Revolution 9/12/18

[Danny]

Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing the excited faces of the UWF faithful. The whole crowd seemingly chant "UWF! UWF! UWF!" in a never ending fashion. The camera then cuts to ringside where Tom Phillips and Corey Graves are standing by.





Tom Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Revolution!


Corey Graves: I want Mauro back!


Tom Phillips: Looks like you're stuck with me pal. I'm Tom Phillips and with me in my broadcast partner, former International Champion Corey Graves.


Corey Graves: Luckily the shows will be shorter now so I don't have to put up with you as long. That's why I can't wait until the main event when we see Larry Sweeney make mince meat out of Triple H.


Tom Phillips: We'll also see the debut of Elias as well as a Champion vs Champion match.


Corey Graves: If that wasn't enough, the UFC Champion will take on Brian Kendrick and Austin Aries goes one on one with Tyler Bate. Speaking of, let's check on Aries right now.



Austin Aries is in the back somewhere getting ready for his match...and appears to be...having a conversation with himself?



AUSTIN ARIES

This brand expansion is exactly what Austin Aries needed. Now I know what your thinking...why Austin? Weren't you doing well before? Well to answer your question YES I was doing just fine. The problem with just fine is that it gets you absolutely nowhere and fast. I have been stuck here in neutral since I got here and that needs to change. What's that? How do you plan to do that Austin? That is a fantastic question it's almost like you know me! Well step one consists of me getting my head out of my ass and being what it is I know I am and that is the greatest man that ever lived. Now I must admit that I have hit some speed bumps on the way, but now I see the path.


The path I plan on taking begins this evening. I have been placed in a match with a former champion in the young Tyler Bate. A marvelous specimen and at his age undoubtedly has a bright and successful future. As far as tonight goes though? My friend you don't stand a chance. See I have this....renewed sense of purpose, and this strong desire to climb the ladder of this business. You may be a strong competitor and you may be a worth opponent, but that is exactly what I need. I need to beat people that mean something to this place. I need to beat former champions, I need to beat the current champions!


What's that? Destroy them? Well hmmm that is quite an idea, you may be just as cunning as I. Yesss… if I am to destroy stars to the point of no return the line does tend to get smaller yes I agree. But I don't hate Tyler Bate why should I destroy him? Huh? Well yes I suppose that is a valid point....if they are allowed to fall and get back up, they can in turn take away opportunities that should be offered to me. I know what I must do...I must eliminate Tyler Bate and continue on this journey we have set out on. Tyler Bate! Bring your ass to the ring and let's get this show on the road shall we?


The cameras fade into the backstage area where The Miz is seen sitting down, the area around him barely lit and seems more like it was a portion of the arena meant to be sectioned off. His face is stoic, quite an opposite from his usual self, with closed eyes and his hair disheveled.

Miz: “I know why I’m facing you tonight, Elias.”

Miz’s blue eyes open and stare coldly at the camera.

Miz: “You want to use me as a launchpad for your career...and truth be told, you probably will succeed. I’m not mentally at 100%, haven’t been since...Summerslam.”

Miz’s face scrunches up in disgust at the mention of the PPV name that he lost his IC Title at.

Miz: “Everyone knows the story by now, I lost my IC Title, Rude kissed my wife blah blah blah...but since Heatwave I have had two thoughts clouding my mind: the first, was revenge. I want to fight Rude. Not wrestle, not compete against, fight. And if I get my ass kicked during that fight, so be it but I will get my revenge.”

Miz’s shifts uncontrollably in his chair, knowing what he has to say next will not be easy.

Miz: “The second...is that I injured CM Punk. Hearing that on Heatwave that my shoulder block to his leg could have ruined his career...it enraged me. I am the one in this company who prides himself on never getting injured and being a safe wrestler, and now I have the fact that I damn near ended the career of someone who I, begrudgingly, have to admit was a fantastic competitor in that Championship Scramble match on my shoulders. And putting that on top of losing my title, on top of my desire for revenge, on top of The Hired Gunns leaving me, on top of this Reality Show, it’s just too much for one man, no matter how Awesome he is.”

Miz closes his eyes once more and lets out a sigh.

Miz: “Elias, I don’t believe that I can beat you tonight, and really neither should anybody else in this arena after all I’ve said these past few weeks, but I will not make it easy for you. There are only going to be two ways I walk out of this match tonight; either I walk out of here a winner off of some miracle, or I walk out of here a loser with an even greater drive to destroy The Ravishing One...and Rick, if you’re listening to this-”

Miz jumps out of his chair with shocking speed and steals the camera away, the shot now only of his face due to his hold on it.



Miz: ”Me vs You, IC Title match, if you win you get Maryse’s services until the next PPV deal?”

With that, Miz shoves the camera back towards the cameraman and knocks him over incidentally, the feed going to static.




Both men already in the ring as the ref calls for the bell.

VS


DING DING DING


Aries runs straight after Bate, nailing him with the IED in the corner! Tyler is all sorts of dazed as Aries brings him out and lifts him straight up for the Brainbuster, looking to end things right away! Tyler however brings his knee down on top of Aries head to drop back down in front of him. He gives Aries a big european uppercut that helps create some distance. He runs at Aries but Austin catches him with an STO! The former Television Champion tries to get to his feet but Aries scoops him up before dropping him with a death valley driver! Wanting to get a breather, Bate rolls to the outside.


Tom Phillips: The former Television Champion looks like he was not expecting Aries to come out the gate like this.

Corey Graves: A Double has something to prove here tonight. He wants everyone to know that he means business and right now he's got Tyler right in his sights.


Tyler is trying to get a breather but when he turns to face the ring, Aries comes diving out with Heat Seeking Missile to take him out! The crowd is firmly behind Aries who picks up Bate and tosses him back into the ring. He hops onto the apron and with Bate still down, executes a slingshot corkscrew splash onto him! Bate stays near the ropes and as Aries come in to attack him, the ref gets between the two to keep Aries at bay. As he's trying to push Aries away, Bate gives him a thumb to the eye. He runs after Aries but Austin has enough wherewithal to side step and push him forward except Bate stops himself by diving his head and arms between the top rope, essentially bouncing off them and coming back with a big clothesline that turns Austin inside out! Bate makes a quick cover.



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A quick kickout by Aries! Bate knows he's been under fire too long and hooks both of Aries arms in a double underhook, looking for the Tyler Driver 97'. He picks him up for it except Aries manages to reverse it into an hurrincanrana, sending Bate running towards the ropes. Bate once again springboards off them except this time Aries ducks the clothesline attempt. Bate turns around and walks right into the discus fivearm! He's about to fall flat on his ass but A Double catches him and lifts him straight up before dropping him on his head with the Brainbuster! Not quite done, Aries turns him over and locks in the Last Chancery! Bate isn't responding and the ref has no choice but to call the match.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Austin Aries!




Aries gets his hand raised and he continues to rile up the crowd while Bate gets checked on and the feed goes elsewhere.



The camera zooms in on Rick Rude at his luxurious vacation home in sunny Palm Beach. He rises up out of the water of his pool and strikes a pose for the camera.





Rude: Well, hello there, UWF-faithfuls. It’s me, your Intercontinental champion, “Ravishing” Rick Rude. Let’s have some “Rude” talk, shall we? While there was no worries about me leaving the flagship show, it’s nice to see some of the dead weeds pulled out of the flower bed that is Revolution. Less trash for the Ravishing one to have to deal with. While there is still a few bad apples on Revolution, there’s not as many to bring the show down like there were before. Meanwhile, this show’s pride and shining glory will continue to be yours truly. I’ll continue to be the champion that you can all be proud of, even if you can’t really be that proud of your world champion, Chris Jericho.

But, before we get too carried away...there is something that I do need to address. Ever since a little incident at Summerslam, there’s been a certain someone who has been...obsessed with me. All they can do is think about me. All they can do is talk about me to everyone that they know. I inhabit their every thought. It’s kind of flattering in a way...but also a bit concerning. I’m beginning to wonder if your wife is going to get jealous about you being so obsessed with me, Mikey. But, at the same time...I would be asking some questions if I were you. You both have went on and on about pressing charges and whatnot, but yet, little Miss Maryse hasn’t done a single thing about it? Sure, she slapped me. She even low-blowed me. I just consider that a little bit of rough foreplay. That low-blow could have just been a cheap way of copping a feel. Maybe you’re not the only one who can’t stop thinking about me, Miz. But for your wife, it’s for a completely different reason.

