Post by Danny on Sept 1, 2018 3:13:14 GMT -6
The show opens on a local convenience store where the man working the counter is on the phone.
Clerk: It was great, man. Jericho got involved and then Bate hit the Tyler Driver ‘97 and that axe carrying freak’s reign was...
It’s at this moment that Vinny grabs the phone and holds it up to his own ear.
Vinny Marseglia: He’s going to have to call you back.
Vinny now drops the phone to the ground and steps on it as he now brings his axe up and rests it on his shoulder as the clerk is now backing away.
Look man, I don’t want any trouble.
Vinny swings the axe downward and it sticks into the counter.
You’ve got it anyway.
Vinny lets go of the axe and reaches over the counter, grabbing the clerk by the shirt as he pulls him forward and flips him over onto the ground as he knocks over a bunch of candy on his way down. Vinny climbs up on the counter and hits the Redrum next, leaving the poor and unsuspecting clerk in the floor as Vinny grabs his axe and starts swinging at things, taking them down on his way out the door. The camera pans to catch Vinny as he’s leaving.
Giving Vinny Marseglia a night off is dangerous, especially when it’s to think about something that no longer is and now has to be referred to in the past tense. Everywhere I’ve gone I’ve had to hear about Jericho getting involved and Tyler taking advantage of it and taking my Television Championship. But you know what? The book isn’t closing it’s just a page that’s turning, and at Summerslam I begin a new chapter of violence when I bludgeon Chris Jericho and take the UWF Championship. Until then, always check under the ring.
Vinny laughs as he swings his axe at the camera, knocking out the feed as Revolution heads into its title 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's 30th episode! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Tonight is the final episode of Revolution before Summerslam and that means, if I'm not mistaken, that this is your final night on the Revolution commentary desk, Mauro!
Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right, Corey, but tonight's not about me as we have a blockbuster main event with Mr. Money in the Bank Jimmy Jacobs taking on the man who calls himself King Nothing, Triple H.
Tom Phillips: There's no love lost there, just as there's no love lost between the Velveteen Dream and the man who snubbed him last week, the Villain Marty Scurll.
Corey Graves: We'll also get a bit of a preview of Summerslam's intercontinental championship match when Rick Rude meets The Miz in singles action.
Tom Phillips: That's a non-title match, but it'll still be a chance for Rude to get in Miz's head.
Mauro Ranallo: You could say the same about Tyler Bate's match tonight with one of his challengers for the Television Championship at Summerslam, Sammy Guevara. But with a volatile Drew McIntyre in his corner, that match is bound to blow up.
Corey Graves: And speaking of blowing up, we've got some footage of a recent incident involving the World Warriors. Let's roll the tape!
We cut to a bar where Low Ki, Grado and Boar are all sitting in a booth Low Ki looking like his normal self.
Boar:”So how you feel boss? Summer Slam coming up and you got another TV title shot?”
Low Ki:”I mean I am happy I guess, but like who knows if I can win? I am doubting me.”
Grado:”Ay listen stop this Pity Party mate. We are the fuckin bomb! So lets get are arses drunk and sing karaoke.”
Low Ki:” Karoke? Fuck no!”
20 beers later!
Low Ki:”I don't mind you comin' here, and wastin' all my time!”
Boar:”Cause when you're standin,oh so near. I kinda lose my mind! YEAH!”
Grado:”It's nae th' perfume that ye wear. It's nae th' ribbons in yer hair.”
Low Ki:”and I don't mind you comin' here,and wastin' all my time. I don't mind you hangin' out!”
Boar:”And talkin' in your sleep! It doesn't matter where you've been. As long as it was deep, YEAH!”
As the singing goes by the whole bar is looking at the shenanigans!
All 3: “I guess, you're just what I needed! AYY
WE needed someone to feed! YEAH!
I guess, you're just what I needed! OHHHHHH
I needed someone to bleed! GIVE ME BLOOD!”
Low Ki:”THANK YOU WISCONSIN! WE ARE THE WORLD WARRIORS AND WE ARE SUPER DRUNK!”
Low Ki passes out as the crowd looks puzzled.
:”Uh this isn’t Wisconsin you idiot.”
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from the Bowery and weighing 235 pounds... RAVEN!
There's a muted response from the crowd as Raven just sits in the corner awaiting the arrival of his opponent, looking bored with the UWF and everything going on around him.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
TEST YOUR MIGHT! MORTAL KOMBAT!
Low Ki comes out to the ring accompanied by Boar and Grado, walking to the ring intensely and quickly getting in the ring amd cutting a pose that Grado and Boar join in on before backing to the turnbuckle.
Tony Chimel: Accompanied by the Proletariat Boar of Moldova and Grado, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing 175 pounds, he is the World Warrior... Low KI!
DING DING DING!
Immediately, Low Ki takes off in a sprint at Raven, who is just standing up and stepping out of the corner from his seated position. The World Warrior forces Raven into the corner with a running dropkick and kips right back up before he begins to unload on Raven's chest with open-palmed strikes, one right after the other in an absolutely devastating flurry that completely takes the wind out of Raven's sails. As Low Ki stops, Raven starts to stumble out of the corner, but then he's shoved right back into it before the World Warrior connects with another flurry, this time of Mongolian chops to the chest. Raven cries out and the fans are lulled into a sense of stunned silence as Low Ki connects with chop after chop, leaving huge welts on the chest of his foe. Finally, Low Ki allows Raven to stumble and fall to one knee, but only so he can step up beside his foe, grab his head and start punting him directly on the jaw. Five such strikes to the face later, Low Ki allows Raven to flop on his side before turning to the crowd to shout, "COME ON!" The fans boo him for the showboating.
Tom Phillips: Low Ki is beating Raven to a pulp here and the UWF don't seem too keen about it.
Mauro Ranallo: On the contrary, I think they love the violence. It's Low Ki's ego they can't stand!
Corey Graves: Hey, the kid gets results. He deserves to have an ego.
Low Ki is already sizing Raven up and the moment his foe rolls onto his back, the World Warrior stomps with both boots on his chest. Raven thrashes about as Low Ki stumbles off of him, catching his balance with the aid of the ropes. The World Warrior then turns back around and pulls Raven to one knee before slapping him in the face, then placing one unceremonious and absolutely brutal kick square on Raven's chest. The blow can be heard in the cheap seats as a loud pop, and the fans "ooh!" at the sound of it as Low Ki falls back into a squat, seeing Raven's eyes rolling into the back of his head. The World Warrior again kicks Raven in the chest, and this time it looks like Raven is going to fall flat on his face, but something in the veteran keeps him upright. Unfortunately, he pays for that as this time, Low Ki kicks him straight in the head, sending him sprawling backward onto the canvas as Grado visibly winces on the outside. "FATALITY!" Low Ki shouts as he looks down at the twitching body of Raven, and the official checks on the veteran. Realizing Raven has been knocked dead out, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
LOW KI!
Mauro Ranallo: Well, as they always say in the business, the fans came for stiff and that's exactly what they got here as Low Ki literally beat the daylights out of Raven.
Corey Graves: It was brutal. It was quick. It was perfect!
Tom Phillips: For you, maybe. But one has to be wondering what anyone who cares for Raven is thinking right now.
Medical personnel rush down to the ring as Low Ki and his teammates head up the ramp, grinning, while the fans buzz over the brutality they have just witnessed. The feed moves along.
Drew McIntyre: I have been missing something for the last two months since I've worked with Sammy Guevara. I have yet to have a match in UWF yet, the people in the back fear me like the reaper of souls. I always wondered what fear felt and tasted like, As no man alive or dead has made me feel the slightest bit of fear. That's why when I saw Sammy vs Vinny Marseglia one of the biggest fights that Sammy will have to overcome, I thought to myself a man of his extraordinary ability does not need my help and when he refused my help, I felt this was out of character from a man like Sammy Guevara. Than last week he had gone and got caught in the gu-lock, he thought just for a split second that he FOOLED me into believing his lies, when I saw him in that gu-lock, I realized that wins and loses do not matter, I had finally opened my eyes, I decided that I will be entering the UWF battle royal and when I come out the winner, Sammy and I will step up to rule over the UWF making the Television Title the most PRESTIGIOUS and must-see title. Sammy doubted that he could beat Gulak, Doubt is for those who are lesser men than the guys who put in every spare moment into perfecting their crafts, Sammy is not the only man with doubt in that locker room though. Their is a plethora of talent in that locker room who doubt that they have what it takes to be here only after one loss they try to get out and pack their bags, make excuses to be in the big leagues you have to be man enough to know your short comings. A man like Vinny Marseglia is unlike most to the naked eye, but the further you borrow into the myth of Marseglia the more you realize how rotten the core is. Marseglia is nothing but a mere mortal and that is his short coming, Tyler Bate exposed this for a matter of fact...
A camera moves away from a tv showing the end of the promo to show Sammy standing and watching McIntyre's promo
Charlie Caruso runs next to Samy as the TV goes to the UWF Logo
Charlie Caruso: Sammy I found you, why aren't you out there with your insurance policy, Drew McIntyre?
Sammy Guevara:"Drew is his own man, Drew is a man that is loyal to me and me alone, Every night I go out to that ring with Drew by my side, Last week he came out and started attacking Gulak, I could of easily gotten out of that gu-lock, but this is not acceptable I got a match with the man that exposed Marseglia's flaws before I could, I am going to make a mark tonight as I beat Bate in a fair match to go into our match at Summerslam with the W over him..."
Charlie Caruso: Do you and McIntyre have problems with this business partnership you guys only just recently seemed to make?
Sammy Guevara: "Everything is fine... I am going to go find McIntyre and sort this shit out..."
Sammy walks off camera angrily, headed to the ring for his match.
Mauro Ranallo: “Here we see the battle of the upcomers. Two very unique styles in the ring. We see Tyler Bate vs Sammy Guevara in a non-title contest.”
Tom Phillips: “One thing that I don’t get though Mauro is why general manager Drake Maverick has decided to make this a non-title contest. Mainly considering how many times Vinny defended it in a row.”
Corey Graves: “Shut up, Tom. Guevara doesn’t deserve to have a shot at the title.”
Tom Phillips: “But Corey-”
Corey Graves: “I said shut up, are you deaf or stupid?”
"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
Tony Chimel: "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 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 and lugging around his title, 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 places the title on the floor underneath the turnbuckle before hopping 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, he picks up the title and throws it to an official as if it were a dog toy, with no care for if it were damaged after brushing his luxurious blonde goatee.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The two run together and join hands and raise it up, with a greco roman knuckle lock. The two’s arms sway side to side until they both swing to the same side where they flip over and land on their backs while maintaining the lock of their hands. They roll over to where they kneel while staying locked up.
Bate pulls Guevara into a full guard getting his legs around him. They release their hands and then suddenly Guevara smacks Bate and pulls a middle finger up at him. Bate grabs this arm and then transitions it into a triangle choke on him.
Corey Graves: “Boom! That’s what you get Sammy!”
Sammy struggles and tries to roll out of the triangle choke but then gets his arms underneath Tyler, picks him up and slams him right back down. Sammy scoops him up and then the referee counts the cover.
1…
2…
Tyler Bate kicks out to the scoop up slam from Sammy Guevara.
As Tyler kicks out Sammy gets hit back to the ropes where he leans on them. Tyler Bate gets up quickly and Sammy runs straight towards him where Tyler takes him down with a huge armdrag. Sammy kips himself to run back at Tyler but is met with another armdrag. Tyler controls the arm by kneeling down next to it.
Tom Phillips: “Classic technical wrestling on display here from our UWF Television Champion.”
Tyler then drags Sammy up to his feet where he rolls him up into a small package to try and sneak in a victory early into the match.
1…
Sammy kicks out at one to the early pinfall attempt from Tyler Bate.
As Sammy and Tyler roll out they both come face to face and try and hit a forearm at the same time but collide. They both ricochet off this and then Tyler hits a huge chop to Sammy’s chest.
Mauro Ranallo: “Mamma mia! You could’ve heard that from the other side of the planet!”
Tom Phillips: “Damn, I wonder if Sammy can continue after that one…”
Sammy clutches his chest and then visibly is in a lot of pain. While holding one hand on his chest he strikes a chop at Tyler’s chest who seems barely phased. Sammy releases his hand from his chest in disgust and looks at Tyler and hits another chop striking into him. He continues to strike chops at his chest 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9. Sammy visibly gets worn out from delivering this many chops and leans over slightly.
Tyler Bate then realises that he’s not going to bother to continue to strike chops so leans backwards and hits a huge chop even louder than the first one sending Sammy rolling back in pain. Tyler puts his foot on him to cover.
1…
Sammy strikes his arm up into the air to get the shoulder up.
Tyler realises the only give he has is one arm so he hits the ropes and lands down on him with a running senton. He hooks the legs upon landing.
1…
Once again Sammy kicks out at one to this.
Tyler looks back down at him in pure confusion and then drags him up and lifts him up into a fireman’s carry. He starts to spin around as the crowd chant for the Airplane Spin. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15. Tyler stops for a minute and squats down seemingly tired out. He then powers through and stands up fully and starts up once more. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15. Tyler drops him off his shoulders seemingly completely lost and dizzy.
While remaining dizzy he lands on top of Guevara and hooks the leg of him to allow the referee to count the cover.
1…
2…
Sammy kicks out at two to the Airplane Spin from Tyler Bate.
Tyler Bate sits up shocked that he managed to kick out of the Airplane Spin. He then gets up and heads up to the top rope. He charges up Sammy and then dives off the top and hits a diving european uppercut on him. Tyler Bate hooks the leg on Sammy as the referee counts the cover.
1…
2…
Again Sammy kicks out at two from Tyler Bate’s signature offence.
Tyler rolls off and stands at the end of Sammy and lifts his legs up and holds them under his arms. He then picks him up to start the Big Swing as the crowd chant along with it. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. Seemingly unphased by this waiting in front of the ropes readying up Sammy. As soon as he gets up, Tyler hits the ropes and rolls over to hit the rolling wheel kick on Sammy. Once again he goes on the cover on Sammy.
1…
2…
Thr-
Bate almost had Guevara right there but he kicked out!
Tyler slaps the mat and yells at the referee for not counting fast enough for him and then ignores the ref to get up and then reaches down to pick Sammy up but instead gets rolled up in a victory roll.
1…
Bate kicks out at one from the Victory Roll.
Sammy rolls out after this attempted rollup and goes into the corner and unfastens the turnbuckle and the referee sees to it immediately. With the referee distracted, Tyler Bate looks to try some shady tactics but before he can do anything he gets kicked right in the dick!
Corey Graves: “Coah! That’s gotta feel bad.”
Bate's eyes bug out as he takes the low blow, grabbing at his manly bits. Guevara has the chance to capitalize, but instead he uses it to showboat, mocking the booing crowd. Sammy then flips his middle finger at the agonised Bate, but when he does so, Bate taps into some unexpected source of adrenaline (or perhaps just rage), swats the finger aside and thumbs Guevara in the eye! Guevara stumbles away for a second and when he comes back around, Bate knees him in the gut, grabs him in the double underhook and hits the Tiger Driver '97!
Tom Phillips: "Tyler Driver!!!"
Mauro Ranallo: “This has to be it!”
1…
2…
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, Tyler Bate!”
Sammy is twitching on the canvas as Bate grins down at him, the official handing him his title. Tyler holds it high above his head with one hand while he points down at his laid-out opponent and shakes his head, seemingly unimpressed by Guevara's showing. The feed moves along.
The shot transitions to a press conference that has been running for some time and seems to be nearing the end. CM Punk is stood at a podium. He is finishing a story just as the cameras get there..
CM Punk: "..so Batista stole this chair, one thing leads to another and Kofi's in the car. Next thing you know, we saved Christmas!"
There is a sound of laughter amongst the press and Punk.
CM Punk: "Next question?"
Dave Meltzer: "Hey Punk, Dave Meltzer, Wrestling Observer, how do you fee-"
Meltzer is interrupted by Punk who seems very pissed off at Meltzer.
CM Punk: "I’m sorry.. Dave Meltzer?! Who let you in?! Get the fuck out of here you body shaming son of a bitch! You know, I really wish I could see things from your perspective, Dave, but sadly my head doesn't go that far up my own ass. Now, I suggest that you get the hell out of my press conference before things turn sour and I have to slap the shit out of you. Also, don't ever mention my name in your reports AGAIN. Scumbag. Why would you care about what I say anyway? I don’t wrestle in Japan so why do you all of a sudden give a shit about who I am? Just piss off, bitch."
Meltzer is removed from the press conference by security as Punk flips him the bird and the other journalists boo Meltzer..
CM Punk: "I am terribly sorry about that.. I believe we have time for a couple more questions? [Punk points at someone with their arm raised] Yes, go ahead."
Ryan Satin: "Hey Punk, Ryan Satin. Pro Wrestling Sheet. Have there been any talks at all between yourself and the other general managers about which brand you could end up on with the upcoming brand split?"
Punk nods at the question, impressed with it.
CM Punk: "Very good question... well, I haven't heard anything personally. I'm sure both brands will be fighting each other to have me on their show because they know how much of a big draw and a perfect wrestler I am, but in all honesty, nope. I haven't heard a single thing about it. As you know, EC3 and I haven't seen eye to eye recently but I'm willing to put my differences aside if he wants me. As for Spud, I'm yet to have spoken to him so y'know.. he's probably around here somewhere, I might just go and have a little chat about him booking me to the moon! Who knows, man? Either way, I'm sure that I'll be world champion on whatever brand I end up on so yeah.. final question?"
Ryan Satin has a final question for Punk.
Ryan Satin: "Last question, recently, we've heard rumours that you have been nurturing an old injury that has reappeared and has been niggling at you for the past few months. Can you tell us any information about that at all? If so, what is the extent of this injury?"
Punk begins to shake his head as he answers
CM Punk: "To be honest with you, Ryan, I've had no physical problems since my return to the business. I've been training harder than ever, I feel fantastic, I've got the Intercontinental championship match coming up which is just a huge opportunity for me and I can't wait to get into that ring at SummerSlam, beat everyone's asses and hold that belt above my head. On that night, I'm going to prove to everyone why I'm a future hall of famer. So to answer your question, no I have not been nurturing an old injury. I'm sorry to disappoint everyone that was hoping I had one!"
Punk stands up before giving a goodbye to the press.
CM Punk: "Thank you all for coming out, the next time we do this, I'll have the Intercontinental title around my waist so you best have your notepads at the ready because after I win that belt, I've got a few things I'd like to announce so do not forget to watch SummerSlam. I'll see you all soon.. except for Meltzer. I swear to god if he turns up at the next one."
Punk leaves the press conference and gives a slight wave as he leaves. A promo video for Summerslam plays as the scene fades out...
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.
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..
DING DING DING!!!!!!
The bell rings and both competitors walk to the middle of the ring and start talking a bit of trash to each before starting a collar and elbow tie-up, after a few seconds of struggle Punk is able to score a headlock but not hold it for long as the technical southern knows exactly how to get out of the headlock, he puts his leg on CM Punk's knee-pit but Punk knows better and when Gulak presses on his knee he puts his leg in front of Gulak and takes him to the ground with a headlock takeover but Gulak quickly turns it into a head scissors, Punk tries to lift Gulak's leg but he just wrenches the hold, finally after a minute or so in the hold Gulak starts transitioning to an armbar but seeing the armbar coming Punk put his hands together so Gulak won't be able to lock the submission in and when Gulak fully released the head scissors Punk quickly got back up to his feet, clutching his jaw and smirking at the still grounded Gulak, when suddenly, Gulak leaps foward and tries to pick Punk's leg but the Chicago native sees it coming and lifts his knee up for a meeting with Gulak's face! Gulak is knocked out cold and Punk taunts the crowd then puts his hand on Gulak's body for a pin.
Tom Phillips: A cocky pin here from Punk, does he really think that would work, and so early in the match?
Corey Graves: Punk just knocked Gulak out cold with a knee, plus it's called mind games Phillips, goddamit I work with idiots
Mauro Ranallo: Maybe Punk's the idiot here, he should have work more on Gulak before going for the pin.
1......
2......
NO!
Gulak kicks out!
Punk yells and starts to argue with the ref that it should have been a three while Gulak takes this time to recover, dragging himself into the corner and resting there, when CM Punk finally stops arguing he sees the still recovering Gulak at the corner and a devilish smirk comes to his face, he runs at Gulak with full speed and nails him with a knee in the corner, he follows that up by getting a hold of Gulak's hand and then backing out just to pull Gulak into a short arm lariat but no! Gulak is able to duck underneath the arm and posture up into a belly to back position, he's going for the Spine Splitter! Gulak tries to lift the self-proclaimed future Hall of Famer but Punk isn't a fan of broken backs so he fights back, elbowing Gulak in the back of the head until the latter releases him just so he could half Gulak Attack his backside with a closeline to the back of the head that drops Punk! now that he's got an opening Gulak doesn't waste time and immediately goes to work on Punk's knee, flipping the self-proclaimed future Hall of Famer onto his back and locking him in a Figure Four Leglock! Punk is flat on his back focusing only on escaping the move and he doesn't notice his shoulders are on the mat! the referee starts counting
1.....
NO!
Punk immediately lifts one his shoulders and in a sudden burst of power is able to flip over to his torso and quickly crawl to the ropes! Gulak releases Punk and backs out a bit then lets him gets back up before charging him with his arm extended for a closeline but Punk sees that coming and is able to lift his leg up just in time to kick Gulak in the chin! the grappling master stumbles back from the impact and after a second he gets back to life clutching his jaw just for Punk to drop him with a springboard closeline! Punk goes for the cover without even hooking the legs.
Mauro Ranallo: Another cocky pin from Punk!
Corey Graves: I don't see anything wrong with what he's doing Mauro, he makes sure Gulak knows he's so easy to beat Punk doesn't even need to hook the legs.
Tom Phillips: He isn't tough, Gulak is one tough man to beat he...
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips, he is for Punk!
1....
tw...
NO!
Gulak kicks out! Punk is again yelling at the ref that it should have been a three but this time he doesn't waste time in arguing and instead, he gets back up to his feet and circles Gulak, stalking him with his arms spread out and when Gulak gets up he starts the attack, punching him in the gut a couple of times before moving to head where he delivers a number of slaps before unleashing a mean spinning back fist! this isn't enough apparently cause Gulak is still standing so Punk drops him with a high kick to the head! Punk smirks at Gulak's prone body and then he looks at the top rope, he flips Gulak to his back and starts to climb high, when there he taunts the crowd for a bit more and then leaps off with a diving elbow drop but no!! Drew rolled away in time! Punk falls down hard on his arm, especially his elbow and is clutching it in pain, Punk gets back to his feet in a few moments by himself while Gulak needs the help of the ropes, when Punk sees that Gulak's up he unleashes a desperate battle cry, full of hatred and emotion, and charges him looking to take him out of the ring, as he charges Gulak sees him and also charges at him with a lariat, knocking the unexpecting Punk to the ground but wasting his last bit of energy with the closeline and is also knocked out.
Mauro Ranallo: Gulak needs to get his stuff together, at this point he's just surviving, I can't see him winning at this rate.
Tom Phillips: I think Gulak has a few more tricks up his sleeve, we'll just wait and see.
As they're saying that Gulak and Punk start to get back to their feet, for a split second they share a look, each trying to figure out the other's gameplan for the rest of the match, they both spring to their feet and immediately go to work on each other, forearming each other like the crowd's telling them to fight forever, they're not but they are cheering the more fan-favorite Gulak and booing the hated Punk, after a minute or so of forearms Gulak is able to get the advantage and he capitalized on that with a hard chop being heard all around the venue he then grabs a hold of Punk's arm and goes behind him, locking him a hammerlock which Punk is trying to fight off with elbows but every elbow is met with wrenching the arm more, finally Punk stops the elbows and after a moment realizes what to do, he runs back into a corner, driving Gulak hard into the turnbuckles making Gulak release the hold in the process, Gulak screams in pain and Punk turns around ready to deal more punishment but Gulak just played possum! as Punk turns around he quickly grabs his head and drives him with a suplex into the turnbuckles! Gulak doesn't waste time as he drags Punk into the middle of the ring where he lifts his up from the back, tucks his head beneath Punk's arm and lifts him up looking for the Spine Splitter again! but Punk fights out again!! Gulak knows the shtick and instead of keeping to try and lift him up he grabs Punk's leg and drops it onto his knee with a shin breaker! Gulak lets Punk go and he just falls down, crying with pain and agony while Gulak just smirks at him.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! I THINK GULAK BROKE PUNK'S SHIN BONE!
