Post by Danny on Sept 1, 2018 2:56:59 GMT -6
Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing the excited faces of the UWF faithful. The whole crowd seemingly chant "UWF! UWF! UWF!" in a never ending fashion. The camera then cuts to ringside where Tom Phillips, Corey Graves and Mauro Ranallo are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: The King of the Ring has passed us by and we've got nothing but huge news coming out of it. For starters, we have a new UWF Champion!
Tom Phillips: And the main event of Summerslam has already been set as the winner of the King of the Ring, Vinny Marseglia will challenge the new UWF Champion Chris Jericho.
Mauro Ranallo: If that's wasn't enough big news, it was announced that after Summerslam, UWF will be expanding to two brands with me as the head commentator for the second brand!
Corey Graves: I can't believe you're sticking me with Phillips.
Tom Phillips: There's tons of action in store for tonight but first, let's take you backstage where one of our camera men is trying to get an update on the status of Cesaro.
With speculation amidst, the end was near for the Swiss Native. As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken to a view from the backseat of a car, facing the driver’s seat; it’s evident that in the driver’s seat, sits Paul Heyman, as is evident from his shape, suit, and greasy balding hairstyle. Presumably, sitting in the back, is a cameraman, holding the camera. Heyman continues to drive the car, as the cameraman pipes up some questions—
Cameraman: “Paul, can you update us on Cesaro’s condition following King of the Ring?”
Paul Heyman: “Christ almighty! For the last time, it doesn’t matter how differently you spin the question, I don’t know. Don’t they teach you interns anything, maybe some common sense? That’s where we’re going.”
Cameraman: “Sorry, it’s just my job.”
Paul groans to himself, as he suddenly then erratically scratches at his balded scalp like he’s stressed out. He reaches down to the radio on his right as he begins to flip through some channels.
Paul Heyman: “I need some music. You don’t mind, right?”
Cameraman: “Anything you want.”
Heyman scrolls through the channels, suddenly a song comes on—
Paul lets the song idle out for a moment, letting it play out. He continues to drive down whatever road he’s on for a bit, before an exit sign comes up. Paul signals, as the vehicle veers off onto the offramp. In the distance, from where the camera is, the roof of a hospital is just barely visible.
After getting to the top of the exit ramp, Paul turns right, continuing on his way for a short bit, before turning left into the hospital parking lot. Paul finds a convenient
parking spot right away, between two cars. Paul goes in, but there’s an audible thud and a shake of the camera as Paul goes in. Paul pokes his head out of the car—
Paul Heyman: “Damn it.”
Paul cusses, as he looks out to see that the front of his car has hit the curb. It’s a bad luck day for the advocate of the former UWF Champion. Heyman places a palm to his forehead, getting out of the car. He shakes his head, staring down at the curb, before (metaphorically) saying fuck it, and begins to head toward the hospital building with the cameraman. The song from the radio continues – even though they’ve left the vehicle.
Heyman enters the relatively busy lobby of the hospital, as he heads over to the reception desk to speak to one of the receptionists.
Paul Heyman: “Hi, I’m looking to visit one of my colleagues inside the physical therapy ward; My name is Paul Heyman, looking to meet the company of current patient, Antonio Cesaro. I should be on a list somewhere.”
Receptionist: “One moment, please.”
The receptionist types on her keyboard like a robot.
Receptionist: “Mr. Heyman – if you were go down the hallway on your right, continue down it until you’ve reached another large desk like this, you should reach the physical therapy center. Ask to see your patient there. I’ve let them known that you’re coming.”
Paul Heyman: “Thank you so much. Have a good day.”
Paul gives a superficial sendoff, as he nods to the receptionist once before turning to the hallway to his right. The cameraman follows him as he does so, until Paul reaches the aforementioned desk. There’s no one there. Paul grumbles under his voice as he realizes this, and impatiently whacks the desk bell, as does eventually approach a tall intern with a large shaggy afro and weary eyes who doesn’t look like he gives a fuck about his job.
Tall Intern: “Hey bro.”
Paul Heyman: “Uh, hi, my name is Paul Heyman. I’ve come to see one of your patients, Antonio Cesaro.”
Tall Intern: “That’s pretty cool, man. You can just go right in.”
Heyman looks confused for a second, as he looks into the intern’s weary, baggy eyes like he’s not all there. Heyman shakes his head, squinting his eyebrows, he just replies plainly.
Paul Heyman: “Alright, thanks."
Paul abruptly walks off, not wanting to deal with the intern anymore, into the PT center; he heads off into one large main room, where multiple people can be seen exercising in it. Paul doesn’t spot Cesaro, instead, he looks along the rooms to see which patients are in which room. Eventually, he finds the name; “Antonio Cesaro” on a slip of paper next to one of the rooms. He opens up the room to see exactly who he expects—
Paul Heyman: “Hey, Hey, Tony!”
Cesaro: “Hey, Paul; I was wondering when you’d come back around.”
Paul Heyman: “Well, you know. I was going to call, but… I figured I should see you in person, at least. Anyway, I just wanted to touch base with you for a bit. What’re the doctors saying? It’s been at least a week, and I was hoping we’d have some results.”
Cesaro: “That we do…”
Cesaro stands up from his seated position, biting his lip. It’s clearly seen that his arm is in a sling.
Cesaro: “Well, so here it goes – I wish I had better news, Paul. Unfortunately, it’s as bad as it looked at King of the Ring. After they examined my shoulder, they talked with me a little, and they showed me an x-ray. I saw it with my own eyes – the shoulder’s been retorn.”
Paul Heyman places a palm over his sweaty forehead, looking to the ground. Cesaro continues.
Cesaro: “But, even if it doesn’t look very good, I don’t think it has to be as bad as it sounds, if you get what I mean. My shoulder might’ve given out, but damn it all if my spirit didn’t. If I took the UWF Championship title once, I can take it again. If I can take Chris Jericho to the limit, then I know what it takes to beat him – and I know I’ve still got it in me. What needs to happen, though, is how we play this up to EC3—”
Paul Heyman: “I need to stop you there. What I say next isn’t my choice. In fact, I fought it against it when he told me, as I placed it into comparison with the amount of other shenanigans that happen around here. But, as it so happens, I don’t have a choice. A couple of days after King of the Ring, EC3 pulled me into his office. In a nutshell, just because I want to get to the point, he’s demanding that you take time off.”
Cesaro takes a moment to let it sink in, as he exhales, as he gives Paul this look in his eyes, like he’s just plain exhausted. The Superman places a hand to his forehead, as he sits down. The moment of silence drags on, as the two empathically stand there in solemnness. Cesaro looks up—
Cesaro: “And, that’s how he wants it?”
Paul Heyman: “I’m afraid so.”
Pausing, Cesaro looks off into one of the corners of the room, resuming to speak shortly thereafter.
Cesaro: “It goes against what I am, to take it lying down like this – but I’ve got no cards left to play. No energy left to exert. I’m at my wits end – with everything. But, now I see how things are, not that I could help it. I’ve decided on it, Paul. I’m done fighting for lesser men than myself.”
Paul nods along with what Cesaro says.
Paul Heyman: “I think you’re making the right choice.”
Cesaro continues to stare off into the corner of the room, as he speaks nonchalantly and almost quietly.
Cesaro: “Yeah. They deserve what they’ve made for themselves.”
There’s another lingering silence between the two after what Cesaro has said. After a moment, Paul breaks the ice one last time, as he looks to leave.
Paul Heyman: “Well, I’m going to go, Tony. It’s been nice working with you.”
Cesaro: “Goodbye, Paul.”
Paul nods once to Cesaro as a goodbye, as he shuts the door to the room, Cesaro nonchalantly staring at him as he leaves. The camera follows Heyman out of the room. Heyman then proceeds to make his way out of the hospital, leaving the PT center; there’s unnerving silence, as Paul makes his way down the hallway. The cameraman tries to pipe up a question—
Paul Heyman: “Mr. Heyman, what does that leave for yourself? What about Cesaro in the far future?”
Heyman doesn’t say a word to the cameraman, continuing on his way through the hospital, as the cameraman continues to follow him in vain. The silence continues to linger, even as Heyman walks through the bustling reception lobby of patients from where he walked in; not batting an eye for anyone, or anything. As soon as he gets out of the hospital, he takes a left onto the sidewalk.
Heyman walks down the sidewalk for a bit, before an audible ringing sound comes from the right of him, next to the street. Breaking his demeneaor, Heyman looks at where the noise came from, as does the camera. It zooms in on the noise-making object.
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An expired parking meter. Revolution rolls on.
Drew Gulak is being lead into an office by Chuck Taylor, Drew looks at the Kentucky Gentlemen confused.
Drew Gulak: You sure Orange Cassidy is here?
Chuck Taylor: Oh that? That was a lie. He’s in prison fuck him. we’re gonna find you a new friend you’ve been acting like a dumb puppy over OC for too long it’s kinda getting a little creepy.
Drew Gulak goes to protest but Chuck Taylor interrupts him.
Chuck Taylor: Drew Drew Drew Drew… Have I ever steered you wrong on something?
Drew Gulak: Many times in fact.
Chuck Taylor: Right so just ignore those and try this one more. I found someone perfect, he wears suits like you, and is a little weird but you do weird stuff like roleplay as a politician and make powerpoints. So I don’t see why you two wouldn’t be a perfect match to be quite honest?
The two walk into the room and seated there is a man in a big suit,but he seems to have a small head.
: you are the man he was talking about?Drew Gulak: uh yeah.
There’s a silence and a seeming stare down between Drew Gulak and the man in the suit. Gulak looking especially uncomfortable. Drew Gulak looks over to Chuck Taylor.
Drew Gulak: Can I go now.
Chuck Taylor: Yes we can go now… this was a mistake
The two walk out with the man staring at the two.
: Such strange men. Tyler is standing backstage live (not pre-recorded), surrounded by background noise, he shouts into the microphone attached to the camera.
Tyler Bate: Hello, how is it going, you ignorant bastards of Revolution, I've come to clear a few things up! Hopefully, I don't have to dumb it down that much for you lot to understand, because I know ye' aren't the smartest lot. Anyway, I'm getting off track, I've been getting a few questions on my Twitter lately about where the fuck I was during King of the Ring, and my answer to that is, how about you fuck rrrrriiight off. Joking, joking, don't get yer knickers in a twist, JUST yet. My real answer to that question is that I don't actually care about a show or pay-per-view that I'm not in, it sounds narcissistic, but really, why would I care about something that I don't need to keep track of my public image in? I mean, I'll put in my time and effort if I actually give a shit. When the show was going on, I was just watching the Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Invitational 2018, something actually interesting (by the way, I main Zero Suit Samus in Smash 4), and before you say, "But you won't know who won!" I saw the results, and I'm surprised, I have to say, well done to Chris. I said he wouldn't do it but he proved me wrong, I wish the best for him.
Tyler Bate: Triple H, you've said a few things about me, and when I say a few things, I don't mean a lot, honestly, and that's because you don't have enough ammo to fire at me, you see, as you've mentioned, I'm one of the youngest here, and that means I'm still fresh to make a horrible mistake, but you've made plenty, I can tell, I mean one of those is that wife you got there, or at least... had? I don't know the relationship between you two anymore, I'm guessing you're going to respond with "It's complicated." Or something.
Tyler pulls out his phone, opening up the Twitter app.
Tyler Bate: You know what, I'll give you lot a chance to ask me some questions, tag me in a tweet and I'll try my best to answer them all. I'll be back later, back to you lot in the commentary team...
Tyler nods to the camera before turning around and walking away, laughing to himself.
Neville and Finn Balor have already entered the ring when...
HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME
The familiar siren starts to play thoughout the area as Scott Steiner comes from out of the back chainmail on his head. He stands at the top of the ramp flecking his biceps to all of his freaks and giving one of them a kiss.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 276 lbs, Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner"
He makes his way down to the ring showing every women in the audience his muscles. He gets into the ring goes to the top rope to flex some more and kisses the other bicep.
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Tony Chimel: And now introducing, from Milwaukee Wisconsin, weighing in at 202 pounds, Austin Aries!
The already pumped up crowd leaps up to their feet hearing the music of one of the hottest talents in UWF today, Austin Aries. As the crowd cheers him on, Aries appears up on the stage from behind the backstage curtain. Aries looks more than ready this evening, walking out with a look of pure confidence. He casually walks down to the ring, ensuring he slaps some high fives from the local fans before leaping up on to the apron and entering the ring. Aries spends a moment climbing up on each corner and posing for the fans who may want to snap a photo of him.
DING DING DING
The match starts off slow. Each competitor weary of the other. They slowly circle each other, looking for any opening. This goes on for about 30 seconds before Scott Steiner gets upset. He lunges forward to Balor, and in one swift motion completely lifts him over his head and just completely throws him into Neville.
Mauro Ranallo: Did you see that!? What super human stength on display here! Steiner just used Balor as a human weapon!
Corey Graves: You gotta like his chances here. Not to take anything away from Neville, Balor, or Aries, but there is a significant size difference here between those three and this Freak of Nature, here.
Both go crashing to the mat when Aries jumps on Steiner's back. Steiner shakes trying to free himself of the smaller man, but Aries is locked on tight. He applies a tight sleeper hold, complete with a body scissors around Scott's body that causes the big man to fall to one knee. As he stays kneeling on the canvas, both Balor and Neville have gotten up and in stereo super kick the lights out of Steiner. Steiner rolls out of the ring to recover.
Tom Phillips: I like this strategy here! It's everyone for themselves, but if you can work together to get Steiner out of the equation, I say do it!
Mauro Ranallo: This is pretty much the UWF's Infinity Wars right here, and these three men may need to work together to take out Thanos, in this case, Scott Steiner.
Corey Graves: Can you be anymore of a nerd?
Aries attempts a wild swing, which is sidestepped by Balor, he turns into ropes where Balor blasts his chest with a knife edge chop. He unleashes with another one that sends Aries retreating from the ropes. Just then, Neville comes rushing at Balor like a bat outta hell, he tries for a clothesline, but Balor dodges the strike, and responds with a shot gun drop kick that sends Neville flying into the corner. Balor retreats to the opposite corner to charge at Neville but is intercepted halfway by a near decapitating clothesline from Aries. Aries doesn't let up though, and jumps on Balor to rain strikes down on him. But like a swamp monster rising from the murk, Big Poppa Pump appears behind Aries and easily lifts him off Balor with one giant claw like hand wrapped around his skull. Aries shakes, desperate to break free, but the Big Bad Booty Daddy just lifts Aries off the mat and throws him into the same corner where Neville is seated. They both collide into each other, and are stacked against one another. Steiner looks pleased with his work and turns to face Balor, but Balor is ready for him and starts drilling the big man with forearms. Steiner staggers back into the corner with Aries and Neville but he's still on his feet. Balor takes a few steps back to get a running start and then chargers at Steiner. He jumps in the air and drives both of his boots into Steiner's chest. He flies back into the poor two superstars behind him and all three superstars stack against each other. Aries being sandwiched between Neville and Scott Steiner. A smile forms across Balor's face as he sees the opportunity laid out before him.
Mauro Ranallo: He's not going to do what I think he is!
Tom Phillips: Balor is usually man with a smile on his face all the time, but there's a bit of evil intent behind this smile.
He makes his way over to the opposite corner and comes running out like a mad man before jumping into the air and delivering a devastating shotgun drop kick to each of his adversaries. All three crumple like paper and roll out of the ring, leaving Balor as the only man standing. Balor hypes up the crowd for a bit as all three of his downed opponents stir to their feet. Balor runs off the ropes to jump out at them with a huge over the top rope dive, but at the last second, Steiner and Aries push off of Neville leaving directly in harms way to take the full force of Balor's attack.
Corey Graves: HA! What brilliance. They just pushed Neville into harms way like a sacrificial lamb.
Balor collides hard with Neville but lands on his feet where he is instantly grabbed by Steiner who pushes him into the barricade hard. During all of this, Aries has climbed onto the barricade itself and is running full speed at Steiner. Steiner can't react quick enough and is shot in the face by a soccer kick, courtesy of The Greatest Man to Ever live. Aries quickly jumps down from the barricade and rolls a groggy Balor into the ring, looking to capitalize. Austin brings Finn to his feet, but is met with a Balor Forearm. Balor pulls Aries in and whips him to the far ropes. When Aries rebounds, Balor kicks him right in the gut! In one smooth, quick motion Balor locks Aries and plants him with a huge DDT! The impact pops Aries back up to his knees and then he falls to his back! Balor is right there for the cover!
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BREAK UP!
At this time, Steiner pops back up and yanks Balor back to his feet. Steiner whips Balor to the corner and he hits hard! Steiner gets up a head of steam and flattens Balor in the corner with a thunderous clothesline! Steiner is all over Balor! He whips him to the opposite corner and tattoos him with another clothesline! Balor crumples in the corner as Steiner steps back and surveys the damage! Steiner pulls Balor back up again and sends him hard into the opposite corner again! Steiner gets up another head of steam and charges...but he catches a boot to the mouth! Balor gets the foot up and Steiner stumbles back a step! Balor jumps out and nails Steiner with a knife edge to the chest! Steiner tries to cover up, but Balor is right on him and lays in two more chop shots to the chest! An angry Steiner tries a wild clothesline at Balor but Balor ducks the shot, sending Steiner running against the ropes he rebounds back to meet Balor who responds with a Sling Blade to the big man. Balor Follows down for the cover.
