Post by Danny on Oct 17, 2018 21:56:22 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. There is no cut to commentary as suddenly...
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a negative reaction. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
EC3: As I'm sure most of you have already noticed, but UWF's next pay per view is none other than Survivor Series. Last year, NXT had no legitimate competition and so Survivor Series was a single brand pay per view. This year however after the brand split, Revolution and Resistance are on equal terms but Drake and I believe in friendly competition. That's why this year Surviver Series will be headlined by a 5 on 5 match pitting Revolution against Resistance. As far as who makes the cut for both teams, the names will be revealed as they come but the first name for team Revolution I'm ready to announce. This man was victorious as Genesis and I think he'll continue to rise to the top. That man is none other than Austin Aries!
As cameras head to the back, the hottest up and comer on Revolution, Austin Aries is preparing for his match tonight.
AUSTIN ARIES
You know there is a saying..." for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction". Take tonight for example...the action in question is my match with Dolph Ziggler. The Show Off, the man who thinks he is better than everyone else. A man who stands in the way of my win streak...a man who stands in the way of my quest to become this shows top guy. Now I know he is going to come out all fired up! He will probably do his little....hair sweat throwy thing, and try to best me at every corner. That however is when you get the equal and opposite reaction.
Aries begins to walk out of his dressing room heading towards the ring.
See I as well am going to come at him with everything I have. I have been on quite a roll lately and I don't intend to start now. I plan on being on the next PPV and having it be in a title match. I am A-double Austin Aries. I am the greatest man that ever lived, but most importantly Dolph Ziggler, I am your worst nightmare come true tonight. I am going to make you cease to exist on Revolution. I am going to put such a hurt on you that you won't ever want to show your face around here again. That right there is the opposite reaction...you have all these hopes and dreams about being victorious tonight and that just isn't the case. Tonight you will lose, and lose in dramatic fashion.
Then I will be free to continue this little quest I have set out on to conquer all of Revolution. To slay all the big bad "monsters" at the top of the list. It is my firm belief that I was sent here to liberate these fans from the nonsense that goes on around here. This is the A-double show and I'll be damned if it is run in a way that doesn't center directly around me, because when a show is centered around me, that means it is centered around the greatest fans in the world. I'll fight for you fine people to get what you have been longing for and that is your hero at the tippity top of the mountain that is UWF!
Austin heads over to the gorilla position and prepares for his match.
The music of Austin Aries pumps in the speakers of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as the greatest man that ever lived makes his way to the ring. He spends some time on the way to the ring slapping high fives and taking some pics before hopping into the ring and gets ready for battle.
Dolph Ziggler comes down the ramp soon after, the crowd not really caring as he steps in and the ref calls for the bell.
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DING DING DING
Ziggler runs right out the gates, looking for a stinger splash in the corner but Aries moves out of the way, allowing Dolph to slam right into the turnbuckles. Aries runs to the otherside of the ring and comes back just as Dolph turns around to hit a running dropkick in the corner! Ziggler practically can see birds floating around his head as Aries kicks him in the gut before lifting him straight up dropping him on his head for a Brainbuster! Aries then flips over to put him in the Last Chancery and with Ziggler being unresponsive, the ref has no other choice but to call for the bell.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Austin Aries!
Corey Graves: A Double making very short work of former International Champion Dolph Ziggler.
Tom Phillips: This is the second time we've seen something similar from Aries. He may not want to call it a hot streak but I'm calling it for him!
Aries walks to the back after getting his hand raised, the feed going elsewhere.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see Maxine’s assistant, Veda Scott, backstage, sitting behind in her desk in her office. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. Veda pipes up—
Veda Scott: “Come in, please!”
The door opens to reveal the figure of Jay White enter the room with a smile to greet Veda.
Jay White: “Hey, there, Veda.”
Veda immediately rises from her seat to greet him—
Veda Scott: “Oh, hey, Jay! How’s uh… How’s your day been?”
Jay White: “It’s been so-so. Yourself?”
Veda Scott: “Just sending some emails. Was there something I could help you with?”
Jay White: “Well, I’ve been doing some thinking lately. I’ve been thinking about how my career’s been going these past couple of weeks and I think I’ve been doing pretty well, all things considered. I made a veteran like Brian Lee look like a rookie, I made a former International Champion and UWF Champion like Dolph Ziggler look like a laggard, and quite frankly, I’m about to make this so-called UFC Champion, Minoru Suzuki, look the exact same way. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about a reward for good behavior.”