Corey Graves: Relex Mauro, he didn't break it, although it is possible that he did cause it a lot of damage which I think he did also you should stop saying MAMA MIA! so much.
Mauro Ranallo: You know how long it took me to come up with that? I ain't never letting that go.
Gulak looks at CM Punk struggling to get back to his feet and decides to make a bold move, he walks up to the corner and climbs the top rope
Tom Phillips: What is Gulak doing?
Mauro Ranallo: I think he's going for some sort of ariel attack, but why?
Corey Graves: It's all part of his masterful game plan which he probably made in a powerpoint and I respect that.
Punk finally gets back to his feet using the rope and when he turns around to face Drew, the Pennsylvania native leaps at him with a crossbody but no! Punk is able to catch him, he turns to the hard cam and laughs then throws Gulak onto his shoulders for the GTS but no!! Gulak starts to elbow Punk and the combined pressure of Gulak's weight, his elbows and Punk's shin getting shin breaked earlier turns out too much and Punk collapses to one knee, but he doesn't give up and postures up! he yells at the hard cam but while he does that Gulak is able to slip to his backside and grab his head to lock him in the Gu-lock!!
Punk tries to fight out of the hold but ultimately he passes out while trying to get a hold of Gulak's hair, the referee checks if he's conscious and when he sees he isn't he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!!!!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION... DREW GULAK!!
Tom Phillips: GULAK HAS ACTUALLY WON THIS!
Corey Graves: I told you he has tricks up his sleeve.
Gulak is getting his hand raises while doctors come to check on CM Punk who is starting to gain his breath back and Revolution rolls on.
The cameras go backstage, where we see The Hired Gunns heading back from the catering area, Gunn carrying a bottle of Pepsi while Kidman is casually walking around with an entire bag of Ruffles alongside some sort of garlic herb dip. Either way, the two are looking rather happy despite not wrestling tonight.
Gunn: “So anyways, I’m still a bit bummed we didn’t get to do the ritual last week, felt like a hollow victory, y’know?”
Kidman: “Honestly Gunn, I don’t know.”
Gunn: “...oh, have you never had matches where you just didn’t put your all into it? Like, it felt that something was off?”
Kidman: “I mean...probably? But that was like back in the 90s when both of us were too hopped up on whatever drugs we were taking at the time to really care, y’know?”
Gunn: “Actually, no...no Kidman I think that was only you. I never took any drugs back then.”
Kidman: “Come on dude, you were hanging around X-Pac you must’ve gotten high with him at least once. Look, it’s alright if you talk about it. It’s not like there’s anyone actually-”
Just as Kidman was going to finish his sentence, he turns around to see Scott Steiner standing there, looking at our two lovable idiots talk about drugs publicly.
Scott Steiner: “Hey, what were you two jackasses just talking about?”
Gunn: “Oh hey, speaking of drugs, it’s Scotty boy. How’re ya doing, dude?”
Scott Steiner: “You stupid son of a bitch, do you two honestly think that the Genetic Freak would be on some pussy ass drugs?”
Kidman: “On them? No, absorbing all of them like Cell absorbed the Androids? Yeah, definitely.”
Scott Steiner: “Really well let me tell you the truth jackass, Big Poppa Pump is one hundred percent natural. No drugs, drugs are for pussys there is only one thing that the Poppa puts into his body.”
Gunn and Kidman both look at Steiner with a bit of confusion on their faces.
Scott Steiner: “Okay, cause i’m feeling good today, I’ll let you in onto the Freaks little secret now don’t tell anyone, especially the Miz. Cause if you do I will find you two and treat you like I treat rude customers at Shoney’s. You got that?”
L: “The fuck is a Shoney’s?”
Gunn: “Nevermind that, L, Steiner what is this secret you got?”
Scott Steiner is a little confused at the L comment but continues on
Scott Steiner: “Alright, the secret about being the genetic freak is…”
The screen cuts out for a brief second before cutting back in with Gunn and Kidman looking absolutely disgusted
Kidman: “What...what…”
Gunn: “What can...what the hell do I even say to follow that?!”
Scott Steiner: “What you two seem to have seen a ghost. But just look at these muscles, if you want to look like Big Poppa Pump and get every chick on the plant that is the secret. You do it twice a day. Injected right it the left ass cheek.”
Kidman runs over to a trash can and starts to throw up
Gunn: “Okay, I’m done. We’re supposed to be coming out with Miz tonight for his match with Rick Rude, and now I’m...I’m not even sure if Kidman’s going to be able to make it out of the arena tonight, so why don’t you go...do whatever you’re going to do, we’ll go back to Miz’s locker room, and just never talk about this again.”
Scott Steiner: Okay pussies suit yourself. Have fun with you F-list movie star, but don't knock the secret till you try it.
As soon as Steiner walks away two women start to run after him
L: “I...I don’t think I’ve ever been so pertubed in my life as I am right now.”
Kidman finally walks back to Gunn, visibly shaking still from what Steiner had said.
Kidman: “I...I want to just go home right now. I want to just be snapped out of existence like in The Avengers and never have to remember that ever again.”
Gunn: “Agreed, Kidman. Let’s just chill in the locker room until Miz’s match, and hopefully we’ll have regained our composure by then. And to think one of us is facing him in the battle royal...”
Gunn and Kidman give off a simultaneous shudder and begin walking back to The Miz’s locker room, the camera fading out as the two get further off in the distance.
The camera switches to a pre-taped segment. It is a poolside area where several beautiful women are in bikinis and off to the side of the pool we see “Ravishing” Rick Rude reclined in a hammock. He takes off his sunglasses and gives the camera a wink.
Rude: Ya know, everybody keeps asking me what I’m doing to prepare for the Intercontinental championship match at SummerSlam as well as what I’m doing to prepare for my big match this week against the current IC champ. Well, the answer is fairly simple. You’re looking at my preparation. Sure, call me arrogant. Call me a prick. Call me whatever you like, it’s not going to make a difference. This week I’m going to go out there into that ring and give Mikey the most must-see ass-kicking of his life. If all of you morons would pay half a bit of attention, you would see that there is no need for me to even break a sweat either this week or at Summerslam. There’s not a damn man on this roster that can even come close to comparing to me when it comes to technical wrestler. There’s not a damn man that’s as tough as I am. And there’s simply not a damn thing any of you can do about it.
Rude gets up out of the hammock and puts his glasses back on. He gives a couple of girls passing by a good look over as they giggle and walk away. He walks over to the pool.
Rude: I mentioned before about how the Rick Rude that you’re going to see in that title match is going to be a Rick Rude that none of you are familiar with. You got just a little taste of it during the match with Jimmy Jacobs, but you’re going to get every bit of the intensity and sheer athleticism that I am capable of. Half of these kids aren’t even in my league. This week I’m going to make an example out of our beloved champion. So, Mikey...bring on your goonies, I’ll slap the taste out of their mouths so hard they won’t know whether to shit or wind their watches too. As for now...I’ve got business to attend to.
Rude takes a dive into the pool and swims back up to face the camera. He strikes a pose before the camera fades away.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non-title contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING
"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and aggresively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.
Rude: Cut the music. Cut my music!
QUIET ON THE SET, MAY WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?
The fans begin booing loudly as Miz's traditional Hollywood intro plays, the arena lights dimmed to darkness.
AAAWWWEEEESSSOOOMMEEEEEE!!!!!
"The Man" by The Killers" begins to play as The Miz steps out onto the stage with his wife, Maryse, at his side. Miz grabs the Intercontinental Championship and does his usual title pose with it while Maryse gestures toward him the way a model on an old game show might the gesture to show off the big prize.
Tony Chimel: "Being accompanied by Maryse... residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed 'Most Must-See Champion in UWF History', The Miz!"
Miz continues his walk, holding his Intercontinental Championship with pride even as the fans boo him the entire way down there. Maryse simply rolls her eyes at the booing fans as the pair head down to the edge of the ramp and climb the ring steps, then Miz does his traditional apron taunt.
Miz enters the ring while Maryse heads to his corner on the outside. As she gets there, Miz poses on the ropes with the championship, arms spread out almost inviting the fans to boo him even more, which they gladly do.
After a few more seconds, Miz gets off of the ropes and goes to his corner, ready for the bell.
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
Once both men are in the ring they lock eyes and the referee calls for the bell. They step up and lock up in the centre of the ring. Miz quickly gets the upperhand and transitions into a headlock but he his forced back into a corner and must make a clean break. As they separate Miz goes for a thumb to the eye whilst the refs back is turned but Rude catches his hand, shakes his head and nails him in the gut with a kick causing him to slump down. The Miz is then lifted to his feet and irish whipped all the way into the next corner where is he also met with a huge lariat!
Mauro Ranallo: Miz collapses out of the corner! Rude seems to be on fire here early on! Kendrick is joining us on commentary here as he'll face both of these men, plus CM Punk and Matt Hardy at SummerSlam in a championship scramble match. Kendrick do you want to share some thoughts on what you see here out the gate.
The Brian Kendrick: What do you want me to say? That I'm impressed? That they're good? Of course they are. Anyone performing at this level could be a threat on any day. But what makes me more dangerous is that I take the time to study each of my opponents. I don't see Punk or Hardy out here watching this. And that could just be the difference at SummerSlam.
Rude rebounds off the ropes and nails Miz with a running elbow drop to the mid section, he rolls across the ring in pain. Rude brings his opponent to his feet but Miz quickly regains his thoughts and hoists his opponent up only to bring him down with an atomic drop! He quickly follows this up with a DDT! Miz covers him.
One - NO!
A kick out at one
Mauro Ranallo: That was never going to be enough to put him away!
Corey Graves: But Miz has the momentum now - He is rolling!
The Brian Kendrick: Momentum can change at any time and Miz is in the ring with a pure veteran so he has to keep his eyes open.
Miz places Rude in the corner and gears himself up to hit a corner clothsline but as he lunges, Rude moves leaving him to collide with the turnbuckle and collapse in front of it. Miz rolls to the center of the ring but is met with some stomps from Rude. Rude girates his hips and then brings a big knee down on to the head of the Miz
Mauro Ranallo: Taking some time to add some insult to injury here.
The cover is made...
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KICKOUT
Corey Graves: No way is Miz finished yet - That man is resilient!
Miz holds the back of his head and tries to crawl away. Rude grabs Miz’s ankle trying to stop him from escaping. Rude has him in his clutches. Miz, still holding the back of his head, is forced up onto his feet hopping, but then hits a mule kick, knocking Rude down!
Corey Graves: Miz fighting out on one leg.
Rude hits the mat and now Miz is quick to return the stomps on Rude. Miz, just like Rude, takes a second to pose. He does his classic turn and point, but points directly at The Brian Kedrick before he brings a knee down on to the forehead of Rude. He hooks the leg and makes the cover, staring right at Kendrick.
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KICKOUT
The Brian Kendrick: Miz's arrogance will be his downfall. He's so worried about me when he's got a real threat in the ring with Rude.
Miz brings Rude to his feet feeling all of the confidence in the world. He starts to work the head of Rude placing him in a headlock that brings Rude back down to the mat. Rude realizing the trouble he finds himself in looks to power out by pumping his legs and pushing the man up. Again, the Miz is one step ahead. He sees Rude going to power out and drives the point of his knee into the head of his downed foe. Rude again tries to fight out but Miz won’t give an inch as he smashes him with another brutal knee strike to the temple. With a groggy Rude at his mercy he looks to transition into a Armbar, slipping his hands underneath Rude’s right shoulder and trying to apply some pressure but the veteran sees the danger and immediately pushes himself off the ground taking Miz with him.
Corey Graves: You had to be impressed with that display from Miz there, just taking it to Rude.
With both men now on their feet Rude throws a wild haymaker looking to catch his opponent off guard, but again his foe has the upper hand and grabs the arm looking to apply the armbar once more. Rude plants his feet, holding on for dear life and trying not to get taken down. The Miz drives the point of his elbow into the elbow joint and then shoulder of his opponent looking to forcefully bring him down. Rude shakes his head disdainfully and then throws his free left hand and nails the man with a hard shot to the jaw. Miz staggers back after the huge blow from Rude, who wastes no time in pressing home his advantage. Rude grabs the back of Miz's head while unloading with a swift, closed-fist jab to his face, followed by another, and another. Each time a punch lands, Miz stumbles further back until he's up against the ropes, and Rude releases him at that point to back up before placing both hands behind his head and gyrating his hips. A few loud whistles from the ladies in the crowd punctuate the motion before Rude lurches forward and clotheslines the Miz out of the ring!
Tom Phillips: A devastating clothesline and now the Miz finds himself on the outside.
Corey Graves: Ahh! Where'd you come from? Have you been here all along?
Mauro Ranallo: He is our partner on commentary, Corey.
The Brian Kendrick: You all have such short attention spans...
The Miz drags himself to a barricade, using it to try and find his vertical base while Rude drops onto his back and rolls out of the ring. The Ravishing One moves in on Miz with a smirk on his face, placing a hand on the Intercontinental Champion's shoulder to turn him around, but when he does Miz spits in his face! Rude flinches at this, then wipes away the spit with the back of his hand, glaring at Miz all the while. Then, he kicks Miz in the gut and drives him skull-first into the floor with a nasty DDT. Immediately, Rude gets back to his feet and grabs hold of the top of the barricade with both hands while he looms over Miz's prone body. Lifting a boot, he starts to lay into Miz with a number of hard stomps, using the barricade for leverage and balance both. The fans are buzzing, unsure how to react as the veteran seems to be stomping the lights out of the champion. Finally, Rude breaks away, grinning as he does so.
Mauro Ranallo: Rude was more ravaging than ravishing with those stomps.
Corey Graves: I don't know where you find all of these puns you keep cracking, but I appreciate your punniness and will miss it when you go to the B show.
The Brian Kendrick: You call it the B show as though you have any degree of control over which will be greater. You're a talking head, Corey. Step into a ring again and maybe you'll be able to say things like that with some authority.
As Kendrick lays into Graves, Rude continues to lay into the Intercontinental Champion with the ugliest elbow to the side of the face imaginable. Miz stumbles away from the blow as Rude rolls into and out of the ring to reset the referee's count, then grabs him by his perfectly coiffed head and unceremoniously throws him into the ring steps. Miz's body hits the steel with full force as Rude steps over to him and grinds the heel of his boot into the Miz's face with a nasty-looking wash. The fans are outright booing the show of disrespect and poor sportsmanship and even the official shouts for Rude to bring the match back inside, so Rick hauls Miz to his feet and rolls him into the ring, following in after him and shoving the champion onto his back to go for the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Miz gets the shoulder up half-way to the three-count and Rude just purses his lips as he looks down at his stubborn opponent. As he gets to his feet, Rude shakes his head, running off at the mouth about his opponent but not loud enough for it to be audible over the din of the crowd. Rude heads for the ropes and comes back slowly, dropping an elbow on the Miz's chest, then pulls him back down for another cover.
Tom Phillips: Rick Rude drops the elbow and now he's looking for the win!
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Clearly, the elbow had the reverse of the desired effect as Miz now kicks out right after the one count. Rude is visibly getting aggravated and he heads for the apron, then starts climbing to the top rope! The fans get loud with a pop as Rude gets higher, Miz lying prone in the middle of the ring. After steadying himself on the top, Rude leaps off looking for the diving kneedrop, but Miz rolls out of the way and he lands hard on both knees right on the canvas!
Corey Graves: Rick Rude goes for the knee drop and the Miz rolls out of the way! He was playing possum the whole time!
The Brian Kendrick: That's not going to matter if he is unable to capitalize.
Rude stays on his knees, but he's visibly wincing and seemingly unable to get back to his feet as Miz grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself back to his feet. Miz then stumbles over to the kneeling Rude, tucks his head under an arm and drops him with a snap DDT! The Intercontinental Champion rolls his would-be challenger over and goes for the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Rude throws the shoulder up, practically tossing the Miz off of him in the process. Before the champion can get back at him, the veteran rolls out of the ring and stumbles away from the apron — directly toward the Miz's wife, Maryse. Rude spies her and immediately has an idea as he grabs her with one thick arm around the waist, then plants a huge kiss on her! The fans offer a huge mixed reaction, but there's some loud whistling from the crowd as Maryse slips free and slaps Rude, who just laughs. Meanwhile Miz slides out of the ring and grabs Rude from behind to turn him around, but when he does, Rude backhands him! Miz stumbles into the barricade and Rude grabs his head, then smashes his face right on the hard (albeit padded) crossbar before throwing him back into the ring. Once again Rude follows the Miz in, but this time rather than go for the pin he hauls Miz to his feet and sends him into the ropes. On rebound, Rude scoops Miz up into a bone-crunching bear hug!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Rick Rude has the Intercontinental Champion in a vice-like, constricting grasp and look at his pythons! He's going to crush the life out of the Miz!
Corey Graves: Can you please dial back your blatant and disturbing idolization of a man who is easily your physical superior, Mauro?
The Brian Kendrick: Physically superior or not, it won't matter at Summerslam. The key to victory is contained within the skull.
Rude whips Miz's body back and forth like he's nothing, the Intercontinental Champion's limbs flailing about as the oxygen is pushed out of his lungs by the powerful grip of his opponent. At first, the Awesome One tries to conjure up some sort of resistance, directing wild strikes at Rude's head. But it's clear the veteran isn't going to release him and as the hold continues, Miz starts to lose his strength and soon he can do little except try to break free by prying apart the clasped hands behind his back. Things do not look good as his eyes begin to droop and his arms begin to fall slack, but then Maryse climbs up onto the apron and shouts at Rude. The challenger turns, seeing the Miz's wife there, and she puckers her lips as if calling for another kiss, winking at him. Ever the ladies' man, Rude tosses the Miz to the canvas in front of himself. The Intercontinental Champion lands hard and seems motionless as Rude heads over to Maryse, stepping over the Miz, but as he does he's rolled up into a schoolboy pin!
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KICKOUT!
Tom Phillips: The Miz just tried to steal a victory here using a distraction from his wife!
Corey Graves: Ahaha! What a brilliant tactic by the Miz!
The Brian Kendrick If anyone hatched that plot, it was Maryse. She's the brains of this little operation, not the Miz.
The Miz quickly rolls back to his feet as Rude gets back to his own, red-faced with anger. Rude charges Miz, looking for a lariat, but the Intercontinental Champion goes low with a dropkick to the knee and Rude tumbles forward to land neck first on the middle rope! The fans already know what's coming as Miz keeps surging forward to hit the ropes that were behind Rude, then comes back with a HUGE kick to the back of Rude's head before swinging the leg back to scrape his dazed body off the ropes. The fans boo as the Miz is very obviously back in the driver's seat and he hits a quick leg drop on Rude, followed by another, and then a third before pulling him to his feet and into the full nelson clutch.
Mauro Ranallo: It's time for our Finale here tonight gentlemen!
Indeed, the Miz is clearly going for the Skull-Crushing Finale but before he executes, Kendrick stands up at the commentary table. The Miz glares directly at another of his challengers as Kendrick pulls a coin out of his pocket and tosses it in the air. Both men's eyes rise and fall with the coin, transfixed as it lands on the table. Miz shoves Rude to his knees and steps up to the ropes nearest the commentary area to shout, "What is it, huh? Tails?" Kendrick simply smirks. It's not until Rude has grabbed Miz and executed the Rude Awakening that the Intercontinental Champion even realizes what's going on, and by then he's powerless to resist the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
RICK RUDE!
Tom Phillips: What an absolutely disappointing finish to this excellent one-on-one match as our "partner" on commentary decided to get involved in the proceedings here tonight.
Corey Graves: You could read it that way, Phillips, our you could read it the sensible way: The Miz is a champion and he should know better than to take his eyes off of an opponent. This was his match to lose and he lost it.
The Brian Kendrick: Precisely, Mr. Graves. The Miz is the master of his own fate... or is he? Perhaps not. After all, the coin predicted this outcome. The coin always predicts the outcome. It's never wrong...
With that, the mysterious Brian Kendrick removes his headset and heads for the ramp while Rude celebrates over the body of the Intercontinental Champion, gyrating his hips for the appreciative ladies in the crowd and even throwing a wink at a disgusted Maryse on the outside. The feed moves along.
The camera fades into the house of Velveteen Dream sitting in a lounge chair. He is sipping a martini while looking out at his luxurious pool. Velveteen Dream's signature ambient music starts to play in the background.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream has searched far and wide for a worthy opponent for SummerSlam, but unfortunately the Dream didn't find a single person who is as skilful and talented as the Dream. So the Dream has been sitting here deciding what to do. It's either not being on the card at all and see SummerSlam be the biggest flop of the Summer, or be in that Battle Royal match and make SummerSlam the show it is supposed to be "THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE SUMMER!" And as much the Dream would like to watch this show go down in flames, the Dream decided he wanted to do EC3 a big favour. As you know, the Dream and EC3 aren't on the best terms, but the Dream feels as if he owes him. This is going to be the Dream's send off before he goes off into the new brand. If it wasn't obvious all ready, the Dream has been planning on leaving this show for a long while, and since EC3 and the Dream don't see eye to eye, the Dream doubts he wants to keep his most profitable wrestler, but the Dream is getting sidetracked. The Dream realised that when he wins, every single spotlight will be on the VEEEELVEEEETEEEEN DREEEEEAAAAAM!
The Dream laughs and takes a sip of his martini. He then gets up from his lounge chair and starts walking around his pool.
Velveteen Dream: But first, the Velveteen Dream takes on the "villain" Marty Scurll. The owner of Villain Club. The person who has so many feats like, being Television Champion that one time, being Daniel's bodyguard, and calling people "numpties." That is incredible. Someone who's been here for over a year and barely done anything of note. Incredibly sad. The Dream is already on his way to success. I'll be champion at least three times before the Dream's one year anniversary comes. The Dream has already beaten Larry Sweeney, the "Triple Champion". The person who beat the current UWF champion, which indirectly makes the Dream a better wrestler than Chris Jericho. Instead of being added to the UWF championship match at SummerSlam for my incredible win, the Dream is still stuck in that Battle Royal, being fed Marty Scurll on the go home show of Revolution. Pathetic. The Dream is supposed to show off his incredible talent, while he fights a talentless hack known as Marty Scurll? The guy who dresses up like the Penguin? Really?
The Dream shakes his head in disapproval.
Velveteen Dream: Mr Maverick, with all due respect, you couldn't have given me actual competition? The Dream could be fighting someone on his level like Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Miz, or anyone else with a real match on the SummerSlam card. Hell, the Dream would even fight Sammy Guevara himself, but even he is getting treated better with a match against the newly crowned TV Champion at SummerSlam. A guy like him gets TWO championship matches before the Velveteen Dream? That should be the Dream right now. Fighting and winning the Television Championship, but here the Dream is, no gold around his waist, no championship match, no actual competition. The Dream is a living God, yet the Dream is getting fed peasant after peasant. More careers the Dream has to derail every week, and Marty Scurll is just the latest victim. He calls the Dream delusional and egotistical. He claims he is going to hyperextend the Dream's shoulder when he applies the ChickenWing CrossFace. How can the Dream be injured when he won't even get a chance to use the hold? He's going to be too busy holding his sternum in pain after the Purple Rainmaker.
Velveteen Dream: He thinks this is a game? A joke? Scurll, you're not the Penguin, but since you insist on looking up to that fat oaf, then the Dream is Batman, and Batman always stops the villain in the end. Even when the bad guys have Batman beat he still finds a way to win, just like the Dream is going to do when he fights you. You say you're gonna come full throttle at the Dream? What you consider your best, the Dream considers his worst. You think you're going to throw 100% into your match tonight? What you feel is 100%, the Dream considers it 50%. You are not up to par with the Dream, and you will learn tonight from experience, that the Dream is not a joke. The Dream isn't just a flamboyant wrestler with excellent wrestling skills. The Dream is a GOD! A person who makes his dreams reality and you're worst nightmares true. Tonight your time is up. You're just another person to be added to the Dream's singles win streak. The Dream is going to beat you tonight, eliminate you at SummerSlam, and every single spotlight will be on the Velveteen Dream when he wins at that Battle Royal. The Dream's moment is coming, whether you, Mr Carter, or the even the people in the crowd like it or not. The Summer of Dream is coming to an end with the Dream standing tall! It'll be an experience no one will ever forget.
