Revolution 8/8/18

[Danny]

We open outside a house, where Renee Young is standing by.



Renee Young: Well fans after his two disappointing loses the past couple of weeks we have gotten a phone call asking to come to Steiner house and we will see if we can get a quick work with the Genetic Freak

Renee Starts to open the door and Scott Steiner opens it.

Scott Steiner: What the hell do you want.

Renee Young: Steiner I thought I would.

Scott Steiner: Not now honey your good looking but I’m not feeling it today.

Renee Young: No, I wanted to get your word on you disappointing start in the UWF. Now you have lost in the 4 way and the tag match and you have the match against Jimmy Uso. What is your gameplan going into the match

Scott Steiner: Listen here baby. I’m not worried about stupid Jimmy Uso. But your right it been a slow start for Big Poppa Pump and that is something that I have to find out but not with you people. Now get out before I put you in the largest arms in the world.

He slams the door in there face and they start to look around the house and find a open window and sneak in. They follow Steiner to this room where Steiner is seen kneeling.

Scott Steiner: I don’t understand. I just need something. I didn’t get pinned but I lost to a banana swallowing midget. And then the fucking ref screws me out of a win against two people who couldn’t score on a chick if they were the only two men in the planet. Maybe they are true maybe I getting to old for this shit. Maybe I’m just not the Freak that I used to be. Maybe my arms shrunk a little bit. Maybe girls are not getting satisfied anymore like they used too. I just don’t know what do you think?

The camera pans up the wall to see



Then a voice seems to come out of nowhere

(Young Scott Steiner): What the fuck are you feeling sorry for shithead. Look at your arms just look at them. You know no men are half the men that you are. Everybody's wife wants to be with you even if they don’t tell you their mouth they will tell you with your eyes. You are the Big Bad Booty Daddy, The Genetic Freak, Big Poppa Pump. You are Scott FUCKING Steiner.

Scott Steiner: Your right you are fucking right. I am Scott Steiner and nobody fuck with me. Hell Yeah.
He leaves as Renne goes in and finds a CD player with a CD in it called Pep Talk

Renee Young: So he just plays a CD of himself if he questions himself.

Scott Steiner: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU…

The camera turns off and we are ushered into the Revolution opening sequence.





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: As we inch ever-closer to Summerslam, the stakes are getting even higher here on Revolution and this week will be no different as the Television Championship is once again defended when Vinny Marseglia goes one-on-one with Tyler Bate.


Tom Phillips: That match could have major implications at the Biggest Party of the Summer, but that's not all that's on the agenda as we witness the clash of two promising and flambouyant personalities in the Velveteen Dream and Larry Sweeney!


Corey Graves: We'll also see UFC Heavyweight Champion Minoru Suzuki back in action in a UWF ring as he squares off against the All-American American, Jack Swagger.


Mauro Ranallo: Two of the loudest mouths in the business will also go toe-to-toe as UWF International Champion Chris Jericho vies with CM Punk in a non-title match.


Tom Phillips: Plus we've got a whole slew of other matches just waiting to get started. Let's not waste any time. It's time to get this show on the road!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from San Francisco, California and weighing 251 pounds, Jimmy Uso!

Jimmy walks to the middle of the ring and waves to his fans, who cheer on the eternal underdog. Then he steps back into his corner.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...

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.



DING DING DING!

The bell rings and both men advance to meet one another. Steiner having the obvious physical advantage over his opponent. Steiner decides the stare-down has gone on too long and throws a right at Jimmy who blocks and immediately starts raining down forearm strikes to the genetic freak who seemingly has no answer for his opponents speed. Jimmy throws blow after blow after blow until Steiner is on his knees holding onto the ropes as his only way of not collapsing. Jimmy hits the opposite ropes and comes flying back with a dropkick sending Big Poppa Pump out to the floor!

Corey Graves: I do not think that Steiner was ready for this early onslaught from Jimmy here tonight!

Steiner drags himself back to his feet just as Jimmy again hits the ropes and looks to rebound with a basement dropkick - But Steiner lifts the apron and catches his opponent in it.

Mauro Ranallo: Look how intelligent and cunning our Steiner is!

Tom Phillips: I guess all that muscle hasn't swallowed his brain yet.

Steiner now attacks Jimmy with a series of punches and elbows as he has no way to defend himself being wrapped in between the ring and the apron cover. Eventually he collapses below and rolls out from underneath the apron but the Freak wastes no time ragging him up to his feet and rolling him into the ring. As Jimmy is motionless his opponent ascends onto the apron where he uses the ropes to slingshot in with a huge shoulder tackle maneuver and he quickly makes the cover

One…

Two..

Kickout!

Steiner grins a sadistic grin - He knew that wouldn’t put Jimmy away but just wants to cause as much damage as possible. Again he rags Jimmy to his feet and this time throws him into the turnbuckle where he uses the ropes to steady himself as he plants boot after boot into the midsection of his counterpart. After deciding he has taken enough of the boots, Steiner takes some steps back and runs at him looking to hit a forearm but Jimmy gets his foot up and catches him square in the jaw! This only infuriates the big man who quickly nails his opponent with a huge clothsline to the corner! The impact is sickening and echoes through the arena. He’s not done there, Jimmy collapses to his knees but before he fully falls to the floor Steiner plants his skull with a DDT! Jimmy’s feet fly into the air as he does so, the impact causes his body to complete a full flip as he lands on his back and Steiner rolls to make the cover again.

One…

Two..

Th-NO!

Corey Graves: Jimmy kicks out again. So much resilience!

Steiner is a little more frustrated this time, two huge blows in a matter of seconds and he still survives. Again Steiner begins to lift his opponent, maybe looking for the blow to end it this time? But Jimmy nails a wicked elbow connecting with his jaw!!

Corey Graves: Did I just see a tooth?!

Out of instinct alone Steiner looks for a right hook but it’s ducked and Jimmy drills Steiners head with step up enzurguri. The impact brings Steiner to his knees where Jimmy hits him with a super kick that sends Steiner falling flat on his back.

One…

Two..

Thr-Kickout!

Mauro Ranallo: That last combination clearly knocked backed the Genetic Freak.

Corey Graves: There's a reason he's called the freak though, and a little super kick party isn't going to end his night.

Tom Phillips: But don't take anything away from Jimmy. He does have a reputation of being one of the most resilent guys around.

Meanwhile in the ring Jimmy has ascended to the top rope as his opponent claws himself up. Before he has chance to register what's happening he is knocked off his feet with a missile dropkick. In the ultimate act of defiance Steiner rolls backwards and straight back to his feet. As he snarls at his opponent he is nailed again with a dropkick this time crashing him against the corner! Steiner has no defiance this time as he crumbles into the corner and rests against the bottom turnbuckle. This isn’t enough for Jimmy who runs against the opposite turnbuckle and back towards Steiner again this time landing a running hip attack!

Corey Graves: Jimmy doing what his Daddy taught him!

Jimmy pulls Steiner away from the corner and hooks the inside leg as he makes the cover.

One…

Two..

Thre-Foot on the rope!

Mauro Ranallo: What ring awareness by Big Poppa Pump

Jimmy stares at Steiner’s boot against the bottom rope in pure disbelief. Not allowing himself to be frustrated, the crafy superstar goes right back on the attack. Just as Jimmy is going to bring Steiner back to his feet, the pops up and looks to run back in with a clothesline, But he’s caught and taken down as Jimmy locks in a Fujiwara Armbar!

Corey Graves: Centre of the ring! And it’s locked in deep! What’s the Freakazoid going to do?!

Steiner growls in pain, seemingly more frustrated at himself getting caught than in agony from the submission hold. He scratches and claws towards the ropes but is not able to advance anywhere and it becomes clear he will have to find another way to break the hold. Steadily, Steiner slides his opposite arm under his body giving him more freedom and he swiftly escapes the grasp and rolls Jimmy into a Crucifix roll-up pinning combination!

One…

Two..

Three-NO!

At the last second Jimmy rolls backwards out of the pin and immediately to his feet! He lunges at Steiner looking for another superkick but it’s dodged and immediately Steiner flys past Jimmy and hits the ropes with a rebound, he comes back with extra force and levels Jimmy with a lariet. Jimmy does a backflip from the impact and lands face first to the unforgiving canvas. Steiner is like a lion on fresh meat though, and rolls the limp body of the Uso brother over to make a pinfall.

One…

Two..

Th-Kickout!

Steiner slaps the mat in frustration. Jimmy is beginning to stand, noticing this Steiner decided to kick it up a gear once more. He rebounds off the ropes but as he approaches Jimmy he leapfrogs over the Steiner who rebounds off the next set of ropes but this time Jimmy drops to the deck and Steiner has to leap over him. Again Steiner comes off the ropes and this time Jimmy looks to nail a huge desperation clothesline but Steiner dips his head to avoid the impact, and slids behind Jimmy, clutching at his waist and hoisting him up for a German Suplex. Not satisfied that this will put Jimmy away, he urges him back to his feet. Jimmy is using the ropes to climb as he is running on fumes at this point! Steiner grabs a fistfull of tights anf pulls Jimmy onto his shoulders in the electric chair position!

Corey Graves: This does not look good for Jimmy!

Suddenly, Jimmy spins around and looks to launch Steiner with a hurricanrana but Steiner goes with the momentum of this move and gets back to one knee while Jimmy is still atop his shoulders! Jimmy stares down in utter disbelief at this in-human ability on display. The crowd all gawp in amazement as Steiner ascends to both feet and before Jimmy has time to properly react he is spun back around and planted with the Electric Chair Driver!!!

One…

Two..

NO-Kickout!!

Mauro Ranallo: No that was three!

Corey Graves: Well let’s throw unbiased journalism out the window folks but oh my god what a sequence and what heart from Jimmy to withstand that!

Both men are in the centre of the ring. Jimmy still out layed by Steiner who is sat up staring on in disbelief. Steiner grabs the face of Jimmy and barks at him. Steiner now drags Jimmy’s lifeless body up, the only reason he's standing is from the "support" of Steiner.

Mauro Ranallo: He’s going to end this right now.

Steiner lifts Jimmy over his shoulders with relative ease in a military press position. A cocky smiles forms on his face and just to show off he starts walking around the ring with the Samoan firmly held up above his head. He gets too close to the corner though and Jimmy shakes free, landing with both feet on the front rope. Steiner is taken aback and turns to face Jimmy who pushes him down with a boot to the face. Steiner falls back and without wasting any precious time, Jimmy jumps off with his patented Uso splash!

Tom Phillips: Here we go! He's gonna put Big Poppa Pump away!

Jimmy comes crashing down with all his weight but he only connects with empty canvas! Steiner has moved! At the last moment Steiner rolled out of the way. Jimmy crashes down hard, face first. Steiner jumps right on him though and locks Jimmy in his dreaded camle clutch submission, The Steiner Recliner!

Mauro Ranallo: Centre of the ring, Jimmy has nowhere to go!

Jimmy reaches out and screams in pain, He’s nowhere near any ropes and this maneuver totally locks him up unable to drag Steiner to any of the ropes! Slowly the scratching fades down and the screams become mute. Jimmy’s eyes fall shut and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell!

*DING DING DING*

Steiner holds the submission on for a few more seconds before finally adhearing to the refs call and drops Jimmy Body to the canvas. The ref lifts Steiners arm high in the air.

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Scott Steiner!



Mauro Ranallo: And although he showed a lot of heart, the size and power of Scott Steiner proved to be just to much for Jimmy Uso tonight.

Tom Phillips: Scott Steiner is a scary, scary man. Any man that can take a star like Jimmy Uso and just crush the life out of the them is someone to be taken very serious around here.

Jimmy is aided by his brother Jey and the ref while the shot is taken elsewhere.

The camera fades to outside of EC3's office. Cathy Kelley is already waiting outside of it, knowing Velveteen Dream went in there. The door finally opens with Velveteen Dream coming out. The Dream sees Cathy and is already more annoyed then he was.

Cathy Kelley: Velveteen Dream, if we can get a moment of your ti-

Velveteen Dream: Make it quick. The Dream doesn't have much time to deal with this right now. The Dream called you out to interview me in the ring with Sweeney, but you didn't come out, so now you're intruding onto the Dream's time. So, hurry up and ask your pathetic questions.

Cathy Kelley sighs not wanting to deal with this as well, but it's her job.

Cathy Kelley: Well, alright. How do you feel going into your match with Larry Sweeney. He claims to be the uncrowned UWF champion, and the liner Television champion.

Velveteen Dream: Cathy, he is full of himself. People say the Dream is a narcissist, but the Dream has never seen someone like Sweeney. He's like the Dream... but annoying. He has all the traits of a psychopath. The Dream feels bad for him. Just look at him. He's running around claiming he's "triple champion". Calling himself undefeated even though Vinny Marseglia beat him at King of the Ring! He's clearly losing his sanity and sooner rather then later, he's gonna have to be put into mental asylum. But as far as the Dream feels towards our match he's certain he'll beat him. He passes me off as an afterthought, and you know what they say "Ignorance is bliss." All the Dream needs is one moment and the Dream well beat him. The Dream will finally show Mr. Carter why the Dream is should be in one of those fatal four ways for one of those titles, and why the Dream should not be regulated to a battle royal.
Cathy Kelley: Speaking of Mr. Carter. Why were you in his office?

Velveteen Dream: The Dream is sick of being held down by him. The Dream has proven time and time again that he has the "IT" factor, but he has yet to give the Dream a title shot. Not even a number one contention for a title. No, instead he wants to the Dream to enter the SummerSlam Battle Royal. So, the Dream marched right on in there and gave him the piece of the Dream's mind. The Dream told him he can't steal the show of SummerSlam when there's a bunch of other wrestlers hogging the Dream's limelight. He told me the old schtick of "Just enter it the battle royal. There's a special award for the winner and you get your royalties for being on the card." Absolutely pathetic. Who does he think the Dream is? A charity case? The Dream does not need money. The Dream needs to be headlining SummerSlam. Mr. Carter said if the Dream could find someone who would fight the Dream at SummerSlam before the Dream's match with Sweeney tonight, he'll let me be on the card. But if the Dream can't, then it's either the battle royal or nothing. Now as for who's gonna be the Dream's opponent... The Dream has yet to find one, but do not worry, Cathy. The Dream will find an oppone-

The Velveteen Dream felt someone creeping behind him. It was "The Villian" Marty Scurll and Nigel McGuiness!



Marty Scurll: "Don't you just love the smell of idiots in the morning Nigel? Oh, Dream. I heard you were looking for a Summerslam opponent. Did you hear that too Nigel? Yeah... it's a big event Summerslam is isn't it Nigel?

Nigel McGuinness: "It is Marty. And we can whip you up a contract to go against Marty at Summerslam."

Marty Scurll: "Listen to Nigel, Dream... Marty Scurll vs The Velveteen Dream at Summerslam... Villain vs Dream. It's a dream match... ha get it. What do you think about it Velveteen?"

The Dream grins thinking he's about to make magic at SummerSlam, all to the help of Marty Scrull.

Velveteen Dream: "The Dream thinks that's a great ide-"

Marty Scurll: "Well it's a shame it won't happen eh? Haha. What? You actually thought I'd waste my time with organising a match with you? Haha, give me a break Dream. I'd never bother arranging a headlining match with you. I mean you've got potential but so do I. If you wanna test this so bad, I'll see you in the Battle Royal you numpty."

The Villain then walks off with his business partner laughing and joking about how much of an idiot Velveteen really is as Velveteen looks at them with huge disdain.

Velveteen Dream: You just messed with the wrong person, Scrull! You'll get what's coming to you some day! Just you wait!

The camera fades out with Dream walking off in anger to look for an opponent at SummerSlam.

As we return from commercial break, we see Jack Swagger standing in the ring, readjusting his shoulders in anticipation.

the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature sound of Minoru Suzuki starts blazing through the arena followed by everyone's claps



From behind the curtain emerges Minoru Suzuki and he walks down the ramp, towel over his head and the crowd goes silent.



Tony Chimel: Introducing!! from Yokohama, Japan... Weighing in at 102 kilograms and standing at 178 centimeters... Minoru Suzuki!!