You’re obsessed with the thought of revenge. She’s just obsessed with the thought of every inch of me. She felt the sparks as soon as our lips touched. She even got weak in the knees, I had to hold onto her so that she wouldn’t drop and hit the floor. She only wanted you to get drafted to Resistance so that she would have to distance herself away from me and be able to move on. She’s got the taste of a real man now, and that’s all she can think about.


Rude runs his hands through his hair and shakes it out before pushing himself up and out of the pool. He turns to face the camera.



Rude: Ma cherie, don’t let that little punk lie to you. He says he’s going to the gym to get in better shape than me so he can humiliate me, he’s only doing that because he knows that it’s this immaculate physique that you truly desire. He wants that belt back because he’s afraid that you’re going to see how small of a man he really is. I’ve hurt his pride, and he’s going to do anything he can to prove to you that he’s still worthy of having you by his side...but the sad reality for him is, he never deserved you in the first place.

I’ve looked into your eyes, I’ve seen straight into the truth of it. No matter how hard you’ve tried to ignore it, you’ve always felt as if something was missing. You’ve always been left feeling unsatisfied no matter what fresh things you two have tried.

Well don’t you fret anymore. You’ve got the man of your wildest dreams right here. All you gotta do is come home momma, daddy is waiting.

Rude gives a sly wink a blows a kiss to the camera.


Drew Gulak ran into the bar when there was a call from his Gentlemen’s Club partner, Chuck Taylor.

Drew Gulak: Chuck I just got here what in the world was with that call, you sounded more livid than usual!

Chuck Taylor walked up to Gulak and slapped him on the back, he had a smile on his face, but still seemed a little frustrated.

Chuck Taylor: You wanna know somethin Drew, ol’ buddy ol’ pal of mine? I need you to take care of a few troublemakers for me. You’re a champ now so you just gotta start taking charge, so you know what let’s start you off easy. In the back there’s a man who’s been getting on my nerves for a long time, I need you to tie him up and I’ll just take care of the rest okay? You’ll know who the guy is.

Drew was handed a length of rope and he looked confused at the Kentucky Gentlemen, but cautiously took steps into the back.

In the back was a man in a sailor’s uniform who turned to him sipping some Orange Juice, he turned to Drew Gulak in a fluid motion and said.

Ashley Remington: ah Drew Guuuulak, wasn’t expecting a champion to come wandering in through to this part of town. What brings you here? Wait no where are my manners sit down next to me.

He adjusts his tinted glasses and orders another Glass of orange juice for Drew gulak before noticing the rope. Drew just looks at the orange juice a little stunned.

Ashley Remington: Ah workin’ in the yards with the other sailors I see? Never you mind I know it all too well, but look at me doing all the talking while I have the television champion right beside me.

Drew Gulak: Oh… it’s fine I’ve just got a few things on my mind at the moment.

Ashley Remington: Say no more, I know when I am not needed.

He reaches into his pocket on his jacket and hands him a business card.

Ashley Remington: Call me when your preoccupations clear up. I would love to pick your mind, maybe on the… Smooth seas.



Ashley Remington laughs to himself, then gets up, and begins walking towards the exit. As he passes by Chuck Taylor he points to him in a fingergun motion before walking out. Chucky T runs in and looks at Drew Gulak who seems transfixed on the Orange Juice.

Chuck Taylor: The hell was that!



the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him



He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him




As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song



The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring



While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English

Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!

Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away

Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!

He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.



He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:

KAZE NI NARE!!!!

Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring

I'M A MAN WITH A PLAN!

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



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


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

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

VS


DING DING DING

Both men cautiously walk up to each other, both feeling they are the superior wrestler but also not taking their opponent too lightly. The UFC Champion is feeling a bit more confident however as he gets face to face with Kendrick and tells him to take a shot. Kendrick responds to the challenge with a forearm to the face that barely fazes Suzuki. He tells him to hit him again and so Kendrick does, Suzuki even moving into the shot as if to send a message. Kendrick can't really believe what's happening but Suzuki gives him a stiff overhand chop to the chest that knocks Brian to the mat!


Tom Phillips: What a stiff overhand chop from Minoru Suzuki!

Corey Graves: Going toe to toe with Suzuki is never a smart idea. You'd think the man with a plan would know better.


There's already a hand imprint on Kendrick's chest but he still manages to get back to his feet. Suzuki is still standing there, telling Kendrick to bring it on. Kendrick winds up his arm and comes in for a hit but instead goes low and kicks Suzuki in the gut, putting him in a headlock right after! Suzuki walks backwards into the ropes and shoves Kendrick off of him. Brian comes running back but gets taken down with a shoulder tackle. Instead of running to the ropes or something, Suzuki just drops his knee right into the face of Kendrick! Brian rolls out onto the apron while Suzuki just stands there with a smug look on his face, thinking he's made easy work of his opponent.

Kendrick is pulling himself up and so Suzuki goes over and grabs him by his hair. He walks him over to the corner and smashes his head into the top turnbuckle. Kendrick almost falls off the apron but Suzuki still has a hold of his hair. He then climbs up to the second rope, bending down to grab Kendrick and pulls him up with him. Kendrick suddenly comes to life though and throws a head kick to stun Suzuki. He then starting throwing punch after to punch, Suzuki slowly losing his grip on the ropes until a straight kick finally knocks him off. He tries to get back to his feet right away but he's a little dazed. Kendrick uses this opportunity to fix himself on the top and come off with a crossbody! He holds onto both legs for a deep cover!



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Suzuki kicks out! Wanting to keep Suzuki on the defensive, Kendrick stomps on his back and then puts him in a camel clutch. He's talking trash the whole time and even gives him a few clubbing blows across the face. Every hit however seems to make Suzuki's expression turn from pain to annoyance. The trash talking isn't helping matters and Suzuki manages to get his knees beneath him and it allows him to get to his feet. Kendrick transitions into a sleeper hold but Suzuki, a master of the sleeper hold himself, is able to easily get out of it by running backwards and ramming Kendrick into the corner. From there, Suzuki starts throwing back elbows, alternating between left and right, smothering Kendrick in the corner, not giving him an inch to move.


Corey Graves: Look at the pure brutality of one Minoru Suzuki. He knows how to just make his opponent not have any breathing room.

Tom Phillips: His style is definitely not for the feint of heart.

Corey Graves: It's not about showmanship it's about being effective and if there's one word to describe Minoru Suzuki it's effective.


Kendrick is dazed in the corner and so Suzuki brings him out and irish whips him towards the ropes. Kendrick bounces off thme and runs right into a dropkick, the UFC Champion leaving his feet as if to just show Kendrick that he can beat him at every aspect of his game. Done playing with his food, Suzuki walks over to a crawling Kendrick and stands over him. He brings him up a little and lifts him up for a Gotch Style Pildriver but Kendrick kicks his feet up and manages to catch Suzuki in the face! Minoru is stunned and staggers backwards. Kendrick quickly comes over and jumps at him, using the ropes to spin around into a tornado DDT! He quickly moves in for the cover.



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Suzuki kicks out! Knowing he needs to stay on the offensive, Kendrick stomps down on Suzuki, not giving him any room to breath. The referee has to pull him away to finally get him off of Suzuki. Minoru scoots over to the corner and starts to pick himself up with some help from the ropes. As soon as he does however, Kendrick is there to meet him with a drop kick in the corner that dazes him. Brian picks him up to seat him on the top rope before jumping straight up, wrapping his legs around his neck and throwing him off the top rope with a hurrincanrana! Kendricks scurries over one more for another pin.



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Suzuki kicks out once more! Frustrated, Kendrick slaps the mat in anger but quickly composes himself. Minoru is starting to rise to his feet and so Kendrick comes running over to take him down with a leg lariat. Knowing he needs some breathing room, Suzuki rolls to the outside. This is exactly what Kendrick was looking for as he waits in the ring and measures him on the outside. After a few seconds, Brian hits the ropes and dives out with a twisting corkscrew plancha landing right on top of Suzuki!


Tom Phillips: Brian Kendrick taking a page out of the old Kendrick playbook!

Corey Graves: Kendrick is usually the veteran in the ring but when it come to someone like Suzuki, he's been fighting with the grit and grind style much longer and so a chance of direction might be just want Kendrick needs right now.