Veda pauses for a moment, as she inches closer to White from out behind her desk.
Veda Scott: “Well… I don’t know about good behavior, per say.”
Jay White: “Shall we say high performance, then?”
Veda Scott: “I like the sound of that more.”
Jay White: “As do I. Anyway, about that reward. I was thinking about getting a slot on that Survivor Series team. How does that sound?”
Veda inches closer.
Veda Scott: “I think I can work something out with Ethan and Maxine.”
Jay White: “That would be fantastic.”
Veda Scott: “Is that all?”
Jay White: “I’ve to get ready for my match. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”
Veda Scott: “Sure thing.”
Jay waves goodbye before leaving the office, as the scene closes out on the blushed face of Veda Scott as Revolution rolls on.
Tony Chimel: "From Adachi, Japan... Weighing in at 225 Pounds, Tetsuya Naitooooooo!"
Naito walks out from the back, as nonchalant as he normally is, followed by Hiromu Takahashi. 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.
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
AUSTRALIANS ALL LET US REJOICE
FOR WE ARE YOUNG AND FREE
WE'VE GOLDEN SOIL AND WEALTH FOR TOIL
The crowd begin to Boo the theme song as they know, it can only be 2 superstars they are about to see. The superstars fulfill their duty as Zack Ryder and Emma slither into view, coming out from the back. They both stop, looking out into the crowd as Zack stands in front of Emma, Emma just smiling away with her trademark sunglasses on as they begin their walk down the ramp.
Zack slides into the ring first, ignoring all the fans as he quickly gets back to his feet, holding the rope open for Emma so she can climb herself into the ring.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied by The Thunder from Down Under, Emma!! Weighing in at 224 pounds formally from Long Island, New York... currently residing from Melbourne, Australia, ZACK RYDER!!
Zack lifts his arms in the air as Chimel finishes his introduction. Emma gives him a last minute pep talk before Zack helps her out of the ring. He nods at her, he replicating it as Zack stands there ready.
DING! DING! DING!
Straight out of the gate, Emma grabs a hold of Naito’s legs and Ryder runs over to slap at Naito’s face and a few more. He then headlocks him and flips him down to the mat. He delivers a kick to Naito’s back and then heads over to his corner to look to seal the deal.
Tom Phillips: “Is he looking for the Rough Ryder?”
Ryder runs straight over at Naito and hops up for the Rough Ryder and hits it! As the move is hit, he hooks both of the legs as the referee counts the cover from this attack.
1…
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DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, Zack Ryder!”
As Naito rolls out, Emma climbs up onto the apron and celebrates with Zack Ryder. A quick contest for the Australians. With confidence they celebrate together and kiss. UWF heads elsewhere.
Brian Lee and Elix Skipper are backstage with the camera close up on their faces
Elix: you know what they say Big Man, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger - and even if we've lost Teddy for a bit while he tries to make his way back from South Africa we are still here, we are still Primetime and we are still entertaining audiences all around the world
Brian: True, Teddy's Tour of Africa will bring him back a stronger man and while he's away us two will become stronger too, making sure we push ourselves to our limits
The Camera pans out and Brian and Elix are wearing Goku's gear from Dragonball Z
Brian: We will train our bodies and minds and become the strongest men in all of UWF, EC3, The Miz, Elias, Jay White and even the legendary Minoru Suzuki will all realise that Primetime's time is now
Elix: Primetime Baby, thats what is all about - now lets get back to training
Brian and Elix then continue to train to do the movements of the Kamehameha
The light goes out across the arena. "No One Will Survive" plays on the PA system. Ciampa's entrance video plays on the titantron
Tommaso Ciampa walks out in his ring gear and black and brown long jacket. Ciampa slowly makes his way down the ramp.
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!
Lee and Ciampa start the match they instantly lock up, Ciampa moves around Lee with pace locking in a headlock onto Lee. Ciampa kicks the knee of Lee forward forcing him on his knees as Ciampa pulls back violently on the neck of Lee. Ciampa smiles as the crowd begin to boo him for slowing down the match which barely has started, the crowd begin to clap as Skipper leads the way in a clap to help, Lee feeds of the crowds clapping as he places a leg forward, Lee grabs hold of the arm of Ciampa, Lee drags him over his shoulder sending him hard into the canvas. Ciampa pops to his feet quickly, Ciampa is met with a big boot by Lee as soon as he pops to his feet. Lee looks forward as he raises one hand to the sky.
