Revolution 8/1/18

[Danny]

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: Summerslam is our next PPV and we already know the main event. Vinny Marseglia will hopefully be facing Chris Jericho without his axe for the UWF Championship.


Tom Phillips: We've gotten word though that a few more matches will be announced tonight as well but first we've got some huge matches tonight like our main event, UWF Champion takes on the runner up to the King of the Ring-


Corey Graves: I think you mean Champion vs Champion match as rightful King of the Ring winner and Transatlantic Champion as well as Linear TV Champion Larry Sweeney faces Chris Jericho.


Mauro Ranallo: And two of the most despised members of the roster do battle when Daniel Bryan takes on Jimmy Jacobs.


Tom Phillips: Plus we've got a whole slew of other matches just waiting to get started. Let's head down to the ring right now where one match is already set to get underway!


As Revolution rolls on, we head to the ring for a featured bout, already in progress! Jimmy Uso and Jack Swagger are in the ring and ready to go!

DING! DING! DING!

This match is underway as the referee calls for the bell. Both me take a moment to circle around the ring before meeting right in the middle going nose to nose. The two bicker back and forth until Jimmy takes it upon himself to shove Swagger backwards. Swagger doesn't fall to the mat, but Jimmy makes sure to do his "UCEE" chant as he points and laughs at Swagger. Swagger comes right back at him and shoves Jimmy Uso right the ground, and proceeds to place his hand over his heart and yell at the top of his lungs, WE THE PEOPLE!. Jimmy crawls back towards his corner, and Jey hops up on the apron to yell at the referee and Swagger goes over to Jey and tries to get rid of him. Jimmy takes full advantage and jumps Swagger from behind, clubbing him in the back of the head and sending him crashing to the outside early in the match. The referee pushes Jimmy back when he tries to go after Swagger, and in the mean time Jey Uso hops down from the apron, grabs Swagger, and tosses him into the barricade with such a force that moves the barricade slightly, and then rolls him back into the ring before the referee even notices a thing.

MAURO RANALLO: I should expect nothing less from the Usos.

Jimmy goes right on the attack, pummeling the back of the head of Swagger, and then he stands up and starts stomping the him in the back before finally letting off to taunt the crowd a bit. Uso takes a moment to fix his hair before going to grab Swagger, who instead gets ahold of Uso's trunks, and pulls him head first into the second turnbuckle, buying him some valuable time. Swagger is still slow to his feet, and makes it to a vertical base about the same time as Jimmy Uso does. Swagger goes shoulder first into the gut of Uso multiple times before whipping him to the opposite corner. Swagger is right on his tails and as soon as he hits the corner, Swagger hits him with a clothesline, causing Uso to collapse to the ground. Swagger sees this and gives himself a running start, hops over Uso, slingshots himself off the second rope and hits a splash right on to Uso. Swagger hooks the leg...

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Uso gets the shoulder up before the count of three and all Swagger does is sit there on the mat and catch his breath. He shakes his head in dismay and gets to his feet. He grabs Uso by the hair, and lifts him up. He wraps Uso's arm around his neck, lifts him up high and brings him back down via a vertical suplex. Swagger drags Uso over towards the corner, and mounts the turnbuckle. Swagger leaps over hoping to hit the moonsault, but gets nothing but knees to the stomach from Uso. Swagger tumbles over, grabbing at his stomach as he rolls out of harms way, making it all the way to the other side of the ring, using the ropes to pull himself up slightly. Uso is back to his feet, and spots the opening. He gets a huge running start and slams right into Swaggers head hip first, leaving Swagger to fall to the mat in a stunned heap.

COREY GRAVES: What a move by Jimmy Uso!

MAURO RANALLO: That could be the match right there!

Uso watches on as Swagger shakes his head to get out of the daze he is in, and once again uses the ropes to bring himself to his feet. Uso measures him up, and gears up for a superkick. Swagger somehow catches the foot of Jimmy Uso, and laughs at him as Jimmy is pleading to have Swagger put his foot down. Swagger turns his foot, making Jimmy fall and Swagger locks in the Ankle Lock! He is yelling and screaming for Jimmy to tap, while Jimmy is flailing around trying to crawl to the rope. Jimmy squirms enough to turn over and reverse, pushing Swagger backwards and in the process he bumps into the referee, who falls to the ground and is momentarily knocked out. Jimmy is grabbing at his ankle in pain, preventing him from getting up, which allows the already angry Swagger to once again grab ahold of the ankle and lock in the hold once more on Jimmy. Jimmy is crying out in pain tapping out, but that doesn't do anything with the referee still down.

MAURO RANALLO: Someone needs to wake that referee up before Jimmy's ankle gets broken.

Swagger is still firmly holding the ankle, and then from behind Jey Uso slips in, and hits a superkick right to the back of the head. Swagger releases the hold, but is still on his feet. Jey winds up and connects with another superkick, putting Swagger down for the count. The referee is beginning to stir so he slips out of the ring and begins cheering his brother on who is now on the ring apron, and starts climbing the turnbuckle. He reaches the top rope, and gingerly gets set up and leaps off, connecting with a top rope Uso Splash! Uso hooks the leg with one hand as he grabs his ankle with the other hand...

1...

2...

3...!

DING! DING! DING!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, JIMMY USO!




The scene fades into a cold, dark, desolated room. Smoke surrounds the whole room leaving such an eerie feeling. It all seems so very empty except for some very poorly lit lights in the back and a single TV directly in the center of the camera. The TV is only playing static and white noise surround the empty room leaving the room a lot creepier than it already is. The camera just slowly zooms in on to the TV, and after what feels like 2 minutes, the static finally cuts to Adam Cole.



Adam Cole: Hello, boys and girls! I Just... Wan... Ted... To say... Velveteen Dream is... beeettteeerrr thaaaaaan... meeeeeeeeeee...

A bunch of clips have been spliced together of Adam Cole out of context to make him say the Dream is better than him. As the clip went on it got slower and slower until the voice was all distorted and unrecognizable. Then all of a sudden the static happens again. This time there's some incomprehensible audio surrounded by the white noise.

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The static then cuts to Velveteen Dream who is very close to the camera. His face wide eyed with very little expression. He is a little too close to comfort that sends chills to the crowd. He is just staring at the camera. All of a sudden there is static again, and it cuts back to Velveteen Dream who is now sitting on a coach.



Velveteen Dream: Do hear it, Adam? That's the sound of UWF universe chanting for Dream's name. "Velveteen! Velveteen! Velveteen!" It's like music to the Dream's ears. The Dream remembers it as if it just happened 5 minutes ago. You probably don't cause all you could hear were your screams of agony from that Purple Rainmaker the Dream bestowed you. Now the crowd knows the Dream is a bigger deal than you'll ever be. The Dream said he'll prove you are nothing, but a pretty face with a big ego. And I proved exactly that. The Dream honestly feels a little pity for you, because of how fast the Dream beat you. The Dream was expecting more of a fight, but hey! The Dream isn't complaining, especially since you just admitted the Dream was better than you. That's all the Dream ever wanted to hear Adam, and the Dream really appreciates it.

Velveteen Dream smiles, believing his own spliced clips to be true.

Velveteen Dream: But this is no longer between us. The Dream is frankly quite over you. The Dream finally removed the thorn in his side and he looks onto SummerSlam. The biggest event of the Summer... right? Well it can't be the biggest event of the Summer if Velveteen Dream isn't on the card. No. In fact, it'll be one of the biggest fails like all the other SummerSlams have been. All because the Dream wasn't on those cards, but never fear, cause your savior is here. The person to turn the SummerSlam from the biggest flop of the Summer into an EXTRAVAGANZA! The person who will make SummerSlam must-see! THE VELVETEEN DREAAAAAM! But first... The Dream has to take on the Demon, Finn Balor...

Velveteen Dream: Finn Balor, you honestly don't want to fight the Velveteen Dream. You already embarrassed the Dream by not coming out and shaking my hand. You didn't even have the gall to come out and decline the Dream's offer, and for that, you must suffer the consequences. The Dream really saw a bright future for us... The Dream had it all planned out. The Dream would win all the gold, while you were in my corner taking notes, but the Dream guess you don't understand great opportunities are even if it smacked the damn "Demon" out of you. We could've have been unstoppabl-

The Dream stops and ponders for a few moments. He then looks at the camera again with a very stern face.

Velveteen Dream: You know... The Dream has realized he is already unstoppable. The Dream is already the best here in UWF, and my talent has still gone unrecognized by Mr. Carter. The Dream still has yet to receive a title shot, and if the Dream can beat one of the best wrestlers formerly on the indie scenes, then Mr. Carter must finally give me a title shot for one of those titles there. If not... Well the Dream heard there's a brand split is coming up. The Dream will go somewhere where his skill and talent is appreciated. The Dream doesn't need to stay in a place where management can't give the Dream the respect he deserves. He also doesn't need to fight some guy who still dresses up in Halloween makeup to go trick or treating all because he never learned to grow up. Don't worry Finn. The Dream will give you a very special treat tonight. The Dream has a special Purple Rainmaker in store for you.

The Dream points to his elbow and pats it. The Dream laughs as the camera starts zooming away from the TV again. The TV now goes to static and suddenly the camera swings 180 to reveal the face of Velveteen Dream!

Velveteen Dream: DREAM OVER!

The camera falls over only filming Velveteen Dream's feet walking away, before cutting off abruptly.


Suddenly we see “The Villain” Marty Scurll standing in the dark alone. He looks directly at the camera and has mischief wrote all over his face.



“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“On the last episode of Revolution, Jimmy Jacobs lost me a match. One that had weak opposition. Yet I fell to the count of 1-2-3. From Rick Rude... a match that I thought I just had in the bag. But oh well, life is unpredictable. Unpredictable like many people around here in the UWF think they are. Dark and mischievous. But I can’t fight the darkness since well, that’s how I don’t have that UWF Television Championship around my waist… but that is in the past and the present is the issue at hand. Tonight my new business partner, Daniel Bryan, faces that inconvenience known as Jimmy Jacobs.”

“A match that Daniel WILL win. Since he is practically representing the whole of Villain Enterprises this week, and that’s a big task. Since we’re a business. Another loss would significantly decrease the companies stock, and we can’t be having that. Call it my fault or Jimmy’s, it is his. But as I have said in the past, the past doesn’t matter. What matters is the present and the future. With tonight being the present, and the future being Summerslam and what is going to happen then.”

“In about two weeks, Summerslam will go live on PPV. With myself, Daniel Bryan and Nigel McGuinness there and in person. Not only will you be able to witness Villain Enterprises live, you’ll be able to witness the start of the end for the UWF. When Villain Enterprises obtains Summerslam, when we own it!”

Suddenly Daniel Bryan appears in front of the camera, almost a bit too close, and Nigel McGuinness appears beside Marty Scurll in the darkness as he stops for a second to allow Daniel Bryan to speak about Summerslam and his match.



Daniel Bryan:
“We’ll own it when I demolish “King Nothing”, ripping the keys to his kingdom out of his cold, dead hands. When I continue to take down the so called “best” one by one. Although Hunter is pretty low down on that list, he’s on it nethertheless and I’ll make sure by the time I’m done with him at Summerslam, the only list he’ll be on is tomorrow’s obituaries.”

“At Summerslam, both members of Villain Enterprises will have our hands raised, ushering in a new era for UWF. A Villainous Era. But tonight... Tonight I face Jimmy Jacobs one on one. He thinks he can hang with the Absolute Best, but he’s wrong. He thinks he’s in control because of that briefcase but I believe that he wouldn’t know what to do with an opportunity like that. He hasn’t got the skill to take that UWF Championship off Chris Jericho’s shoulder.”

“People have scratched and clawed to get opportunities for that title. Opportunities you just waltzed through and snatched. I mean look at guys like Vinny Marseglia, people who earned their opportunities by tearing through the whole roster. But he took the low route by hitting my business partner below the belt just to grab that briefcase. I shouldn’t expect much more from him although, he’s a bottom feeder. He’s human scum and he’s not even on the level of the Absolute Best nor UWF’s One True Villain. The only people who remain on my level are standing by my side right now. It’s just to be recognised as what I always was and I still am now, the Absolute Best. If that means I have to go through all of these people who the UWF Universe recognise as the best, so be it.”

“I’m the last remaining face of the Mount Rushmore, and I ain’t going anywhere any time soon. Get used to this face around here again because me, Marty and Nigel over here aren’t going anywhere. LONG. LIVE. THE VILLAIN.”

As Daniel Bryan leaves Nigel McGuinness tries to pipe up just to be shut down by Marty Scurll talking.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“As Villain Enterprises continues to grow everyday, we’ll become a part of your everyday life. Every day you’ll come across one of our products, and that starts with Villain Energy. Later tonight you’ll see our official first trailer for Villain Energy and with that, you’ll know where we’re going. After Daniel’s win tonight, I want you to keep something in mind. Something that has bugging me as of late.”

“People are thinking that I’ve lost control of Villain Enterprises. Uh… no. I’ve always had the keys to this kingdom, and I ain’t ever gonna lose them. I’m the Villain. As I always was. I’m living with the Villain pacing in my mind and that Villain is shouting at me what to do. And no matter who you think you are, I will come out on top in the end. Because I’m the Villain… and the Villain ALWAYS gets what he wants.”

“LONG. LIVE. THE VILLAIN.”

As Marty Scurll finishes off his line he allows the UWF crowd to take it in as he walks off with Nigel McGuinness as UWF heads elsewhere.






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.

The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.

AUSTRALIANS ALL LET US REJOICE
FOR WE ARE YOUNG AND FREE
WE'VE GOLDEN SOIL AND WEALTH FOR TOIL



The crowd begin to Boo the theme song as they know, it can only be 2 superstars they are about to see. The superstars fulfill their duty as Zack Ryder and Emma slither into view, coming out from the back. They both stop, looking out into the crowd as Zack stands in front of Emma, Emma just smiling away with her trademark sunglasses on as they begin their walk down the ramp.



Zack slides into the ring first, ignoring all the fans as he quickly gets back to his feet, holding the rope open for Emma so she can climb herself into the ring.