Suzuki circles the ring and gets on the apron, he turns around to the crowd and signals them to clap, he turns around again and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while the song reaching its climax and the crowd screaming from the top of their lungs..

KAZE NI NARE!!!!

Suzuki goes to the nearest corner where takes off his towel



As if a signal to someone, he stays up on the apron, staring at Swagger, who's badmouthing him to get in the middle of the ring. He's suddenly cut off after turning around to hear a whistle, with El Desperado hopping off the top rope with a diving dropkick!

Tom Phillips: "What is this?! He's not in this match!"

Corey Graves: "It's a thing called protecting your employer, Phillips. Suzuki is a world-class UFC fighter, he's in no need to do the dirty work."

Suzuki, still on the corner, looks on with his signature grin, as his Suzuki-Gun underling picks up Swagger, lifts him with a gutwrench to the shoulder, and slams him to the canvas with a sitout blue thunder bomb, otherwise known as the Guitarra De Angel, before rolling out of the ring. Suzuki is laughing a storm as he destraps his belt, and hands it to Desperado before climbing into the ring, as the ref hesitantly rings for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Swagger's out of it from the sneak attack, and barely's able to pick himself up, before Suzuki alligator rolls over him and locks in his sleeper hold! He instantly taps out!

DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, the UFC Heavyweight Champion, Minrou Suzuki!"



The ref calls for the bell, but Suzuki still has the hold in! It's a struggle, as some EMTs rush down, but they're cut off by Desperado, who takes after Suzuki, hitting each one and chucking them around, before he tosses the UFC World Title in the ring. Suzuki has a twisted idea as he finally backs off, and throws the referee in the ring. Desperado climbs up the top rope, as Suzuki sets up his Gotch-style piledriver over the belt, and Desperado leaps to make it even more impactful! The crowd boos the duo, but they couldn't care less, as Suzuki held his belt up with utter confidence, as we cut away from the scene.

The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this -

Before she can finish, Larry Sweeney's unmistakable voice can be heard off camera.

Sweeney: Step aside, ya big jabronie! I've got somethin' to say! Hahaha!

Mr. Sweet n' Sour pushes the intended interviewee, whoever they were, out of the way and takes their place next to the UWF's finest backstage interviewer.

Young: Larry - if you want an interview you can book one like everyone -

Sweeney: Nu-uh, I don't wait in lines, sweetheart. Lines wait for me.

Young: You've never been interested in an interview with me before, why the change of heart?

He laughs that laugh that he loves to laugh and answers.

Sweeney: Hahaha! Funny you should ask, Renee! No big secrets here, it's not a mystery to be solved, not at all! Ha! No, see, ever since I've become the first ever and only Triple-Champion in the UWF, I've found my schedule just jammed pack - bursting at the seems, and I just don't have the time to co-ordinate my own segments any more. Rest assured I still know the answers to the questions the people have without needing to be asked them, but quite frankly, I've got more important things to do now that I not only the UWF Transatlantic Champion, but the linear UWF Television Champion and, as of last week, the linear UWF Champion as well, not to mention the true, uncrowned, 2018 UWF King of the Ring.

Renee nods politely.

Young: Yep. Hard work sure pays off, doesn't it? Well, since you're here, I'm happy to pick your brain. Tonight you're going one-on-one with The Velveteen Dream for the first time ever. You two shared quite the heated exchange earlier - do you think you've gotten under his skin at all? What do you see being your advantages heading into -





Sweeney: Whoa whoa whoa... let's take 'em one at a time, honey. Um... yes. Definitely. I am under this man's skin. I am in his head. I'm inside his home. When he looks in the mirror, he sees me standing right there behind him. When he opens the cupboard in his kitchen to grab a box of cereal, I'm at the fridge getting the milk. When goes to sleep at night, the only thing the Dream is dreaming about is Larry Sweeney, I can promise ya that!

I'll be honest with ya - this boy's a nut. He's wacko. Sixes and sevens. Toys in the attic. One look at him and you can see what I mean. I think that he thinks that he can beat me. That doesn't worry me - Ol' Uncle Larry has tussled with morons and fools before and always come out on top. But he's spending every waking second, as well as the sleeping ones, and every ounce of energy he's got fantasizing all the ways he's gonna get one up on me. That focus... that drive... that all-consuming conviction... it's just gonna come back to bite him in the ass when I beat him easy. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? Right. His ego's as huge as they come, Renee. I don't know how he's gonna handle this loss. It might ruin him. And all I had to do was talk to him for a couple minutes. That's how dangerous this mouth is. One of the most promising young talents in the game and I beat him before they bell even rang just by getting in his ear.

Young: You're not worry you're underestimating him?

Larry takes some serious offense to the accusation. His response is flustered, outraged even.

Sweeney: Pfft, me? Underestimate? That can? Psssh... Ha! Aahahah! NOPE. NEVER. I was almost worried I was underestimating Chris Jericho before our match and then I cleaned him out. The man that beat the man that dominated this roster for nearly a year and walked out of Wrestlemania as Champion. Chris Jericho toppled Cesaro, and everyone thought, "Well damn, this Snazzy Canuck douchebag must really be as great as he says he is". So what's that make me? Huh? I believed the hype and I was absolutely underwhelmed. Now I've got his title.

I've heard everything that everyone has to say about The Velveteen Dream, and even if it's twice as good as they say, it's still not gonna be enough.

Renee rolls her eyes, but Larry doesn't notice.

Young: Okay - looking ahead to Summerslam, you've been booked in a Battle Royal, the winner of which will receive a "special prize" that's promised to be something extraordinary. What are your thoughts on the match and what do you think the prize might be?

Sweeney: Well what more do I need? Huh? All I've asked for it the official recognition of my three title belts by Ethan Carter, for Jericho and Marseglia do be stripped of their impostor belts, and to crowned as the one true King of the Ring while Vinny gets shipped of to an asylum where he belongs. That's all I want. But I got a feeling that's not what they're offering, so I dunno, I guess once I clear out whoever else they send into my ring that night, maybe I'll take an ice cold coke and enjoy the rest of the show with the knowledge that the match I kicked off the party with was the real main event by merit of my being in it. That sounds fine to me.

Now I've got some stretches to do. I like to be limber when I embarrass the rookie punks around here. You have a very good evening, Renee... and uh, next week, I don't wanna have to come and find you, understand?

Young: Gotcha. No interview next week.

Sweeney: No, that's not what I meant! I said -

Young: That's all the time we have folks! We'll take you back to the action!

Sweeney:] NO! ARGGGH!

The feed cuts out and Revolution continues elsewhere.



The fans buzz as the song hits the arena soundsystem. Out from the back comes the future GM of Resistance, Drake Maverick. Maverick is suited up and he takes a good moment to survey the Revolution crowd from the top of the ramp as his music booms from the speakers at his flank.



After the pause, Maverick heads down the ramp, climbs the ring steps and crosses the apron, then enters between the ropes. After he enters the squared circle, Maverick circles a table already set up there and briefly peruses the papers arrayed on its surface before he turns on his microphone to address the crowd.

DRAKE MAVERICK
I know some of you may be wondering why I’m out here for this contract signing and not Ethan Carter III. The truth is, Ethan has decided to take a short vacation ahead of Summerslam and has left Revolution’s affairs in my hands for the time being. With that little matter of business handled, I’d like to get right down to what you’re all here to witness: the signing of the Hell in a Cell match contract between none other than the self-proclaimed Absolute Best, Daniel Bryan, and the man who calls himself King Nothing, Triple H. As the challenger, I would like to call Triple H to the ring to sign the contract and say whatever he has to say first.

Maverick steps back to a corner and waits as the house lights come down. And then…

BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.



From the back emerges Triple H, clad this time in suit and tie much like Maverick. He, too, pauses at the top of the ramp to survey the fans for a long, hard moment, then heads for the ring with deliberate steps.



The former President and COO of the UWF marches down the ramp with little fanfare, though he does slap the outstretched palms of a few fans on his way to the ring. When he reaches the apron, he circles the ring, climbs the steps, scrapes his shoes on the apron and enters between the ropes. As he approaches the table, Maverick hands him his microphone and Hunter quickly flips through the contract, nodding before he turns it on.

TRIPLE H
Tonight. I want everyone here tonight and watching from home to remember this night. Mark it on all of your calendars, put a note on the date in your smartphones, Hell — even take a photo if you’d like. Because tonight is a truly historic moment. Tonight marks the beginning of the end of the career of the final member of Mount Rushmore still in active competition in this federation. Tonight marks the beginning of Daniel Bryan’s comeuppance for years of freeloading, cheating and other nonsense. Tonight is the night that we sign the contract for the match that will put him away…

...FOREVER.

The fans pop in a big way at Hunter’s promise. King Nothing bends down, grabs a pen and signs the contract, smiling confidently as he does so. And then he stands straight once more and looks toward the ramp.

You asked for this, Daniel. After you chose to run your mouth like a moron and proclaim yourself the best, after you chose to interrupt my return to this company so that you could try to bury me under the weight of your ego, after you cheated in our first match together to steal a win and then recruited a friend to help you avoid your ultimate defeat at the King of the Ring… I want you to know, Daniel, that the road you now find yourself on is the road of your own choosing, and at its end is the bed you’ve made for yourself and now have to lie in.

King Nothing pauses, shakes his head, and turns toward the crowd as he continues.

Of course, you probably won’t admit to any of that. After all, you’ve purposely been avoiding me as much as possible. Aside from a comment characterizing me as Cubic Zirconia, you’ve barely addressed my challenge. You knew I was lobbying for a Hell in a Cell match, and the whole time, you’ve been trying to undermine this plan with one of your own. Because that’s just how you do things, isn’t it? In your little world, it’s always been about what you want. It’s always been “Me! Me! Me!” with you. But not anymore, Daniel. At Summerslam, I will dash your ego. I will humble you once and for all. I will expose your hubris as nothing more than the front it is for your lack of real talent, just like I’ve been doing since we both returned to this company. And I will see your face washed away from the proverbial Mount Rushmore of the UWF, to be replaced by that of a man far superior to you. I don’t know if that man will be me. I admit that I may have overestimated my own abilities when I first arrived here. But I know that whether I am regarded as one of the greatest in this company’s storied history or not, I’m going to make damn sure that you no longer are.

Hunter starts to pace and looks as though he has more to say, but he is suddenly interrupted.

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



As the song abruptly cuts into Hunter’s tirade, 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. Behind him, Nigel McGuinness descends the ramp as well, holding a cluster of papers. All the way down the ramp Bryan points to himself and chants along with his theme, getting in the face of the fans that boo him, taunting them with his self-proclaimed title. Each step up the stairs corresponds with the words. And then he enters the ring and Nigel follows, placing his papers down on the table before Bryan prances around it in one big circle, proclaiming himself the best some more. Finally Bryan’s music cuts out and so does his personal hype train as he turns toward Hunter and Maverick, who are reading the document McGuinness just slapped down on the table.

I don’t know what you two think you’re doing out here, but you can’t just draw up your own contracts here in the UWF. You see, things might have been run that way when… other people… steered this ship, but under the guidance of Ethan Carter and myself, this place follows more of a structure. It’s more orderly. And if you want a mat--

Hunter snatches the microphone away from Maverick, who looks at the larger man with a raised eyebrow. The fans buzz as Triple H looks back down at the contract.

Right back to your old tricks, eh, Daniel? I’d say I’m surprised, but nothing about you or your pathetic attempt to stay relevant here in the UWF surprises me. Now you’re demanding an Ironman match and trying to pretend that this signing isn’t about the Hell in a Cell match that Carter’s ready to book for us? You just don’t get it. I challenged you. I challenged you to this stipulation because I don’t want any more of your tricks or cronies to step in the way of what’s coming to you. I’m not going to sign your Ironman contract. That’s a joke. And so are you.

Bryan looks annoyed and he has words with McGuinness. Nigel then turns toward Hunter to explain things, but Triple H wants none of it as he places a hand in Nigel’s face and shoves him to the side, his other hand reaching under the table to grab his trusty sledgehammer! Hunter’s hand closes around an object and he pulls it out, but the fans gasp as they realize he’s holding an umbrella! Triple H looks at the umbrella as it suddenly bursts open, smacking him in the face! He stumbles back into the ropes and when he rebounds, he does so into the Dragon’s Bite!

Tom Phillips: Oh my! All Hell is about to break loose!

Maverick rolls out of the ring as Bryan pounces on Triple H, driving hard lefts and rights to his skull. Hunter gets his arms up in defence and rolls over to get on top of Bryan, grabbing him by the ears and slamming the back of his head on the canvas multiple times!

Triple H then gets to his feet, but as he does Bryan hoofs him between the legs, connecting with a sick low blow. Hunter falls to his knees and groans in pain as Bryan is helped to his feet by Nigel and the pair then move to make an exit.

Corey Graves: Time to make a quick getaway!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA LOOK OUT!

As soon as they turn their back on him, Hunter taps into a surge of adrenaline and springs to his feet, grabbing the table and lifting it overhead before throwing it at the pair! Bryan’s instincts kick in and he ducks under the flying table, but McGuinness isn’t so lucky as the wood smashes into him and breaks into a shower of splinters on impact!

Tom Phillips: Nigel McGuinness is down!

Nigel collapses to the floor as Bryan moves to check on him; Hunter goes on the attack, connecting flush with Bryan’s head with a running knee smash. Triple H then starts to put the boot to Bryan before hauling him up into Pedigree position, but it’s at this moment that security flood the ring and drag the two apart, a dazed Daniel Bryan trying to shake the cobwebs while a rabid King Nothing scrapes and struggles to get at him. It’s at this moment that Maverick re-enters the ring, looking at both men before bending over to collect the two contracts on the canvas. Drake eyes them both, one signed by Hunter and the other by Bryan, then shakes his head as he collects the microphone and turns toward the crowd.

Ordinarily, I’d say that both of the men in this ring need to suffer some disciplinary action for what has occurred here tonight. But you were all promised a contract signing, which means you were all promised a match. Now, Daniel Bryan refuses to sign on for Hell in a Cell. Triple H refuses to sign on for an Ironman match. I see only one way to resolve this situation, and that’s through compromise. So at Summerslam, how about we do the first-ever Hell in a Cell 30-minute Ironman Match?

As security jostle to keep a hold on him, Triple H spits and can be heard audibly shouting “I ACCEPT!” off--mic. Bryan seems less enthused about the situation, but as Maverick looks to him, he nods.

Tom Phillips: What?!?

Mauro Ranallo: Summerslam just got a lot more interesting!

That settles it, then. May the best man win!

The fans pop massively at the prospect of carnage that the match promises as security usher the men backstage, one at a time. The feed moves along.


Tyler would slowly walk into the shot with a fake Television Championship slung over his shoulder, though it wasn't clear that it was fake, scaring the audience with the thought of Tyler actually winning the title from Vinny Marseglia.



Tyler Bate: Vinny, oh Vinny... You talk of bloodshed, you talk of gore. Yet not once have I heard you utter the words "I am disappointed in myself." Never once have you said explicitly to me that you've learned from your past mistakes as I have. Should that be because of your inability to doubt yourself, you can only doubt your peers. You've made plenty of mistakes, without acknowledging a single one. And one of those mistakes was letting me fight you for your title, and you're going to realise that soon enough. It's amusing to see someone older than me make the same mistakes I made when I was just a rookie in the wrestling scene, with nothing to do with UWF at all. Notice that when I said there was something similar between us when we spoke in that ring, I referred to how cocky you and I are, I never said we were at the same skill level. You may have fought people I've lost to in the past, namely Chris Jericho or Triple H, but I have changed. Alright, I get it, I say that a lot, a metric shit ton, in fact, and I only say it because it's true and I was DISAPPOINTED in my past self.

Tyler would prop the fake title back up onto his shoulder as it started to slip off.

Tyler Bate: Now. You and the crowd may be wondering where I got this title, and the simple answer is, I stole it. From the merchandise store, that is. You may say that this is the closest I'll get to a real title, but I really disagree, I mean, I'll be walking out with a real one tonight anyway, eh, don't worry lad, I'll buy this one for you as a parting present.