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BREAK UP!
Aries is back and breaks up the pin. He jumps on Balor and starts attacking him like a Hyena. Viscous strikes from the left and right hand. Aries gets back to his feet, visibly upset.
Tom Phillips: Balor seemed to had that thing won, but that's why Fatal Four Ways are so dangerous. You never know who's lurking.
Mauro Ranallo: Aries seems to be fired up! I wouldn't want to be Balor right now.
Aries drags Balor to the nearest turnbuckle where he lays into him some more with vicious series of mud hole stomps, finishing the barrage with a knee pressed hard up against the chest, neck and face. Aries steps through the ropes and begins to climb up to the top rope. He is perched and ready to jump when Neville reappears and pushes Aries down. He takes a long fall to the outside and hits the mats with a thud. Neville now climbs up to the top rope, and looks down on a prone Balor. Neville jumps off with a moonsault but it's not Balor that he lands on. He is plucked out of the air by Steiner, landing folded against his shoulder. Steiner walks over to the ropes and power slams Neville out of the ring to the outside floor!
Mauro Ranallo: Just like plucking a fly out of mid air! Steiner is a monster!
Corey Graves: Thanks for coming, Neville!
Steiner looks down and smiles at his handiwork when Balor, back on his feet, drop kicks Steiner though the ropes. Steiner stumbles out and meets Neville on the floor. Aries at this time has gotten back into the ring, and Balor turns to face him. The two men circle each other for a brief moment before locking up. Aries gains an early advantage when he slips behind Balor to control the waist. Balor tries to will his way to the ropes to gain leverage but is over powered. Aries lifts Balor up but can't completely get him over his head. Balor counters it by falling down and slipping between Aries legs, pulling him down in the process into a pinning predicament.
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KICKOUT!
Aries kicks out and is back up to his feet quickly. Both competitors are to their feet and start trading thunderous stiff punches into the other’s face. Aries blind-sides Balor with a sudden knee into the gut and throws him face-first into the harsh canvas. Balor gets up to one knee but his met with a slap from Aries. Aries takes some time to trash talk Balor, but he begins to fight back from one knee. He lands a few strikes to Aries' stomach before he gets back to his feet fully. Balor lands some more shots to Aries, pushing him back into the ropes. Aries leans against the ropes as Balor comes running at him to clotheslines both of them from the ring! They both fall hard and hit the ground.
Tom Phillips: What a clotheslines!
Mauro Ranallo: Shades of Cactus Jack with that devastating out of the ring clotheslines.
Corey Graves: All four men are outside the ring, what could happen out here?
Steiner is back to his feet at this point, and lucky for him, both Balor and Aries are down. He laughs a bit before he drags Balor over to Aries. He stacks Balor on top of Aries, and then goes to retrieve Neville. He lifts Neville over and on to his should with ease, and then steps onto the ring apron, still holding onto Neville. He takes a few steps back before running forward and power-slamming Neville from the apron onto the two stacked super stars below. Steiner crushes Neville's body into both Aries and Balor.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God! What a monster! He just used Neville as a weapon to crush Finn and Aries!
Corey Graves: You may call him a monster, but I'll just call him smart.
Tom Phillips: I think you may be the first person in history to call Scott Steiner smart, Corey.
Corey Graves: You better watch your mouth, Phillips, or Steiner might use you as a battering ram next!
Steiner laughs as all three men roll around in pain. He decided that Balor will be his victim, and plucks him from the ground, throwing him back into the ring. Steiner slides in after him and once again lifts the grounded Balor. He holds him up and charges him into the corner, further crushing the Irish-men's body. Steiner stays on the attack though, and lifts Balor over his head in a military press. Balor struggles free though, and falls behind Steiner. He takes a chop block to Steiner's leg, trying to knock him off his base. Steiner stumbles but doesn't fall. Balor runs to the ropes and rebounds off with another chop block, this time with more force. This one takes Steiner down and without wasting a breath, Balor heads to top rope. He stands fully up before jumping off at Steiner and crushing his chest with the Coup De Grace! Balor scrambles to make the cover when Neville runs in! He grabs hold of Balor and tosses him from the ring! Neville then goes to cover Steiner instead!
Corey Graves: That thief!
Mauro Ranallo: Neville's gonna steal it!
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NO!
Out of no where, while Neville was pinning Steiner, Aries crashes down on both Neville and Steiner with a 450 Splash! Steiner takes the impact and rolls out, glutching his mid section. Aries makes the cover on Neville, hooking the legs.
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner.... AUSTIN ARIES!
Neville rolls out of the ring as Austin has his hand held.
Corey Graves: The Greatest Man that Ever Lived, just had the greatest plan to win this match! Hat's off!
Aries remains celebrating as the other three men make their way to the back and the camera shot is taken elsewhere.
Renee Young
"We are standing out here in front EC3s office, he has been in there talking to an Sammy Guevara for the last hour or so. We have no idea what they are talking about, is it to do with the fact up until this weekend he had no formal contract with UWF to show up here..."
Sound of door handle being turned as the door swings open Sammy Guevara stops to have this interview with Renee. He smirks to himself
Renee Young
"Sammy have you and Mr Carter come to terms with your contract, that's why you were in there with him and Drake Maverick, am I right to assume so Sammy?"
Sammy chuckles to himself as he raises his finger to Renee's mouth
Sammy Guevara | Mr Moneysworth
"Renee assuming makes an ass out of me and you, so before you get to ahead of yourself think, why would I the hottest rising star in UWF coming off not one but TWO well deserved wins and after I pushed the intercontinental champion to his limit. As soon as I pushed Miz to his limit it was set in stone, a contract with UWF was almost all but written, Mr Carter and I were talking about the fact I was banned from even showing up at King Of The Ring. Drew and I were going to make a statement but due to the local airport banning us from flying to the show, something about a potential risk or something like that the only thing Drew and 1 care for is causing chaos on UWF. What a shame for the crowd the never got to get their moneys worth we would have made a talking point to the King Of The Rin.."
Renee Young
"So you are saying the Jericho beating Cesaro for the UWF Championship means nothing?, or Vinny Marseglia winning the King of the Ring tournament, the man you will be facing tonight for the televison championship!"
Sammy Guevara | Mr Moneysworth
"They do mean something. It means when I beat Marseglia tonight I don't just become Television Champion, I beat the man who is going to be embarrased at Summerslam by our newly crowned UWF champion, Chris Jericho. Marseglia will be exposed. Tonight when I beat Vincent, I will take the television title to the next level. I will make sure that when I perform with the title on the line the crowd will get their moneys worth. King Of Horror a man to be the king they have to have the respect of the ones they rule over and Vincent the only man stupid enough to follow him would have to both blind and stupid. So when I beat him tonight, Drew will be my side as we send a message to Mr Carter and the rest of the locker room that me and Drew are not to be messed with. I will be your UWF Television Champion after tonight and Vinny Marseglia will be forgotten about after he is unable to beat Cesaro for his UWF Championshi. So Renee their is your answer, I've got to find Drew now so be on your way. "
Sammy pushes past Renee and walks off grinning
The camera fades in with Cathy Kelley standing outside of EC3's office.
Cathy Kelley: Cathy Kelley here, and I'm outside of UWF's General Manager, Ethan Carter the Third's office. We have received word that Velveteen Dream was called to his office and-
Velveteen Dream comes out of the office only to find Cathy Kelley waiting there. He already knows the schtick of how this goes, he stands there to allow her to interview him with her silly questions, just like all the other interviewers.
Cathy Kelley: Velveteen Dream, we were just talking about your actions last week and wanted to know... Are gonna suffer any repercussions of some sort?
Velveteen Dream grins.
Velveteen Dream: You want answers? Ok. Let the Dream ask a question to you. Do you think the Dream suffered any repercussions for last week?
Cathy Kelley: I... um... I don't kno-
Velveteen Dream cuts off Cathy Kelley and puts his finger on her lips.
Velveteen Dream: Of course not. If the Dream did, the Dream wouldn't be grinning right now. Mr. Carter knew how much of an asset the Dream is here and he let the Dream off with a warning and a $15,000 fine, which the Dream could've gone without with, but it's over and done with, cause tonight the Dream finally gets his vengeance and Adam Cole is long overdue for his ass pounding. Last week the Dream said he was gonna drive Adam Cole's head straight into the ground with a swinging spike DDT, and that's what the Dream plans to do. Now Cathy, the Dream has another question for you. Do you believe the Dream will win against Adam Cole?
Cathy Kelley: I can't say. It can go either way. Both of you are gre-
Velveteen Dream: The Dream will answer for you, cause your current answer to going to give me otitis. Your answer is... Yes. Yes, Dream you are going to win against the rat known as Adam Cole.
Velveteen Dream looks at the camera with a very stern face.
Velveteen Dream: Adam Cole, you thought you could escape the Dream? Hmph. Well the Dream wants to remind you why this all started and why you can't escape this time. This all started well over a month ago. The Dream should've dispatched of you loooong ago and should be Television champion or Intercontinental champion right now, but the Dream isn't. All because you wanted to be an egotistical rat and steal the Dream's first win back, the Dream's thunder, the Dream's glory. Then you caused the Dream to lose the opportunity to be on Pay-Per-View. So now the Dream is going to reclaim all of that tonight. And when the Dream is done with you he's coming for one of those titles and if someone gets in his way... well he'll make them wish they didn't. The Dream hopes for the sake of your future you never cross him again. DREAM OVER!
The Dream leaves to prepare for his match and the camera fades out.
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.
Tony Chimel: Already in the ring at a combined weight of 479 lbs, Jimmy And Jey Uso!
The four men stand in their respective corners waiting for the match to begin.
DING! DING! DING!
Drew Gulak and Jimmy Uso are in the ring opposite corners, Jimmy moves towards the middle of the ring following Drew as he circles around Jimmy trying to find an opening, Drew sees an opening, Drew goes in for the kill he grabs the waste of Jimmy, Drew goes around to the back of Jimmy lifting him up and planting him face first,
Drew moves himself around to the Jimmy's left side as he grabs onto Jimmys right arm and pulls it back as he sticks his knee into the shoulder joint.... Jimmy tries to fight free from Drews hold but as he is escaping Drew pulls the arm back while snapping Jimmys wrist back putting immense pressure on his shoulder and arm...
Drew looks like he is intent to snap Jimmy's arm in three places. Jimmy flips his other arm under his body releasing the pressure of Gulaks hold... Drew quickly locks his legs around Jimmys arm and falls to his back locking in a armbar...
The crowd start to boo Gulak for his non traditional cruiserweight style
Tom Phillips:"The crowd don't seem to like this"
Jey is clapping to try help his brother Jimmy from the hold, Gulak cinches back Jimmys Arm as his partner Low Ki is screaming to be tagged in as he looks as he wants to fight. Gulak cinches back even more as the pain is surging through Jimmys face.
Jimmy flips himself over to his knee, Gulak keeps the armbar locked in as Jimmy raises his left arm with Gulak still holding on with a death grip. Drew lets go as he drops to his knees, Drew realises an opening, Drew shoulder blocks Jimmys right knee, Drew pulls Jimmys right leg from under him forcing him face first into the mat as Gulak has a hold of Jimmy's leg he looks to the crowd for their reaction.
The crowd start to cheer a little for Gulak's impressive technical ability.
Tom Phillips:"Gulak is impressing the corwd with his technical ability, Drew Gulak is very impressive here tonight."
Gulak cinches in a vicious looking ankle lock, Drew looks to Jey as he twist the leg with vicious intent, Drew pulls Jimmy back into the middle of the ring as he attempts to pull himself towards the rope. Jimmy is almost at a breaking point, Drew realises this and twist it what almost seems 360 degrees
Jimmy is in agony calling for his brother, Jey can't watch anymore, Jimmy cant get free of Gulak, Jey quickly goes through the middle rope and clothes lines Drew off his brother, the referee is annoyed and tells Jey to get back into his corner. He oblidges and instantly is calling for the tag to be made.
The crowd are hot for the prospect of the fresh guys getting in on the action.
Jimmy and Gulak are both stirring on the floor, Both guys partners are calling for the hot tag, Jimmy and Gulak both crawl towards their respective corners, Jimmy jumps at Jey for the hot tag it connects, Jey comes in quickly and grabs the leg of Gulak, Jey pulls the leg of Gulak hard making him face plant into the canvas as he tried to make his leap to safety. Jey doesn't seem to be playing around with Gulak he grabs onto both legs of Gulak around his waist as he falls back launching Gulak backwards with a wheel barrow suplex. Jey quickly gets to his feet looking around as Gulak crawls into the corner to sit-up.
Jey looks to the corner, to the crowd than to the otherwise of the ring. He leans back and cups his hands around his mouth he yells to the crowd "UCEEEE"
Crowd chant back "OHHHHHH"
Jey runs to the other turnbuckle, he goes back first into the turnbuckle as he turns to make his way running back towards Gulak, Jey turns around from Gulak as he jumps hitting Gulak between him and the turn buckle. Jey pulls Gulak away from the corner by his legs, Drew hooks both legs...
Tom Phillips: "Usos are on a roll, this could be it"
....1!
....2!
Drew Kicks Out at 2!
Jey drags Jimmy into the middle of the ring, Jey tags in Jimmy, Jimmy climbs the to the top rope. Jimmy leaps into the air and lands hitting Gulak with an Uso Splash. Jimmy is on his knees as Grado and Boar pull Gulak by both his feet, out of dangers way
Corey Graves:"The world warriors saving their ally for tonight, Drew has to be thankful for such a great tag partner"
Jimmy not moving after this devastating kick from Low Ki.
Jimmy runs to the other side of the ring, as Gulak is talking to Grado and Boar, Jimmy leaps over the top rope clearing the top rope. Jimmy lands into the three men on the outside of the ring, Grado and Boar takes the brunt of Jimmys move. All the men are on the ground and slowly get to their feets.
Jimmy rolls into the ring quickly as he begins stalking Gulak as he tries to enter the ring, while Gulak quickly slides into the ring. Gulak is caught out on his hands and knees he sees Low Ki getting to the corner Jimmy notices this. Gulak leaps from his knees and hands, Jimmy grabs onto Drews leg, Jimmy looks happy with himself, Drew kicks Jimmy off him as he leaps and gets the hot tag on Low Ki.
Low Ki quickly gets into the ring as Jimmy gets up and starts making his way towards Low Ki, Low Ki notices this and jumps and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Jimmy, Low Ki swings around his boot toward his back. Low Ki almost clean knocks out Jimmy with the spinning heel kick.
Tom Phillips:"Jimmy not moving after that devastating kick from Low Ki. "
Jey enters the ring through the middle rope, Jey charges full force. Low Ki ducks Jey's attempt of a clothesline, Low Ki kicks his leg backwards as Jimmy turns around, Jimmy face plants into the canvas as he stands on two knees Low Ki turns and hits a step-up enzugiri on him.Low Ki is fired up as he taunts flexing his chest towards the crowd before picking up Jimmy Uso who still has barely moved. Boar/Grado cheer on Low Ki
Jimmy is groggily standing up as Low Ki chop blocks Jimmy, Low Ki chop blocks Jimmy again this time with even more force. The sound of Low Ki's hand meeting Jimmys chest is heard throughout the arena. Jimmy recoils in pain, Low Ki pushes Jimmy into the rope as Jimmy bounces back...
Mauro Ranallo:"Low Ki looks like he is about to win this match."
Tom Phillips:"Low Ki has been on fire, he has come in and put the Uso's on the back burner"
Jimmy bounces back off the ropes, Low Ki runs at Jimmy he sends up his knee hitting Jimmy on the jaw, Jimmy falls back into the ropes keeping himself standing. Low Ki double palms Jimmy in the abdomen, Low Ki chops Jimmy's chest again louder than before. Low Ki irish whips Jimmy to the other side of the ring, Low Ki swings his boot around hitting Jimmy with a a stiff looking spin kick. Jimmy is knocked out cold, the referee checks on Jimmy, as he is doing so Grado and Boar pick up Jey Uso and throw him into the steel steps. Low Ki quickly makes his way up the turnbuckle he looks both ways as he is about to jump Drew tags himself into the match, Low Ki looks angry but he decides to jump anyways, Low Ki hits a double foot stomp onto Jimmy. Gulak quickly covers Jimmy...
....1!
....2!
.....3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here are your winners, Low Ki and Drew Gulak!"
Drew Gulak and Low Ki's eyes meet they give each other a glance before going up each turnbuckle as they both celebrate. Grado and Boar come in to raise Low Ki's hand.