The crowd is actually cheering Kendrick for the display of athleticism and he even finds himself a little pumped by it. He picks up Minoru and tosses him back into the ring. Whether it's trying to show off his toughness or he just straight up doesn't know where he is, Suzuki fights to get to his feet. Kendrick spins him around and grabs his head and points to the corner. He gets ready to run up the ropes but Suzuki ends up shoving him forward. Kendrick is able to stop himself before he collides with the corner. He turns around and charges Suzuki but Suzuki levels him with a headbutt right to the forehead! Kendrick goes down hard and so does Suzuki, he just happens to land on Kendrick for the pin.



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Kendrick gets the shoulder up! Both men however are really feeling the effects of that headbutt and are slow to stir. They both eventually start to come to at about the same time. They both stare each other down as their rising to their feet. Kendricks yells out "is that all you got!" which gives Minoru a snarl across his face. He ends up slapping Kendrick right across the collar so hard that even people in the crowd wince. Kendrick is definitely feeling it but powers through and yells right in Suzuki's face before unleashing a barrage of punches to Suzuki, backing him into the corner. Kendrick backs away before turning around and hitting a running forearm in the corner that makes Suzuki stagger towards the center of the ring. Kendrick grabs his head once more and runs to the corner, moving up it for Sliced Bread #2 but as he's moving up, Suzuki is able to wraps his arms around Kendrick's neck and falls back into a Sleeper Hold! Kendrick wiggles around trying to fight out of it but the earlier headbutt and wear and tear of the match appears to be too much and he slowly falls asleep, the ref calling for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Minoru Suzuki!




Suzuki is handed his UFC Championship by Desparado. He looks down at Kendrick who is being checked on a shakes his head. He leaves up the ramp while the live feed goes elsewhere.


The feed carries us to a gym where Triple H is seen working a punching bag with some boxing gloves on. King Nothing seems unaware of the camera as he hammers away at the bag.



Hunter's punches fall hard against the bag, twenty-some-odd blows over less than a minute. Then, he turns away and toward the camera, sweating and breathing heavily.

TRIPLE H
Larry Sweeney thinks he's going to get the better of me this week. That's rich. I've been in this business a long, long time and I can't remember the last time I encountered someone who really had me beat. Daniel Bryan thought he was going to be that man, but he wasn't. Vinny Marseglia has pinned me twice, but I'm still here. In fact, the one constant I can think of in the history of this company is that while the Mount Rushmore-level performers, the icons like Stone Cold and Dean Ambrose and Cody Rhodes come and go, the one person who is always around, always present and whose influence is always felt is... well, it's me. The Game. Triple H.

Hunter turns back to the punching bag and continues throwing strikes, breaking up and punctuating his sentences as he continues to speak.

And when you've been around as long as I have, you learn a thing or two about the kind of people this business attracts. It's actually a pretty short list. You have the sadistic psychopaths like Marseglia and Jacobs who are just here to hurt people. You have the cynical jackoffs like Marty Scurll and Chris Jericho who are here more for the paycheck than anything and then you have the guys like Sweeney and Bryan who want so badly to convince people that they are great and who want the legacy and the glory. None of those kinds of guys give a damn about this business, not really. But there's a fourth kind of guy who does, and that guy... I'm one of them. We go out to that ring at every opportunity to fight, not only for ourselves and our own selfish desires but because there are tens of thousands of people out there who have paid good money to watch strong men trade punches. For guys like me, it's not our own legacy that matters. There's a higher calling, and that calling is the legacy of this business... this industry... to which we have given so much. Everything.

Triple H's blows land harder as he starts putting more force behind each strike.

When I first came back to the UWF, I was doing it for the wrong reasons. I thought if I restored my name and my legacy, I'd somehow rediscover my pride and perhaps win back the family that Stephanie has torn away from me. But that's not what this is about anymore. I'm not here for myself anymore. King Nothing has found something he can call a purpose, and that purpose is to fight for the future of this business. From here on out, I will be the stick others have to measure themselves by. Because I have given too much of myself to this company to let it fall apart. I've sacrificed everything to keep the UWF afloat... everything except for the one thing I have left. My body. My mind. My self. And it's that thing that I now place on the altar. I am the lamb, and eventually, I will be slaughtered. But not today. Not by some fast-talking, flamboyant fraud like Larry Sweeney. Today, I strike a blow against the hacks who try to call my company home. Today, I put another one of them down. Today, I show my Pedigree.

As if to punctuate that final word, Hunter throws one more, hard blow at the punching bag, then walks out of frame. The bag swings violently as the camera pans around it to show that this entire time, King Nothing has been hammering away at a photograph taped to the thing.



The feed moves along.




Out comes the UWF Champion, fresh off the events of one of the greatest SummerSlams of all time. And who are you to say it wasn't? Most of them were destroyed in the fire at the archives. Anyways, Jericho's here, all smiles, spinning around to reveal himself to a crowd that is not all smiles, but no smiles. Just minutes ago they had "Re-vo-lu-tion" chants going to coincide with the brand split, but now they come to realize it's just the same old show with less people. Or maybe it's not. We'll see what Jericho has to say.



Y2J.


The Man of 1,004 Holds.


The Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla.


The Best in the World at what I do.


The Greatest of All Time.


The Alpha.
The Savior.
The Lionheart.


The Living Legend.




And... still.

Up to this point, the fans were beginning to become receptive to all of the nickname dropping, but now that they're reminded of a certain fact, they, in the words of Peter Parker, don't feel so good.

Chris Jericho: SummerSlam has come and gone. Championships changed hands all over the place. So much so that nobody retained their titles. Except me.

I was told going in that I didn't have a chance to beat Vinny Marseglia. I was told time and time again that I would have to kiss this title goodbye. Well guess what. That didn't happen. I walked out on my own two feet still the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion and the only World Champion in the company, just like everyone said I wouldn't, I couldn't, but I did.

Then, I had to worry about the ever present Money In The Bank cash-in. Everybody knows it's the ticket to an almost automatic title win. Almost, unless your name is Jimmy Jacobs, who decided that the absolute best time to cash in on me was when I was on my game and at my best. He chose wrong, and he failed miserably.

That's right. I beat the unbeatable and Matrix-dodged the biggest bullet in the company, and now that Marseglia and Jacobs are both gone, there's nobody left at the top to stand in my way. I stand unchallenged, uncontested, and undisputed as the one true World's Champion in wrestling.

I'm sure all of you are pleasantly surprised that I'm out here unscheduled, but let's just say there's some perks to being the top guy in the company. Perks that include never showing up to work if I don't feel like it, coming out whenever I want and saying whatever I want, all that jazz. Right now, I just want to pause and reflect on the massive success my title reign has been thus far. And look at it this way: I'm already 18% of the way to beating Steen's record. Time really flies when you're having fun. Fun isn't something one considers when being the best in the universe, but this...



...does put a smile on my face.

But enough about the past. Let's talk about the main event tonight. Triple H takes on Larry Sweeney. Ethan must have gotten rid of all the worth-a-damn talent or something because if these two are the best he can come up with, I'm going to be champion for far longer than everybody says I will. Of course, I proved everybody wrong at the 'Slam, but that's in the past. The point is, I do not care who wins, because the headline will be the same no matter what. Chris Jericho retains.

Again.

As far as predictions? Well, for starters, Larry just got done losing the Jobber Battle Royal to another Jobber. He could've been Champion of the Jobbers, but instead, he gets rewarded for his ineptitude with a god damn title shot. Classic Ethan, showing favoritism and such. Hell, he hasn't accomplished an actual thing since showing up, yet he gets a title shot. My shot came after I won a grueling tournament, but he can lose the tournament and a battle royal and still get a shot? Unbelievable.

On the other side, Hunter, still pissed off about losing the company from the McMahon family because they couldn't figure out how to run a show somewhere besides into the ground, is vying for my title. Well, good luck with that, Shane, I mean Hunter. Sorry, I mixed you up for another deranged man who jumped from the top of the Cell. At least there was a table to catch him.

So, we've gone down the competition, run the numbers, and the results have come back negative. Meaning that no matter who wins, they have a negative amount of chance to win the title I put my livelihood on the line to get, without having to jump from buildings for attention. Again, I do not care who wins, but just know that I will be watching, waiting. And when the match ends and the winner's hand gets raised, I hope they realize who's going to be looking up at the lights in a few weeks time.