Tom Phillips Lee able to get out of the headlock, Ciampa ran right into the big boot as soon as he stood to his feet, Lee is taking his time as he looks to have control in the early game. Ciampa getting upright here whats Lee doing?
Ciampa looks dazed and confused as he sits up, Lee turns around to Ciampa, Lee steps back before sending a boot to the back of the neck of Ciampa. Lee grabs hold of Ciampa lifting him to his feet facing away from himself, Lee attempts to lift him up for a saito suplex, Ciampa flips out of the suplex attempt as Lee goes to launch him, Ciampa lands behind Lee, Ciampa sends a stiff elbow to the back of the head of Lee forcing Lee to fall to his knees holding his head. Ciampa quickly pushes Lee's face into the canvas, Lee's face smacks off the canvas. Ciampa quickly places his knee behind the neck Lee. Ciampa pulls back the head of Lee, Ciampa begins sending down elbows to the back of Lees head, Ciampa throws four punches before Lee looks to go limp, Ciampa hits him in the temple with one more elbow straight down into the side of Lee's temple.
The crowd begin to rain down their distain for Ciampa as the roar of the crowd comes from the top of the rafters throughout the arena echoed by the crowd disliking Ciampas over aggression towards his opponent...
Tom Phillips Ciampa looks unhinged out there, he is being cold and efficient with his strikes. Lee looks like he is out from them strikes to the back of the head, Ciampa with insult to injury with the follow up elbow to the side of the head of Brian Lee...
Corey Graves You have to take every advantage you can in a match like this, Ciampa being "cold and efficient" is the best way to end a match on your terms, Tom. No showing off, no gimmicks...
The crowd continue their distain for Ciampa as he flips over Lee and mounts on top of him to continue the assault, the arena is filled with nothing but boos throughout...
Ciampa sends a knee into the ribcage of Lee as he uses it to turn over Lee to his back, Ciampa mounts ontop of Lee leg either side as he stops to chuckle at the crowds feined attempts of getting to him, Ciampa quickly gets back to work sending down stiff punches to the forehead of Lee, Ciampa stops to place his hands as the referee gets down to count the pin but before he can Ciampa lifts his head up and continues to send down fist to the head of Brian Lee. Ciampa sends one elbow into the jaw of Lee before placing his hands on the chest for the referee to count....
The crowd continue their boos for Ciampa not having stopped since Ciampa gained control of the match, The crowd begin chanting NO! Every count the referee makes...
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No Brian Lee kicks out at 2!
The crowd errupt into cheers, as Lee is able to kick out!
The crowd quickly go back to their booing as they realize Ciampa still has control of the match...
Ciampa looks annoyed at Lee's resolve to stay in this match. Ciampa quickly gets to his feet as he stalks Lee who is taking time to get to his feet, Ciampa sends down a kick to the ribs of Lee attempting to get up which sends him crashing back into the canvas, Ciampa sends down a few more boots into the same spot, the referee warns him to step back he obliges, as he steps back Lee gets to his hands and knees. Ciampa pulls down his knee pad as he looks to Lee with a psychopathic look in his eyes, Ciampa runs full force at Lee, Ciampa swings out his knee, Lee moves quickly out of the way as Ciampa smacks his leg on the middle turnbuckle, Lee stumbles to his feet grabbing Ciampa from behind and lifts him up hitting him with a reverse swinging powerslam, Lee is unable to take advantage as he falls back to his back as he attempts to stand...
The crowd begin to cheer and chant "Lee" as both men lay stirring on the ground, A small section of the crowd begin chanting "Fuck You Ciampa", eventually the whole crowd begins to join in chorus of mutual hatred for this man...
Tom Phillips Both men down, Lee using all he had to hit the sick reverse powerslam onto Ciampa, That's only going to stop this psychopath momentarily, what in his bag of tricks is he going to pull...
Corey Graves Ciampa is a scary man, Imagine what he is going to do to Lee when he gets to his feet...