The Velveteen Dream gets close to the camera and says:
DREAM OVER!
The Velveteen Dream then proceeds to shove the camera guy into the water, ending with the slowly descending camera in the water filming the Dream standing over the edge of the pool. The scene then fills with purple smoke before it fades to black.
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.
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!
COREY GRAVES: Here we go! Another week, another superstar stepping up to try and take down the champ!
The crowd is absolutely insane for this match, but before the match even begins there is an all to familiar sound permeating from the speaker system.
The crowd leaps to its feet as they look on along with Jericho and Hardy in the ring at what is happening on stage. In an odd turn of events, the number one contender for the UWF Championship, Vinny Marseglia appears from the back. He stands in the middle of the stage, holding his axe and balloon in hand. He stands like a statue there, aiming all his attention right at Chris Jericho.
MAURO RANALLO: It just got a little more complicated around here.
COREY GRAVES: Let the mind games begin.
Jericho finally snaps out of it and puts his focus back into the match at hand. Hardy and Jericho lock up, with Jericho instantly getting the upper hand, locking in a side headlock. As he does this he is glancing up the stage to an onlooking Vinny. Hardy backs his way to the ropes and shoves his opponent forwards and knocks Jericho down on the rebound. With a little bit of momentum Hardy picks his opponent up, and then slams him back down with a body slam. He's really feeling it early on and hops up on to the middle turnbuckle, and leaps off performing a middle rope leg drop. Jericho has this well scouted and rolls off to the side causing Hardy to land right on his backside and grasp it in pain in the middle of the ring. It takes all of a second for the champ to take advantage and run and leap off the second rope, executing a picture perfect LionSault! Instead of taking advantage however, he walks over to the ropes and glances up the ramp, trash talking Vinny.
MAURO RANALLO: What is he doing? He should be trying to pin his opponent.
COREY GRAVES: I think he's trying to prove a point to Marseglia. He wants him to know he could end him at any time he wishes.
Vinny stands there still motionless, just smiling at Chris, who is not paying any attention to Hardy, who has recovered and swings Jericho around, nailing him with a European Uppercut, followed by another one. The champ is in a bad way, staggering into a nearby corner. He is still stunned as the Broken one mounts his adversary and begins a ten count punch.
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Chris stops Matt about midway and lifts him up in powerbomb form, only to toss him backwards landing head first on the turnbuckle, and collapsing to the mat. As he grabs his head in anguish, Chris stands over him and smirks as he stalks his prey. He picks him up and shoves him back in the corner, hitting him with a series of chops to the chest. Then he lifts hardy up on to the top rope, and follows him up. Once there the arm is wrapped around his neck and he hurls Hardy up and over connecting with a massive Superplex! Jericho once again looks straight at Vinny as he hooks the legs...
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KICKOUT!
The champ seems to care less that his opponent kicked out, and goes right back on the attack. Chris picks up his opponent and puts his head between Hardy's legs, picking him up on his shoulders. Hardy tries to punch Jericho in the head to get out of this predicament but is unable to before the Electric Chair Drop happens. Matt rolls away as he grabs his back, but once again Jericho goes towards the ropes and taunts Vinny, who still remains motionless and says nothing to the champ.
MAURO RANALLO: Maybe he should focus on winning his match instead of the man on the ramp.
COREY GRAVES: Maybe Vinny should go in the back and stop causing a scene out here! I mean how fair is this really?
Thanks to the camera person videoing the match, we see that he has uttered the words stupid idiot towards Marseglia, to which once again only warrants a smirk from Vinny. All of a sudden he gets roiled up school boy style by Matt Hardy!
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KICKOUT!
No dice as Chris easily kicks out, but even though he is quick to his feet, Hardy is there waiting, kicking him in the gut and dropping him with clothesline, and once he gets up he drops his opponent again with another clothesline. Chris tries to duck the third time but gets kicked right in the stomach and put down with a swinging neck breaker. Hardy hooks a leg...
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KICKOUT!
Chris is still up to his feet rather quickly, but Matt is ready for him, and hits him with the Side Effect! Seemingly down for the count, Matt makes his way over for a second time, perching up on the second rope. He once again taunts the crowd, and lands perfectly with the leg drop, and makes yet another pinning attempt...
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KICKOUT!
Hardy is all smiles as he nods in approval. He bides his time, waiting in the corner for Chris to get up, getting the crowd going with a "DELETE" chant. He measures Jericho up, and as soon as he is able, kicks him in the gut, setting up for the Twist of Fate. As soon as he rotates to bring him down, Jericho shoves Matt forward, and when Matt turns around he gets hit with a Codebreaker out of nowhere! The champ makes a lack luster cover...
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DING! DING! DING!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE UWF CHAMPION, CHRIS JERICHO!
The referee is in the ring checking on the loser of the match, as Jericho goes over to the timekeeper area to grab his belt. He laughs at Hardy in the ring as he begins to make his way up the ramp.
COREY GRAVES: Uh oh this is about to get crazy.
Jericho stops about half way up the ramp because Vinny has not moved a single inch since the start of the match, His eyes are locked in only on the champ. Jericho begins to slowly take a step backwards when all of a sudden Vinny flinches ever so slightly, and Jericho falls backwards, quickly getting back to his feet and grabs his belt. He heads over to a member of the arena security staff and has them clear a path as he hops over the barrier and heads to the back via the crowd to avoid any confrontation with his challenger at Summerslam.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Palmer Cannon is shown in his office, chipping away at some paperwork. Some sixth sense tingles and he looks up before any the interruption can... uh... interrupt him. Anyway, he's totally alert when Larry Sweney barges through the door.
Sweeney: Cannon!
Cannon: Larry... I'm very busy at the moment, can this wait?
Mr. Sweet and Sour parks himself at Cannon's desk, neverminding an invitation to do so. He drops all three of his title belts on the table in front of him - the linear UWF Championship, the linear UWF Television Championship and the crown jewel, the UWF Transatlantic Championship. Palmer scans them over his glasses.
Cannon: I really should confiscate those -
Sweeney: Ha! You wish you could, pal! But I'd see your ass in court tomorrow! I'm a student of history, Cannon. I save myself the trouble of making mistakes by learning from everyone else's. Take the Jacksons, for example. They stole their officially unofficial belts. Me? I've still got the receipts for all of 'em. The obvious difference, of course, being that I earned each and every -
Cannon: I wouldn't dare to attempt to navigate your uh... how can I put this... "mindset"... but I believe that by your logic, The Velveteen Dream is now the owner of those.
Larry looks deeply offended by the suggestion, but then laughs it off.
Sweeney: Ahahaah! Yeah! Good one Cannon! Real funny. Comedian, eh? I might've known by your selection of suits. But no... no, no, no, sir, that fancy-schmancy piece of work did not beat me last week. Just like Vinny Marseglia in the King of the Ring finals, he went outside of the rules to steal a victory that ought to have been overturned by now! I mean, what are we, in the 1960's here? Huh? We've got instant replay, fella. We've got millions of viewers all around the world who saw that goofy punk take a handfull of tights and put his feet on the ropes.So what I'm wondering is why this company employs incompetent officials, why there's this policy on refusing to correct obvious mistakes, and why am I constantly being subjected to this.. this... promotional malpractice!?!? Huh??
Cannon: So you're saying the titles weren't on the line last week? I thought you didn't believe in non-title contests?
Sweeney: You're not listening! I didn't lose last week, but to answer your question, no. Only the elite, the truly deserving get a shot at my gold. I defend against my peers or I defend against no one, and since I have no peers, I defend against no one.
Cannon: Quite the policy. Look, Larry, I don't know what to tell you. Even if I wanted to, reversing a decision like that isn't my -
Larry, looking around the office and finding no clues to help him, cuts Palmer off, asking...
Sweeney: Yeah... what exactly is it you do anyway? Am I even talking to the right person? Ha! That's it, isn't it? This is the racket. You stooges are tryna to game Ol' Larry, huh? Send me wandering through the bureaucratic rat race maze, hoping I'll get lost somewhere along the way while I bounce between the offices and stations of powerfless, dimwit schlubs? Nope! Not gonna happen. So I'll just tell you how it's gonna be and you can pass the info up the grapevine to the appropriate authorities.
My brand isn't going to suffer any more hack jobs by this sham of an organization! No sir! Sweet n' Sour Inc. can't afford to be victimized by this... this series of systemic failures at the hands of your over-paid and under-trained referees who wouldn't know a three count from threesome. As such, I've decided to employ, on my own dime, something of an insurance policy. I'm bringing in someone to watch my back, someone who will make sure there's no more funny business keeping me from winning these matches the way I should be. Maybe I'll get him to do the books, too. Yeah. An intern, ya know! Ha! He'll probably be a tax write-off. A little bitta charity work from Uncle Larry - just imagine the wisdom this person will gain from being under my wing. Hell Cannon, I might just create the next big thing and by the time you realize it, you'll be begging me to let you sign him! Oh yeah, I can see it now. This is gonna be huge. A win-win, too, cause for the first time since I've been here, I'll know that I've got somebody else around town who has the first and only ever Triple Champ - Larry Sweeney's best interest in mind.
Keep your eyes peeled, nerd. Big changes are coming around here! Ha!
Sweeney collects his title belts and storms out of the office, leaving an annoyed Palmer Cannon to finish whatever it is he's working on. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a six man tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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
Suzuki stands in the corner emotionless as he waits for the bell to ring
Tony Chimel: And his partner...
ADAM COLE BAY BAY
'Close Your Eyes And Count to F*ck' explodes through the speakers announcing the imminent arrival of Adam Cole, and the crowd reacts accordingly. After allowing a couple of seconds to build anticipation Cole strides out from the back, smiling as he absorbs the reaction.
Cole starts to make his way down the ramp, locking eyes with the camera as he does and begins addressing it directly
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 210lbs, Adam Cole!
Cole enters the ring, skips to the middle. He stands head bowed, point one finder towards him and in one single motion;
ADAM COLE BAY BAY!
Tony Chimel: And their partner...
Tony Chimel: And now introducing, from Milwaukee Wisconsin, weighing in at 202 pounds, Austin Aries!
The already pumped up crowd leaps up to their feet hearing the music of one of the hottest talents in UWF today, Austin Aries. As the crowd cheers him on, Aries appears up on the stage from behind the backstage curtain. Aries looks more than ready this evening, walking out with a look of pure confidence. He casually walks down to the ring, ensuring he slaps some high fives from the local fans before leaping up on to the apron and entering the ring. Aries spends a moment climbing up on each corner and posing for the fans who may want to snap a photo of him.
Tony Chimel: And introducing their opponents. First...
The guitar riff is a sonic haze, chugging out through the PA and filling the arena from the floor up. No fireworks accompany the tune, the lights don't dim or flash or flicker. All the snap, crackle and pop necessary is provided by the man himself...
Chimel: Weighing in at 183 pounds... from Chicago, Illinois... The UWF Transatlantic Champion, Larry Sweeney!
The Mastermind behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. He's dressed to the nines. Decked out. Snazzy as all hell and ready to go. He's sporting his trademark grin, laughing and shouting some cocksure spiel that's lost under the rock classic.
Wrapped around his waist is the crown jewel of professional wrestling - the UWF Transatlantic Championship - the most prestigious title belt in the whole, entire world, and certainly the company. It's his pride and joy.
Sweeney reaches the ring, walks the stairs and climbs through the ropes to enter the squared circle. Brushing past the Referee, Larry crosses the ring and climbs the far turnbuckle. He undoes his belt to hold his championship high - reminding the world about exactly who he is. Once he's satisfied that he's been appropriately recognized, Sweeney climbs down, hands his title off to the ringside hand and gets ready to compete.
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 partner, already in the ring. From San Francisco, California and weighing 251 pounds, Jimmy Uso!
A huge pop from the crowd as Jimmy waves and smiles to them. The introductions settled, the official conducts his pre-match checks and then calls for the starting bell.
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and Minoru Suzuki is getting things going against Zack Ryder. The pair circle one another before Ryder moves in for a tie-up, but as he does Suzuki strikes him on the chest with an open-palmed blow! Ryder stumbles around and sells the strike like an idiot, but when he turns back toward Suzuki, the Man with the Worst Personality in the World grabs him by the hair and starts relentlessly headbutting him! Ryder's knees start wobbling after five, six, seven brutal headbutts from Suzuki, but the crossover star's grip on his skull keeps the Aussie sympathizer on his feet.
Tom Phillips: You know, I always thought Minoru Suzuki had a thick skull, but now I see the proof!
Corey Graves: I bet you'd never say that to his face.
After ten headbutts, Suzuki pauses for a moment and licks his lips, the fans buzzing with anticipation for what will come next. Suzuki pulls Ryder in and drops him with a snapmare! As Ryder hits the canvas ass-first, Suzuki hits the ropes and then surges forward and kicks him in the face the way Beckham would kick a soccer ball, planting Ryder hard on the mat. Zack rolls away — and toward the wrong corner. Suzuki follows, using the ropes for leverage after tagging in Adam Cole and stomping away at Ryder until Cole enters the ring. When the Panama City Playboy is in, Suzuki steps out, and Cole doubles over to pull Ryder to his feet before sending him off the ropes opposite. As Ryder rebounds, Cole doubles over but gets hit with a running knee to the side of the head! Cole flops to the canvas like a bag of potatoes and Ryder pounces, mounting him and connecting with a few closed-fist strikes to the face. Finally the Aussie sympathizer gets to his feet and heads to his corner, tagging in Larry Sweeney!
Corey Graves: Here comes the company's only triple champion...
Tom Phillips: Graves, you do know that none of those titles are official, right?
Corey Graves: You and your details.
Sweeney struts on over to Cole, who by now has found his feet, and when the Transatlantic Champion gets close Cole lashes out with a kick aimed at his gut. Unfortunately for the Panama City Playboy, Sweet n' Sour has it scouted and catches the boot, then spins Cole right around before unloading with a flurry of calculated left and right jabs!
Mauro Ranallo: Larry Sweeney throwing it back with a good old-fashioned shake, rattle and roll!
As Cole starts to get really groggy, Sweeney finishes him off with a bionic elbow that sends him sprawling to the mat. Larry then cocks a fist and dashes over, dropping it unceremoniously on Cole's face before hooking the leg.
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Sweeney could have finished it there, but instead he breaks his own cover, laughing as the fans boo at the blatant show of disrespect. The Transatlantic Champion then gets to his feet, pulling Cole to his own, and sends him into the corner. Sweeney follows and hits a few knee thrusts to Cole's gut before tagging in Jimmy Uso! As Sweeney does so, he snapmares Cole out of the corner and then Jimmy leapfrogs the rope to hit a leg drop! Uso immediately hooks the leg.
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Tom Phillips: Adam Cole showing some ring awareness by putting a foot on the ropes to force a rope break.
Jimmy gets to his feet and pulls Cole up to his vertical base, as well, immediately hooking him into a suplex clutch and lifting him up and over with a vertical suplex. Cole hits the canvas hard and sits up bracing his back, but as he does this Uso hits the ropes in front of him and slides in with a nasty clothesline that lays Cole flat out! Uso quickly kips back up and grabs both of Cole's ankles, lifting his legs off the canvas before hitting a midsection legdrop! The fans pop as Uso rolls backward to his feet once again, runs and leaps over Cole and up onto the middle rope, and then springboards into a moonsault! Uso hooks the leg!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Uso with the springboard moonsault and he's going for the cover!
Tom Phillips: These fans are just eating this right up.
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Just before the three-count, Minoru Suzuki breaks up the pin! Uso gets to his feet and stares at Minoru, who laughs a derisive laugh. Uso shoves him and Suzuki loses a step, then comes right back with a slap to the face! Immediately the official gets in Suzuki's face and orders him back to his corner, and Suzuki listens and heads there. Uso grabs Cole at that point, pulling him to his feet, then sends him into his own team's corner before motioning for Suzuki to come and get some!
Corey Graves: Jimmy Uso giving Adam Cole an easy exit from this match and that could come back to bite him in the ass.
It's clear Larry Sweeney agrees with Graves as he shouts, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT?!?" from across the ring. Jimmy turns and looks at him, and then shrugs as Suzuki tags himself into the match by clapping Cole on the shoulder. Minoru enters the ring and Uso turns to face him. There's a momentary staredown before Suzuki charges, looking for a lariat! Uso ducks it, however, and slips in behind to lift Suzuki off the apron and drop him down with a full nelson bomb! Suzuki grunts as he lands with a hard impact, Jimmy grabbing him by both shoulders and forcing him down to the canvas before hooking the leg.
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Suzuki kicks out and both man move quickly to get their feet, then take off full tilt at one another and connect with a tandem clothesline! They each hit the ring hard, and both are winded as they writhe on the canvas, the fans popping. Sweeney leans into the ring as much as he can and calls for the hot tag from Jimmy while Austin Aries, eager to get into this match as the only man who hasn't as yet, calls for the tag himself from Adam Cole. Both men start to crawl toward their corners, and both men make the hot tag simultaneously — except Jimmy doesn't tag in Sweeney, he tags in Ryder instead!
Mauro Ranallo: Hot tag!
Corey Graves: Larry Sweeney doesn't seem to think it's so hot.
Sweeney seems exasperated as Ryder enters the ring and charges Aries, but catches an elbow to the face instead. Aries then lands an ugly chop on Ryder's chest that sends him stumbling for the ropes, and the Greatest Man That Ever Lived quickly closes, trapping Ryder against the ropes as he unloads with a flurry of seven subsequent chops. Ryder looks totally out of it as Aries hip tosses him to the canvas, then heads for the ropes opposite, rebounds and hits a running elbow drop. Aries hooks the leg.
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Aries breaks his own cover as he sees Sweeney moving in for the save. Larry quickly backs off and steps back outside of the ring, leaving Aries glaring at the downed Ryder, shaking his head. Aries then gets to his feet and pulls Ryder to his own before lifting him up and hitting a straight up brainbuster! The fans pop as The Greatest Man That Ever Lived gets to his feet and points to the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: It looks like Austin Aries is going to the high rent district!
Corey Graves: I don't get it. Why take the risk? Style points?
Aries climbs to the top quickly and looks down at the prone Ryder, then leaps off and hits the 450 splash! He hooks the leg as both Jimmy and Larry enter the ring to make the save, but Suzuki and Cole do as well and the four men start to brawl as the official counts the pinfall.
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DING DING DING!
Here are your winners, the team of Austin Aries, Minoru Suzuki and Adam Cole!
Tom Phillips: Austin Aries did it! He went high, took the risk and it paid off with a big reward here: a victory!
Corey Graves: Larry Sweeney was robbed. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Jimmy Uso was robbed. The wrong team won tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: While that is still up for some discussion, what is not up for debate is the fact Austin Aries just scored a huge victory for his team here tonight.
Sweeney waves dismissively at the result of the match after downing Cole, and then heads immediately for the back. Jimmy is knocked out of the ring by Suzuki, but manages to drag the fallen Ryder out while Aries celebrates with his teammates, who seem happy to have claimed victory here tonight. The feed moves along.
The scene opens to see a black screen where suddenly a man waving his head around is seen, the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll’s face flash up on the screen. A scratching noise is heard as these images continue in black and white.
Suddenly the Villain disappears and colour returns to the screen. The Villain walks onto the shot where he faces the camera man. He circles his head around and takes a deep breath before beginning to speak. His glasses reflect off a shot of what is in front of him.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Tonight… tonight I face a lost man. A man who doesn’t seem to realise where he is or who he is dealing with. A man who is so brainless he runs the place that he’s lost in. A man who is nothing more than a numpty. This man who thinks he’s above everything seems to think that he’s above an opportunity. An opportunity to go to war with the world’s most gifted technician that graces the earth. Myself. I’ve always told the truth about my next move, that’s most likely why I don’t possess any gold to this date.”
Marty reaches down and grabs a bottle of Villain Energy and swigs it down as his arm jolts in reaction to drinking it.
“But that changes. That changes tonight when I beat the Velveteen Dream one on one in the middle of the ring. It seems as if he’s not noticed where the Villain is coming from other than recent times. He seems to have only realised that you, watching this, don’t care about mine or his well being. You don’t care about what I do after my match, you just want to be entertained for 10… 20 minutes maybe? I get that, you buy the tickets that pay for me to do this. So why should I care about you?”
“Why should I care about any of you if all you’re going to do is boo me or shout a slur straight at me. I’ve even been spited at in the past by one of you revolting people. That’s why I do whatever I want. That’s why I don’t offer entertainment but a massacre. And tonight? I don’t plan to change my plan. It’s been the same thing since day one and it ain’t changed.”
Marty pauses to change the subject from his pain inflicting ideology.
“This massacre continues onto Summerslam next week. When you’ll see me in the Battle Royal with my hand held high after I throw each and every numpty over the top rope. And when you see Daniel Bryan’s hand held high after he demolishes that old man known as Hunter Hearst Helmsley. I mean why is he still knocking around here? The Villain beat him 3 times already jesus. On the same show you’ll see the official launch party of Villain Energy.”
“Music, ladies and one hell of a drink to go with it, Villain Energy. I mean what could be better? The world’s best drink at the world’s best party. Me and Nigel will be up there, silencing all competition on the Karaoke. Celebrating a good evening.”
“Long. Live. The Villain.”
Marty Scurll walks away off the screen as UWF heads elsewhere.
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.
“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.
Velveteen is perched in the corner laying over both ropes connecting to the turnbuckle, Dream is eagerly awaiting for Scurll to remove his his mask and coat with intent, Dream has a raised eyebrow as Scurll removes his entrance gear, Marty looking straight at Dream with a scorching look...
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.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Velveteen smoothly gets off the ropes as he lands on his feet he begins strutting around circling Scurll who is trying to get an advantageous look in to start the match, Nigel McGuinness bangs on the apron as Velveteen and Scurll lock up, Dream is able to get a hold around Scurll's neck with his height advantage, Velveteen goes for a running bulldog but Scurll is able to get his neck out of the hold as he falls back into the rope as Dream continues to run to the other side of the ring, Both men bounce back towards each other at full momentum, Scurll ducks the clothesline attempt from Dream, Scurll stops in his tracks, As Dream turns around Marty acts like he is going for a super kick but Dream uses both arms to cover his head, Scurll super kicks the knees out from under Dream, Scurll offers Dream a hand who is on his knees, Dream goes to take Scurll's hand as he pulls it back at last second and streaks it through his hair, Scurll sends up a knee to the jaw of Dream, the knee connects and is heard throughout the arena as Dream looks out of it...
Tom Phillip: "What a knee from Scurll, Dream looks like he is on dream street."
Corey Graves: "That's why you never trust a villain, Tom."
Scurll bends down to pull Velveteen's hair, Dream is pulling himself up using Scurll's tights, the referee is out of position as Dream hits Scurll with a low blow, Scurll falls down to his knees, like a sack of potatoes, Velveteen holds his chin as he looks towards Scurll holding his groin. Dream slaps Scurll in the face as Scurll looks at Dream shocked, Scurll backhands Dream with a vicious chop to the chest of Dream, Velveteen smacks Scurll with a harder slap, Scurll retaliates with an even louder chop to the chest of Velveteen, Dream looks like the chop hits him like a shotgun blast, Dream falls back in pain. Scurll gets to his feet slowly, Dream rolls around in agony from the chop. Scurll looks at a Dream with pity. Dream gets to his feet holding his chest in agony, Scurll runs at Dream as he launches himself towards the Dream hitting him with a shotgun drop kick sending the Dream into the turnbuckles, Dreams head and back snap over the turnbuckle with force, Scurll quickly gets to his feet and runs at Dream in the corner, The Dream ducks out of the way of a body splash from Scurll. Dream sends back a super kick to the back of Scurll's neck the impact is heard throughout the arena....
Tom Phillips: "What a superkick to the back of the neck of Scurll from Dream, Scurll looks out of it,"
Dream goes over to Scurll draped over the top rope, Dream puts his head between Scurll's legs, Dream stands up and has Scurll in an electric chair, Dream moves towards the middle of the ring, Dream grabs onto Scurll's head, Dream drops to his knees, Scurll is sent forwards landing on the back of his neck, Dream keeps Scurll's legs hooked under his armpits...