Spoiler alert: It ain't me.

Jericho hits THE pose as the crowd begins to boo even harder against THE pose. The telecast fades into a new scene.


The action in the ring has been amazing so far on the debut episode of Revolution as a stand alone brand. It's time to take a break away from the ring and it seems like a few superstars are taking a break all together as the camera shows the image of Zack Ryder and his business partner, more like his Boss, Emma sitting in a deck chair, both in swimming costumes sipping coconut juice through a straw. Both have massive smiles on their faces as they look toward the camera. Zack takes a sip as Emma begins to speak.





Emma: G'day Blokes and Sheilas, how the Tasmanian Devil are you?


Emma starts with her usual phrase as the crowd give a mixed reaction. Emma takes a break, allowing the crowd to answer her even though she more then likely can't hear it.


Emma: Now, as you can more then likely tell, Zack and I ain't there in the arena tonight. I know, we must be stupid to miss the first episode of Revolution as a stand alone brand. What a historic night it is and you would think that if Zack wasn't booked in a match, we would be right there making sure we made an impact on the show but you see, Zack and I have decided to take a little little mini holiday. Things just haven't been the same since we came back to UWF. I struggle to put my big toe on what has went wrong but something...... something just seems off in my man. We left as the Television Champion and now Zack can't even turn up little own get a win and we are miles away from holding a title. I've trained him the exact same way I did before, I prepare him for matches the exact same way but yet, he just doesn't seem right. Maybe it's because we were holding ourselves back for this draft. We didn't want to show our hands too early and leave some aces up our sleeves.


Emma pretends she has sleeves and pretends to go searching up them. Zack just stares down the camera, taking another sip of his coconut.


Now that would be the easy option for us to take but the fact of the matter is and something that might hit a little to close to Australia for my business partner here is that we just expected to walk straight through the door and pick up where we left off. We didn't take into account the rise of superstars and the hunger that grew whilst we were away. We left Revolution when it was a sorry state and it's a little hit to our egos that by the time we returned, it seemed Revolution didn't miss us. It didn't suffer because the lack of Australian Pride. It didn't suffer because it didn't hear Woo Woo Woo every week. You see, everyone wants to feel missed and it seems Revolution didn't miss us at all. We walked through those doors and expected the welcoming party but what everyone was doing was making themselves better. I look around just at this Revolution Roster and I see it packed with stars. Stars that I thought would idolize and quiver at the thought of facing Zack Ryder but what I got instead was stars that wanted to prove themselves. We took it easy, we took it real easy and came back with the attitude of 'She'll be right", "We won't have to work for anything because it will be handed to us". We were too focused on trying to mess with you guys that we forgot why we were signed from Warzone all that time ago in the first place. We could have walked away and kept getting paid without doing anything but we wanted to make ourselves better. We wanted to spread the Australian way whilst still embracing the American Way. We wanted to combine both cultures and show everyone that they could work together. We know we were in the wrong. We both realize what we were doing was wrong and we know that something has to change.


Emma changes her mood, it's now a serious face as Zack changes as well. They both look at each other and nod their heads.


Realizing you have a problem is the first step to fixing that problem and we both realize we were coasting. Tag matches came and Zack Ryder was the one that let his team down repeatedly. Main Event matches came and instead of Zack being a big part of that, he was just an after thought and a spare body. We realize that we were getting sloppy so that's why we decided to sit out tonight. We have decided that this is our last little holiday before we get straight back to business.  This business needs a focused Zack Ryder, you people need a hero that will just go about business as usual. We are here for you, we are here putting our hands up saying we made a mistake but don't worry, get behind us and jump on our bandwagon because we are starting the long climb back to the top. Jump on now so in a years time, you can say you were with us from the beginning. Revolution Roster, we aren't going to warn you because you will see it when you look in Zack's eyes in that ring. For a while there, we were lost but right now, right now we have been found and it won't be long until you hear 'AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI'.


Zack fist pumps along to Emma's trademark catchphrase as they then high five as the camera fades to black.





Camera cuts to Renee Young backstage...

Renee Young: I am scheduled to meet The Miz right here, he should be here anytime...

Leyton Buzzard walks into frame in glasses and a Hawaiian shirt...


Renee Young: Uh, who are you?, why are you here?, what are you wear....

Leyton Buzzard
Names Buzzard, Leyton Buzzard...

Leyton removes his glasses as he says this...

I was not going to come to the Ultimate Wrestling Federation, until Mr Carter, came at me with a deal that I could not overlook...

Renee Young: I could work with this... So do you have any details on what you will be actually doing here?

Mr. Carter told me that I'd be getting $20 a night and a pack of gum... Well not that's not exactly what he said...

Renee Young: So you aren't even employed to Revolution than...

Renee Young sighs as she loses hope...

Ugh... no... yes... I was going to stay with the prestigious one, Joe Hendry. I almost did but with the price being right, I chose the Ultimate Wrestling Federation... You know what they say... plenty of fish in the sea. Im sure there is plenty of guys I could manage to be almost as prestigious as Hendry, I mean there is no other man like Joe but I could give it a go...

Maybe Velveteen Dream, he is a bit g--

Renee Young: You do realize Dream is now over on Resistance...

Yeah true he has gone to Resistance, what about Vinny Marseglia, The Prestigious Vinny Marseglia... No I actually picture that with a axe in between my shoulders, I got an idea, what about you?!?

Leyton points to Renee like he had the idea of the century

Renee Young steps back a bit worried

First historic woman in UWF, for the UWF womans revolution, a trail blazer... Renee Young The Prestigious One... it has a ring to it... Huh

Leyton tilts his head to propose this idea, Renee looks like she has no idea how to respond

Huh...

Leyton leans in closer..

Renee Young steps away feeling a little uncomfortable with Leyton Getting so close...

Leyton gestures towards the way Renee left...

Whats her problem...

Leyton shrugs as he walks off camera looking for something...

The camera feed cuts elsewhere in the arena


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: Ladies and Gentlemen please try to contain yourselves and keep the noise down, because I have a special surprise for each and every one of you here tonight and for those watching at home. Tonight marks a special and historic night, as it is the first live appearance of your new Intercontinental champion. As your new champion, I promise to bring some decency and honor back to this belt as I know it has had some tarnished history. I also promise to give this show a champion that’s worth bearing the name and moniker of champion. And it is for that very reason that I unveil this special surprise for each of you that’s under this robe. No, sorry ladies it’s not going to be that surprise being unveiled. Unfortunately the UWF hasn’t invested in panoramic lenses for the cameras to get the entirety of that on the camera. So without further ado, what I’d like to have right now...is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, hair-lipped, inbred, inner-city sweathogs to sit down and shut up and keep the noise while I take off my robe and show all of these women what they paid to see.


Rude slowly undoes his robe to reveal his new tights as he does his classic hip swivel.






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.

VS


DING DING DING


Tom Phillips: Here we go, the Television Champion squaring off against the Intercontinental Champion.

Corey Graves: Drew Gulak beat 3 other men to capture the gold but Rude defeated 4 other men. I'm interested to see who comes out on top in a straight up singles match.


Gulak walks right to the center of the ring and extends his hand for a shake. Rude looks down at smirks. He takes his hand out to shake Gulak's but then he raises it behind his head and starts to shake his hips, making a few ladies in the crowd swoon. Drew is not one for these games as he simply kicks him in the gut and pushes him back into the ropes to whip him across the ring. Rude reverse and sends Gulak running instead but Drew hits the ropes and comes back full speed with a diving european uppercut that knocks Rude through the ropes, falling to the outside of the ring!

The crowd claps, trying to hype Drew for a dive or something but Drew doesn't have an affinity of taking to the air. He instead rolls out of the ring and clothesline Rude in the back of the head as he's trying to walk off the attack. He picks up Rude and looks to toss him back into the ring but Rick plants his hands on the mat to prevent himself from being thrown in. He punches Drew in the stomach before grabbing his head and smashing it into the apron! Now it's Rude who tosses him back into the ring, following him and waits as Drew rises to his feet. He comes up behind him and scoops him up before hitting a delayed backbreaker! Rude then goes for the cover, shoving his arm in Gulak's face as he does so.



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Gulak kicks out!


Tom Phillips: A complete lack of respect with that cover there.

Corey Graves: Sometimes it's good to get into the head of your opponent. Show them how little you really think of them. Smart move by the champ.