Tony Chimel: Being accompanied by The Thunder from Down Under, Emma!! Weighing in at 224 pounds formally from Long Island, New York... currently residing from Melbourne, Australia, ZACK RYDER!!

Zack lifts his arms in the air as Chimel finishes his introduction. Emma gives him a last minute pep talk before Zack helps her out of the ring. He nods at her, he replicating it as Zack stands there ready.
DING! DING! DING!

Aries and Ryder circle the ring, Aries goes for the first take down, Ryder is able to block the attempt both men still on their feet, Aries swings a punch at Ryder, Ryder and Aries start trading off blows, Ryder starts gaining the advantage as he hits a vicious chops which are heard throughout the arena. Ryder whips Aries into the ropes as Aries comes back Ryder jumps to go for the rough rider, Aries ducks under the rough rider, Zack lands on his feet.

Aries turns around to face Zack, Aries grabs the back of Ryders head, Aries keeps hold and runs Ryder into the turn buckle. Zack is draped over the middle rope. Aries hopes onto the apron, Austin steps back and runs at Ryder still draped over the turnbuckle, Aries hits a running knee into the side of Ryders skull, Zack falls out of the ring like a sack of potatoes. Aries looks at Zack on the outside of the ring, Emma is by his side checking on him. Zack sits up talking to Aries.

Crowd chant along with the referee.
1....
1!
2....
2!

Aries jumps down from the apron and as Emma steps back away from Aries screaming at him. Aries grabs Ryders head and sends him into the ring. Aries follows behind Ryder. Aries sends an elbow to the back of the head of Ryder before he can stand. Aries looks over to Emma as she seems upset. Aries uses both hands to lift Ryder to his feet. Ryder hits Aries back he runs to the ropes to try and get momentum back, Aries quickly lifts up Ryder hits him with a Death Valley Driver. Austin goes for the cover off this...

Crowd chant along with the referee.
...One!
1!
...Two!
2!
Th..
3!

Ryder somehow kicks out at Two!

Aries has a look in his eyes as he stares to the top rope. He grabs onto Ryder and drags the body of Ryder up to the top rope. Aries looks like he has an idea to keep Ryder down. Aries gets Ryder verticle as he stands on the second rope. Aries leaps back with Ryder. Aries hits Ryder with a Brainbuster. Aries goes to cover but Emma pulls out Zack by his leg protecting him from Aries. Emma is seen checking on Ryder. Aries quickly rushes out of the ring following Ryder he pushes Emma off Zack and throws Zack in the ring, Emma does not look impressed.

Aries goes to pick up Ryder, Zack elbows Austin in the ribs as he tries to pick him up, Ryder hits Aries with a stiff elbow shot. Aries steps back as Zack runs at him and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Ryder goes for a elbow onto Aries, Ryder hits Aries in the ribs hard. Austin is in pain as he slowly gets to his sleep, Ryder already on his feet stalking behind Aries as he hits a lifting inverted DDT. Ryder goes for the cover...

Crowd chant along with the referee.
...One!
1!
...Two!
2!
Thre.
3!
Aries kicks out at 2!


Ryder stands to his feet, Zack picks up Aries by his hair, Ryder throws Aries into the ropes as he returns, Zack hits a flapjack onto Aries. Ryder doesnt look finished, Ryder realises that Aries is in the corner trying to lift himself to with the corner. Ryder looks to the crowd and back to Aries as he runs to the other side of the ring and hits a devastating boot in the corner of the ring to Aries. Ryder goes for the cover...

Crowd chant along with the referee.
...One!
1!
...Two!
2!
Thre.
3!
Aries somehow kicks out at 2!

Ryder tries to lift Aries up, Aries hits an enzuguri out of nowhere. Aries shakes his head to get his head back into the game, Aries stands to his feet. Aries looks at Ryder in the middle of the ring clawing his way to the other side of the ring. Austin quickly goes over to Ryder and locks him in a Last Chanciery. Ryder is screaming in pain as Aries cinches back to apply more pressure to Ryder. Emma does not like this she is shown to be obviously unsettled by the thought of Ryder losing this match. Aries cinches even more as Zack grimaces in pain. Ryder looks like he is about to tap...

Emma enters the ring, the referee notices Emma and turns to get her out so she doesn't interfere in the match. Ryder taps out clean as day as the referee is doing this, he doesn't realise, neither does Aries as he releases the hold on Ryder. Ryder celebrates, after a little the referee informs he saw no submission so the match will continue before he can complain he is blindsided by Ryder as he turns to see a rough rider. Zack pulls up both legs off Aries certain of victory.

Crowd chant along with the referee.
...One!
1!
...Two!
2!
Three!
3!

DING! DING! DING!

Ryder and Emma quickly get out of their to avoid the payback from Aries. Austin Aries looks angry after this loss. While Zack Ryder and Emma both have massive grins.


: "In other news, a big police raid ended in the arrest of 17 people who were apart of an underground cult known as-"

The click of a remote is heard, followed by silence. The cameras finally lighten up from the darkness, and what is seen is The Miz sitting on a couch in his home, Gunn and Kidman standing behind it as Miz has a bit of a frown on his face. He is wearing a lot more casual wear than what he normally does, wearing a Myles Garrett jersey with a mix of pride and regret alongside a pair of somewhat-generic slacks.

Gunn: "Why do you seem upset about the raid?"

Miz: "Well...stupid story, I had gotten in with them because of some relic, some eye or something like that, but I found out that in order to get it I would have to sacrifice the purity in Monroe's soul, so I told them to scratch and called the cops on them."

Kidman: "Wait, the purity in her soul? Why not just take the full soul? That really doesn't make a lot of sense..."

Miz: "Yeah, I know. It was for some ritual to a fallen god, really just generic cult stuff. I don't entirely know what I was thinking when I joined them, being honest."

Gunn: "What was the relic supposed to do?"

Miz: "I don't remember the exact name of it, but, supposedly, it was used in ancient times for mind control."

L: "Oh, you mean The Eye of Tyr?"

Gunn: "Was that it, L? I thought that was done for some plot line in an indie fed, Chakra or something like that."

Kidman: "You mean CHIKARA?"

Miz: "Yeah, I think that was the name of the relic. Christ, I'm happy that none of the stuff involving me and that cult was ever recorded, I mean, if I was watching a TV show and something like that happened and then got dropped instantly, I'd be pretty damn disappointed, maybe even angry."

L: "I think that'd be called an Aborted Arc..."

Kidman: "I thought that was called Faucheshadowing or something like that?"

L: "No, no Kidman. Firstly, that's Fauxshadowing, and secondly that's when something is blatantly foreshadowed a lot but then the promised development just doesn't happen. I don't know what the hell what you said was, but I think that would definitely be called an Aborted Arc."

Gunn: "I mean, does it really matter? None of it ever got recorded, so nobody will ever really know about it."

At this point, Gunn has sat down on the couch next to Miz while Kidman is sitting on a separate chair.

"And you say the world goes rushing by
But it seems so slow to me
And you see a blur around you fly
But it takes too long
It seems so slow to me
(time keeps dragging on)"

Miz looks with a bit of embarrassment towards Gunn and Kidman as he stands up and pulls his phone out, walking away a bit to answer the phone.

Gunn: "That sounds really familiar, I swear I heard that song in an AMV before..."

Kidman: "Okay, stop right there Gunn, I honestly never want to hear you utter AMV in a sentence again."

Gunn: "That's what I heard it from though! It was like something for a superhero I think..."

Kidman: "What hero, I can probably look it up."

L: "Don't worry, I got you guys covered.....says here it was in an AMV for The Flash on CW."

Gunn: "Told ya, Gunn, was from an AMV!"

Kidman: "Okay, but that doesn't help us, L, what was the song name?"

L: "The song name is "The Ballad of Barry Allen", made by Jim's Big Ego."

Kidman: "Oh, I mean...that name is a bit on the nose, I guess."

Gunn: "Yeah, I mean, it makes sense though given at least the lyrics Miz has for his ringtone for...whoever that is."

Kidman: "Christ, what happened to us going to ComiCon, Gunn?"

Gunn: "Told ya' before, K-Man, those tickets cost a goddamn fortune and got sold out instantly! Besides, even if we got the tickets we probably wouldn't have gotten the day off both from Carter and from Miz."

Kidman: "I dunno, we probably could've bribed Miz with some Naruto stuff and he would've let us go for the few days."

Gunn: "Yeah, that still doesn't answer for Carter. I mean, it's not like a normal job where people get sick days or vacation days. We get paid, but that's about it in terms of benefits."

Kidman: "Yeah, that's true but you got to respect Ethan. I mean the dude took over the company and still runs it, even now he's only giving a bit of control to Drake. He's dedicated."

Gunn: "Yeah, I guess..."

The Miz then walks in, just having hung the phone up and he has a bit of a smile on his face.

Miz: "Sorry guys, wifey just called. Apparently it's taking her a bit longer than usual to get home, something about traffic issues."

Gunn: "Alright, that's fine. Me and Kidman were just talking a bit about your ringtone."

Kidman snickers a bit as Miz puts the phone away and sits back down on the couch.

Miz: "What's wrong with it?"

Gunn: "Well, it's just...of all the songs to be a ringtone, why that one?"

Miz: "Because it's our song. We just sort of mutually agreed that it was a good song and I always used it as a ringtone for her since we married."

Gunn and Kidman seem a bit skeptical of this, but just give a collective nod as Miz's phone rings once again, this time it just having a generic ring tone.

Miz: "Oh, it's Ethan. Alright, gotta take this."

Miz walks off as Gunn and Kidman just look at each other for a second, a bit of silence.

Gunn: "Been a while since we wrestled, huh? I mean, we aren't that bad in the ring, guess Miz is just a busy man."

Kidman: "Yeah, he really didn't need us much for the match with Roman, and the one against Kendrick, I don't even know why we were there!"

Gunn: "Well, I mean we can blame Hardy for that. Miz knows that we're ready to interfere whenever it is needed, and between you and me it definitely seemed like he was going to need it."

Just as Gunn says that, The Miz walks back in with a look of exasperation worn on his face.

Miz: "Well, good news guys, I don't have to wrestle next show! I just have a Miz TV entirely dedicated to my successful title defenses!"

Gunn: "Good for you, Miz. Now, I was just wanting to ask-"

Miz: "Okay, I got to go, Maryse just shot me a text to come pick her up..."

Before Kidman or Gunn can say anything, Miz is already leaving the house and getting in his car. As he drives off, Gunn just lets out a sigh and turns the TV back on, but muting it as the screen once again shows the cult raid.

Kidman: "Yeah, I think you'd be right on that, L. Aborted Arc definitely sounds a bit more like what that'd be instead of Fauxshadowing."

With that said, the cameras fade to black, staying on the darkness for a few seconds before going elsewhere



We come to ringside, and Finn Balor is already in the ring.

YOW!



Velveteen's theme starts and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd, and poses. The crowd proceeds to cheer and boo for Velveteen Dream. They are indifferent to if they like him or not.



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

Dream and Balor lock up quickly with Dream gaining a quick advantage. He powers over the small Balor, and pushes him to the mat. Balor hits with his back and rolls onto his feet to lock up again. Once again, Dream over powers him and pushes him to the canvas again. Balor slaps the mat out of frustration. Dream simply smiles and taunts Balor to try again. Balor charges wildly at Dream but the young star just side steps and sends Balor flying through the ropes. Balor tumbles out and hits the padded concrete on the outside. Dream shakes his head in disappointment.

Corey Graves: Balor can't get anything going here.

Mauro Ranallo: Dream is running circles around him.

Balor gets back to his feet and paces, wondering what he has to do to get back into this. Dream backs up and invites Balor back into the ring. Balor cautiously enters the ring and the two circle off again. Balor attempts a lock up but Dream slips behind and gains waist control. He does some suggestive hip movements before lifting Balor up for a German suplex. Balor's neck snaps off the canvas hard. Dream swiftly gets up to his feet and to add insult to injury, rubs his boot in Balor's face.

Tom Phillips: Complete lack of respect from him.

Corey Graves: Well to be fair, I believe Velveteen Dream thought he would have some actual competition tonight but it's almost like Balor isn't even here tonight.

Balor makes it back up his feet and tries a few forarme strikes on Dream but he checkes every single one of them. Dream leans foward and laughs in Balor's face. Balor doesn't take kindly to this though, and cracks Dream's face with a stiff slap. Dream's eyes instantly turn to anger as he lifts Balor up with no histation and drops him down in a brutal Death Valley Driver. Dream goes for the hook of Balor's leg and the cover but stops himself before the count can begin.

Mauro Ranallo: What is Dream doing?

Corey Graves: Isn't it obvious? He feels disrespected by Balor, and he's not finished with him yet.

Dream mounts on top of Balor and starts viciously hitting Balor's head with brutal ground and pound that would make Brock Lesnar proud. Dream gets a few good shots in before the ref steps into to stop him. Dream lifts his arms up to show that he's calmed down. The ref backs up, but Dream lifts Balor's head off the canvas and with all the strenght he can manage, slaps Balor right across his face.

Corey Graves: This in wrestling is called a receipt, and Balor just got his!

Tom Phillips: I'm pretty sure everyone in the arena heard that one.

Balor's body lays limp on the canvas now as Dream steps off of him. He looks down at his handiwork and makes a motion as if he's shooing Balor away. Dream slowly walks over to the corner and steps through the ropes to climb the turnbuckle. He gets to the top and stands his full frame up. He has perfect balance as he stands perched on the top rop. The crowd rising to their feet with him.

Mauro Ranallo: I think we all know what is going to happen next.

Dream takes one more look down at the almost lifeless body of Balor, and leaps off with the grace and poise that only Velveteen Dream can pull off. He comes crashing down with his signature Elbow Drop, the Purple Rain, and absolulty caves in Balor's chest. He stays in the postition, resting his head on his arm like he's taking a nap over Balor's body for the pinfall.


1...



2...



3!

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Velveteen Dream!

The bell rings, and Dream remains on Balor's body. He says some unheard words to him before he makes his way to his feet to have his hand raised.



Mauro Ranallo: Well, that's all folks.

Corey Graves: Tough week for Balor, but Dream comes out looking like a million bucks here. I tell you, I think this kid has a great future, regardless of what Tom says about him!