Tyler would hand $200 to the nearest security guard about to seize the title from his hands, the security guard took the money before walking away, possibly to the nearest door to the pop-up merchandise store.

Tyler Bate: I'll tell them to knock on your door and give it to you after the match, mate. You'll need something to mourn with, so why not the first best thing that isn't the real Television Championship. Αντίο, adiós, beannachd leat, good riddance, I'll see you in the ring...

The feed takes us back to ringside.

vs



"A Cut Above" blares through the arena as the lights in the arena are turned off apart from one spotlight in the middle of the ramp.

The camera pans down from the rafters onto Sammy Guevara standing there arms down with his hands resting on eachother over his lower stomach with his head down, holds this for about 10 seconds until.

"What it looks like" Sammy rises his arms and his head to this his arms out as the lights are turn on and are flashing enough to give an epileptic fit.

Sammy makes his way down to the ring occasionaly raising both his arms out towards the crowd half way down the ramp Sammy stops

Making his way down to the ring at a weight of 180 pounds, Mr Moneysworth, Sammy Guevara

Sammy points both thumbs and kneels down one knee as Chimel announces his name

As Sammy starts making his way to the ring again

Camera pans in close to Sammys face as he is at ring side

Sammy:"Im Mr Moneys worth baby"

Sammy goes up the steel steps and onto to the apron where he flips over the ropes, as he lands he sends out both his arms to the side.

Hardcam

Sammy kneels to one knee and points toward himself

Sammy stands as the music finishes



The opening bars of the song play in showing Drew Gulak delivering speeches interspersed with people in submissions on the titantron. When the song kicks into full gear he walks out in a robe and wrestling gear holding up a sign with a logo promoting one of his various poilicies.



Tony Chimel: Coming down to the ring weighing at 193 lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania he is The Master of 1000 Powerpoint Presentations, Drew Gulak!

He places the sign against the steel steps and climbs up to the apron and after wiping his feet on the apron. He goes in through the middle rope and slowly dresses down to his ring gear making sure to hand it in a neat pile to someone from the ring crew. From there he gets into his corner, and begins stretching waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING!


The bells rings and both competitors walk to the middle of the ring for a staredown, Sammy starts to talk some trash at Gulak but the master of the Gu-lock isn't impressed, Sammy in an effort to get a reaction of some sort shoves Drew but that proves to be a mistake as Drew is able to grab Sammy's arm and launch Sammy into his arm with a short-arm closeline! Drew doesn't let go and instead picks Sammy up for a second closeline! he again doesn't let go but instead of picking him up for another Drew bends over to grab Sammy's other arm but as he does that Sammy gets back to life and rolls Drew up with a Small Package!

1....
2...

NO!

The shocked Drew kicks out and immediately gets back up to his feet and so does Sammy

Tom Phillip: Sammy almost had the match won there, Gulak needs to be more careful and not underestimate him.

Corey Graves: Please Tom, Drew Gulak doesn't need some b grade commentator telling him what to do.

Tom Phillips: Well that's hurtful.

Now that Gulak and Sammy are both on their feet they both look each other at the eye and then decide at the same time "fuck this guy I hate him, let's be Ishii" and start forearming the wrinkles they don't have off of their foreheads with Gulak managing to get the advantage and put Sammy in the corner he then takes a few steps back, never taking his look off of Sammy, what can I say the man is handsome, Gulak then charges Sammy with a corner closeline but no!!! Sammy kicks the charging Gulak right in his Jewish nose! he then jumps up to the top rope and when Gulak attempts another charge he jumps at his face with his crotch and drops him a hurricanrana! Gulak lifts his legs in instinct and Sammy is able to grab em and pin him!

1....
2....

Gulak is able to power himself to the top!

1....
2....

Sammy is back on top!

1....
2....

Gulak is on top!

1....
2....
th...

Sammy gets back on top but only because the pin just happened to be to close to the ropes and Mcintyre's hand slipped and pushed Gulak, giving Sammy help in powering him

1...
2...

NO!

Gulak kicks out!

Mauro Ranallo: WHAT?! HOW DID THE REF DIDN'T SEE THAT?!

Corey Graves: He's just blind Mauro, have you ever seen a ref taking a bump? they're made of glass, in this guy's case probably his eyes too.

Sammy gets back to his feet first and the second Gulak gets back to his he sole kicks him right in the midsection then overhead chopping him multiple times, driving him into the ropes Sammy then Irish whips Gulak and when he comes back he jumps up in the air and nails Gulak with a jaw crushing dropkick! Gulak falls on his back clutching his jaw while Sammy taunts the crowd to a dumpster amount of boos and then jumps in the and with even looking crushes Gulak with a standing moonsault he then gets back up, this time facing Gulak, taunts the crowd again this time to even more boos and jumps in the air to crash Gulak again this time with a shooting star press! he asks the crowd if he needs to go for the pin and instead of getting a clear answer he just gets boos, he rightfully flips them off and climbs the top rope where he waits for Gulak to get up.

Mauro Ranallo: Sammy stalking Gulak like a hawk stalking its prey...

Corey Graves: ... Like how Kevin Steen used to stalk the catering before attacking.

A few moments pass and Gulak finally gets up so Sammy flips the crowd off once again and dives off with a missile dropkick but no!!!! Gulak backs up in time and is able to grab Sammy's feet and add his own force to the impact! he then quickly picks Sammy up, clutches his head and lifts his leg then dropping him with his Southern Lights Suplex! Gulak doesn't go for the bridge pin and instead he lets him go, Gulak takes a look at Sammy's prone body and smiles, Drew who realizes what's about to happen jumps on the apron tries to distract Gulak but instead gets the attention of the referee who tells him to get the fuck outta his ring while Gulak locks Sammy in the Gu-lock! Gulak yells at the ref to look at him to see Sammy tap out but the moment the ref takes his eyes off of Mcintyre he jumps into the ring and stomps hard on Gulak's face, making him release the hold and after making sure Sammy is ok Drew starts beating up Gulak, ground and pounding him into the mat, after some time Sammy joins in and starts kicking Gulak.

DING DING DING!

Mauro Ranallo: Come on, Sammy Guevara said he's gonna escape the Gu-lock..

Corey Graves: And that's what he did.

Mauro Ranallo: Yeah but...

Corey Graves: No but Mauro, he escaped that's what important.

Mcintyre and Sammy continue the beat down of Gulak but finally, the World Warriors come running into the ring, here to save their buddy! as soon as World Warrior finish running down the ramp Sammy and Mcintyre slide out the other side, not wanting anything with the World Warriors, right now anyway.

The scene opens with a dimly lit close-up of Vinny in his IT inspired gear.



Vinny Marseglia: Can twenty-one years be called a full life? Is a six year career a body of work worth looking back on? These are questions that will soon need answering when this week’s contender to my Television Championship, young Tyler Bate, gets crushed and tossed into the wind with the other every day debris. Of course, that answer may be something you don’t have to look far for. All you need to do is open his chronicle, read over it, and decide for yourself what the text within is a summary of.

Vinny pauses.

Tyler, you surmise that you are a coup for this roster, one of the most belonging additions. And it’s that surmising that has you assuming your victory tonight is a guarantee. But it’s like I told you before, there are no guaranteed victories around here unless it’s when I step into the ring with someone, then it’s a near certainty based on recent events. You say there are no strings attached, but there’s always strings attached. Life is cause and effect. While the cause isn’t always natural and the effect isn’t always domino, there is still something that’s going to happen as a result of something else occurring.

Vinny pauses again.

Egotism has had you dancing on those strings like a puppet, but tonight that ends and I use those strings to asphyxiate your momentum and then the fatal four-way at Summerslam will have no championship reward, it’ll be a moot point of who gets to fall to me again. And by the time that happens, with each hand I’ll be holding a championship, my knuckles and fingers stained with the blood of another day’s work. Next week’s challenger’s blood on the hand still holding the Television Championship, and Jericho’s blood on the hand holding the newly won UWF Championship.

Vinny smiles.

Baphomet lied to you, Tyler. You’re going to float too.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWF Television Championship!

The lights in the arena turned off, and all that now shown was a titantron, that titantron belonging to the one and only Tyler Bate. The video plays for a while with an entirely black screen whilst the intro to Angel Duster by Run The Jewels plays, echoing throughout the arena.





Tyler jumps out from behind the curtain in time with the music, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, he looks out into the crowd for some sort of cheer or boo from the crowd, unsurprisingly getting a mixed reception, he waves to the crowd before smiling and laughing as he thinks about his next opponent. He begins to stroll down the ramp as Tony Chimel announces his arrival.



Tony Chimel: "Introducing, from Dudley, England. Weighing in at 175lbs. Tyler... Bate!"

Tyler's nameplate silently appears from thin air on the screen of the titantron and for people at home with the magic of graphic design.



As Tyler finally reached the ring, he runs his hand along the ropes as he walks to the steps. Reaching them, he steps up onto the apron before going in between the ropes to enter the ring. After entering, he hops up onto his corner's top turnbuckle to brush his beard and his moustache.



With the crowd still indifferent to him, he hops down to his corner laughing and lays back, still brushing his luxurious blonde goatee.

Anticipation is at an all time high as the lights go out and as they do, a familiar song begins to play, the vocals beginning at the same moment as the song itself.

”I...am...your worst nightmare.
I’ll get inside your head,
You’ll see me before it ends.

I...am...your worst nightmare.
Don’t worry, don’t be scared.
I’m not going anywhere.”



At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and out walks Vinny Marseglia with one of his masks adorning his face and his trademark axe and red balloons in his grasp.



Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vinny....Marseglia!

Vinny makes his way down the ramp to the ring, the Television Championship around his waist. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny throws his arms upward and outward as he releases the balloons.



Following this, Vinny begins to remove his entrance gear as the referee hands the items off to a ringside official as Vinny gets ready for the match ahead.

DING! DING! DING!

Marseglia runs straight at Bate as the bell rings. Bate ducks the clothesline before running to the other side of the ring. Both men bounce back towards each other before crashing into each other with a clothesline. Both men go down, both men get up quickly to continue the match, Marseglia is strikes Bate with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Bate steps back as he holds onto his head. Marseglia hits a spinning kick to the gut of Bate. Tyler falls to his knees as he holds his stomach in pain. Vinny sends up a knee striking Bate in the jaw. Marseglia goes for cover quickly here...

..One!

Bate kicks out at One!

Marseglia and Bate get to their feet, Vinny gets Tyler in a headlock, Bate facing away from Vinny, Tyler steps back pushing Marseglia into the ropes. Marseglia taking shots as they move toward the ropes, striking Bate in the side of the head. Bate grabs onto Marseglia as he sends him over the top rope with a back suplex over the top rope. Marseglia lands on his feet on the apron. Marseglia pulls Bate into a reverse headlock over the rope, Marseglia lifts bate vertical, without a second glance Marseglia falls back, Marseglia hits a inverted brain buster, Both men crash hard to the outside. Marseglia takes a lot of force on his back from this move, Tyler doesn't seem to be moving though...

Mauro Ranallo: "MAMA MIA, MAMA MIA! Tyler Bate could be dead whats in the mind of this psychopath, Vinny Marseglia, He hit a inverted brain buster on Tyler Bate, from the ring apron..."


Corey Graves: "Tyler is still not moving someone call out the EMTs, No... Vinny... don't do that. Vinny Marseglia is the most dangerous man in UWF just ask Tyler Bate"


1...

The crowd begin chanting with the referee


2...

2


3...

3


Marseglia picks up the lifeless looking Bate...


Tom Phillips:"..ugh...guys... what's Marseglia going to do with the lifeless Tyler Bate."


Marseglia viciously whips bate over the barrier with force, Bate seems to realize his trouble as he almost instinctively vaults over the barrier with both hands as he lands on his feet...


Mauro Ranallo: "Just like a cockroach ,Bate seems to have survived the wrath of Marseglia, for now. Bate showing off his agility he some how vaulted himself over the barrier as Vinny looked to throw him into the crowd to inflict more of his sadistic punishment."


5...

5


Bate turns to see Marseglia about to climb over the barrier after him, Bate hits Marseglia with a stiff looking elbow, Marseglia takes a few steps back he almost trips over the steel steps, Bate quickly jumps onto the barrier from the ground in one jump... Bate stumbles a little while standing on the barrier, he shakes his head as he leaps with faith hitting into Marseglia with both knees connecting to Vinny's chest, Marseglia crashes into the steel steps behind him as Bate in a fluid motion falls forward and rolls forward as he stands to his feet he looks back to Marseglia....


Corey Graves: "Catlike agility from Bate, This man could be going into Summerslam with the TV title around his waist, this match will change the dynamic of the Fatal 4-Way at Summerslam."



6...

6


Mauro Ranallo: "If Bate wins tonight he will turn that Fatal 4-Way into a television title match, we've seen the likes of Sammy Guevara already face Vinny and coming up short, Bate and Guevara beat the other two of the Fatal 4-way in a tag match a few weeks ago, can Bate be able to overcome what Sammy Guevara and Low Ki have been unable to..."


Tom Phillips: "Only time will tell, the referee is at the count of 7 Bate seems to be taking his time, just remember there is champions advantage if Bate is too cocky he could lose this opportunity..."


7...

7


Bate hears the seven count as he grabs Vinny by his hair, Tyler pulls him to his feet by the hair, Bate pulls Marseglia over to near the ring apron. Bate goes to flapjack Marseglia into the hardest part of the ring but Marseglia is able to grab onto the top rope... Marseglia kicks his foot back as it bounces off Bate's head, Tyler releases his hold on Vinny, Marseglia quickly goes through the middle rope realizing the opening he just made....


8...

8


Marseglia runs to the other side of the ring, Marseglia launches himself into the ropes. He hits the top rope as he catches himself before bouncing back, Vinny taunts Bate as he had braced for impact and curled into a ball. Tyler realizing he had been duped and quickly making his way back into the ring just as the referee counts 9!


Tom Phillips: "Marseglia is playing mind games he is smiling like a madman, Bate was getting out of the way, Marseglia is playing mind games..."


Corey Graves: "Bate did the smart thing, no shame but Marseglia just gave up the champions advantage, he could have won and kept his title until Summerslam, where he is facing UWF Champion Chris Jericho, he is now risking his health by continuing this match. Stupid if you ask me..."


9...

9


Vinny looks at Bate as he comes slides in, Bate pulls Vinny's legs from under him. Bate starts sending lefts and rights into Vinny from a mounted position, Marseglia wraps his legs around Bate, Vinny uses his legs to get Bate on the ground. Marseglia looks to give back some to Tyler as he grabs his head and starts to viciously smash it against the canvas....

Tom Phillips: "Marseglia is trying to kill Bate with this vicious assault..."

Tyler Bate is almost out cold, Marseglia gets to his feet as he has a crazed look in his eyes, Marseglia lifts Bate to his feet, Vinny sends Bate into the ring post neck first. Marseglia grabs around Bates shoulders as he pulls him from the turnbuckles, Marseglia lifts Bate up to the top rope where he drapes his feet, Vinny goes for a dragonscrew neck breaker, Bates body contorts in an unnatural way as his head smashes into the canvas, Vinny goes for the cover on Bate...



One!


Two!


Three!

Bate kicks out at 2.7

Marseglia gets a hold of Bate's hair as he pulls him to his feet, Marseglia sends a stiff looking elbow off the jaw of Bate, Marseglia sends yet another stiff elbow hitting the jaw again, Marseglia pulls back on Bates head as he looks him in the eyes with his intent to kill, Marseglia is surprised when Bate sends up his arm, Vinny looks up as he is hit with Tylers other hand smashing off his Jaw. Marseglia falls back letting go off Tyler...

Mauro Ranallo: "There it is the feint and the sucker punch"

Tom Phillips: "What a sucker punch, fight like a man Tyler thats so disgusting"

Bate grabs a hold of Marseglia's hand as he whips him towards the other rope, As Vinny bounces back he is met with a shotgun drop kick by Bate. Tyler lands on his back, Bate kips up back to his feet as he twirls his mustache to the crowd...

