Post by Danny on Sept 27, 2018 4:23:48 GMT -6
Once the video ends, pyro goes off all around the arena, the camera panning through the crowd showing the excited faces of the UWF faithful. The whole crowd seemingly chant "UWF! UWF! UWF!" in a never ending fashion. The camera then cuts to ringside where Tom Phillips and Corey Graves are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Revolution! With me is my broadcast partner, former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Next Sunday is UWF's first dual branded pay per view in quite a while and I can't wait to see what both shows produce.
Tom Phillips: That's Sunday though, tonight we have ourselves a huge main event. After weeks of Sweeney, Jericho and Triple H getting involved with one another, they'll look to settle it all when Triple H and Chris Jericho team up to face Larry Sweeney and his insurance policy, Kyle O'Reilly.
Corey Graves: That's not the only odd couple tag team though as opponents at Genesis will be forced to team together when Elias and Austin Aries take on The Miz and Rick Rude.
Tom Phillips: It'll be interesting to see who'll get along but the UWF continues to grow and we'll see two new superstars debut this week. They'll go up against two other newish wrestlers, Jay White and Brian Lee.
Corey Graves: Enough with the rundown, let's get the show started!
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see the recently acquired assistant of Maxine, Veda Scott, backstage in a formal attire, as is to be expected of her now. She appears to be in the production booth, speaking with several backstage technicians over their shoulder as the technicians are looking at their individual monitors. However, the technicians look a little pestered, for whatever reason. Veda has an iPad in her hand, swiping things off as she speaks—
Veda Scott: “Lights, check. Audience microphones, check. Hard camera, check. Alright, everything seems to be working as it should. –Oh, and one more thing, as protocol demands, make sure Chris Jericho’s pyro is working properly just one last time. I want absolutely no mistakes now that I’m around.”
The two of the technicians groan, while the other one just slaps his hands down on the desk in frustration with Veda’s overprepared, penny-pinching nature. Two other producers, who aren’t paying attention to Veda, strategizing among themselves with one of them typing on a computer as they’re about to post a video to the UWF Youtube—
Producer #1: “Haha! I’m gonna title this video… Former Universal Champion, Eric Young, spotted beating off behind a dumpster [MUST WATCH]”
Producer #2: “Yeah! Work those marks!”
Producer #1: “Producing wrestling is so easy when you have no self-esteem!”
Veda doesn’t seem to be phased by the crew’s moaning, but she just happens to overhear the producers in the back, as she then escapes the trailer to prevent having to talk to the two other slimy producers when they’re done. Quickly closing the door, as she begins to talk to herself—
Veda Scott: “How have they survived a year with crews this sloppy? No wonder the original UWF went under!”
Veda shakes her head, with a hand against her forehead. Suddenly, a voice rings out from the left of her—
Jay White: “Rough day?”
Switchblade Jay White, comes into view of the camera from the right side, as Veda looks up to see him.
Veda Scott: “Huh’, Yeah — I mean – excuse me, sir. I’m in the middle of a very important… uh.. quality assurance meeting with our production staff.”
White smiles.
Jay White: “I don’t know if that’s true.”
Veda giggles.
Veda Scott: “Yeah, it’s not. Did you know there wasn’t even a checklist for making sure all the equipment was optimal before I got here today? It’s like it’s all been run on magic until now!”
Jay White: “Right? I was rewatching my match last week with Brian Lee, and they completely missed my European Uppercut into the corner when they were switching angles!”
Veda Scott: “Seriously? You know what, I remember asking about a few of those slip-ups when we were reviewing the tapes last week, and all they can tell me is that mistakes happen. I mean, what! Are you telling me we can’t do a little better?”
Jay shakes his head, as he extends his hand forward.
Jay White: “That’s just ridiculous. My name’s Jay, by the way.”
Veda reaches forward to shake his hand.
Veda Scott: “I presumed such. Veda Scott, assistant to Maxine.”
Jay White: “It’s good to meet you, Veda. Listen, I need to go prepare for my match. Talk to you later, yeah?”
Veda Scott: “Of course, don’t let me hold you up.”
Jay waves goodbye, as the camera fades to black on Veda as she reenters the production booth. Likewise, Revolution rolls on.
The Prime Time Players are backstage, Brian Lee is seated in the middle with Elix and Teddy standing beside him.
Brian Lee: "Last Week, you saw me give my all, you saw me take on a talented young man named Jay White, and I pushed him to his limits, but I fell short"
Elix Skipper: "Don't worry about it Big Man, the kid got in your head, it's a one off loss so don't over think it"
Brian Lee: "no - Credit where credit is due, Jay, you beat me, but next time you won't, next time we cross paths I'm gonna come back harder and tougher then you've ever imagined"
Skipper and Fine place a hand on the shoulder of Brian Lee
Brian Lee: "But Last Week you also saw the birth of a new PRIME TIME star, Jay got the win but I got the attention of the crowd and the boys in the back, I got everyone saying "Wow" - They had no idea what to expect when I stepped forth into Revolution but now they know what I'm About - now they know what PRIME TIME is about"
Brian Lee gets up and lifts the camera up
Brian Lee: "so now we come to this week, with me having a fire in my eyes and an intensity rekindled facing Tetsuya Naito, Me with a point to prove versus a guy who's always had a point to prove everywhere he goes - Naito! - you may be Tranquilo, you may be Ungovernable, but you aren't PRIME TIME"
Elix and Teddy simultaneously: "BAYBEEEEEEEEE"
Tony Chimel: "From Adachi, Japan... Weighing in at 225 Pounds, Tetsuya Naitooooooo!"
Naito walks out from the back, as nonchalant as he normally is. He strolls down the ramp as the crowd cheer him on, waiting for his match patiently.
After rolling into the ring, he stands up in the middle of it, and preforms his signature taunt.
Lee waits for Master of Puppets to get past the Instrumental opening before appearing on the ramp, he then slowly walks down the ramp
Announcer: "Approaching the ring at this time, from The Primetime section of Saint Petersburg, Florida, weiighing in at 290 pounds, He is The Most TV Ready Wrestler in the world - PRIMETIME, Brian Lee"
The announcement also plays in Spanish, French and Japanese because The Prime Time Players are world famous so they have fans who speak other languages
Lee usually looks and finds for Elix Skipper or Teddy Fine who appear in disguise in the crowd and interacts with them, he continues on down the ramp and grips his wrist before getting to the ring and walking round to the right side of it before stepping up to the apron pushing down the top rope and stepping over and then poses in the ring before shouting "PRIMETIME"
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell rings Naito pushes his forearm into the chin of Lee, Naito pushes Lee to the corner, Lee strikes Naito with a stiff right punch to the chin of Naito. Naito steps back from being punched, Lee steps forward hitting him with another strike, Naito steps back again, Lee gets a little run up before hitting a big boot onto Naito, Lee points to Elix Skipper as him and Fine clap as the match continues. Lee gets Naito to his feet as he looks around holding his opponents head, Lee lifts up Naito quickly before smacking his back on the tip of his knee, Lee stands up from his knee, Lee puts a boot onto the chest of Naito for a cover...
One...
Naito kicks out at One!