Dream continues to parade around the ring, celebrating his victory when the feed is taken elsewhere.


The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia standing in a room with a blood red backdrop.



Vinny Marseglia: Last week I made it known that no matter who gets put in front of me to challenge for the Television Championship, I’m up for the task. Open the floodgates of contenders, I say. And that frame of thinking results in a lot of eyebrows being raised and a lot of heads being scratched because with everything in this world being finite instead of limitless, the purpose of that kind of confidence is not understood.

Well you can put your fingers on your neck or place your palm on your chest and find purpose, you can find it in the company of those you love. Purpose is a concept for you to apply your own understanding to and define in a way that’s unique to you. My purpose is to interfere with other peoples’ purpose. Because while they’re free to define it and understand it how they choose, as long as this is the palace of which I am King, everyone’s purpose will become what I’ve laid out for them and that is suffering.

Vinny smiles.

So there is reason for me to welcome all challengers, because as I have stated in the past, the more catastrophe I can cause in one moment, the better. I’m good at that. I’ve proven that, most recently by defending my Television Championship and putting my next opponent on notice in the same night. A few weeks ago it was Drew Gulak and Larry Sweeney, last week it was Sammy Guevara and Chris Jericho.

And it will continue this way, because as long as there is humanity, there is purpose to interfere with and Horror to carry out which means that this is an exception to the finite, this is the limitless. Tonight, I continue to juggle with two hands better than what the competition can manage, better than what the World Warriors could juggle with six if they had something to possess.

Vinny pauses briefly.

In the same way that I have broken your bodies and your spirits, I will continue to break the mold and, as a result, men like Sammy and Low Ki will never break through the glass ceiling. And I don’t want reverence for it: that’s why you see no King of the Ring crown on my head, you see no cape tied onto my body, you see no scepter. Because when you see Vinny Marseglia, it should never awaken a feeling of excitement, there should be no material splendor that catches your eye. I want dread to wash over you, I want the only thing to catch your eye to be what you deem a way out before something literally catches your eye and shows you that there was never an escape.

That’s why all of those things I received for winning the tournament are being used for something else that will be revealed in due time. That’s why I have no plans on repairing the damage done to the UWF Championship once I capture it, because it’s symbolic of the company that was, and with the mark in it, it’s symbolic of the company that is now that I’m running roughshod.

And much like the days before there was a second brand on its way, there will be no Resistance. All who stand will fall. All who fall will get Redrum’d. And all who get Redrum’d...will float.

As Vinny smiles and looks sadistically into the camera, a faded effect flashes that makes it appear as though he’s wearing his face paint and crown. Vinny then turns and heads offscreen as Revolution heads elsewhere.


The camera is on Sammy And Drew backstage somewhere Sammy has a microphone as he raises it to his mouth.

Sammy Guevara: "The Miz, Vinny Marseglia, both these men have something over me which I'll never be able to reclaim until I beat them. With Vinny last week I was not up to that standard I let myself down and I let down Drew who in matter of a fact was so confident of my victory he changed his mind about coming down to the ring with me after I expressed my sureness in beating the myth known as Vinny Marseglia, I came with in finger tips of beating Marseglia. I was just not ready, I DOUBTED myself for a split second before I jumped, I jumped and I fell on my own sword, I lost because of my greatest weapon was turned against me. I will not let this hold me back next week I will unveil a new Guevara I will be better."

McIntyre takes the microphone off Guevara as he begins to speak.



Drew McIntyre: "Sammy was too cocky, he refused my help, he thought that he was on the level of Vinny Marseglia when one man alone is ready to destroy the myth of Vinny Marseglia and that man happens to be right here now talking to the masses, who all truly deep down to see Vinny get his head kicked right off his shoulders. I Drew McIntyre, will victimize Marseglia and than I'll go after the Miz and do what Sammy was unable to accomplish. I am here to bring down UWF to reveal it for the ugly son of a bitch it is. I will now explain what I am going to do to every man in the UWF with a target on their backs."



Drew McIntyre: "Larry Sweeney mr Sweet and Sour the man who when he steps in this ring with me will be crying tears, as he realises the mistake of becoming a marked man as I step over his bleeding corpse, the man is DELUSIONAL and I will be the one to end his daydream, of being something more and turn it into is worst fucking NIGHTMARE. Jimmy/Jey Uso these two men come back to the UWF and lose their debut match against guys who were not even working together as a team, really PATHETIC for the self proclaimed best tag team if you ask me I'll destroy both these men if they are ever unlucky enough to face me. Daniel Bryan what a triumphent return to UWF. The man somehow disapointed me yet again, the man has lost his step. Jack Swagger the least American, American. Colter and Jack are beyond help these two men believe they hold rights to be "real americans" but they do not belong in the UWF or America. They have only proven one thing that IGNORANCE is truly bliss. Marty Scurll is a man who thinks calling himself "the villian" makes him more than just a moniker, I will prove that every villian is put in their place by a HERO. I might happen to be that hero at the time of need, but for now I think I'll ignore the delusions of a CRAZED man. He is not even worth my time

McIntyre points to the crowd as he speaks on.



Drew McIntyre: The Miz the "most must see UWF champion" the guy who Sammy fell to I am going to EXPOSE the Miz for what he really is, just like everyone else in the UWF are fake idols. He is the man who beat a nobody like Brian Kenderick, he couldnt even do it without the help of Matt Hardy the blubbering FOOL. Jimmy Jacobs "Mr. Money in the Bank" this man has earned his way to the position he is in but I am going to put him on notice as soon as he has the COURAGE to cash in his contract he will have a 6'5 shadow stalking him. Chris Jericho the newly crowned UWF champion this man has yet to face a force of nature like myself, when I decide the day to come after the mark on his back that day may come sooner than later whether it's him or Jimmy I end up crushing.

McIntyre points to himself as he continues his rant towards the UWF.


Drew McIntyre: "I wil..."

Sammy Guevara: " Let's go."

The crowd boo as Sammy tells McIntyre to go, Thunderous boos erupt the arena making their noise heard in the arena, as McIntyre stands still and Sammy begins to walk away.

Sammy smirks as the crowd boo, Sammy makes his way off screen. McIntyre looks at Sammy with disgust not moving, Sammy is walking off as McIntyre eyes him walking away. McIntyre begins to walk away begruadgingly, as UWF goes to ad break.






Sawft is a sin by $CFO ignites on the distance as we are quickly met with the arrival of one, Enzo Amore.

ENZO AMORE: My name is Enzo Amore, and I am tha' certified franchise of this entire company. I'm 'bout to serve up the competition like some fresh spaghetti. I'm be shootin' dimes, and spreadin' truths. The hottest stud in tha' world is standin' right here. And you best believe, I'm walkin' out tall. 'Cause my opponent tonight? Ain't nothing but a S-A-W-F-T flounder. Callin' tha' shots, I'm reigning dimes. Call me a stud, and tha' whole company. 'Cause I'm tha' only man that matters. Bada-Bing bada-boom, who's the realest dude in tha' room? You're lookin' at 'em. How 'ya doin'?

Enzo would shuffle his feet much to the dismay and utter annoyance of his opponent. Can you blame them? Enzo would roll the microphone as he shuffled forward towards the ring. Preparing himself for this epic clash.

A moment of silence before...

The lights in the arena shut off completely sending the crowd into an eruption of cheers and anticipation. A single spotlight shines down onto the entrance ramp bringing to light a lone grand piano. A few moments pass before Reby Sky, Broken Matt Hardy’s wife, makes her away out from the back to take her seat at the piano. She begins to slowly play the open theme of Broken Matt’s music.



A loud ‘Delete’ chant breaks out in the crowd as Reby finishes playing and Matt’s music hits. She stands up and raises her hand, pointing towards the curtain as Matt Hardy slowly walks through it. He stands on the ramp for a few moments, his wild eyes darting from side to side. He raises his hand and screams at the top of his voice.....”WONDERFUL” before slowly making his way down the ramp. Just before he enters the ring he begins his signature ‘Delete’ hand signal while shouting the words in time with the crowd.



Finally Broken Matt makes his way up the steps and into the ring where he stands, his arms wide, soaking in the energy from the Broken Universe.



DING DING DING

Matt Hardy and Enzo lock up to start the match, Hardy gets Enzo into a side headlock, Matt looks crazed like he has a crazy idea. Hardy bites down on Enzo's ear, Amore tries to struggle free. Enzo wriggles free from Hardy, Matt goes after Enzo in the corner holding his ear. Hardy starts wildly throwing forearm smash's into Enzos Jaw...

The crowd chant "DELETE" every forearm connecting with Enzo's Jaw

Hardy leaves the corner after around ten forearms, Matt turns around and taunts to the crowd as Enzo is holding his jaw in pain. Enzo looks at Hardy with his back turned, he begins running at Matt, Hardy turns to see Enzo running at him, Matt hits a devastating side effect onto Enzo. Hardy covers Enzo...

One!

Two!

Thr..!

No! Amore somehow kicks out!

Hardy does not looked pleased with Amores resistance to his forceful attempt of winning the match, Hardy quickly mounts Amore as he sends down vicous blows down towards Enzo, Hardy connects a few stiff looking shots the the neck of Amore. Matt starts elbowing Amore to the side of the skull like he is trying to send a message to the people watching...

Mauro Ranallo: "What is going on with Matt Hardy tonight its like he is trying to murder Enzo Amore, he is usually crazy but this is a whole new vicious side of Hardy. Enzo wasnt prepared for anything like this!"

Corey Graves: "Obviously Mauro, he is sending a message to the Brian Kenderick who got a match with the Intercontinental Champion, The Miz... Hardy really believes he should have been the man to face Miz in that oppurtunity and with this showing who's going to disagree. Kenderick of coarse last week stole the victory with a roll up against Hardy which seems to have switched the trigger to on. "

Hardy grabs Enzo by his hair as he lifts him to his feet. Amore is holding his neck in pain. Hardy laughs crazily closely to Enzo's face. Hardy lifts Amore into the sky Amore flails about before quickly being sent down to the mat with a sitout crucifix powerbomb...

Tom Phillips: "Enzo looks like a lifeless doll out there, Hardy has had all of the momentum for this encounter, It does not forbode well for Enzo..."

Corey Graves: "You'd know all about lifeless dolls, Tom..."

Matt quickly gets to his feet as Enzo Amore seems stunned by Hardy's willingness to inflict punishment. Enzo slowly gets to his feet as Hardy is stalking him to his feet calling out "Delete" as his arms shoot sideways signalling the end of the match...

The crowd louder than before chant "DELETE" as the crazed Hardy signals for the end

Tom Phillips: "I can barely hear myself with how loudly the crowd are for Hardy tonight, Matt looks like he is going to finish this match with the Twist of Fate."

Hardy boots Amore in the gut as he grabs onto his head and hits him with a Twist Of Fate! Hardy hooks both legs...

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: "Here is the winner of this match, Matt Hardy!"


Matt Hardy looks in complete delight with himself as he leads the crowd in a delete chant, as the camera heads elsewhere.


In the backstage parking lot of the arena, Tyler Bate is seen standing still with his phone in his hands, presumably searching for something, a well-known figure sneaks up behind him and startles him with her words.



: Tyler?

Tyler doesn't turn around but instead replies with his back turned to the person.

Tyler Bate: Oh, what? No, I don't want a blowie right now, you skag, I might call you later if you give me your number and your prices...

: Tyler! I'm not a prostitute! I came to ask you some questions!

Tyler would turn around and get startled by Renee shouting at him, before sighing in disappointment.

Tyler Bate: Ah fuck, I kinda wish you were now. I can't really be arsed with your questions.

Renee Young: It's urgent.

Tyler Bate: Urgent? Piss off. None of your questions are urgent, at any point in time.

Renee Young: Tyler, I need to know how you feel about losing that match against Triple H. Are you angry? Annoyed with yourself?

Tyler Bate: You know, ever since I visited that forest after falling to the mat for the one, two, three against Chris, I've learned to handle my losses, and I'll be honest, I don't feel like this is a step back, I feel like this is a step forward for learning purposes, this gave me an insight into how it is to wrestle against Hunter, I know now not to doubt my opponent and likewise, it's always a smart move to go into a match with an open mindset. Does that mean I like the guy? Fuck no! By all means, he can go shove his patent-pending sledgehammer up his ass or so far down his urethra he starts pissing out blood. But you should study your opponent carefully before you fight them, take notes on their behaviour and move-set and use it to your advantage, obviously, I didn't do that, hence my "L", but I have supposedly learned, and I aim to use that in the future.

Renee Young: What now, Tyler? What now?

Tyler Bate: What in the bloody fuck do you mean, "What now?" you smegma-slobbering, cum-swallowing cocksucker? I move on, that's what. Until Hunter and I meet again, be that in another Revolution, a pay-per-view, or whatever! You really know how boil my fucking blood you little bastard, like why is this such a big deal to you? So you can rub it in my face when I fall to the mat once again, as a better performer triumphs over me? Piss off!

Renee Young: Tyle--

Tyler Bate: What did I fucking say?! Bog off, you wanker! I've got a Craigslist skag to call up! Chop chop, now!

The feed follows Renee as it fades out to black and onto the next segment of Revolution.








BURN IT DOWN!!!



Seth Rollins makes his way out to a huge standing ovation, but the look on his face says enough. He is clearly pissed off as he doesn't even care about the ovation he is getting. He ignores the fans asking for autographs and handshakes as he makes his way all the way down the ramp without even looking at any fans.


He demands a mic almost immediately and he is granted one. He waits for the ovation to die down before he begins to speak.



Seth Rollins: “It’s been a bit of a piss poor month for me if I say so myself. For one, I didn’t make it to the finals of the King of The Ring Tournament. I made it all the way to the final four of the shit, just to lose to the eventual winner. I can’t say that I’m too pleased with that. On top of that, because I made it so damn far, I got left off the card to the King of the Ring so I was forced to watch it all like a fan. That also doesn’t make me too pleased.”