Bate walks over to Marseglia who is on his hands and knees one hand on his chest, Bate does a standing backflip, Bate comes down hard on the back of Vinny who holds his chest....

Marseglia begins to push himself up, Bate looks down at Vinny as Marseglia slowly gets to his feet as Bate quickly hooks Marseglia's leg and head, Bate hits a delayed exploder suplex onto Marseglia, Bate goes for the cover....

Mauro Ranallo: "What power from Bate this man is amazing!"

One!

Two!

Marseglia kicks out at 2

Tyler lifts up Marseglia's head as he gets to his knees, Vinny is lifted to his feet by Bate, Tyler whips Marseglia with force into the turnbuckle, Marseglia flips over the corner and lands on the apron, Bate runs over to the corner, Marseglia goes for a side kick using the ropes, Bate ducks under Vinny's foot, Marseglia lands back first onto the apron...

Corey Graves: "Thats what happens when you try to show off, Marseglia taking the punishment which he deserves"

Bate climbs up the turnbuckle, Tyler twirls his mustache just before he leaps off the top rope, Bate sends both his feet toward the abdomen, Marseglia rolls toward the ring, Bate lands on both feet on the apron, Bate being a little off balance, Marseglia gets to his feet like a cat, Bate is able to hit a a forearm onto Marseglia who was trying to take advantage....

Tom Phillips: "Bate being too quick for Marseglia right there, Bate seems to have all the counters for Marseglia"

Bate quickly climbs between the ropes and begins sending punches to the face of Marseglia, Bate goes under a punch attempt by Marseglia, Bate lifts up Vinny into a fireman's carry, Bate sends Marseglia over his shoulder as he puts his knee out, Marseglia lands on his feet and sends back a boot into the other leg of Bate, Tyler goes face first into the canvas as Marseglia takes control...

Marseglia smiles as he finally has control, Bate gets to his knees as he does Marseglia runs to the ropes as he comes back he hits Bate with a running kick to the side of the face, Marseglia gets to his knees and smiles at the pain he is about to cause Bate crawls to the corner and uses it to stand as Marseglia realizes what Bate is doing he runs to the ropes opposite Bate, he bounces back and hits Bate at full force with a forearm, he looks to the other corner he runs to that and as he bounces back he hits another running forearm on Bate, Marseglia puts Bate's arm around his neck they step away from the corner, Marseglia hits a saito suplex onto Bate, Marseglia goes for the cover....


One!

Two!

Bate kicks out at 2

Marseglia looks enthralled, Vinny quickly gets to his feet as he drags the body of Bate to his feet Marseglia hits a visious looking headbutt Bate falls back into the ropes. Bate goes to hit another feint sucker punch but Marseglia blocks it with a knee to the gut of Bate, Marseglia moves towards the ropes as he bounces back Tyler is hit with a jumping knee to the chin for his worries, Bate falls onto his back, Marseglia realizes he is in the prefect position for it...

Tom Phillips: "Bate is in the perfect position for Redrum, will this be it , will Marseglia finally be able to defeat Bate who has seemingly had him scouted, at almost every turn of this match..."

Marseglia quickly makes his way to the corner closest to Bate he begins his climb to the top rope, Marselia perched at top stops as he looks both ways, Marseglia looks forward as he jumps, Marseglia clean looking Redrum on Bate, Tyler doesn't move from the impact he looks out of it...

Corey Graves: "Marseglia just tried to commit Murder on Bate get him out of here."

A man in the hood climbs over the barrier, Marseglia realises the man in the hood and is on edge waiting for him to attack...

Tom Phillips: "Who is the man in the hood..."

The hooded man slides into the ring and goes straight after Marseglia, Marseglia and the man start trading blows, the hooded man hits a Codebreaker onto Marseglia, The hooded man looks to the hard cam as he reveals his face....

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my god Jericho just cost Marseglia the match, Jericho is an evil bastard"

Corey Graves: "We're going to have a new UWF Television champion. Marseglias Reign of terror is coming to an end..."

Jericho pulls Bate over Marseglia for the cover, Jericho wakes up the referee Jericho climbs out of the ring to let the referee count the cover...

One!

Two!

Three!

Marseglia kicks out at 2.9!

Jericho is in absolute shock he does not believe his eyes

Tom Phillips "Oh god what is Marseglia made of, the shock on Jericho's face is priceless"

Jericho climbs to the apron, the referee bans him from ringside... Jericho is escorted from ringside...

Mauro Ranallo "Thank god Jericho is being escorted from ringside."

Tyler is the first to his feet as he has no idea whats gone on, Marseglia is still down, Bate grabs onto Jericho he looks both ways to the crowd, Tyler lifts up Jericho for a Tyler Driver '97, Tyler hits the Tyler Driver '97 onto Marseglia, he books both legs...

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel "Here is your winner and New UWF Television Champion, Tyler Bate!"

The crowd are in shock of the surprising win...

Corey Graves: "New champion Tyler Bate, We have a new champion Tyler Bate! Thank the heavens and thanks to Jericho."

Mauro Ranallo: "Marseglia has been dethroned, Marseglia will come back for his title after he is finished with Jericho for what he has caused... "

The referee hands the title to the shocked Tyler Bate as he begins to stand....



Tyler gets to his feet surprised he did it as he looks off into the crowd as his theme plays throughout the arena, Bate just holds the title, Tyler Bate eventually takes the title to the corners to show off the prize he had just claimed. Marseglia sits up, Bate realizes this and quickly gets out of the ring to avoid any backlash from the former television champion, Vinny Marseglia.

The camera fades back to Velveteen backstage. He is still searching for a person to fight at SummerSlam so he doesn't have to compete on the SummerSlam's Battle Royal card because he feels as if he's too good for it. The Velveteen Dream continues to look but stops. He's a little disgusted to get close to him as the camera moves to reveal Jimmy Jacobs!

Velveteen Dream: Ugh... You. The Dream guess you'll do. So as you know, the Dream is on the hunt for an opponent at SummerSlam, cause both us know the Dream is too good to be stuck on the Battle Royal card just so the Dream can get his royalties, and obviously you aren't doing anything at SummerSlam and the Dream thinks you are semi-decent at wrestling... So what do you say? You wanna be my opponent? If you say yes though, you're gonna have to put the Dream over. If it wasn't obvious already.

The Zombie Princess, "UWF's Most Violent Wrestler", some may say, takes a double take at the Velveteen Dream. The glitz, the glamour, it's a bit, stunning, for Jacobs, who equally delves into some flamboyant fashion himself. Although he was busy on his phone, he had to hear what Dream was throwing down, and at the end, he raised an eyebrow at "The Dream".



"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "Just when I thought I was the only guy mistaken here for my... extravagant style, here you come along. Gotta say, kid, some impressive stuff. But to answer your question, take a hike."

Jacobs whips out from his pocket a cigarette and a lighter. He was never one to play by the rules, whether it was in a ring or backstage, and smoking was second nature for the guy.

Velveteen Dream takes offense to being called a kid, and knocks the cigarette from his hand. Jacobs looks down at his knockdown cigarette and looks back at Dream

Velveteen Dream: The Dream is not a kid. The Dream is an experience and the Dream doesn't take too kindly to your response. So just for that don't expect the Dream to be as nice to you next time we meet. The Dream doesn't even want to fight you anymore. Not because the Dream doesn't like you. It's because the Dream realized you are not up to par with the Dream's level. The Dream has seen your matches and the Dream is not impressed. Now, if you'll excuse the Dream, he still has to look for a partner.

The Dream smirks at Jimmy Jacobs and steps on the cigarette Jacobs lit.

Velveteen Dream: Also smoking is bad for you.

The Dream storms off, while Jimmy Jacobs just smirks and pulls out another cigarette as he watches the Dream walk off.

The cameras go to another area backstage, where The Hired Gunns are walking down from The Miz’s private locker room and are about ready to get into Gorilla position.

Gunn: “Alright Kidman, it’s almost time for our match, so you know what we have to do…”

Kidman just rolls his eyes towards Gunn

Kidman: “Fine, BG but I don’t entirely understand why you have to make this a ritual for us. I mean, we did it once before our first match and won, but every other time we’ve just lost, so what makes you think that this time will be different?”

Gunn: “Because we’re facing a guy Miz beat and his Broken friend, we have this in the bag, just like Miz has the scramble in-”

Gunn is cut off, however, as the camera pans over to where CM Punk is standing and watching their idiocracy.

CM Punk: “If you’re gonna say that Miz has the scramble match in the bag then I suggest you quickly change the subject before I whoop your asses. You idiots do realise that not only is he facing four other dudes but he’s facing one guy in particular.. ME, The Future Hall of Famer! If you guys really think that Miz let alone any of the other guys are gonna beat me in that match then you’re way more dumb than I thought you were..”

Gunn: “Oh, hey Kidman it’s CM Punk. Apparently he’s a future Hall of Famer...didn’t know the UWF had a Hall of Fame, but if they do then this guy at least knows he is going to be in it.”

L: “I...I can’t tell if that was sarcasm or if you were being sincere, and that worries me a bit too much…”

Kidman: “How can you not tell? I mean, Gunn’s right, this guy who hasn’t had a single accomplishment since coming back to the UWF is 100% going to go into the Hall of Fame, can’t you tell?”

Punk squares up to Kidman and Gunn

CM Punk: “Excuse me? I think you’re both forgetting something here.. I was the first EVER UWF champion and you’re making it out like I don’t deserve to enter the hall of fame? I’m not just going to enter the hall of fame, I’m going to be the first entrant into it. Maybe, I haven’t accomplished anything but I’ve only been here for a few months and now I’m already booked for an IC title match. Now if that doesn’t tell you both how good I am then I don’t know what will. Maybe I should wear a suit and marry a fake bitch, that seems to be the image of greatness in your minds right? Either way, I’m gonna beat your boss for that title and I’m gonna hold it for a long ass time.. you two got a problem with that?”

Gunn and Kidman both take a step back from Punk, not looking to fight him.

Gunn: “Woah, woah, Punk look we’re not wanting to fight you. We’ve already got to go beat Kendrick and Hardy, and a fight with you wouldn’t exactly be beneficial. I mean, we’re wearing down your opponents for the Scramble, so if we aren’t able to do damage to them it means you will be having a harder time in the match.”

Kidman: “Besides, this is more of a ‘What Have You Done Lately?’ and lately all you’ve done is team up with Rick Rude a bunch. Meanwhile, our boss defended his Intercontinental Championship twice within the span of a week. And just for the record, we live close to Miz’s house and visit there frequently and I can be certain in saying Maryse is no fake bitch!”

Punk lets out a slight chuckle at the sight of The Hired Gunns backing away.

CM Punk: “You know what? I’ll let you both off for disrespecting me with such a silly question. That’s a smart idea wearing down everyone else in the scramble.. But you’re acting like you’re doing it for me, using it as an excuse. All three of us know that you’re making it easier for Miz to win at Summerslam by wearing his opponents down so let me just tell you something, if either of you even so much as poke me before Summerslam, I will drive my knee through your forehead (Punk points at Gunn) and I will drive my knee through your forehead (Punk points at Kidman). Capeesh? Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I’ve got better things to do than stand around and chat to you two idiots. I’ve got a world champion to go and beat. Also, I already found you two pretty weird when I see you both following Miz, so, knowing that you live close to him, makes me feel slightly more uncomfortable around you both than I already did. I hope you boys are prepared for the mental breakdown of your boss because he’s not keeping that title come Summerslam then where will you go? Hahahahaha..”

Punk cackles as he walks away from Kidman and Gunn.

Gunn: “Well, he’s gone now, so guess we can go through with our pre-match ritual now?”

Kidman: “I guess so, I mean...if Miz loses, do you really think he’d have a breakdown?”

Gunn: “You’re honestly giving a thought that Miz will lose the time of day? Who cares about what Punk says, Miz will just drive his head into the mat at Summerslam and retain his title. He’s already beat Kendrick, we’re about to beat Hardy, Rude will be too busy obsessing over his body with Bischoff, and the so-called Future Hall of Famer is going to be too busy trying to get a glimpse of the greatness he once had as UWF Champ which will let Miz just slide in, steal a pin at the worst, and continue his title reign.”

L: “At the worst? Think it’s more likely than not that if he retains it’ll be off a last-second pin steal…”

Kidman: “Ah, whatever, let’s get this-”

Punk slightly overhears Kidman and Gunn.

CM Punk: “The fuck did you say?”

Gunn and Kidman both look a bit worried as Punk is walking back over.

Gunn: “W-What should you care about it?”

CM Punk: “Maybe because I heard something about Miz sliding in and continuing his title reign? When are you two gonna realise that his reign is not continuing! Read my lips; NOOOOOOOT. CONTINUUUUIIIINNGG. Got it? I’m gonna go and get ready for my match now. Talk shit again and I will cut your tongues out so help me god.”

As Punk walks away, we hear him murmur something under his breath.

CM Punk: “Assholes..”

Gunn and Kidman both look to each other as Punk walks away for what they hope is the final time. Gunn goes to say something, but L stops him.

L: “Okay, sorry Gunn but doing the ritual isn’t optimal right now, just go out there and win, alright?”

Gunn nods, and him and Kidman walk off camera, with the feed going elsewhere after a few seconds.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

QUIET ON THE SET, MAY WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!

The fans begin booing loudly as Miz's traditional Hollywood intro plays, the arena lights dimmed to darkness.

BE JEALOUS!!!!!



"Fire" by Barns Courtney begins to play as The Hired Gunns, Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman, walk out onto the stage, seeming hyped up as they try playing to the crowd, the vocals kicking in as they begin walking down the ramp.





Tony Chimel: "Weighing in at a combined weight of 463 lbs, the team of Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman, The Hired Gunns!"

Gunn and Kidman continue to play to the crowd, getting a mix of cheers and boos, all the while they're talking to L as they enter the ring. As the chorus kicks in, they both hop up to the top rope and yell out to the crowd, eliciting a good but mixed response as they hop off the turnbuckles, say their goodbyes to L for the time being, and wait.

Tony Chimel: And their opponents...

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



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



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



I'M A MAN WITH A PLAN!

Yells out from the PA system and rings through the arena. Signaling the arrival of just that, the Man with a Plan, THE Brian Kendrick.



The Brian Kendrick waltz out from the back, a confident smirk across his face. His trademark Blackbeard Pirates flag is slung over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring, eyes locked.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Venice Beach, California, THEEEEEE Brian Kendrick!

Kendrick swaggers up the steps and quickly steps into the ring. He struts around the ring for a few circles before he starts to remove to his flag and jacket to prepare for his match.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings and it's determined that Matt Hardy and Billy Gunn will start things off here tonight. Hardy immediately crosses the ring looking unhinged as he shouts, "Yaaaaaaas!" The crowd are chanting a fevered "DELETE!" chant already, which unnerves Gunn slightly as he tries to go on the offence by tying Hardy up. The pair jostle for position and Hardy rolls out behind Gunn, who then rolls around behind Hardy before giving him a little shove forward. Matt turns around with a grin on his face as Gunn taps his forehead as if to indicate he's got the brains in this little altercation, then the pair tie up all over again. This time, Gunn pulls Hardy into a side headlock, keeping him there and applying some torque to the hold as he flexes. Hardy drives Gunn back into the ropes and then slips free as he whips Gunn across the ring. On the rebound, Matt looks for a lariat but Gunn ducks under, then comes back with a shoulder block that grounds the Broken One!

Tom Phillips: Some smart counter-tactics at play here as Billly Gunn avoids a lariat and knocks Matt Hardy to the canvas.

Hardy is quick to get to one knee, but as he does Gunn smacks him right on the jaw, causing him to reel to his side. Billy then hits the ropes and comes looking with a drive-by boot to the face, but Hardy dodges to the side and pops back up to his feet. As Gunn rebounds, he does so into a double-over Hardy who tosses him in the air with a back body drop! Gunn hits the ring hard on his tailbone and cries out as he braces his lower back. Hardy immediately puts Gunn in a chin lock.

Mauro Ranallo: Matt Hardy has locked in that chin lock and we all know that his game here is one of attrition. He's trying to wear his opponent down.