One!
Two!
Scurll rolls as he uses his legs to pull Dream over onto his back, Scurll pulls up both legs of Dream...
One!
Dream Kicks Out!....
Scurll gets to his feet as Dream quickly gets to his feet following him, Scurll pretends to go for a super kick, Dream stands there wiggles his finger as he shakes his head saying "No", Dream quickly grabs around the legs of Scurll lifting him to his shoulders, Dream goes for a Death Valley Driver but Scurll grabs onto Dreams hand, Scurll takes hold of Dreams finger as he uses his knees to flip himself off Dreams Shoulders, the snap of the finger is heard throughout the arena, Scurll smiles as Dream looks in utter shock from what the villain had just done, Scurll twirls his mustache to taunt the UWF Audience...
Mauro Ranallo: "The sound of bone breaking is something you'll quite never get used to unless you are the villainous Marty Scurll this man and Nigel Guinness make me sick, Scurll is just a sick and sadistic man..."
Scurll turns around to Dream who is holding his hand close to his chest while he is on his knees, Scurll puts his hands on Dream's head as he looks to the crowd with a huge smirk, all of a sudden Scurll is lifted to the shoulders of Dream, Scurll has no time to react as Dream hits the Death Valley Driver on Scurll, Dream holds his hand to his chest as he makes his way to the corner, Dream climbs to the top rope, where he taunts the crowd before he leaps for his signature 'Purple Rainmaker' Scurll moves out of the way Dream crashes and as soon as he lands Scurll locks in the cross face chicken wing on Dream, Dream is struggling to release the hold, Scurll pulls back as he cinches his legs around the waist of Scurll, Dream looks like he is fading, McGuinness on the outside of the ring is banging on the ring apron in support of Scurll, Scurll cinches back on the hold as Dream screams in pain, Dream tries to go for a rope break as he uses his legs to slide both the men towards the rope, Dream is about to get hold of the rope as the rope is pulled back out of reach by no other than Nigel McGuinness...
Tom Phillips: "McGuinness is as bad as the scourge that is Marty Scurll...."
The Referee starts telling McGuinness to let go off the rope as he does, Dream puts his thumb in the eye of Scurll, McGuinness lets go of the rope as he sees Dream grabbing onto the rope forcing Scurll to let go of the hold, Dream gets to his feet using the ropes as a guide, Scurll slowly gets to his feet holding his eye which was poked, Scurll looks like the eye is having issues but the match must go on, Scurll moves towards Dream, The Dream sends a punch to the side of the face of the eye he poked, Scurll is unable to react to the punch in time. Scurll is sent to the ground from the punch, Scurll slowly gets to his feet as Dream runs to the ropes as he bounces back with full momentum Dream hits a running clothesline, Dream goes for the pin...
One!
Two!
Scurll Kicks Out!...
Corey Graves: "Scurll won't be put down with such a simple move, Who does this Dream think he is, Scurll is about to make his reality a nightmare. They may be friends outside the ring but when inside that ring that is the place friendships are tested"
Dream wipes his mouth as he gets to his feet, Scurll is slowly getting to his knees, Dream goes to the ropes again, Scurll ducks Dream who went for another clothesline, Scurll turns around towards The Dream who stopped behind Scurll, Dream is waiting for the villain as he does he turns around into a Swinging Spike DDT, Dream goes for a pin...
One!
Two!
Thr..
Scurll Kicks Out at 2.9!
Dream looks annoyed at Scurll kicking out, Dream grabs onto Scurll's hair as he lifts him to his feet, Dream swings Scurll into the corner at full force, Scurll flips over the turnbuckle landing on his feet on the apron, Dream looks at Scurll in intrigue, Scurll pulls down on the rope leaping onto the second rope, Scurll balances on the top rope before he jumps towards Dream, Scurll pulls out a moonsault, Scurll crashes into Dream with an impact, Scurll lands on his feet as Dream is sent to the ground, Dream gets to his knees as Scurll climbs up the turnbuckles closest to him, he stands on the second ropes as Dream slowly gets to his feet, Scurll jumps sending out a knee towards Dream, who moves out of the way of the knee, Dream grabs onto the back Scurll's head, Dream has Scurll in an inverted DDT hold, Dream looks pleased with this situation, Dream brings down Scurll with a vicious looking inverted DDT, Scurll is pulled out of the ring by McGuinness....
Mauro Ranallo: "Dream with a vicious inverted DDT, Dream looks happy with the results..."
Dream looks at a loss as McGuinness smiles, Dream gets out of the ring to confront McGuinness, Scurll comes from nowhere pushing him into the ring post, Dream's head is bounced off the steel post, Scurll throws Dream into the ring quickly, Scurll follows quickly after, Marty goes for the cover...
One!
Two!
Dream Kicks Out at 2!
Scurll quickly gets off Dream as he moves towards the corner where he moves his arm up and down signaling Dream to stand, Dream is slowly getting to his knees, Scurll is in the corner stalking Dream, he becomes impatient and quickly jumps and hits a flying european uppercut to Dream who is on his knees, Scurll goes for a pin again...
One!
Two!
Thr..
Dream Kicks Out at 2.9!
Scurll is on his knees he looks to Dream who is barely moving after the uppercut, Scurll gets to his feet as he lifts Dream up, Scurll gets Dream in position for an kneeling reverse pile driver, Dream places his hands on his floor, Dream hits Scurll with a frakensteiner reversing Scurll's attempt, Scurll is sent across the ring, Dream is in a superhero landing pose as he looks across the ring....
Corey Graves: "What a reversal by Dream of what looked like a pile driver attempt by Scurll, Dream having the awareness to let his arms down to get some movement to hit that frakensteiner reversal..."
Dream runs at Scurll as he gets to his knee, Dream swings a knee at the jaw of Scurll, Scurll moves his head back dodging Scurll's knee, Dream swings a hard elbow towards Scurll, Scurll ducks the elbow attempt, Scurll sends up a palm hitting Scurll in the neck, Marty attempts to hit Dream with a leg sweep, Dream jumps the sweep like a jump rope, Dream smiles at Scurll, Marty hits an arm drag on Dream, Dream and Scurll look back at each other, Dream and Scurll look towards eachother as they both rush to the middle of the ring where they rapidly trade loose punches, Dream lifts up Scurll and drops him on his knee, Scurll falls back into the ropes, Scurll steps back towards Dream hitting Dream with a chop that is heard throughout the arena, Dream steps back into the ropes as he holds his chest in pain,
Dream quickly goes for a roll up...
One!
Two!
Scurll reverses the roll up attempt...
One!
Two!
Dream reverses the pinfall back into his favor...
One!
Two!
Scurll reverses the roll up attempt AGAIN!...
One!
Two!
Tom Phillips: ""
Dream rolls through Scurll standing to his feet, Scurll on the shoulders of Dream, Dream looks like he has a grand idea to finish off Scurll, Dream carefully stands on the second ropes in the corner still keeping Scurll on his shoulder showing immense strength, Dream stops for a second before hitting Scurll with an avalanche death valley driver, as soon as the move impacts the ground, Dream cartwheels off Scurll's body, Dream quickly makes his way towards the corner, he climbs the ropes, Dream looks both ways before he taunts the crowd before leaping towards Scurll, Dream hits the 'Purple Rainmaker', Dream quickly scrambles to hook both legs of Scurll
One!
Two!
Three!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Tony Chimel: "The winner of this match, The Velveteen Dream!”
Dream has his arm raised by the UWF official, Dream looks excited
Dream struts around the ring as he looks over confident with the well deserved win over Scurll, Dream looks at Scurll as they both nod towards each other, Dream continues his celebration as Scurll and McGuinness clear the ring to leave Dream celebrate, Dream lays down in the middle of the ring with one hand under his chin looking down the hardcam...
The scene opens up to Michael Cole backstage. He has a serious look to his face as he begins to look into the camera and speak.
Michael Cole: "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining me today. I am pleased and thrilled to present to everyone, an exclusive interview with the Kingslayer: Seth Rollins. In one short week he will be engaging in a full on battle at Summer Slam. He will be taking on none other than the Zombie Princess himself, and the Money in the Bank Winner: Jimmy Jacobs. Seth Rollins, how are you doing tonight and what are your thoughts on your upcoming match?"
The camera turns to face Seth Rollins.
Seth Rollins: "I'm feeling pretty great actually. I'm more than ready for the challenge that awaits me at Summer Slam. The writing has been on the wall not only the last few months, but the last few years. I look forward to finally getting the chance to fight Jimmy in the ring. It's been a fight that I've been craving for a while. He has proved over the course of this year, that he isn't a man to be taken lightly. He is a remorseless man who is quite frankly the opposite of his own moniker. But at Summer Slam, I'm going to lay all of that talk to rest when I put him down for the count at Summer Slam. There won't be any time for games and no chances for any ambushes. This time, it's finally going to be us duking it out one-on-one."
Michael Cole: "This isn't going to be your ordinary match. It is a Three Stages of Hell match. The first match is going to be a singles match. The second fall is going to be listed as a street fight. And the third fall is a match that the UWF has yet to ever seen in entire history: a Hangman Horror's match. Do any of those match types illicit any types of feelings from you Seth?"
Seth Rollins: "Absolutely not Michael. There hasn't been a day in my life where I've feared Jimmy Jacobs or any man on this earth. I know damn well that I can beat Jimmy Jacob's in a single's contest. There is no if and's or but's about it. Soon as that bell rings, I'm going to rip that man to shreds and prove to everyone in the world why Seth Rollins is the best damn entertainer on the whole roster. This match probably is only going to the second fall. Because there is no damn way in hell that Jimmy Jacobs can beat me in a street fight!"
"There are no rules in a street fight. I can take a cheese grater and rake the skin off of his face until it all peels away like a fruit. I can curb stomp his face into any surface I desire: like the steel steps. Anything that is a weapon, can be utilized and taken advantage of. As soon as that second bell rings, I'm coming for blood. I'm coming for revenge. I'm going to clip the wings of the Zombie Princess and make sure that it can no longer fly."
"If it just so happens to even make it to the third fall, that's where I will do the most damage. I'll make sure I implant in his skull who the better man is. Sure he may be the Money in the Bank winner, but none of that is going to matter when we fight in the Devil's playpen. This bad blood is personal. If it makes it to the third fall, I can assure you that I will asphyxiate Jimmy Jacobs and hang him up like a wet pair of clothes."
"This is a man who has been in my side like a thorn for vast majority of the year. Him and Vampiro teamed up to try and take me down. They failed. The only thing they succeeded at was keeping me out of the Main Event at WrestleMania, a place that my face should have been all over. I vanquished Vampiro in a Hell in a Cell for trying my patience, and now it's Jimmy Jacob's turn to feel my wrath."
"This time he doesn't have anyone to hide behind and let them fight his battles. He has to face the problem that he should have let go a long time ago. But it's time for Jimmy to finally see the judge, and at Summer Slam that is exactly what is going to happen. He is going to trial for all his sins and offenses against me. But I am the judge, jury and executioner and I am going to deal with him appropriately when the time comes."
Michael Cole: "This is the type of match that is career shortening as well as career defining. You both are two of the UWF's most prized and polarizing figures and competitors. As a matter of fact, Jimmy is the MITB winner because he outlasted you and numerous other stars in a ladder match. Is there any doubt in your mind that you may be lacking with it takes to come out of Summer Slam as a winner?"
Seth Rollins: "Hell Nah."
Michael Cole: "I can hear the confidence in your voice. But your track record says other wise. You lost in the final four of the KOTR Tournament last month when you lost to the eventual winner Vinny. You lost in the Money in the Bank ladder match. You lost the Intercontinental Championship at WrestleMania. And you lost the qualifying match to headline WrestleMania before that. What makes you so confident that this time will be any different than those?"
Seth Rollins: "You really know how to piss me off Michael Cole. There is truth to your words, I have dropped the ball when I had the opportunity to control my won fate. But this is different.This is personal. This is bad blood. This is when I get my revenge served on a hot plate. This is isn't about glory or accolades. This is just going to be a good ol' fashioned fight with broken bones and alot of blood shed. This is survival. This is an all out fight. This is going to be a brawl that I will win. At Summer Slam, I am going to slay the beast that is Jimmy Jacobs and I'm going to beat him at his own sick and sadistic background."
The feed takes us to a backstage area where Triple H is psyching himself up for his main match.
TRIPLE H
Jimmy Jacobs and Daniel Bryan. They're not so different, when you cut right down to the heart of who they are as people. They're so convinced of their own abilities that they can't even see the forest for the trees. Well, Jimmy, let me tell you all about the forest: it's dark, it's dangerous, and it's deadly. And when you wander into that forest tonight, moments from now, you won't stand a chance of survival. Because in that forest, an alpha predator prowls. That alpha predator? That's me. And I'm very hungry. So take this as your final warning. Stay back here. Don't come out there. I won't be held responsible for what happens to you if you do.
The feed abruptly cuts off.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's Main Event!
"Walking, there were thousands of us, nothing like I've seen before;
With the ice beneath us, our feet where frozen and our clothes where torn"
" ~ But it will be a cold day in hell before I fall ~ "
The crowd seems bitter and begin to boo as the hit track of The Raven Age hits the PA system. The superstar in question to walk out through the curtain is the newly crowned "Mr. Money In The Bank", Jimmy Jacobs, with his prize held by his side.
He stops atop the stage, and the confidence is clear on his face. A look of defiance and smugness can be seen as well as if this moment was pre-determined. The kicking theme of his gets his foot tapping before he heads down. With such confidence, he sways himself down the entrance ramp and to the hard cam side of the ring. He hops atop the apron, putting the briefcase's handled in between his teeth, looking out to the sea of hateful people.
Tony Chimel: "From Dearborn, Michigan, weighing in at 179 Pounds, he is the owner of the Money In The Bank briefcase, "The Zombie Princess", Jimmy Jacobs!"
He grabs the briefcase and climbs up atop the turnbuckle post, lifting his prize high above his head to a tremendous wave of heat. He hops down from the post, kisses his briefcase, hands it to a ring assistant, and removes his jacket. The assistant places the briefcase next to the ring keepers area, and Jacobs shakes his wrists in anticipation.
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the arena soundsytem, the fans respond with a heavily mixed reaction to the man they know is coming. In short order, Triple H emerges from the back in his ring gear, looking absolutely ferocious as he takes a big swig from a bottle of water in his hand and then spits it out in a mist before him, which he walks through on his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing 255 pounds, Triple H!
As Hunter hits the foot of the ramp, he walks directly toward the apron and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up. HHH walks along the apron and scrapes his boots on it before stepping into the ring, heading straight for a corner to work the crowd, many of whom are actually still booing him.
After several seconds of this, Hunter climbs down off the turnbuckles and begins performing some pre-match stretches in his corner while he waits for the match to get underway.
Ding Ding Ding!
Triple H and Jimmy begin to trade punches. Jimmy begins to win the fist fight, until Triple block a punch and drills his thumb into the eye of Jimmy. Triple H begins to punch Jimmy in his face until he stumbles backwards. Triple H irish whips the Zombie Princess. When Jimmy bounces off the ropes, Triple H introduces his knee to his face. Jimmy goes crashing down to the mat hard. Triple H grabs him by his hair and clothesline Jimmy to the outside. The fans stand on their feet and scream as Triple H begins to taunt the crowd and Jimmy. Jimmy gets to his feet and stares back at Triple H. Jimmy re enters the ring and just stares a big hole through HHH.
Corey Graves: solid start to the action so far.
The two start trading blows again but this time Jimmy gets the better of Hunter. Jimmy kicks Hunter in the abdomen then hits him with a night fist chop that echos throughout the arena. Jimmy delivers another punch and then irish whips Triple H off the ropes. When Triple H bounces off of the ropes, Jimmy kicks him in the gut again. Jimmy then bounces off the ropes himself and uses his momentum to hit Hunter with a swinging neckbreaker. Jimmy gets up and smiles as he begins to stomp on Triple H's limbs. Triple H rallies to get back to his feet and punches Jimmy in the stomach before irish whipping him into the corner. Triple H charges after Jimmy but Jimmy moves out of the way and lets Triple H go flying sternum first into the corner. Triple H staggers backwards and Jimmy takes this opportunity to hit him with a russian leg sweep. Jimmy gets up and begins to drop repeated knees to the skull of Triple H until he is able to roll away from Jimmy and get back to his feet.
Triple H gets to his feet but has his back turned to Jimmy. Jimmy takes this opportunity to chop block Hunter from behind. Triple H drops to both knees and begins to hold his left knee. Jimmy begins to stomp at the left leg of Hunter, the same one he chopped from behind. Jimmy grabs Hunter knee and slams into the canvas and Hunter yells out in pain.
Tom Phillips: Jimmy beginning to single out the left leg of Hunter now.
Jimmy continues to stomp on the leg of Hunter, but he is able to get to vertical base again. Triple H quickly strikes and clotheslines Jimmy to the ground. Hunter takes a moment to check the condition of his leg. He readjust his knee pad and gets back to his feet. He grabs Jimmy by the hair and irish whips him to the corner. Triple H charges and hits Jimmy with a big time splash in the corner. Hunter then begins to hit Jimmy with multiple shoulder thrusts the each drive the wind out of Jimmy. Hunter hits him with a few quick punches and then lifts Jimmy up on the top turn buckle. Hunter then climbs to the second rope, and then the third rope. Hunter attempts a superplex, but Jimmy keeps holding onto the top rope blocking the superplex. Hunter hits Jimmy with a few more blows before going for it again, but Jimmy continues to hang on for dear life. Jimmy somehow slithers out from Hunters grasp and lands on the apron. Jimmy spreads Hunter's legs out from behind him and Hunter drops on the top turnbuckle crotch first. Hunter is holding his crotch and groan area as he is still somehow sitting on the top turnbuckle in immense pain. Jimmy then climbs back into the ring and turns his back to Triple H while hoisting him up over his head by the back of his armpits. Jimmy has Triple H up and pulls him out of the turnbuckle and slams him down with the razor edge like powerbomb. Hunter's body bounces off of the mat with a sickening thud. Jimmy covers The Game.
1...............
2..................
.........kickout!!
Corey Graves: A kickout at 2! Jacobs almost had the Game beat!
Tom Phillips: It's gonna take alot more than that to beat the former COO of this business.
Jimmy Jacobs goes back to exploiting the knee of Hunter. He rolls Triple H on his stomach and begins to jam the left knee into the mat over and over. Hunter eventually takes his right leg and hits Jimmy in the face with a very stiff kick. Jimmy falls to the ground and begins to hold his face and Triple H wobbles up to a vertical base. Jimmy rolls over and gets to a knee, and Triple H pounces. Hunter grabs Jimmy by the head and drills him with a DDT. Cover.
1............
2..........
......kickout!
Corey Graves: Another close call with another kickout at 2.5!
Triple H then mounts Jimmy and begins to hit with repeated blows to the head. Triple H then pulls Jimmy to his feet and irish whips him. When Jimmy bounces off the ropes, Triple H grabs him and delivers the Double A Spinebuster! Jimmy crumples to the mat and begins to hold his back as Triple H limps to his feet and does his signature pose. The crowd begins to go wild as the end is near. Triple H stalks Jimmy as he slowly gets to his feet. When Jimmy does get to his feet, Triple H spins him around and kicks him in the gut. HHH puts Jimmy's head between his legs and hooks his arms. He goes from the Pedigree but Jimmy monkey flips Hunter over him. Hunter drops on his spine and then receives a dropkick to the back of the head. Jimmy then lifts HHH up and hits him with a suplex.Jimmy lifts Hunter up once more and delivers a neck breaker. Jimmy then hits slams Hunters knee in the match a few more times before slapping on the figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring.. Hunter begins to scream out in pain as Jimmy has the hold locked in.
Hunter prys and tries to drag both of their bodies to the rope, but Jimmy pulls them back to the center of the ring anytime that Hunter is able to make any progress. Jimmy yell's at Triple H to tap out, but Hunter flips him off. Triple H starts trying to turn over, but Jimmy fights with all of his might not to let Triple H turn them both over so the pressure to the hold is reversed. After a few long moments of struggling, Hunter is able to turn over and the move is reversed! The pressure is on Jimmy Jacobs now! He screams out in agony before releasing the hold. The damage has been done to both of their legs though.
Mauro Ranallo: The figure four lock seems to have bitten Jimmy in the ass now.
Corey Graves: Triple H was able to reverse it and now it seems as if they both have some lower leg pain.
Tom Phillips: A calculated offense from Jimmy has seemingly backfired on him!
Corey Graves: Which man is going to be able to get the upper hand now?
Mauro Ranallo: I've got my money on the MITB holder!
Corey Graves: Well if I had to bet, It would be on a King and not a princess.
Tom Phillips: You aren't a betting man! You lost your whole savings in Vegas!
As soon as Jimmy gets to his feet, Triple H hits him with a face buster. Triple H charges at him with a clothesline, but Jimmy ducks. When Triple H turns back around, Jimmy kicks him in the gut, and goes for the Contra Code! But The Game catches him in mid air and slams Jimmy to the ground with a modified over the head back suplex! Both men take quite some time to get to their feet. But it's a race that Jimmy wins. Jimmy bounces off of the ropes for extra momentum and comes flying in at HHH boot first, but The Game ducks! But the boot still connects to the jaw of the ref! The ref is out cold!
Jimmy gets pissed off once he realizes what he has done. Triple H turns around, and Jimmy just delivers a vicious low blow by kicking Triple H in the ball. Hunter doubles over in pain and falls to his knees. Jimmy smiles and then exits the ring. He goes to the announcing table, and rummages around where the announcers feet are. He then pulls out a screw driver!!
Tom Phillips: The damn referee is out cold! Anything goes now!!
Corey Graves: You would think that with all of the money UWF is making now, they would invest in some sturdier refs.
Mauro Ranallo: How are you going to say that when you helped Jimmy hide a screw driver over here?!
Corey Graves: I didn't know that was there!!
Mauro Ranallo: He literally grabbed it right in front of where you were sitting!! What the hell do you mean?!
Jimmy then takes the screw driver and enters the ring again. He stalks Triple H as the fans all stand on their feet and begin to scream at the top of their lungs in anticipation. Jimmy continues to Stalk HHH as he slowly begins to pull himself to his feet. Jimmy can't wait to drive the screw driver into the flesh of Hunter, he is practically foaming out of the mouth. Just as soon Triple H uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, an unknown figure literally spring boards across the ring knee first, decking Jimmy Jacobs in the face!! The screw driver goes flying form his hand! The figure: is none other than the King Slayer: Seth Rollins!
Jimmy falls to both knees as Seth stands on the outside apron and looks at the damage that he has done with one spring board knee. Triple H is holding onto the ropes and begins to stare at Seth Rollins. Seth stares back at Hunter..... and then enters the ring once more. Seth continues his big time stare down of Hunter, before jumping up and delivering a vicious curbstomp to Jimmy Jacobs! Jimmy's head bounces off the mat like a basketball and his eyes shut. Seth rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp backwards never taking his glare off of Hunter. Hunter continues to stare at Seth as he makes his way all the way up the ramp. Hunter has not moved or changed his expression since Seth enter the fray.
After a few moments Hunter slithers over to Jimmy and begins to scoop his lifeless up as the ref begins to make it to his feet as well. Triple H pulls Jimmy Jacobs up and sets him up for the ride. He bends Jimmy over and hooks his arms up, and Triple H delivers a nasty pedigree. HHH goes for the cover. The ref counts....
.......................1!!
.....................2!!
.....................3!!!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
Triple H!
Tom Phillips: Looks like Hunter needs to thank Seth for this big time win.
Corey Graves: Couldn't agree more, Tom. What a disgusting finish to what was a great match.
Hunter is left staring up the ramp while Jacobs lies still at his feet. The fans are buzzing, unsure how to react to all that has transpired, as the show draws to its close.
-=END OF SHOW=-
Credits:
Bate vs Guevara - Semi
Punk vs Gulak - Bodor
Miz vs Rude - Tapout/Crann
Scurll vs Dream - Jye
Raven vs Low Ki, 6 Man - Crann
Hardy vs Jericho - Redbull
Jacobs vs HHH - Destruction
Clerk: It was great, man. Jericho got involved and then Bate hit the Tyler Driver ‘97 and that axe carrying freak’s reign was...