Rude brings Drew back up to his feet and picks him straight up into a vertical suplex. He stalls at the top however, showing off his strength and even does it one handed, flexing with his other to show off. The Television Champion however manages to use this to his advantage and falls behind Rude, putting him into a sleeper hold! The newly crowned Intercontinental Champion tries breaking free by ramming Drew back first into the corner but he keeps the hold locked in. Rather than wait for the 5 count by the official, Rude manages to grab Gulak by the back of his head and roll him forward. Drew rolls up to his feet and runs right back at him, hitting Rick huge clothesline in the corner. The momentum of the move causes Rude to walk forward and Drew hits him with a second one from behind to complete the Gulak Attack! He turns Rude over and makes the cover.



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Rude kicks out! He turns over to try to get to his feet but Drew is there to jump right on him, putting him in a waistlock and smothering him on the ground, trying not to let him get to his feet. Rude however is just too big and powerful and manages to get up to his feet. Gulak is still trying to squeeze at him but Rude places his arms above his head and starts gyrating his hips. Gulak looks a bit disturbed by this but quickly rectifies the situation with a german suplex! Rude is thrown right on top of his head but he still fights back to his feet. He's a bit loopy which allows Drew to kick him in the gut and turn him before hitting the Bataclan in the corner! Drew now makes the cover and this time he returns the favor by smearing his forearm in the face of the Intercontinental Champion.



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Rude gets the shoulder up at 2!


Corey Graves: Can you the believe the smugness of Drew Gulak.

Tom Phillips: You were just praising Rick Rude for doing the same thing earlier.

Corey Graves: Exactly he's a copy cat! He'll never get anywhere with that attitude.

Tom Phillips: He's the Television Champion!


Rude tries to crawl over to the ropes but Gulak is ready to end this. He moves in on his grabs a fistful of hair, pulling him back into an inverted headlock, looking for the dragon sleeper but Rude brings his knee up and smashes it into the face of Gulak not once but twice! Rude is able to break free from that but Gulak comes running right back at him. Rude is able to catch him off guard with a knee right to the midsection that keels him over. The Intercontinental Champion follows up with a quick DDT! Rude flips Drew over to make the pin.



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Gulak kicks out! Rude, being a bit fed up with Gulak, stomps down on the Television Champion's knee. He follows this up by grabbing the leg and hitting an elbow drop to the inside of his leg, rubbing his elbow into his knee ad Gulak yells out in pain. Drew grabs Rude by his hair and starts headbutting him in the back of his head! Rude is dazed and gets off of Drew, allowing Gulak to try to get to his feet. Rude also gets to his feet but Drew comes up behind him and grabs him in a waistlock. Rude does a standing switch to get behind him but gives Drew a stiff forearm shot to the back of the head. Drew staggers forward giving Rude enough room to hit him with a chop block! Next he pulls Drew away from the ropes and locks him in the figure four!


Corey Graves: This is it! Rude is going to tap out the Television Champion!


Gulak is yelling out in pain. He swings at Rude but he can't quite reach him, Rude keeping his distance. Drew tries to turn over the hold but the Intercontinental Champion has the size and strength advantage to keep his ground. While he can't find a way to turn himself over, Drew manages to bite down and pull himself closer towards the ropes. The crowd is cheering him on as he inches closer and closer until he finally makes it to the bottom rope. Rude gives it the full 4 count before he finally releases the hold. Drew uses the ropes to get back to his feet but Rick is hot on his trail. He comes over but eats a european uppercut by Gulak. He continues to unleash uppercut after uppercut before grabbing Rude at his side and going for a saito suplex. His knee however is in a bad state and it gives in under the pressure. The Intercontinental Champion takes advantage by spinning him around to hit the Rude Awakening! He throws his arm over to make the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Rick Rude!




Rude gets handed his Intercontinental Championship. He doesn't really celebrate, simply walking off, happy to be done with the match. Drew is being looked after while Bischoff heads with Rude to the back. Suddenly Minoru Suzuki comes out from the back and walks down to the ring. Nobody is quite sure what to make of it all but he ends up coming over and kicking Gulak in the head as he's trying to get up! The crowd is booing the ever loving shit out of him before he drops down and starts hammering away at Gulak. He then turns him over and puts him in a Sleeper Hold! Gulak is already out and multiple officials come out from the back and try to break him free. Suzuki isn't done until he says he's done and he finally let's go of him and kicks him away. He picks up the UFC Championship and raises it above his head as if to signify that his title means more. His music hits and he walks to the back, leaving Gulak laid out in the ring.


With his theme song still playing in the background, Minoru Suzuki walks into the backstage interview area, where he lifts his title up and starts talking



Take a look at the title, take a photo of it, take a better photo of it then you would of any other shitty belts this company has because this title is better than the others, it signals toughness, intelligence and most importantly skill, Brian Kendrick learned today that I am the member of the roster with the most of these things and soon everyone else will know that too.

Suzuki walks away and Despy enters the frame



You heard the boss yeah, it's only the beginning yeah, Suzuki-Gun got a lot more coming for UWF, Suzuki-Gun ICHIBAN!

Despy walks away and the feed turns to black



The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Palmer Cannon is shown in his office, as always, working on some very important paperwork. Without knocking, Larry Sweeney bursts through the door, flinging it open with such force that a potted plant is knocked off a neraby end table. The vase shatters on the floor. Larry doesn't look at it as he storms up to Cannon's desk, but says...



Sweeney: Send me the bill.



Cannon: I'll just take it out of your pay cheque.



Sweeney: Can you even do that?



Cannon: What do you want, Larry.



Sweeney smiles a toothy smile, sits down across from Palmer and swings his feet up on to the table. Palmer promtply knocks them off and Larry graciously lets that slide.



Sweeney: Say... you remember when I told you I was going to bring a little... aha... a little "insurrance policy" to mitiage all this bum officiating we've been getting around here?



Cannon: I didn't think you were serious.



Sweeney: As serious as the grave, Cannon! Haha! Yep! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me! That's how the saying goes, isn't it? I mighta left things well enough alone, but there still hasn't been an official announcement of my being the true 2018 King of the Ring by way of Marseglia cheating to win - may I remind you that the footage is on this company's website right now? Actually, as far as I know, the investigation into that hasn't even begun! Don't you people get my letters?



Cannon looks over to a garbage can in the corners that's overflowing with unopened envelopes, but says nothing as Larry continues.





Sweeney: And then there's the business with the Velveteen Dream. Not only did he cheat to steal one from me on live TV, he did it again at Summerslam! What's worse? You people actually gave him a championship for it! Ah! The humanity!



But I'm no here to complain. No, as the face of this show, ya know, the number one draft pick, I take it upon myself to lead by example and be an inspiration to all the guys in the back and the fans around the world, too. So I'm keepin my chin up and instead of bitchin and complainin about it, I'm gonna be proactive! I'm gonna take initiatve! I'm gonna be the change I wanna see around here! Haha! Yeah! So I've hired some help to make sure no more funny business happens in my matches!



Cannon: Great. If that's it then can you please leave? I'm very busy and -



Sweeney: Cannon - I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of Sweet n' Sour Inc. - KYLE O'REILLY!



The young, Canadian, MMA-enthusiast pro wrestler walks into the office on cue. He's intense. There's an edge to his eyes, some near perverse caucasian love of violence you can just feel vibing off of him. He's carrying some papers in his hands.



Cannon: Yeah, we've met. He worked here before. Hi Kyle.



Kyle says nothing. He's staring into the middistance with the look of a person who would be competative about things there's no good reason to be competative about.



Cannon: Is that your contract there?



Larry snatches the paper from Kyle's hand and slams it on Palmer's desk.



Sweeney: Nope! Kyle here's a diabetic. Included here are a list of his catering requirements, medical information, insurrance coverage that's, uh, now up to you guys and some charities he'd like to see this company supproting. That's the kind of good press the UWF needs, Cannon.



Cannon skims over the papers...



Cannon: The Little Dragons Insulin Pump Foundation?



Sweeney: Think of the kids, Cannon. Think of the kids.



Cannon: Yeah I'll make sure this gets in the right hands.



Palmer sets the paperwork aside.



Cannon: Don't you have a tremendously important number one conteder's match to be preparing for?



Sweeney: Technically, no. But I will go out to that ring, put on a good show before crushing that self-righteous prick who, on his best night, could never beat me, and then move on to unify my true, linear UWF Championship and the fake piece of "officia" scrap metal that Chris Jericho is totting around.