“I’ve made a habit of coming out here and blowing the roof off the ring with each and all of my matches. But for some reason, I keep getting really close to the final destination, but I can’t pull off the big win. This stroke of bad luck was there for me in the Money in the Bank match. And it was there for me in the Aztec Warfare match nearly one year ago. I have a bad habit of not being able to get over the hump right now. Combined that with the fact that a child is on the verge of dying now because he couldn’t stomach the site of me losing to Vinny, and you’ve got the recipe for a very unhappy man right now. The damn icing on the cake is someone taking it upon themselves to ambush me last week and dammit! I’ve had enough!”





“I’ve got enough things on my plate right now that I need to deal with and the last thing that I need to be mysteriously attacked by someone who thinks that they can get away with this. Newsflash man, you won’t! Whoever the hell you are, you’re going to get vanished just like the last man that tried to stand in my way. My attacker is clearly someone on the roster with having access to the backstage area. My attacker is clearly someone who is listening to my very words right now. My attacker is on the verge of feeling my wrath. My attacker is one who might as well stop with the bullshit mind games and bring your ass down here!”


“That’s right, whoever is behind me being carried out on a stretcher last week, I demand you bring your weak ass out here right now and face me like a man. If I decide you can tell me and the world why you did it, then so be it. But I might just kick your damn teeth down your throat and watch you spit them out like sunflower seed shells. Come on now…. Don’t keep wasting my time! Show your damn face. You’re going to have to at some point.”


At the particular moment, the lights go out in the arena for a solid minute. And when they come back on…..






















Seth Rollins is in a daze seemingly out of it and grabbing at his back. His attacker has clearly come and gone, but not before attacking him once more. The scene fades to black as a visibly pissed off Seth is laying in the ring and a few officials come to check on him.





Chris Jericho: So how'd ya do it?

Sheamus: Do what?

Chris Jericho: Beat Vanity?

Sheamus: Vanity?

Chris Jericho: Yeah. Axeman Vanity Mitochondria. How did you beat him?

Sheamus: I didn't. It was a countout draw.

Chris Jericho: But you didn't lose. Champion's advantage, remember?

Sheamus: It wasn't a title match.

Chris Jericho: But mine will be. So how did you do it?

Sheamus: I don't know, beat him up for a few minutes, brawl on the outside, throw him into the announce table, countout. It wasn't a very long match.

Chris Jericho: That's it? So all I have to do is this?

Jericho pretends to kick Sheamus in the face a couple times.

Sheamus: Well, there's more to it that that.

Chris Jericho: Then some of these.

Jericho hits some soft body shots on Sheamus.

Sheamus: Alright, fella. Settle down. I'm still recovering, remember?

Chris Jericho: Oh yeah. I forgot. How are you coming along with that anyway?

Sheamus: Well, I'm gonna talk to EC3 about being entered into the draft.

Chris Jericho: Oh cool. I thought about another thing I could do to him. I want to see what you think.

Sheamus: Chris, I get that you need to prepare, but don't you think this is a bit much?

Chris Jericho: Don't worry. I'll make sure you're safe.

Sheamus: Maybe you should free yourself from this "plan" you have and just do what you've been doing. It's worked this long, right?

At that moment, Jericho was aiming a fake kick towards Sheamus's leg. Something said during Sheamus's last words seemed to have triggered something, as the next thing Jericho saw was a heap of human on the floor and a horrified Ethan Carter III.

Ethan Carter III: What the hell happened??? You bent his kneecap backwards!!!

Chris Jericho: Uh... I don't know. I was prepping for my title match, showing him a few moves...

Ethan Carter III: Did you have to bent his knee backwards to do it??? Chris, I don't even know what to say!!!

Chris Jericho: Sorry. It won't happen again.

Ethan Carter III: Of course it won't happen again. He'll be gone for even longer now. My God, this is worse than last time.

Sheamus: Don't... ow... worry about... ow... me, Eth-ow.

Sheamus is carried away on a stretcher. Looks like he won't be back after all.

Ethan Carter III: Chris, my office. Now.


Adam Cole: Well Renee you got two questions in there for the price of one so let me take them one at a time so you get value for your money. First up, am I more focused? Let's call that a resounding 'you bet your ass'. Now, it's easy for a man to say he's more focused but it doesn't mean he is. Hell, a man might even convince himself he's focused, especially if he needs to believe he is, but unless that feeling truly resonates through every fibre of his being - and not just through his words - he's doomed to failure. Now I'm a man who's become accustomed to failure - in a most unwelcome way - in recent weeks and I did not care for it. I did not care for how it felt and I do not intend to feel it again.

So how does a man like me ensure he truly regains and maintains his focus Renee? Well at times like this I look to a higher power, I look to someone whose words and teachings have led me on the righteous path for almost my entire life. His teachings, many of which are captured here in this book I have in my hand today; the good book, continue to inspire and drive me. I'm of course talking about the big man...

His eyes drift skywards

HBK, Shawn Michaels!

Renee Young: HBK!? I thought you were talking about Jesus?

Adam Cole: What, Jesus?
No. HBK! Anyone who knows me knows he's been a huge inspiration throughout my career. Over the last week or so I've been re-reading his autobiography, 'Wrestling for My Life'-



Renee Young: Ah, that's the good book

Adam Cole: It IS a good book Renee, hell it's a great book. And I gotta say, revisiting it has had an amazing effect on me. Where I was confused before I now have clarity. Where my purpose was clouded, now I have focus. I've realised what was missing, why I was misfiring, why I was stagnating and I've already taken steps to remedy all of that. You'll come to see the outcome of those steps in good time but for now all you need to know is I'm back BAY BAY! Praise be to the one true Showstopper!

By following in HBK's footsteps I have no doubt I will get back to winning ways. I have no doubt I'll ascend to the top of this business and I have no doubt the name 'Adam Cole' will once again be synonymous with being the pay-per-view draw. That of course brings me on to your second question, and Summerslam...

As he says those words he slowly turns 180 degress, facing away from Renee Young and seemingly looking out to an imagined horizon



What does summer mean to you Renee? Blazing sunshine, sandy beaches, nightswimming, drink swilling? Bikinis, mankinis, maybe something a little in betweeni? Not for me. For me, summer means... history. Summer's when legendary stories have their origin, when those that are destined for greatness take their first steps towards it. In other words... Summerslam.

He turns back around to face her again

I'm gonna be at Summerslam Renee cause I will win tonight and prove to the powers that be that a pay-per-view without Adam Cole ain't worth paying for. I'm gonna be at Summerslam cause that's where the Heartbreak Kid would be. I'm gonna be at Summerslam cause that's where Adam Cole should be.

So to summarize my answers to your questions Renee; yes my focus is in place. Yes, I am ready to go to Summerslam. I am ready to win. I am ready to jump start the Adam Cole story. I am ready to take my first steps towards greatness...

If that answers your questions satisfactorily then my question back to you and the rest of the UWF is; are you ready?



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!



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.

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.



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 tells the PA guys to cut his music.

Rude:In just a moment, each of you are going to witness one of the most brutal landslide victories that you've ever witnessed as myself and my tag team partner the Big Bad Booty Daddy himself, Scott Steiner wipe the floor with these two morons. Ya know, we've heard a lot of smack about how we're washed up, has-beens, old-timers, blah, blah, blah. But what I don't hear you talking about or even coming close to admitting is how each and every one of these women in the crowd are drooling and foaming at the mouth just hoping to a piece or even just a taste of "Ravishing" Rick Rude and Big Poppa Pump. How many of you young twerps' asses am I going to have to kick before you start realizing that I'm not just another old dog still scrapping for a bone? I'm in just as good of shape, if not better, than most of you on this roster. I don't have one ounce of ring rust, either.
So, Adam Cole...I hate to break it to ya kid, but your little losing streak is going to just continue for at least another week, because you've got no chance on getting out of this one. And Kendrick, you think you deserve better...but hold your head up with pride. Because after tonight, you're going to be able to brag to your friends back home that you got to get your ass kicked by two bonafide legends in this business.
Now...with all of that being said....



The crowd begins to boo as they know what's coming up next.



Rude: When Big Poppa Pump goes around behind to do the bump and grind, it's only a matter of time...before all these women in the building and watching at home will be calling him the Big Bad Booty Daddy...sorry Scotty, I just felt inspired. So what I'd like to have right now, is for all of you fat, out of shape, smelly, lazy, hair lipped, cross-eyed, first of the month trailer park trash to sit down, shut up, and keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these women here and at home what a real man is supposed to look like.

Hit my music!



"Whatta Man" by Salt n Peppa plays on as Rick disrobes and does his usual pose.





DING! DING! DING!

Adam and Steiner are the first two to start this thing off with a hold at one another before Steiner snaps in a headlock. The larger man has the advantage, and he's pretty vocal about it. Cole's able to push him off, stand straight up, and throw his hands up.

Adam Cole: "ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!"

The crowd can't stop but sing along with it, and Cole has a shit eating, but Freakzilla simply lariats Cole! Cole scrambles up, and eats another lariat, before being lifted high up over him with a Gorilla Press! He's about to slam Cole down, but The Brian Kendrick swipes in the ring and chop blocks the leg of Steiner, causing Cole to fall on top of him before rolling out. Rude swears at him, but Brian simply goes back to the apron with a concentrated look. Cole stands up and stomps away at the head of Steiner, keeping him down. He stomps again and again, but Steiner's taking the blows like a champ before standing up with each hit. Cole goes for an elbow, it connects, and Steiner pushes him backward for enough space to hit a dropkick!

Corey Graves: "What a dropkick! Freakzilla's making quite the impression here."

Cole looks stunned as he's suddenly up again, holding his chest in pain. Steiner lifts him up for a suplex clutch, and chucks him halfway across the ring, flexing his stuff to the crowd. Cole's thrown over into his corner, and Kendrick leans over and tags himself in, leaping up to the top rope, and backing up Steiner into his own corner with a leaping dropkick! Steiner's back hits the turnbuckle, and Rude tags himself in. Steiner doesn't realize this and goes after Kendrick, who slips through with a slide under Steiner and dropkicked him in the back. Cole was still in the ring, so he aimed a finger gun at Steiner after the dropkick and floored him with a Superkick!

Maruo Ranallo: "Superkick! Steiner might be out of commission here!"

Steiner rolls out of the ring, but both Kendrick and Cole pay the piper, as Rude comes off the top rope with a double diving lariat! They both wildly get up, and Cole is knocked back with multiple strikes into the corner, before Rude takes a few steps back, and hits a Stinger Splash, causing Cole to roll out. It's now Kendrick and Rude. Rude tries to grab him, but Kendrick brushes it off with multiple punches to the head, before throwing him into the ropes. Kendrick goes for a strike, but Rude ducks under it, rebounds, and pushes Kendrick down with a shoulder block before going for a pin.

...1!





...2!





...Kickout!

Brian kicks out, and Cole from the outside is quick to drag Rude out from the bottom rope and ram him shoulder first into the steel steps! Cole grins in delight, but Steiner slowly rises up and chases after Cole! It's like a dog after a chicken, as Cole goes around and around. But he's stopped in his tracks by Rude who quickly gets up and strikes down Cole, falling with him with a lariat! Steiner gets in the ring as the illegal man while Kendrick flais at him with right hands. Steiner pushes him away and runs after him, but the "Man with A Plan" dropkicks the leg of Steiner and transitions it into the Captain's Hook!

Tom Phillips: "What a counter! He could ge the win here with this! Look at Kendrick's face!"

Like a rabid dog, Kendrick pulls back on the neck of Steiner, as if he wants to rip the head off, while Big Poppa Pump starts gagging and coughing out saliva. Rude sees this and tries to enter the ring, but Cole from under the apron low blows him! The ref didn't see it since he was too busy trying to tell Kendrick that Steiner's not legal! Cole quickly drags in Rude and yells for Kendrick to make the cover! He snaps out of his state and does as Cole says!

...1!





...2!





...No!

Rude just barely kicks out, holding his groin in pain. Steiner is almost out of it, but he manages to roll into the apron, while Cole gets to his side. Both Kendrick and Rude crawl to their corners, and they both get the tag! But they're still standing in the ring, and now both teams are brawling one another. Rude and Kendrick are so frivierilous in their fight, while Steiner manages to chuck Cole away! Kendrick's stuck now as Rude holds him in a full nelson, yelling for Steiner to help up. Freakzilla is more than happy too, but as he runs for a lariat, Kendrick ducks under it and accidentally leaves Rude hung to dry on the outside! Rude is almost out but manages to stand up, while Steiner looks at Kendrick, running at him for some more damage. Kendrick ducks under it, keeps running, and leaps over the top rope for a cross body to Rude!

Maruo Ranallo: "Mama-mia! What a high risk move!"

Steiner looks on in shock, and suddenly remembers Cole, as he turns around and is met with an inside craddle by him!


...1!






...2!





...3!


DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: "Here are your winners, Adam Cole and THE Brain Kendrick!"



Cole quickly rolls out of the ring with a smile on his face, as Steiner stands there pissed off and yelling at the ref. As for Kendrick and Rude, they've started brawling, right hands to one another. Cole sees this, and opts to save himself from the trouble, hopping over the barricade to make his escape. Officals are drawn out from back, and they're forced to seperate the two, as we go to commercial break.


Ethan Carter III: What the hell is up with you?

Chris Jericho: I said I was sorry. What else do you want from me?

Ethan Carter III: It's not just today. It's everything you've done since Backlash. The Fozzy mishaps, your insistence on your family being involved in everything when they don't even care about wrestling, and now this? I think you have a problem.

Chris Jericho: I'm fine, Ethan.

Jericho starts to look around the room, obviously uninterested in the conversation. He sees a poster of George Washington, having just chopped down a cherry tree, with the caption

"I cannot tell a lie."

Ethan Carter III: I see you've noticed my poster. It's a sign of my loyalty to the company and the trust the superstars have in me to deliver on promises. When I say something, I mean it.

But Jericho sees something different. Instead of George Washington, the man wielding the axe is Vinny Marseglia himself, staring into the eyes of Jericho.

Chris Jericho: Oh my God.

Ethan Carter III: What?

Chris Jericho: Oh nothing. I just realised I forgot to pay my water bill. Nothing major.

Ethan Carter III: Well, do you need help paying it? I can cover you if you do.