Corey Graves: That's right, Mauro. You win tag matches by draining your opponents before they can drain you. Rest holds like this chin lock can really take the wind out of someone.

Billy struggles against the hold, battling up to one knee before throwing an elbow into Hardy's stomach, forcing him to release it. As Hardy doubles over, Gunn grabs him by the hair and strikes him repeatedly in the face with a forearm. The blows take a toll on the Broken One, who begins to show signs of wear as Gunn slowly gets back to his vertical base between strikes. Finally when Billy is on his two feet, he throws Matt into the ropes and on the rebound scoops him up into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Hardy connects spine-first on Gunn's knee and flops off of it onto the canvas, writhing in pain. Gunn gets to his feet and heads for his corner, tagging in Kidman.

Tom Phillips: And the Hired Gunns make the first tag of the match as Billy Kidman enters the fray.

Kidman enters between the ropes while Gunn turns back to put the boot to Hardy. When Kidman is in the ring, both men pull Hardy to his feet and whip him into the ropes. Immediately Kidman takes off for the ropes adjacent while Gunn back body drops Hardy, and when Matt hits the canvas Kidman hits him with a running moonsault, hooking the leg for the cover!

1...

2...

...NO!

Hardy gets the shoulder up directly after the two, as Gunn heads for his corner and steps out onto the apron. Kidman is quick to put Hardy in a headlock.

Corey Graves: And now Billy Kidman taps into the reservoir of wear-down holds as he tries to strangle the fight out of his opponent.

Tom Phillips: Against any ordinary man these tactics might work, but Matt Hardy is far from ordinary.

Indeed, almost as if to prove Phillips correct Hardy grabs the arm of Kidman and starts to power his way out of the hold as he pries it away from himself. Kidman, knowing he is losing control instead releases the hold and connects to either side of Hardy's neck with a Mongolian chop! Hardy cries out as Kidman smirks, then punts him on the spine before pulling him back down onto his back and going for another cover.

1...

...NO!

Once again, Hardy kicks out, this time powering out of the cover by throwing Kidman off of himself. Matt then rolls out of the ring, looking to buy himself some time as he stumbles toward the barricade. Kidman wants none of that as he hits the ropes opposite and then leaps over the top looking for a suicide senton! Hardy, however, has it scouted and he dives out of the way so that Kidman crashes and burns against the barricade! The fans kick up another massive "DELETE!" chant as Hardy stumbles toward the apron, runs a hand through his hair and then turns around to find his defenceless pray. Matt smiles widely as he starts his delete taunts, then moves over to Kidman, hauls him to his feet and sends him into the ring. Matt follows in behind him and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

...NO!

Tom Phillips: Just in the knick of time, Billy Kidman kicks out!

Corey Graves: The Hired Gunns were in control of this match until a costly mistake put them in a bad spot. Kidman needs to make a tag badly.

Hardy hauls Kidman to his feet and sends him into the rope, then charges him and hits a corner clothesline that he quickly rolls out into a bulldog. The fans are buzzing, knowing the Broken One must be plotting the ultimate defeat of his foe. The Broken One gets to his feet wide-eyed and laughs to himself in a disturbing way that actually causes a hush to fall over the fans. He then starts to stalk Kidman, who slowly gets to his feet. Kidman is dazed as Hardy moves in and grabs him from behind, but Billy has the wherewithal to lash out with a spinning elbow that Hardy ducks under before catching him in a clutch and executing the Side Effect! There's a huge pop from the fans as Matt gets to his feet and heads to his corner, hopping up onto the second rope. As he does this, Kendrick tags himself into the match!

Mauro Ranallo: Brian Kendrick has tagged himself in -- he wants a piece of the action!

Tom Phillips: Of course he does. All of the work has been done, all that's left for him to do is pick up the pieces!

Hardy hops off the ropes and eyes Kendrick as he enters the ring. The fans are booing as The Wizard of Odd heads over to Kidman and hauls him to his feet, then grabs him in the hold for Sliced Bread No. 2! Kendrick turns toward his own corner and runs for it, but as he does Hardy kicks him in the gut and hits the Twist of Fate! Matt's fans pop, but the reaction overall is profoundly mixed as the Broken One rolls out of the ring, leaving Kendrick twitching on the canvas.

Corey Graves: Hahahaha, brilliant! Matt Hardy shows that he was the man with a plan as he spikes his Summerslam opponent!

Mauro Ranallo: Brian Kendrick is always talking about Fate, and now he has suffered a Twist of it here tonight!

Kidman drags himself to his corner and tags in Gunn, who enters the ring as Kendrick is crawling toward the middle of the ring. Gunn lines him up and as Kendrick gets to a doubled-over position, Billy takes off and hits the Famouser! He goes for the cover:

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners,

The Hired Gunns!





Tom Phillips: Treachery! Treachery is the only reason the Hired Gunns claimed victory here tonight!

Mauro Ranallo: But Matt Hardy claimed the moral victory and, just weeks before Summerslam, you have to wonder what sort of psychological toll this strike will have taken on the Man with a Plan.

Corey Graves: Kendrick is not likely to forget this anytime soon.

The Gunns celebrate their victory in the ring as Kendrick rolls out of it, visibly frustrated with the defeat. Hardy has already made his way to the back. The feed moves along.


The Dream has already asked all the people he deemed worthy to be his opponent at SummerSlam, but everyone has declined. The Dream wasn't surprised since they knew they'd lose in the end. If the Dream was them he'd decline too. He wouldn't want to get his butt kicked by the living God known as Velveteen Dream. As the Dream kept looking for an opponent, his match with Sweeney was rapidly increasing. If the Dream couldn't find an opponent tonight, he better forget putting on a sensational match at SummerSlam. The Dream was scurrying around backstage asking anyone and everyone at this point to be his partner, until he saw a legend before his eyes...

The camera pans over to reveal Goldust!



Velveteen Dream: Look who we have here. "The Bizarre One" Goldust. The Dream can see it now. The Bizarre One vs. The Dream. We can steal the show. We can make SummerSlam the biggest event of the Summer! What do you say Goldie? Do you want to be the Dream's partner at SummerSlam and make magic happen?

Goldust chuckles.

Goldust: Dream, I have seen you're work and I got to admit you have "IT." The way you deconstructed Finn Balor last week, or that time when you put away THE GREAT KHALI! He's giant! And your elbow slayed that beast. Also you did great stuff with Adam Cole. You two have very bright futures. Whether if you guys are together or not.

Goldust: I'm sorry. I'm getting sidetracked. You know, Dream... I would love to have a match with you, but I can't. My hips don't work like they used to. Goldust vs. Dream is a dream match just waiting to happen, but unfortunately that wait is gonna have to be indefinite. Until I can get cleared by doctors, that just isn't gonna be possible right now.

Goldust: But if you ever have any troubles or anything, just give me a call. I'll have your back, Dream. Us together can be great! I can be your mentor, until you fully blossom to that beautiful little velveteen flower. Cause I notice you fight through your emotions. You can say you don't, but trust me. I've fought through emotions a few times, and while it isn't particularly bad. It can be. Dream sometimes you can't always be in the spotlight. So trust me. Enter that battle royal, cause I know you'll end up winning, and when you do... just imagine it. Every single spotlight will be on you. That'll be your SummerSlam moment. So like I was saying. If you ever need anything, here's my card. Good luck against Sweeney tonight!

Velveteen Dream: Listen, the Dream didn't need this whole lecture, the Dream doesn't need your business card, and the Dream will never degrade to being in a battle royal just to get my royalties for being on the SummerSlam card. The Dream is not content with being bottom of the scum like you. And we all know you won't fight the Dream, cause you're too scared to get that gold of yours knocked out until you just become dust.

The Velveteen Dream's music starts up indicating his match with Sweeney is about to start.

Velveteen Dream: It was nice talking to you, but the Dream has a match to get to.

Goldust just looks at the Dream with a face of worry as the Dream walks away to his match against Sweeney.

Corey Graves: “Well, ladies and gentlemen buckle up because we’ve got a clash of two superstars trying to prove that they can make it up to the top. We’ve got Larry Sweeney vs The Velveteen Dream. Sweet n’ Sour vs Dream. The two of them have been having a vicious war of words before this matchup so I think it could go either way.”

Tom Phillips: “Personally I think Larry Sweeney just has the edge heading into this match. Don’t discredit the fact of that winning streak he went on that was ended by none other than Vinny Marseglia and the fact that he’s a triple champion! Could you do that Corey?”

Mauro Ranallo: “...you do know those aren’t official UWF belts right Tom? They aren’t even in circulation…”



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...

Tony 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.

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.



The two men stare off before the referee calls for the bell to start the match. The referee then indicates to ringside officials to ring the bell to start this match.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings as the tension is clear in the arena, all of the talk. All of the drama. All of the aesthetic. What matters now is what these two will do to each other to stand victorious. What length will they go to to stand up tall? The two circle the ring like vultures trying to get an upper hand in the grappling game. They both lock one hand up in the air as they look to get a firmer grip to gain the advantage. Sweeney wrenches down on the second hand of Velveteen Dream and then wrenches down the first one to level him out.

Velveteen slides underneath Sweeney and then goes for a quick cover from a roll up, extremely early into the match.

On-

The referee couldn’t even get to one from Velveteen’s unique victory roll.

Mauro Ranallo: “You can’t put him away that early Velveteen!”

Corey Graves: “That’s right Mauro, never do a rollup less than a minute into a match. What was he thinking?”

As Sweeney kicks out he rolls over to the ropes to help him get up. Velveteen rolls backwards and then gets up as they go back to their attack with Velveteen running at Sweeney and hitting a huge arm drag taking him down with authority. It doesn’t take too long for Velveteen to get back up to his feet but unfortunately for him, he still gets dragged back down by Larry. Velveteen gets back up to his feet once more but instead of running into the arm drag he hits Larry Sweeney with a huge dropkick.

Larry holds his face as he slowly gets himself back up to his feet. Velveteen then waits for Larry to get up just to dive at him with a huge clothesline colliding into Sweeney’s neck. Velveteen then kips himself up and then taunts the crowd in how slick his style can be. He then gets Larry Sweeney up by his head and then raises Larry up onto his shoulders.

Tom Phillips: “He could be going for the rolling Death Valley Driver on Sweeney right here!”

Corey Graves: “This could be over right here…”

Suddenly Larry frees himself by scraping Velveteen’s eyes making him fall down to his knees and to allow Larry to get off his shoulders. Then Larry Sweeney grabs him from behind into a sleeper hold. He wraps his legs around Velveteen’s stomach and tightens with his arms. Velveteen struggles and tries to get him off his back.

Dream runs back into the corner and sends Sweeney’s back into the turnbuckles that makes him release the sleeper hold. Velveteen rolls to the opposite side of the ring and then runs back into Larry Sweeney crashing into him with a clothesline. Sweeney then sloops down into a seated position after the clothesline.

Mauro Ranallo: “Wow, what a clothesline into the corner, that echoed throughout the arena!”

Velveteen backs off to the parallel turnbuckle then gets a run up for a sliding forearm into the corner sending Sweeney’s face towards the crowd. Velveteen then drags him into the middle of the ring and pushes his legs up to cover him.

1…

Tw-

The referee almost gets a two count from Velveteen’s attack to Sweeney.

As Sweeney kicks out he pushes his legs at Velveteen to hit him back into the corner as he gets up. Sweeney then goes over to the corner and grabs his head and runs up the ropes and hits a big tornado DDT landing Velveteen Dream right on top of his head.

Then as Velveteen tries to recover, Sweeney underhooks both of his arms and then drags him up by them. He gets him over his head, swinging him up and crashing him back down after the double underhook suplex from Larry Sweeney. He then hooks the leg for a cover.

1…

2…

Velveteen kicks out at two to Larry’s double underhook suplex.

After Velveteen kicks out of the pinfall attempt as Larry Sweeney sits up and grunts at Dream’s resilience. He then climbs on top of Velveteen and lays in a couple of punches to his head. After around 8 punches to Velveteen’s head Larry Sweeney gets back up to his feet and then begins to strut around the ring.

Tom Phillips: “The showboating from Larry Sweeney is in full display.”

Larry finishes his little strut and then picks Velveteen up by his tights. Sweeney then rotates around Velveteen starting up the punches. One. Two. Three. Sweeney charges it up with the audience as he goes for the Bionic Elbow, and he hits it! Larry then goes for the cover on Velveteen.

1…

The Velveteen Dream kicked out at one from the Bionic Elbow!

Corey Graves: “By god, Dusty Rhodes is turning in his grave.”

Tom Phillips: “How did Velveteen do that?!”

Larry then shouts at the shock of Velveteen kicking out at one for a so protected move. He then slaps the mat several times venting off his frustration and then yells at the referee “DID YOU SEE THAT?” Larry then starts to get up and then steps on and over Velveteen.

Larry then hits the ropes and runs back and hits a huge leg drop onto The Velveteen Dream’s neck. He then hooks the leg of Velveteen as he keeps his leg on top.

1…

Tw-

The Velveteen Dream kicks out just before two from the Leg Drop!

Tom Phillips: “These legends are going to be mad...”

Corey Graves: “Why would Larry Sweeney go for the move popularised by Hulk Hogan… did he think he has done enough to put away Velveteen just yet? I don’t think he has...”

Larry Sweeney then suddenly stands up and goes straight to work by grabbing the leg of Velveteen Dream, twirling around it and then hooking the legs into a Figure 4 Leglock! Velveteen screeches in pain of his knee.

Tom Phillips: “Unless if I’m missing something, this is sending a message to Velveteen Dream, and that right now is give up.”

Corey Graves: “It’s also a huge message towards the past of professional wrestling. It’s quite peculiar that this method is being used on Velveteen.”

The Velveteen Dream grabs the ropes and forces the referee to get Larry Sweeney off. He doesn’t let go so the referee starts the count up for a potential disqualification from refusal to break the hold. 1-2-3-4. Larry Sweeney releases at the last minutes as Velveteen clutches his leg in pain.

Larry Sweeney then heads straight up to the top rope, looking for a 12 Large Elbow right to Velveteen to finish him off. He dives up in the air but misses by Velveteen rolling out of the ring. Looking to capitalise on Larry’s mistake, Velveteen rolls back into the ring and goes for the cover on Sweeney.

1…

2…

Larry Sweeney kicks out at two to the missed elbow drop.

Velveteen rolls off Sweeney then gets up to his feet, he looks out at the audience then rolls Sweeney onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Sweeney then rolls off his shoulders and hits the ropes, leading to a stiff superkick from Velveteen.

Tom Phillips: “Gheez, Velveteen could have knocked Sweeney’s teeth back into his skull!”

Mauro Ranallo: “Mamma mia! That kick connected loudly on Sweeney, he must not know where he is anymore!”

After Sweeney gets knocked down from the superkick, Velveteen rolls him onto his shoulders once more and then delivers the huge takeover Fireman’s Carry once more sending him crashing down to the mat. After hitting it, Velveteen runs straight up the ropes and then dives back in a moonsault. Velveteen hooks the legs from the moonsault.

1…

2…

Th-

Velveteen almost puts away Sweeney after delivering that devastating combination to him, but Larry kicks out just before three.

Velveteen then jumps up in shock and then holds his head in his hands. He then looks back at Sweeney surprised at his resilience. Velveteen then uses the ropes to get himself back up and then begins to strut, mocking Sweeney laying down on the mat. He then lifts up Sweeney to his feet and then slaps him in the face.

Sweeney reacts to his by holding his face and then looking back in disgust at Velveteen and then returning one similarly. Velveteen reacts rather similarly and then throws a knife edged chop to his chest. Sweeney then clutches his chest, just to return one back to Velveteen. They then begin to exchange chops to the chest.

One after another after another after another after another. Sweeney then realises he doesn’t have to play this game and then pokes Velveteen right in his eyes. Velveteen backs into the corner and then clutches his face. Larry then runs straight at Velveteen and hits a huge splash laying Velveteen down on the mat. After the splash he pushes the legs over his head in an Alligator Clutch.

1…

Tw-

Velveteen kicks out just before two at the Alligator Clutch.