Corey Graves: "That was very close Brian Lee, Lee has no chance of losing this match"
Tom Phillips: "That was a one count Corey..."
Corey Graves: "And?"
Naito rolls over to his belly as Lee looks annoyed at Naito kicking out. Lee picks up Naito by his hair, Naito hits a kick to the ribs of Lee, Naito moves to the ropes as soon as Lee lets go off him, Naito on the rebound hits Lee with a stiff rolling wheel kick, Lee falls back, Naito gets to his feet pumped as Lee staggers on his feet, Naito runs to the ropes as Lee gets to his feet, Naito rebounds he hits yet another stiff rolling wheel kick on the top of Lee's head again, Lee looks out of it....
Tom Phillips: "The speed that Naito was able to do two consecutive kicks is insane"
Naito gets to his feet as he looks down to Lee who is now stirring, Naito looks to Lee as he gets to his knees, Naito steps back before hitting a high knee to Lee, Naito goes for a cover...
One...
Two...
Lee kicks out at Two!
Tom Phillips: "Something he learned in Japan, That looks like it almost took Lee's Jaw off, Japanese wrestling is known to be alot more hard hitting strikes than wrestling here in the US, It's always great to see performers from around the world perform here in the UWF"
Naito grabs onto Lee as he begins to get to his feet, Lee is able to send a fist to the rib cage of Naito, Lee throws Naito to the ropes, Naito attempts a jumping DDT onto Lee catches onto Naito mid move, Lee turns around Naito before hitting him with a kneeling pile driver onto the canvas, Lee flicks back his hair as he gets to his knees, Lee gets up in frustration. Lee gets to his feet as he sends down boots to Naito, Lee stops the boots as Naito gets up through the assault. Lee clinches his hand around the throat of Naito as he gets to his feet, Lee lifts up Naito, Lee slams Naito into the canvas with a devastating choke slam. Lee goes for the cover...
Corey Graves: "Talk about Hard hitting a devastating Primetime Slam, from Brian Lee. Prime Time is when its time for Brian Lee to shine; just like that."
One...
Two...
Thre...
No!, Naito's places his foot on the bottom rope...
Tom Phillips: "Naito barely able to get his foot on the bottom rope, Naito saving this match..."
Naito looks out of it as he looks around groggily, Lee gets to his feet to take out his anger on Naito. Lee lifts Naito to his feet as he places Naito's head into his arm pit, Lee lifts up Naito vertically, Lee goes for the suplex but Naito flips out of it before impact, Lee turns around to a kick to the midsection, Naito realizes the room he just gave himself as he runs to the ropes, Naito backs up before running at Lee, Naito jumps connecting both boots into the chest of Lee sending him into the corner, Naito gets to his feet quickly before running again at Lee, Naito jumps on the top rope hitting Lee with a single leg dropkick, Naito flips over onto the apron before sweeping his leg under Lees causing him to fall to his rear, Naito than jumps over the ropes using them to send both feet into the chest of Lee who's sitting in corner, Lee's head and back smash off the turnbuckles, Naito rolls back up to his feet...
Tom Phillips: "What a fluid offense shown by Naito, He is truly something else, flowing just like a river..."
Corey Graves: "Not that impressive did you see the Primetime Slam from Lee before, I think not."
Naito taunts to the crowd as Lee begins to slowly make his way to his feet, Naito grabs onto the arm before attempting a somersault reverse DDT, Lee grabs hold half way through the move, Lee has Naito up on his shoulder, Naito pushes himself off the shoulders of Lee, Naito kicks out the leg of Lee, Naito is about to move around before Elix Skipper gets on the apron, Naito looks off to him, Fine attempts to grab the legs of Naito, Naito steps on the hands of Fine, Naito turns around to shake his finger at Fine, Lee grabs a hold of Naito from behind hitting him with a back breaker rack drop, Lee hooks both legs of Naito...
Corey Graves: "Time to cancel any plans you had of Naito winning Tom, Brian Lee has done it..."
One...
Two...
Three
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "The winner of this contest by pinfall, He is Prime Time, Brian LEEEEE!"
Skipper and Fine jump in the ring to congratulate Lee on this victory, the three men play to the crowd as the referee raises Lee's hand in victory...
Leyton makes his way on camera, the camera follows him as he sings before...
Leyton Buzzard
Do You Come from a land down under...
Where..
Leyton is stopped by a man in a security shirt, The man removes his hand from the chest of Leyton; who looks confused.
Security: Sorry you can't enter, Mr Carter said to refuse you entry to tonight's venue...
I work here... EC3 gave me his word two weeks ago... He gave me his pack of gum and said *Leyton begins a terrible EC3 accent* "I would pay you $20 per show", You can't do this...
Security: I can and I have.
Leyton looks disheartened before a grin comes on his face as he moves his head closer to the man...]
[Don't tell anyone we can be even...
Leyton slides a piece of gum into the pocket of the security guard who looks annoyed at Leyton, Leyton looks really closely at the name tag which reads "Tom"
See you soon Dom...
Leyton begins to walk into the entrance before he is stopped again by Tom...
Security: I'm calling the police just stay put...
The security guy begins using his phone, Leyton realizes this and turns and runs away from the man, The security guard stops himself from following before waving his hand and going back to his post...
The feed follows to a dark room where a man wearing a crowned skull mask is seen, almost snarling.
After roughly ten seconds of uncomfortable silence, the man begins to speak. His voice is instantly recognizable as that of King Nothing.
TRIPLE H
There are few men in this business who manage to stir up my emotions. Few men who can say or do something to get a response, positive or negative, from me. One is still lying on a hospital bed, beaten so badly by my own two hands that he can't even stand. Another is retired, after many long runs at the top and as my dearest friend. A handful of others haunt the periphery of this business, making brief returns from time to time but never truly hanging around. And then there is the one that I am going to be meeting in that ring. Tonight.
Hunter points to his side and the camera pans to show the UWF Revolution ring, the surrouding seats empty; clearly, this segment was pre-recorded.
Larry Sweeney. If he has the nerve to show up, Sweeney will live to regret that decision. He will regret it when I lift him up and slam him down with the spinebuster. He will regret it when I hit him in his pretty-boy face with the running knee. And he will regret it most of all when he faces the King's Justice. Sweeney and that underling of his, that diabetic punk Kyle O'Reilly... they are both marked men. Marked by the King. Marked for execution.
Hunter lifts his hands up to remove his skull mask, lifting it slowly from his shaved head as his lip twitches with contempt.
Tonight. Tonight the pretender is put down. Tonight I dig a hole deep enough to bury two men and drop their bodies into it. Tonight, I show the world that there is only one True King here in the UWF. King Nothing.
The camera zooms in on HHH as he pauses for dramatic emphasis.
And the world will bow down to him soon enough.
The feed abruptly cuts.
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.
Elias: Hello I am Elias. It is my third time in a row with you here live on Revolution and we’re going to celebrate that with the team of myself and Austin Aries going on to a victory because after all, the third time is the charm and, “A Double” plus one can only equal a triple.