It’s at this moment that Vinny grabs the phone and holds it up to his own ear.
Vinny Marseglia: He’s going to have to call you back.
Vinny now drops the phone to the ground and steps on it as he now brings his axe up and rests it on his shoulder as the clerk is now backing away.
Look man, I don’t want any trouble.
Vinny swings the axe downward and it sticks into the counter.
You’ve got it anyway.
Vinny lets go of the axe and reaches over the counter, grabbing the clerk by the shirt as he pulls him forward and flips him over onto the ground as he knocks over a bunch of candy on his way down. Vinny climbs up on the counter and hits the Redrum next, leaving the poor and unsuspecting clerk in the floor as Vinny grabs his axe and starts swinging at things, taking them down on his way out the door. The camera pans to catch Vinny as he’s leaving.
Giving Vinny Marseglia a night off is dangerous, especially when it’s to think about something that no longer is and now has to be referred to in the past tense. Everywhere I’ve gone I’ve had to hear about Jericho getting involved and Tyler taking advantage of it and taking my Television Championship. But you know what? The book isn’t closing it’s just a page that’s turning, and at Summerslam I begin a new chapter of violence when I bludgeon Chris Jericho and take the UWF Championship. Until then, always check under the ring.
Vinny laughs as he swings his axe at the camera, knocking out the feed as Revolution heads into its title 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's 30th episode! I'm here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Tonight is the final episode of Revolution before Summerslam and that means, if I'm not mistaken, that this is your final night on the Revolution commentary desk, Mauro!
Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right, Corey, but tonight's not about me as we have a blockbuster main event with Mr. Money in the Bank Jimmy Jacobs taking on the man who calls himself King Nothing, Triple H.
Tom Phillips: There's no love lost there, just as there's no love lost between the Velveteen Dream and the man who snubbed him last week, the Villain Marty Scurll.
Corey Graves: We'll also get a bit of a preview of Summerslam's intercontinental championship match when Rick Rude meets The Miz in singles action.
Tom Phillips: That's a non-title match, but it'll still be a chance for Rude to get in Miz's head.
Mauro Ranallo: You could say the same about Tyler Bate's match tonight with one of his challengers for the Television Championship at Summerslam, Sammy Guevara. But with a volatile Drew McIntyre in his corner, that match is bound to blow up.
Corey Graves: And speaking of blowing up, we've got some footage of a recent incident involving the World Warriors. Let's roll the tape!
We cut to a bar where Low Ki, Grado and Boar are all sitting in a booth Low Ki looking like his normal self.
Boar:”So how you feel boss? Summer Slam coming up and you got another TV title shot?”
Low Ki:”I mean I am happy I guess, but like who knows if I can win? I am doubting me.”
Grado:”Ay listen stop this Pity Party mate. We are the fuckin bomb! So lets get are arses drunk and sing karaoke.”
Low Ki:” Karoke? Fuck no!”
20 beers later!
Low Ki:”I don't mind you comin' here, and wastin' all my time!”
Boar:”Cause when you're standin,oh so near. I kinda lose my mind! YEAH!”
Grado:”It's nae th' perfume that ye wear. It's nae th' ribbons in yer hair.”
Low Ki:”and I don't mind you comin' here,and wastin' all my time. I don't mind you hangin' out!”
Boar:”And talkin' in your sleep! It doesn't matter where you've been. As long as it was deep, YEAH!”
As the singing goes by the whole bar is looking at the shenanigans!
All 3: “I guess, you're just what I needed! AYY
WE needed someone to feed! YEAH!
I guess, you're just what I needed! OHHHHHH
I needed someone to bleed! GIVE ME BLOOD!”
Low Ki:”THANK YOU WISCONSIN! WE ARE THE WORLD WARRIORS AND WE ARE SUPER DRUNK!”
Low Ki passes out as the crowd looks puzzled.
:”Uh this isn’t Wisconsin you idiot.”Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from the Bowery and weighing 235 pounds... RAVEN!
There's a muted response from the crowd as Raven just sits in the corner awaiting the arrival of his opponent, looking bored with the UWF and everything going on around him.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
TEST YOUR MIGHT! MORTAL KOMBAT!
Low Ki comes out to the ring accompanied by Boar and Grado, walking to the ring intensely and quickly getting in the ring amd cutting a pose that Grado and Boar join in on before backing to the turnbuckle.
Tony Chimel: Accompanied by the Proletariat Boar of Moldova and Grado, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing 175 pounds, he is the World Warrior... Low KI!
DING DING DING!
Immediately, Low Ki takes off in a sprint at Raven, who is just standing up and stepping out of the corner from his seated position. The World Warrior forces Raven into the corner with a running dropkick and kips right back up before he begins to unload on Raven's chest with open-palmed strikes, one right after the other in an absolutely devastating flurry that completely takes the wind out of Raven's sails. As Low Ki stops, Raven starts to stumble out of the corner, but then he's shoved right back into it before the World Warrior connects with another flurry, this time of Mongolian chops to the chest. Raven cries out and the fans are lulled into a sense of stunned silence as Low Ki connects with chop after chop, leaving huge welts on the chest of his foe. Finally, Low Ki allows Raven to stumble and fall to one knee, but only so he can step up beside his foe, grab his head and start punting him directly on the jaw. Five such strikes to the face later, Low Ki allows Raven to flop on his side before turning to the crowd to shout, "COME ON!" The fans boo him for the showboating.
Tom Phillips: Low Ki is beating Raven to a pulp here and the UWF don't seem too keen about it.
Mauro Ranallo: On the contrary, I think they love the violence. It's Low Ki's ego they can't stand!
Corey Graves: Hey, the kid gets results. He deserves to have an ego.
Low Ki is already sizing Raven up and the moment his foe rolls onto his back, the World Warrior stomps with both boots on his chest. Raven thrashes about as Low Ki stumbles off of him, catching his balance with the aid of the ropes. The World Warrior then turns back around and pulls Raven to one knee before slapping him in the face, then placing one unceremonious and absolutely brutal kick square on Raven's chest. The blow can be heard in the cheap seats as a loud pop, and the fans "ooh!" at the sound of it as Low Ki falls back into a squat, seeing Raven's eyes rolling into the back of his head. The World Warrior again kicks Raven in the chest, and this time it looks like Raven is going to fall flat on his face, but something in the veteran keeps him upright. Unfortunately, he pays for that as this time, Low Ki kicks him straight in the head, sending him sprawling backward onto the canvas as Grado visibly winces on the outside. "FATALITY!" Low Ki shouts as he looks down at the twitching body of Raven, and the official checks on the veteran. Realizing Raven has been knocked dead out, the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
LOW KI!
Mauro Ranallo: Well, as they always say in the business, the fans came for stiff and that's exactly what they got here as Low Ki literally beat the daylights out of Raven.
Corey Graves: It was brutal. It was quick. It was perfect!
Tom Phillips: For you, maybe. But one has to be wondering what anyone who cares for Raven is thinking right now.
Medical personnel rush down to the ring as Low Ki and his teammates head up the ramp, grinning, while the fans buzz over the brutality they have just witnessed. The feed moves along.
Drew McIntyre: I have been missing something for the last two months since I've worked with Sammy Guevara. I have yet to have a match in UWF yet, the people in the back fear me like the reaper of souls. I always wondered what fear felt and tasted like, As no man alive or dead has made me feel the slightest bit of fear. That's why when I saw Sammy vs Vinny Marseglia one of the biggest fights that Sammy will have to overcome, I thought to myself a man of his extraordinary ability does not need my help and when he refused my help, I felt this was out of character from a man like Sammy Guevara. Than last week he had gone and got caught in the gu-lock, he thought just for a split second that he FOOLED me into believing his lies, when I saw him in that gu-lock, I realized that wins and loses do not matter, I had finally opened my eyes, I decided that I will be entering the UWF battle royal and when I come out the winner, Sammy and I will step up to rule over the UWF making the Television Title the most PRESTIGIOUS and must-see title. Sammy doubted that he could beat Gulak, Doubt is for those who are lesser men than the guys who put in every spare moment into perfecting their crafts, Sammy is not the only man with doubt in that locker room though. Their is a plethora of talent in that locker room who doubt that they have what it takes to be here only after one loss they try to get out and pack their bags, make excuses to be in the big leagues you have to be man enough to know your short comings. A man like Vinny Marseglia is unlike most to the naked eye, but the further you borrow into the myth of Marseglia the more you realize how rotten the core is. Marseglia is nothing but a mere mortal and that is his short coming, Tyler Bate exposed this for a matter of fact...
A camera moves away from a tv showing the end of the promo to show Sammy standing and watching McIntyre's promo
Charlie Caruso runs next to Samy as the TV goes to the UWF Logo
Charlie Caruso: Sammy I found you, why aren't you out there with your insurance policy, Drew McIntyre?
Sammy Guevara:"Drew is his own man, Drew is a man that is loyal to me and me alone, Every night I go out to that ring with Drew by my side, Last week he came out and started attacking Gulak, I could of easily gotten out of that gu-lock, but this is not acceptable I got a match with the man that exposed Marseglia's flaws before I could, I am going to make a mark tonight as I beat Bate in a fair match to go into our match at Summerslam with the W over him..."
Charlie Caruso: Do you and McIntyre have problems with this business partnership you guys only just recently seemed to make?
Sammy Guevara: "Everything is fine... I am going to go find McIntyre and sort this shit out..."
Sammy walks off camera angrily, headed to the ring for his match.
Mauro Ranallo: “Here we see the battle of the upcomers. Two very unique styles in the ring. We see Tyler Bate vs Sammy Guevara in a non-title contest.”
Tom Phillips: “One thing that I don’t get though Mauro is why general manager Drake Maverick has decided to make this a non-title contest. Mainly considering how many times Vinny defended it in a row.”
Corey Graves: “Shut up, Tom. Guevara doesn’t deserve to have a shot at the title.”
Tom Phillips: “But Corey-”
Corey Graves: “I said shut up, are you deaf or stupid?”
"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
Tony Chimel: "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 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 and lugging around his title, 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 places the title on the floor underneath the turnbuckle before hopping 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, he picks up the title and throws it to an official as if it were a dog toy, with no care for if it were damaged after brushing his luxurious blonde goatee.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The two run together and join hands and raise it up, with a greco roman knuckle lock. The two’s arms sway side to side until they both swing to the same side where they flip over and land on their backs while maintaining the lock of their hands. They roll over to where they kneel while staying locked up.
Bate pulls Guevara into a full guard getting his legs around him. They release their hands and then suddenly Guevara smacks Bate and pulls a middle finger up at him. Bate grabs this arm and then transitions it into a triangle choke on him.
Corey Graves: “Boom! That’s what you get Sammy!”
Sammy struggles and tries to roll out of the triangle choke but then gets his arms underneath Tyler, picks him up and slams him right back down. Sammy scoops him up and then the referee counts the cover.
1…
2…
Tyler Bate kicks out to the scoop up slam from Sammy Guevara.
As Tyler kicks out Sammy gets hit back to the ropes where he leans on them. Tyler Bate gets up quickly and Sammy runs straight towards him where Tyler takes him down with a huge armdrag. Sammy kips himself to run back at Tyler but is met with another armdrag. Tyler controls the arm by kneeling down next to it.
Tom Phillips: “Classic technical wrestling on display here from our UWF Television Champion.”
Tyler then drags Sammy up to his feet where he rolls him up into a small package to try and sneak in a victory early into the match.
1…
Sammy kicks out at one to the early pinfall attempt from Tyler Bate.
As Sammy and Tyler roll out they both come face to face and try and hit a forearm at the same time but collide. They both ricochet off this and then Tyler hits a huge chop to Sammy’s chest.
Mauro Ranallo: “Mamma mia! You could’ve heard that from the other side of the planet!”
Tom Phillips: “Damn, I wonder if Sammy can continue after that one…”
Sammy clutches his chest and then visibly is in a lot of pain. While holding one hand on his chest he strikes a chop at Tyler’s chest who seems barely phased. Sammy releases his hand from his chest in disgust and looks at Tyler and hits another chop striking into him. He continues to strike chops at his chest 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9. Sammy visibly gets worn out from delivering this many chops and leans over slightly.
Tyler Bate then realises that he’s not going to bother to continue to strike chops so leans backwards and hits a huge chop even louder than the first one sending Sammy rolling back in pain. Tyler puts his foot on him to cover.
1…
Sammy strikes his arm up into the air to get the shoulder up.
Tyler realises the only give he has is one arm so he hits the ropes and lands down on him with a running senton. He hooks the legs upon landing.
1…
Once again Sammy kicks out at one to this.
Tyler looks back down at him in pure confusion and then drags him up and lifts him up into a fireman’s carry. He starts to spin around as the crowd chant for the Airplane Spin. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15. Tyler stops for a minute and squats down seemingly tired out. He then powers through and stands up fully and starts up once more. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15. Tyler drops him off his shoulders seemingly completely lost and dizzy.
While remaining dizzy he lands on top of Guevara and hooks the leg of him to allow the referee to count the cover.
1…
2…
Sammy kicks out at two to the Airplane Spin from Tyler Bate.
Tyler Bate sits up shocked that he managed to kick out of the Airplane Spin. He then gets up and heads up to the top rope. He charges up Sammy and then dives off the top and hits a diving european uppercut on him. Tyler Bate hooks the leg on Sammy as the referee counts the cover.
1…
2…
Again Sammy kicks out at two from Tyler Bate’s signature offence.
Tyler rolls off and stands at the end of Sammy and lifts his legs up and holds them under his arms. He then picks him up to start the Big Swing as the crowd chant along with it. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. Seemingly unphased by this waiting in front of the ropes readying up Sammy. As soon as he gets up, Tyler hits the ropes and rolls over to hit the rolling wheel kick on Sammy. Once again he goes on the cover on Sammy.
1…
2…
Thr-
Bate almost had Guevara right there but he kicked out!
Tyler slaps the mat and yells at the referee for not counting fast enough for him and then ignores the ref to get up and then reaches down to pick Sammy up but instead gets rolled up in a victory roll.
1…
Bate kicks out at one from the Victory Roll.
Sammy rolls out after this attempted rollup and goes into the corner and unfastens the turnbuckle and the referee sees to it immediately. With the referee distracted, Tyler Bate looks to try some shady tactics but before he can do anything he gets kicked right in the dick!
Corey Graves: “Coah! That’s gotta feel bad.”
Bate's eyes bug out as he takes the low blow, grabbing at his manly bits. Guevara has the chance to capitalize, but instead he uses it to showboat, mocking the booing crowd. Sammy then flips his middle finger at the agonised Bate, but when he does so, Bate taps into some unexpected source of adrenaline (or perhaps just rage), swats the finger aside and thumbs Guevara in the eye! Guevara stumbles away for a second and when he comes back around, Bate knees him in the gut, grabs him in the double underhook and hits the Tiger Driver '97!
Tom Phillips: "Tyler Driver!!!"
Mauro Ranallo: “This has to be it!”
1…
2…
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, Tyler Bate!”
Sammy is twitching on the canvas as Bate grins down at him, the official handing him his title. Tyler holds it high above his head with one hand while he points down at his laid-out opponent and shakes his head, seemingly unimpressed by Guevara's showing. The feed moves along.
The shot transitions to a press conference that has been running for some time and seems to be nearing the end. CM Punk is stood at a podium. He is finishing a story just as the cameras get there..
CM Punk: "..so Batista stole this chair, one thing leads to another and Kofi's in the car. Next thing you know, we saved Christmas!"
There is a sound of laughter amongst the press and Punk.
CM Punk: "Next question?"
Dave Meltzer: "Hey Punk, Dave Meltzer, Wrestling Observer, how do you fee-"
Meltzer is interrupted by Punk who seems very pissed off at Meltzer.
CM Punk: "I’m sorry.. Dave Meltzer?! Who let you in?! Get the fuck out of here you body shaming son of a bitch! You know, I really wish I could see things from your perspective, Dave, but sadly my head doesn't go that far up my own ass. Now, I suggest that you get the hell out of my press conference before things turn sour and I have to slap the shit out of you. Also, don't ever mention my name in your reports AGAIN. Scumbag. Why would you care about what I say anyway? I don’t wrestle in Japan so why do you all of a sudden give a shit about who I am? Just piss off, bitch."
Meltzer is removed from the press conference by security as Punk flips him the bird and the other journalists boo Meltzer..
CM Punk: "I am terribly sorry about that.. I believe we have time for a couple more questions? [Punk points at someone with their arm raised] Yes, go ahead."
Ryan Satin: "Hey Punk, Ryan Satin. Pro Wrestling Sheet. Have there been any talks at all between yourself and the other general managers about which brand you could end up on with the upcoming brand split?"
Punk nods at the question, impressed with it.
CM Punk: "Very good question... well, I haven't heard anything personally. I'm sure both brands will be fighting each other to have me on their show because they know how much of a big draw and a perfect wrestler I am, but in all honesty, nope. I haven't heard a single thing about it. As you know, EC3 and I haven't seen eye to eye recently but I'm willing to put my differences aside if he wants me. As for Spud, I'm yet to have spoken to him so y'know.. he's probably around here somewhere, I might just go and have a little chat about him booking me to the moon! Who knows, man? Either way, I'm sure that I'll be world champion on whatever brand I end up on so yeah.. final question?"
Ryan Satin has a final question for Punk.
Ryan Satin: "Last question, recently, we've heard rumours that you have been nurturing an old injury that has reappeared and has been niggling at you for the past few months. Can you tell us any information about that at all? If so, what is the extent of this injury?"
Punk begins to shake his head as he answers
CM Punk: "To be honest with you, Ryan, I've had no physical problems since my return to the business. I've been training harder than ever, I feel fantastic, I've got the Intercontinental championship match coming up which is just a huge opportunity for me and I can't wait to get into that ring at SummerSlam, beat everyone's asses and hold that belt above my head. On that night, I'm going to prove to everyone why I'm a future hall of famer. So to answer your question, no I have not been nurturing an old injury. I'm sorry to disappoint everyone that was hoping I had one!"
Punk stands up before giving a goodbye to the press.
CM Punk: "Thank you all for coming out, the next time we do this, I'll have the Intercontinental title around my waist so you best have your notepads at the ready because after I win that belt, I've got a few things I'd like to announce so do not forget to watch SummerSlam. I'll see you all soon.. except for Meltzer. I swear to god if he turns up at the next one."
Punk leaves the press conference and gives a slight wave as he leaves. A promo video for Summerslam plays as the scene fades out...
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.
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..
DING DING DING!!!!!!
The bell rings and both competitors walk to the middle of the ring and start talking a bit of trash to each before starting a collar and elbow tie-up, after a few seconds of struggle Punk is able to score a headlock but not hold it for long as the technical southern knows exactly how to get out of the headlock, he puts his leg on CM Punk's knee-pit but Punk knows better and when Gulak presses on his knee he puts his leg in front of Gulak and takes him to the ground with a headlock takeover but Gulak quickly turns it into a head scissors, Punk tries to lift Gulak's leg but he just wrenches the hold, finally after a minute or so in the hold Gulak starts transitioning to an armbar but seeing the armbar coming Punk put his hands together so Gulak won't be able to lock the submission in and when Gulak fully released the head scissors Punk quickly got back up to his feet, clutching his jaw and smirking at the still grounded Gulak, when suddenly, Gulak leaps foward and tries to pick Punk's leg but the Chicago native sees it coming and lifts his knee up for a meeting with Gulak's face! Gulak is knocked out cold and Punk taunts the crowd then puts his hand on Gulak's body for a pin.
Tom Phillips: A cocky pin here from Punk, does he really think that would work, and so early in the match?
Corey Graves: Punk just knocked Gulak out cold with a knee, plus it's called mind games Phillips, goddamit I work with idiots
Mauro Ranallo: Maybe Punk's the idiot here, he should have work more on Gulak before going for the pin.
1......
2......
NO!
Gulak kicks out!
Punk yells and starts to argue with the ref that it should have been a three while Gulak takes this time to recover, dragging himself into the corner and resting there, when CM Punk finally stops arguing he sees the still recovering Gulak at the corner and a devilish smirk comes to his face, he runs at Gulak with full speed and nails him with a knee in the corner, he follows that up by getting a hold of Gulak's hand and then backing out just to pull Gulak into a short arm lariat but no! Gulak is able to duck underneath the arm and posture up into a belly to back position, he's going for the Spine Splitter! Gulak tries to lift the self-proclaimed future Hall of Famer but Punk isn't a fan of broken backs so he fights back, elbowing Gulak in the back of the head until the latter releases him just so he could half Gulak Attack his backside with a closeline to the back of the head that drops Punk! now that he's got an opening Gulak doesn't waste time and immediately goes to work on Punk's knee, flipping the self-proclaimed future Hall of Famer onto his back and locking him in a Figure Four Leglock! Punk is flat on his back focusing only on escaping the move and he doesn't notice his shoulders are on the mat! the referee starts counting
1.....
NO!
Punk immediately lifts one his shoulders and in a sudden burst of power is able to flip over to his torso and quickly crawl to the ropes! Gulak releases Punk and backs out a bit then lets him gets back up before charging him with his arm extended for a closeline but Punk sees that coming and is able to lift his leg up just in time to kick Gulak in the chin! the grappling master stumbles back from the impact and after a second he gets back to life clutching his jaw just for Punk to drop him with a springboard closeline! Punk goes for the cover without even hooking the legs.
Mauro Ranallo: Another cocky pin from Punk!
Corey Graves: I don't see anything wrong with what he's doing Mauro, he makes sure Gulak knows he's so easy to beat Punk doesn't even need to hook the legs.
Tom Phillips: He isn't tough, Gulak is one tough man to beat he...
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips, he is for Punk!
1....
tw...
NO!
Gulak kicks out! Punk is again yelling at the ref that it should have been a three but this time he doesn't waste time in arguing and instead, he gets back up to his feet and circles Gulak, stalking him with his arms spread out and when Gulak gets up he starts the attack, punching him in the gut a couple of times before moving to head where he delivers a number of slaps before unleashing a mean spinning back fist! this isn't enough apparently cause Gulak is still standing so Punk drops him with a high kick to the head! Punk smirks at Gulak's prone body and then he looks at the top rope, he flips Gulak to his back and starts to climb high, when there he taunts the crowd for a bit more and then leaps off with a diving elbow drop but no!! Drew rolled away in time! Punk falls down hard on his arm, especially his elbow and is clutching it in pain, Punk gets back to his feet in a few moments by himself while Gulak needs the help of the ropes, when Punk sees that Gulak's up he unleashes a desperate battle cry, full of hatred and emotion, and charges him looking to take him out of the ring, as he charges Gulak sees him and also charges at him with a lariat, knocking the unexpecting Punk to the ground but wasting his last bit of energy with the closeline and is also knocked out.
Mauro Ranallo: Gulak needs to get his stuff together, at this point he's just surviving, I can't see him winning at this rate.
Tom Phillips: I think Gulak has a few more tricks up his sleeve, we'll just wait and see.
As they're saying that Gulak and Punk start to get back to their feet, for a split second they share a look, each trying to figure out the other's gameplan for the rest of the match, they both spring to their feet and immediately go to work on each other, forearming each other like the crowd's telling them to fight forever, they're not but they are cheering the more fan-favorite Gulak and booing the hated Punk, after a minute or so of forearms Gulak is able to get the advantage and he capitalized on that with a hard chop being heard all around the venue he then grabs a hold of Punk's arm and goes behind him, locking him a hammerlock which Punk is trying to fight off with elbows but every elbow is met with wrenching the arm more, finally Punk stops the elbows and after a moment realizes what to do, he runs back into a corner, driving Gulak hard into the turnbuckles making Gulak release the hold in the process, Gulak screams in pain and Punk turns around ready to deal more punishment but Gulak just played possum! as Punk turns around he quickly grabs his head and drives him with a suplex into the turnbuckles! Gulak doesn't waste time as he drags Punk into the middle of the ring where he lifts his up from the back, tucks his head beneath Punk's arm and lifts him up looking for the Spine Splitter again! but Punk fights out again!! Gulak knows the shtick and instead of keeping to try and lift him up he grabs Punk's leg and drops it onto his knee with a shin breaker! Gulak lets Punk go and he just falls down, crying with pain and agony while Gulak just smirks at him.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! I THINK GULAK BROKE PUNK'S SHIN BONE!