The scene opens up to Seth Rollins standing down a corridor with a large gift wrapped present in hand. He is pacing up and down as if pondering what to say. After a few brief moments, he knocks on a door in the hallway. There is no answer, but he reluctantly decides to enter anyway. Seth enters the room, and it becomes apparent that he in a hospital once again. Seth makes his way all the way into the room and is taken aback at the sight before him.
The room in the hospital that he has entered belongs to Randall, the child with cancer that he granted a wish for a few weeks ago. There is no doctor inside of the room this time. The only others in the room at this time besides Randall and Seth are his parents. The parents are sitting in a rather large chair hugging each other and consoling one another. They both seem to be in another world and don’t even notice that Seth Rollins has entered the room and is in their presence. Randall is seemingly asleep as well.
Seth continues to inch closer. He is about to speak to the parents, when the mother looks up at him with a very confused and sad face. Her expression soon turns into one of anger.
Randall’s Mother: “Oh God, it’s you again. What the hell do you want?”
Seth is taken aback by the tone of her voice. He takes a few moments to let her calm down and to collect himself before speaking.
Seth Rollins: “I came to bring a little gift for Randall. I know I let him down a few weeks ago, but I wanted to correct those wrongs.”
Seth puts the box on a table in the room in between Randall’s lifeless body and the parents. Randall’s mother scoffs at Seth as more tears begin to slide down her face. Randall’s father is completely expressionless and emotionless.
Randall’s Mother: “Right your wrongs? How the hell are you going to do that exactly? Huh?! Answer me that Mr. UWF star! From the minute you lost that stupid match that you promised my son you were going to win, he went into a damn coma! The doctors discovered that he also has cancer in the bone marrow of his ribs! Our son is dying before our eyes and there isn’t a damn thing that we can do about it! The one thing in this world that brought a smile to his face besides us was you. And what exactly did you do Seth?”
Seth’s expression goes to one full of sulk and sadness as he begins to stammer and stutter for an answer. He is immediately cut off.
Randall’s Mother: “That’s right, you make promises that you can’t keep! But this time it’s affected more than just you. Our son has been in a coma since you lost to that damn Vinny freak! He has been deteriorating at a rate much faster than the doctors anticipated. It’s a miracle he’s still alive now. The only reason he’s still alive is because a damn machine and a tube stuck down his throat. The doctors don’t even think that he will be the same again. According to their research, he’ll be brain dead if he even gets out of the coma.”
Seth Rollins: “I’m so sorry to hear that ma’am.”
Randall’s Mother: “I was sorry to hear that too. I’m disgusted that I have to see it! And I don’t even know why you’re here now right now! What do you even want? To give another pointless gift? To make more promises that you can’t even keep?”
Seth Rollins: “I’m sorry I didn’t know that his condition got so worse. I just wanted to check up on him because I know how much meeting me meant to him.”
Randall’s mom scoffs again.
Randall’s Mom: “How much he meant to you, but not how much he means to us. I should have expected this from a professional athlete. You guys are so stuck up and think that the world revolves around you and yourselves! I should have ever let my son meet you. He was doing so much better and was actually improving until you decided to grace us with your presence. WHY DON’T YOU JUST GET THE HELL OUT AND TAKE THAT STUPID BOX WITH YOU?!”
Randall’s mother picks up the gift and launches it at Seth. He ducks at the last moment and it hits the TV that is on the wall behind him, shattering it. Seth shakes his head and leaves the room instantly. Randall’s mom begins to scream and ball her eyes out and she gets comforted by her husband once more. The scene fades to black as Seth exits the room and is shaking his head outside of the room, clearly disappointed with how things went down.
Seth Rollins: Might as well head back to the arena, I guess.
The scene opens as we see a church with an open door. We can see CM Punk shaking hands and greeting people as they go inside of the church. He is handing out programs and wearing something a little more... formal. An old lady takes one of the programs from and reads. After reading, she stares at Punk in a disgruntled manner. The booklets read:
Old Woman: "This is filth! How dare you disrespect someone in this manner in God's house!"
CM Punk: "I'm sorry ma'am but this fuckwit gave us The Marine 3, The Marine 4 and now the Marine 5 is out soon. So in actuality, I am doing god's work. Now I suggest that you enter as the service is about to begin. If you don't get the hell inside, you will also be entering the casket with Mr Mizanin. Do I need to order an extra gravestone?"
Old Woman: Excuse me?!
CM Punk: You heard me. If you don't get inside I will be forced to drive my knee straight through your glass eye.. Dolores? I mean, you kind of look like a Dolores? Your name could be Trevor for all I fucking care. Just get inside before I have to do something I don't want to. Hitting old women isn't my thing but you know, when duty calls!
Punk hits 'Dolores' with a huge grin. She is shook. She enters the church, almost in tears; frightened by Punk's words. The shot then moves inside the church where we are welcomed by a collection of guests mourning around a casket.
Reverend Punk: "Dolores, I'm so glad you made it inside before I had to roundhouse your wig off! Anyway, without further ado.. Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today for an early celebration of
People begin to leave. Punk notices the camera and begins talking into it whilst simultaneously ripping up the programs that he has been handing out to the masses.
Reverend Punk: "You see this, Miz? It's not even your real funeral and people are leaving, this is how bored you make them! This is just an early celebration seeing as I'm going to whoop your ass, come Summerslam. You hear me? I want my opportunity. I DESERVE an oppurtunity! My biggest concern for the future of the UWF is not the fact that Dana White is sticking his nose in something that he needs to stay far away from or even the fact that our world champion thinks he's Jon Bon Jovi. My biggest concern in this company is because Miz is holding the Intercontinental title at the beginning of this new era. With Cesaro defeated and Jericho as UWF champion, we need a true Intercontinental champion. Someone that gets victories due to their own work and not the work of some thugs that go around beating up women. If I was the Miz, I would be concerned with those guys when they were around his wife. Imagine if Kidman or Gunn hurt Maryse?! I think the botox in his face would wear off! But let's be honest, he'd still find a way to forgive them knowing that scumbag. You hear me, Miz? You. Are. Scum. I'm sick of watching you cheat your way through this company. I won't stand for it. You wanna be a wrestler? Then wrestle, don't let some fucking thugs do your work for you. Act your age, not your goddamn shoe size."
Punk removes his reverend clothing to show his t shirt that reads 'Chicago's Finest'. He walks closer to the camera.
CM Punk: "You know what, let's forget Miz for the moment? I'm concerned about everyone on the roster. You've got guys like The Undertaker who hasn't been the same for the past 5 years and his wife looks like a foot for christ's sake. Then we have groups like The World Warriors; the kind of guys that make people wanna stop watching wrestling, the worst kind of guys in the business. Then we've got Sammy Guevara, who looks like he could be a goddamn make a wish kid, someone tell that kid that he needs to bring his ID next show, there's no way he's older than 13.. and don't even get me started on Marseglia.. I should be in the position that he is in. That should be me! I am the rightful King of The Ring but once again, thanks to EC3, it was taken away from me. What do I need to do to prove myself? Grab some red balloons? Start a rock band? Have a fat ass manager walk out with me? You want me to star in Marine 5, will that do it for you?! We've also got guys like Jimmy Jacobs that flounce around in a tutu and a shit ton of makeup.. that's what you want to represent this company? A man that calls himself a princess? Fair enough, I wasn't here when that match was booked but god damn, now he's got that briefcase and he could be our next world champion?! Has the world gone mad?! Now, I want you to listen to me very.. very closely here Ethan. I best be getting a big oppurutnity at Summerslam. If you decide to rob me of this; it will come back and bite you on the ass, kid."
Punk punches the camera and smashes the lens. We barely see him walk out of the church doors through the smashed lens. The scene fades and the cameras move elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the show graphic to a black screen as the PA system starts to play a song, more specifically the beginning part of 'Best of You' by Foo Fighters. This continues for about half a minute, but eventually the song seems to stick. Repeating the phrase "The Best" repeatedly as the rest of the music plays normally.
As the intro continues and the drums kick in, a figure emerges from behind the curtain, none other than The Absolute Best, Daniel Bryan and his manager William Regal. With every repetition of "The Best" Bryan points at himself as he chants along with the song as Regal follows. All the way down the ramp he does this, getting in the face of the fans that boo him, taunting them with his self-proclaimed title. Each step up the stairs corresponds with the words. He stands on top of the turnbuckle, both fingers pointing at himself as he screams along with the song, drawing massive boos from the crowd.
Tom Phillips: “What is Daniel Bryan doing out here with Regal?”
Corey Graves: “Whatever it is Tom, it’s probably important. Don’t forget that is The Absolute Best right there.”
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As the song begins to fade out Daniel Bryan holds the microphone up to his mouth to begin addressing something on his mind. He looks out to the fans booing him after the despicable egotistical nature. He raises the microphone to his mouth as he looks at the people who are sending for his head as he smiles almost as though he is ignoring the people.
Daniel Bryan: “As The Rolling Stones say,’you can’t always get what you want’. And at King of the Ring, that came true for me. Despite everything I was throwing at Marty Scurll and Triple H, I couldn’t get what I wanted: Revenge. Revenge for Hunter handing me a loss at Backlash. Revenge for a man who amounts to nothing getting into my head and causing me to lose step after step in my journey back to the top. That one win over you Hunter, I wanted that so badly. I felt that I was oh so close to it to, only for it to be snatched away as my shoulders stayed on the mat for a measly three seconds. Three seconds was all it took for my desire to be taken from me. And it wasn’t even by Hunter’s hand, so by my count, the score still needs to be settled. So consider this me calling you out Hunter. You and me, one last time at Summerslam. With this brand split, we may very well end up on separate brands, so before that can happen, let’s end this, you and I.”
William Regal: “But you all may be wondering. What about the third man in that match? What about Marty Scurll? What about him indeed? He was the third wheel in a match he had no business being involved in. It’s no wonder he walked away with the victory as I’m sure Hunter was just as focused on ending Daniel Bryan as my client was on ending King Nothing. The only thing that Scurll winning proved was-”
The Villain’s music suddenly hits, cutting off William Regal and the arena shuns down into Marty’s special lighting. The crowd all look towards the entrance as they break into a mixed reaction.
“WOOP WOOP”
As soon as the signature phrase in Marty Scurll’s theme strikes as the Villain and his partner Nigel McGuinness walk out from the curtain with a microphone each in hand as they seperate out on top of the stage. They look down the ramp then Marty taps Nigel on the shoulder to indicate that they should get down to the ring. They get to the ring, Nigel opens the ropes for Marty Scurll and Bryan meets him in the ring. The two go nose to nose before Bryan raises his microphone to speak.
Daniel Bryan: “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming down here and interrupting me after the stunt you pulled at King of the Ring. You’ve got one sentence to try and stop me from beating you down like garbage you are”
Scurll maintains a look of intensity before a smirk spreads across his face as he raises the microphone to speak.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “When opportunity knocks, it’s foolish to not open that door. You understand Daniel? We are both...villains after all.”
With those words, Scurll extends his hand to Daniel, who stares down at it with the same look of hatred in his eyes he’s had since Marty interrupted. Then, the same smirk spreads across Daniel’s face as he accepts the handshake as the crowd doesn’t know how to react to the scene in front of them. Scurll is the first to speak after the handshake is finished.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “It’s funny how people nowadays react to things that are almost everyday problems. Breakups, deaths, it’s all inevitable. But things remain ignored such as what COULD be happening. Dark mysterious tales that people don’t realise, yet they freak out as soon as they do. In case if you weren’t listening to what Daniel Bryan just said, I beat him and Triple H at the King of the Ring. But I’ll let you in on something, Triple H is the only one who lost that match. Something special happened that night that went under the radar and that was when a Villain was revealed. And Villain Enterprises opened their doors.”
The crowd mumble slightly as they don’t know what to make of what Marty has just said about Villain Enterprises. He then puts his hand on Daniel Bryan’s shoulder as he continues to speak.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “To be a villain you must act like one. At King of the Ring, I did exactly that and Daniel Bryan recognises that. He knew it before we walked out there, no prisoners when you’re a villain.”
Daniel Bryan: “Then I became a villain… I let the Villain in. To be even better than the Absolute Best. To make us the Next Best Thing. Walking forward, together, as Villains. The saying goes as Marty has said in the past to me, you either die a hero or you live long enough to become the Villain. At King of the Ring, Marty did just what Villains do. And for us to secure our place as the Absolute Best thing that has ever hit the UWF, we must remove weak links.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “What are you implying Daniel?”
Daniel Bryan: “What I’m implying is that this group needs to be slimmed down a bit and need to cut off the loose ends. Gentlemen, we’re being held back by someone. And I think Regal and I know exactly who it is.”
Bryan lowers his microphone to his side as he and Regal turn towards Nigel McGuinness. They both slowly move towards him as Nigel puts his hands up and begins to back up, eventually hitting the turnbuckle. Effectively cornered, all he can do is plead off microphone with his hands up prepared to defend himself. Bryan stops a few steps short of Nigel and then raises the microphone up to his mouth once more.
Daniel Bryan: “Villain Enterprises doesn’t have enough room for weak links does it Marty? We can’t have people who can’t even wrestle anymore pestering the company…”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “No we can’t Daniel, that is very correct. What’s the use of having two managers walking around as a part of Villain Enterprises. Weak links must be exterminated. Heights will only be dragged down by overcrowdedness.”
Nigel McGuinness: “Please, don’t. Marty, Daniel, stop it!”
William Regal: “Well, it looks like you’re the unfortunate one here Nigel. We can’t be having weak links around here. You couldn’t grab the brass ring, and now it’s time for you to taste some brass for your troubles...”
As Regal says this, he removes brass knuckles from his pocket! He holds them up to the crowd and makes a show of donning them. With his fist at the ready, he takes a step towards Nigel to fire the first volley...but Daniel Bryan stops him.
Daniel Bryan: “Wait, William. Let me have the first crack. Nigel and I have...history...together. It would only be fitting for me to get the first blow. May I?”
He gestures towards the knuckles that Regal is wearing, and with a smile, William Regal removes the knuckles and places them on Bryan’s hand. He gestures towards McGuinness and steps to the side, allowing Daniel the first hit. Daniel Bryan walks over to Nigel McGuinness and starts to shout abuse in his face after Nigel looks completely helpless. Suddenly Daniel Bryan spins around and blasts William Regal down with his own brass knuckles!
Corey Graves: “Did Daniel Bryan just do that!? Did he?”
Tom Phillips: “I think he did Corey! I can’t believe it though...”
Daniel Bryan then looks over to the men standing with a wide grin as Nigel McGuinness starts to laugh with them. Daniel Bryan then throws the brass knuckles down onto William Regal laying down below.
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Daniel Bryan then picks up his new former manager and throws him right into Marty Scurll to get locked up in the devastating Crossface Chicken Wing. William Regal writhes in pain as he rolls about on the mat and shortly after lets him go. Daniel Bryan picks up the microphone to speak his mind.
Daniel Bryan: “Nigel McGuinness was never the weak link William! It was you… you who would drag us down and I won’t have you tarnish our path to glory! We… we are Villain Enterprises. Now as you lay there as uncomfortable as possible I’d like to speak to you. When you brought me in at Wrestlemania I knew that you were just a stepping stone. A stepping stone to prove that I am the Absolute Best that the UWF could ever get. A stepping stone to get back here in the UWF.”
“A question you may have on your mind could be why? Why would I take you out of the equation. I tell you why. I’ve had enough of just scratching the surface of the UWF, and when Mr. Scurll came to me with this idea, I had to take it up. The chance to not be a normal man. A chance to become a Villain. And I don’t think you are capable of that William. So know now that we’re here to stay.”
“LONG. LIVE. THE VILLAIN.”
Daniel Bryan, Marty Scurll and Nigel McGuinness leave the ring as a unit. They drop their microphones leaving the possibly injured William Regal back in the ring as he lays there lifeless. Villain Enterprises leaves through the curtain as the ring crew try to help William Regal out of the ring. UWF goes elsewhere.
Tyler is seen backstage again, looking into the camera as he begins to shout, again surrounded by noise from both the wrestlers themselves talking between each other and the backstage crew members at work.
Tyler Bate: 'Ello! I'm back, and yes, I do indeed have your Twitter questions and yes, this is Live, I'm not Kalisto, I don't fuck up during promos, and I'm not here to do a cool Lucha thing... Anyhow, let's get started! First tweet.
Tyler holds up his phone, looking through his notifications for a question, which he finds within a matter of seconds.
Tyler Bate: Bwahaha! Are you even old enough to be on Twitter?! You sound like a 7-year-old! Ahh, wow... Well, nevertheless, I am 'mean' to everyone because there's a little thing called respect... You still with me? This thing called respect is what I have a lack for, for the majority of the UWF Roster, also if you're referring to Renee then she's just a fucking nuisance. Next one!
Tyler Bate: Fuck you too.
Tyler would smile, nodding to the camera.
Tyler Bate: Next one...