Now, this week Miz came out to this ring and said that he was more out here to address Austin than he was to address me. I think that’s arrogant considering he has to compete against both of us but I suppose that’s all he and Rick Rude know how to be. I look at this team of self-obsessed members of the Intercontinental Championship scene and I don’t think, “What a man” and I don’t think, “Awesome” either.
But before I get to what I think, I hail from the star making city of Pittsburgh in the winning state of Pennsylvania and I weigh in tonight at two hundred and seventeen pounds, which, if you aren’t using American currency, still wouldn’t be enough to buy you a mirror Rick finds suitable. Now...
Heard it from a friend who,
Heard it from a friend who,
Heard it from another that both of you suuuck.
They say you got a complex,
That comes on like a reflex.
That you’re gods of wrestling, but you’re more like the shmuuucks.
You...
Before Elias can continue, he’s interrupted.
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. Meanwhile Elias' partner Aries comes into the ring, having been on the side the entire time Elias was performing.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and aggresively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.
Rude: Cut the music. Cut my music!
Rude: In just a moment, this cluster muck of a match will get started and we will have what will probably be the most unorganized and spiteful tag team match in the history of this business. Yet, we all have our egos so we will attempt to set aside our differences...for a moment. So I guess we will just have to wait and see who tries to screw over their partner first.
Tonight, I find myself with the misfortune of teaming with a man that is so obsessed with me that it is running his wife away. Luckily, the saving grace is the fact that she is here at ringside tonight. On the other side of the ring, I’m going to have to fend off a guitar picking hippy and his big-eared partner. Hey, call the Weekly World News, I think we might have found Bat Boy.
With that being said...what I’d like to have right now...is for all of the chumps besides me in this match, and all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, sweaty, crummy, smelly, inner city swamp donkeys to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show Miss Maryse what she’s going to be seeing up close and personally here in a few weeks. Hit my music!
[QUIET ON THE SET, CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!
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's 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.
VS
DING DING DING
Miz and Rude star each other down for a bit but Rude casually walks away and heads out onto the apron. Miz is nodding, saying yeah he'll start the match but with his attention turned to Rude he doesn't notice Aries dart across the ring and hit him right in the back of the head with the IED dropkick! The Miz is dazed right off the back and root just smiles at him, not giving a care in the world about his partner. Aries turns him around him and gives him a chop right to the chest. Rude simply puts his hands up and backs away letting Aries do whatever he wants to his partner. Aries gives him a brief glare before sending Miz to the other side of the ring with an Irish whip. Miz hits the corner hard and falls forward from the impact, his head whip lashing into the back of the top turnbuckle. Aries walks forward and tags in Elias. Elias grabs Miz and hits a quick vertical suplex, floating over into a pinfall.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Miz kicks out!
Tom Phillips: The Miz hasn't got a lick of offense so far into this match.
Corey Graves: Look I like the Miz as much as the next guy but he's been so singular focused recently that it's been costing him a lot of his matches.
Elias grabs the Miz and brings him back to his feet. He puts him in an abdominal stretch, putting more strain all over his body. Miz is facing his corner and only has the smug face of Rude to give him comfort. Rude doesn't even bother stretching his hand out to reach for the tag, choosing instead to just laugh at the Miz. Normally the fans would be cheering to get out of the submission but nobody likes the Miz. That doesn't stop Miz from trying to find strength from somewhere, whether that's the Intercontinental championship, his wife Maryse or his baby girl Monroe Sky, he finally comes up with the power to bring Elias over with a hip toss. Miz immediately falls down and holds his back.
The Miz reaches out for a tag but he's more than halfway across the ring. He tries to slowly crawl his way over but Elias is already up and gives him a stiff kick to the face. Next, he grabs the Miz and lifts him up into a vertical suplex. He's keeping him up in the air, letting all the blood rush to his head but the Miz falls back behind him, grabbing his head on the way down and hitting a neck breaker! Both men are down but Miz is closer to his corner. Elias has come to first however and manages to tag in Aries. Austin quickly runs over to attack the Miz but Miz just makes the tag to Rude!
Tom Phillips: And this is the first time we're seeing Rick Rude come into this match!
Corey Graves: Playtime's over and it's time these newbies go up against the real man!
Rude comes in and nearly takes Aries head off with a clothesline. He then runs over and gives Elias a stiff forearm that knocks him off the apron. Aries comes after him but Rude gives him a kick to the gut, trying to follow up with a DDT but Aries starts to punch him in the ribs and runs forward, backing Rude into a corner. Rude keeps the front facelock in but has to break it due to being in the ropes. The ref gives him a count for 4 before he finally releases but when he does, Austin gives him a headbutt to the stomach! With Rude keeled over, Aries simply lifts him onto his shoulders before sending him to the mat with a death valley driver! He hooks his leg for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Rude kicks out! Elias yells out to Aries, telling him he wants a piece of Rude for the cheapshot. A Double brings Rude up to his feet and drags him over to the corner, tagging in Elias. He opens Rude up for the Drifter to give him a punch right to the ribs. Next, he scoops up the Intercontinental Champion for a body slam but instead just tosses towards the middle of the ring, Rude hitting the mat hard. He reaches out for The Miz but Miz doesn't really show him any remorse, instead just staring a hole through him.
Tom Phillips: So far these two haven't necessarily done anything to hurt their team but they certainly aren't on the same page.
Corey Graves: If somebody took my championship, then tried to take my wife from me and then I beat them up, I'm sure we wouldn't be on good terms.
Elias comes over and picks Rude back up but Rick starts giving him a few body shots to break free from his grasp. Elias however takes back control with a knee to the gut to cut off any momentum. He follows that up by grabbing Rude's hair with both hands and just throwing him back, slamming the back of his head against the mat. Rude can be seen wincing from the pain but Elias soon comes down on him with a knee drop to the face! Then he drops down to hook the leg for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Rude kicks out! Elias waste little time in getting back to his feet, bring the Intercontinental Champion up along with him but Rude suddenly pops up and gives Elias a punch right across the face. The hit seems to have caught him off guard as he staggers a bit from it. Rude runs after him, trying to follow it up with a clothesline to the outside but the Drifter blocks it with a back elbow. Rude stumbles backwards as Elias comes forward but he gets caught off guard again with a kick to the gut, followed up with a DDT! He turns Elias over and goes for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Elias kicks out!
Corey Graves: Rude looking still a little groggy after the attack from The Miz last week.
Tom Phillips: Both Miz and Rude don't feel like they're at 100% but they're still bringing the fight to Aries and Elias.
Both men stay down for while, Rude opting to rest a bit while Miz berates him for not following up on the sidelines. Elias starts to stir and so Rude decides to get up as well. He manages to get to his feet first and comes up behind Elias, putting him a sleeper hold! The Drifter tries to wiggle free but Rude has got the hold on tight. Elias is no small dude however and manages to move just so slightly over to his corner. Aries stick his hand out waiting for a tag. Elias inches closer and closer and when he's a fingertip away. Miz suddenly pulls Aries feet off the apron and he slams his face into the ring on the way down! Miz quickly runs over back to his corner while Rude pulls Elias back into the center of the ring.