Corey Graves: Relex Mauro, he didn't break it, although it is possible that he did cause it a lot of damage which I think he did also you should stop saying MAMA MIA! so much.
Mauro Ranallo: You know how long it took me to come up with that? I ain't never letting that go.
Gulak looks at CM Punk struggling to get back to his feet and decides to make a bold move, he walks up to the corner and climbs the top rope
Tom Phillips: What is Gulak doing?
Mauro Ranallo: I think he's going for some sort of ariel attack, but why?
Corey Graves: It's all part of his masterful game plan which he probably made in a powerpoint and I respect that.
Punk finally gets back to his feet using the rope and when he turns around to face Drew, the Pennsylvania native leaps at him with a crossbody but no! Punk is able to catch him, he turns to the hard cam and laughs then throws Gulak onto his shoulders for the GTS but no!! Gulak starts to elbow Punk and the combined pressure of Gulak's weight, his elbows and Punk's shin getting shin breaked earlier turns out too much and Punk collapses to one knee, but he doesn't give up and postures up! he yells at the hard cam but while he does that Gulak is able to slip to his backside and grab his head to lock him in the Gu-lock!!
Punk tries to fight out of the hold but ultimately he passes out while trying to get a hold of Gulak's hair, the referee checks if he's conscious and when he sees he isn't he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!!!!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION... DREW GULAK!!
Tom Phillips: GULAK HAS ACTUALLY WON THIS!
Corey Graves: I told you he has tricks up his sleeve.
Gulak is getting his hand raises while doctors come to check on CM Punk who is starting to gain his breath back and Revolution rolls on.
The cameras go backstage, where we see The Hired Gunns heading back from the catering area, Gunn carrying a bottle of Pepsi while Kidman is casually walking around with an entire bag of Ruffles alongside some sort of garlic herb dip. Either way, the two are looking rather happy despite not wrestling tonight.
Gunn: “So anyways, I’m still a bit bummed we didn’t get to do the ritual last week, felt like a hollow victory, y’know?”
Kidman: “Honestly Gunn, I don’t know.”
Gunn: “...oh, have you never had matches where you just didn’t put your all into it? Like, it felt that something was off?”
Kidman: “I mean...probably? But that was like back in the 90s when both of us were too hopped up on whatever drugs we were taking at the time to really care, y’know?”
Gunn: “Actually, no...no Kidman I think that was only you. I never took any drugs back then.”
Kidman: “Come on dude, you were hanging around X-Pac you must’ve gotten high with him at least once. Look, it’s alright if you talk about it. It’s not like there’s anyone actually-”
Just as Kidman was going to finish his sentence, he turns around to see Scott Steiner standing there, looking at our two lovable idiots talk about drugs publicly.
Scott Steiner: “Hey, what were you two jackasses just talking about?”
Gunn: “Oh hey, speaking of drugs, it’s Scotty boy. How’re ya doing, dude?”
Scott Steiner: “You stupid son of a bitch, do you two honestly think that the Genetic Freak would be on some pussy ass drugs?”
Kidman: “On them? No, absorbing all of them like Cell absorbed the Androids? Yeah, definitely.”
Scott Steiner: “Really well let me tell you the truth jackass, Big Poppa Pump is one hundred percent natural. No drugs, drugs are for pussys there is only one thing that the Poppa puts into his body.”
Gunn and Kidman both look at Steiner with a bit of confusion on their faces.
Scott Steiner: “Okay, cause i’m feeling good today, I’ll let you in onto the Freaks little secret now don’t tell anyone, especially the Miz. Cause if you do I will find you two and treat you like I treat rude customers at Shoney’s. You got that?”
L: “The fuck is a Shoney’s?”
Gunn: “Nevermind that, L, Steiner what is this secret you got?”
Scott Steiner is a little confused at the L comment but continues on
Scott Steiner: “Alright, the secret about being the genetic freak is…”
The screen cuts out for a brief second before cutting back in with Gunn and Kidman looking absolutely disgusted
Kidman: “What...what…”
Gunn: “What can...what the hell do I even say to follow that?!”
Scott Steiner: “What you two seem to have seen a ghost. But just look at these muscles, if you want to look like Big Poppa Pump and get every chick on the plant that is the secret. You do it twice a day. Injected right it the left ass cheek.”
Kidman runs over to a trash can and starts to throw up
Gunn: “Okay, I’m done. We’re supposed to be coming out with Miz tonight for his match with Rick Rude, and now I’m...I’m not even sure if Kidman’s going to be able to make it out of the arena tonight, so why don’t you go...do whatever you’re going to do, we’ll go back to Miz’s locker room, and just never talk about this again.”
Scott Steiner: Okay pussies suit yourself. Have fun with you F-list movie star, but don't knock the secret till you try it.
As soon as Steiner walks away two women start to run after him
L: “I...I don’t think I’ve ever been so pertubed in my life as I am right now.”
Kidman finally walks back to Gunn, visibly shaking still from what Steiner had said.
Kidman: “I...I want to just go home right now. I want to just be snapped out of existence like in The Avengers and never have to remember that ever again.”
Gunn: “Agreed, Kidman. Let’s just chill in the locker room until Miz’s match, and hopefully we’ll have regained our composure by then. And to think one of us is facing him in the battle royal...”
Gunn and Kidman give off a simultaneous shudder and begin walking back to The Miz’s locker room, the camera fading out as the two get further off in the distance.
The camera switches to a pre-taped segment. It is a poolside area where several beautiful women are in bikinis and off to the side of the pool we see “Ravishing” Rick Rude reclined in a hammock. He takes off his sunglasses and gives the camera a wink.
Rude: Ya know, everybody keeps asking me what I’m doing to prepare for the Intercontinental championship match at SummerSlam as well as what I’m doing to prepare for my big match this week against the current IC champ. Well, the answer is fairly simple. You’re looking at my preparation. Sure, call me arrogant. Call me a prick. Call me whatever you like, it’s not going to make a difference. This week I’m going to go out there into that ring and give Mikey the most must-see ass-kicking of his life. If all of you morons would pay half a bit of attention, you would see that there is no need for me to even break a sweat either this week or at Summerslam. There’s not a damn man on this roster that can even come close to comparing to me when it comes to technical wrestler. There’s not a damn man that’s as tough as I am. And there’s simply not a damn thing any of you can do about it.
Rude gets up out of the hammock and puts his glasses back on. He gives a couple of girls passing by a good look over as they giggle and walk away. He walks over to the pool.
Rude: I mentioned before about how the Rick Rude that you’re going to see in that title match is going to be a Rick Rude that none of you are familiar with. You got just a little taste of it during the match with Jimmy Jacobs, but you’re going to get every bit of the intensity and sheer athleticism that I am capable of. Half of these kids aren’t even in my league. This week I’m going to make an example out of our beloved champion. So, Mikey...bring on your goonies, I’ll slap the taste out of their mouths so hard they won’t know whether to shit or wind their watches too. As for now...I’ve got business to attend to.
Rude takes a dive into the pool and swims back up to face the camera. He strikes a pose before the camera fades away.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non-title contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...
OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING
"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and aggresively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.
Rude: Cut the music. Cut my music!
QUIET ON THE SET, MAY WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?
The fans begin booing loudly as Miz's traditional Hollywood intro plays, the arena lights dimmed to darkness.
AAAWWWEEEESSSOOOMMEEEEEE!!!!!
"The Man" by The Killers" begins to play as The Miz steps out onto the stage with his wife, Maryse, at his side. Miz grabs the Intercontinental Championship and does his usual title pose with it while Maryse gestures toward him the way a model on an old game show might the gesture to show off the big prize.
Tony Chimel: "Being accompanied by Maryse... residing in Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed 'Most Must-See Champion in UWF History', The Miz!"
Miz continues his walk, holding his Intercontinental Championship with pride even as the fans boo him the entire way down there. Maryse simply rolls her eyes at the booing fans as the pair head down to the edge of the ramp and climb the ring steps, then Miz does his traditional apron taunt.
Miz enters the ring while Maryse heads to his corner on the outside. As she gets there, Miz poses on the ropes with the championship, arms spread out almost inviting the fans to boo him even more, which they gladly do.
After a few more seconds, Miz gets off of the ropes and goes to his corner, ready for the bell.
-VERSUS- DING DING DING!
Once both men are in the ring they lock eyes and the referee calls for the bell. They step up and lock up in the centre of the ring. Miz quickly gets the upperhand and transitions into a headlock but he his forced back into a corner and must make a clean break. As they separate Miz goes for a thumb to the eye whilst the refs back is turned but Rude catches his hand, shakes his head and nails him in the gut with a kick causing him to slump down. The Miz is then lifted to his feet and irish whipped all the way into the next corner where is he also met with a huge lariat!
Mauro Ranallo: Miz collapses out of the corner! Rude seems to be on fire here early on! Kendrick is joining us on commentary here as he'll face both of these men, plus CM Punk and Matt Hardy at SummerSlam in a championship scramble match. Kendrick do you want to share some thoughts on what you see here out the gate.
The Brian Kendrick: What do you want me to say? That I'm impressed? That they're good? Of course they are. Anyone performing at this level could be a threat on any day. But what makes me more dangerous is that I take the time to study each of my opponents. I don't see Punk or Hardy out here watching this. And that could just be the difference at SummerSlam.
Rude rebounds off the ropes and nails Miz with a running elbow drop to the mid section, he rolls across the ring in pain. Rude brings his opponent to his feet but Miz quickly regains his thoughts and hoists his opponent up only to bring him down with an atomic drop! He quickly follows this up with a DDT! Miz covers him.
One - NO!
A kick out at one
Mauro Ranallo: That was never going to be enough to put him away!
Corey Graves: But Miz has the momentum now - He is rolling!
The Brian Kendrick: Momentum can change at any time and Miz is in the ring with a pure veteran so he has to keep his eyes open.
Miz places Rude in the corner and gears himself up to hit a corner clothsline but as he lunges, Rude moves leaving him to collide with the turnbuckle and collapse in front of it. Miz rolls to the center of the ring but is met with some stomps from Rude. Rude girates his hips and then brings a big knee down on to the head of the Miz
Mauro Ranallo: Taking some time to add some insult to injury here.
The cover is made...
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Corey Graves: No way is Miz finished yet - That man is resilient!
Miz holds the back of his head and tries to crawl away. Rude grabs Miz’s ankle trying to stop him from escaping. Rude has him in his clutches. Miz, still holding the back of his head, is forced up onto his feet hopping, but then hits a mule kick, knocking Rude down!
Corey Graves: Miz fighting out on one leg.
Rude hits the mat and now Miz is quick to return the stomps on Rude. Miz, just like Rude, takes a second to pose. He does his classic turn and point, but points directly at The Brian Kedrick before he brings a knee down on to the forehead of Rude. He hooks the leg and makes the cover, staring right at Kendrick.
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The Brian Kendrick: Miz's arrogance will be his downfall. He's so worried about me when he's got a real threat in the ring with Rude.
Miz brings Rude to his feet feeling all of the confidence in the world. He starts to work the head of Rude placing him in a headlock that brings Rude back down to the mat. Rude realizing the trouble he finds himself in looks to power out by pumping his legs and pushing the man up. Again, the Miz is one step ahead. He sees Rude going to power out and drives the point of his knee into the head of his downed foe. Rude again tries to fight out but Miz won’t give an inch as he smashes him with another brutal knee strike to the temple. With a groggy Rude at his mercy he looks to transition into a Armbar, slipping his hands underneath Rude’s right shoulder and trying to apply some pressure but the veteran sees the danger and immediately pushes himself off the ground taking Miz with him.
Corey Graves: You had to be impressed with that display from Miz there, just taking it to Rude.
With both men now on their feet Rude throws a wild haymaker looking to catch his opponent off guard, but again his foe has the upper hand and grabs the arm looking to apply the armbar once more. Rude plants his feet, holding on for dear life and trying not to get taken down. The Miz drives the point of his elbow into the elbow joint and then shoulder of his opponent looking to forcefully bring him down. Rude shakes his head disdainfully and then throws his free left hand and nails the man with a hard shot to the jaw. Miz staggers back after the huge blow from Rude, who wastes no time in pressing home his advantage. Rude grabs the back of Miz's head while unloading with a swift, closed-fist jab to his face, followed by another, and another. Each time a punch lands, Miz stumbles further back until he's up against the ropes, and Rude releases him at that point to back up before placing both hands behind his head and gyrating his hips. A few loud whistles from the ladies in the crowd punctuate the motion before Rude lurches forward and clotheslines the Miz out of the ring!
Tom Phillips: A devastating clothesline and now the Miz finds himself on the outside.
Corey Graves: Ahh! Where'd you come from? Have you been here all along?
Mauro Ranallo: He is our partner on commentary, Corey.
The Brian Kendrick: You all have such short attention spans...
The Miz drags himself to a barricade, using it to try and find his vertical base while Rude drops onto his back and rolls out of the ring. The Ravishing One moves in on Miz with a smirk on his face, placing a hand on the Intercontinental Champion's shoulder to turn him around, but when he does Miz spits in his face! Rude flinches at this, then wipes away the spit with the back of his hand, glaring at Miz all the while. Then, he kicks Miz in the gut and drives him skull-first into the floor with a nasty DDT. Immediately, Rude gets back to his feet and grabs hold of the top of the barricade with both hands while he looms over Miz's prone body. Lifting a boot, he starts to lay into Miz with a number of hard stomps, using the barricade for leverage and balance both. The fans are buzzing, unsure how to react as the veteran seems to be stomping the lights out of the champion. Finally, Rude breaks away, grinning as he does so.
Mauro Ranallo: Rude was more ravaging than ravishing with those stomps.
Corey Graves: I don't know where you find all of these puns you keep cracking, but I appreciate your punniness and will miss it when you go to the B show.
The Brian Kendrick: You call it the B show as though you have any degree of control over which will be greater. You're a talking head, Corey. Step into a ring again and maybe you'll be able to say things like that with some authority.
As Kendrick lays into Graves, Rude continues to lay into the Intercontinental Champion with the ugliest elbow to the side of the face imaginable. Miz stumbles away from the blow as Rude rolls into and out of the ring to reset the referee's count, then grabs him by his perfectly coiffed head and unceremoniously throws him into the ring steps. Miz's body hits the steel with full force as Rude steps over to him and grinds the heel of his boot into the Miz's face with a nasty-looking wash. The fans are outright booing the show of disrespect and poor sportsmanship and even the official shouts for Rude to bring the match back inside, so Rick hauls Miz to his feet and rolls him into the ring, following in after him and shoving the champion onto his back to go for the cover.
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Miz gets the shoulder up half-way to the three-count and Rude just purses his lips as he looks down at his stubborn opponent. As he gets to his feet, Rude shakes his head, running off at the mouth about his opponent but not loud enough for it to be audible over the din of the crowd. Rude heads for the ropes and comes back slowly, dropping an elbow on the Miz's chest, then pulls him back down for another cover.
Tom Phillips: Rick Rude drops the elbow and now he's looking for the win!
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Clearly, the elbow had the reverse of the desired effect as Miz now kicks out right after the one count. Rude is visibly getting aggravated and he heads for the apron, then starts climbing to the top rope! The fans get loud with a pop as Rude gets higher, Miz lying prone in the middle of the ring. After steadying himself on the top, Rude leaps off looking for the diving kneedrop, but Miz rolls out of the way and he lands hard on both knees right on the canvas!
Corey Graves: Rick Rude goes for the knee drop and the Miz rolls out of the way! He was playing possum the whole time!
The Brian Kendrick: That's not going to matter if he is unable to capitalize.
Rude stays on his knees, but he's visibly wincing and seemingly unable to get back to his feet as Miz grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself back to his feet. Miz then stumbles over to the kneeling Rude, tucks his head under an arm and drops him with a snap DDT! The Intercontinental Champion rolls his would-be challenger over and goes for the cover.
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Rude throws the shoulder up, practically tossing the Miz off of him in the process. Before the champion can get back at him, the veteran rolls out of the ring and stumbles away from the apron — directly toward the Miz's wife, Maryse. Rude spies her and immediately has an idea as he grabs her with one thick arm around the waist, then plants a huge kiss on her! The fans offer a huge mixed reaction, but there's some loud whistling from the crowd as Maryse slips free and slaps Rude, who just laughs. Meanwhile Miz slides out of the ring and grabs Rude from behind to turn him around, but when he does, Rude backhands him! Miz stumbles into the barricade and Rude grabs his head, then smashes his face right on the hard (albeit padded) crossbar before throwing him back into the ring. Once again Rude follows the Miz in, but this time rather than go for the pin he hauls Miz to his feet and sends him into the ropes. On rebound, Rude scoops Miz up into a bone-crunching bear hug!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Rick Rude has the Intercontinental Champion in a vice-like, constricting grasp and look at his pythons! He's going to crush the life out of the Miz!
Corey Graves: Can you please dial back your blatant and disturbing idolization of a man who is easily your physical superior, Mauro?
The Brian Kendrick: Physically superior or not, it won't matter at Summerslam. The key to victory is contained within the skull.
Rude whips Miz's body back and forth like he's nothing, the Intercontinental Champion's limbs flailing about as the oxygen is pushed out of his lungs by the powerful grip of his opponent. At first, the Awesome One tries to conjure up some sort of resistance, directing wild strikes at Rude's head. But it's clear the veteran isn't going to release him and as the hold continues, Miz starts to lose his strength and soon he can do little except try to break free by prying apart the clasped hands behind his back. Things do not look good as his eyes begin to droop and his arms begin to fall slack, but then Maryse climbs up onto the apron and shouts at Rude. The challenger turns, seeing the Miz's wife there, and she puckers her lips as if calling for another kiss, winking at him. Ever the ladies' man, Rude tosses the Miz to the canvas in front of himself. The Intercontinental Champion lands hard and seems motionless as Rude heads over to Maryse, stepping over the Miz, but as he does he's rolled up into a schoolboy pin!
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Tom Phillips: The Miz just tried to steal a victory here using a distraction from his wife!
Corey Graves: Ahaha! What a brilliant tactic by the Miz!
The Brian Kendrick If anyone hatched that plot, it was Maryse. She's the brains of this little operation, not the Miz.
The Miz quickly rolls back to his feet as Rude gets back to his own, red-faced with anger. Rude charges Miz, looking for a lariat, but the Intercontinental Champion goes low with a dropkick to the knee and Rude tumbles forward to land neck first on the middle rope! The fans already know what's coming as Miz keeps surging forward to hit the ropes that were behind Rude, then comes back with a HUGE kick to the back of Rude's head before swinging the leg back to scrape his dazed body off the ropes. The fans boo as the Miz is very obviously back in the driver's seat and he hits a quick leg drop on Rude, followed by another, and then a third before pulling him to his feet and into the full nelson clutch.
Mauro Ranallo: It's time for our Finale here tonight gentlemen!
Indeed, the Miz is clearly going for the Skull-Crushing Finale but before he executes, Kendrick stands up at the commentary table. The Miz glares directly at another of his challengers as Kendrick pulls a coin out of his pocket and tosses it in the air. Both men's eyes rise and fall with the coin, transfixed as it lands on the table. Miz shoves Rude to his knees and steps up to the ropes nearest the commentary area to shout, "What is it, huh? Tails?" Kendrick simply smirks. It's not until Rude has grabbed Miz and executed the Rude Awakening that the Intercontinental Champion even realizes what's going on, and by then he's powerless to resist the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
RICK RUDE!
Tom Phillips: What an absolutely disappointing finish to this excellent one-on-one match as our "partner" on commentary decided to get involved in the proceedings here tonight.
Corey Graves: You could read it that way, Phillips, our you could read it the sensible way: The Miz is a champion and he should know better than to take his eyes off of an opponent. This was his match to lose and he lost it.
The Brian Kendrick: Precisely, Mr. Graves. The Miz is the master of his own fate... or is he? Perhaps not. After all, the coin predicted this outcome. The coin always predicts the outcome. It's never wrong...
With that, the mysterious Brian Kendrick removes his headset and heads for the ramp while Rude celebrates over the body of the Intercontinental Champion, gyrating his hips for the appreciative ladies in the crowd and even throwing a wink at a disgusted Maryse on the outside. The feed moves along.
The camera fades into the house of Velveteen Dream sitting in a lounge chair. He is sipping a martini while looking out at his luxurious pool. Velveteen Dream's signature ambient music starts to play in the background.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream has searched far and wide for a worthy opponent for SummerSlam, but unfortunately the Dream didn't find a single person who is as skilful and talented as the Dream. So the Dream has been sitting here deciding what to do. It's either not being on the card at all and see SummerSlam be the biggest flop of the Summer, or be in that Battle Royal match and make SummerSlam the show it is supposed to be "THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE SUMMER!" And as much the Dream would like to watch this show go down in flames, the Dream decided he wanted to do EC3 a big favour. As you know, the Dream and EC3 aren't on the best terms, but the Dream feels as if he owes him. This is going to be the Dream's send off before he goes off into the new brand. If it wasn't obvious all ready, the Dream has been planning on leaving this show for a long while, and since EC3 and the Dream don't see eye to eye, the Dream doubts he wants to keep his most profitable wrestler, but the Dream is getting sidetracked. The Dream realised that when he wins, every single spotlight will be on the VEEEELVEEEETEEEEN DREEEEEAAAAAM!
The Dream laughs and takes a sip of his martini. He then gets up from his lounge chair and starts walking around his pool.
Velveteen Dream: But first, the Velveteen Dream takes on the "villain" Marty Scurll. The owner of Villain Club. The person who has so many feats like, being Television Champion that one time, being Daniel's bodyguard, and calling people "numpties." That is incredible. Someone who's been here for over a year and barely done anything of note. Incredibly sad. The Dream is already on his way to success. I'll be champion at least three times before the Dream's one year anniversary comes. The Dream has already beaten Larry Sweeney, the "Triple Champion". The person who beat the current UWF champion, which indirectly makes the Dream a better wrestler than Chris Jericho. Instead of being added to the UWF championship match at SummerSlam for my incredible win, the Dream is still stuck in that Battle Royal, being fed Marty Scurll on the go home show of Revolution. Pathetic. The Dream is supposed to show off his incredible talent, while he fights a talentless hack known as Marty Scurll? The guy who dresses up like the Penguin? Really?
The Dream shakes his head in disapproval.
Velveteen Dream: Mr Maverick, with all due respect, you couldn't have given me actual competition? The Dream could be fighting someone on his level like Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Miz, or anyone else with a real match on the SummerSlam card. Hell, the Dream would even fight Sammy Guevara himself, but even he is getting treated better with a match against the newly crowned TV Champion at SummerSlam. A guy like him gets TWO championship matches before the Velveteen Dream? That should be the Dream right now. Fighting and winning the Television Championship, but here the Dream is, no gold around his waist, no championship match, no actual competition. The Dream is a living God, yet the Dream is getting fed peasant after peasant. More careers the Dream has to derail every week, and Marty Scurll is just the latest victim. He calls the Dream delusional and egotistical. He claims he is going to hyperextend the Dream's shoulder when he applies the ChickenWing CrossFace. How can the Dream be injured when he won't even get a chance to use the hold? He's going to be too busy holding his sternum in pain after the Purple Rainmaker.
Velveteen Dream: He thinks this is a game? A joke? Scurll, you're not the Penguin, but since you insist on looking up to that fat oaf, then the Dream is Batman, and Batman always stops the villain in the end. Even when the bad guys have Batman beat he still finds a way to win, just like the Dream is going to do when he fights you. You say you're gonna come full throttle at the Dream? What you consider your best, the Dream considers his worst. You think you're going to throw 100% into your match tonight? What you feel is 100%, the Dream considers it 50%. You are not up to par with the Dream, and you will learn tonight from experience, that the Dream is not a joke. The Dream isn't just a flamboyant wrestler with excellent wrestling skills. The Dream is a GOD! A person who makes his dreams reality and you're worst nightmares true. Tonight your time is up. You're just another person to be added to the Dream's singles win streak. The Dream is going to beat you tonight, eliminate you at SummerSlam, and every single spotlight will be on the Velveteen Dream when he wins at that Battle Royal. The Dream's moment is coming, whether you, Mr Carter, or the even the people in the crowd like it or not. The Summer of Dream is coming to an end with the Dream standing tall! It'll be an experience no one will ever forget.