Chris Jericho: No, I'm good.

Ethan Carter III: Fine. Anyway...

Carter continues saying words, but Jericho doesn't really hear them. He instead looks at two inspirational posters, one saying "NOTHING IS FREE" and the other saying "DO IT YOURSELF".

Ethan Carter III: If you look at those posters cross-eyed, it says "DO NOTHING". It's funny.

But when Jericho looks at them cross-eyed and the words start to blur, he doesn't see "DO NOTHING", but instead seeing the opposite words coming together.

Chris Jericho: Welp, Ethan, it has been fun, but I have to go. Now.

Ethan Carter III: Well, if you insist. Good luck tonight.

But Jericho doesn't hear him. He can only think about one thing. That two-word twelve-letter phrase.

FREE YOURSELF


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̱̮͚



I WARNED YOU.



HEED THE WARNING, SETH ROLLINS. DO NOT SHOW UP. DO NOT FIGHT. DO NOT LOOK FOR ME. YOU WILL REGRET IT. STAY DOWN WITH THE FALL. THIS IS PROJECT 717. THIS IS EVOLUTION IN THE PUREST FORM. GONE ARE THE DAYS OF OLD. THE NEW IS THE NOW. THE NOW IS THE NEW. THE CAPITOL WILL NOT ACCEPT AN INTOLERANT CRETIN INTERRUPTING MOTHER AMERICA'S PLANS TO RULE THE UWF.



DO NOT MAKE ME REGRET GIVING YOU THIS CHANCE. YOU WILL BE HUNG LIKE JESUS CHRIST FOR THIS GREAT COUNTRY IF YOU REBEL AND WILL BE FORCED TO BE THE ICON FOR OUR GREAT NEW NATION.




Corey Graves: “Up next, we see Low Ki face off with the “Horror King” Vinny Marseglia for the UWF Television Championship. A match many members of the UWF Universe have been very excited to seeing these two clash over the UWF Television Championship.”

Tom Phillips: “Indeed Corey, as of late Vinny Marseglia has been having a firm grasp onto that UWF Television Championship, as he looks forward to Summerslam where he faces the UWF Champion, Chris Jericho. Or could Low Ki be the controller of how he’ll head into Summerslam with taking that strap off from Vinny’s waist. Find out tonight in a battle of the contender vs the champion.”

vs

UWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

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.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen this match is for the UWF Television Championship! Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at 174 lbs. Low Ki!



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 including the UWF Television Championship off to a ringside official as Vinny gets ready for the match ahead.

The referee shows the UWF Television Championship to Low Ki then once again to Vinny Marseglia to then present it finally to the crowd as they cheer. The championship is passed to the outside. Shortly after the referee calls for the bell to begin this contest.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The two stare each other out trying to top one another’s intensity by just a little bit. They end up getting closer and closer until they end up verbally trying to one up each other until Vinny strikes out by hitting a forearm rather stiffly on Low Ki. Low Ki shrugs off the forearm and delivers one to Vinny. Vinny reacts with giving a kick to Low Ki’s chest. Low Ki strikes back much harder sending him rolling back into the ring.

Vinny shudders up into the corner as Low Ki stomps over rather comically and quickly to continue the attack on Vinny. He begins to stomp out Vinny in the corner, 1-2-3-4- no! Vinny stops Low Ki’s boot from coming down and holds it strongly. Vinny then suddenly goes to get up and keeps the boot in hand and then throws Low Ki down by pushing his sole upwards. He then stays on the leg and turns it into a single leg boston crab.

Tom Phillips: “Vinny really wrenching back on that leg… you can break an ankle like that!”

The referee goes to go and check if Low Ki is going to tap out as Vinny wrenches back on Low Ki’s leg. The referee forces the break as Low Ki quickly gets to the ropes. Vinny although holds in for a while longer. 1-2-3-, Vinny lets go of Low Ki. Vinny then waits for Low Ki to get back up to his feet. As soon as he does, Vinny tries to run into him with a clothesline but Low Ki ducks as Vinny clides with the ropes. Low Ki then takes advantage and pulls his legs up to throw him over the top rope. The referee shouts at him as he continues to ignore them.

Low Ki rallies up the crowd as he waits for Vinny to stand up on the outside of the ring. As soon as Vinny stands Low Ki hits the ropes and dives straight over the top to Vinny. The crowd start to chant “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” as Vinny slides under the ring. Low Ki continues to rally up the crowd as the referee starts to count.

1-

Low Ki then realises he needs to get Vinny back into the ring to win the match and looks around for him. He looks to where he could have went and then lifts up the ring apron to await a flurry of red balloons. Low Ki becomes startled backwards as Vinny slides out from the ring with an axe in hand. The referee urges Vinny not to kill Low Ki as he tries to do his job.

Corey Graves: “Vinny Marseglia back at it with the axe again, do something referee!”

2-

Tom Phillips: “You don’t think he’s actually going to use it… do you Corey?”

3-

Vinny then stomps towards Low Ki swinging his axe about as Low Ki is trying to matrix dodge all of Vinny’s swings. Left- missed. Right- ducks underneath. Swings down to the mat to chop his leg off- Low Ki quickly rolls backwards. Vinny’s axe gets stuck in the mat on the outside as he struggles to get it out.

4-

Vinny doesn’t give up on trying to get the axe out of the mat and Low Ki steps back and then runs towards him with a huge dropkick sending the axe flying back a metre behind him and Vinny plummeting down to the mat.

5-

Low Ki then picks up Vinny and rolls him into the ring. He rolls in shortly after following him into the ring. Low Ki keeps the attack going by dragging Vinny into the middle of the ring and then stomping down onto his leg. Low Ki then quickly grabs both legs and then turns it into a double leg boston crab.

Corey Graves: “...really wrenching down on that.”

Vinny gets to the ropes and immediately Low Ki drags him up to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Vinny hits the ropes but upon returning is lifted up and thrown right back down with a huge spinebuster. Low Ki goes for a cover on Vinny after this.

1…

2…

Vinny kicks out at 2 and a half.

As Vinny kicks out Low Ki kips himself back up to his feet and then waits for him to get up taunting him to get up. He readies himself up, kicks back down one leg, steps over and hits the Black Magic. As Low Ki looks down upon Vinny who had just been knocked down to the mat.

Corey Graves: “That could be it- oh wait. It looks like he’s not done with Vinny! He wants to win it with defiance!”

He slides Vinny into a corner and climbs up to the top rope. He then dives for the Warriors Way but Vinny rolls quickly out of the way to the other corner as Low Ki is left on his feet. He then stomps over to where Vinny has rolled away to. He then lifts Vinny up by his head. Vinny then ends up in a front facelock as he holds a leg, looking for the Ki Krusher.

Vinny then goes for the rollup after these hooks were in. The Ki Krusher is stopped as the referee goes to count the fall.

1…

Low Ki kicks out at one for the rollup.

The two of them explode out after the kick out to the rollup as they both almost immediately get up to their feet. Low Ki then gets right up in Vinny Marseglia’s face as he looks to confront him about the rollup. Vinny clearly has had enough of this and pushes Low Ki back with both hands and then hits a huge roundhouse kick slapping against Low Ki’s cheek as he trembles back down to the mat.

Tom Phillips: “Damn, don’t get in the face of Vinny Marseglia I guess.”

Corey Graves: “That man is a psycho Tom. A bird flying past him would probably end up in an explosion of feathers.”

Vinny awaits Low Ki to get back up to his feet as he quickly runs into the corner. He charges up Low Ki and then swings for a superkick but gets schoolboy rolled up, then instead of going for the cover Low Ki allows Vinny to roll through to hits him right in the head with a grounded enziguri.

Low Ki then gets up and grabs Vinny back up to his feet in a front facelock, hooks the leg and then lands a huge Ki Krusher! Low Ki goes for the cover quite close to the ropes.

1…

2…

Thr-

The referee notices that Vinny’s foot is on the ropes therethore meaning that he can’t count the three.

Low Ki then shouts loudly at the referee cursing at him for losing the opportunity to become the UWF Television Champion for the first time in his career. Vinny then slowly recovers to the bottom rope as this is happening, as Low Ki seems to give up on the argument he heads back over to Vinny.

Vinny then looks up bitterly at Low Ki as he reaches down for him and allows him to raise him up but as soon as he gets the chance he hits a strong forearm into Low Ki’s upper neck knocking him down. As Vinny sees the opportunity he stomps Low Ki down a bit as he looks to finish it. He climbs up to the top rope and hits the ReDrum off the top rope. He quickly goes for the cover.

1…

2…

3!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner and STILL UWF Television Champion, Vinny Marseglia!”



Vinny Marseglia rolls off Low Ki as the referee gets his UWF Television Championship for him after he slowly gets up as his theme continues to play. He raises the retained strap above his head.

Tom Phillips: “Another win for Vinny Marseglia in the lead up for his Summerslam clash against Chris Jericho for his UWF Championship. But the real question remains, will he keep that Championship? As we’re halfway there until he can get the opportunity to be a double champion.”

Corey Graves: “That could be a possibility Tom, but personally. I hope he loses that belt before Summerslam then Chris Jericho squashes him down.”

Vinny then rolls out of the ring and heads to the back as UWF heads elsewhere.


Revolution moves backstage as we track Daniel Bryan moving backstage, he's got a stack of papers under his arm as he enters a room backstage. We're greeted with the sight of Nigel McGuinness, his head buried in his hands sitting at a table full of nondescript bottles of purple colored liquids. The door closing prompts Nigel to speak without moving his head.

Nigel McGuinness
I swear to Christ Marty if you've brought me another "proof of concept" my heart may literally explode as I throttle you with my own bare...

Oh, it's you Daniel. So sorry about all that, it's been a long...research session for Villain Energy. What can I do for you?

Daniel Bryan
I just wanted you to read over this contract I drew up for my match with Triple H at Summerslam. When he responds to my challenge, and believe me, he's gonna respond, I want everything drawn up and ready for our 30 minute Ironman match at Summerslam. Just wanted to make sure everything in here is airtight before then. But this...this is way more interesting. What's going on here?

Bryan gestures to all of the drinks at the table which prompts a sigh from Nigel before he begins to explain.

Nigel McGuinness
Well, I brought in a couple Villain Energy prototypes for Marty to try before we go about trying to secure a supplier, bottler, distributor, etc. Well, he got a bit...overzealous and started to bring in and concoct his own prototypes and well....he's gone a bit overboard. He bolted out of the room like a bat out of hell to go find some more "inspiration" and I've been back here sipping so many energy drinks that the atoms in my body are moving so fast I can hear the passage of time. It's just the shriek of a small child really. Endlessly shrieking...It haunts me now...

Nigel begins to stare off into the distance as Bryan tries to snap his fingers to get his attention but to no avail. It isn't until Marty Scurll re-enters the room with an armful of more bottles full of purple liquid and kicks the door closed that he snaps out of it. Marty walks over to the table and places the bottles down as he speaks.

"THE VILLAIN" Marty Scurll
Ooooo Nigel, I think we have a real winner in this batch. I think...oh hey Daniel...I think there's something magical here. Plus this batch is certified vegan so we can go after that market like you said. 'Ave a taste.

Marty holds one bottle up to Nigel who pushes it away, his eye twitching from the energy surging in his system. As Marty starts to plead with Nigel, he's interrupted by Daniel grabbing the bottle and taking one big gulp. Nigel has a look of shock on his face while Marty has a big smile at the act. Daniel stands there looking a little disgusted at the taste as he comments on it.

Daniel Bryan
Uggfffh. That just straight up tasted like purple. I don't know how this generation can dr-

Bryan cuts himself off as his pupils to the point his irises seemingly disappear. He stands like this, immobile for a few seconds before his entire body shudders and he's back to reality as his pupils return to normal. Bryan looks as though he woke up from a ten year coma as he speaks.

Daniel Bryan
I think I just witnessed both the Big Bang and the inevitable heat death of the universe simultaneously with a slideshow of human history stringing it all together. I have no idea what the hell you put in this Marty, but if this is certified vegan, consider me sold on this mixture for Villain Energy. Full funding from me, make it happen Nigel.

Nigel McGuinness
Right. I've lined up some factories that'll let us mix some batches during the weekends and will even help us bottle and distribute it at first for a 27% cut of our profits and final say on the logo design, but that's the price of doing business.

Daniel Bryan
I said full funding. No piggybacking on someone else's success. Villain Enterprises wasn't built on the back of someone else's successful wrestling career. It was a rising star and his manager laying the foundation for something great. Villain Energy will be the exact same. Our own factory, our own distribution. I believe in this the same way I believe in your collective vision for the future. So just tell me how big the check has to be gentlemen. I've got a match to prepare for. And remember. Long. Live. THE VILLAIN.

With that Bryan drops his contract in front of Nigel to be perused later as he leaves the room. Marty has a devilish grin on his face as he rubs his hands together.

"THE VILLAIN" Marty Scurll
How big the check has to be? O ho ho, you know what this means, right Nigel?

Nigel McGuinness
We are not ripping off the newest member of our business association Marty. No matter how tempting a blank check may be.

"THE VILLAIN" Marty Scurll
Oh come on Nigel, just enough for one Absolute Corker. To celebrate our inevitable victories at Summerslam! We'll make it the launch party for Villain Energy as well, get that publicity and label it a marketing expense. Whattya say?

Nigel can only shake his head at the grinning Villain as Revolution fades into its next segment.




The live feed goes to the very well decorated ringside area, our familiar host standing inside the ring alongside his two lackies, the mat covered with red carpeting and multiple Hollywood-stylized chairs situated around the ring, which can only mean one thing. The camera zooms in on our host, who lifts up his microphone to a chorus of boos.



Miz: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT IS TIME ONCE AGAIN FOR THE MOST MUST-SEE UWF TALK SHOW IN HISTORY, BETTER THAN THE HIGHLIGHT REEL, WELCOME TO-”

In a bit of a surprise, the crowd actually goes along with Miz as he raises the microphone, his energy seeming to pierce through the crowd’s usual negativity as they yell out “MIZ TV!”.