KO'R: And if Triple H tries to cheat, I'll break his fucking legs.



Cannon: WHOA! Ease up their, shooter!



Larry, looking aghast himself, places a gentle, paternal hand on his new bodyguards shoulder.



Sweeney: Look, Kyle, buddy, we don't use the big cusses on the free television shows, okay?



Kyle nods, but its obvious he's not sorry. He actually looks a little excited about having done it.



Sweeney: Alright. Great. Well, we'll just be goin and gettin ready now. Cannon.



Cannon: Great. Go. Keep a leash on that kid.



Sweeney waves him off as he guides Kyle out of the room with him. The two of them exit the office while Palmer watches them leave, a concerned look his face. Revolution continues elsewhere.


The lights are out and nothing can be seen but cell phone screens illuminating and camera flashes as with a strum of a guitar, a spotlight comes on and shines down into the ring upon Revolution’s resident musician.



Corey Graves: “Who is this…”







Elias: Hello I am Elias, and coming up is my debut match here in the UWF and here on Revolution. I hail from wonderful Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and I weigh in tonight at two hundred and seventeen pounds. But before we get down to the physical, I say we enjoy some of the musical. So I have a question, and it’s not can we please have quiet on the set, it’s who wants to walk...with Elias?



This gets a mixed reaction of more cheers than boos as Elias smiles.



This here’s a song I prepared for this occasion that, much like the other covers I pulled from my repertoire earlier this week, fits Miz like a snug sweater. Here goes.



Elias begins to play his guitar and the fans cheer as they recognize the tune.



A little ditty, about Miz and his ra-anks.
Hired Gunns are gone so, now he’s shootin’ blanks.
Miz wants to be a, Hollywood star.
Needs to put a lid on his mouth like it was a jar.



Oh yeah, his mouth flaps o-on.
Long after the crowd’s interest is gone.
Oh yeah, I said...



Elias’ fun is soon interrupted by the theme music of his opponent.



[QUIET ON THE SET, CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!



Tom Phillips: “Thank god that’s over. It’s the A-Lister’s time now!”



AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!







As an instrumental of "The Man" by The Killers kicks in over the sound system, the crowd are somewhat mixed at his arrival, some sections cheering and some booing. The Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History walks out onto the stage alongside his wife, Maryse, with a gleeful face and the two pose together.







Tony Chimel: "Being accompanied by Maryse, from Hollywood, California weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed "Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History"...The Miz!"



The A-Lister begins walking down the ramp, soaking in the mix of boos and cheers. He spots the cameraman focusing on himself for a second, and jumps on the opportunity, lowering his shades so his eyes are visible to the camera and pointing to the viewers at home.







Miz gets to the stairs, with Maryse following soon after, and leads her up the steps before going up himself. Both of them enter the ring, and go straight to the hardcam side of the ring, both of them posing on the ropes and eating up the crowd applause and hatred for them







With all of the posing over, Miz gives a final kiss to his wife before she leaves the ring, Miz ready for action.



Elias passes his guitar and stool off to the outside as he prepares to get this in ring action underway against The Miz.



DING! DING! DING!



As the bell rings the referee indicates for the action to get underway and the two walk rather swiftly towards each other and lock up, they seem to jocky around the point as they look to see a weakness in this hold. Suddenly Elias takes the arm of the Miz and ties him up into a wristlock. He then wrenches on it twice quickly and then switches into a headlock. He then wrenches down and pushes the Miz down to the mat and slows down the momentum as the fans boo this visible attempt to not let them enjoy anything he’s doing,



Tom Phillips: “Ensuring no fun is had here, he doesn’t want a single person in this arena to leave entertained.”



Corey Graves: “Shut up Phillips, Elias is performing and he does what’s necessary to pick up the win, you can’t expect him to waste time showboating!”



He then gets pulled back into a headscissors from the Miz. The Miz then taunts the suffering opponent in the hold as he visibly gets the upper hand. Elias sprawls up and then stacks up The Miz for a quick rollup pinfall attempt on him.



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The Miz kicks out with confidence to the rollup.



As the Miz kicks out Elias becomes free from the headscissors as Miz tries to get up to his feet quickly. Elias drags his arm and then whips him into the ropes, the Miz passes by Elias first and then ducks under Elias’ leapfrog. The Miz goes to duck once more but gets kicked right into the side of his head.



Elias then drops him down with a facebuster and then plants him down. He then gets up, turns over the Miz, then underhooks his leg and then hooks in a single leg Boston Crab. The Miz then quickly scrapes towards to the ropes to get a break. Elias releases off the Miz’s leg and then backs off the grounded man.



Corey Graves: “A nice clean break from Elias.”



Elias allows Miz to get back to his feet as he knows that stiking him down and keeping him down won’t benefit him. The Miz hits the ropes after attempting to hit Elias with a clothesline and on the rebound Elias tries to hit a big boot on the Miz but he slides under and the Miz plants him down with a discus punch striking straight on the back of Elias’ dome. The Miz hooks the leg on Elias after that attack.



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2…



Elias kicks out after nearly being knocked out from that punch.



The Miz rolls off and then grabs his leg while simultaneously standing up, he then drags Elias over to the corner as he heads up to the second rope and charges up a double axe handle on him. As Elias stands up The Miz jumps off the turnbuckle and as Miz tries to hit the axe handle Elias hits a knee into the Miz’s stomach.



Taking advantage of the Miz’s state he whips him over to the other side of the ring and then runs towards that side. He hits a huge jumping clothesline crashing into the Miz and then throws him down to the mat where he looks to run up and hit the knee drop, he misses as the Miz quickly gets up to his feet.



Tom Phillips: “Oh no! He’s in position!”



This perfectly lines up the “It Kicks” of the Miz. He lunges back and takes his first kick, then his second kick, then his third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and finally the tenth kick. Miz pushes his legs above his head to go for the pinfall attempt on Elias.



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Th-



Elias kicks out just before 3 and with that pulls him back down.



Elias pulls the Miz back down with his hands to then start the punches straight to his face. Suddenly afterwards the punches were gave out to him Elias throws Miz back down and walks around the ring. He then charges him up and then strikes Miz back down with a huge big boot. Elias begins to charge up his finisher otherwise known as the Drift Away.



Corey Graves: “This could be it from Elias here!”



The Miz gets up and Elias pulls him backwards but as Elias looks to finish up the move Miz drags him back into a small package rollup on him to put him away quickly.



1…



Tw-



Elias kicks out just before the referee's count of 2.



As Elias kicks out with confidence and then rolls out of the ring he paces around the outside of the ring as he passes by the Miz’s wife clearly not happy with him stalling this time. Several fans boo and jeer the Drifter but he continues to stroll around the ring. Suddenly the Miz’s feet come through the bottom rope and hits Elias back with the basement dropkick.



The Miz gets himself outside the ring as the referee begins the count on the men outside the ring while Miz grabs Elias by the back of the neck and walks him around.



1-



Tom Phillips: “This guys have got to be careful, they could get counted out by this official!”

Corey Graves: "God, I miss Mauro."

Miz then drags Elias over to the announcement table and then smashes his head against the top base. He then lays him out over it and then lays the forearms clubbing down into him. After he seems to be done with that he lets him off.



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The Miz quickly irish whips Elias back into the ring and then rolls in after him. The Miz quickly spreads out his arms behind his back as he looks to finish it off with a skull crushing finale. But suddenly-



The Miz becomes distracted by the applause from Eric Bischoff and looks over questioning this man who manages Rick Rude and why he’s out here. Why he decided to still seek vengeance on him after his client beat him for the UWF Intercontinental Championship.



But being unaware Elias blasts the Miz from the back colliding him into the ropes and he drags him back with his arm in almost a ripcord motion. He then pulls him under his arm and hits the Drift Away. He hooks both of the legs of the Miz as he holds this cover.



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2…



3!



DING! DING! DING!



Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, Elias!”






Corey Graves: “A huge win picked up from Elias in his debut tonight! Foreshadowing great things to come in the future from this man.”



Elias gets his hand raised in victory as The Miz rolls out of the ring and gets carried to the back by his partner, Maryse. Elias really relishes in the victory as he is left alone as the crowd boo Eric Bischoff and the fact that Elias picked up the win on his debut match. He then rolls out the ring and heads to the back. UWF Programming heads elsewhere.