The Velveteen Dream gets close to the camera and says:
DREAM OVER!
The Velveteen Dream then proceeds to shove the camera guy into the water, ending with the slowly descending camera in the water filming the Dream standing over the edge of the pool. The scene then fills with purple smoke before it fades to black.
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.
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!
COREY GRAVES: Here we go! Another week, another superstar stepping up to try and take down the champ!
The crowd is absolutely insane for this match, but before the match even begins there is an all to familiar sound permeating from the speaker system.
The crowd leaps to its feet as they look on along with Jericho and Hardy in the ring at what is happening on stage. In an odd turn of events, the number one contender for the UWF Championship, Vinny Marseglia appears from the back. He stands in the middle of the stage, holding his axe and balloon in hand. He stands like a statue there, aiming all his attention right at Chris Jericho.
MAURO RANALLO: It just got a little more complicated around here.
COREY GRAVES: Let the mind games begin.
Jericho finally snaps out of it and puts his focus back into the match at hand. Hardy and Jericho lock up, with Jericho instantly getting the upper hand, locking in a side headlock. As he does this he is glancing up the stage to an onlooking Vinny. Hardy backs his way to the ropes and shoves his opponent forwards and knocks Jericho down on the rebound. With a little bit of momentum Hardy picks his opponent up, and then slams him back down with a body slam. He's really feeling it early on and hops up on to the middle turnbuckle, and leaps off performing a middle rope leg drop. Jericho has this well scouted and rolls off to the side causing Hardy to land right on his backside and grasp it in pain in the middle of the ring. It takes all of a second for the champ to take advantage and run and leap off the second rope, executing a picture perfect LionSault! Instead of taking advantage however, he walks over to the ropes and glances up the ramp, trash talking Vinny.
MAURO RANALLO: What is he doing? He should be trying to pin his opponent.
COREY GRAVES: I think he's trying to prove a point to Marseglia. He wants him to know he could end him at any time he wishes.
Vinny stands there still motionless, just smiling at Chris, who is not paying any attention to Hardy, who has recovered and swings Jericho around, nailing him with a European Uppercut, followed by another one. The champ is in a bad way, staggering into a nearby corner. He is still stunned as the Broken one mounts his adversary and begins a ten count punch.
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Chris stops Matt about midway and lifts him up in powerbomb form, only to toss him backwards landing head first on the turnbuckle, and collapsing to the mat. As he grabs his head in anguish, Chris stands over him and smirks as he stalks his prey. He picks him up and shoves him back in the corner, hitting him with a series of chops to the chest. Then he lifts hardy up on to the top rope, and follows him up. Once there the arm is wrapped around his neck and he hurls Hardy up and over connecting with a massive Superplex! Jericho once again looks straight at Vinny as he hooks the legs...
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KICKOUT!
The champ seems to care less that his opponent kicked out, and goes right back on the attack. Chris picks up his opponent and puts his head between Hardy's legs, picking him up on his shoulders. Hardy tries to punch Jericho in the head to get out of this predicament but is unable to before the Electric Chair Drop happens. Matt rolls away as he grabs his back, but once again Jericho goes towards the ropes and taunts Vinny, who still remains motionless and says nothing to the champ.
MAURO RANALLO: Maybe he should focus on winning his match instead of the man on the ramp.
COREY GRAVES: Maybe Vinny should go in the back and stop causing a scene out here! I mean how fair is this really?
Thanks to the camera person videoing the match, we see that he has uttered the words stupid idiot towards Marseglia, to which once again only warrants a smirk from Vinny. All of a sudden he gets roiled up school boy style by Matt Hardy!
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KICKOUT!
No dice as Chris easily kicks out, but even though he is quick to his feet, Hardy is there waiting, kicking him in the gut and dropping him with clothesline, and once he gets up he drops his opponent again with another clothesline. Chris tries to duck the third time but gets kicked right in the stomach and put down with a swinging neck breaker. Hardy hooks a leg...
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KICKOUT!
Chris is still up to his feet rather quickly, but Matt is ready for him, and hits him with the Side Effect! Seemingly down for the count, Matt makes his way over for a second time, perching up on the second rope. He once again taunts the crowd, and lands perfectly with the leg drop, and makes yet another pinning attempt...
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KICKOUT!
Hardy is all smiles as he nods in approval. He bides his time, waiting in the corner for Chris to get up, getting the crowd going with a "DELETE" chant. He measures Jericho up, and as soon as he is able, kicks him in the gut, setting up for the Twist of Fate. As soon as he rotates to bring him down, Jericho shoves Matt forward, and when Matt turns around he gets hit with a Codebreaker out of nowhere! The champ makes a lack luster cover...
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DING! DING! DING!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE UWF CHAMPION, CHRIS JERICHO!
The referee is in the ring checking on the loser of the match, as Jericho goes over to the timekeeper area to grab his belt. He laughs at Hardy in the ring as he begins to make his way up the ramp.
COREY GRAVES: Uh oh this is about to get crazy.
Jericho stops about half way up the ramp because Vinny has not moved a single inch since the start of the match, His eyes are locked in only on the champ. Jericho begins to slowly take a step backwards when all of a sudden Vinny flinches ever so slightly, and Jericho falls backwards, quickly getting back to his feet and grabs his belt. He heads over to a member of the arena security staff and has them clear a path as he hops over the barrier and heads to the back via the crowd to avoid any confrontation with his challenger at Summerslam.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Palmer Cannon is shown in his office, chipping away at some paperwork. Some sixth sense tingles and he looks up before any the interruption can... uh... interrupt him. Anyway, he's totally alert when Larry Sweney barges through the door.
Sweeney: Cannon!
Cannon: Larry... I'm very busy at the moment, can this wait?
Mr. Sweet and Sour parks himself at Cannon's desk, neverminding an invitation to do so. He drops all three of his title belts on the table in front of him - the linear UWF Championship, the linear UWF Television Championship and the crown jewel, the UWF Transatlantic Championship. Palmer scans them over his glasses.
Cannon: I really should confiscate those -
Sweeney: Ha! You wish you could, pal! But I'd see your ass in court tomorrow! I'm a student of history, Cannon. I save myself the trouble of making mistakes by learning from everyone else's. Take the Jacksons, for example. They stole their officially unofficial belts. Me? I've still got the receipts for all of 'em. The obvious difference, of course, being that I earned each and every -
Cannon: I wouldn't dare to attempt to navigate your uh... how can I put this... "mindset"... but I believe that by your logic, The Velveteen Dream is now the owner of those.
Larry looks deeply offended by the suggestion, but then laughs it off.
Sweeney: Ahahaah! Yeah! Good one Cannon! Real funny. Comedian, eh? I might've known by your selection of suits. But no... no, no, no, sir, that fancy-schmancy piece of work did not beat me last week. Just like Vinny Marseglia in the King of the Ring finals, he went outside of the rules to steal a victory that ought to have been overturned by now! I mean, what are we, in the 1960's here? Huh? We've got instant replay, fella. We've got millions of viewers all around the world who saw that goofy punk take a handfull of tights and put his feet on the ropes.So what I'm wondering is why this company employs incompetent officials, why there's this policy on refusing to correct obvious mistakes, and why am I constantly being subjected to this.. this... promotional malpractice!?!? Huh??
Cannon: So you're saying the titles weren't on the line last week? I thought you didn't believe in non-title contests?
Sweeney: You're not listening! I didn't lose last week, but to answer your question, no. Only the elite, the truly deserving get a shot at my gold. I defend against my peers or I defend against no one, and since I have no peers, I defend against no one.
Cannon: Quite the policy. Look, Larry, I don't know what to tell you. Even if I wanted to, reversing a decision like that isn't my -
Larry, looking around the office and finding no clues to help him, cuts Palmer off, asking...
Sweeney: Yeah... what exactly is it you do anyway? Am I even talking to the right person? Ha! That's it, isn't it? This is the racket. You stooges are tryna to game Ol' Larry, huh? Send me wandering through the bureaucratic rat race maze, hoping I'll get lost somewhere along the way while I bounce between the offices and stations of powerfless, dimwit schlubs? Nope! Not gonna happen. So I'll just tell you how it's gonna be and you can pass the info up the grapevine to the appropriate authorities.
My brand isn't going to suffer any more hack jobs by this sham of an organization! No sir! Sweet n' Sour Inc. can't afford to be victimized by this... this series of systemic failures at the hands of your over-paid and under-trained referees who wouldn't know a three count from threesome. As such, I've decided to employ, on my own dime, something of an insurance policy. I'm bringing in someone to watch my back, someone who will make sure there's no more funny business keeping me from winning these matches the way I should be. Maybe I'll get him to do the books, too. Yeah. An intern, ya know! Ha! He'll probably be a tax write-off. A little bitta charity work from Uncle Larry - just imagine the wisdom this person will gain from being under my wing. Hell Cannon, I might just create the next big thing and by the time you realize it, you'll be begging me to let you sign him! Oh yeah, I can see it now. This is gonna be huge. A win-win, too, cause for the first time since I've been here, I'll know that I've got somebody else around town who has the first and only ever Triple Champ - Larry Sweeney's best interest in mind.
Keep your eyes peeled, nerd. Big changes are coming around here! Ha!
Sweeney collects his title belts and storms out of the office, leaving an annoyed Palmer Cannon to finish whatever it is he's working on. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a six man tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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
Suzuki stands in the corner emotionless as he waits for the bell to ring
Tony Chimel: And his partner...
ADAM COLE BAY BAY
'Close Your Eyes And Count to F*ck' explodes through the speakers announcing the imminent arrival of Adam Cole, and the crowd reacts accordingly. After allowing a couple of seconds to build anticipation Cole strides out from the back, smiling as he absorbs the reaction.
Cole starts to make his way down the ramp, locking eyes with the camera as he does and begins addressing it directly
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Panama City, Florida, weighing in at 210lbs, Adam Cole!
Cole enters the ring, skips to the middle. He stands head bowed, point one finder towards him and in one single motion;
ADAM COLE BAY BAY!
Tony Chimel: And their partner...
Tony Chimel: And now introducing, from Milwaukee Wisconsin, weighing in at 202 pounds, Austin Aries!
The already pumped up crowd leaps up to their feet hearing the music of one of the hottest talents in UWF today, Austin Aries. As the crowd cheers him on, Aries appears up on the stage from behind the backstage curtain. Aries looks more than ready this evening, walking out with a look of pure confidence. He casually walks down to the ring, ensuring he slaps some high fives from the local fans before leaping up on to the apron and entering the ring. Aries spends a moment climbing up on each corner and posing for the fans who may want to snap a photo of him.
Tony Chimel: And introducing their opponents. First...
The guitar riff is a sonic haze, chugging out through the PA and filling the arena from the floor up. No fireworks accompany the tune, the lights don't dim or flash or flicker. All the snap, crackle and pop necessary is provided by the man himself...
Chimel: Weighing in at 183 pounds... from Chicago, Illinois... The UWF Transatlantic Champion, Larry Sweeney!
The Mastermind behind Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. He's dressed to the nines. Decked out. Snazzy as all hell and ready to go. He's sporting his trademark grin, laughing and shouting some cocksure spiel that's lost under the rock classic.
Wrapped around his waist is the crown jewel of professional wrestling - the UWF Transatlantic Championship - the most prestigious title belt in the whole, entire world, and certainly the company. It's his pride and joy.
Sweeney reaches the ring, walks the stairs and climbs through the ropes to enter the squared circle. Brushing past the Referee, Larry crosses the ring and climbs the far turnbuckle. He undoes his belt to hold his championship high - reminding the world about exactly who he is. Once he's satisfied that he's been appropriately recognized, Sweeney climbs down, hands his title off to the ringside hand and gets ready to compete.
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 partner, already in the ring. From San Francisco, California and weighing 251 pounds, Jimmy Uso!
A huge pop from the crowd as Jimmy waves and smiles to them. The introductions settled, the official conducts his pre-match checks and then calls for the starting bell.
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and Minoru Suzuki is getting things going against Zack Ryder. The pair circle one another before Ryder moves in for a tie-up, but as he does Suzuki strikes him on the chest with an open-palmed blow! Ryder stumbles around and sells the strike like an idiot, but when he turns back toward Suzuki, the Man with the Worst Personality in the World grabs him by the hair and starts relentlessly headbutting him! Ryder's knees start wobbling after five, six, seven brutal headbutts from Suzuki, but the crossover star's grip on his skull keeps the Aussie sympathizer on his feet.
Tom Phillips: You know, I always thought Minoru Suzuki had a thick skull, but now I see the proof!
Corey Graves: I bet you'd never say that to his face.
After ten headbutts, Suzuki pauses for a moment and licks his lips, the fans buzzing with anticipation for what will come next. Suzuki pulls Ryder in and drops him with a snapmare! As Ryder hits the canvas ass-first, Suzuki hits the ropes and then surges forward and kicks him in the face the way Beckham would kick a soccer ball, planting Ryder hard on the mat. Zack rolls away — and toward the wrong corner. Suzuki follows, using the ropes for leverage after tagging in Adam Cole and stomping away at Ryder until Cole enters the ring. When the Panama City Playboy is in, Suzuki steps out, and Cole doubles over to pull Ryder to his feet before sending him off the ropes opposite. As Ryder rebounds, Cole doubles over but gets hit with a running knee to the side of the head! Cole flops to the canvas like a bag of potatoes and Ryder pounces, mounting him and connecting with a few closed-fist strikes to the face. Finally the Aussie sympathizer gets to his feet and heads to his corner, tagging in Larry Sweeney!
Corey Graves: Here comes the company's only triple champion...
Tom Phillips: Graves, you do know that none of those titles are official, right?
Corey Graves: You and your details.
Sweeney struts on over to Cole, who by now has found his feet, and when the Transatlantic Champion gets close Cole lashes out with a kick aimed at his gut. Unfortunately for the Panama City Playboy, Sweet n' Sour has it scouted and catches the boot, then spins Cole right around before unloading with a flurry of calculated left and right jabs!
Mauro Ranallo: Larry Sweeney throwing it back with a good old-fashioned shake, rattle and roll!
As Cole starts to get really groggy, Sweeney finishes him off with a bionic elbow that sends him sprawling to the mat. Larry then cocks a fist and dashes over, dropping it unceremoniously on Cole's face before hooking the leg.
1...
2...
...NO!
Sweeney could have finished it there, but instead he breaks his own cover, laughing as the fans boo at the blatant show of disrespect. The Transatlantic Champion then gets to his feet, pulling Cole to his own, and sends him into the corner. Sweeney follows and hits a few knee thrusts to Cole's gut before tagging in Jimmy Uso! As Sweeney does so, he snapmares Cole out of the corner and then Jimmy leapfrogs the rope to hit a leg drop! Uso immediately hooks the leg.
1...
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...NO!
Tom Phillips: Adam Cole showing some ring awareness by putting a foot on the ropes to force a rope break.
Jimmy gets to his feet and pulls Cole up to his vertical base, as well, immediately hooking him into a suplex clutch and lifting him up and over with a vertical suplex. Cole hits the canvas hard and sits up bracing his back, but as he does this Uso hits the ropes in front of him and slides in with a nasty clothesline that lays Cole flat out! Uso quickly kips back up and grabs both of Cole's ankles, lifting his legs off the canvas before hitting a midsection legdrop! The fans pop as Uso rolls backward to his feet once again, runs and leaps over Cole and up onto the middle rope, and then springboards into a moonsault! Uso hooks the leg!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy Uso with the springboard moonsault and he's going for the cover!
Tom Phillips: These fans are just eating this right up.
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...NO!
Just before the three-count, Minoru Suzuki breaks up the pin! Uso gets to his feet and stares at Minoru, who laughs a derisive laugh. Uso shoves him and Suzuki loses a step, then comes right back with a slap to the face! Immediately the official gets in Suzuki's face and orders him back to his corner, and Suzuki listens and heads there. Uso grabs Cole at that point, pulling him to his feet, then sends him into his own team's corner before motioning for Suzuki to come and get some!
Corey Graves: Jimmy Uso giving Adam Cole an easy exit from this match and that could come back to bite him in the ass.
It's clear Larry Sweeney agrees with Graves as he shouts, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT?!?" from across the ring. Jimmy turns and looks at him, and then shrugs as Suzuki tags himself into the match by clapping Cole on the shoulder. Minoru enters the ring and Uso turns to face him. There's a momentary staredown before Suzuki charges, looking for a lariat! Uso ducks it, however, and slips in behind to lift Suzuki off the apron and drop him down with a full nelson bomb! Suzuki grunts as he lands with a hard impact, Jimmy grabbing him by both shoulders and forcing him down to the canvas before hooking the leg.
1...
...NO!
Suzuki kicks out and both man move quickly to get their feet, then take off full tilt at one another and connect with a tandem clothesline! They each hit the ring hard, and both are winded as they writhe on the canvas, the fans popping. Sweeney leans into the ring as much as he can and calls for the hot tag from Jimmy while Austin Aries, eager to get into this match as the only man who hasn't as yet, calls for the tag himself from Adam Cole. Both men start to crawl toward their corners, and both men make the hot tag simultaneously — except Jimmy doesn't tag in Sweeney, he tags in Ryder instead!
Mauro Ranallo: Hot tag!
Corey Graves: Larry Sweeney doesn't seem to think it's so hot.
Sweeney seems exasperated as Ryder enters the ring and charges Aries, but catches an elbow to the face instead. Aries then lands an ugly chop on Ryder's chest that sends him stumbling for the ropes, and the Greatest Man That Ever Lived quickly closes, trapping Ryder against the ropes as he unloads with a flurry of seven subsequent chops. Ryder looks totally out of it as Aries hip tosses him to the canvas, then heads for the ropes opposite, rebounds and hits a running elbow drop. Aries hooks the leg.
1...
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...NO!
Aries breaks his own cover as he sees Sweeney moving in for the save. Larry quickly backs off and steps back outside of the ring, leaving Aries glaring at the downed Ryder, shaking his head. Aries then gets to his feet and pulls Ryder to his own before lifting him up and hitting a straight up brainbuster! The fans pop as The Greatest Man That Ever Lived gets to his feet and points to the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: It looks like Austin Aries is going to the high rent district!
Corey Graves: I don't get it. Why take the risk? Style points?
Aries climbs to the top quickly and looks down at the prone Ryder, then leaps off and hits the 450 splash! He hooks the leg as both Jimmy and Larry enter the ring to make the save, but Suzuki and Cole do as well and the four men start to brawl as the official counts the pinfall.
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...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners, the team of Austin Aries, Minoru Suzuki and Adam Cole!
Tom Phillips: Austin Aries did it! He went high, took the risk and it paid off with a big reward here: a victory!
Corey Graves: Larry Sweeney was robbed. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Jimmy Uso was robbed. The wrong team won tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: While that is still up for some discussion, what is not up for debate is the fact Austin Aries just scored a huge victory for his team here tonight.
Sweeney waves dismissively at the result of the match after downing Cole, and then heads immediately for the back. Jimmy is knocked out of the ring by Suzuki, but manages to drag the fallen Ryder out while Aries celebrates with his teammates, who seem happy to have claimed victory here tonight. The feed moves along.
The scene opens to see a black screen where suddenly a man waving his head around is seen, the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll’s face flash up on the screen. A scratching noise is heard as these images continue in black and white.
Suddenly the Villain disappears and colour returns to the screen. The Villain walks onto the shot where he faces the camera man. He circles his head around and takes a deep breath before beginning to speak. His glasses reflect off a shot of what is in front of him.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Tonight… tonight I face a lost man. A man who doesn’t seem to realise where he is or who he is dealing with. A man who is so brainless he runs the place that he’s lost in. A man who is nothing more than a numpty. This man who thinks he’s above everything seems to think that he’s above an opportunity. An opportunity to go to war with the world’s most gifted technician that graces the earth. Myself. I’ve always told the truth about my next move, that’s most likely why I don’t possess any gold to this date.”
Marty reaches down and grabs a bottle of Villain Energy and swigs it down as his arm jolts in reaction to drinking it.
“But that changes. That changes tonight when I beat the Velveteen Dream one on one in the middle of the ring. It seems as if he’s not noticed where the Villain is coming from other than recent times. He seems to have only realised that you, watching this, don’t care about mine or his well being. You don’t care about what I do after my match, you just want to be entertained for 10… 20 minutes maybe? I get that, you buy the tickets that pay for me to do this. So why should I care about you?”
“Why should I care about any of you if all you’re going to do is boo me or shout a slur straight at me. I’ve even been spited at in the past by one of you revolting people. That’s why I do whatever I want. That’s why I don’t offer entertainment but a massacre. And tonight? I don’t plan to change my plan. It’s been the same thing since day one and it ain’t changed.”
Marty pauses to change the subject from his pain inflicting ideology.
“This massacre continues onto Summerslam next week. When you’ll see me in the Battle Royal with my hand held high after I throw each and every numpty over the top rope. And when you see Daniel Bryan’s hand held high after he demolishes that old man known as Hunter Hearst Helmsley. I mean why is he still knocking around here? The Villain beat him 3 times already jesus. On the same show you’ll see the official launch party of Villain Energy.”
“Music, ladies and one hell of a drink to go with it, Villain Energy. I mean what could be better? The world’s best drink at the world’s best party. Me and Nigel will be up there, silencing all competition on the Karaoke. Celebrating a good evening.”
“Long. Live. The Villain.”
Marty Scurll walks away off the screen as UWF heads elsewhere.
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.
“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.
Velveteen is perched in the corner laying over both ropes connecting to the turnbuckle, Dream is eagerly awaiting for Scurll to remove his his mask and coat with intent, Dream has a raised eyebrow as Scurll removes his entrance gear, Marty looking straight at Dream with a scorching look...
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.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Velveteen smoothly gets off the ropes as he lands on his feet he begins strutting around circling Scurll who is trying to get an advantageous look in to start the match, Nigel McGuinness bangs on the apron as Velveteen and Scurll lock up, Dream is able to get a hold around Scurll's neck with his height advantage, Velveteen goes for a running bulldog but Scurll is able to get his neck out of the hold as he falls back into the rope as Dream continues to run to the other side of the ring, Both men bounce back towards each other at full momentum, Scurll ducks the clothesline attempt from Dream, Scurll stops in his tracks, As Dream turns around Marty acts like he is going for a super kick but Dream uses both arms to cover his head, Scurll super kicks the knees out from under Dream, Scurll offers Dream a hand who is on his knees, Dream goes to take Scurll's hand as he pulls it back at last second and streaks it through his hair, Scurll sends up a knee to the jaw of Dream, the knee connects and is heard throughout the arena as Dream looks out of it...
Tom Phillip: "What a knee from Scurll, Dream looks like he is on dream street."
Corey Graves: "That's why you never trust a villain, Tom."
Scurll bends down to pull Velveteen's hair, Dream is pulling himself up using Scurll's tights, the referee is out of position as Dream hits Scurll with a low blow, Scurll falls down to his knees, like a sack of potatoes, Velveteen holds his chin as he looks towards Scurll holding his groin. Dream slaps Scurll in the face as Scurll looks at Dream shocked, Scurll backhands Dream with a vicious chop to the chest of Dream, Velveteen smacks Scurll with a harder slap, Scurll retaliates with an even louder chop to the chest of Velveteen, Dream looks like the chop hits him like a shotgun blast, Dream falls back in pain. Scurll gets to his feet slowly, Dream rolls around in agony from the chop. Scurll looks at a Dream with pity. Dream gets to his feet holding his chest in agony, Scurll runs at Dream as he launches himself towards the Dream hitting him with a shotgun drop kick sending the Dream into the turnbuckles, Dreams head and back snap over the turnbuckle with force, Scurll quickly gets to his feet and runs at Dream in the corner, The Dream ducks out of the way of a body splash from Scurll. Dream sends back a super kick to the back of Scurll's neck the impact is heard throughout the arena....
Tom Phillips: "What a superkick to the back of the neck of Scurll from Dream, Scurll looks out of it,"
Dream goes over to Scurll draped over the top rope, Dream puts his head between Scurll's legs, Dream stands up and has Scurll in an electric chair, Dream moves towards the middle of the ring, Dream grabs onto Scurll's head, Dream drops to his knees, Scurll is sent forwards landing on the back of his neck, Dream keeps Scurll's legs hooked under his armpits...