As Velveteen kicks him back and then sends Sweeney to back off the ropes, Sweeney rebounds and then drops the knee on Velveteen. He then raises Velveteen up to throw him out of the ring. Sweeney throws him out of the ring and then begins getting to work on Velveteen.

Sweeney chucks Velveteen into the guardrail and then positions him on top of it leaving him dangling on top. Sweeney then runs straight up at Velveteen and hits a huge forearm to the side of his head. Velveteen topples over the barricade as Larry walks off the forearm he just gave to him. The referee begins the count on the two on the outside.

1-

Larry then begins to stomp a mudhole in Velveteen on the outside and then starts to argue with a fan at ringside halfway through stomping him out. He then shouts widely to everyone after finishing stomping Velveteen, “I’m the champion!”.

2-

Larry then slides Velveteen underneath the ring and rolls into the ring, leaving the referee to do the count on Velveteen. Larry Sweeney begins to strut about the ring, going to all 4 corners as the referee continues to count Velveteen out.

3-

Larry heads to the first corner and hits the top turnbuckle. Then yells, “Uncrowned King of the Ring 2018!”

4-

Sweeney then heads to the second corner and hits the top turnbuckle once more then yells, “The Linear UWF Champ!”

5-

Corey Graves: “Oh my god, he’s not actually going to do this with every corner, is he?”

Sweeney then heads to the third corner and hits the top turnbuckle once more and yells, “The Linear Television Champ!”

Corey Graves: “He is… but why?”

6-

Finally Larry Sweeney heads to the last corner and hits the top turnbuckle and yells, “THE TRANSATLAN-”. Velveteen comes up behind Larry and hits him with a huge backstabber on him and then transitions it into a arm trapped crossface. Velveteen yells “TAP!” as he locks it into the agony of Larry Sweeney.

Tom Phillips: “How rude is that to interrupt Larry Sweeney? The Velveteen Dream has no manners.”

Larry Sweeney reaches as the crowd are chanting “TAP” to Larry Sweeney. He then eventually crawls over to the ropes and then gets a handful of the rope. Velveteen breaks almost immediately and locks in an ankle lock on Larry. He stands up and grunts at the resilience from Larry Sweeney as yet again he grabs the ropes.

Seemingly getting under the skin of Velveteen, he reaches down for Sweeney and grabs him so he is dangling down. He then hooks his arm underneath his head and hits the swinging spike DDT on Sweeney which he goes for the cover for.

1…

2…

Th-

Once again, Larry Sweeney almost got put away from Velveteen Dream and kicks out just before three.

The two men lay flat on their backs exhausted from the amount of punishment they are being put through as the crowd shows their gratitude by standing up and clapping for them as they start a “THIS IS AWESOME” chant echoing throughout the arena.

Corey Graves: “God I hate that chant…”

Tom Phillips: “Don’t be such a fun killer Corey.”

Corey Graves: “God I hate Tom…”

Out of nowhere Velveteen kips himself up to crowd shock to show that that isn’t enough action for him. He pulls up Sweeney by his arm and then starts to make a comeback on Larry, hits a clothesline then Sweeney gets up just to be met by another. Sweeney gets up for the third time and swings for a clothesline but is met by a superkick from Velveteen.

Velveteen then heads to the top, looking for the Purple Rainmaker. He soars up in the air but misses and crashes down hard on the mat. Larry Sweeney then goes for the cover on the downed Velveteen by doing a seated crucifix.

1…

Velveteen kicks out at one from the quick rollup from Sweeney! Oh my!

Larry can’t believe that The Velveteen Dream has managed to kick out at one after all of that punishment he has received and rolls on top of Velveteen to deliver some punches right to his head after this. He then kneels up and then grabs his arm to wrench in an armbar.

Mauro Ranallo: “This could be the end of Velveteen Dream!”

Velveteen screams in pain as his arm becomes more hyperextended. Larry wrenches and shouts “TAP!” as the crowd are chanting to do the same. Suddenly Velveteen stacks him up and the referee counts the pinfall attempt.

1…

Sweeney kicks out at one from the rollup from the armbar.

As Sweeney kicks out they both roll up to their feet and stare off. The two look at each other and look rather impressed. With Velveteen starting up a round of applause, Larry then slaps his hand to stop it and yells at him “HEY!”.

Velveteen then jumps back startled from the confidence to carry on fighting from Larry. Larry then hits the ropes and hits a huge lariat on Velveteen. Larry then quickly taunts him to get up while jogging around and stalling. Velveteen gets back up to his feet to just get struck back down by another lariat. The Velveteen Dream gets up just to be met by another lariat for the third time. Larry Sweeney gets him up and hits him with a huge atomic drop on Dream and then a spinebuster to follow.

Tom Phillips: “What a combination from the Velveteen Dream there!”

Sweeney then drags Velveteen back to the ropes and then puts his foot on them to gain extra leverage to cover Velveteen.

1…

2…

The Velveteen Dream kicks out at two at the attempt to cover from Sweeney.

Sweeney then yells at the referee, who was unaware from the feet being on the ropes from Larry Sweeney, for not counting fast enough for his liking. Sweeney then compromises and drags Velveteen back up to his feet, then first off hits the Hangman’s Neckbreaker then hits the DDT to finish off the ‘68 Comeback Special!

He then goes for the cover on Velveteen Dream, hooking his hand underneath his head and then locking it up with his hand.

1…

2…

Thre-

The referee notices that Velveteen has his foot over the top of the bottom rope just before counting the count, to the annoyance of Larry.

Larry slaps the mat several times and then points to the foot on the rope as if it is some conspiracy towards him, he then gets up, clearly infuriated and attempts to go at Velveteen’s leg. He pulls the leg towards him and begins to bite at the leg, then dropping it down to the ground to begin to stomp on it.

Mauro Ranallo: “What a vicious assault from Sweeney!”

Corey Graves: “Who bites in wrestling?! What is wrong with him?”

He continues to stomp down on the same leg, over and over then the referee pulls him away. Sweeney does a loop and then goes back to work on Velveteen, he folds his leg behind his knee and then turns him over for a Cloverleaf!

Corey Graves: “Woah! A Cloverleaf submission from Sweet N’ Sour!”

Middle of the ring, nowhere to go. He pounds down on the mat, scraping towards the bottom rope, Sweeney then sees that Velveteen is getting too close to the ropes for his liking so he tries to pull him into the middle of the ring but suddenly Velveteen turns him over and hooks Sweeney’s head into a small package!

1…

Tom Phillips: “Back the other way!”

Reversed pin!

1…

Tom Phillips: “Back again!”

Velveteen reverses the pin once more!

1…

2…

Sweeney kicks out at two after three rollup attempts by Velveteen going back and forth.

Velveteen Dream then rolls out and gets up to his feet first, waits for Sweeney to get back up to his feet. He charges up both Sweeney and the crowd and he begins to dish out jabs to the midsection one after another, enough to send him into the corner where Velveteen whips Sweeney to the opposite side, sending him into the referee!

The referee crashes down to the mat as Velveteen looks lost on what to do now, with no referee to count the fall, he goes over to Sweeney to grab him up but gets striked viciously in the balls by Sweeney’s forearm!

Tom Phillips: “Not this way…”

Corey Graves: “Any means necessary Tom.”

Sweeney turns the Velveteen Dream around as he hits firstly the huge Hangman’s Neckbreaker, then hooks the front facelock for the DDT to finish off the ‘68 Comeback Special for the second time in this match!

As Sweeney shouts off to the crowd “TOO EASY!” he gets shunned down with a stiff kick to the balls, sending him down. Velveteen clutching his balls from earlier and hobbling from the attacked leg climbs all the way up to the top rope. He dives off the top rope and connects with the huge Purple Rainmaker off the top!

Corey Graves: “BOOM! This has to be it!”

Velveteen taps the referee to notify him he needs a pinfall to be counted as he schoolboys up Sweeney, putting his feet on the ropes and gets a handful of spandex as the referee does the count.

1…

2…

3!

DING! DING! DING!

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



The Velveteen Dream gets his hand raised by the referee and then collapses to the mat after the war he just went through with Larry Sweeney. He hits the mat several times and then heads to the second rope to celebrate his victory over the triple champion, Larry Sweeney.

Corey Graves: “Well earned victory from Velveteen Dream!”

Tom Phillips: “You know that he had a handful of spandex and his feet on the ropes Corey?”

Corey Graves: “Shut up Tom.”

Velveteen climbs out the ring heading down the ramp after the brutal contest with Sweeney as Larry looks down the ramp at Velveteen after he walked out victorious and then rolls out of the ring. UWF Revolution heads elsewhere.

The camera goes black. On screen flashes very brief scenes of a wrestling match, all in the point of view of one of the wrestlers. The first, a stand-off with Olympic Gold Medalist Kurt Angle, followed by a collar-and-elbow tie up. The second, the wrestler getting slammed to the mat by Angle, with a SummerSlam sign in view. The third, a pin count by referee Charles Robinson, with Angle standing up and getting handed a championship by Robinson. The scene fades to black.

The next thing we see is a different referee, John Cone, addressing the aforementioned wrestler.

John Cone: C'mon Chris. Let's go. You're up next.

The wrestler stands up and looks in the mirror, revealing himself to be Chris Jericho, from whose perspective we are watching.

Chris Jericho: Alright. Where's my title at?

John Cone: Chris, don't be ridiculous. The match hasn't happened yet.

Chris Jericho: What the hell are you talking about?

John Cone: I'm sure you're just messing around, but just in case you somehow actually forgot, here's the plan. You're facing-

Cone continues speaking, but his voice is muffled by the sound of Chris Jericho's countdown clock sound effect.

Stephanie McMahon: What the hell are you doing? Get out there!

Stephanie shoves Jericho into the entrance curtain. Jericho initially panics, as he doesn't know what to do, but instincts take over. We see through Jericho's eyes him showing off his jacket to the world, and, in time with the arena lights, Jericho spinning around to see the crowd. What throws him off, however, is the massive amount of fans chanting his name. Confused, Jericho goes along with it, high-fiving every single person in the front row on his way down the ramp. Jericho reaches the ring and climbs the stairs, revealing his opponent already in the ring, Dolph Ziggler.

Chris Jericho: What the hell? I retired you?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Oh yeah? Well retire this!

Ziggler charges at Jericho and knocks him off the apron. Jericho falls to the floor, rolling around. It isn't seen what happens next, but judging by the way Jericho is shaking, it seems as if Ziggler is stomping on him repeatedly. Suddenly, the shaking stops, and Jericho turns his head to see Ziggler showing off to the fans. Jericho springs up, to the fans' delight, charging at Ziggler, who turns around just in time to see Jericho shove him into the steel stairs. Referee Mike Chioda pulls Jericho away.

Mike Chioda: Hey hey. Get back in there and stick to the plan.

As instructed, Jericho goes into the ring. He walks withing earshot of the announcers, who turn out to be Jim Ross and Roddy Piper.

Jim "JR" Ross That damn Dolph Ziggler is trying to ruin this match!

Hot Rod Roddy Piper It's a good thing Jericho is there to kick his ass!

Jericho looks around the arena, noticing logos representing WarZone are scattered throughout the place. On the titantron, along with a view of Ziggler being assisted by Chioda, is a logo for the Bound for Glory pay-per-view.

Ziggler limps into the ring, insisting the match continues. Into the ring enters Justin Roberts.

Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall, is for the UWF International Championship!!!

Introducing first, the challenger, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds... Y2J Chris Jericho!

The crowd goes crazy and chants "Jericho, Jericho, Jericho" throughout his introduction.

Justin Roberts: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 218 pounds, he is the UWF International Heavyweight Champion.... Dolph Ziggler!

The boos rain down, but before they can even settle down, Ziggler attempts to attack Jericho with a splash, but Jericho dodges. Jericho watches as Ziggler hits his head on the tunrbuckle, and grabs him for a clothesline, knocking Ziggler down. Jericho applies a sleeper hold on Ziggler.

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Dammit, Chris. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Mike Chioda: DO YOU TAP DOLPH??? We're going Donkey Kong, Fisherman. COME ON DOLPH, DO YOU GIVE UP???

DOLPH ZIGGLER
NEVER!!! Don't worry Mike. I got it. I'LL NEVER QUIT!!!

Mike Chioda: You'd better hurry. COME ON ZIGGLER!!! DO YOU QUIT??? They aren't giving you much time.

Ziggler reaches for the ropes to break the hold. Jericho, trying to determine what to do next, walks up and stands over Ziggler, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up. He slams his head against the top rope, but he bounces off and rebounds for a dropkick. Jericho falls down, and getting back up only leads to him getting slammed face first by what Jericho can only assume is the Famouser. He is rolled over for a pin, but instinctively kicks out at 2.

Ziggler picks Jericho up and hits him with a combination of lefts, rights, elbows, and kicks. Then, he sends him into the ropes.

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Get down.

Jericho bounces back, and slides to avoid Ziggler's boot. Going back again only leads him into a jumping DDT and another cover, once again a 2 count. Jericho crawls back into a corner, with Ziggler taunting in the opposite corner.

DOLPH ZIGGLER
IT'S OVER CHRIS!!! YOU'RE DONE!!! YOU HEAR ME??? DONE!!!

During this, Chioda comes over to Jericho to check on him.

Mike Chioda: YOU ALRIGHT, CHRIS??? ZZ Top reversal, Sugar Honey and Kellogg's, British Bulldog, Jushin Thunder Liger reversal, and the big finish. ARE YOU GOOD???

Jericho nods, and charges at Ziggler, who counters with a haymaker, and wraps his arm around Jericho's neck, clearly going for a Zig Zag, but lets go. It's seen on the TitanTron that Jericho kicked Ziggler while he was in midair, knocking him down. Ziggler pops back up, but meets a spinning heel kick. Jericho turns and runs towards the ropes, turning back to see a quickly recovered Ziggler, and hits him with a bulldog. Jericho goes again towards the ropes and leaps backwards off them for a Lionsault, but misses. However, landing on his feet, Jericho grabs Ziggler's leg and puts him in the Walls of Jericho. Jericho is pulled towards the ropes, but he drags Ziggler back to the center of the ring. It isn't visible if Ziggler taps, but it's definitely heard as Ziggler pounds the canvas, followed by the bell ringing.

Justin Roberts: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEW UWF INTERNATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: CHRIS JERICHO!

Jericho is handed the championship he was unable to win on the old NXT, and holds it high in the air. Mike Chioda raises Jericho's arm.

Piper: The Show off was just Shown up there as Jericho manages to make him Tap and become the Champion!

JR: Chris Jericho was incredibly impressive and some think should have won the International Title at Summerslam, but it wasn’t to be. But tonight he changed all that and at last can call himself International Champion, even if it is just for the one night.

Jericho heads to the back. The first person there to greet him is Stephanie McMahon herself.

Stephanie McMahon: Congratulations Chris on winning the International Championship. We'd love to have you join the WarZone brand, you know, now that EC3 is out of the picture and NXT is gone for good. What do you say?

Chris Jericho: What are you talking about?

Stephanie McMahon: Alright. I get it. You need some time to think about it. I just hope you make the right decision.

Jericho walks over to his locker room, with a sign saying "CHRIS JERICHO", for obvious reasons. Once inside, Jericho notices someone else in there with him.

Chris Jericho: What do you want?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Don't worry. If I was going to jump you, I'd do it when the cameras are rolling.

Chris Jericho: That doesn't tell me why you're here.

DOLPH ZIGGLER
I was getting to that. I'm not staying here at "WarZone". Neither are the rest of the NXT guys. We don't agree on much, but we all know how bad things are run around here.

Chris Jericho: Can you tell me what's going on around here? What happened to Revolution?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Revolution? Now that's a sick name for a show. I'll have to let EC3 know about that idea.

Chris Jericho: Where is EC3?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Rebooting his half of the fed. We're all joining him. I hope you do the same.

Chris Jericho: We?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
Yeah. Me, Kurt, Ian, Dalton, Adam, Tyler, Spike, Dan, and Markus. And Marty Scurll's jumping ship.

Chris Jericho: Wait. What show was that again?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
What show?