The camera swings towards The Prime Time Players sitting backstage on a Park bench they’ve seemingly stolen and dragged to the arena with a hastily written Property of the Prime Time Players graffiti tag on the back of it.



Teddy Fine: “so Skipper why we got this bench here? I thought we were here to make sure we get the TV Time we deserve?”



Elix Skipper: “We are dude don’t worry, it’s just we’re Prime Time Right? We are the draws right?”



Teddy Fine: “The Biggest Draws in all of UWF”



Elix Skipper: “Exactly - And what do draws do Teddy”


Teddy Fine: “Get all the hot pieces of ass at the after show party?”


Elix Skipper: “We sure do but that wasn’t what I was thinking Teddy”



Brian Lee: “We Put Butts in seats”



Elix Skipper: “Exactly Big Man, we put butts in seats so we need as many seats as possible in this venue, that’s why we commandeered this bench”


Elix Skipper “Teddy Boy, Seeing how you got that wrong, go fetch us about 3 or 4 more of these from the Park across the block from here – and you Big Man, - do what you do best and beat up some punk asses who think they are TV ready”


Brian Lee: “It’s PRIME TIME!”



Elix Skipper: “BAYBEEEEEEEE!”


Drip, drop. Drip, drop. As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken to a dark backroom where a blue fluid is seen dripping down from the ceiling. The camera pans downward, and as it does so, the repeated dripping blue liquid just so happens to be landing on the extended edge of a Switchblade; the blue liquid runs down the shaft of the blade like the shedding of a tear. The camera then pans left, winding its way up the dark leather sleeve of the individual that’s holding the blade. The soon camera unveils the mug of the knifes owner:




Switchblade Jay White.

White methodically twirls the knife that’s in his hand, presumably analyzing the blue liquid that’s come to coat his blade. White speaks.

Jay White: “In medieval times, there was a belief that members of nobility or royalty possessed blue blood, which defined them from the latter of commoners and peasants.”

Pausing briefly, White continues to twirl the blade.

Jay White: “Blue blood does not run through my veins. But, as you can clearly see, it runs through this blade, and soon, the blue blood that runs across this blade will turn red, when it runs through every single member of this roster given the opportunity. I was sitting here – lounging, in my humble abode – wondering how I should present myself to this supposed UWF Universe. Shall I be the hero? Shall I be the villain? But, perhaps, that analogy was enough to explain what kind of person I am. Someone who doesn’t care who you are, whether you’re good or evil, whether you are royalty or peasantry, whether you’re innocent or guilty; as long as you’re vulnerable, you’ll serve to meet my ends. There’s no length that I won’t go. There’s no abyss that I won’t venture. There’s no dark alley that I won’t walk. ”

The intense, cold look on White’s face eventually breaks as he cracks a smug smile on the side of his face.

Jay White: “Oh, I know what you’re thinking. I must be insane, right? Please, don’t be so judgmental; I’m only a pragmatist, and not all bad. In fact, I’ve been told that I’m good company! I tend to have the interests of my friends at heart. But, I’m sure the question you’re all asking is, why am I really here? What’s the end game? What’s the objective? Truth be told, I don’t particularly know - but - I have a rough idea. More specifically, I’m attracted to the idea of power. Championships, fame, fortune; that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? You want the bright lights. You want the wealth, the power. Anyone that tells you otherwise, with their promises of ridding this greater evil or standing up for something else, is either a liar or a fool, and you must realize that I am neither of those. Any wise man will tell you that it’s kill or be killed, and there’s no bigger proponent of that mentality than myself: the Switchblade.”

Jay White rolls his tongue around in his cheek, pausing.

Jay White: “I could tell you more. But, that’s all for now. Not to worry my loving admirers, all will be revealed in time. Tah’ tah.”

White elegantly waves goodbye with his fingers, as the camera pans upward to catch several more droplets of the blue liquid dripping from the ceiling. Just then, as it pans upward, it catches the gruesome sight of a decayed human head hanging from the ceiling, a crown on top of its head, bleeding blue blood.

Revolution, rolls on.


The feed goes down to the ring where Larry Sweeney is already in the ring.


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!



Sweeney and Triple H begin to move towards each other as the bell rings, Sweeney hits an arm drag on HHH sending him flying across the ring into the corner, Triple H pops to his feet as he looks to Sweeney with an annoyed look, Triple H looks forward not wanting to play with Sweeney, Triple H meets Sweeney in the middle of the ring, he sends out punches, hitting Sweeney with hard punches pushing him back into the ropes, HHH pushes him into the ropes as he whips him to the ropes, HHH attempts a jumping knee onto Sweeney, Triple H is pushed to the side as Sweeney moves out of the way of the knee as he turns Triple H away from himself, Triple H is off balance, Sweeney takes advantage by hitting an other arm drag as he keeps hold of HHH's arm, he locks in a chin lock to slow down the match before it even gets started....



Chris Jericho: "So, how is everybody's day going?"



Tom Phillips: "Chris, we're calling a match."



Corey Graves: "Not too bad. Could be better honestly."



Tom Phillips: "Don't encourage him Corey."



Triple H starts to use his legs as he begins to stand to his feet, Sweeney attempts to keep in the chin lock, Triple H hits back elbows to the side of Sweeney's head as he let's go of it, Sweeney does a little runup, Triple H hits him with a huge clothesline, Triple H looks down at Sweeney on his back, Sweeney attempts a kip up, but he is stopped by Triple H sending him back into the canvas with a stomp...



Tom Phillips: "Ring awareness from King Nothing, A veteran as always, Triple H needs to make sure he keeps his eyes on Kyle O'Reilly ringside"



Corey Graves: "But is he a champion Tom?, thought not..."



Chris Jericho: "Yeah Tom, neither of these men are championship material like myself"



Triple H gets to one knee as he holds up Sweeney's head, HHH sends down a fist smacking it off the face of Sweeney, Triple H sends down a few punches to follow the stiff punch up, Triple H gets to his feet as Sweeney slowly gets to his, Triple H grabs onto Sweeneys hair as he makes his way around him, Triple H ducks his head under Sweeney's shoulder, he quickly lifts up Sweeney before hitting him with the atomic drop, Sweeney runs forward holding his tailbone, Sweeney leans up against the ropes for respite, Triple H makes his way over to the man, Triple H hits Sweeney's chest with a stiff chop before pushing him into the ropes as he whips him across the ring, Triple H meets Sweeney in the middle of the ring as Larry hits him with an elbow which forces him to step back, Triple H steps forward before Sweeney hits him with a Pile driver sending him head first into the canvas, Sweeney scrambles for a cover...



Tom Phillips: "What a move! This match just might be over!"



Chris Jericho: "Puh-lease. I could kick out of that in my sleep."



Tom Phillips: "No you can't."



Chris Jericho: "Do you not watch the show, Tom?"

One...


Two...


T...


Triple H kicks Out at 2!

Sweeney on his knee grabs onto HHH's head, Sweeney sends Triple H's head into the canvas, Sweeney lifts HHH to his feet, as he gets to his feet, Sweeney attempts another delayed dead lift piledriver, Triple H uses his back to flip Sweeney over, Triple H runs to the ropes as he notices Sweeney getting to his feet, As HHH bounces off the ropes Sweeney gets to his feet, Triple H hits a running jump knee hitting Sweeney right in the jaw sending him falling backwards, Triple H taunts to the crowd before turning around to lift Sweeney to his feet, Triple H sends a boot to the gut of Sweeney which is caught, as Sweeney spins Triple H around he grabs his hand as he whips him to the ropes, Sweeney hits Triple H with a step up enzuguri on HHH, Triple H gets to his feet quickly as Sweeney lands awkwardly. Triple H realizes Sweeney in trouble, Triple H picks Sweeney to his feet, he sends him into the ropes, Triple H hits Sweeney with a jumping knee strike before attempting the cover on him...

One!..

Two!..

T...

Sweeney sends up his shoulder barely at 2!

Tom Phillips: "Either of these men could beat Jericho, it's just a matter of who will get the three count today"

Corey/Chris: "SHUT UP TOM!"