Tyler Bate: Alright, I swear to fuc--... Are you retarded?! She's A fucking + at her worst, who do you main? Fucking Zelda? You mean that bottom tier cuck who has no good players? Meanwhile, Zero Suit Samus has players like Nairo. Samus is best girl, fuck you. Fight me.
Tyler Bate: Ah, a serious question by a competent person! Finally... I'll be honest with you, I d'ain't fuckin' know, I'll just be constantly defending it, I guess, I'm not one of those cunts who only put it on the line at a Pay-Per-View. So, that's a thing, sorry for the bare bones answer, mate.
Tyler would nod as he looked past the camera to the cameraman, listening to his inaudible words.
Tyler Bate: Yeah, yeah, I agree...
Tyler would turn his attention back to the camera.
Tyler Bate: So, I think that's about it, I've got to prepare for my match. Good night, cunts.
The scene opens up with a close-up on Vinny.
Vinny Marseglia: Change is inevitable. When change comes about in life there are two things you can do to determine how that change is going to define you. You can let it trip you up, slow you down, or inconvenience you in some other way, blame it on the change and be defined and remembered as another, “Things were going great until...” story. Or you can adapt to that change. You can keep your feet moving instead of getting tripped up, you can set the pace instead of being slowed down, you can stay focused and stay passionate and instead of being inconvenienced, you’ll instead be defined and remembered as someone that realized their goals no matter what.
I’ve made it no secret in the past that I consider myself as part of the latter, even before I had the accomplishments to point to as proof I believed myself to be one of those people. What was decided upon following the King of the Ring is no different. Anyone else in my position would be furious to have to defend their title that often, they’d take EC3 setting that up and the reasoning behind it as a man drunk with power taking drastic measures to see that someone he doesn’t like doesn’t have gold to hold anymore.
But that’s anyone else, that’s not me. I’m adapting to being thrown that curveball just like I’ve adapted to things in the past and just like I’ll keep adapting to things in the future.
The camera zooms out to get a full shot of Vinny as it’s seen that he’s holding his Television Championship out in front of him.
You want to earn the right to say that you beat Vinny Marseglia, the King of the Ring and number one contender to the UWF Championship? You want to be able to brag that you ended the, “Horror King”’s current winning streak? You want to be the one that can boast about putting the brakes on a historic reign and hold this title above your head and proclaim it as yours? Then come and get it.
But I promise you, it’s not going to be easy. Many have thought it would be, regardless of the stakes, and they were proven wrong. Because my umbrage was more powerful than their arrogance, my passion for the gory was greater than their passion for the glory. And if you think you can be the break in that pattern, I believe that you’re wrong, but I invite you to try.
Vinny lowers his championship.
And if my warnings and reminders aren’t enough to convince you, watch what happens when Sammy Guevara tries to win the Television Championship. Sammy, I know you view yourself as someone with a lot that hasn’t yet been utilized or showcased and that may be true, but whether you tap into some of it or use everything in your reserves, it’s not going to be sufficient. Instead of a phoenix, you’re going to be a flightless bird, a wounded animal that can’t rise from the ashes because of damaged wings, and then you’re going to be buried in it.
And Drew can come ringside to watch, he can even get involved and try to make good on his threats, but there is no insurance policy that covers the damages done by horror, and the height and weight difference between us just means I’ll have to swing higher and harder to break his body. When tonight is over, you won’t be, “Mr. Money’s Worth” or, “Mr. Primetime TV”. You’re going to be another man whose postulating lead to pestilence, the man that could only beat people that weren’t titleholders. Someone that became history instead of making it.
In one motion, Vinny raises the title up and towards himself as he throws it over his shoulder.
And you won’t need a chart to tell you where you went wrong, because it happened the moment you went to that ring. Now, your stock isn’t going to be the only thing that’s going to crash. All of the tools that were going to put the, “Era of Guevara” into motion will be no more. Your insurance policy is going to be a thing of the past. All that will stand and be remembered is the weapon used at the scene of the crime to bring all those things to their end.
Vinny snaps his fingers.
The Redrum.
ADAM COLE BAY BAY
'Close Your Eyes And Count to F*ck' explodes through the speakers announcing the imminent arrival of Adam Cole, and the crowd reacts accordingly. After allowing a couple of seconds to build anticipation Cole strides out from the back, smiling as he absorbs the reaction.
Cole starts to make his way down the ramp, locking eyes with the camera as he does and begins addressing it directly
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 210lbs, Adam Cole!
Cole enters the ring, skips to the middle. He stands head bowed, point one finder towards him and in one single motion;
ADAM COLE BAY BAY!
All of a sudden you hear Velveteen go YOW! and Velveteen's theme starts and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd, and poses. The crowd proceeds to cheer and chant for Velveteen even though he is making it very clear he wants absolutely nothing to do with them.
Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.
Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning he gets down and rolls on the ground
Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.
He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
DING DING DING
Almost as soon as the bell rings, the two rivals lock up, not wanting to waste any time. Cole ends up taking the early advantage, getting Velveteen into a side headlock. Velveteen shoots Adam off the ropes, and Cole drops Dream with a shoulder tackle. They begin doing the traditional sequence, with Dream going for the bridge, Cole hopping over, but this is subverted by Dream popping up and stopping Cole in his run, the two staring down for a second, but the tension is broken when Dream walks up to the face of Cole and slaps him right across the cheek. Cole, enraged, throws a fist the way of Dream, and the two begin brawling.
Mauro Ranallo: “What a slap from the Velveteen Dream! And now the two men are slugging it out!”
Tom Phillips: “There’s absolutely nothing pretty about it, Mauro, but I didn’t expect it to get this ugly this quick.”
Corey Graves: “Why are you surprised? These two hate each other, and this is finally where the two can get their aggression out.”
Their brawling has Dream end up trapping Cole in the corner, beginning to lay in punch after punch to the face before the referee forces a break. But as Velveteen walks back to the corner, Adam Cole slips a thumb to the eye of the Dream, who stumbles back a bit due to the sudden cheap move. Adam takes advantage of this, bursting out of the corner and knocking down Velveteen with a running clothesline. Cole then picks up Velveteen and sends him off the ropes with an irish whip. Velveteen goes for a running clothesline of his own, but it gets ducked by Cole, who hits a big forearm to the back of Velveteen’s head. Cole then locks his arms around the waist of the Dream, and drives him down hard into the mat with a snap german suplex, bridging it for a pinfall which the referee is in near perfect position for.
Mauro Ranallo: “And Adam Cole just dropped Velveteen with the Florida Key, looking to end this match early on with a beautiful bridge to the german suplex!”
...1!
...2!
No!
Velveteen gets out almost as soon as the two is counted by the referee, and Cole doesn’t give him and reprise as he stands up, Velveteen getting to all fours and trying to stand up. Cole races towards the Dream, and takes him right down to the mat with a running knee lift which catches Velveteen directly in the face. The Dream crumples hard on the mat, and Cole goes for another pinfall, hooking the far leg this time.
...1!
...2!
No!
Velveteen kicks out, and while Cole is a little frustrated by this, he doesn’t let it affect him too much as he locks in a sleeper hold on the now sitting Velveteen Dream.
Tom Phillips: “Sleeper Hold applied by Adam Cole, and after all the punishment Dream just took he could be out of it.”
Corey Graves: “If I was Velveteen right now, I’d be trying to drag myself to the ropes as soon as possible, try to force some separation.”
Tom Phillips: “Wow, surprised to hear you not be completely biased to Cole.”
Corey Graves: “Look, I’m not rooting for Velveteen, all I’m saying is, if I were him, that is what I’d be doing to make sure I don’t lose. That doesn’t mean I want Adam Cole to lose.”
The referee is in prime position to check on the Dream as he tries to struggle his way out of the submission, the crowd being a mix of cheers and boos for Velveteen to get out of the hold as he begins to fade. The referee raises his arm, trying to check for consciousness, and lets it fall. It hits the mat, and the referee holds up one finger to the crowd and timekeeper’s area for indication. He raises the arm again, and lets it fall, and as it hits the mat the referee holds up two fingers. He raises the arm one more time, and lets it fall, but Velveteen shows some fighting spirit, keeping the arm from hitting the mat, the crowd giving a big mixed reaction as he begins to stand up, delivering a big body blow, and then another, and another which breaks Cole away from Dream. Cole gets his bearings back, and charges for a clothesline, but Dream ducks and rebounds off the ropes before hitting the Powerline, and then another one! Cole gets up again, and Velveteen lifts him into a fireman’s carry and drives him into the mat with a Death Valley Driver, doing a nice cartwheel with it as well and he looks towards the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: “Velveteen Dream with a beautiful Death Valley Driver, and he could be looking for the Purple RainMaker!”
Corey Graves: “Come on, Cole, get up!”
Tom Phillips: “Where did that unbiased commentary go?”
Corey Graves: “Shut up Phillips!”
Velveteen goes to the top rope, and points to the sky as he dives off…
AND CONNECTS WITH THE PURPLE RAINMAKER! Velveteen rolls off for a second, but is quick to get back on top of Cole for the cover, the referee in position
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE VELVETEEN DREAM!”
Velveteen Dream stands up, his hand raised by the referee as he looks down on Adam Cole.
Mauro Ranallo: “Velveteen Dream has just scored a big victory over Adam Cole here!”
Corey Graves: “Well that’s only because Adam Cole got too cocky, if he was fully focused this wouldn’t have even been a contest!”
Tom Phillips: “Make excuses, Corey, but it doesn’t matter because Velveteen Dream just won!”
Velveteen continues to celebrate in the ring as the cameras go elsewhere
Charlie Caruso
"So Drew tonight Sammy Guevara has a match with the Television Champion, Vinny Marseglia, a man who is seen as violent and takes pleasure in hurting his opponents or some may say victims, how can insure Sammy comes out with the title, even if he can come out of the match without going to intensive care unit at the local medical facility?"
Drew McIntyre | "The Insurance Policy"
"Whats your name again, Dasha?, Dasha you fail to see the obvious flaw with Vinny Marseglia, he can come out with a thousand ways to harm Sammy in ways unimagineable, the thing he does not account for is the punishment, my client, Sammy Guevara can go through. Vinny has no idea because noone has pushed him to his limit and his match with the Intercontinental champion, The Miz on his debut i might add, Sammy came within finger tips of beating the Miz and I ASSURE you if Sammy had the hindsight to change how he prepared for that match he would of beaten the "Most Prestigious Champion in the UWF" quite easily. The Miz is the man who has handed Vinny Marseglia one of his three loses on record in the UWF. The sad truth of tonight, Vinny, is that Sammy doesn't even need me in his corner to beat a man like yourself, a false king. "
Charlie Caruso
"My name is Charlie please respect my name... Drew so tonight you will hand Sammy this win like you have the last two weeks? Screwing The World Warriors and Drew Gulak out of matches with your cheating ways"
Drew McIntyre | "The Insurance Policy"
"Dasha if you fail to respect the way Sammy and I go about Sammy's business, I will not even give the thought of giving you the respect to let your name roll of my tongue, so in future learn to respect Sammy and myself. To claim I handed Sammy his wins when he already had the matches won before the bell even rung. Sammy is a better man than everyone in the UWF who has wrestled a match. I know that for a fact that Sammy would have won with or without my help. Sammy is the future of this federation aka UWF. Sammy will be your UWF champion in no time and on his way to that crowning achievment he comes to the third pillar of UWF, the Television Title which stands among the other two pillars as tall and as sturdy. Sammy will conquer the first pillar in his future hall of fame career for UWF, on his way to become the best this company has to see. Sammy will beat Vinny Marselglia without a doubt in my heart with my assistance or without it."
Drew looks like he wants to speak more but a voice is heard off camera
Sammy Guevara | Mr Moneysworth
"Lets get ready for this match ignore this woman we have more pressing matters to attend to. I need to talk game plan with you so hurry up and let's go."
Drew looks annoyed but is seen walking off camera with presumably Sammy.
Charlie Caruso
"There you have it guys, that was Drew McIntyre. The odds are looking to be quite even with the crazy and relentless of style of Marseglia, meeting with Sammy Guevara and his insurance policy, Drew McIntyre in his corner. This match is going to be a must see match tonight back to you guys at commentary."
The camera cuts backstage to "Ravishing" Rick Rude
Rude: Hogan slamming Andre at the Silverdome, doesn't matter. Bruno holding the title for over a decade, not important. Anytime Flair and Steamboat met in the ring, didn't happen. Snuka jumping off of a cage, doesn't matter either....or at least that's what all these young shits in the UWF want you to believe. All I've heard from any of you twerps is that anything that I've ever done before the UWF doesn't matter or you act like it doesn't exist. Here's a little newsflash for you...if it wasn't for guys like me, you wouldn't have a job doing what you do. So go on, continue being ungrateful little shits...all it does it make you look more and more like spoiled brats.
I don't live in the past, I embrace the past that I've had. I'm grateful for it. I respect those that came before me. I honor those that have came before me. That is the love that I have for this business. I don't spit on the legacy that they helped create. That's the difference between me and Jacobs. That's the difference between me and Marty. It seems you two want to question my love for this business. But apparently, it's me who should be questioning you. I understand, the two of you are a little bit jealous. You're afraid that a legitimate athlete like myself, someone who has already made a name for themselves the world over, you're afraid that I'm going to come in here and take your spot and outshine you. Good. You should be afraid of that.
Rude rips his shirt off just as he is getting heated up.
Rude: I don't normally go for the gold when I speak on camera, but I'm just a little bit fired up this week. If the two of you want to question my love for this business, you can both go fuck yourselves. Whether if that's with Jacobs' tiara or Marty's umbrella, I could give two shits less. You two have no respect for this business, and you have no respect for anyone other than yourselves. I don't know where you paid your dues at, or even if you did...but if you did, you forgot the golden rule. That golden rule is to respect that ring and respect those that have laid the foundations before you. I don't care that you two don't respect me, neither of you are worth the dog shit on the bottom of my tennis shoes in my gym bag. I do care that you disrespected this business. You disrespected this business the minute that you said nothing mattered before the UWF. I got news for both of you, this business was here a long time before the UWF ever opened its doors. I don't care if that hurts your feelings, I don't care if that pisses of the management here, and I don't care if that causes a few fans to change the channel. That's cold, hard facts. If that's too much for you to admit or too much for you to handle, then I truly feel sorry for your snowflake pansy ass.
Neither of you are legends. Neither of you are true veterans of this sport. Sure, you've been here a few months respectively...but that's about all you've got. It's about time someone took you to the learning tree and taught you some respect the hard way. That someone is going to be me. CM Punk questioned my love for this business, and I showed him how much I truly love this business. Now you see the respect that we have for each other. We don't have to like each other, we don't even have to stand each other. But we have a mutual respect and that's more than you two are ever going to have as a tag team. Both of your heads are shoved so far up your own asses that you don't know whether to shit or wind your watches. Hell, I kicked Jacobs' ass three ways from Sunday a few weeks ago and he still doesn't know the meaning of respect. It doesn't matter that he took a cheap win to get out of it, I showed the world exactly what I'm capable of. And if Jacobs is the best that this company has to offer, I showed every person that watched that match that this old bastard still has what it takes to go toe to toe with a young buck like Jacobs. It showed that even if Jacobs is incapable of respecting anyone else, I still gained the respect of every single UWF fan. It doesn't matter who runs the show, it doesn't matter who's name is on the side of the building of headquarters. The fans are the ones that sign the paychecks at the end of the day. And Marty, in case you're curious...that's what you call a shoot, bitch
Rude walks off camera as the action continues elsewhere.
THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the arena soundsytem, the fans respond with a heavily mixed reaction to the man they know is coming. In short order, Triple H emerges from the back in his ring gear, looking absolutely ferocious as he takes a big swig from a bottle of water in his hand and then spits it out in a mist before him, which he walks through on his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing 255 pounds, Triple H!
As Hunter hits the foot of the ramp, he walks directly toward the apron and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up. HHH walks along the apron and scrapes his boots on it before stepping into the ring, heading straight for a corner to work the crowd, many of whom are actually still booing him.
After several seconds of this, Hunter climbs down off the turnbuckles and begins performing some pre-match stretches in his corner while he waits for the match to get underway.
AND HIS OPPONENT...
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.
DING! DING! DING!
From the very second that the bell rings, HHH is on the attack, rushing Bate with a powerful clothesline sending him crashing to the mat. Bate, who is taken by complete surprise, is crawling back to his feet, only to get met with a punch to the head, followed by another and another, until he has backpedaled into a corner. HHH measures Bate and slugs him one more time with a right hand. Tyler is grasping onto the rope while almost leaning out of the corner. Hunter pushed the young adversary back into the corner, winds up, and slaps Bate right across the chest. Bate falls directly down to the mat, and he now sitting down leaning against the corner grasping at his chest which is beet red from the hand of Hunter. HHH walks away to his own corner for a moment as the referee takes a minute to check on Bate who is still down in the corner.
MAURO RANALLO: This may be an extremely quick match tonight.
COREY GRAVES: Tyler Bate was blindsided from the get go! Let's hope he can recover from this.