Chris Jericho: The show tonight. What's it called?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
..... Bound for Glory. Are you okay Chris?

Chris Jericho: And what year is it?

DOLPH ZIGGLER
2017. Chris, what's wrong with you tonight?

Chris Jericho: Oh my God, uh, I don't know. I'll talk to you about it later. I just need some time to think.

DOLPH ZIGGLER
I hope you understand. You need to FREE YOURSELF from the shithole that is WarZone. Come, join us. Please. Do yourself a favor.

Whatever Ziggler says next is muffled out, as one sentence repeats itself over and over in Jericho's head.

You need to FREE YOURSELF from the shithole that is WarZone.

You need to FREE YOURSELF from the shithole that is WarZone.

You need to FREE YOURSELF from the shithole that is WarZone.

Jericho's vision starts to blur, and the repetition gets louder.

to FREE YOURSELF from
to FREE YOURSELF from
to FREE YOURSELF from

The repetition shortens to simply two words, said over and over in Jericho's mind as his vision goes dark.

FREE YOURSELF
FREE YOURSELF
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FREE YOURSELF

The camera feed returns, and shows Chris Jericho, in third-person, waking up in his locker room. Everything is back to normal, he has the UWF Championship, the show he's on is Revolution, it's 2018, and everything's fine. Well, except for him. He gets on his phone to call someone.

Chris Jericho: Hey Jess, it's me, Chris. I had a weird dream. A different one this time. It was..... uh..... It's kinda hard to explain.

ALL ABOARD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!



Here comes the future hall of famer; CM PUNK!

He gets down on one knee and checks what time it is. "IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!", he stands back up and 'smashes' the camera.



Tony Chimel: "Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, he is Chicago's Finest -- The self proclaimed Future Hall of Famer; CM Punk!"

Punk continues walking down the ramp. He walks up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and does his traditional raised arms taunt, he then takes a moment to look around at the crowd before climbing down from the turnbuckle and entering the ring.



As he enters, he runs to the turnbuckle opposite and pumps up the crowd. He drops down from the turnbuckle, and sits in the middle of the ring.



As he sits in the middle of the ring, the crowd are split down the middle. "CM Punk! CM Punk!" whilst the other half chant "CM Sucks! CM Sucks!"

Punk looks around at the crowd and waits for the match to begin..





Out comes the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, the Best in the World At What He Does, Y2J Chris Jericho, with his usual fireworks display and light-up jacket.

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

Jericho heads towards the ring, showered in disapproval by the audience. The Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla shakes this off, however, and proceeds with business as usual, marching down the ramp and flashing his title to all who are willing to sit through looking at him.

Upon entering the ring, Jericho leaves the crowd with one final image before handing over the title and readying for the start of the match.



DING! DING! DING!

Punk and Jericho circle one another, and the anticipation is through the roof. As the two circle, one can't help but notice the sadistic smile across Punk's face. Finally the two close the gap and lock horns for the first time. There is quite a power struggle between the two men, moving back and forth all around the ring, eventually leaning on the ropes and rolling around into the corner. The struggle continues until the referee has no choice but to physically get inbetween them to break them up. As punk slowly backs away, he slightly slaps Jericho across the face, laughs and then backs off completely.

MAURO RANALLO: What blatent and utter disrespect!

COREY GRAVES: Disrespect? No way I love it!

Jericho just stares at Punk for a moment, wiping Punk's sweat from the side of his face. HE then begins to smile and nod at Punk, and the two once again circle and lock up. Once again there is quite the struggle for control, but this time it is Jericho who ends up getting the upper hand, as he back Punk into the corner, forcing the referee to get involved for the second time tonight to break them up. Punk delivers a very slow clap to Jericho as he back away, and then Jericho laughs and slaps Punk hard rigth across the face. Punk is not even a little bit amused, and his face becomes quickly infuriated, and leaps out fo the corner to attack Jericho, who rolls out of harms way, then hits the ropes and fires back at Punk, connecting with a spinning heel kick on Punk, sending him rolling out of the ring. Punk remains on his feet, and leans up against the barricade. JEricho rolls out of the ring on the opposite side, and creeps up behind Punk. Once the time is right he sprints out and decks Punk with a clothesline. Jericho slides into the ring and taunts the crowd as Punk makes his way back to his feet. He is at one knee and Jericho comes over and grabs him by the hair, lifting him up onto the apron. Jericho takes his time wrapping Punks arm around his neck and hoists Punk high in the air. Punk somehow manages to slip out of the grasp of Jericho and falls behind JEricho landing on his feet. He then grabs Jericho and hits him with a backstabber, causing Jericho to fall right to the outside of the ring, grabbing at his lower back.

MAURO RANALLO: What ring awareness by C.M. Punk

COREY GRAVES: Ring awareness? That is pure skill my friend.

Jericho does not stay down long as he makes his way back to his feet. Punk is stalking him from above and as soon as Jericho is up to his feet, Punk vaults over the top rope, splashing right on top of Jericho. Punk mnanages to stay on his feet though as he begins to stop on the lower back of Punk. Meanwhile the referee begins to count the two men out..

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2..

Punk lifts Jericho up and grabs him by the trunks, and flings him back first into the barricade. Jericho is wrenching in pain as Punk stares at him menacingly.

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4...

Punk lifts Jericho up and grabs him by the head, gets a running start and sends Jericho head first into the ring post! Jericho is in a daze and he spins and tries to grasp at the ring ropes to keep his balance, but cannot and falls by the stairs.

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7...

Punk rolls into the ring to break up the count and rolls right back out. Punk measures JEricho, who has managed to get uo as far as to lean against the stairs, and races towards him. Jericho side steps out of the way at the last minute and Punk goes shoulder first into the steel steps. Jericho uses this opportunity to roll into the ring, and give himself a second to breathe after the onslaught from C.M. Punk.

COREY GRAVES: This match has barely started and it's about a 9 on the rictor scale.

Punk is back to his feet but if favoring his shoulder a bit from the collision with the steel steps, but he is still able to make it up on to the apron. Jericho, still nursing that back of his, makes it to his feet as well, and runs over leaps on the middle rope, but only gets that far because Punk counters with an Enzaguri to the face. Jericho lands on the mat, and Punk hangs on the ropes to catch his breath. He then looks up at the crowd, and then looks down at Jericho. Punk begins to climb the turnbuckle, and once he has reached the top, he leaps off, connecting with a top rope elbow drop right on to Jericho. Punk pins Jericho's shoulders to the mat...

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Punk slams the mat in anger, but it right back on the offensive. Punk lifts Jericho up from the mat, and hoists him up on his shoulders, bringing him over to the corner. He dumps Jericho on to the turnbuckle, and lets him hang down locking his legs up at the top. Punk gets a running start and delivers a baseball slide kick to Jericho, dropping him from the corner. Jericho makes every effort to get away from Punk, rolling to the outside of the ropes, climbing back him his feet using the ropes. Punk has that smile on his face again as he picks Jericho up and tries to suplex him into the ring. Jericho however is doing his very best to block it. He punches Punk in the gut, and then lifts Punk up and over the ropes and Jericho plants Punk right on the mat with a devistating Falcon Arrow to the arena floor!

MAURO RANALLO: Oh my god!

Jericho takes some of that recoil as well because he goes down just like Punk does. Both men are down on the ground as the referee once again begins his ten count.

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3...

Both men beign to stir, but are not yet to their feet.

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5...

Jericho stirs about first, and is slowly lifting himself on the apron to beat the count, however Punk is still barely moving on the floor.

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8...

Punk in a panic driven burst of energy, leaps up and slides into the ring to save himself the match.

MAURO RANALLO: That was way to close Corey. One has to wonder how much gas is left in the tank.

COREY GRAVES: Nah it's all a ploy. If you are gunna beat the champ you need to fight smart.

Both men are still slow to make it to their feet, and they use each other to help stand up. Once standing Jericho tosses a punch at Punk, staggering him. Punk comes right back with a punch of his own. Jericho once again comes back with a punch, followed by Punk. Jericho winds up and punches Punk one more time, sending him backwards and bounce on the ropes, and comes back with a clothesline that turns Jericho inside out! Punk falls on Jericho for the cover...

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2...

KICKOUT!

Punk sits there wondering what it will take to defeat the champ. He stands up and walks around the ring for a moment thinking of what to do next. All of a sudden he smiles and then picks Jericho up. He brings him over to the corner and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Jericho is all out of sorts and has to hold on to the ropes just to avoid falling off. Punk places with right hand into the face of Jericho for good measure before stepping up on to the middle turnbuckle. Jericho frantically tries to battle back, headbutting Punk until he is slightly dazed. Then Jericho steps up onto the tope rope, does a sunset flip over Punk and slams him down with a powerbomb. He is not done though because he maintains control of Punk's legs, and as he stares at the crowd for support, tries to roll Punk over into the Walls of Jericho!

COREY GRAVES: Jericho is looking to finish this right now!

It is hard to believe that there is anything left in the tank of Punk, but whatever is in there he is using to fight off the Walls of Jericho. Punk succesfully reverses, spinning out and causing Jericho to go flying out of the ring, and he takes out the referee with him! Both men hit the ground hard, Jericho, who lands on top of the referee is not nearly as banged up as the referee who remains motionless on the floor. Punk is still on the ground in the ring feeling some of the effects of the attempted submission. Jericho leans down at the referee and yells "you stupid idiot!" as he marches towards the bell area. He grabs his title belt, and slides back into the ring, anxiously awaiting Punk to get up. Jericho keeps motioning towards punk, who in his state has zero idea whats going on. Punk finally raises his body up, and the moment he turns around he gets clocked in the skull with the title belt, putting him out cold!

MAURO RANALLO: What cheap underhanded tactics by the champion! He just gave himself the victory.

COREY GRAVES: Don't be so sure, that referee still has not moved an inch.

Jericho instinctivly tosses the bely out of the ring, and then crawls over to Punk and makes a cover..

…

…

…

Jericho has him pinned for well over the three seconds, but looks around and notices there is still no referee in the ring! He is besides himself as he now has to slide out of the ring to resussitate the referee. He picks him up and sits him on the stairs, but the man is barely concious. Jericho goes to a nearby fan and grabs his drink and splashes it all over the referee's face to bring him around, which it does. He tosses the ref into the ring, and then slides in behind him. Punk is laying in the middle of the ring and Jericho has one thought in mind. He races over towards the ropes, jumps and leaps off them, thinking the Lionsault is the ticket to victory.

MAURO RANALLO: Wait a minute! Punk was playing possum!

Punk raises up to his feet with a sudden adrenaline rush, and catches Jericho on his shoulders instead and connects with the GTS! Jericho falls to the ground like a bag of potatoes and Punk can only manage to get one arm over Jericho, which is enough for the referee to count...

1...

2...

3... NO! JERICHO KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!!

COREY GRAVES: Oh my god that was frigin insane! Where the hell did Punk pull that from?

MAURO RANALLO: I suppose fighting the champ makes you work a little harder.

Both men look abslutley spent, both men crawling to their respective corners. Punk is up first and makes his way over to Jericho, and delivers a chop to the chest of Jericho that can be heard clear as day. Jericho grabs his chest as he tries to move away, only making it as far as the ropes before Punk catches him, and whips him to the ropes. Punk bends over waiting to hurl Jericho over him, but Jericho kicks him right in the face instead. Then grabs the legs of Punk and twists him around and locks in the Walls of Jericho! Punk is screaming in pain but he is right in the center of the ring with nowhere to go. He uses all of his might to try and crawl to the ropes, but the moment he gets close Jericho yanks him right back into the center of the ring. Punk again tries to reverse, this time he takes a different route. He lifts his upper body up and rolls in, knocking Jericho down and rolls him up to try and steal the win...

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Jericho kicks out and rolls backwards, and leaps right up dropkicking Punk in the face. Wasting no time he sprints towards the ropes and once again leaps off the second rope for a second Lionsault, but once again fails because Punk lifts his knees up, causing Jericho to double over in pain. Punk spots the opening when he sees it, and proceeds to exit the ring onto the apron and mount the top rope. Punk leaps off but out of nowhere Jericho springs up and hits the Codebreaker to Punk off of the top rope! Punk crashes the the mat and doesn't move a single muscle as Jericho makes his way over to make the cover...

1...

2...


3...!

DING! DING! DING!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, CHRIS JERICHO!




We are taken backstage where Triple H is seen lurking.



TRIPLE H
Well done, Daniel. Somehow. Someway. You got what you wanted. Except... it's not exactly how you envisioned things unfolding, is it? You thought you could come down to that ring tonight and make demands. You thought today's ownership was the same as yesterday's, that you could throw your weight around and get them to cave to your every demand. You thought wrong. And now, at Summerslam, you get to witness firsthand the deconstruction of your own legacy. Hell in a Cell. 30-minute Ironman. For the first time in the history of this company, those two stipulations will be merged into something... much better. Much more savage. And there will be no escape for you, Daniel. But what's more important than that... there will be no help for you, either. Nobody's coming to rescue you. It's just you and me inside four steel walls. And I'm going to tear you apart.

His piece spoken, Hunter leaves, presumably to go and get ready for his match.

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Things have changed. THINGS HAD TO CHANGE.



YOU WANTED TO KNOW THE SECRET.
YOU WANTED TO KNOW WHO WAS LEADING THIS CAPITOL.
THE CAPITOL.
MY CAPITOL






As soon as the disturbing video ends, there's a loud boo from the crowd to the point where a riot could be compared, and the ligjhts are undimmed to reveal the mastermind of "Project 717" sitting in the middle of the ring with a steel chair and his Money in The Bank briefcase; it's Jimmy Jacobs with a shit eating grin.



"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "It was as easy as the A-B-C's, ladies and gentlemen. For weeks and weeks, the UWF Twitter had been blown up, "what was Project 717"? "Who was attacking Seth Rollins?" I say look no further than "The President of The Capitol", Jimmy Jacobs!"

Jacobs with a toothy, sinister, and down right evil grin continues on, twirling the microphone in hand and soaking in the boos.

"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "It was so obvious, yet, such a mystery. When people had thught it was some type of group, or some new figure, it turned out to be the most despised man in professional wrestling. But the timing was just so perfect. As soon as Seth had come out here, and poured his heart out, I just knew, no-no... I HAD to do something. There was a pit in my stomach that simply said that this was either going to end soon, or never. So I've come out to reveal to you that I'm laying out the challenge. With this new show, known as Resistance, anything's possible, but I'll be damned to have anyone finish the job I started. So at Summerslam, I'm purposing Jimmy Jacobs vs. Seth Rollins; One Last Time."

The crowd pop HUGE for this, knowing full well what Rollins plans to do to Jimmy after weeks of abuse.

"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "As there is with all things in life; there's a twist. See, Seth, we're from the same crop. We came into this business years and years ago, and I know just how sick and twisted you are. It's not just going to be one match, not just two, but three; Three Stages of Hell. First, a normal match, to set the mood. Trust me, no matter how much technical prowess it is you possess, I can out do you. The second fall? It'll be contested under a Street Fight. If you somehow, and I mean SOMEHOW, manage to come through those two matches, and it goes into the third round, we'll have the UWF's first ever Hangman's Horror Match!"

There's initially some confusion over this, but the name alone garners a pop.

"The Zombie Princess" Jimmy Jacobs: "Hangman's Horror begins when the referee ties both participants together by a dog collar. That means there's no escape, Rollins. That is where the war rages on, and you lose once you're either knocked unconscious or give up. What say you, Rollins? Are you willing to go through all that? Are you willing to put your life on the line after the victims that I've been beaten by my hand? In Hangman's Horror, I can guaran-damn-tee you that you WILL be hung like Jesus Christ for my Capitol! Come out here if you accept it you sonuvabitch!"

The crowd boo Jacobs once more for his comparison to a religious figure, as he stands up, lets go of the briefcase, and takes the steel chair to defend himself. As he does so, however, there's a loud crashing noise and suddenly all of the lights cut out!

Tom Phillips: We appear to be having some technical difficulties!

Corey Graves: Or this is an ambush. I smell an ambush!