Miz: “Miz TV, and this is a very special edition of Miz TV, and why’s that, Miz? Why is this a special episode well I’ll tell you, my loyal Mizfits-”

This very forced nickname for the audience snaps them back into reality as they begin to berate Miz with a chorus of boos which Miz soaks up as per usual

Miz: “The reason this is a special edition is because last week I proved myself right once again by taking the so-called destiny that THE Brian Kendrick said would lead him to becoming Intercontinental Champion and throwing it in the trash where it rightfully belongs, dropping Kendrick face-first on the mat with a Skull Crushing Finale and having my hand raised as YOUR Intercontinental Champion once again. I didn’t even get a full week break before my title defense, but it matters not as I proved once again why I am The Most Must-See Intercontinental Champion in UWF History, as my Never-Ending Intercontinental Championship Tour reaches Day 108! And it reaches the 108th day off of an unprecedented TWO title defenses in the span of less than a week!”

The crowd is having absolutely none of The Miz’s usual antics and are feverishly booing the suited man, who just stands in the ring with a grin on his face as he raises his Intercontinental Championship to an even bigger roar of jeers.

Miz: “Thank you, thank you all, I’ll take all the praise that you’re giving me and return it in spades, because no matter who I face off in this ring, whether it be Vinny Marseglia, whether it be Daniel Bryan, or whether it be THEE Brian Kendrick, there is always, ALWAYS one certainty when you step into the ring with The A-Listing, Goon Hiring, Red Carpet Walking, 5-star match making son of a gun-”

As Miz is saying this, he is strutting around the ring the entire time just like his former mentor, “The Nature Boy” Ric Flair.

Miz: “and that is that The Awesome One, no matter who he faces, will always leave this ring as-”

ALL ABOARD HAHAHAHA!



Miz is SHOOK by the appearance of CM Punk as Punk steps out onto the ramp with a mic in his hand. He gets down on one knee, checks what time it is; "IT'S MY TIME!". He lifts the microphone up to his mouth.

CM Punk: "I'm sorry but I couldn't let you go on any further. I was backstage and I was just sick of hearing your voice rambling on and on. You act like having a 108 day streak is so great but how about being the first ever UWF champion in history? That good enough for you? Let's be totally honest here Miz, the only reason you've had that 108 day streak is because I wasn't here. You've had that streak going on for so long because you are yet to face off against me. So I think it's about time for you to grow a pair and face me at SummerSlam because, I'm going to take what is rightfully mine."



Punk walks down the ramp whilst addressing the Miz, he quickly gets up the steps and into the ring. He wastes no time getting into Miz's face.

CM Punk: "You want to prove how great you are, kid? Then, you'll gracefully accept my challenge. You are yet to face anyone like me, Miz. I'm just better and you know I am! I'm better than everyone in this goddamn company! Yet we have assholes like you that act like beating Brian Kendrick has proved that you're the greatest of all time?! Can you just face reality for one moment? You will never be great. Not in this company or any other. You claim to be some kind of A-Lister but I think 'straight to DVD' movies make you anything but that! I'm THE future hall of famer and I want that belt! I'm going to beat you so fucking bad that you won't even know what hit you. By the time I'm finished with you Miz - Rollins is going to be coming to visit you in the hospital as a part of your wish."

Punk's arm lowers for a second whilst he stares right through the eyes of The Miz. He raises the mic back up to his mouth and strolls round the ring whilst speaking.

CM Punk: "It's the beginning of a new era, Miz and you're not going to be a part of it. I don't just want this title, I deserve this title. Last week, I beat the Money In The Bank winner then the week before that, I beat the current UWF champion, and the former UWF champion in the same match. I'm the hottest thing going in the UWF at the moment, and if you can't handle hearing me say that, then you're completely in denial and even more of an idiot than I originally thought you were. I want you to put your money where your mouth is. So, what do you say? Put her there?"

Punk stops strolling, walks right over to the Miz, spits on his hand and extends it out for a handshake..


: Ladies, ladies….please. Let’s just pause this invigorating conversation for just a moment.


The camera pans around to the entrance stage as Eric Bischoff and Rick Rude are standing on the stage.





Bischoff: Did I just hear you correctly Punk whenever you said that you deserved this title shot? That’s cute, I mean, really. You actually think that you’ve done anything that deserves a title shot? Considering your success in tag team matches, maybe you should go on back to the back and start lobbying the championship committee to bring back the tag team titles? Because that’s the majority of your success here, unlike your singles match history. In your last singles match, I seem to recall my client “Ravishing” Rick Rude defeating you. So this imaginary number one contendership that you’ve handed yourself should then be, by all rights, in the hands of the one and only “Ravishing” Rick Rude.


Rick takes the microphone from Eric.






Rude: Normally, I would let Eric say all that he needs to say...but I just can’t get over the thought of one simple thing. The fact that CM Puke thinks that he is the one that defeated Jimmy Jacobs this past week….I seem to recall scoring the winning pinfall in that match. I also seem to recall taking Jimmy Jacobs to his very limit in a singles match, something that neither of you have been able to do just yet. Don’t worry boys, there may still be time for you in your career to be at least half as good as me….I don’t have to prove that I’m the better man between you and I again do I? Because I would have no problem kicking your ass from pillar to post again. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gained some respect from you along the way...but I don’t mind getting my hands dirty one more time. As for our champion over here…


Rick turns to face Miz.



Rude: I tell ya, Mikie...You seem to have a lot of things going for you right now. But that “There’s Something About Mary” hairstyle you’re rocking isn’t one of them. And for you to say that you’ve had some five-star matches, well that’s a bit of a stretch don’t you think, Mikie? 108 days as champion is something to hold your head high about, if you actually defended against some noteworthy opponents, that is. But even that must come to an end. The Roman Empire lasted 507 years. Woodstock was a hell of a party, but even it had to end. And this little championship reign of yours...well. The minute that the management of this company wise up and give me the title shot that I deserve, then sadly that will be when this reign comes to an end. So, with all of that being said. What I’d like to have right now….


Rick Rude pauses to let the crowd simmer down before starting his legendary phrase whenever

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. Brian Steps out onto the stage, mic in hand already.



The Brian Kendrick
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This is not what is going to happen. I know it, everyone here knows it and deep down in that pathetic soul of yours Miz even you know that I HAD YOU BEAT! I AM THE TRUE, UNCROWNED INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! I don't care what you think you've done to earn the right to challenge for that belt, I'm the only one here that deserves a match for that title. So all of you can step off, and go back to the end of the line because I am the only number one contender and the line starts BEHIND me! I was seconds from wearing that over my shoulder and there's only one reason why I'm not, and that's that idiot, delusional buffoon Matt Hardy. He got in the way of my destiny. He interrupted my fate. And if anyone is going to challenge Miz for that title, it's going to be me, and ONLY ME!

Kendrick is more pissed than anyone has ever seen him before. He stares a hole in all of the people here, daring any one of them to say that he's wrong.

And I don't need to wait until SummerSlam because Miz, I'm coming to get my title right n--


“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: UNCROWNED CHAMPION OF THE INTERCONTINENTALS YOU SAY!?

Bang on cue ‘Broken’ Matt Hardy pushes his way through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp. A loud ‘Delete’ chant erupts from the crowd to welcome ‘The Broken One.’ Hardy paces back and forth on the entrance ramp, looking more eratic than usual.



“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: How DARE you stand before me and my BROKEN WARRIORS and disrespect our collective intelligence! Everyone knows that you are not the UNCROWNED CHAMPION….That title belongs to ONE MAN….That title belongs to ONE BROKEN VESSEL…. That title belongs to BROKEN MATT HARDY Yeassss!

Hardy begins to slowly make his way down the ramp, his eyes darting between all the different men in the ring, sizing them up, one by one.

“BROKEN” Matt Hardy: I defeated this man here, the one holding a talk show in the middle of a wrestling ring. I pinned his shoulders to the mat 1...2...3! No-one has more claim to this PRESTIGIOUS championship title than I. This SITUATION must be addressed IMMEDIATELY! I dont care if i have to DELETE you all individually or collectively…..but one way or another….you will all fade away and be classed as OBSOLETE and I will be left standing there as the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE INTERCONTINENTALS! The time for talking is OVAH....The time for DELETION is now!

Hardy drops the microphone and makes dart for the ring, he is stopped in his tracks at the ring apron when The Miz ends up raising his hand to the air, trying to get some order in this.



Miz: “WHEN MY HAND GOES UP YOUR MOUTHS GO SHUT!”

Miz is absolutely seething as the 5 men are all standing in the ring, Miz still having the Intercontinental Championship around his shoulder as he lifts the microphone again.

Miz: “What the hell is this?! I did not invite you guys here, this was supposed to be MY moment! Why does it always have to be that when I try to have a moment it has to be interrupted by anyone and everyone who are looking for a title shot? Maybe if you guys paid a little bit of respect to me, then I would actually consider giving you an Intercontinental Championship match! And, christ, look at the people who even came out. I mean, Punk, what was last week supposed to be? You hold a mock funeral for me and you try to run my name through the mud, try to make me look like a devil for giving two guys a well paying job, for putting on quality matches with people in this ring whether they deserve the title shot or not, and you even go as far as saying that even if my wife got hurt by The Gunns that I would forgive them?! Even just saying a few bullet points I’ve found exactly what is wrong with what is being said there: You aren’t describing me as Intercontinental Champion, you are describing exactly what you would do because the so-called “Best In The World” is nothing more than a hypocrite, coming out to try and vilify me and label my title reign dead in the water once I face you even though the only thing that’s dead between you and me is your UFC career, but that’s a bit of a low blow even coming from me.”

Miz takes a few steps backwards from Punk, and now turns to Rude and Bischoff.

Miz: “Oh and everyone, look! It’s Rick Rude, coming out with the Ken doll himself Eric Bischoff to speak for him because Rick doesn’t have any personality other than being sexy! I honestly don’t even want to talk about you two, since I don’t have the rest of the show to be running your names through the mud like you so rightfully deserve.”

Miz then looks towards Kendrick, and begins laughing a bit before raising the microphone properly.

Miz: “You-you actually think you had me beat?! Kid I told you before and I’ll tell you again, destiny doesn’t exist! And you’re trying to sit there and call Hardy the delusional buffoon...but speaking of, Matt, I do have quite a few-”

Miz gets cut off when...




trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble
trouble trouble trouble

The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a mixed reaction. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.

EC3: OK, I'm going to stop you all right there. I don't know if any of you have looked around recently but I've been extremely busy for the past two months. That doesn't mean that I haven't been paying attention to everyone putting my name in their mouths for a cheap reaction. I could just talk shit about everyone blaming "management" for their lack of going out and taking what they want but instead, I'm going to give all of you an opportunity. Well, all of you except The Miz.

You're right about what you said last week. It's my fault you've only defended that title twice. I mean I can't even count all the times you wanted to defend that title instead of fighting for the UWF Championship. So in order to make up for that, here's what we're going to do. The Brian Kendrick was in fact screwed out of the match last week but Matt Hardy, well he did already beat you Miz. So at Summerslam, you'll be defending your championship against both men.

A loud pop from the crowd only makes Miz more furious.

EC3: As for you two? You've been working surprisingly well together. If we had a tag division, I'd put you in it. Sadly we don't but you two have been stacking up some wins as of late so I'll tell you what, you'll also be challenging for The Miz's Intercontinental Championship at Summerslam! And we'll do it in a Scramble Match! Have fun!

EC3 smirks and heads to the back, Hardy nodding on the Titantron and the other three with smiles on their faces as well. All except for The Miz as the scene fades out.


The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. Palmer Cannon is shown to be hard at work in his office, as is tradition. He's pouring over some official-looking documents when there's a knock on is door. What's that? A knock? How pleasantly surprising. Normally, he thinks to himself, people just barge -

Sweeney: CANNON!

Larry Sweeney shouts at him as he barges in.

Cannon: No, please, come in. Make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you a seat?

Palmer's tone is robotically flat and sardonic in it's delivery. The humor of man jaded by years of corporate wear-and-tear. Larry Sweeney marches over to his desk, slams his hands down on it and leans right up in Cannon's face.



Sweeney: Let me make one thing perfectly... undeniably... absolutely... crystal... freakin' clear to ya pal! I'm not the kind of guy you can just... just... summon like an obedient mutt whenever you want. I'm the kind of man you wait in line for. I'm the kind of man where your people call my people only to be told that you're gonna have to be put on hold because I am a very - nay - exceptionally important -

Cannon: - and yet here you stand -

Sweeney: - person and I am only here as a professional courtesy to you. That's right. Professional. Courtesy. Not because I'm afraid of whatever authoritative power you may or may not possess - and by the way, I asked around catering and even after all these years, nobody is sure what you do around here exactly - but no, I'm here to, uh... ahem... let's call it "clear the air", okay? Yeah. We're clearing the air. We're setting the record straight, you and I. That way, you can carry on with... with... this... uh... paperwork -

Larry intrusively leans over and jostles around the documents on the desk.

Sweeney: - and I can carry on being the face of this company, Revolution's first ever dual-champion, the one true King -

Palmer interrupts him.

Cannon: Yes. That's what we need to talk about, Larry. You're not a dual champ -

Sweeney: I've got two belts, don't I?

Cannon: You do. And I have two receipts from the online department that prove when and where you purchased -

While Palmer looks around the mess of papers trying to find said receipts, Larry cuts him off again.

Sweeney: No. Hey. Come on. Coooome on pal! That's not what this is about. The Transatlantic belt... the TV title... maybe I didn't earn them by pinning someone, in the specific, by-the-book kinda way your bureaucratic, no-nonsense, suit-and-tie mind works. Who cares? The championships doesn't make the man, it's the other way around fella! The man makes the championship! Understand? This golden hardware here, why.... why it's what I get for being as good as I am. It's what this company needs to have me hold so I can represent it to the world, cause I assure you, Cannon, that the world recognizes true, and I do mean true greatness when they see it.

Palmer sits up, straightens his tie, takes a sip of decaf from his father-of-the-year mug and responds calmly.

Cannon: You're embarrassing yourself and you're not making any friends up stairs or backstage. What do you think Vinny Marsegglia's going to do when he sees you running around with that fake Television Championship?