Elias uses Rude's own momentum against him by willingly moving backwards with him to bounce into the ropes. Miz manages to make the blind tag as Elias is able to throw Rude forward snapmare. Elias goes ahead and kicks him in the back of the head. He tries to pick up Rude right away, hooking his leg to get him in position for the Drift Away but Miz comes in behind him and takes out his knee with a chop block! Elias buckles down and releases Rude. Rick grabs Elias in a headlock and just starts punching away while Miz stomps on the leg. Aries sees that Elias is at a disadvantage and rushes into the ring.
Corey Graves: Hey stop him ref! He has no business being in there!
Tom Phillips: He can't just allow his partner to get double teamed.
Corey Graves: They made a tag, they got a good five seconds to get as much offense in as they want. Besides, Elias is his opponent for Genesis, he should be glad he's getting hurt.
Tom Phillips: Not everyone is as selfish as you Graves.
Corey Graves: Not everyone was a World Champion either...
Aries comes sliding into the ring and spins around, gaining even more momentum as he nails Rude with the discus fivearm! Rude goes down hard and Aries kicks him until he rolls to the outside. He's busy looking at Rude that he doesn't notice Miz come up behind him, grabbing his legs and just tossing him over the ropes, Aries' back hitting the apron hard on the way down. He turns back around to face Elias who is still on his knees, suffering from the attacks to the leg. Miz notices he's in perfect position and so he starts to unleash a barrage of It Kicks! He hit's him about five times until Elias catches one of his kicks. He shakes his head and tries to stand but his leg almost immediately gives out. He tries scrambling to the ropes to keep him upright but Miz is able to quickly follow through, hooking him up from behind before hitting the Skull Crushing Finale! He turns Elias around and hooks both legs for a deep cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Intercontinental Champion Rick Rude and The Miz!
The ref goes to raise The Miz's hand but Miz pulls away rather quickly, looking over at Rick Rude who is coming to on the outside. Miz simply bails out of the ring and heads up the ramp, making sure Rude can't get a receipt for the attack last week. Aries gets up as well and looks at Elias, shaking his head. He too starts to head up the ramp, not bothering to check on his opponent for Genesis. The scene slowly fades out.
Talk Is Jericho, baybay
Talk Is Jericho
Talk Is Jericho, mama
Talk Is Me
Chris Jericho: Welcome to Talk Is Jericho, the pod of thunder and rock 'n' roll. I am the one, the only, the UWF Champion, the Chris Jericho, previewing the upcoming Genesis pay-per-view, the first of its co-branded kind, coming to you LIVE on Sunday, October 7th. But first, please welcome my guest for today's show, former authority figure Shane McMahon, here to talk about the state of the union.
Shane McMahon: Whatever you've heard about me is completely false.
Chris Jericho: I'll keep that in mind. First question, which show do you think is the better show thus far?
Shane McMahon: Ratings-wise, I'd say Resistance is better, with the boost in viewership that comes with a new brand and a new product. Content-wise, it's a toss-up for me.
Chris Jericho: I see. What about fan reactions? What does the general public have to say in the matter?
Shane McMahon: Well, it doesn't help Revolution's case that the two guys fighting for the top belt are unlikable assholes. Add that in with the fact that Resistance is getting an Elimination Chamber match and you've got a recipe for losing the mid-week war between the brands.
Chris Jericho: But none of that matters because we have some great talents around here. Example: me. Who better could you have as the top guy?
Shane McMahon: You have a valid point, but one man cannot make a roster great. Trust me, I tried.
Chris Jericho: And we have some solid up-and-coming talents like The Miz and Triple H.
Shane McMahon: Oh, please. I could name a thousand guys better than him. The only reason he beat you is bec-
Chris Jericho: Hey. Don't be badmouthing the former Intercontinental Champion. Y'know you'd appreciate him more if you got to know him.
Shane McMahon: That's not... Never mind. Just ask the next question.
Chris Jericho: Fine. Next question. If you ran either of the shows, what would you do differently?
Shane McMahon: Well, the first thing I'd do as GM of Revolution is establish some authority. Things have gotten out of hand, especially with the Sweeney Saga. On the other side, I dunno. They seem to be doing everything right as far as I can tell.
Chris Jericho: So you're saying you have not a single issue with what the rivals are putting on?
Shane McMahon: No. I'm not saying that at all. I'm jus-
Chris Jerichi: Welp, we're all outta time. Thanks to Shane for joining me on the latest edition of "Ruining Chris Jericho's Acquaintanceships". We'll see who has a bone to pick with me next time, but for now, I'll kick it over to future me. Go.
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Here are my official predictions for UWF Genesis going Live on Sunday, October 7th, 2018.
Act Two, Scene One: The Card
Arn Anderson v. Elijah Wood
Scottie Pippen and Baron Blade v. The Greatest Tag Team to Ever Live
Drew "Going-To-The" Gulag v. Japan's Greatest Export
Billy Idol v. A Hurricane Victim
Richard Reed (c) v. One Swell Guy
Mr. Irrelevant (c) v. Martin Luther
The Elimination Clusterfuck
The G.O.A.T. (c) v. Larold The Loon
Act Two, Scene Two: The Picks
Elias sings a song of victory.
The Usos live on forever.
Drew Gulak gives his opponent a taste of his own medicine.
Matt Hardy blows away his opponent.
Maryse stays with her husband like a good and sensible person.
Marty Scurll wins his second title.
Uhhhh..... Fuck it. Juventud for the win.
Act Three: Rant of the Week
One down, about twenty to go. Something tells me this is going to go well. Not just retaining the title, but really well, like murdering Larry out of his own boots. Beating him so bad they'll have to force him to vacate his other championships. But who really cares about them anyway? Not like Sweeney was going to defend them in the first place. Nope, it's just another roadblock on my path to success, and if Sweeney's my Smokey, then call me The Bandit.
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The action in the ring has been amazing so far on the episode of Revolution as a stand alone brand. It's time to take a break away from the ring though as the cameras change from ringside to a close up of a certain superstars face. He isn't looking too happy as he just stares into the distance, like he isn't there in his mental state.
It appears Zack is just sitting in his lockeroom as a door can be heard in the distance. Zack looks up, looking towards the sound as he doesn't even bother getting up. He just looks that way and sighs. Zack is joined in the room by his sidekick, or really we should say his dominant partner, Emma as she doesn't look happy at all. She looks down on Zack, who has switched to putting his head in his hands now. She begins to speak.