Hunter makes his way back over to Bate, and grabs him by his legs as Bate is grasping onto the ropes for dead life. HHH smiles at him and picks up Bate by his legs. Bate somehow frees his feet on the way up, and locks them around the neck of Hunter and swings around, connecting with a head scissors that send HHH right outside of the ring and his back colliding with the barricade, buying Tyler some much needed recuperating time. Tyler slowly uses the ropes to get to his feet, still holding his chest which has a very noticeable hand print on it from before. He bides his time and just as Hunter stands up, Bate launches himself over the top rope, landing right on top of Hunter and he goes right back down. Somehow Bate keeps his footing, and leaps back up onto the ring apron where he waits for HHH to get up. When he sees his opening he gets a running start and leaps off of the ring apron into the waiting arms of Hunter, who has him in a bearhug position. Bate tries and tries to wiggle his way out, but Hunter is to powerful and he rams Bate's back right into the ring post.
1...
2...
As the referee begins his count, Hunter picks up Bate and tosses him back into the ring. Bate is grabbing at his back as he rolls towards the center of the ring. Hunter climbs up on to the turnbuckle before turning around to face the crowd. He starts talking smack to some of the fans in the front row, cursing at them as they fire right back. He finally turns around and Bate is at the ready, dropkicking HHH's feet right off of the apron, making him hit face first in the apron. Hunter falls backwards against the barrier right where the people were yelling at him and they are now right in his face as he backs away grabbing his chin in agony. Tyler is in the ring and gets another running start and this time he dives feet first threw the second rope, dropkicking Hunter into the barricade yet again. Tyler quickly rolls HHH back into the ring and makes the first pin fall of the match...
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Hunter still has way to much left in the tank, kicking out with ease. Tyler goes right back on the attack, placing Hunter in a side headlock while he is still on the ground. He uses all of his muscle to wrench Hunter's neck back and forth while doing it to apply extra pressure.
MAURO RANALLO: Well this is quite the change of pace.
COREY GRAVES: It's probably the best route for Bate to take. You can't let a guy like HHH get going because he won't ever stop.
Just as Graves utters those words, HHH starts to stir about. HE starts to flail back and forth trying to escape, and manages to get to one knee. He starts to build up some momentum as he uses his power to regain a vertical base, all the while Bate has him firmly in the headlock still. Hunter takes some steps backwards and uses the ropes as an assistant and sends Bate to the other side of the ring. On the rebound Hunter goes to clothesline him but Bate ducks and spins around leaping onto the back of HHH and locking in a sleeper hold!
COREY GRAVES: This guy is lightning quick, I'm not to sure Hunter was prepared for this.
Bate twists Hunters head back and forth holding on to the pressure, and Hunter is slowly starting to fade as he reaches in the air for the ropes for help but is unsuccessful. In what seems to be a freak accident he falls backwards, and the momentum sends bate into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold and knocking both men to the ground.
MAURO RANALLO: This match has become much more competitive than we had first anticipated!
COREY GRAVES: Absolutely this match is completely up for grabs here.
Tyler is the better of the two stamina wise, and is the first to his feet. He hops up on to the middle turnbuckle and taunts Hunter to get up, to which he does, but is very wobbly. Tyler jumps off the top rope, but Hunter leaps right up as well, and grabs Bate and slams his head right into his knee. Bate his the mat and Hunter scurries over to make the cover...
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Hunter just sits up and is completely stunned at the heart of this kid. He makes his way back to his feet, grabbing Bate by the hair to bring him along as well. Tyler in a last ditch effort uses a burst of energy, kicks Hunter in the gut, and plants him with a Tyler Driver right in the center of the ring! Bate makes a half hearted cover...
1...
2...
3... NO KICKOUT!
Tyler is absolutely besides himself and is getting very frustrated as to what to do next. He pounds his fist into the mat as he stands up, and Hunter is grabbing at Bate's legs to help him to his feet. Bate grabs him and picks him up, and grabs him by the back of the head, slamming it into the nearby turnbuckle. Bate wastes no time lifting Hunter up on to the top turnbuckle, and then proceeds to do the same. Bate tries to put Hunter's head between his legs, thinking a top rope Tyler Driver, but Hunter begins to fight it off, hitting Tyler in the gut multiple times. Hunter stands up on the middle rope as well and delivers a massive right hand to the face of Bate that just staggers him atop the turnbuckle. Hunter slips under the legs of Bate, and then spins Bate around sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Hunter climbs up to the top rope, puts Tyler's head between his legs, grabs the under hooks and BAM! Pedigree from the top rope! Bate is laying lifeless on the mat as HHH turns him over and pins his shoulders to the mat...
1...
2...
3...!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH...HHH!
The cameras go backstage where, of all people, Josh Matthews is waiting with The Miz standing next to him, Intercontinental Championship for once not around his waist or over his shoulder.
Josh: "Hello UWF fans my name is Josh Matthews and beside me at this time is The Most Must-See Champion in UWF History and your current Intercontinental Champion, The Miz. Now, Miz, I got to ask what is next for you after your victory over Roman Reigns at King Of The Ring?"
The Miz looks to Matthews, and takes the microphone from his hand before shoving Matthews away, making sure the camera is focused directly on him as he begins walking away from the set.
Miz: "So, the people want to know what is next for me? My adoring fans want to know what is next in the career of The Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History? Well, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what is next. I mean, Corey Graves said it best last night, after losing in the King Of The Ring Tournament, after losing at Backlash thanks to the 'help' from Billy Gunn...I needed that win. If I had lost to Roman Reigns...no, I can't even begin to fathom myself standing here right now had I lost to Roman Reigns. But right now what matters is that I need someone who is brave enough to battle me for my Intercontinental Championship. I need someone who wants a chance at glory. And I know, my beloved fans, I know that I've spouted on countless times about the people I've beaten. How I've beaten the King Of The Ring and Television Champion Vinny Marseglia, how I've beaten Daniel Bryan, how I've beaten Sammy Guevara, and now how I've beaten Roman Reigns, but let's just take a look at everyone who I haven't beaten."
As Miz is saying this, he has already walked to his locker room door and is standing in front of it now.
Miz: "Let's start at the very beginning of my resurgence in the UWF, with Marty Scurll. As most of you saw last night, he won a triple threat street fight and has gone on to become an entrepreneur in the making with Villain Enterprises. Chris Jericho, I mean goddamn he is the new UWF Champion! And then...there is Matt Hardy, you were so close to becoming another person I beat, but you caught me off guard. I'm man enough to admit I underestimated your Broken Brilliance, and after those strong words you said at King Of The Ring, why I've been itching for a bit of a rematch with you...but not right now. No, right now, I got to be looking for-"
Miz is interrupted by a phone call, his ringtone being, of all things, "Out of Our Heads" by Dropkick Murphys. The song is heard a bit but Miz is quick to pull the phone out, holding the microphone away from him so he doesn't get any of it picked up.
Miz: "Yeah...alright, against who? Really, of all people, and for...oh...alright, thank you for letting me know, boss."
Miz turns back to the camera.
Miz: "My apologies for seeming a bit unprofessional there, but I just got the challenger I've been looking for. Seems that you were right at King Of The Ring with that cliche you spouted...what was it again? Something along the lines of "Everything Happens for a Reason"? Yeah, that sounds about right. To be quite honest, I wasn't paying attention at that point in the show since I was a bit busy celebrating backstage with Gunn and Kidman, but I've been paying attention to you, Kendrick, and to be honest I've been supporting you in the shadows as well. Back in that triple threat where Roman Reigns became number one contender to my Intercontinental Championship? I was hoping you'd win..of course, I wouldn't be saying that out loud, but I was watching that match backstage rather intently hoping that you would win, that we would have faced off last night instead of Roman Reigns. And that's not even because I wanted to beat you decisively and brag about it, no. I wanted to have a real opponent, someone who could provide me with an actual challenge without needing to resort to sneak attacks. I mean, you did beat the man I couldn't beat in Matt Hardy, and you even beat Cesaro! I saw you face off against each person in that ring and my...well, this is going to sound rather creepy, but my heart fluttered a bit at the thought of facing you, of staring in the face of one of the few people on this roster filled with nobodies who I actually would be happy to lose my Intercontinental Championship to...but now that I know I am defending against you...something has changed."
Miz, at this point, enters his locker room and tosses off the retro Miz shirt he had on, throwing it onto a random chair before grabbing a towel off a nearby rack and putting it around his neck. He then sits down and looks a bit more intensely at the camera
Miz: "Now that I have the knowledge that I am facing you tonight, one on one, for MY Intercontinental Championship? I can't lose to you. I'm bouncing from one must-win scenario to another, and you may believe that there always is a larger plan. You may be under this belief that whenever a door closes, another window opens up that leads to a better life but Brian I'm sorry to tell you that it just simply isn't true. I didn't get to where I am right now by letting opportunities pass me by and being complacent with them, no, I scratched and clawed my way through every door. And sure, I hit a few speedbumps along the way, sure I may have had a little bit of help on my path, but the fact of the matter is that I sit here in this custom-built locker room with my beautiful wife Maryse, my miracle of a child Monroe Sky, and my close friends Gunn and Kidman not due to some destiny hero but because I forged my own fate. The so-called ties that bind us to our futures are nothing more than fairytales like the string that wraps around your finger and guides you to your soulmate. The cold reality of it is that destiny doesn't exist, Kendrick, and neither do your chances of dethroning The Most Must-See Intercontinental Champion in UWF History."
Miz stands up following this and hands the camera back to the cameraman, as well as the microphone before ordering him to leave his locker room. After a few seconds, he complies, and the feed ends on the closing doors of Miz's locker room.
Tom Phillips: “Tonight we see Vinny Marseglia put his UWF Television Championship up for grabs against the so called “Mr Money’s Worth” Sammy Guevara. How you feeling about this match Corey?
Corey Graves: “This contest could go either way. I’m not favouring Vinny after what he did to win the King of the Ring to be completely Tom.”
Tom Phillips: “Well I think it could lie with Sammy Guevara to pick up the win tonight, he’s been having some impressing showings as of late and he has done enough for EC3 to grant him a UWF Television Title shot against the winner of the King of the Ring.”
"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
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.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vinny....Marseglia!
Vinny makes his way down the ramp to the ring, the Television Championship around his waist. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny throws his arms upward and outward as he releases the balloons.
Following this, Vinny begins to remove his entrance gear as the referee hands the items off to a ringside official as Vinny gets ready for the match ahead.
The referee takes the UWF Title off Vinny Marseglia as the music begins to fade. The referee shows the competitor the title as he puts his hand on it and then holds it up to allow the crowd to see it in glory. The referee hands it to the outside and then calls for the bell.
VS 
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The match starts as the crowd starts to chant for Vinny Marseglia and a minority of them begins to chant for Sammy Guevara. Guevara looks around at the lack of fans in comparison and then switches his focus back to the action in the ring. He runs straight at Marseglia just to be met with a huge boot sending him all the way back to the corner. The crowd erupts in cheers this early in the match as Guevara looks in complete shock. Marseglia gives a cold look across the ring at this as if it is pathetic and then gestures for him to get up.
Guevara gets up using the ropes then locks up tightly with Marseglia but doesn’t get the upper hand as Marseglia finds a headlock and he wrenches down on it. He looks out and laughs at the ease of this mechanically. Suddenly Guevara sweeps Marseglia's legs and frees himself as he crashes down hard to the mat. Marseglia clutches his face at this assault but as soon as Guevara jumps up for a huge stomp to the back Marseglia rolls out the way and then out of the ring.
Guevara left in the ring taunts the crowd and Marseglia enough to make him get up onto the apron just to be met by a devastating dropkick echoing through Marseglia's head. Guevara sees the opportunity to go for a dive and runs the ropes but as soon as he goes to dive through the middle rope he’s met by a huge forearm by Vinny Marseglia.
Tom Phillips: “Ow, that must’ve hurt.”
Corey Graves: “I’m sure that it did Tom but I’m more than positive Sammy Guevara can come back from this.”
As Guevara tumbles down to the ground Marseglia gets back into the ring with angry intentions. He drags Guevara up harshly by his head just to throw him into the ropes to slam him down with a huge hip toss. He then drags him up straight afterwards to line him up for a bodyslam. He then suddenly changes his approach and begins to stomp on Guevara’s head.
Over and over and over and over and over and over. The referee tries to pull him away from Guevara but Marseglia ends up walking away. The referee checks up on Sammy Guevara and Sammy says that he still wants to go on.
Corey Graves: “Vicious behaviour from Vinny Marseglia, he’s a psychopath! Disqualify him Ref!”
Tom Phillips: “That is just reckless. He could have injured Guevara right there.”
As Marseglia pulls the referee out of the way to continue the assault on Sammy Guevara but Sammy tries to get himself up by himself. Vinny then boots Sammy sending him into a turnbuckle and the referee begins to pull him back off once again. Guevara eventually gets back up to his feet and leans in his corner seemingly confused and out of it. Vinny goes over to the corner to capitalise but is met by a devastating kick to the gut sending Marseglia back down to the mat as Guevara stands up fully and stomps down onto Marseglia’s head.
Guevara then begins to taunt Marseglia and begins to shout at him, “fooled ya’ bitch!” Marseglia looks up at Guevara with pure disdain and then gets covered up for the quick cover.
On-
The referee couldn’t even get to 1! Vinny isn’t having any of it!
As soon as Guevara eases his weight Marseglia instantly rolls out of the ring and raises up the apron to look underneath. Oh my god! Is that what I think it is? Vinny Marseglia has brought an axe to this battle!
Corey Graves: “Get it off him Ref! He’ll probably end up using it! We’ll get sued!”
Tom Phillips: “You’re right Corey, that means my paycheck might dip! Get it off him Ref!”
Vinny Marseglia rolls back in the ring with cruel intentions to meet a concerned referee. The referee yells at him and requests that Marseglia would hand over the axe as Guevara tries to get him to compromise. Marseglia pushes the referee out of the way as he runs at Guevara with the axe!
Guevara just misses by the skin of his teeth and matrix dodges it, sending Marseglia running into the ropes as his axe falls over the top rope. While startled Marseglia gets rolled up in a schoolboy by Guevara as the referee gets back into the action and takes the cover.
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2…
Th-
Marseglia barely kicked out from the rollup but rolls straight through.
Guevara receives a slap straight to the cheek of him by Marseglia as they both sit on their knees and exchange slaps over and over until they meet face to face standing after the brutal slaps to the face. Suddenly Marseglia pops up with a high knee colliding with Guevara’s jaw making him fall back onto the ropes and retort with a superkick. Marseglia falls down and Guevara rolls out of the ring.
Guevara lifts up the apron to see what’s underneath the ring and reaches under with both hands and pulls out a red balloon. He slides back into the ring as the fans react wildly to this action of bringing out one of Marseglia’s balloons. He charges up Marseglia as he waits for him to get himself up from the ropes.
Corey Graves: “He’s going to hit him with a balloon, Tom. Does he think that’ll keep him down?”
Guevara hits Marseglia on the top of his head as he just looks back at him in his own crazy classical style. Guevara then suddenly looks around, not knowing what to do after that plan completely flopped. Marseglia lungles in and hits him with a stiff lariat knocking him inside out.
Corey Graves: “Someone call Sami Callihan! It’s getting stiff up in here! I mean, that darn psychopath Vinny Marseglia…”
Marseglia then heads up to the top rope but Guevara kips himself up to his feet and does his signature rising stance. Marseglia shrugs his shoulders and then dives off the top connecting with a devastating crossbody. Marseglia hooks the legs on Guevara looking to gain from that momentum gained.
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2…
Guevara kicks out comfortably at 2 to the Crossbody.
Marseglia simply reacts by lifting Guevara’s head up off the mat and smacking it back down 3 times for kicking out. He then stands and looks down upon him, waiting for him to get up. He puts his hand under his chin and then tells him something inaudible and then sweeps his legs out from beneath him with a smooth basement dropkick.
Marseglia begins to stomp on Guevara’s head one more, time after time after time after time after time. The referee checks up on him once more and then Marseglia pulls him off to hook him in a grounded sleeper hold on Sammy Guevara. The referee asks him but Guevara grabs the ropes as he is rather near.
Marseglia allows the break and backs off to an opposite corner and then waits for Sammy Guevara to get back up. He eventually climbs back up to his feet using the ropes and looks up for where Marseglia is as he doesn’t know where he is after that many stomps to the head. Marseglia looks over to him as he taunts him as he is completely fine while Guevara just looks lost.
Marseglia goes up to him and hits a fairly average forearm that seems to wake Guevara up and he spins around to hit him with a devastating headbutt. He goes for the cover after that brutal move.
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Tw-
Marseglia kicks out just before the referee hits the mat for 2.
Guevara looks what he can do next and stands up. He looks down on Vinny Marseglia and begins to stomp on his head just like Marseglia had done earlier in the match. He only does it twice before realising what could actually put him away.