One!
Two!
Scurll rolls as he uses his legs to pull Dream over onto his back, Scurll pulls up both legs of Dream...
One!
Dream Kicks Out!....
Scurll gets to his feet as Dream quickly gets to his feet following him, Scurll pretends to go for a super kick, Dream stands there wiggles his finger as he shakes his head saying "No", Dream quickly grabs around the legs of Scurll lifting him to his shoulders, Dream goes for a Death Valley Driver but Scurll grabs onto Dreams hand, Scurll takes hold of Dreams finger as he uses his knees to flip himself off Dreams Shoulders, the snap of the finger is heard throughout the arena, Scurll smiles as Dream looks in utter shock from what the villain had just done, Scurll twirls his mustache to taunt the UWF Audience...
Mauro Ranallo: "The sound of bone breaking is something you'll quite never get used to unless you are the villainous Marty Scurll this man and Nigel Guinness make me sick, Scurll is just a sick and sadistic man..."
Scurll turns around to Dream who is holding his hand close to his chest while he is on his knees, Scurll puts his hands on Dream's head as he looks to the crowd with a huge smirk, all of a sudden Scurll is lifted to the shoulders of Dream, Scurll has no time to react as Dream hits the Death Valley Driver on Scurll, Dream holds his hand to his chest as he makes his way to the corner, Dream climbs to the top rope, where he taunts the crowd before he leaps for his signature 'Purple Rainmaker' Scurll moves out of the way Dream crashes and as soon as he lands Scurll locks in the cross face chicken wing on Dream, Dream is struggling to release the hold, Scurll pulls back as he cinches his legs around the waist of Scurll, Dream looks like he is fading, McGuinness on the outside of the ring is banging on the ring apron in support of Scurll, Scurll cinches back on the hold as Dream screams in pain, Dream tries to go for a rope break as he uses his legs to slide both the men towards the rope, Dream is about to get hold of the rope as the rope is pulled back out of reach by no other than Nigel McGuinness...
Tom Phillips: "McGuinness is as bad as the scourge that is Marty Scurll...."
The Referee starts telling McGuinness to let go off the rope as he does, Dream puts his thumb in the eye of Scurll, McGuinness lets go of the rope as he sees Dream grabbing onto the rope forcing Scurll to let go of the hold, Dream gets to his feet using the ropes as a guide, Scurll slowly gets to his feet holding his eye which was poked, Scurll looks like the eye is having issues but the match must go on, Scurll moves towards Dream, The Dream sends a punch to the side of the face of the eye he poked, Scurll is unable to react to the punch in time. Scurll is sent to the ground from the punch, Scurll slowly gets to his feet as Dream runs to the ropes as he bounces back with full momentum Dream hits a running clothesline, Dream goes for the pin...
One!
Two!
Scurll Kicks Out!...
Corey Graves: "Scurll won't be put down with such a simple move, Who does this Dream think he is, Scurll is about to make his reality a nightmare. They may be friends outside the ring but when inside that ring that is the place friendships are tested"
Dream wipes his mouth as he gets to his feet, Scurll is slowly getting to his knees, Dream goes to the ropes again, Scurll ducks Dream who went for another clothesline, Scurll turns around towards The Dream who stopped behind Scurll, Dream is waiting for the villain as he does he turns around into a Swinging Spike DDT, Dream goes for a pin...
One!
Two!
Thr..
Scurll Kicks Out at 2.9!
Dream looks annoyed at Scurll kicking out, Dream grabs onto Scurll's hair as he lifts him to his feet, Dream swings Scurll into the corner at full force, Scurll flips over the turnbuckle landing on his feet on the apron, Dream looks at Scurll in intrigue, Scurll pulls down on the rope leaping onto the second rope, Scurll balances on the top rope before he jumps towards Dream, Scurll pulls out a moonsault, Scurll crashes into Dream with an impact, Scurll lands on his feet as Dream is sent to the ground, Dream gets to his knees as Scurll climbs up the turnbuckles closest to him, he stands on the second ropes as Dream slowly gets to his feet, Scurll jumps sending out a knee towards Dream, who moves out of the way of the knee, Dream grabs onto the back Scurll's head, Dream has Scurll in an inverted DDT hold, Dream looks pleased with this situation, Dream brings down Scurll with a vicious looking inverted DDT, Scurll is pulled out of the ring by McGuinness....
Mauro Ranallo: "Dream with a vicious inverted DDT, Dream looks happy with the results..."
Dream looks at a loss as McGuinness smiles, Dream gets out of the ring to confront McGuinness, Scurll comes from nowhere pushing him into the ring post, Dream's head is bounced off the steel post, Scurll throws Dream into the ring quickly, Scurll follows quickly after, Marty goes for the cover...
One!
Two!
Dream Kicks Out at 2!
Scurll quickly gets off Dream as he moves towards the corner where he moves his arm up and down signaling Dream to stand, Dream is slowly getting to his knees, Scurll is in the corner stalking Dream, he becomes impatient and quickly jumps and hits a flying european uppercut to Dream who is on his knees, Scurll goes for a pin again...
One!
Two!
Thr..
Dream Kicks Out at 2.9!
Scurll is on his knees he looks to Dream who is barely moving after the uppercut, Scurll gets to his feet as he lifts Dream up, Scurll gets Dream in position for an kneeling reverse pile driver, Dream places his hands on his floor, Dream hits Scurll with a frakensteiner reversing Scurll's attempt, Scurll is sent across the ring, Dream is in a superhero landing pose as he looks across the ring....
Corey Graves: "What a reversal by Dream of what looked like a pile driver attempt by Scurll, Dream having the awareness to let his arms down to get some movement to hit that frakensteiner reversal..."
Dream runs at Scurll as he gets to his knee, Dream swings a knee at the jaw of Scurll, Scurll moves his head back dodging Scurll's knee, Dream swings a hard elbow towards Scurll, Scurll ducks the elbow attempt, Scurll sends up a palm hitting Scurll in the neck, Marty attempts to hit Dream with a leg sweep, Dream jumps the sweep like a jump rope, Dream smiles at Scurll, Marty hits an arm drag on Dream, Dream and Scurll look back at each other, Dream and Scurll look towards eachother as they both rush to the middle of the ring where they rapidly trade loose punches, Dream lifts up Scurll and drops him on his knee, Scurll falls back into the ropes, Scurll steps back towards Dream hitting Dream with a chop that is heard throughout the arena, Dream steps back into the ropes as he holds his chest in pain,
Dream quickly goes for a roll up...
One!
Two!
Scurll reverses the roll up attempt...
One!
Two!
Dream reverses the pinfall back into his favor...
One!
Two!
Scurll reverses the roll up attempt AGAIN!...
One!
Two!
Tom Phillips: ""
Dream rolls through Scurll standing to his feet, Scurll on the shoulders of Dream, Dream looks like he has a grand idea to finish off Scurll, Dream carefully stands on the second ropes in the corner still keeping Scurll on his shoulder showing immense strength, Dream stops for a second before hitting Scurll with an avalanche death valley driver, as soon as the move impacts the ground, Dream cartwheels off Scurll's body, Dream quickly makes his way towards the corner, he climbs the ropes, Dream looks both ways before he taunts the crowd before leaping towards Scurll, Dream hits the 'Purple Rainmaker', Dream quickly scrambles to hook both legs of Scurll
One!
Two!
Three!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Tony Chimel: "The winner of this match, The Velveteen Dream!”
Dream has his arm raised by the UWF official, Dream looks excited
Dream struts around the ring as he looks over confident with the well deserved win over Scurll, Dream looks at Scurll as they both nod towards each other, Dream continues his celebration as Scurll and McGuinness clear the ring to leave Dream celebrate, Dream lays down in the middle of the ring with one hand under his chin looking down the hardcam...
The scene opens up to Michael Cole backstage. He has a serious look to his face as he begins to look into the camera and speak.
Michael Cole: "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you for joining me today. I am pleased and thrilled to present to everyone, an exclusive interview with the Kingslayer: Seth Rollins. In one short week he will be engaging in a full on battle at Summer Slam. He will be taking on none other than the Zombie Princess himself, and the Money in the Bank Winner: Jimmy Jacobs. Seth Rollins, how are you doing tonight and what are your thoughts on your upcoming match?"
The camera turns to face Seth Rollins.
Seth Rollins: "I'm feeling pretty great actually. I'm more than ready for the challenge that awaits me at Summer Slam. The writing has been on the wall not only the last few months, but the last few years. I look forward to finally getting the chance to fight Jimmy in the ring. It's been a fight that I've been craving for a while. He has proved over the course of this year, that he isn't a man to be taken lightly. He is a remorseless man who is quite frankly the opposite of his own moniker. But at Summer Slam, I'm going to lay all of that talk to rest when I put him down for the count at Summer Slam. There won't be any time for games and no chances for any ambushes. This time, it's finally going to be us duking it out one-on-one."
Michael Cole: "This isn't going to be your ordinary match. It is a Three Stages of Hell match. The first match is going to be a singles match. The second fall is going to be listed as a street fight. And the third fall is a match that the UWF has yet to ever seen in entire history: a Hangman Horror's match. Do any of those match types illicit any types of feelings from you Seth?"
Seth Rollins: "Absolutely not Michael. There hasn't been a day in my life where I've feared Jimmy Jacobs or any man on this earth. I know damn well that I can beat Jimmy Jacob's in a single's contest. There is no if and's or but's about it. Soon as that bell rings, I'm going to rip that man to shreds and prove to everyone in the world why Seth Rollins is the best damn entertainer on the whole roster. This match probably is only going to the second fall. Because there is no damn way in hell that Jimmy Jacobs can beat me in a street fight!"
"There are no rules in a street fight. I can take a cheese grater and rake the skin off of his face until it all peels away like a fruit. I can curb stomp his face into any surface I desire: like the steel steps. Anything that is a weapon, can be utilized and taken advantage of. As soon as that second bell rings, I'm coming for blood. I'm coming for revenge. I'm going to clip the wings of the Zombie Princess and make sure that it can no longer fly."
"If it just so happens to even make it to the third fall, that's where I will do the most damage. I'll make sure I implant in his skull who the better man is. Sure he may be the Money in the Bank winner, but none of that is going to matter when we fight in the Devil's playpen. This bad blood is personal. If it makes it to the third fall, I can assure you that I will asphyxiate Jimmy Jacobs and hang him up like a wet pair of clothes."
"This is a man who has been in my side like a thorn for vast majority of the year. Him and Vampiro teamed up to try and take me down. They failed. The only thing they succeeded at was keeping me out of the Main Event at WrestleMania, a place that my face should have been all over. I vanquished Vampiro in a Hell in a Cell for trying my patience, and now it's Jimmy Jacob's turn to feel my wrath."
"This time he doesn't have anyone to hide behind and let them fight his battles. He has to face the problem that he should have let go a long time ago. But it's time for Jimmy to finally see the judge, and at Summer Slam that is exactly what is going to happen. He is going to trial for all his sins and offenses against me. But I am the judge, jury and executioner and I am going to deal with him appropriately when the time comes."
Michael Cole: "This is the type of match that is career shortening as well as career defining. You both are two of the UWF's most prized and polarizing figures and competitors. As a matter of fact, Jimmy is the MITB winner because he outlasted you and numerous other stars in a ladder match. Is there any doubt in your mind that you may be lacking with it takes to come out of Summer Slam as a winner?"
Seth Rollins: "Hell Nah."
Michael Cole: "I can hear the confidence in your voice. But your track record says other wise. You lost in the final four of the KOTR Tournament last month when you lost to the eventual winner Vinny. You lost in the Money in the Bank ladder match. You lost the Intercontinental Championship at WrestleMania. And you lost the qualifying match to headline WrestleMania before that. What makes you so confident that this time will be any different than those?"
Seth Rollins: "You really know how to piss me off Michael Cole. There is truth to your words, I have dropped the ball when I had the opportunity to control my won fate. But this is different.This is personal. This is bad blood. This is when I get my revenge served on a hot plate. This is isn't about glory or accolades. This is just going to be a good ol' fashioned fight with broken bones and alot of blood shed. This is survival. This is an all out fight. This is going to be a brawl that I will win. At Summer Slam, I am going to slay the beast that is Jimmy Jacobs and I'm going to beat him at his own sick and sadistic background."
The feed takes us to a backstage area where Triple H is psyching himself up for his main match.
TRIPLE H
Jimmy Jacobs and Daniel Bryan. They're not so different, when you cut right down to the heart of who they are as people. They're so convinced of their own abilities that they can't even see the forest for the trees. Well, Jimmy, let me tell you all about the forest: it's dark, it's dangerous, and it's deadly. And when you wander into that forest tonight, moments from now, you won't stand a chance of survival. Because in that forest, an alpha predator prowls. That alpha predator? That's me. And I'm very hungry. So take this as your final warning. Stay back here. Don't come out there. I won't be held responsible for what happens to you if you do.
The feed abruptly cuts off.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's Main Event!
"Walking, there were thousands of us, nothing like I've seen before;
With the ice beneath us, our feet where frozen and our clothes where torn"
" ~ But it will be a cold day in hell before I fall ~ "
The crowd seems bitter and begin to boo as the hit track of The Raven Age hits the PA system. The superstar in question to walk out through the curtain is the newly crowned "Mr. Money In The Bank", Jimmy Jacobs, with his prize held by his side.
He stops atop the stage, and the confidence is clear on his face. A look of defiance and smugness can be seen as well as if this moment was pre-determined. The kicking theme of his gets his foot tapping before he heads down. With such confidence, he sways himself down the entrance ramp and to the hard cam side of the ring. He hops atop the apron, putting the briefcase's handled in between his teeth, looking out to the sea of hateful people.
Tony Chimel: "From Dearborn, Michigan, weighing in at 179 Pounds, he is the owner of the Money In The Bank briefcase, "The Zombie Princess", Jimmy Jacobs!"
He grabs the briefcase and climbs up atop the turnbuckle post, lifting his prize high above his head to a tremendous wave of heat. He hops down from the post, kisses his briefcase, hands it to a ring assistant, and removes his jacket. The assistant places the briefcase next to the ring keepers area, and Jacobs shakes his wrists in anticipation.
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "King Nothing" by Metallica hits the arena soundsytem, the fans respond with a heavily mixed reaction to the man they know is coming. In short order, Triple H emerges from the back in his ring gear, looking absolutely ferocious as he takes a big swig from a bottle of water in his hand and then spits it out in a mist before him, which he walks through on his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing 255 pounds, Triple H!
As Hunter hits the foot of the ramp, he walks directly toward the apron and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up. HHH walks along the apron and scrapes his boots on it before stepping into the ring, heading straight for a corner to work the crowd, many of whom are actually still booing him.
After several seconds of this, Hunter climbs down off the turnbuckles and begins performing some pre-match stretches in his corner while he waits for the match to get underway.
Ding Ding Ding!
Triple H and Jimmy begin to trade punches. Jimmy begins to win the fist fight, until Triple block a punch and drills his thumb into the eye of Jimmy. Triple H begins to punch Jimmy in his face until he stumbles backwards. Triple H irish whips the Zombie Princess. When Jimmy bounces off the ropes, Triple H introduces his knee to his face. Jimmy goes crashing down to the mat hard. Triple H grabs him by his hair and clothesline Jimmy to the outside. The fans stand on their feet and scream as Triple H begins to taunt the crowd and Jimmy. Jimmy gets to his feet and stares back at Triple H. Jimmy re enters the ring and just stares a big hole through HHH.
Corey Graves: solid start to the action so far.
The two start trading blows again but this time Jimmy gets the better of Hunter. Jimmy kicks Hunter in the abdomen then hits him with a night fist chop that echos throughout the arena. Jimmy delivers another punch and then irish whips Triple H off the ropes. When Triple H bounces off of the ropes, Jimmy kicks him in the gut again. Jimmy then bounces off the ropes himself and uses his momentum to hit Hunter with a swinging neckbreaker. Jimmy gets up and smiles as he begins to stomp on Triple H's limbs. Triple H rallies to get back to his feet and punches Jimmy in the stomach before irish whipping him into the corner. Triple H charges after Jimmy but Jimmy moves out of the way and lets Triple H go flying sternum first into the corner. Triple H staggers backwards and Jimmy takes this opportunity to hit him with a russian leg sweep. Jimmy gets up and begins to drop repeated knees to the skull of Triple H until he is able to roll away from Jimmy and get back to his feet.
Triple H gets to his feet but has his back turned to Jimmy. Jimmy takes this opportunity to chop block Hunter from behind. Triple H drops to both knees and begins to hold his left knee. Jimmy begins to stomp at the left leg of Hunter, the same one he chopped from behind. Jimmy grabs Hunter knee and slams into the canvas and Hunter yells out in pain.
Tom Phillips: Jimmy beginning to single out the left leg of Hunter now.
Jimmy continues to stomp on the leg of Hunter, but he is able to get to vertical base again. Triple H quickly strikes and clotheslines Jimmy to the ground. Hunter takes a moment to check the condition of his leg. He readjust his knee pad and gets back to his feet. He grabs Jimmy by the hair and irish whips him to the corner. Triple H charges and hits Jimmy with a big time splash in the corner. Hunter then begins to hit Jimmy with multiple shoulder thrusts the each drive the wind out of Jimmy. Hunter hits him with a few quick punches and then lifts Jimmy up on the top turn buckle. Hunter then climbs to the second rope, and then the third rope. Hunter attempts a superplex, but Jimmy keeps holding onto the top rope blocking the superplex. Hunter hits Jimmy with a few more blows before going for it again, but Jimmy continues to hang on for dear life. Jimmy somehow slithers out from Hunters grasp and lands on the apron. Jimmy spreads Hunter's legs out from behind him and Hunter drops on the top turnbuckle crotch first. Hunter is holding his crotch and groan area as he is still somehow sitting on the top turnbuckle in immense pain. Jimmy then climbs back into the ring and turns his back to Triple H while hoisting him up over his head by the back of his armpits. Jimmy has Triple H up and pulls him out of the turnbuckle and slams him down with the razor edge like powerbomb. Hunter's body bounces off of the mat with a sickening thud. Jimmy covers The Game.
1...............
2..................
.........kickout!!
Corey Graves: A kickout at 2! Jacobs almost had the Game beat!
Tom Phillips: It's gonna take alot more than that to beat the former COO of this business.
Jimmy Jacobs goes back to exploiting the knee of Hunter. He rolls Triple H on his stomach and begins to jam the left knee into the mat over and over. Hunter eventually takes his right leg and hits Jimmy in the face with a very stiff kick. Jimmy falls to the ground and begins to hold his face and Triple H wobbles up to a vertical base. Jimmy rolls over and gets to a knee, and Triple H pounces. Hunter grabs Jimmy by the head and drills him with a DDT. Cover.
1............
2..........
......kickout!
Corey Graves: Another close call with another kickout at 2.5!
Triple H then mounts Jimmy and begins to hit with repeated blows to the head. Triple H then pulls Jimmy to his feet and irish whips him. When Jimmy bounces off the ropes, Triple H grabs him and delivers the Double A Spinebuster! Jimmy crumples to the mat and begins to hold his back as Triple H limps to his feet and does his signature pose. The crowd begins to go wild as the end is near. Triple H stalks Jimmy as he slowly gets to his feet. When Jimmy does get to his feet, Triple H spins him around and kicks him in the gut. HHH puts Jimmy's head between his legs and hooks his arms. He goes from the Pedigree but Jimmy monkey flips Hunter over him. Hunter drops on his spine and then receives a dropkick to the back of the head. Jimmy then lifts HHH up and hits him with a suplex.Jimmy lifts Hunter up once more and delivers a neck breaker. Jimmy then hits slams Hunters knee in the match a few more times before slapping on the figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring.. Hunter begins to scream out in pain as Jimmy has the hold locked in.
Hunter prys and tries to drag both of their bodies to the rope, but Jimmy pulls them back to the center of the ring anytime that Hunter is able to make any progress. Jimmy yell's at Triple H to tap out, but Hunter flips him off. Triple H starts trying to turn over, but Jimmy fights with all of his might not to let Triple H turn them both over so the pressure to the hold is reversed. After a few long moments of struggling, Hunter is able to turn over and the move is reversed! The pressure is on Jimmy Jacobs now! He screams out in agony before releasing the hold. The damage has been done to both of their legs though.
Mauro Ranallo: The figure four lock seems to have bitten Jimmy in the ass now.
Corey Graves: Triple H was able to reverse it and now it seems as if they both have some lower leg pain.
Tom Phillips: A calculated offense from Jimmy has seemingly backfired on him!
Corey Graves: Which man is going to be able to get the upper hand now?
Mauro Ranallo: I've got my money on the MITB holder!
Corey Graves: Well if I had to bet, It would be on a King and not a princess.
Tom Phillips: You aren't a betting man! You lost your whole savings in Vegas!
As soon as Jimmy gets to his feet, Triple H hits him with a face buster. Triple H charges at him with a clothesline, but Jimmy ducks. When Triple H turns back around, Jimmy kicks him in the gut, and goes for the Contra Code! But The Game catches him in mid air and slams Jimmy to the ground with a modified over the head back suplex! Both men take quite some time to get to their feet. But it's a race that Jimmy wins. Jimmy bounces off of the ropes for extra momentum and comes flying in at HHH boot first, but The Game ducks! But the boot still connects to the jaw of the ref! The ref is out cold!
Jimmy gets pissed off once he realizes what he has done. Triple H turns around, and Jimmy just delivers a vicious low blow by kicking Triple H in the ball. Hunter doubles over in pain and falls to his knees. Jimmy smiles and then exits the ring. He goes to the announcing table, and rummages around where the announcers feet are. He then pulls out a screw driver!!
Tom Phillips: The damn referee is out cold! Anything goes now!!
Corey Graves: You would think that with all of the money UWF is making now, they would invest in some sturdier refs.
Mauro Ranallo: How are you going to say that when you helped Jimmy hide a screw driver over here?!
Corey Graves: I didn't know that was there!!
Mauro Ranallo: He literally grabbed it right in front of where you were sitting!! What the hell do you mean?!
Jimmy then takes the screw driver and enters the ring again. He stalks Triple H as the fans all stand on their feet and begin to scream at the top of their lungs in anticipation. Jimmy continues to Stalk HHH as he slowly begins to pull himself to his feet. Jimmy can't wait to drive the screw driver into the flesh of Hunter, he is practically foaming out of the mouth. Just as soon Triple H uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, an unknown figure literally spring boards across the ring knee first, decking Jimmy Jacobs in the face!! The screw driver goes flying form his hand! The figure: is none other than the King Slayer: Seth Rollins!
Jimmy falls to both knees as Seth stands on the outside apron and looks at the damage that he has done with one spring board knee. Triple H is holding onto the ropes and begins to stare at Seth Rollins. Seth stares back at Hunter..... and then enters the ring once more. Seth continues his big time stare down of Hunter, before jumping up and delivering a vicious curbstomp to Jimmy Jacobs! Jimmy's head bounces off the mat like a basketball and his eyes shut. Seth rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp backwards never taking his glare off of Hunter. Hunter continues to stare at Seth as he makes his way all the way up the ramp. Hunter has not moved or changed his expression since Seth enter the fray.
After a few moments Hunter slithers over to Jimmy and begins to scoop his lifeless up as the ref begins to make it to his feet as well. Triple H pulls Jimmy Jacobs up and sets him up for the ride. He bends Jimmy over and hooks his arms up, and Triple H delivers a nasty pedigree. HHH goes for the cover. The ref counts....
.......................1!!
.....................2!!
.....................3!!!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner:
Triple H!
Tom Phillips: Looks like Hunter needs to thank Seth for this big time win.
Corey Graves: Couldn't agree more, Tom. What a disgusting finish to what was a great match.
Hunter is left staring up the ramp while Jacobs lies still at his feet. The fans are buzzing, unsure how to react to all that has transpired, as the show draws to its close.
-=END OF SHOW=-
Credits:
Bate vs Guevara - Semi
Punk vs Gulak - Bodor
Miz vs Rude - Tapout/Crann
Scurll vs Dream - Jye
Raven vs Low Ki, 6 Man - Crann
Hardy vs Jericho - Redbull
Jacobs vs HHH - Destruction