Emma: What was the point of our little promo 2 weeks ago Zack? I sat there, nice and relaxed on my deck chair in the sunshine, with you next to me looking straight down that camera lens, deciding to tell the UWF Universe everything we had spoke about earlier that day. I sat there and I promised all your fans that you were a changed man, that you were the good guy again and how you were going to turn everything around. We understood we had a problem and we were both working hard to solve that problem but at the very first hurdle, you fall down again. I have some Visa issues getting back into the country and I understand that you just ignore Elias when he had something to say. Now I understand that sometimes no showing and waiting to do your talking in the ring is warranted but how many times does that actually work Zack? I can tell you that it never works in UWF. Never ever ever does it work so I don't know why you thought you would do it but I could have let it slide if you managed to win that match but what happened? Even when I was in your corner, you still lost!! I could stand here and blame Brian Kendrick for taking the pin but he isn't to blame. He was left in a 2 on 1 situation because of you. I'm stood here right now, just like I was last week and I'm not looking down at the Zack Ryder who I deemed good enough to be brought over to the Aussie Side. I'm stood here looking down at a sorry excuse for a man that isn't even a shell of his old self. It actually breaks my heart at this moment in time to see what you have become Zack but behind every good man, there is an even better Sheila and luckily enough for you, you have the best Sheila in the business willing to help you turn it around. I'm not going to lie, it's going to get harder before it gets better, you might hate me before you like me again but I gurantee I will bring you results. If you just want a Cheer Leader, go ask Dolph Ziggler, I heard his back in town so go knock on his door but if you want someone that wants the best for you, you better shape up and show not only me some effort, not only this crowd some effort but the big man in charge some effort because if you decide to not show up next time Zack, well you can safely assume that I will go to Ethan Carter himself and ask him to relieve us of our duties. I don't need this, I have enough money for my lifetime, I can go back home to Australia, to my family and leave you all alone but this is your final warning Zack, you better shape up.... because I need a man.
Emma finishes speaking, looking down on Zack but not waiting for him to do anything as she just finishes her speech, turning and walking away. The camera shows Zack still just looking down at his feet, twiddling his thumbs as the camera shoots off elsewhere.
Drew Gulak walks up to a podium placed on his shoulder is the Television title. He takes a deep breath and shuffles some papers before beginning his speech.
Drew Gulak: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Drew Gulak I am for a better Revolution, and I am your current television champion. Having held this belt for nearly one month at this point, and at Genesis I will defend this very belt against another Champion in UFC Champion Minoru Suzuki. Now before I get into the main question at hand I would like to state my precautions to make sure this conference goes smoothly, I feel it fair that they get their own spotlight as they are protecting my well being. People of the UWF may I introduce you to “smooth sailing” Ashley Remington.
Ashley Remington walks in and gives a finger gun to Drew Gulak before the two shake hands and Drew Gulak nods in thanks before going back to the podium.
Drew Gulak: Now onto the main concern at hand of why I did not challenge for the UFC title, but instead put my own title on the line. That’s a simple question, but with a complex answer. For the sake of brevity I will say it as such. I do not wish for the UFC title around my waist, this is a matter of standing up for Revolution, this very title I hold, and pretty much everything I stand for, and holding that title would be a distasteful reminder. Whereas when I beat Suzuki, the very belt he holds will be nothing more than a reminder.
He goes to say his finishing words but then Ashley Remington taps him on the shoulder and whispers in his ear. Drew Gulak nods and says back into the microphone.
Drew Gulak: Uh it appears Ashley Remington has some words, and I will grant him the floor.
Ashley Remington steps up to the podium and leans on it causally.
Ashley Remington: It would be quite unsporting of me, not to give some notice of this at the very least. Well I wasn’t aware you two were playing doubles, and here Gulak is without a partner swimming alone in the giant ocean you call Suzuki-gun. Well if you consider your desperado friend your second then Gulak has just found a boat to freedom by the name of SS Remington, and that my friends is… (Takes off tinted glasses) Smooth.
He puts his glasses back on and accompanies Drew Gulak off stage.
Hyper's "Lies" starts to blare through the speakers, as the arena soon begins to descend into jeers for the Switchblade. As soon as the beat kicks in, Jay White slowly emerges from the back. Jay stands there for a moment, an almost empty, cold, look on his face, before he extends his arms outward and makes two Shaka signs with his hands, swiping them across his throat to make a throat slitting gesture with the signs. White then heads down to the ring.
Tony Chimel: “Making his way to the ring, from Auckland, New Zealand, weighing 220 pounds - he is the Switchblade - Jay White!”
Switchblade continues on his way down the ramp with his arms wide open cockily, chiefly for the world to embrace him. The crowd reciprocates by flooding him with more boos. Now at ringside, White pivots right to make his way around the other side of the ring, hopping up on the ringside apron, methodically stepping through the ring ropes to get inside the ring.
White, now inside the ring, heads to his corner and takes off his Switchblade Jacket, handing it off to some ringside worker.
DING! DING! DING!
Dolph Ziggler and Jay White look at each other as the bell sounds to get the match underway, Ziggler attempts a single leg take down on Jay but, it's blocked by White who grabs onto the head of Ziggler, White swings up a high knee to the chest of Ziggler who staggers back from the move, White strikes Ziggler with a hard punch, both men start trading punches like no tomorrow, White begins to get an advantage with the striking competition but Ziggler makes a comeback in the trade off, Ziggler pushes White's back into the rope, Ziggler grabs onto the hand of White before whipping him across the ring, Ziggler goes down to the canvas as White jumps over him, Ziggler turns around to White who is rebounding off the ropes, Ziggler jumps connecting his boots to the chest of White...
Corey Graves: "What a terrible drop kick from Ziggler, sucking up to the fans here tonight, disgusting..."
Tom Phillips: "Can you still do a drop kick?"
Ziggler gets to his feet as he begins raining down boots to the downed White, Jay looks like he is pain as Ziggler continues the assault. Ziggler stops as soon as the referee begins to motion to stop the assault. Ziggler stalks Jay as he begins to groggily make his way up to his feet, Ziggler attempts a super kick onto Jay as he gets to his feet, Jay grabs the foot of Dolph, White spins around Ziggler leg, as Dolph spins around, Jay catcsignals for the Blade Runner...
Corey Graves: "White has this in the bag..."
Jay begins to twist around but no... Ziggler gets out of the hold as he faces White, Ziggler goes around Jay, as he grabs onto the head of White as he falls down to the ground, White's head is smacked off the canvas from the sit out rear mat slam, Ziggler pulls up one leg of White attempting the pin...
Tom Phillips: "A nice reversal from Ziggler, now attempting to pick up the victory early in this match"
One...
Two...
White kicks out at Two!
Corey Graves: "You actually thought he had a chance good joke, Tom..."
Ziggler releases the leg of White, Ziggler pulls back his hair in disbelief, Ziggler grabs onto White's head as he stands to his feet, Ziggler has White on his knees. Ziggler steps away from White, Ziggler jumps as he begins to attempt a famouser, White moves his head of the way, Ziggler off balance, White attempts a Clothesline to the back of the head of Ziggler who ducks the attempt. White hits the ropes, Jay turns around into a clothesline which sends him over the ropes to the floor, Ziggler starts pumping him self up, Ziggler runs to the other side of the ring, Ziggler makes it to the ropes leaping over them, White quickly catches Ziggler, White brings him down onto the barricade, White goes back first off the barricade...
Corey Graves: "Ring awareness from Jay White this is what wins you matches Tom, you wouldn't know that Tom, I've wrestled before, Ziggler getting burnt because he wanted to please idiots like you..."
White wipes the sweat off his brow as Ziggler grimaces around in pain, White grabs onto the head of Ziggler who is still in immense pain, White sends Ziggler into the ring, White follows behind Ziggler... Ziggler on his knees as White jumps and stomps down right on the head of Ziggler... White goes for the cover...
Corey Graves: "White is going to win, in your face Tom..."
One...
Two...
NO! Ziggler kicks out at Two!