Sweeney: That man belongs in a padded cell! What's worse is he's a dirty cheat -

Cannon: You cheated first, actually.

Sweeney: Well two wrongs don't make a right! You're supposed to be the voice of reason here, aren't you?

Cannon: I'm endeavoring to be.

Sweeney: So what's this about?

Cannon: I'm just politely asking you to... stop. Please, Larry, stop. This didn't work for the Young Bucks. It's the same dog-and-pony nonsense that sent there career into a tail spin from which they never recovered. You have real potential - you don't need these fake titles as a... well... crutch.

Larry takes in the words, each one turning his face a deeper shade of red. He's fuming. He's shaking. He's gonna blow. Ol' faithful style.

Sweeney: "FAKE"? "CRUTCH" HUH? HUH?

Now you listen here, ya smug three-piece stooge! The only fake title on this show is the one that that Canucklehead son of a bitch Chris Jericho is holding. Like I says, a title isn't something anyone can just hold - it's a symbolic hunk of metal and leather you throw around the man that's the consensus best wrestler on the roster. Are you honestly trying to tell me that the man that floundered in the midcard without ever cracking the glass ceiling once in the last eighteen months is the best you've got here? Don't make me laugh! Ha! Too late! I'm laughing Palmer! I'm laughing! Ahaha!

It's a terrifying laugh. As angry as it is forced.

No. No. Hear me? NO. He sucks. Chris Jericho sucks. One big win doesn't make him THE MAN. I'm undefeated. I've been here since you took the Wrestlemania sign down and nobody has beaten me fair and square. I was robbed at King of the Ring and you still haven't made it right! By all accounts, tonight it the true, honest-to-God main event of Summerslam and corporate dweebs are just giving it away for free!

Well I'm not here to tell you how to run a wrestling promotion, I'm just here to tell that Jericho ain't no heavyweight champ, his title's a paperweight championship at best, only good for holding down the shit-ticket contract you signed him too while he blows some more hot air during his egomaniacal ranting and raving.

I am the UWF Transatlantic Champion. I am the liner UWF Television Champion. I am the uncrowned 2018 UWF King of the Ring and after I pin Chris Jericho tonight, yeah, I'll be the one, true UWF Champion too. I'm takin' 'em all, Palmer. I'm gonna clean this place up and give this brand a face to stand behind. Revolution's a bland dish, but I'm fixin' to give ya somethin' Sweet n' Sour now! Yeah! Don't you fret, buddy. Uncle Larry's got the secret recipe to give the UWF exactly what it needs, and that's less phoney chumps parading their make-believe titles around, and it's one legitimate champion for you to call the Man!

Not convinced yet? Ha! Just you wait and see, Palmer! Just you wait and see! Ahahaha!

Sweeney laughs and laughs as he turns and storms out of the office, leaving Palmer alone with his work. Cannon watches him go, a look of concern on his face. Revolution continues elsewhere.


The fans filter back in to their seats and get ready to watch the next match.

Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!

"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 ~ "

Jacobs strolls out on to the ramp, the capacity crowd showering him with boos as he goes. He's carrying his Money in the Bank briefcase, swinging it at his side without a care in the world - like it's nothing special to him.

Chimel: Introducing first... weighing in at 169 pounds... from Grand Rapids, Michigan... Mr. Money in the Bank, Jimmy Jacobs!

The Zombie Princess ignores the ringside fans screaming in his face as he climbs into the squared circle.

Graves: It's hard to get a read on Jacobs tonight. He's got a heck of a poker face going into a dangerous match against Daniel Bryan.

Phillips: Well he's made it clear that he fully intends to do to The American Dragon what he's done to so many other of the UWF's icons in the past, so Bryan had better bring his A-game.

Ranallo: Daniel talked about "survival" leading up to this, and outlasting several generations of talent in this company is certainly a piece of praise we can attiribute to the former champ - but will he survive Jimmy Jacobs?

Jimmy lounges against the rope after handing his briefcase off to the ringside hand. He's ready to go.

The titantron switches from the show graphic to a black screen as the PA system starts to play a song, more specifically the beginning part of 'Best of You' by Foo Fighters. This continues for about half a minute, but eventually the song seems to stick. Repeating the phrase "The Best" repeatedly as the rest of the music plays normally.



THE BEST! THE BEST! THE BEST! THE BEST!

As the intro continues and the drums kick in, a figure emerges from behind the curtain, none other than The Absolute Best, Daniel Bryan. With every repetition of "The Best" Bryan points at himself as he chants along with the song.

Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 210 pounds... from Aberdeen, Washington... Daniel Bryan!

Bryan keeps up the self-congratulation as he finishes his walk to the ring. The Ref gives him a pat-down once he's standing on the canvas to make sure he's not carrying any brass knuckles - a precaution after what made headlines a week prior.

Ranallo: You can see already that the Official is doing what he can to make sure we get something of a fair contest here. I'm sure he's aware just like everyone watching tonight that neither man is above taking the low road to victory.

Graves: I'll never be the one to question the methods of these guys. One of them is counted among the winningest men in UWF history while the other is arguably the most dangerous force on the roster today.

Phillips: And yet the fans can't stand either of them.

As Jacobs and Bryan stare each other down from opposing corners, it's like the crowd can't decide which on they hate more. A dueling chant actually starts up to the tune of "FUCK YOU BRYAN" / "JACOBS SUCKS". The Dragon seems amused. The Zombie couldn't care less. Chimel steps out of the ring and the Referee gets things going...


DING DING DING


Jacobs casually strolls to the center of the ring, and Bryan meets him there. The former multiple-time world champion tries to get forehead-to-forehead for some kind of epic staredown moment, but Jacobs pie-faces him and pushes his head aside like you would a disobedient animal. Jimmy looks disgusted and disappointed with his opponent's macho theatrics. Bryan turns his head back around, nods in complete understanding, and then slaps the Zombie Princess across the face. Hard. Real fucking hard.

Jimmy's neck turns on a swivel and he actually falls to one knee with the temporary loss of balance... and a shrill ringing in one ear. "Oooooooh" says the crowd. Shit got real, real fast.

Phillips: A shot fired across the bow...

Graves: More like a direct hit, actually.

Jacobs stands back up, nursing his stinging cheek with one hand while patting Bryan on the shoulder with the other. Daniel allows it, staring down at Jimmy while beaking him. His condescending words are lost under the jeers of the crowd, but Mr. Money in the Bank can hear them just fine. Jacobs responds in kind by slamming his knee up into Bryan's solar plexus.

Daniel doubles over and coughs a deep, sickly cough, releasing all the air from his lungs and abdomen. Winded. They call that winded. Another cough. A gasp. Jimmy kneels besides him, puts his face next to Bryan, and asks him...

"You were saying?"

He lets The Dragon catch his breath. There's more going on than an athletic bout at the moment. Call it mental chess. Call it a pissing contest. Call it whatever you want. Jimmy patienitly waits until Bryan can inhale again, then they both stand back up. Then, quicker than a hiccup, Bryan snaps his legs up and kicks Jacobs in the chest with his shine bone. A wicked crack echoes around the building as bone collides with bone full speed. Eyes bulge out of Jacobs head with the impact. He stumbles back a few paces, catching himself on the ropes before he collapses.

"You get that?"

Bryan asks, a cocksure, menacing "smile" on his face. Jimmy nods, gives him a thumbs up, and then pounces like a wildcast. He dives at Bryan, raking his eyes while working a sneaky leg trip than drops the Dragon to the canvas. Jacobs works a mount, his technial prowess - as always - masked beneath a scrappy, unconventionally volatile delivery. He's swinging elbows and fists, palm strikes, headbutss, everything shy of the kitchen sink that isn't nailed down. Bryan turtules his arsm to weather the storm as the Ref tries to step in, positive than half the offense he's seeing is outside the rule book.

Graves: Jimmy Jacobs is like a wild animal out there!

Ranallo: Lets see if the Official can tame him before this gets carried away!

As the Ref tries to get between the two competitors, Bryan works some cool jiu-jitsu transitional legwork to flip Jacobs off, and in the same motion, he rolls into a mount of his own. Bryan plans his knees on the canvas above Jacobs hips but below the ribs - a perfect position for him to fire off thunderous palm strikes. Though he's showing the signs of Jimmy's ferocious onslaught all over his battered face, Bryan remains composed as he makes the comeback, unloading effective and legal strikes exclusively to keep the Ref out of his business.

Phillips: That level-headedness might by Bryan's best advantage tonight.

Graves: I hate to agree with you Tom, so I won't.

Despite the excellent ring work Bryan is showcasing, the fans are still booing their faces off. They recognize the talent, they're drawn to the star power, but they're finding their entertainment in letting two of the UWF's finest how much they despise them. Daniel ignores all the white noise outside the three ropes and he proceeds to unload shot after shot at Jacobs.

Jimmy, now getting desperate, bucks his hips to no avail. Looking for another way out, he starts to paddle and push his feet, using whatever strength he can muster to push his body - with Bryan on top - the ropes. Once he's close enough, he makes the sacrifice of using his hands to cover his face defensively to reach out and grab the rope. His fingers claps the bottom one, but the opening allows Bryan to catch him on the nose with a forearm shiver that draws blood within mere moments.

Ranallo: Oooh, great shot by Bryan there. Nasty, downright nasty... but the timing was impeccable.

Graves: And some fine work by Jacobs, getting to the ropes.

The Referee moves in and gives Bryan a five count to dismount, which, of course, he makes the most of.

After a deep four, Daniel steps off of the Zombie Princess and takes a few steps back. He rubs the bruise developing on his abs from the earlier knee strikes, and takes a second to recuperate and fill his lungs with some more air. The shallow breathes become more controlled while Jacobs uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, blood trickling down from his nose all the while.

Bryan beckons Jacobs to come and get some more, and Jimmy looks like he's going to take the bait. He feints in, but then steps back and rolls under the ropes to the outside. The fans scream obscenities at him for robbing them of the chane to see some more bloodshed. Jimmy just keeps on ingoring them, denying them the pleasure of a reaction as he heads towards the entrance ramp, threatening a departure. He turns back around to goad Bryan into coming after him, but The American Dragon resufes to leave the ring. Daniel just shakes his head and points down to the canvas, insisting on settling their business there.

Ranallo: I think Jacobs wants to make this fight a little bit dirtier, but he's not going to trick a veteran like Daniel Bryan into leaving the ring and making this a brawl.

Phillips: As fragile as Bryan's ego may be, he's no fool. He knows that there aren't many men alive who can hang with him in a pure wrestling match, and I don't think he's willing to let Jimmy Jacobs transform this into something beyond that.

Jacobs betrays the slightest glimpse of annoyance as the Referee starts a ten count. He reluctantly goes back towards the ring and places a hand on the apron, demanding the Ref make Bryan give him some space so he can have a clean entry back in. The Ref, a little irritated himself by this, nonetheless obliges. He ensures that Bryan is leaving some room while Jacobs cautiously climbs back through the ropes.

Once back on the canvas, Jacobs starts circling around. The Official gets out of the way and Bryan rushes towards him, using some snazzy footwork to feint in and out before shooting in for the entry.

He ducks under a lock-up attempt by Jacobs, wraps his arms around the Zombie Princess' hips and the whirs around, in perfect position for a German Suplex, which of course, he then executes and completes with a bride. Bryan holds Jacobs there for the first pin fall attempt of the contest...





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2...





Jimmy kicks out just after two, using a thrust of energy to roll himself back of Bryan's grasp. Mr. Money in the Bank takes the small window to try and get things going his way again by dashing at Bryan. He sends his knee right into the Dragon's face, a maneuver not dissimilar to something Daniel's old mentor William Regal might employ. The strike is effective in dazing Bryan, which gives Jacobs the opportunity to grab him with a tight chinlock from behind.

Jacobs squeezes with all his might, tightning his grip to rob Bryan of air and bloodflow to his head. Bryan fights back by sending an elbow shooting into Jacobs' ribs, costing him the grip. From there, Daniel spins around again, hooks a leg and delivers a picture-perfect Regalplex, probably just to make a point, the arrogant prick. Like before, he bridges that for a pin...





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Jacobs' hand shoot out and grabs the neartest rope. The Ref sees it and calls off the pinfall attempt. It takes Bryan a moment to realize what happened and he releases the bridge, more than a little bit frustrated. He grabs a fistul of Jacobs hair and uses it to shove his opponent's face into the canvas, drawing a newed wave of ire from the UWF universe.

Phillips: Bryan's getting a little bit hot out there now.

Graves: It's his ultra-competitive streak. Every kick out has to seem like a personal insult to him, I would imagine.

The Official gets in Bryan's face about the hair-pulling, taking him aside and chastising him about the illegality of it. While this is happening, Jimmy gets right back up, a little dazed from the brace of suplexes but still dangerous. Jacobs brushes past the Ref mid-rant and clips Bryan across the face with a brutal elbow strike. He follows up with a few more, battering the Dragon towards the mid-apron ropes and then whipping him across the ring to the far ones.

Daniel rebounds back and steps beneath a clothesline attempt, wrapping his arms around Jacobs' shoulders and neck in one smooth motion as he goes before hitting him with a snap Dragon suplex! For a third time, Bryan bridges, and heck, it's a good looking bridge. Magnificently executed.





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Ranallo: Beautful Dragon Suplex by The American Dragon himself!





2...





No! Jacobs is able to kick out before the third count. He rolls away from Bryan, wipes the blood from his nose away and laughs before taunting his opponent, singing his theme...


"The Best... The Best... The Best..."


Bryan's nostrils flare as he winds up and delivers one of his signautre kicks to Jacobs as the Zombie kneels in front of him.


"The Best..."


Jacobs laughs the words out as Bryan kicks him again.


"The Best..."


Another kick...


"The Best..."


And another kick...


"The Best..."


Bryan unloads with a series of fast-as-lightning boots, not affording any opportunity for interruption. Jacob's chest turns from red to a horrifying shade of deep purple in a matter of seconds while Bryan pelts him with no fewer than two dozen boots. The crowd, for the first time since the bell rang, falls eerily silent at brutal spectacle. Bryan eventually collapses from exhaustion next to Jimmy, who coughs up a mouthful of blood, smiles, and says one more time...