Ciampa crawls to the rope closest to him, he uses it to get to his feet, Lee slowly follows behind as he gets to his feet... Both men stare at eachother Ciampa looks pissed off at Lee for embarrasing him. Ciampa runs at Lee with full speed jumping and sending up a knee, Lee yet again moves out of the way of Ciampa whos leg goes the ropes putting him in an awkward positon. Brian Lee turns around as he grabs onto the head of Ciampa planting it into the ground hitting Ciampa with a elevated one legged swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd cheer for the neckbreaker...
Lee lifts up Ciampa to his feet, Lee lifts Ciampa to his feet swinging him into the canvas with effect, Ciampa is slammed down with a powerslam by Lee, Lee not satisfied with one he grabs a hold of Ciampas waist again deadlifting him on his shoulder, the crowd cheer loudly for another powerslam, Lee brings down Ciampa hard into the canvas for a second time, Lee is about to go fo a pin before he is interuppted, the crowd begin chanting "One More Time", Lee shrugs his shoulders as he brings Ciampa back up for another powerslam, Lee decides to run this time hitting him with a third and final powerslam, Ciampa looks dead from this...
The crowd cheer the third powerbomb almost blowing the roof off the building...
Tom Phillips Three powerslams from Brian Lee this could be it!
Corey Graves What a waste of energy by Lee one was enough, This man makes me sick...
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No Ciampa kicks out at 2!
The crowd can't believe their eyes as they begin flooding the ring with their disapproval of Ciampa...
Brian Lee gets to his feet as soon as Ciampa somehow powered out, Ciampa is slowly getting to his feet as Brian Lee looks to Skipper who gets up on the apron, Lnee calls Skipper into the ring as he makes his way over to he takes a stance moves his arms back and begins to scream at the top of his lungs "KAME..." Ciampa gets to his feet dazed and confused where he is, "KAME" Ciampa shakes his head as he looks straight at Skipper, Skipper looks to be holding alot of power, Ciampa still dazed realizes whats going on, Skipper screams out "HA" "HA" The crowd scream that out in unison alongside Skipper. Lee calls out for a Primetime Slam but Ciampa moves around Lee quickly grabbing him from behind and planting him back into the canvas with the german suplex, Ciampa quickly pops up to his feet as he hits Skipper with a vicious lariat taking him out of the fray...
Turns around behind him as he does he sees Lee who is slowly getting to his feet, Lee begins to stand as Ciampa charges at the groggy man before jumping up hitting him with a stiff knee to the jaw, Lee falls face forward onto his hands and knees, Ciampa looks around to the crowd and smiles as he looks at their upset faces, Ciampa hooks both arms and places Lee's head in his groin, Ciampa impressively lifts up Lee holding him in position as he quickly turns around as he hits him with the double underhook sit-out facebuster, Ciampa flips over Lee hooks both legs as he smiles to himself happy...
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The crowd in complete shock as Ciampa pulls out the win from the last few minutes...
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel Here is your winner by pinfall, Tomasso Ciampa!
The crowd drown out the song of the victor Tomasso Ciampa as his name is announced by Tony Chimel...
Ciampa looks pleased with himself as he looks down in disgust at the man he just beat, Ciampa pats himself on the back to taunt the crow who respond negatively to this, empty cups are being thrown into the ring as Ciampa laps up the negative attention from the audience, Ciampa gives himself a clap which sets the crowd off even more...
Ring ring…..ring ring…..ring ring…..
The beeps from a cell phone are heard as the scene fades in, the rest of what once was a bustling house now quieted to near constant silence. From upstairs walks down Mike Mizanin, hair a total mess and bags underneath his eyes. He looks to the phone and lets it ring one more time before begrudgingly picking it up.
Miz: “Hello? Who is this?”
Chris Jericho: Only the Greatest of All of the Times, that's who.
Jessica Lockhart: Honey, who is that?
Chris Jericho: Friend from work! So anyways, I just wanted to call and see how you're holding up. Must be rough, being alone.
Miz: “Yeah, it has...been quite the experience. Haven’t really been alone like this in years... I mean, I have Monroe Sky still but obviously she’s just a baby, so it’s not much.”
Chris Jericho: Just wait ‘til they're older. Then you'll wish you didn't have them around.
Miz: “Hah…….”
Miz goes silent after the dry-ish laughter, and thinks for a few seconds.
Miz: “So uh...how have the family been? Y’know, since Genesis.”