Tom Phillips: "Ziggler with the perseverance to be able to kick out a win here means the world to both these men..."
White looks pleased with this as he gets to continue the assault on Ziggler, White mounts on top of Ziggler as he begins to rain down punches and elbows to the jaw and temple of Ziggler, Jay taking his time with these punches. Ziggler can't fight back, White continues the punches, the referee begins to scream at White to stop, Jay continues with these vicious punches and elbows, Jay only stops when the referee threatens him with being disqualified...
Tom Phillips: "How disgusting, this man is taking enjoyment out of this... he looks pleased with himself"
White gets to his feet as he looks at Ziggler who now has a cut on his forehead from the strikes... White looks at Ziggler struggling to get to his feet, Ziggler crawls to the corner for salvation, Ziggler begins to use the ropes to get to his feet, Ziggler rest for a little back to the turnbuckles, White runs at Ziggler hitting him with a running European uppercut... Ziggler steps forward about to fall face forward, White quickly grabs onto Ziggler hitting him with turning snap suplex sending him into the turnbuckles...
Corey Graves: "White understanding where he is in the ring to inflict more damage to Ziggler..."
Ziggler looks completely out of energy barely moving from the move, White lifts Ziggler to his feet to add insult to injury, White moves them to the middle of the ring, White gets him in position for a Blade Runner, As he turns for the move, Ziggler gets his head out of it before hitting a super kick from almost outta nowhere, both men fall face forward, Ziggler and White unable to get up...
Tom Phillips: "Both men putting their all into the match"
White slowly gets to his feet as Ziggler has only started stirring, White finally uses the ropes to get to his feet. Ziggler is lifted to his feet by White who doesn't look pleased, Ziggler looks almost helpless, Jay hits a few knife edge chops to the chest of Ziggler, they are heard throughout the arena, White whips Ziggler into the corner hard, Ziggler's back bounces off the turnbuckles, White grabs Ziggler on the rebound, White has Ziggler on his shoulders, White runs forward before attempting to plant Ziggler on his head, Ziggler flips out of the running death valley driver attempt...
Tom Phillips: "Ziggler with agility that equal of a cat..."
Ziggler runs at White, Dolph ducks a wild clothesline attempt by Jay. Ziggler turns around jumping at White hitting him with the jumping clothesline, White is taken down, Ziggler kips up to his feet as the crowd cheer him on, White gets to his feet as Ziggler is waiting for Jay to stand, Ziggler sends a kick to the gut of White, Jay falls to his knees, Ziggler jumps up hitting him with a Leg-Drop Bulldog...
Tom Phillips: "Famouser from Ziggler, this could be it..."
Ziggler gets to his feet with adrenaline, Ziggler runs at Jay who lags to his feet, Ziggler brings him down with a clothesline, Ziggler turns around as Jay groggily gets back to his feet, Ziggler knocking him down with another clothesline, Jay gets to his feet as Ziggler jumps hitting him with a dropkick to the chest, Ziggler kips up to his feet again, Blood pouring down Ziggler's face...
Corey Graves: "Look at Ziggler's crimson mask, He thinks he has what it takes to beat Jay White..."
Ziggler begins to stomp his leg reminiscent of HBK, Ziggler attempts another super kick as Jay gets to his feet, Jay quickly falls to the ground rolling out of the ring to avoid Ziggler, Dolph follows him out, Jay grabs onto the head off Ziggler, Jay puts his thumb in the eye of Ziggler blinding him, Jay rolls into the ring as Ziggler stands to his feet, Ziggler trying to clear his eyes of the blood and tears, Jay White gets him in the position for Blade Runner, Jay mimics a blade cutting his throat as he smacks Ziggler into the canvas with the Blade Runner... Jay attempts a pin...
Corey Graves: "White hitting the blade runner no one is going to be able to kick out of that... Especially Ziggler"
One...
Two...
Three...
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here is the winner, Switchblade, Jay White!"
Jay White slowly gets to his feet as his hand is raised by the referee, Ziggler looks disappointed in himself, Jay White slices at his neck to taunt towards Ziggler...
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney is shown sitting in a dressing room, getting a pedicure from a Vietnamese woman. He's reading a copy of the New York Times when Kyle O'Reilly walks in.
KO'R: I just double-checked the perimeter. I'm not anticipating any funny-business or monkeyshines but I've asked Cannon to double our room security just in case.
Larry folds up the paper and puts it down on a table beside him.
Sweeney: Haha! Fantastic! Excellent work, Kyle. I can tell it's going to be a great night already! Everything's coming up Millhouse! You can feel it, can'tcha Kyle?
KO'R: Oh yeah. Definitely. I feel it too. I definitely feel it.
Sweeney: I thought so! Ha! You look like a guy who feels it. Listen, Kyle, I didn't expect them to starting booking you in matches so soon, but it must be as obvious to Ethan Carter as it is to me that you're a once-in-a-lifetime kind of talent. This really is tremendous. Tremendous! It looks like our plans for spicing up this place are going to get moving along a lot faster than we could have hoped. I bet they'll speed up even more once I've got the bum Jericho out of the way. His pretend title reign is just about the last thing in the way of Sweet n Sour running this whole damn show!
KO'R: I honestly can't wait to kick his ass. I think I might pull some of his stupid looking hair out, too.
Sweeney: Whatever it takes! Remember, this match, this is just a formality, not unlike the title unification at Genesis. See, the UWF owes the television providers so much content, so they need to make matches like this to fill air time. They've loaded it with the Sweet n' Sour star power because that means they can sell more ad revenue. We pop ratings, kid. And, let's face it, miserable asshole or not, they love their Triple H. God only knows why. So this is good money for Carter, but it's anything but fair competition. It's an exhibition contest that could only end one way - with us on top, of course. Haha! Yep! Who needs a crystal ball to predict the obvious?
But if the fat cat's are getting rich on TV money, and those other two jabronies get to enjoy our shine, well, we oughta make something out of this opportunity for ourselves. That's where you come in! Any damage you can do to Chris Jericho just makes my life that much easier. Keep those holds on till the four count. A deep four, too. Use the turnbuckle, the apron, the barricade, the stairs... whatever! You hurt him bad enough, then maybe we can call this sham title match off! Wouldn't that be somethin'?
As for Triple H, well, do I really need to give you a reason? He's the guy that shut down Impact all those years ago. He's the guy that killed your UWF career before it could ever even start. Now you've gone and dominated the rest of the world, that prick wants to tell you that you still don't belong? Ha! What a fraud! What a jerk! What are you gonna do to him?
Kyle smiles a sadist's smile, like a weird kid about to hurt a puppy.
KO'R:I'm gonna break his nose.
Sweeney: Yeah!
KO'R: I'm gonna shatter his arms.
Sweeney: What else?
KO'R: I'm going to beat him up so bad, his ex-wife will even feel bad for him. Then I'm gonna stomp his skull in.
Sweeney: Wow, that's heavy.... but I like it! Haha! You ready to do this?
KO'R: You know it!
Sweeney: How's the blood sugar?
KO'R: On point. Just like me.
Sweeney: Haha! That's what I like to here! Now do me a favour and check that perimeter one more time.
