regardless, stepping forward and cracking his neck as he prepares for a Spin! But Punk's not the one who's about to Spin — instead it's Cesaro as Jericho grabs him by the shoulder, spins him around and hits a DEVASTATING CODEBREAKER!
Corey Graves: Oh noooow I get it! Brilliant! Hahaha!
Mauro Ranallo: Codebreaker by Judas himself as Jericho leaves his partner to the sharks!
The fans really give Y2J some shit now as he rolls out of the ring, laughing to himself like a madman before heading to timekeeping and collecting his list. Jericho then watches on as the groggy Punk gets to his feet, lifts the dead-to-rights Cesaro onto his shoulder and hits the Go To Sleep! Punk falls on top for the cover, the fans counting along again!
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DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
the team of
SETH ROLLINS
-and-
CM PUNK!
It's Punk's music playing as Rollins enters the ring to celebrate with his partner, moving to lift his hand in the air. Punk, however, pulls his hand away and heads for the corner, climbing it to celebrate himself!
Tom Phillips: Well he may be the victor but there's no humility for CM Punk here as he celebrates this win like it was all his own.
Corey Graves: That kind of killer attitude is exactly what any future world champion needs. No wonder a man who's won it as many times as he has is embodying it now.
Mauro Ranallo: That's to take nothing away from Seth Rollins' contributions to this match; the Architect was every bit a part of this win. You might say he laid the foundations for it.
Rollins looks on, smirking, then says to himself, "all right," and heads for his own corner to lift his own arms in victory.
The fans are still booing loudly over Jericho's betrayal while the show comes to a close.
-END OF SHOW-
Credits
Emma vs Velvet - Gurt
Hardy vs Kendrick - SemiObsessive
Reigns vs Jacobs - Jye
Cesaro & Jericho vs Punk & Rollins - Crann
Rude vs Eugene, Swagger vs Miz, Bate & Sammy vs Gulak & Low Ki - Danny