Chris Jericho: Oh, we're… fine. Everything's just fine. No reason to think otherwise. Nope, not a sliver of sadness going on here. Just a bunch of happiness flying around.
Miz: “.....Chris, you know I’m your friend...even if it’s just one from work, you can tell me if something is wrong. I mean, I’m down as well, but the least we can do is try to help each other up again.”
Chris Jericho: Well… if you really need to know… it's been kinda rough personally. I'm having flashbacks to last year at SummerSlam, when I lost my shot at Kurt Angle. Now, I thought I had it all together. I was on top of the damn world.
Jessica Lockhart: Language!
Chris Jericho: Then, since I lost, everything's come crashing down. I had the worst time of my life after I lost to Angle, then at Aztec Warfare, and against Bobby Roode at Judgement Day. Now, I'm afraid it's going to happen again, and I don't know what I should do about it.
Miz: “Man...it sounds like you’ve had an experience and a half, but...that’s a good thing, isn’t it? Sure you’ve taken a few missteps, but you still have your family. You still have Jessica, you still have your kids, no matter how many idiots see you and think you’re despicable, you still have people who believe in you. And if they’re saying take a break, then just...I don’t know man, you’ve gone this long in the UWF, you’ve been on highs and lows, so inevitably this is going to swing around as a high again, it has to.”
Chris Jericho: You've got a point. I mean, life sucked for me at the beginning of the year, and a couple months later I'm champion. Man, remember when I was champion? Those were some good times. My favorite part was when I beat Vinny and Jimmy Jacobs in the same night. And when we both had titles and when we tagged together, those were good times.
Jericho sits in silence for a few seconds, thinking back to the past few months.
Chris Jericho: But I'm 47 years old. I've been going nonstop for a year and a half. That's longer than anybody else here by far. Part of me thinks that that might have been it. As far as being the top guy. Sure, I'll have my highs, but will I ever get that high again?
For a few seconds, after Chris is finished, Miz reflects on his time in the UWF as well, but has a bit of difficulty doing such, he shakes it off though.
Miz: “You think that your age matters? I mean, I’m not getting any younger either, I’m nearly 40...us two, we’re the veterans in the UWF, we’re the gatekeepers that prevent guys like...oh, I don’t know, Rick Rude from getting too close to the main event. I mean, his victory over me was because I was wrestling with a concussion, you know what that feels like? The lights beating down on my eyes and the roar of the crowd, it just threw me off! But I had to prove a point to Rude, I had to just try and show that I’m the better man and now…..”
Miz goes silent yet again, trying to hold back tears.
Miz: “Now I’m alone...b-but I know that right now, you’re probably feeling alone too. We’ve both had regrets, we’ve both made quite a few enemies...whose to say we have to make enemies out of each other?”
Chris Jericho: You're right. Us vets, former and future champions, we need to stick together. You may be by yourself, but it doesn't mean you're alone. Anything you need, I've got your back, just as long as you have mine. You'll get through this. We both will.
Jericho stops and prompts for a response, but nothing.
Chris Jericho: So what's your plan? Are we going to go over there and kick his ass or what?
Miz: “Well, obviously, but I’m not sure if Ethan will be so willing to give me another shot at Rude for the title...doesn’t matter though, I’ll still get what I want: Rude to suffer.”
Chris Jericho: That's the spirit! Although, Ethan is pretty rough on guys he considers “failures”. Hell, he wasn't going to give me a spot in the King of the Ring tournament and look what happened instead. I carried his brand for months. We both did. But now, we've got a man-child at the top and a child-man in the middle that we need to take care of, whether Ethan likes it or not.
Miz: “And I can tell, once I’m finished with that revolting, vile, no-good wife stealer and once you’re done with the living muppet that’s holding your championship hostage with the walking make-a-wish wrestler by his side, Carter is definitely not going to like it.”
Chris Jericho: I say we get a match made right now. Us two versus them two. Show everybody what we're made of. Hell, throw Bill O'Reilly out there, see if that makes a difference, because it won't. They may be able to stop us alone, but they can't stop us together.
Miz: “Us two together...to hell with those hired buffoons on Resistance, we’re the real tag champs of this company!”
Chris Jericho: And to steal from Sweeney’s playbook, after Survivor Series, we'll be double champions.
Jessica Lockhart: Are you talking about wrestling again?