Kyle nods and jogs off, just full of pep. Larry looks down at the Vietnamese lady.
Sweeney: Put your back into to! I want those nails to look like champion! CHAMPIONS!
She doubles down and Larry goes back to his news paper. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titanton switches to a familiar face as Renne Young appears on it
Hello UWF universe! I'm here with the UFC heavyweight champion Minoru Suzuki!
The camera switches to a casual Suzuki
You can stop pretending to be happy to be here, everyone knows you don't want to be here, I know it, you know it and the fans know it, you're afraid I'll hit you again.
Suzuki laughs
Come on, ask your questions so we would get this over with and you could go back to roaming backstage looking for people to interview
The camera switches back to Renne who is clearly terrified, she doesn't get paid enough to do this
Ah yes sure, right away, ah.. what do you have to say about Drew Gulak attacking you after your match last week?
Suzuki laughs even louder
What do I have to say? nothing, the boy attacked from behind trying to prove he's at my level, that's it, I attacked him and he wanted to prove that he's tough too so he copied me.
And after he attacked you he had a tag team match where he quite easily outwrestled Brian Kendrick and in the end, made him tap out with the Gu-Lock, does that make you nervous or anything going into your match at Genesis?
Suzuki laughs even louder than before
Nervous? so he outwrestled Brian Kendrick so what? I think my dog can do that, I outwrestled maybe the greatest wrestler in the fighting game today, after me of course, in Daniel Cormier and that took me nine seconds, I finished Rick Rude in a matter of minutes while Gulak failed to even beat him, he's a joke, the match is going to be a piece of cake.
Oh, you have a dog? what breed is he?
Suzuki looks at Renne dead in the eyes
Corgi, his name is Takashi.
Oh nice, can you show us a picture?
Renne realizes that she just asked Minoru Suzuki for a picture of his corgi and immediately regrets it but Minoru just pulls out his phone and with the emotionless look still on his face shows Renne Takashi
Here.
He's beautiful, one last question, what do you have to say about Gulak not asking for the UFC title to be on the line?
It's simple, he knows he wouldn't be able to hold it, he knows he has no real wrestling ability, only dumb luck and that's how he became the Television champion, dumb luck.
And that's it, thank you Minoru Suzuki and good luck in your match at Genesis.
Suzuki gets up from his chat and takes his hand back as in he's going to slap Renne and she tries to defend herself but Suzuki stops just before hitting her face and instead just grabs her chin
I don't need luck.
Suzuki releases her and walks away laughing as the feed turns black
Tom Phillips: “The time is here for our main event, one that promises to be a packed one with many twists and turns inevitably going to be thrown at these opponents. We see the team of Larry Sweeney and Kyle O’Reilly facing off the team of Triple H and Chris Jericho.”
Corey Graves: “Not only that, we get to see the technical prowess of Kyle O’Reilly, that man can run circles around the the three other men, trust me Tom.”
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
The titantron flashes the words in neon colouring as the legendary funk groove snarls through the PA. Hard Times are coming. The first and only ever Triple Champion struts out on the ramp, smiling from ear to ear. A stunning pink boa decorates his neck, he's wearing shades inside and his boots are made for walkin'. He's the tallest cigarette in the pack. If looks could kill, the match would already be over. He's Larry Sweeney - the new face of classic professional wrestling.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... weighing in at Championship Weight and weighing in at 200lbs... from Chicago, Illinois and from Vancouver, British Columbia ... Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly!
As Sweeney strolls down the ramp, Kyle O'Reilly comes out behind him, holding all three of his title belts - the linear UWF Championship, the linear UWF Television Championship, and, of course, the UWF Transatlantic Championship. The uncrowned King of the Ring climbs into the squared circle as Kyle heads over to their corner. Larry tans in the spotlight while the fans make a lot of noise - he tunes out the specifics. Whatever they're saying, its loud. Loud means money. Ditching the boa, shades and other accessories, Larry and Kyle prepare for the match to come.
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.
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the arena soundsystem, the fans respond with a big pop for 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 high-fives a few outstretched palms and then 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, who cheer in response.
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!
The match starts with Larry Sweeney and Triple H, they stare off for a minute as they wait for the bell but as soon as it chimes three times, they start to circle around looking for a way to get this match underway. Larry dives down for Hunter’s legs but gets stopped from lifting him by Hunter taking back down to his knees. Larry then releases himself back up to his feet and then locks up in a collar-to-elbow tie up. They wrench down and try and tighten their grip on one another. Triple H ends up overpowering Sweeney and then grasping him down into a headlock.
Sweeney squeals at the tightness of the headlock that is being applied by Triple H and he wriggles his arms about trying to find a escape, Sweeney then puts his hand on the back of Hunter’s thigh and tries to get a belly to back suplex from it, tries for it once and Hunter’s feet hit back down onto the mat. Realising that he can’t lift Hunter, he starts to slap weakly at Hunter’s chest to no effect. Hunter then throws him over, keeping the hold and transitions into a grounded headlock. Larry then swings his legs up and gets a headscissors on Hunter. He then flexes to show that he’s very pleased with himself from getting away from Hunter’s grip.
Corey Graves: “Great technical knowledge from Larry Sweeney, getting that headscissors in at the perfect time.”
Tom Phillips: “C’mon Corey, that was really simple.”
Hunter then sprawls up his legs and pushes himself away from Larry’s headscissors. Larry then looks up and him, sitting down like he just shit on his foot. He looks around not knowing what to do now, he then holds his arm out and Kyle tags in to the ring. Larry rolls underneath the bottom rope as Kyle climbs through the middle one and Triple H quickly locks Kyle into a headlock. He then wrenches down hard onto Kyle’s head to fan amusement of this constant use of the headlock. Kyle then does what Larry tried to do and lands a belly to back suplex on Triple H, sending him crashing back down into the ring. Kyle then wastes no time in heading over to Hunter who has just been sent down to the mat.
Corey Graves: “I told you Tom! He’s the most dominant wrestler I’ve ever seen!”
Kyle then walks over Hunter stepping over his chest and then points at Chris Jericho patiently waiting on the apron and starts to chat shit to Chris Jericho, the two start to argue and then become face to face as Hunter sees this as an opportunity and rolls up Kyle who is actively in an argument with Chris Jericho. The referee counts the rollup.
1…
Kyle O’Reilly kicks out at one from the rollup.
Kyle rolls out and then points at Triple H who has sprawled back up to his feet at the same time as him. Kyle realises that Hunter and then retracts his hand and heads back to his corner where he finds that Larry isn’t there, and he’s sitting on the outside. Hunter then hunts him down like a wolf and Kyle keeps his back to Hunter.
Tom Phillips: “This can’t end good for Kyle.”
Hunter then grabs ahold of Kyle’s right shoulder and then gets struck by a left back elbow sending his face to face the crowd. Kyle then jumps up to the second rope and lands a huge crossbody on Hunter. He rolls through, choosing not to cover Hunter, he then hits the ropes, and hits a huge knee drop down on the top of Hunter’s head.
Corey Graves: “Just like that, he’s back in control.”