He drags his seemingly lifeless body into the dropzone for possibly a high risk maneuver. He climbs to the top rope and dives down for a 630 Senton on Vinny Marseglia. He taunts the crowd by saying “This is what you paid for!”. He jumps up and soars in the air.
Corey Graves: “A new champi-”
Just before Corey Graves could finish his prediction Vinny Marseglia swings his knees right up as Sammy Guevara connects severely damaging his back, Marseglia gets straight up to his feet, lines him up. Scales to the top rope, dives and hits the Redrum. Vinny hooks the legs as he looks to retain his strap.
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3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, and STILL the UWF Television Champion, Vinny Marseglia!”
The referee gets the UWF Television Championship from ringside and then hands it over to the retaining champion. Vinny Marseglia sits there with his championship in his hand as he looks down upon it. He then stands up holding it by his side then raises it with one arm and the other arm slowly raises as he laughs mechanically.
Tom Phillips: “Wow, what a match. And still, your UWF Television Champion is Vinny Marseglia.”
Corey Graves: “I’m not happy about that one.”
Vinny Marseglia climbs through the ropes and holds his UWF Television Championship tightly to his chest as Sammy Guevara is left in the ring for ring crew to help him out to the back. The camera heads elsewhere for more UWF action.
The camera is taken to a darkened room where The Brian Kendrick stands, back facing the camera. Before turning he begins to speak.
The Brian Kendrick
"The Future depends on what we do in the Present" - Mahatma Gandhi. It is often said that we can not control the future. That we can not predict the future. But I don't believe in that. "The Future depends on what we do in the Present". Tonight is the present. I will control my future. What I do tonight will effect my future because tonight, I will beat The Miz, and I will become the NEW intercontinental champion. And as a special treat for all of you, I have a sneak preview. A look into the future.
Kendrick turns around, revealing the UWF Intercontinental championship over his shoulder.
This is the future! So take a nice long look at it. This is what everything in my career has been leading towards. This piece of gold. This trophy. This is my crown. This is validation for every drop of my blood that hit the canvas. For every drop of sweat that soaked the ring. This is for every late night, every long drive, every hand shake and a hot dog payday. This is validation for 20 years of breaking my body for this industry. This is my fate.
We can change the Future, but we can not change the course of Fate. And tonight, it doesn't matter if no one in the back believes in me, if no one in the crowd believes in me, or The Miz doesn't believe me. Fate believes in me. Fate is on my side. No one can stop Her. And no one can stop me from becoming the new intercontinental champion. This is for all your non-believers out there. Once again I will show you that Fate is on my side.
Kendrick gently places the championship on the floor, and produces a coin from his pocket.
Heads... I win and become the New Champion. But tails... and I lose.
Kendrick flips the coin into the air and exits the room. The coin lands right on the intercontinental championship with a ding. The camera zooms in to reveal the result.
The scene opens up to a random place in the back of the UWF backstage area. There are a few nameless backstage people in a frenzy. Two people are running around gasping and another person is screaming.
Random person: What the hell happened here?
Second person: I don’t know, I just saw him unconscious out here and it looked like he wasn’t breathing. I called 911 and immediately began CPR on him just in case.
First person: Do you think it was a drug overdose?
Second person: No, I think someone viciously assaulted him. But what do I know?
First person: I hope he will be ok…
The camera then shows who they were talking about being wheeled off on a stretcher…
We cut to the backstage area, lights shining bright and two faces shining just as brightly as the camera's are. The crowd begin to murmur and boo as the faces become clear, they are none other then the Aussie pairing of Zack Ryder & Emma.
THE THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER
EMMA
G'day Shiela's, Blokes & Bald Headed Babies, how the Tasmanian Devil are you?
Emma pauses, allowing the crowd to give a mixed reaction as she just smiles into the camera.
Once again, Zack and I have been given the night off, it seems the UWF doesn't exactly know what to do with the two Bunnings Sangas of Superstars they have sitting here in front of you. For everyone that needs an American translation for what I mean by Bunnings Sangas, they are the best thing you will ever taste at every Australian Hardware Store called Bunnings back home. They are hidden gems but you see, Zack and I aren't "Hidden Gems". No we keep putting ourselves out there and we keep plodding along. We are patient people, we have no problem with people taking the spotlight because we both know that once that spotlight is on us, ain't no one going to kick us out of it so we will keep biding our time, we will keep making Zack stronger and I would like to say keep me stronger but what do I need to be strong for? Us women had our chance but I showed how superior I am by destroying Velvet Sky and getting rid of her.
Emma laughs at this, reminiscing of how she got rid of Velvet, her not being heard from since that match.
But, something at King of the Ring caught our attention, we were celebrating beating and getting rid of the Dudley scum when we found out that UWF would be getting a 2nd brand. Does that play into our hands, you are fair dinkum right it does. Revolution is just a little over packed at the moment and returning stars like Zack aren't getting the opportunities they deserve. You see on Revolution, the opportunities are being handed out to people that don't deserve them. Like I said before, this isn't a complaint on our behalf as we had no problem in waiting but this new brand, this cuts those people in front of us in half. We don't have to share a lockeroom with all those other furry wombats anymore because whichever brand we end up on, surely will be able to afford Zack and I our own lockeroom, I do need a place to get changed after all and I have seen some of the guys back here. Their eyes go wandering further then their feet ever could.
Zack sniggers, turning his attention to Emma and doing some looking over himself. Emma just keeps looking forward as she continues.
Now we don't care what brand we are on but if you gave us a preference, we would choose the new brand but it's not for the reason you may think. We don't prefer anyone to be our General Manager, we don't prefer any Roster names, we don't prefer any ring rope colors, we don't prefer any commentators or backstage interviewers, we are completely 50/50 split on everything. The reason we prefer to be on the new brand is quite a simple one actually. It's real simple if you think about it. Think real long and hard about it whilst I give you the reason and see if you can come to the conclusion before I reveal it. Ready? Ok, let's go. Ever since Zack and I made our return to UWF, we have had one subject that was constant in our promos and when we addressed certain people, even before you guys knew Zack was coming back, 1 thing was always around and that was the name Spike Dudley. We tricked you all into thinking he was coming back, Bubba Ray Dudley picked an issue with this and we got into a war of words over the Little Runt but we truly respect him. His done alot in the UWF world but his time was done. Revolution was new and improved and needed new and improved wrestlers. Now I bet you are sick of us talking about him so how about this, we will make you a deal, take this bet to the TAB if you like because it's a sure thing. We promise this will be the last time we speak about him. Cross our hearts and hope to die, I swear on Skippy's the Bush Kangaroos life but Spike Dudley meant something to this business and we took it away from you all. So, what we would like to do is bring back something Spike Dudley would be proud of. Something that he would watch and smile from ear to ear. Something that Zack will just go and get right now.
Zack walks out of shot, Emma watching him off screen as she smiles and smiles. She nods her head at Zack as she starts to giggle like a little school girl. Zack's footsteps can be heard from behind the camera as he comes back into shot. He slowly lifts up something from the ground into shot, slowly becoming more and more in focus.........IT'S THE HARDCORE TITLE. Emma looks at the title, slapping it before she begins to speak again.
That's right, our preference is the new brand because although we know that the titles haven't been decided yet, I think it's only fair that the last title Spike Dudley ever held in the UWF should make a comeback so we can remember him and since, well you know what happened to this very title don't you? This very title was Unified with the Television Title in Spike's last match here, the Television Title was kept around where as this Hardcore remained in the hands of the man that Unified it, my very own ZACK RYDER, Ladies and Gentleman. So whoever may be watching, whoever may decide who gets what in regards to brands, how about you do the right thing and you give me Zack the Hardcore Championship he deserves and we will go about making it a title of prestige whilst we spread the word of AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI.
Emma yells the traditional Australian sporting chant as her and Zack look down the camera shot. The camera stays on the pair, slowly fading away as the last shot we have is Zack holding the Hardcore Title over his shoulder as he smiles, putting his hand around Emma as she looks smug.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Tony Chimel: Introducing first...
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: I'm normally a creature of habit...but tonight, I feel like switching things up a bit...so with that being said, what I'd like to have right now...Is for that scuzzy, nappy haired, makeup wearing, sleazy, metrosexual Michigan fruitcake Jimmy Jacobs.....
and that umbrella toting, limey, weasel-faced, Nigel puffing, British bum...
To both keep their mouths shut and pay attention while I take off my robe and show them both what a REAL professional wrestler and a REAL man looks like.
Hit my music!
Tony Chimel: And introducing his partner...
[ALL ABOARD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Here comes the future hall of famer; CM PUNK!
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 split down the middle. "CM Punk! CM Punk!" whilst the other half chant "CM Sucks! CM Sucks!"
Punk looks around at the crowd and waits for the match to begin..
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, introducing first...
"Walking, there were thousands of us, nothing like I've seen before;
With the ice beneath us, our feet where frozen and our clothes where torn"
" ~ But it will be a cold day in hell before I fall ~ "
The crowd seems bitter and begin to boo as the hit track of Rob Zombie hits the PA system. The superstar in question to walk out through the curtain is the newly crowned "Mr. Money In The Bank", Jimmy Jacobs, with his prize held by his side.
He stops atop the stage, and the confidence is clear on his face. A look of defiance and smugness can be seen as well as if this moment was pre-determined. The kicking theme of his gets his foot tapping before he heads down. With such confidence, he sways himself down the entrance ramp and to the hard cam side of the ring. He hops atop the apron, putting the briefcase's handled in between his teeth, looking out to the sea of hateful people.
Tony Chimel: "From Dearborn, Michigan, weighing in at 179 Pounds, he is the owner of the Money In The Bank briefcase, "The Zombie Princess", Jimmy Jacobs!"
He grabs the briefcase and climbs up atop the turnbuckle post, lifting his prize high above his head to a tremendous wave of heat. He hops down from the post, kisses his briefcase, hands it to a ring assistant, and removes his jacket. The assistant places the briefcase next to the ring keepers area, and Jacobs shakes his wrists in anticipation.
Tony Chimel: And his partner...
The familiar music of the Villain plays through the stereo. The music of the owner of the infamous Villain Enterprises. The melodic piano notes in usual villainous tone playing with confidence.
Suddenly the crowd rise as they realise who’s about to arrive. The only person on this show worth seeing. The real reason they bought their tickets. The Villain.
“WOOP WOOP”
As the iconic phrase plays out the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll, walks through the curtain with umbrella in hand. To put on a performance of a lifetime that gets beaten every time he steps through that very curtain.
The Villain steps back as he lures out his manager, the one and only Nigel McGuinness. Together Villain Enterprises stand on the stage. They wait for a second then begin their trek down the ramp to arrive at the ring.
Tony Chimel: "Making his way to the ring, from Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183lbs, he is "the Villain", Marty Scurll!"
They arrive into the ring where Nigel McGuinness climbs up into the ring and opens the ropes for his business partner, Marty Scurll.
Marty quickly climbs through the ropes, umbrella first and runs to the opposite side with umbrella high and spirits even higher.
His business partner poses behind him to make a collaboration of the two poses in dual harmony. Just how their partnership remains as they settle and get ready for Marty’s match.
THE BEST! THE BEST! THE BEST! THE BEST!
Suddenly Daniel Bryan's music hits, and he starts he usual cocky THE BEST! walk to join his Villain Enterprises partners ringside to a massive amount of boos, he finally reaches Punk and Scurll's corner where he shakes Nigel's hand and thumbs up Scurll
All the contestants have made their entrance and now the teams struggle to decide who would start the match and after a minute or so, Rick Rude and Jimmy Jacobs remain in the ring and the match starts.
DING DING DING!!!!
The bell rings and Rick Rude and Jimmy Jacobs both walk into the center of the ring and stand face to face, well more like face to neck or face to chest, you get my point, but Jimmy doesn't back down and instead gives Rude his shit-eating grin which Rude doesn't really like, he pushes Jacobs almost to the other side of the ring and charges him with a closeline but Jacobs is able to evade just in time to grab Rude's neck and set him up for the Rude Awakening! Jacobs takes his time and does the whole swiveling hips dance, he looks sexy as hell, but that gives Rude enough time to release himself, turn around and launch Jacobs with a suplex!
Jacobs clutches his back in pain and even crawls around the ring for a bit but Rude isn't finished with him, he stomps on Jacob's back, holding him in place and he proceeds to drop an elbow on his neck he then turns Jacobs around and drops yet another elbow this time right on his nose! he goes for the pin.
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NO!
Jacobs kicks out!
Rude isn't really surprised and instead of arguing with the ref he picks up the Zombie Princess and drops him onto his knee with a backbreaker! instead of letting go Rude just switches his grip from the back to the shoulder and leg and starts walking Jacobs around in a sidewalk slam position, Rude walks to his corner and tags CM Punk and then walks back to the center of the ring and finally drops Jacobs meanwhile CM Punk climbed to the top rope and after Rude drops Jimmy he leaps into the air with a diving elbow drop, but no!! Jacobs rolls away in the final second! he is able to crawl into his corner where he tags Scurll in, Scurll comes in with big energy, immediately going after Punk with closelines which Punk keeps getting up from, one, two, three, Scurll decides he had enough and pretends to superkick Punk but instead he kicks him in the shin, Scurll then charges Rude, knocking him out of the apron and after that he turns around and waits for Punk to get up and when he finally does Scurll runs at him and dropkicks his knee, dropping him to one knee, Scurll takes advantage of the situation as he grabs Punk's fingers and snaps them!
Mauro Ranallo: AWWW!! I will never get used to that sound!
Corey Graves: Man up Mauro, he just snapped his fingers no biggie.
Scurll wastes no time and knees Punk straight in the face, knocking him down, he then proceeds to relentlessly stomp on Punk's head but after a few stomps the ref pushes Scurll off of Punk to see if he's ok, Scurll backs into his corner and in a clear show of arrogance, he begins to mock CM Punk's signature taunt and he doesn't notice Jacobs who was playing possum tagged himself in! the ref tells Marty to get out of the ring but Nigel, Daniel, and Marty all argue with him while Jacobs starts unloading punches on a recovering CM Punk.
Corey Graves: That's outrages, Scurll didn't tag himself out!
Tom Phillips: Yeah but Jacobs tagged himself in...
Mauro Ranallo: Those are the rules, Corey.
Corey Graves: Well the rules suck then!
After the ref finally was able to get Marty out of the ring he turns around and sees Jacobs gouging CM Punk's eyes! he tells him to back off but Jacobs doesn't release it, the ref starts to count for a DQ
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4
Jacobs lets go of Punk's eyes in the last possible second and you can see he's enjoying himself, Jacobs starts taunting the crowd turning his back on Punk in the process which turns out to be a mistake as the second Jacobs turns back to Punk he gets meet with a sole kick to the gut followed by another, followed by a slap, two slaps, followed by a backfist and finally finished with a roundhouse kick! Jacobs falls down and rolls out of the ring so Punk won't be able to pin him but Punk isn't finished with him yet, he runs and rebounds off of the other side of the ring and jumps at Jacobs with a suicide dive! almost a second after he jumped at Jacobs he throws him back into the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Good idea by Punk, stay as much as you can inside the ring, you don't know what Daniel Bryan and Nigel Mcguinness can do.
Jacobs is thrown into the ring facing the ceiling but Punk stays on the apron but not for long, he springboards into the ring with a slingshot somersault senton! Jacobs begins coughing badly but Punk doesn't care, he picks Jacobs up, grabs his arm, goes behind him and beneath the other arm and goes for the Pepsi Twist but no! Jacobs lowers his head in the last second! and when Punk tries to use Jacobs' trapped arm Jacobs is able to answer with a short-arm lariat of his own!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Jacobs with finally some time to breathe!
Corey Graves: If he needs time to breathe he's not a real wrestler, back when I used to wrestle I would go nonstop and look how that worked out for me!
After some time that Jacobs used to gain his breath, he picks up Punk and plants him face first into the mat with a DDT, Jacobs looks bored, he pins Punk.
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NO!
Punk kicks out!
Jacobs isn't impressed and drags CM Punk near the ropes where he grips the top one and starts stomping on Punk's ribs, finally ending the assault with an elbow drop, Jacobs then takes a look at Punk and then at Rude and he gives that shit-eating grin yet again to Rude who is visibly furious now and yells at Punk to make the tag and after seeing Jacobs doesn't object he does, the second Rude is tagged in he goes to closeline Jacobs but he evades, yet again, this time tho Rude knew he was gonna do that so he turns around immediately and delivers a STIFF lariat to the back of Jacobs' head, Rude smiles and laughs at the body of Jimmy Jacobs as he tries to get us using Rude's tights, even then, shit-eating grin on his face, Rude's smile turns to anger as he puts Jacobs' head in between his legs and plants him with the spike piledriver!!
Mauro Ranallo: RICK RUDE JUST PILEDRIVERED THE BONES OUT OF JACOB'S NECK!!
Corey Graves: I think you're overreacting just a little bit, just a tiny bit.
Rude goes for the pin, not hooking any legs but instead just putting his body over Jacobs'
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thr...
NO!
Jacobs kicks out!!