Triple H gets to his feet as he looks to the referee signaling he thought it was a slow count, Triple H shrugs it off as he turns to Sweeney, Sweeney had rolled under the apron using the slight distraction to get onto the ring apron, Sweeney uses the ropes to get to his feet as Triple H makes his way over to him, Sweeney launches himself over the ropes hitting a shoulder block on HHH, Sweeney rolls off this popping to his feet, he celebrates like he just won, Sweeney watches HHH get to his feet, Sweeney sends swift punches to the side of the games head as he lands stiff shots to the side of the head of HHH, Triple H is forced back into the ropes, Sweeney runs at Triple H with his back to the rope, Sweeney hits a clothesline which he follows through with sending both men over the top rope. Sweeney lands on his feet as Triple H land face forward, Sweeney grabs onto Triple H's head as he smacks it into the apron before swiftly sending him into the ring, Sweeney follows in behind him, Sweeney locks in a headlock onto Triple H to slow the pace of the match to a crawl, he cinches back on his head, Sweeney pulls back as he Triple H to the ground, Sweeney puts Triple H face first on the ground as he pulls back on the neck, Sweeney hooks the arm of Triple H, Sweeney cinches back on the cross face...

Chris Jericho: "Do you mind moving over a little Tom, I need to stretch my legs out"

Tom Phillips: "Why?"

Chris Jericho: "Thanks..."

Tom Phillips: "Damn It.."

Chris Jericho: "Hey that was my sleeping mask!, this match is already putting me to sleep..."

Sweeney looks to Jericho as he cinches back, Triple H slowly gets to his feet using his other arm to lift Sweeney as he gets to his feet, Triple H falls back sending Sweeney into the canvas, which is followed by Triple H's elbow in the chest of Sweeney, Triple H gets to his feet...

Tom Phillips: "Veteran instincts from Triple H, this could be the difference between these two, it's too close to call"

Chris Jericho: "I miss Mauro..., I got a suggestion for Drake Maverick, give us Mauro back and we will give you Tom Phillips

Corey Graves: "That's a deal I can get behind, I suggest EC3 give him anything he wants for Mauro, than we throw in Tom Phillips free of charge..."



Triple H get's to his feet as Sweeney holds his chest, Triple H picks up Sweeney by the sides of the head, Triple H sends him into the corner, Sweeney bounces off the turnbuckle, Triple H runs at Sweeney at full pace, Sweeney moves out of the way, Triple H stops himself running into the turnbuckles, he turns around to Sweeney who hits a kick to the gut as he turns around, Sweeney runs to the ropes, he attempts to hit a knee on Triple H, The Game moves out of the way of this attempt, Triple H sends a boot to the gut of Sweeney, Triple H attempts a pedigree which is blocked by Sweeney, who quickly gets HHH on his back before hitting a samoan drop, Sweeney goes for the cover...



One!..



Two!..



T..



Triple H powers out at 2!



Tom Phillips: "Larry Sweeney says he's a triple champion, but he could win his first shot at real gold tonight."



Chris Jericho: "He may think he's great, but he's never fought me."



Tom Phillips: "Yes he has."



Chris Jericho: "He's never fought me twice."



Sweeney gets to his feet, Triple H on his knees as Sweeney sends down punches to his head, Triple H stands up as Sweeney throws down punches, Triple hits a knee to the abdomen of Sweeney, Triple H hooks Sweeney in for the pedigree, Triple H jumps hitting Sweeney with the pedigree, Triple H flips over Sweeney for the cover, Sweeney stops halfway as he hooks his leg on the ropes saving himself, Triple H sends down a few punches to the side of the head of Sweeney, Triple H removes his legs from the ropes hooking both legs...



One!..



Two!..



Thre..



Sweeney kicks out at 2.9!



Chris Jericho: "If I were to hit my finisher on either of these men noone would kick out.."



Tom Phillips: "Sweeney delayed the pin by using his legs to stop Triple H from the pin attempt, which gave him enough time to recover..."



Corey/Chris: "Shut up Tom!"



Triple H gets to his knees he begins sending down punches to Sweeney, Triple H gets to his feet as he looks to Sweeney on the ground, Triple H lifts Sweeney to his feet, as he lifts him up, Triple H picks up Sweeney, Triple H sends down Sweeney to the canvas with a power slam, Triple H shakes his head as he looks to Jericho, Triple H picks up Sweeney yet again, Triple H hits another power slam onto Sweeney, Triple H taunts to the crowd as he signals one more time to the crowd, he lifts up Triple H to his feet before hitting him with yet another power slam, Triple H looks to the ground as he shakes his head yet again, Triple H lifts Sweeney to his knees as he attempts another Pedigree, Sweeney falls back hitting Triple H with a stiff elbow sending him to his knees, Sweeney falls back from exhaustion...



Tom Phillips: "Triple H looks like he has the advantage, Sweeney seems out of energy..."



Chris Jericho: "Yeah both men here are no match for me look at that..."



Triple H gets to his feet annoyed, Triple H lifts Sweeney to his feet, Triple H moves from the corner with Sweeney, Triple H pushes Sweeney into the ropes before whipping him on the ropes, Triple H hits a spine buster on Sweeney, Triple H sends out his arms signaling for another Pedigree in the middle of the ring, All of a sudden Triple H's legs are almost pulled from under him, Triple H turns around to see Kyle O'Reilly, O'Reilly raises his hands like he did nothing, Triple H is grabbed from behind, Sweeney hits the 68' comeback special onto Triple H, Sweeney pushes HHH over hooking both of his legs...



One!..



Two!..



Chris Jericho: "Sweeney needed assistance from an Insurance policy, I don't even"



Three!..



DING! DING! DING!



Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, and new number one contender for UWF Championship, Larry Sweeney"



Sweeney rolls out of the ring as Triple H rolls over realizing he had been robbed, Kyle O'Reilly comes over to Sweeney, both in arms making their way down the ramp, Jericho takes off his headset with UWF championship in hand, Jericho rolls into the ring as Triple H rolls out to the side of the ring, Jericho raises his title towards Sweeney on the ramp as he points to himself yelling as the show comes to a close.


END OF SHOW



Credits


Elias vs Miz - Semi

HHH vs Sweeney - Jye

Aries vs Bate, Rude vs Gulak, Kendrick vs Suzuki - Danny

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[Dres]

Promos definitely on point. Sweeney introducing Kyle O’Reilly to Sweet ‘n Sour Inc., Jay White debuting, the new Prime Time Players debuting, the return of Ryder and Emma, Miz laying down an interesting challenge to Rude, all that and more was great.

As far as matches go, they were great as well. Suzuki getting his hands on Gulak was a bit of a surprise but maybe I missed something. Had fun trash talking with Leedles again, it’s unfortunate we couldn’t even it up but with that being said I’m still happy to win my debut as Elias.

And last but not least, congratulations to the new number one contender Fauche. It’s interesting to me that the runner-up to the King of the Ring has earned the next shot, that’s very cool. Fauche and Brandyn will have a great thread, as Fauche and Crann did because Crann’s effort should not be slept on. Looking forward to what’s next for King Nothing.

[Fauche]

Yo very stoked to have in that main event that thread was tight as heck and Crann is so gosh darn good. Here, check out this second paragraph of his promo this week


"And when you've been around as long as I have, you learn a thing or two about the kind of people this business attracts. It's actually a pretty short list. You have the sadistic psychopaths like Marseglia and Jacobs who are just here to hurt people. You have the cynical jackoffs like Marty Scurll and Chris Jericho who are here more for the paycheck than anything and then you have the guys like Sweeney and Bryan who want so badly to convince people that they are great and who want the legacy and the glory. None of those kinds of guys give a damn about this business, not really. But there's a fourth kind of guy who does, and that guy... I'm one of them. We go out to that ring at every opportunity to fight, not only for ourselves and our own selfish desires but because there are tens of thousands of people out there who have paid good money to watch strong men trade punches. For guys like me, it's not our own legacy that matters. There's a higher calling, and that calling is the legacy of this business... this industry... to which we have given so much. Everything.
"


The whole thing was real good but that's actually effing perfect. Hat's off. Loved it. I was hoping if I won it would be cause Kyle interfered. Gets him over as goon from the get go. Loved that too. Thanks for writing a real good match, Jye. Commentary was tip top.


ALSO, I'm a big fan of Dres' Elias. I am not a big fan of Soup's Jay White. Not Scottish enough but I am happy he is back. Leyton Buzzard pink text was hard to read and Elias vs. Miz was BIG LETTERS but heck I'm just splitting hairs here it was otherwise a dandy show. Thanks to the writers for writing it.