"The Best..."


The Dragon has had all he can take. He picks up the annihilated man next to him, hooks his arms and delivers a spectacular Butterfly Suplex. During the execution, though, Jacobs feet connect with the Referee as he floats overhead. The Official is down and out, and when Bryan transitions to the Cattle Mutilation following the suplex, there's nobody there to call the match off.

Ranallo: The Referee is out cold!

Phillips: This isn't going to end well...

Bryan actually notices right away and lets go of the hold before he expends too much energy with it. Jacobs is busted up to hell. He's not going anywhere. Bryan gets up and sees the Official isn't moving. He looks down at Jacobs, a man he has come to detest, and then he looks over to the turnbuckle. He suddenly remembers a threat Jacobs made against him earlier, and he goes to work.

Phillips: Oh no, what's he doing now?

Graves: What does it look like, Tom?

Bryan goes over to the turnbuckle and undoes the pad covering the intersection between the top ropes. This actually pops the crowd, cause they know it means that at least on of the guys they can't stand is going to get messed up pretty bad. Bryan peels Jacobs off the mat and lines him up with the corner. He takes the back of Jimmy's head and goes to ram it in the corner, but as he does so, Jimmy reaches around, grabs Bryan around the chin and counters, running up the corner and flipping over head to nail him with the Contra Code!

Ranallo: Contra Code outta nowhere!

Graves: UNBELIEVABLE!

Jacobs sprawls over the fallen Dragon as the Official, just coming to, looks up and makes the count...





1...





2...





3...





DING DING DING

YOUR WINNER...

JIMMY JACOBS!





Jacobs can hardly stand as the Ref, pretty beat up himself, tries to raise his hand. The Zombie Princess doesn't waste any time celebrating in the ring. He just spits on his beaten opponent before rolling to the outside and grabbing his briefcase on his way to the back.

Ranallo: Daniel Bryan may very well be "the Best" in the world on any given night -

Graves: Yes, but it takes a lot of energy to be the best all the time. Jacobs, once again, just made sure he was the better man for the three seconds he needed to be to win the match. That's his genius. That's his threat.

Phillips: No doubt a very disappointing loss for Daniel Bryan. How will this effect his new relationship with Villian Enterprises? It remains to be seen.

Bryan finally gets up and glares daggers at Jacobs as he walks up the ramp and disappears to the back. Revolution continues elsewhere.





Triple H is walking down the hallway with a folder in hand when he is stopped by Renee Young.



RENEE YOUNG
Hunter, what's that you're carrying?

Triple H looks straight at Renee, almost stunned by the gall it took her to ask that question. But, ever an admirer of good work, he feels obligated to answer.

TRIPLE H
Daniel Bryan said he wants more. The slimy little bastard cheats to win in our first encounter, tastes his own medicine in the second and then strikes a deal with the third man added to escape my clutches in the third and he thinks he has the right to run his mouth and challenge me? He has the nerve to call himself the Absolute Best? I'll tell you what, Renee: I have had enough of Daniel Bryan. In my hand is a draft contract for the final match that the American Dragon will ever wrestle, a Hell in a Cell match at Summerslam. This is it. No third man. No dirty tricks. Just him and me and a steel enclosure. I have already shown the world that Daniel Bryan is far from the best. At Summerslam, he's going to get my Absolute Best when I close the book on his storied career by spiking him into the canvas with the Pedigree. And then, like his buddy Dave Grohl says, I'll be done, done, on to the next one.

With that, Hunter walks off, leaving the camera lingering on the surprised expression of Renee Young for a moment before the feed moves along.


The feed cuts backstage where UWF Owner EC3 is standing by.



EC3: We've seen some pretty great action tonight as well as some big announcements but you can bet your ass I've got more in store for you. Four men have been involved with each other a lot in recent weeks and while some of them may have failed to capture the Television Championship, I'm going to give them all another shot. Drew Gulak, Low Ki, Sammy Guevara and Tyler Bate, you'll all be facing off against one another at Summerslam for the number one contendership to the Television Championship. I know you're thinking though, Tyler Bate hasn't gotten a chance to face Vinny Marseglia. That's why I'm also announcing that next week, Tyler Bate will be facing Vinny Marseglia for the Television Championship and should he win, the fatal four way at Summerslam will be turned into a match for the Television Championship.

That's not the only Summerslam match I'm announcing though. As we all know, Triple H has challenged Daniel Bryan to a Hell in a Cell match. The details are still being worked out at the moment but to everyone else not on the Summerslam card yet, there will be a special match for all of you. Anyone who doesn't have a match will be placed in a battle royal at Summerslam, the winner of it gets a classic "special opportunity" and let me tell you, it's going to be worth it. Enjoy the rest of the show.





The guitar riff is a sonic haze, chugging out through the PA and filling the arena from the floor up. No fireworks accompany the tune, the lights don't dim or flash or flicker. All the snap, crackle and pop necessary is provided by the man himself...

Chimel: Weighing in at 183 pounds... from Chicago, Illinois... The UWF Transatlantic Champion, Larry Sweeney!

The Mastermind behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. He's dressed to the nines. Decked out. Snazzy as all hell and ready to go. He's sporting his trademark grin, laughing and shouting some cocksure spiel that's lost under the rock classic.

Wrapped around his waist is the crown jewel of professional wrestling - the UWF Transatlantic Championship - the most prestigious title belt in the whole, entire world, and certainly the company. It's his pride and joy.

Sweeney reaches the ring, walks the stairs and climbs through the ropes to enter the squared circle. Brushing past the Referee, Larry crosses the ring and climbs the far turnbuckle. He undoes his belt to hold his championship high - reminding the world about exactly who he is. Once he's satisfied that he's been appropriately recognized, Sweeney climbs down, hands his title off to the ringside hand and gets ready to compete.




BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!!!



Out comes the man known simply as the UWF Champion, Chris Jericho. The titleholder arrives from the backstage area with his traditional light-up jacket, this time with a modification in the form of lights on his back spelling the word "CHAMP". Jericho spins around to face the crowd, who all shower him with disdain. Y2J shakes this off, opting to instead prove how good he is independent from the crowd.




Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... weighing in at 227 lbs... he is the brand new UWF Champion: Chris Jericho!!!




Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jericho and Sweeney begin to trade lefts and rights and the crowd begins to cheer and go crazy as they all stand on their feet. Jericho begins to win the battle, until a big boot to gut and elbow to the side of the head slow him down. Sweeny irish whips Jericho and he bounces off the ropes. Jericho ducks a clothesline attempt from Sweeny and bounces off the ropes once more. Sweeny goes for another clothesline but Jericho slides under him and goes through his feet this time. Jericho pops up and hits Sweeney with a Russian leg sweep. Jericho pops up and the crowd boos as he smirks back. Jericho stomps on the head of Sweeney a few times and then drags him up by his hair and delivers a massive suplex. Jericho begins to flex his guns as the crowd continues to boo.

Jericho grabs Sweeney once more by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Sweeney begins to fight back by decking Jericho in the mouth until he lets go of his hair. Sweeney runs and bounces off the ropes only to eat a dropkick from Jericho that floors him. Jericho goes to grab Sweeney by the hair once more, but Sweeney rolls him up.




1…………..




2………………




………..kickout!





The two competitors get to their feet at the same time and begin to trade blows again. This time Sweeney gets the upper hand and then irish whips Jericho into the corner this time. Jericho flies into the corner back first with a loud thud. Sweeney charges after him and hits him with a big time splash in the corner. Jericho staggers out of the corner and Sweeney hits him with a kick to the midsection followed by a DDT. Sweeney covers him again.




1……………..



2………………



………….kickout!



The UWF Champion refuses to go down! Sweeney then grabs Jericho by his hair and brings him back in the corner. Sweeney begins to pummel Jericho with rights and lefts to the skull and Jericho begins to cover up. When Jericho bends over to avoid further damage, Sweeney begins to knee Jericho in the head multiple times. Jericho once again staggers out of the corner, and this time Sweeney climbs the turnbuckle.





Sweeney jumps off the second turnbuckle and elbows Jericho right in the head! Jericho falls to the mat back first and Sweeney stands around him and begins the Sweeney Stomp! Multiple boots come raining down on Jerichos head, face, shoulders, abdomen and legs as Sweeney circles him like prey. Jericho eventually gets to his feet and grabs the ropes and the ref breaks the two men apart and the crowd begins to cheer!




Tom Phillips: Sweeney is giving the UWF Champion the fight of his life right now!

Corey Graves: our new champion is resilient, he’ll bounce back!


Sweeney approaches Jericho again, but this time it’s Jericho’s turn to kick him in the gut. Sweeney barrels over and drops to one knee in pain. Jericho helps him up and then hits him with two consecutive night fist chops that echo throughout the arena. Jericho then lifts off Sweeney and delivers a back breaker as the crowd begins to boo again. Jericho delivers a few knees to the back of Sweeney. Jericho then bounces off the ropes and connects with a baseball slide to Sweeney’s head. Jericho goes for the cover.




1………………..




2………………..



…………….kickout!




Mauro Ranallo: gonna take much more than that to take out Sweeney!






Jericho shows a look of frustration but shakes it off. He grabs Sweeney by the hair and irish whips him into the corner. Jericho charges after him and goes to deliver a splash, but Sweeney moves out of the way at the last second. Jericho catches himself in the corner with his hands and turns around and goes after Sweeney. Sweeney is holding his back, and Jericho delivers the bull dog! Jericho then grins at the crowd and goes for the Lion Sault! But Sweeney once again moves out of the way at the last moment. Jericho lands on his feet though. Sweeney gets back up and charges at Jericho, but Jericho decks him with a spinning heel kick that connects directly on the noggin.



Sweeney goes down and Jericho is once more all smiles. Jericho mounts Sweeney and delivers few punches to his face before lifting him up and irish whipping him off the ropes. Sweeney bounces off the ropes and ducks under Jericho’s dropkick attempt. He bounces off the ropes once more and clotheslines Jericho down himself and begins to pump himself up as the momentum has clearly swung in his way. Sweeney begins to stalk Jericho, and when he gets up, Sweeney kicks him in the gut and delivers a vicious piledriver. The UWF Champion bounces off of the mat head first and immediately begins to grab his neck. Sweeney covers him.






1…………………..




2…………………………..



……………..kcikout!





Tom Phillips: I thought for sure it was over then!


Corey Graves: you’re a fool if you thought that. Our UWF champion would never be pinned with such a weak maneuver.






Sweeney slaps the mat in frustration and grabs Jericho by the hair. He rakes him in the eyes a few times and delivers a few punches to his head before irish whipping him into the corner once again. Sweeney charges after him and delivers an elbow to the throat of the UWF Champion. Jericho stumbles out of the corner with his hands on throat and Sweeney runs and bounces off the ropes looking to deliver a big time maneuver. Sweeney comes flying at Jericho but Jericho monkey flips him in the middle off the ring.



Sweeney grabs his back in pain and slowly gets back up. Jericho begins to stalk him and then goes for the Codebreaker! But Sweeney catches him in midair! Sweeney delivers a modified power bomb then shakes the ring and Jericho’s head bounces off of the mat with a thud. The two slowly roll back to a vertical basis. Sweeney charges at Jericho, but Jericho sidesteps and Sweeney bounces off of the ropes once again. When he comes back, Jericho pulls his feet out from under and goes for the Walls!! After a few moments of fighting, tossing and turning, he is about to get it fully applied! Jericho sits on his back and Sweeney screams out in pain as he begins to writhe around!



Corey Graves: he better tap out and live to fight another day! That move can leave your back permanently damaged!




Sweeney screams out and looks as if he is about to tap! But somehow, someway, he gets a finger tip on the bottom of the ropes! The ref breaks the hold and Jericho releases his grip on Sweeney’s feet. Jericho throws his legs down in disgust and he thought for sure he had the win in the bag. Jericho begins to stalk Sweeney once more and it’s apparent that the end is near. After a few long moments, Sweeney gets back to his feet and Jericho kicks him in the gut.





Jericho goes for the codebreaker once more! But again Sweeney catches him! Sweeney throws Jericho’s feet out and Jericho lands on his feet in front of him. Sweeney kicks him in the gut and sets him up for the 68 comeback special and the crowd is on their feet and screaming like mad! Sweeney connects with the move! But he isn’t done yet! He goes to the outside….. he climbs the ropes….. he jumps out of the corner…… and connects with a diving elbow to the heart of Chris Jericho!!! He covers him!!!




1……………..





2……………………





…………………3!!!!!


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Larry Sweeney!





Sweeney gets his hand raised and he celebrates like no tomorrow, having just defeated the UWF Champion. His face suddenly turns into shock as a Axe suddenly cuts through the ring! It's sticking out out the mat and Sweeney high tails it out of the ring, knowing exactly who is behind, or underneath that axe.


Corey Graves: Someone get Jericho out of there!


Jericho doesn't realize what's happening but the axe starts cutting through the ring. Jericho can feel that something is up and manages to come to and look behind him just in time to see the Horror King of the Ring's face come out of the hole with a crazed look on it like something out of The Shining! Jericho immediately comes to life and scurries to exit the ring as Marseglia climbs out of the hole with his axe in hand. Y2J makes sure to head over to the time keeper's area and grab his UWF Championship, running away through the crowd. Vinny stands in the middle of the ring with his axe in hand, calling for Jericho to come back but the UWF Champion refuses, instead leaving the arena while Vinny stares him down with a smile on his face as the show comes to a close.





END OF SHOW



Confirmed for Summerslam


Intercontinental Championship Scramble Match
The Miz(c) vs The Brian Kendrick vs Matt Hardy vs Rick Rude vs CM Punk

Number One Contendership/Television Championship
Drew Gulak vs Sammy Guevara vs Low Ki vs Tyler Bate

Battle Royal for "Special Opportunity"
Everyone else not on the card


Credits

Swagger vs Uso - Redbull

Balor vs Dream - Tapout

Aries vs Ryder, Hardy vs Enzo - Jye

Kendrick & Cole vs Steiner & Rude - Gurt

Low Ki vs Marseglia - Semi

Jacobs vs Bryan - Fauche

Sweeney vs Jericho - Destruction