The fans buzz, but as the emergency lights come up the scene in the ring becomes suddenly visible: Jacobs is down, and looming over him is none other than Seth Rollins! The Architect grabs the chair Jacobs was just moments ago holding and unloads on Mr. Money in the Bank with shot after relentless shot, the steel refusing to yield and threatening to break something of the Zombie Princess's before he rolls out of the ring to land with a thud on the floor.

Mauro Ranallo: The Architect is on the offensive!

Rollins tosses the chair out of the ring and roars a savage roar as the fans pop for the display, then hits the ropes opposite the side of the ring Jacobs rolled out of. As he rebounds, he leaps over the ropes and hits Jacobs with a suicide dive! Both men fall to the floor, but Rollins gets right back to his feet as Jacobs rolls onto hands and knees. Seth smirks, then charges and smashes Jimmy Jacobs' face into the floor with a Curb Stomp!

Corey Graves: Curb Stomp on the concrete! Jimmy'll be feeling that in the morning.

Rollins looks down on Jacobs and runs a hand through his hair as the fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" loudly around him. With a grin, Seth turns his back on his foe, seemingly having accepted the challenge as he heads up the ramp. The feed moves along as medical personnel descend the ramp to tend to Mr. Money in the Bank.

UWF heads backstage to see Daniel Bryan sitting alone on the floor with his head in his hands. He looks up and then takes a breath. His eyes pace around as he says to himself the same thing over and over again.



Daniel Bryan:
“Two to seven… two to seven… two to seven…”

Daniel stops this and then looks up to see both Nigel McGuinness and Marty Scurll standing there looking at him.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“What are you doing Daniel?”

Daniel Bryan:
“Reminding myself where I stand here…”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“What? As in being the Absolute Best?”

There is a sudden silence and Daniel Bryan takes a drink of water to ease him up a little.

Daniel Bryan:
“No… quite the opposite.”

Nigel McGuinness:
“What are you on about Daniel? Are you doubting your ability?”

Daniel Bryan:
“Yes. I am Nigel. You see that on the TV screen over there? It’s airing old UWF programming. And I keep on seeing my face on that screen with so much success. And gold. And glory. That is me at my absolute best on the TV there. Not now. I mean what’s the point of still being around here if you’re not the absolute best?”

Daniel fixes his eyes to the TV screen in the distance of him holding heaps of gold, beating everyone that the UWF has put in front of him.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“I tell you what the point is Daniel. You’ve not changed. You’re still the Absolute Best, but what you have to keep in mind is that the landscape is changing around you. People aren’t the same, management have different motives, the audience have changed their minds. But what you have to do is continue proving that you’re the Absolute Best by walking out there to all of them, and prove them wrong.”

Daniel Bryan:
“But have you seen my record Marty. Seven losses to two wins?! My win loss record should be positive!”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Well you can sit back here complaining about it or you can go out there and make it three wins to seven losses. Then the week after that, four wins to seven losses, then five wins to seven losses… you know where I’m going. You can go out there and prove the world and yourself that you are the Absolute Best or you can sit back here looking back in anger.”

Daniel Bryan:
“I guess… who have we got tonight?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“We’ve got Triple H and Zack Ryder in a tag team match. Wait, Daniel… I know what could cheer you up. Here. Villain Energy. We’ve got a factory in mind to start our production on this product. Hopefully it should sell good.”

Daniel takes a swig of the Villain Energy and then his face lights up as he stands up from his chair seemingly lit up with energy.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“That’s better. Now let’s go out there and kick Triple H and Zack Numpty’s arse!”

Marty Scurll and Daniel Bryan storm down the corridor more than ready for their match. UWF Programming heads elsewhere.

Tony Chimel: The following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!

BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.



As "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the arena soundsytem, the fans respond with a pop to the man they know is coming. In short order, Triple H emerges from the back in his ring gear, looking absolutely ferocious as he takes a big swig from a bottle of water in his hand and then spits it out in a mist before him, which he walks through on his way down the ramp.



Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing 255 pounds, Triple H!

As Hunter hits the foot of the ramp, he walks directly toward the apron and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up. HHH walks along the apron and scrapes his boots on it before stepping into the ring, heading straight for a corner to work the crowd, many of whom are actually still booing him.

After several seconds of this, Hunter climbs down off the turnbuckles and begins performing some pre-match stretches in his corner while he waits for the match to get underway.

Tony Chimel: And his partner...

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

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



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



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

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

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

Tony Chimel: And their opponents...



“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”

The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is gave towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with his manager Nigel McGuinness.

Tony Chimel: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, “The Villain” Marty Scurll!”

The two powerful figures stand on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks in front of Nigel as he looks to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.



Marty walks down up the ring steps and waits for Nigel McGuinness to open the ropes for him. Nigel slides up on the apron then sits on the second rope to allow Marty to climb through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.

He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.

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. All the way down the ramp he does this, getting in the face of the fans that boo him, taunting them with his self-proclaimed title. Each step up the stairs corresponds with the words. He stands on top of the turnbuckle, both fingers pointing at himself as he screams along with the song, drawing massive boos from the crowd.



Even in the ring he continues to chant along with the song as it fades out, continuing to do this for a few moments before he stands dead center of the ring, soaking in the boos of the crowd with a smile on his face before preparing himself for his match with some last second stretches.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Triple H and Marty Scrull start off in the ring. Collarbone tie proceeds to take place, and Triple H begins to over power Marty. Triple H locks in a headlock and begins to tighten the grip on Marty’s heads. With nowhere to go and nothing else to do, Marty bumps off the ropes and pushes Triple H off of him and sends him running to the opposite side of the ring. Triple H bounces off the ropes on the others side and comes in with a lying knee to Marty’s head that floors him. Triple H then mounts Marty and begins to deliver blow after blow to Marty’s head until the ref is forced to separate the two combatants. Triple pulls the Villian up by his hair and drags him into a corner where he continues to throw big blows to the Villian’s head, chest and stomach. Marty drops down to one knee in pain, and Triple H irish whips him into the opposite corner. Triple H sprints after him and delivers a big time splash in the corner. Marty staggers out and when he does, Triple picks him up and delivers a sidewalk slam. Marty’s spine goes crashing into the canvas. Triple H walks over and tags in Zach.

Tom Phillips: Things are not looking too good for Villian Enterprises early on in this match.

Corey Graves: There is plenty of time for things to turn around for them Tom.

Zach runs in and hits Marty with a baseball slide. He gets up and begins to methodically stomp on his limbs. Marty slowly but surely gets to his feet and he is hit with a drop kick from Ryder that floors him. Zach then hits a standing leg drop and covers him.

1……………..

2…………………..

……………..Kickout!!!

Zack grabs Marty by the hair, but Marty begins to fit back. Marty punches Zack in the gut a few times which causes Zach to double over in pain. Marty then rakes the eyes of Zack and then hits him with a European Uppercut. Marty buys himself sometime to recover. When Zack gets back to a vertical base, Marty decks him with a dropkick. Marty then lifts Zach up and goes for a piledriver, but Zack powers out of it. It’s now Zack’s turn to use the eye rake, and he uses it effectively. He then hits Marty with a face buster. Zack picks Marty up once more, and delivers a suplex before dragging him into his corner and tagging in Triple H. Zack grabs Marty’s arms from behind and Triple begins an all-out assault on a helpless Marty. Triple H grabs Marty’s pony tail and begins to deliver blow after blow until Marty falls to both knees. HHH and Zack grab the Villian, and irish whip him across the ring. BAM! Double clothesline. Zack goes to the outside, and Triple H goes for the cover.

Tom Phillips: Triple H and Zack showing good chemistry tonight.

1…………………

2…………………

………….kickout!

The Villian still has some fight in him as he is able to get a shoulder up. Triple H looks pissed. He grabs Marty by the hair and pulls him to his feet. HHH kicks him in the gut and sets him up for the Pedigree. Marty throws HHH up in the air with a monkey flip. When Triple H gets back to his feet, Marty levels him with a super kick! Both men are down on the ground and marty has taken quite a bit of damage in this match thus far. Marty is crawling across the ring trying to tag him in his partner. Daniel is reaching calling for the tag and the crowd is on their feet screaming! Marty gets closer…… and closer…… and then Marty springs across the remaining distance to make the tag! But Daniel is no longer in the corner!

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell?!

Zach has left his corner and pulled Daniel’s feet out from under him as soon as Marty was going to make the tag. Zack then irish whips Daniel into the steel steps and Daniel bounces off of them. Zach then delivers a reverse DDT on the outside to Daniel before lifting him up once more and throwing his lifeless body into the crowd. They begin to boo him and jeer him. One fan even throws his beer on Zack as he smirks back before heading in his corner again. Marty has a look of disbelief as he is in the match by himself for the long run now. He gets to his feet and finds out that Triple H has done the same. The two link up and begin to deal blow after blow, with Triple H getting the better of him. Triple H stuns Marty with a right hand and then turns around and bounces himself off the ropes. Triple H looks to deck Marty with a clothesline, but Marty ducks. When Triple H bounces off the ropes again, Marty slips behind Triple H and grabs him the waist and delivers a German Suplex. The back of Triple H’s head bounces off of the mat and Marty gets back to his feet quickly. Triple H gets to his knees, and Marty delivers another European Upper cut that floors him. Marty grabs Triple H and lifts him in the air……. And drills him with a vicious brain buster!

Marty is starting to gain some momentum and Zack is sensing it. Zack runs into the ring, but Marty is ready for it. Marty kicks Zack in the stomach and then hit him with a pile driver! Zack then rolls out of the ring clutching his neck. As soon as Zack stands back up, Marty is flying through the second and third ropes and clubs him down with a vicious blow to the head!

Corey Graves: Momentum has completely shifted here folks! Marty is now a one man wrecking machine!!

Tom Phillips: This is Awesome!

The ref is pleading with Marty to get back into the ring, but Marty isn’t through with Zack yet. Marty grabs him by the head, and gives him a brainbuster on the outside before rolling back into the ring. Marty charges at HHH, but The Game is ready. He scoops up Marty and delivers the spinebuster stopping Marty’s momentum. Triple H shakes out the cobwebs from his head. He looks at his corner, and realizes that he is all alone. He gets to his feet and grabs Marty head and begins to pull him back to his feet. Marty punches him a few times in the stomach but HHH brushes it off. He knees Marty in the stomach and then irish whips him in the corner. Triple H sprints at him, but Marty turns his back to The Game and elbows him in the head. Marty climbs the turnbuckle quickly and hits HHH with a missile drop kick and then covers him.

1…………………….

2……………………..

…………..kickout!

Corey Graves: The Game was barely able to get his shoulder off the mat!

Tom Phillips: The fight in these two competitors is outstanding right now.

The two men slowly get back to their feet, and once they do they begin to trade lefts and rights once again. Triple H once again gets the better of Marty, but Marty rakes Triple H in the eyes and fakes a super kick before kicking one of The Game’s legs out from underneath him. Marty bounces off the ropes and hits Triple H with a European uppercut that puts the Game on the ground stomach first. Marty then sets up Triple H for the double knee stomp, and connects with it! Triple H is writhing around on the ground in pain. Marty then picks up Triple H hits him with a power bomb that takes a great deal of energy out of the Villian. Cover.\

1……………………

2………………………

…………………..kickout!

The Game gets his shoulders off of the ground and Marty has a look of disbelief on his face! Marty gets back to his feet and grabs HHH’s by his neck. Marty irish whips the Game into the corner where he lands back first. Marty runs at him and gives Triple H a big time should thrust to the gut. Marty then lifts The Game up on the top of the turnbuckle and grabs his head……. And delivers The Cutter! (RKO from the top rope but Marty is standing on the canvas)

Tom Phillips: Did you see the way that Triple H’s head bounced off the mat?! This has to be over!

Marty goes for the cover.

1………………………

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……………………….3!!!!

Kickout by Triple H once more! Marty slaps the canvas in disbelief. Marty climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Triple H to get back to his feet. Marty gets the crowd riled up while he waits. Triple H eventually gets to his feet and turns around, and Marty is flying at him for the missile drop kick again! But this time Triple H is ready, he uses Marty’s momentum against him and slams him down with another spinebuster! Both men are down! Both men’s partners have finally returned to their respective corners from the damage that they received from the outside of the ring. The ref checks on both men, and then starts his count!

Mauro Ranallo: That was a hell of a counter by Triple H. I have a feeling this match would be over had that have connected.

Corey Graves: How much more damage can Marty Scrull possibly take?

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Mauro Ranallo: There is a reason why both of these men are former champions in this league. They have a lot of fight in them. Grit and determination as well.

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Both men are stirring in the ring and slowly dragging their limp bodies to the corners. Daniel Bryan is stretching his hand out dying to get a tag and get some of the action. He has yet to get into the ring at this point. Zack is stretching his hand as well ready to fight some more as well.

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Tom Phillips: Don’t tell me this match is going to end like this! Not a double count out!

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Somehow Triple H gets one more burst of energy and taps Zack’s hand before the ref’s count! But Marty didn’t! He’s still in the ring on the ground! Zack runs over to prevent the tag and grabs Marty by the foot! Zack pulls the Villian back into the center of the ring! Marty uses his other foot to drill Zack in the head with an enziguri! Zack falls to the ground and Marty flies over and finally makes the tag to Daniel Bryan!

Corey Graves: I never thought Marty was ever going to be able to make a tag!

Daniel flies into the ring with full energy and the first thing he does is drop kicks Triple H and knocks what was left off him to the outside. Daniel turns around and see’s Zack on his knees. Daniel goes over and begins to deliver knee strike after knee strike to Zack’s chest as the crowd counts in unison. After the seventh one, Daniel knees Zack in his head. Zack collapses onto the ground and Daniel locks on the Yes Lock!

Tom Phillips: Zack is gonna tap out! I can feel it!

Corey Graves: He better not! I want these teams to fight all night!

Zack is writhing around in pain and tries to wiggle out, but Daniel has the submission hold locked in! The ref goes to check on Zack and see if he wants to submit. The crowd is in a complete frenzy. Right when it looks like Zack is going to tap out, he is able to somehow get his foot on the bottom rope thus breaking the hold.

Daniel keeps the hold on for a few more minutes before he finally releases it. Daniel picks up Zack by the head, and Zack rakes him in the eyes, kicks him in the gut, and drops him with a DDT. The two men lie on the canvas giving themselves a quick breather before standing back up. Zack gets up first and catches Daniel form behind with an atomic drop.

Zack then hits Daniel with a neck breaker, and begins to taunt the crowd. Zack signals that this is over and begins to climb to the top turn buckle. Zack leaps off and goes for the diving elbow! But Daniel moves out of the way at the last second! Zack gets nothing but canvas and begins to clutch at his elbow! Triple H decides enough is enough and he charges into the ring. He grabs Daniel by the hair and kicks him in the gut!

He sets him up for the Pedigree, but No! Marty decks Triple H in the jaw with a super kick! Triple H drops Daniel and begins to stumble backwards, and Marty charges at him and clotheslines to the outside. Both men go toppling over the top rope only leaving the two legal men in the ring. Zack is still clutching his elbow when he gets to his feet. When he turns around, SMACK! Daniel Bryan levels him with the high running knee to the skull! Cover!

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

Here are your winners,
Marty Scurll and Daniel Bryan

VILLAIN ENTERPRISES!



Bryan takes the time to celebrate his victory, seemingly oblivious to Marty's struggles against Hunter on the outside. Scurll still manages to get the upper hand and he throws Hunter over the barricade into the crowd before sliding into the ring, the pair then joined by Nigel McGuinness to have their arms raised high in victory. The show comes to its close on that image, the fans booing loudly.

END OF SHOW

Credits:
Steiner vs Uso - Tapout
Swagger vs Suzuki - Gurt
Guevara vs Gulak - Bodor
Vinny vs Bate - Jye
Hired Gunns vs Kendrick & Hardy - Crann
Sweeney vs Dream - Semi
Punk vs Jericho - Redbull
Scurll/Bryan vs Ryder/HHH - Destruction

Announced for Summerslam:

30-Minute Hell in a Cell Ironman Match
Triple H v. Daniel Bryan

Three Stages of Hell Match
Seth Rollins v. Jimmy Jacobs