He then folds over Hunter’s legs and drags him up into a huge bow and arrow hold. Hunter screams in pain as Kyle wrenches back down on his head and legs sending pain straight to the lower back area of Hunter. Jericho on the apron tries to encourage Hunter to get out of this menacing hold being applied from Kyle O’Reilly. Hunter then corkscrews his body and lands on top of Kyle as he instantly pushes him off. Hunter crawls towards Jericho but Kyle grabs his leg back and locks in an ankle lock on him.
Tom Phillips: “He was so close! Will Hunter be able to make that tag before it’s too late?!”
Kyle wrenches in deeply as he visibly doesn’t want Hunter to get the tag to Jericho, Hunter continues to crawl to his detriment. Jericho holds out his hand wide and scraping to get a tag from Hunter, Kyle then grounds the ankle lock and continues to wrench at Hunter’s leg. Hunter then grabs at the bottom rope as he needs to break this hold. The referee begins to count the break since Kyle is refusing to break. 1-2-3-4. Kyle breaks and Hunter goes to tag in Jericho but suddenly-
Corey Graves: “Oh my! Larry Sweeney just knocked Chris Jericho of the apron, that can not be good for Triple H. But wait! Jericho is fighting back!”
Jericho lays in the forearms to Larry Sweeney as Triple H is left in the ring with no help. Kyle then drags him up to his feet and begins to mock Hunter, he then kicks him in the chest, swings up and goes to hit him with an axe kick but Hunter lifts Kyle up into a powerbomb position. He then runs to the corner and hits a buckle bomb up on Kyle O’Reilly.
Corey Graves: “Oh no! Poor Kyle, jesus.”
Tom Phillips: “Stop sucking him off Core-”
Corey Graves: “Shut up Tom. Your opinion doesn’t matter, you’re only a rip off Mauro.”
Kyle then slumps back down to the ground and lands face first onto the mat almost as if he’s been frozen by the impact of that buckle bomb. Hunter then looks around to see that Larry Sweeney is over at Kyle’s corner and Chris Jericho is at his. Hunter then tags in Jericho as Sweeney tags himself from a broken Kyle O’Reilly.
The two stare down over there soon to be UWF Championship match come Genesis. They edge closer and closer as they stare face to face. Jericho then pushes back Sweeney and then hits him with a forearm to the upper chest. Sweeney then returns one rather similar, and on top of that he delivers a chop to Jericho’s chest with the crowd respectively replying with a “WOO” after it connects. Jericho then chops at Sweeney’s chest to a similar reaction. Sweeney and Jericho then begin a chain of chops one after another. They eventually get tired of it and Larry Sweeney pokes Jericho in the eyes to stop it.
Tom Phillips: “Cheap. Very cheap.”
As Jericho clutches his face, Sweeney puts his arm over his head and then throws Jericho up to the ropes and connects with a huge slingshot suplex on him. Larry goes for the quick cover on Jericho from the suplex. The referee counts the cover.
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Jericho kicks out at two from Larry Sweeney’s slingshot suplex.
Larry sits up from the kick out from Jericho and then looks around, not knowing what it takes to beat him, now or later at Genesis. Larry uses the ropes to help himself get back up to his feet and he does so rather swiftly. Sweeney then grabs a handful of Chris’ hair and turns his head around looking to start off the ‘68 Comeback Special with the hangman’s neckbreaker. Jericho then swiftly pulls out a back kick low blow without the referee visibly seeing it and Sweeney drops down to his knees.
Corey Graves: “Referee! Now Chris Jericho’s going to take this match all due to bad officiating.”
Jericho then turns around to Sweeney on his knees and kicks him with the sole of his foot onto Larry’s back. Sweeney then crashes his head down to the mat as Jericho proves his dominance a little more than he was before. Jericho then runs over to the ropes, springboards off and hits the Lionsault on Larry Sweeney! The referee counts the fall.
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Th-
Larry Sweeney barely kicks out of the Lionsault!
Chris Jericho jumps up in disbelief that Sweeney had managed to kick out of one of his most protected moves. Sweeney then rolls more to the ropes and hides underneath the bottom rope. Jericho then paces over to where Sweeney is and goes to pick Sweeney up but Sweeney refuses! He clings onto the bottom rope for dear life. Having had enough of Sweeney’s antics, Jericho tags back in Triple H. Larry then lets go of the bottom rope and goes to run over to Kyle to tag him back in. As he goes to tag back in Kyle, Hunter grabs a handful of Larry’s hair and then holds him back.
Corey Graves: “No! Let him tag Hunter! I want to see more Kyle!”
Hunter spins around Sweeney and hits him with a short arm clothesline. He then goes to the ground where Sweeney lays and locks in his third headlock of the match. Kyle then kicks through the ropes and forces the break between Larry and Triple H. Hunter then looks up in disgust at Kyle as he tags himself in after leaning over the rope.
Kyle climbs through the ropes and challenges Hunter to come at him. Hunter obliges, and gets up to push him in the corner. Kyle laughs at Hunter who only just pushed him in the corner and this visibly annoys Hunter. Hunter boots Kyle in the gut and raises him up in a powerbomb position and throws him down into a powerbomb and holds on.
Corey Graves: “This may be a grave mistake of Kyle. Oh no…”
Hunter then swings Kyle back up and chucks him down for a second powerbomb. Hunter still isn’t done and holds on to swing him up and back down for a third powerbomb on Kyle. Hunter then holds on once more as the crowd can not believe this massacre of Kyle, Hunter hits him down for the fourth powerbomb, but still doesn’t let go! He swings him up for one more powerbomb and releases him down to the mat with the final powerbomb. The crowd start to chant “YOU KILLED KYLE!” at Hunter.
Hunter then drags Kyle underneath his legs, not allowing the referee to check if Kyle is alright and Hunter underhooks both of the arms, perhaps looking for a Pedigree? But no! He lifts Kyle up and his heels go above Hunter’s head. He then drops him down in a underhook piledriver!
Tom Phillips: “King’s Justice! King’s Justice! King’s Justice!”
Corey Graves: “The hell is that?! Someone check on Kyle, I think he’s dead!”
Larry Sweeney runs inside the ring looking to save his partner, but Chris Jericho is to save the day! He rushes in and clotheslines Sweeney over the top rope as Hunter crawls over Kyle’s potentially dead body. The referee makes the count.
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here are your winners via pinfall, the team of Chris Jericho and Triple H!”
Triple H rolls out of the ring and heads to the back as Larry crawls back in to go and check up on Kyle. He yells off to ringside for his blood sugar level measures and they hand them over to Larry. He passes them to Kyle who can barely move, he starts up the test as Larry gets dragged out of the ring by Chris Jericho!
Jericho continues to lay in the forearms and grounds Larry and rolls him over in the Walls of Jericho! He wrenches back into the hold as Larry screams in pain and Kyle is unaware, doing his blood sugar test. Jericho lets go of the hold and rolls into the ring. He then asks for his championship from ringside and snatches it off ringside. He then raises his arms and title as the show closes and Kyle lays there unaware what is going on.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Sweeney/Kyle vs Jericho/HHH - Semi
White vs Ziggler, Lee vs Naito - Jye
Miz/Rude vs Elias/Aries - Danny