Rude is angry as heck like someone just ate the special sandwich he left at the fridge with his name on it, he starts arguing with the ref which gives Jacobs just enough time to slowly crawl to his corner to make a tag, but no! Rude catches his leg just before he could tag Scurll in and he begins to talk trash to Jacobs, the latter is too short to get to and attack Rude, so instead he uses his free leg to enzuigiri Rude who from the impact lost his grip and Jimmy is finally able to tag Marty in! Marty gets in and starts uppercutting Rude in his perfect chin, one time, two times, three times, on the fourth time Rude is able to catch the uppercut in time and respond with a devasting elbow smash to the face! Marty stumbles back a bit but immediately comes back with a dropkick to the leg, dropping Rude to one knee and there Scurll superkicks him but Rude won't go down so Marty superkick once, twice, and on the third time Rude finally drops and Marty covers him.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my god, did you see how tough Rick Rude is? it took three superkicks to bring him down, THREE!!
Tom Phillips: He scares me.
Corey Graves: I'll give him that, he's super tough.
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2.....
NO!
Punk breaks the count!
Punk attacks Marty from the back with kicks, double axe handles, and forearms but he's stopped by Jimmy Jacobs who comes in and big boots the self-proclaimed Future Hall of Famer but he gets thrown out to the outside by the Ravishing One which after dealing with the Zombie Princess goes on and picks up the Villain in a military press position but the Villain is able to poke Rude in the eye without the ref seeing which makes him loosen his grip and that gets Marty the opportunity to drop down to the behind of Rude and lock in the Crossface Chicken wing! While that's going on, Bryan is on the outside, yelling at Jacobs to go and take out Punk. Jacobs tells him to fuck off and that he knows what he's doing. He goes to get on the apron but Bryan grabs him by the arm and turns him around and yells in his face. Scurll is watching the two argue until Punk comes from behind and kicks him on the side of the head! Rude quickly gets back to life and throws Scurll to the center of the ring where he picks him up and drops him with the Rude Awakening, he covers Marty and this time hooking one leg while doing so.
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Bryan sees what's going on and yells at Jacobs some more but Punk springs from the apron with a closeline to knock them both down!
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS... RICK RUDE AND CM PUNK!!
Punk comes back into the ring where he and Rude get their arms raised. Jacobs gets up and stares at Bryan. The two mean mug each other until Jacobs shakes his head and leaves through the crowd. Bryan gets up and checks on Scurll as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The feed takes us to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo and Tom Phillips are standing (or, much to the delight of a certain Guardians of the Galaxy actor, sitting) by.
Mauro Ranallo: Well earlier this week the team over at Cultaholic sat down with incoming General Manager Drake Maverick to discuss the biggest news of the night at King of the Ring.
Tom Phillips: Aside from the King of the Ring tournament's conclusion, obviously.
Corey Graves: Jeez, Ranallo, looking to get that brand warfare started already? Roll the footage.
The feed carries us to a Cultaholic news update.
JACK THE JOBBER
Hello everyone, I'm Jack the Jobber and today I've got a special Cultaholic exclusive: an interview with new UWF General Manager Drake Maverick. Now, for those of you who were unaware, the UWF is once again expanding and Drake was named the new General Manager of the still-to-be-named second brand. He joins us live via video chat. Welcome, Mr. Maverick.
The frame now shows Drake at ease in the comfort of his home. He smiles and waves for the camera.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Hello. Afternoon. Thank you! I appreciate the opportunity to be here today.
Back to Jack.
Well, Drake, I've got to ask: how are you feeling about the big news? When did you become aware you'd be taking on the big responsibility of helming the second brand?
The feed splits now, showing Jack in a frame on the left and Drake in a frame on the right. Maverick nods as he listens to Jack's question, and then responds.
I'm feeling good. To be honest, the second brand has been a long time coming. Ethan has been taking me under his wing for a while now and allowing me to handle more and more administrative tasks on Revolution, and honestly the roster has grown to a point where it's really just not manageable with a single show. There's too many solid performers and not enough time per episode to give every talent in the company a chance at the spotlight. From top to bottom, and Ethan agrees with me, the UWF roster is world-class, and a second show will give us a huge opportunity to showcase more of that world-class talent, promote greater competition through the introduction of new championships, and develop more talents into the future generation of wrestling icons.
Jack seems particularly interested in one part of Drake's response and he follows up.
Speaking of new championships, earlier this week on UWF.com it was announced that you were reviving the International Championship as the new world title for the second brand. What informed that decision?
Maverick grins as he responds.
No offence to the UWF Championship and its recent pedigree, but I have always thought the International Championship had the greater prestige and I was disappointed when it was retired after Ethan bought the company. ECIII and I don't disagree on a lot of things, but that was one of them. The International Championship has been held by some of the best names in the business: Rey Mysterio set a record for longest world-title reign with that championship, Kevin Steen eclipsed that record with one of his own, and other legends such as Eddie Guerrero and even Revolution commentator Corey Graves have held it, as well. When you look down the list of former International Champions, there isn't a name on it that is less than stellar, and I'm looking forward to carrying forward that tradition on the new brand.
The frame now cuts away to just Jack the Jobber as he reacts with a nod, then asks his next question.
One thing a lot of people are wondering with the new brand is who will be moving over to it. Can you give our audience any hints?
Back to Drake, who chuckles at the audacity of the question.
As we said at King of the Ring, the details will be announced gradually. Some are still being sorted, some contracts are still being renegotiated and in due time we will be in a position to reveal everything. What I can say is that we have signed Mauro Ranallo to join the new brand on the commentary desk and he will partner with Matt Striker in a pairing some have said has never been seen before in the business. That's certainly true, but I feel like it's a smart pairing, and I'm looking forward to seeing what the two can do together. Knowing both men somewhat well, I am full of confidence in their abilities.
And now it comes back to Jack.
Well, Drake, that's all the time we have, but thank you for joining us.
The feed comes back to the commentary table.
Tom Phillips: Well, those were certainly some big words coming from the new GM, particularly about the UWF Championship...
Corey Graves: Yeah, shut up, Tom. Did you hear what he said about me?
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia. Let's get back to the action.
The feed moves along.
The action so far in Revolution has been amazing but now we're taking a break as we're taken to a press conference organized by Dana White
Dana White: Alright bitches you're here for one thing and one thing only, asking the new heavyweight champion of the world questions, I'm just here to organize ya'll so if someone does something stupid or against the rules I'm gonna fuck him up and if you do something that upsets Suzuki.. well just don't, so without further ado, THE NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, MINORU SUZUKI!!
It takes a few minutes for Suzuki to come out, he walks slowly and the minute he comes out of the backstage he's barraged with flashes from photographers trying to get a good photo of the champ, Minoru doesn't seem to care tho as he simply sits on the first chair he sees, throws the title on the table and sits back, putting his feet on the belt
Dana White goes to back and leaves Suzuki alone
Just to make it clear, I want you all to know, I don't give a shit about any of you and I'm only doing this because I wanted to see how pathetic were the people trying to get a good photo of me and I got my answer, the second I walked out here, hell, the second Dona here said my name I'm sure all of you already held your cameras, your cellphones or whatever you're using to get a picture of me, up high, just trying to get a glimpse of the famous Minoru Suzuki, maybe he'll get people to look in my website! that's pathetic, I almost pity you, BUT I am here so I'm willing to answer some of your questions.
Reporter No.1: Yes Mr.Suzuki, Sports illustrated here, now that you've won the UFC heavyweight champion, are you still going to wrestle on UWF? or are you going to...
The reporter is cut off by Suzuki
I wrestle and I fight wherever I want and whenever I want, that's all you need to know, next!
Reporter No.2: ESPN here, What do you think will...
The reporter is cut off by Suzuki
Shut your mouth, next!
The confused reporter doesn't understand what he did wrong but still obeys Suzuki
Reporter No.3: Bleacher Report, How do you feel ab...
The reporter is cut off by Suzuki
OK I'm sick and tired of this shit so everybody listen closely, I don't answer questions on what I think or feel nor do I answer questions about what other people think or feel, I do answer questions about FACTS who do you what facts are right? facts are statements that reflect reality like it is, you can't argue with facts, and the facts are that I am the most dominant and dangerous competitor in combat sports and I proved it last week when I made the little bitch that was the Heavyweight champion tap out in a manner of seconds, and with the partnership of UWF and UFC I can and will fight, I can and will hurt and I will most certainly torture everyone I want anytime I want, that's a fact.
Suzuki gets up from his chair, takes the title and walks away as the camera fades to black
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.
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. Miz grabs the Intercontinental Championship and does his usual title pose with it.
Tony Chimel: "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!
Miz and Brian stare at each other from across the ring for a few good moments as they both take in the atmosphere. The UWF crowd is standing on their feet and beginning to go crazy as another Intercontinental Championship match is about to be displayed before them, the second in two weeks. The crowd is in a frenzy and there is a slight ‘Brian Kendrick’ chant forming. Miz looks at the crowd and simply waves them off. After all he is the Man, he’s the champion, and all eyes should be on him.
The two lock up in a collar-and-elbow hold to begin the match in the middle of the ring. The Miz is trying to get behind Brian more leverage, but Brian is smarter than that. He uses his strength to keep Miz in front by bending his knees and twisting and turning. After a few moments, Brian gives Miz a headbutt and throws him forcefully to the ground for the crowds delight. Miz stays on the ground for a split second in disbelief before getting up and charging full speed at Brian. Brian decks him with a clothesline that floors him. Miz gets back up immediately and eats another clothesline from Brian as if it’s breakfast at iHop. Miz gets up again rather quickly and Brian begins to pummel him with lefts and rights before irish whipping him around the ring. Miz bounces off the ropes and manages to duck a third clothesline from Brian. Miz bounces off the ropes a second time but Brian is able to monkey flip into the air causing Miz to land on his back hard with a loud smack. The crowd cheers as it appears that Brian is getting the best of the Intercontinental Champion.
Brian eggs the crowd on before continuing his onslaught. Brian picks Miz up by his ears and punches him three more times until the Miz finally is able to block one. Miz viciously rakes Brian in the eyes and gives him a very stiff kick to the gut. Miz impales him with a DDT in the middle of the ring and buys him some time to recover a bit. Miz gets back to a vertical base and begins to stomp repeatedly on the upper part of Brian Kendrick’s body. Stomps to the collarbone, neck, and head are all seen as Brian desperately tries to squirm out of harms way. Brian is able to roll to a corner and get back to a vertical base as well. Brian is backfirst in the corner, and Miz begins to take full advantage. Miz kicks again in the stomach before dishing out a few blows to Brian’s head. Miz delivers a 2 consecutive night fist chops that sends a shockwave throughout the arena. Miz then irishwhips Brian across the ring into the opposite corner. Miz charges after him but Brian moves out of the way at the last moment and Miz splashes his own head on the turnbuckle. Miz begins to stumble back, seemingly out of it but Brian continues to use his momentum that he created. Miz grabs the ropes and turns around and Brian leaps and clotheslines Miz and himself out onto the outside of the ring on the side of the ring announcers. The ref runs over to make sure the two men are okay and surprisingly doesn’t start his count yet.
Tom Phillips: Brian seems to be getting the best of the Miz so far tonight.
Corey Graves: The match has just begun, there is a thing called momentum that you should know about. You’ve been doing this for years bud.
Tom Phillips: Yeah, but Brian just seems to constantly be a step faster and more prepared at this moment.
Corey Graves: We can revisit this at the end of the match if you’d like Tom.
Brian pulls Miz up to his feet and Miz rakes him in the eyes once again. Miz then irishwhips Brian shoulder first into the ringsteps and knocks the steps over. Brian begins to writhe around in pain as Miz has a very smug look on his face. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Miz’s blatant disrespect to rules in general.
Corey Graves: What did I tell you Tom? Huh, what did I tell you?
Brian is clutching his shoulder on the ground in pain, as Miz picks him up and irish whips him back first into the announcing table. Brian is now clutching his back but before he can do anything, Miz hits him with a dropkick and literally puts him on the table where the announcers are.
Tom Phillips: oh God, what does the Miz have planned here? Go back inside of the damn ring!
Corey Graves: Why hasn’t the ref started counting yet?
Miz begins to drop elbows on the top of Brian’s skull before climbing the table himself. The ref has been yelling at the two to renter the ring, clearly to no avail. He begins to start his ten count. Miz picks up and while he is picking him up continues to deliver a series of blows to him. Brian tries to fight off the Miz, but Miz just kicks him in the stomach and rakes his eyes for a third time. Miz then sets him up, and delivers a disgusting Skull crushing finale on the announcing table!! The table miraculously doesn’t break, and Miz is all smiles right now while the crowd is all boo’s.
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Corey Graves: I still can’t believe what I just saw here. Brian isn’t even moving around.
Tom Phillips: I’m still in shock too. It looks like Brian’s head might have bounced off of the monitor, theres a bit of blood leaving his skull.
Miz casually struts back into the ring all smiles and begins to further taunt the crowd. The chant throws a “Miz You Suck” chant at him and he eats it up as if it’s a positive chant. The ref reprimands him for his poor ability to follow the rules, but continues the count on the challenger who has still yet to move an inch. Is he even breathing? Is he conscious?
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Brian begins to come to life and somehow rolls himself off the announcing table and onto the mats on the outside. He uses what little strength he has slither closer to the ring, but he’s moving about as fast as a slug.
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Corey Phillips: Well this was a good title defense from the Miz.
Brian has one finger on the edge of the canvas to the ring at this point. But he still has yet to get a standing position. He’s only been slithering like a snake. Meanwhile Miz is looking like a child in a candy store with money that he got from Christmas. A small bit of blood is clearly visible on the ground from the cut on Brian’s face.
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Corey Phillips: I don’t believe it, a damn count out victory!
Tom Phillips: A consecutive title defense for Miz is in the books folks. He is on a roll here.
Miz is jumping around estactic, but the ref has to calm him down. Brian somehow made it into the ring before the 10 count! Brian is in the fetal position and Miz runs over and gives him a leg drop on the back of his head. Miz then covers the bloody Brian.
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Brian kicks out! Miz is completely furious at this point and begins to cuss at the ref. Brian gets to his knees, but is met with a kick to his chest from the Miz. Miz begins to repeatedly kick Brian in the chest over and over and over and over. Miz then goes for one final knockout kick to his head, but Brian ducks! Brian then rolls up the Miz.
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Miz kicks out! Brian nearly stole a win, but it wasn’t meant to be. The two men get up to their feet, but Miz is a bit quicker and sturdier. Miz then kicks Brian in the gut and brings him for a powerbomb position. Miz lifts him up and bounces Brians back off the ropes and clearly is going for the slingshot power bomb. However somehow Brian is able to grab the top rope with both of his arms and he absorbs the bounce. Brian uses his leg strength to hurracanrana Miz from inside of the ring to the outside! Brian is standing on the outer part of the ring and as soon as Miz gets back up, Brian wipes the blood from his face and hits Miz with a cross body on the outside of the ring! The crowd once again gets on their feet. Brian quickly grabs Miz and irish whips him face first off the ring post and Miz’s face bounces off the post like a tennis ball being hit by a racquet. Brian then grabs the Miz and drags him back into the ring before the ref begins his count, who for some reason, is being extremely lenient today. Brian begins to stalk Miz like prey, and as soon as Miz gets up, Brian plants him with the Tornado DDT! Brian gives himself to recover, in turn giving the Miz time to recover as well. Miz gets up, and Brian is behind him and strikes him once move with the Tiger Suplex! The bridge and pin in in effect!
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No! Somehow Miz was able to get shoulders up off the canvas at the last possible moment. The crowd is in a state of shock! Brian shakes his head but just begins to stalk Miz, waiting on him to get up from the canvas once more so he can finish him. It takes a few moments, but Miz finally gets back to his feet, albeit a little wobbly and woozy.
Suddenly the lights go out in the middle of the match, just as it seems Kendrick has the upper hand on Miz. A few eerie moments where nothing hands and Kendrick can audibly be heard shouting, wondering what the hell is going on. Then a voice from the darkness...
“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: Yeasssss!
The face of ‘Broken’ Matt Hardy appears on the titantron...
“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: No! No! No! This is completely and utterly UNACCEPTABLE! I am the UNCROWNED CHAMPION OF THE INTERCONTINENTALS! Not you! You have no right to be in my ring! You have no right to be in the match that I am RIGHTFUL entitled to! Brian Kendrick you are UNWORTHY of this grand OPPORTUNITY! This match should have been given to ME! ME! ME! It would appear that THRID CARTER OF ETHAN has once more overlooked my BROKEN brilliance!
Maybe it’s time for BROKEN Matt Hardy to leave the plain of REVOLUTION.....as there is a new ship about to EMABRK on its maiden voyage into the multiverse and maybe I should CAPTAIN said ship. Or maybe.....just maybe Mr Kendrick.....you should look behind you.....
It’s at that point Miz grabs Kendrick from behind and nails him with the skull crushing finale! Miz hooks both legs and with a desperate look on his face tries with all his strength to keep Kendricks shoulders pinned to the canvass
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the Intercontinental Champion, The Miz!
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Miz gets handed his championship and he heads up the ramp with his arm raised. Kendrick slowly comes to and realizes what just happened. He's fuming and exits the ring, heading up the ramp to presumably look for Hardy as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the Revolution graphic to a live feed. The clip shown is a replay from the main event of King of the Ring. It starts near the end of match, with Vinny Marseglia about to execute his finishing move on Larry Sweeney...
He looks down at Sweeney before leaping off with the RedRum! He lands on him with all his weight, nearly crushing the Transatlantic Champion! He stays on him, hooking the leg for the cover.
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Sweeney kicks out of the Redrum!
Corey Graves: Yes!
Mauro Ranallo: Larry Sweeney has kicked out of the RedRum! Vinny Marseglia has put away nearly everyone with that move but for Larry Sweeney, he's able to keep going.
Marseglia looks at the ref with a look of disappointment, the only time we've really seen him look upset. He grabs at his own hair, trying to think of what he needs to do to put Sweeney away. He looks over to the time keeper's area and sees his championship. Suddenly a smile comes across his face. He rolls out of the ring and heads over to the time keeper's area. He looks at his Championship but doesn't seem all too interested in it. Instead, he reaches over the wall and pulls out his axe!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh no, what the hell is Vinny Marseglia doing with that axe!
Corey Graves: Somebody get Sweeney out of there!
Vinny slides back into the ring and the ref tries to talk some sense into him. One quick glare from the Horror King is all it takes for the ref to high tail it out of the ring. Larry is picking himself up out of the corner while Vinny stalks him ever so slowly. Sweeney turns around just as Vinny lifts his axe up high! He takes a swing right down to the top of Larry's head...
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Sweeney kicks out of the Redrum!
Corey Graves: Yes!
Mauro Ranallo: Larry Sweeney has kicked out of the RedRum! Vinny Marseglia has put away nearly everyone with that move but for Larry Sweeney, he's able to keep going.
Marseglia looks at the ref with a look of disappointment, the only time we've really seen him look upset. He grabs at his own hair, trying to think of what he needs to do to put Sweeney away. He looks over to the time keeper's area and sees his championship. Suddenly a smile comes across his face. He rolls out of the ring and heads over to the time keeper's area. He looks at his Championship but doesn't seem all too interested in it. Instead, he reaches over the wall and pulls out his axe!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh no, what the hell is Vinny Marseglia doing with that axe!
Corey Graves: Somebody get Sweeney out of there!
Vinny slides back into the ring and the ref tries to talk some sense into him. One quick glare from the Horror King is all it takes for the ref to high tail it out of the ring. Larry is picking himself up out of the corner while Vinny stalks him ever so slowly. Sweeney turns around just as Vinny lifts his axe up high! He takes a swing right down to the top of Larry's head...
The replay cuts out there and the titantron then changes to a live video feed. Larry Sweeney is shown standing somewhere backstage, still proudly holding his UWF Transatlantic Championship. His brow is furrowed, his nostrils flared, his face is red and his hair is a mess. He's in a bad mood.
Sweeney: "A travesty of justice." That there's a phrase that gets thrown around a lot. Like, it's that crisis down at the Mexican border, they call that a travesty of justice. Or this whole debacle with the French President right now, corrupt son of a gun that he is, well, they call that a travesty of justice too. It's a travesty of justice when human rights are violated, or when the powerful go corrupt and abuse their station. You can't read a news paper front to back anymore without getting swamped with 'em.
But... what happened at King of the Ring... what happened to me was much, much, MUCH worse than any of that. So folks, for the first time I can ever remember, ol' Larry here is at a loss for words, because I can't think of anything potent enough to describe what was allowed to transpire in the UK last week.
The delivery of his words is a more concentrated fury than his typical haywire ranting and raving as he continues.
If you can watch that clip and still accept Vinny Marseglia as the winner of that tournament, then I have neither the real estate nor the crayons to explain to you why you're everything wrong with this sport, and dare I say, the world today. It's spoon-fed moronical entertainment junkies that accept bullshit on a plate. Anyone with a half a brain will agree with me when I, for the first time on record, state that Vinny Marseglia, by way of introducing a LETHAL weapon into our wrestling contest and ATTEMPTING TO MURDER ME, disqualified himself and as such...
Larry Sweeney is the 2018 UWF King of the Ring baby!
Finally, a smile, but it's a unhinged one.
Oh yeah, that's right. That's God damn right. I kicked out of his finisher. You all saw it there. The move that won him gold and took him to the big finals, it wasn't enough to put me down, no sir. So Vinny, miserable, crooked bum that he is, he had to cheat. Yes. Cheat. He resorted to a criminal act that, for reasons I can't even begin to wrap my incredible brain around, was allowed to transpire by an amateur official, who, by all rights, should be out of a job right now. Mmmhmm. Outta work, and Vinny, he should be in a prison cell!
I'm pressing charges. And you better believe that Ethan Carter will be hearing from my lawyers if he doesn't make this right A.S.A.P.
I demand that I be given an official coronation ceremony. I demand that I be given my rightful spot in the main event of Summerslam. I demand that Vinny Marseglia be suspended pending further investigation into his suspect mental state. And since Vinny won't be around to defend it, and since I'm the last man to beat him, I am officially declaring myself the UWF Television Champion, and by extension, the first co-champion in Revolution history! Hahaha!
Sweeney holds up a second title - a replica UWF TV title belt from UWFshop.com, but the looks of it, maybe with a little extra polish added, as well as a personalized name plate.
Life almost got me down for a second there, but when I woke up the morning after the show, surrounded by three beautiful women - yeah, and I promise ya, that's three more than ol' Vinny's ever been with - it dawned on me. Call it an epiphany... and that's this, that I did nothing wrong. I was victimized! But Larry Sweeney isn't the kind of man to get stepped over. Nu-uh. No way. I've got the moral and legal highground here, and that puts me head and shoulders over the accountable parties. There will be justice served. The rights will be wronged, the crown will go on the head it always belonged on and when the dust settles after Summerslam...
I'll be the first man in UWF history to hold three titles all at the same time. Stay tuned folks, this is history in the making, and nobody, not a blind ref, not a hapless GM, and certinaly not a second rate carny-freak rule-breaker can stop me from taking what's rightfully mine. And after I've done it all, maybe I'll just head on over to that brand new show, somewhere where they appreciate my talents and treat me with the respect I deserve! Yeah! Yeah, I hear they're looking for a name for that thing. Well boys, I've got one for ya... hows about...
The Larry Sweeney Show?
Ahahaha! That's right! Two hours of Sweet n' Sour! Haha! Just send me the contract and make sure there's a lotta commas cause the UWF's first triple champ ain't gonna come cheap, that's for sure! Hahaha!
Larry Sweeney, no in much higher spirits, takes his two title belts and walks away. The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.
Chris Jericho: Welcome everyone to the Revolution to remember. If you weren't already DVRing this episode, this is the time to do it. This is an event that will be talked about for decades. The following celebration transcends sports entertainment and enters into another aura of awesomeness. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Festival of Jericho, starring the new Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, Chris Jericho! Without further ado, for the thousands fortunate enough to be here tonight to witness this, as well as the millions tuning in around the world to see this Earth-shattering celebration, it's time for The Festival of Jericho, Let's Celebrate, maaaaaaan!
But first, a little treat. The first leg of the Fozzy World Tour is over, but we still have one more show in us before taking the month off. Get ready for a special performance from the most statistically accomplished band in professional wrestling history. Ladies and gentlemen, one more time, Fozzy, playing the song that we just released a music video for; Burn Me Out!
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One two three four.
Anything is better than the emptiness and hopelessness
Suffering is where I see the truth in you
You’re the awesomeness that makes sense of this, I can’t resist
In the flames, I feel a part of you, you
It’s the only way to reach through
It’s a path to the divine
It’s the only place I go to when dark and light collide
So burn me out, use me till there’s nothing
My heart beat down, kill me from inside
Burn me out, I need to feel alive
It’s never enough, never enough
Take what you want from me
Take what you want from me
Take what you want from me
Burn me out, don’t burn me out
Boo!
So do you want us to burn you out or not? You're sending mixed messages!
Let Elias sing instead!
Rich, stop wasting your career with this band!
This is Revolution, not WrestleMania! No concerts!
They're hiding backstage for a reason!
Yeah, because they suck and can't face the facts!
Nothing eats away like the cold regret you can’t forget
Isolation only makes the hurt worse
So burn me out, use me till there’s nothing
My heart beat down, kill me from inside
Burn me out, I need to feel alive
It’s never enough, never enough
Take what you want from me
Take what you want from me
Take what you want from me
Burn me out, don’t burn me out
Take what you want from me
Take what you want from me
Take what you want from me
Burn me out, don’t burn me out
Boo!
I regret once cheering for this guy!
I regret once enjoying this song!
I regret buying this ticket!
Jericho's dragging this brand down!
He drags everything down! The band! The brand! The title!
Lord help us if this is what a Jericho title run is like!
Remember when Jericho was tolerable? Pepperidge Farm remembers!
It’s the only way to get through
To where I know myself
So burn me out, use me till there’s nothing
My heart beat down, kill me from inside
Burn me out, I need to feel alive
It’s never enough, never enough
Take what you want from me
Honestly, the band would be better off with Rich at the front!
Take what you want from me
I'd buy 100 tickets if Rich ran the band!
Take what you want from me
I'd buy my Grandma a ticket!
Burn me out, don’t burn me out
I'd buy my dog a ticket!
Take what you want from me
I'd buy my fishbowl a ticket!
Take what you want from me
You have a fish?
Take what you want from me
No, just a fishbowl!
Burn me out, don’t burn me out
Come burn me out
Come burn me out
Come burn me out
Brexit the music. The rest of Fozzy exits, leaving Jericho alone in a dark room.
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BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!!
From the backstage area emerges, in his first public appearance since King of the Ring, the new UWF Champion Chris Jericho, fresh off his victory against Cesaro for the title. Along with the precious gold around his waist, Jericho himself is deck out in the most magnificent fedora, jacket, and scarf in the world. Accompanied by what seems like Vegas Showgirls, Jericho has set a scene for himself that looks quite like this.
Jericho meanders his way along the ramp towards the ring, soaking, or rather, drinking in the haterade from the fans, who see his celebration as less triumphant and more showboaty than they probably would've preferred. Jericho enters the ring with the JeriTron 5127 in the background. His outfit literally shines in the glow of the spotlights all around him.
Chris Jericho: This moment, I can't believe it's here. I've been imagining it since around SummerSlam of last year, and now that it's here, I have no idea what to say. I just can't believe I'm here, holding the UWF Championship. Almost as much as I can't believe all of you.
This is my crowning achievement. This is the moment I've been working towards since I came back sixteen long months ago, and now that all that has paid off, everybody hates me for it. So what if I attacked the champion. It's what challengers do. I had to assert my dominance over him from the beginning. After that, it was psychological warfare, which I always win handily. Once King of the Ring rolled around, I was ready to kick some neutral ass, and I did just that. And for all that, you ruin the greatest moment in my professional wrestling career.
But I won't let some assholes in Section 113 to ruin my night. I'm moving on to better things. Now, my family couldn't make it to the event last week, but now that we've returned to the States, they decided to pay a visit. Jess, Ash, SiSi, Chey, come on up here to celebrate with me.
Jessica Lockhart climbs over the barricade from her seat in the first row, followed by Ash Irvine, who helps lift Sierra and Cheyenne Irvine over the barricade. The four make their way into the ring. The twins give Jericho a hug, while Ash and Jessica stand back and watch.
Chris Jericho: Ya know, it just got a whole lot better. Screw these mart smarks. I've got all the people I need to celebrate here with me already.
The crowd audibly chants "We want Vinny", likely wishing this segment didn't exist.
Chris Jericho: I want every one of you to remember this moment just as fondly as I do, so here's a gift for you guys. For SiSi and Chey, I give my scarf.
As promised, Jericho takes off his scarf and gives it to the twins, who wrap it around each other together.
Chris Jericho: To Ash, to make him even more of a chick magnet, I give this fedora.
Again, as promised, Jericho removes his fedora and hands it to Ash, who dons the glittery cap.
Chris Jericho: And for my beautiful wife Jessica, I give my most expensive jacket yet. $30,000 went into this jacket, more than most of these people see in a year.
Finally, once again, as promised, Jericho takes off his jacket and gives it to Jessica, who. As any other person would do with a jacket, puts it on.
Chris Jericho: Some of you might be wondering why I did that, and the answer is simple.
Chris Jericho: It's so you can see this better. Just look at it. The UWF Championship wrapped around the waist of Chris Jericho, and it will never leave. Nobody will take it from me. And most importantly, the UWF Title will never, ever, e- e-... evah be the same again!
The crowd comes alive and as they do, Jericho smiles, thinking the stupid idiots have come to their senses but it’s soon realized why they’re reacting as Chris’ family brings to his attention the rush of red balloons coming out from under the ring and heading upward. Before Jericho has the chance to react to this, the lights suddenly go out as a familiar theme starts up.
”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 come up a bit and out walks Vinny Marseglia with the Pennywise inspired gear he’s been wearing lately on as he’s holding another bunch of balloons in one hand and his axe in the other.
As Vinny makes his way to the ring, the Irvine family is paralyzed in fear as Jericho pushes the member closest to where he’s standing behind him and the others move to stand there as well. Vinny climbs up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes as his music fades out and the lights come all the way back up. Vinny ties the balloons to the top rope before removing a microphone from his jacket as he approaches Chris.
Vinny Marseglia: The fact that you brought your family to join in the festivities when you have me lurking around says that you really don’t understand the gravity of the situation you’re in. I could’ve been under the ring and pulled any one of your children or your wife into the abyss the moment they climbed over that barricade and headed over to join you here in celebrating. I could’ve been amongst that crowd and snuck up on them when they least expected it. And when the lights went out just now, regardless of where I came from, they were just as much in harm’s way then, too.
They’re in harm’s way now, in fact. And while I could use them to teach you a valuable lesson that you shouldn’t bring anything you aren’t prepared to lose into my kingdom, you’re going to find out sooner rather than later just how much danger you’re in now that you and that championship are in my sights. So I hope that they cherish those gifts you gave them, because it’s the last thing you’re going to give to them, and it’s the last thing you’ll give willingly period. Because from now on, it’s a game of take. I will draw tears from your eyes that you don’t want to cry, I will shed blood that you don’t want to bleed, I will take everything that there is to take from you and, by extension, take from the entire Irvine family as well.
Vinny leans to the side and looks around Chris at his family for a moment before returning to how he was.
If it was Cesaro coming back for more that you had to worry about, I’d say your position would be fairly safe because what can be accomplished once can often be replicated, but that’s not what’s in store. You’ve got Vinny Marseglia, the, “Horror King of the Ring”. You looked at the entire bracket and, as convinced as you were that you’d be UWF Champion, you were just as convinced that it wouldn’t be me that came out on the other side of it to challenge you. Just like everyone else, you thought my chance had come and gone at Backlash but I knew better.
I knew that I would right that wrong and find a way to get another shot at the UWF Championship, and even though I don’t get to put down Cesaro, he didn’t pin me to retain anyway and you’ll more than do, Chris. I’m going to take this axe and cut your reign down in cold blood. Because while it’s been a longtime dream of yours to hold that title, I’m the nightmare. I make a living destroying lives which means dreams, aspirations, and goals suffer the same fate of things like happiness and joy, the same fate of your physical and mental state. All of it gets Redrum’d.
Vinny pauses for a moment.
I have toppled King Nothing. I overcame all of the would-be kings in the tournament. So now that I have proven myself to be the, “Horror King” and have earned the moniker of King of the Ring, there is but one throne left to conquer: yours.
Vinny starts to laugh maniacally. Jericho just stares at him with a look of disgust on his face. He waves his family to get out of the ring and they slowly starts to exit. Jericho is backing up to follow them out but Vinny raises the axe up!
Corey Graves: No not again! Where's the SWAT team when we need them!
Jericho brings the UWF Championship up, holding it in front of him as Vinny brings down his axe right across it! The axe gets stuck in the title and when Vinny pulls back, the Championship comes with it and out of Jericho's hands. Chris drops down and rolls out of the ring, yelling all sorts of obscenities. Vinny puts the belt on the mat and steps on it in order to get his axe out of it. He then picks up the title and smiles, throwing it over his shoulder, a giant chip in it where his axe was. Jericho backs over the barricade, yelling all the while about his title but Vinny just laughs at him, pointing his axe at him as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Summerslam
UWF Championship
Chris Jericho(c) vs Vinny Marseglia
Credits
Cole vs Dream - Leedles
Low Ki & Gulak vs Usos - Jye
Bate vs HHH - Redbull
Neville vs Steiner vs Aries vs Balor - Tapout
Jacobs & Scurll vs Punk & Rude - Bodor
Sammy vs Marseglia - Semi
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