Chris Jericho: Not now, Jess!
Jessica Lockhart: But you sai-
Chris Jericho: I said not now! I'm trying to have a moment! Goodness gracious, great balls of fire. Anyways, what were you saying?
Miz: “Nothing really important, look, Chris, I got to go, help out with the editing on Miz & Mrs and whatnot. Before I go though, could it kill you to get an easier way of contact? It sucks to not be able to know when a phone call is from you instead of a scam caller.”
Chris Jericho: No can do, Hurricane. The NSA could be listening in. Do the kids these days still use MySpace though? I think I remember my password from 15 years ago.
Miz: “Uh…..not sure. Anyways, talk to you later, Chris.”
Chris Jericho: Hold on. Does the NSA track your Skype calls? Because I have that still. That might work.
Miz: “Oh, that works actually. Yeah, I may still have the password to mine somewhere in my desk, I’ll give it to you at the show.”
Chris Jericho: Alrighty. You take care now, try not to get too sad, and whatever you do, stay on the ground floor. And always remember, you've got somebody to turn to if you need anything.
Miz: “Same goes to you, man...alright, bye.”
With that, Miz hangs up the phone call, sitting down on the couch and resting his head and neck on the back of it.
Miz: “Even if he is somewhat of a nutjob at times...at least I got one friend through all of this bullsh-”
Right as Miz is about to finish his sentence, Monroe can be heard crying upstairs. Miz groans, and slowly stands up and heads back upstairs, the feed once again taking a backseat to the near silence of the home before it fades out.
Fin.
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.
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
DING! DING! DING!
Corey Graves: “Two very intense men, but the real question is. Who can bring the intensity tonight and pull out that victory?”
The two men stare off as the referee waves his arms to get this underway. The two then run in towards each other and lock up tightly. Suzuki almost instantly swims under and grabs a wrist lock, he wrenches quickly three times and then White hits down and swims underneath Suzuki’s legs to get a pump handle through on him. As White maintains this control he flips Suzuki over and then kneels over his head to maintain control.
White then slowly squats up and then drops a knee down on Suzuki’s head. Suzuki clutches onto his eyes as Jay White rolls back up to his feet, hits the ropes, runs to the other side also and eventually meets Suzuki with an early penalty kick to the chest. In this motion White falls back onto Suzuki as the referee counts the fall.
On-
Tom Phillips: “A quick kick out from Minoru Suzuki right there!”
As soon as Suzuki kicks out from that kick across the chest, he rolls up to his feet and meets Jay White up on his feet. Suzuki puts his hand over the back of Jay’s and throws him at the ropes, as White bumps against the ropes and runs down at Suzuki who swings for a clothesline but then as White returns once more he hits Suzuki down with a massive dropkick!
He then rolls back up and grabs a hold of Suzuki’s right leg, White then slams it back down to the mat. Seeing that Suzuki is sitting up from that attack on his leg, Jay White drops down and smashes him right in the jaw with a basement dropkick. As Suzuki rolls onto his back, Jay White hooks his legs in deep and begins the strikes of the Sharp Intentions, looking to get this done early.
Tom Phillips: “Man these are relentless. The same move over and over and over must really take the stamina out of an opponent.”
Corey Graves: “But they work Tom, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters.”
Suzuki starts to hop himself towards the ropes one little bit at a time. Inch after inch closer to the ropes as Jay continues these elbows. But just as Suzuki is about to get his foot on top of the ropes, Jay White rolls him back into a crucifix pin!
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Suzuki kicks out and rolls backwards to escape the grasp of Jay White. But as Suzuki has the higher ground, he throws a boot harshly down at Jay White striking right into the back. As Jay isn’t fully downed, but stunned, Suzuki runs back to the ropes and then hits a big boot to the side of Jay White’s head sending him back to the mat.
Suzuki then jumps on top of Jay White and then begins slapping across his face, almost paint brushing with each strike, he continues one after another after another. He decides he’s done with being repetitive and then stands up and stretches out his back like nothing has just happened.
Tom Phillips: “Sometimes you try to guess what’s going on in a wrestler’s head, although sometimes it can really be blatant, when you look at Minoru Suzuki, you can never be certain.”
Suzuki then drags Jay White up like he’s a sack of shit and then delivers one more slap to Jay White’s face. Seeing no response, Suzuki throws another. With this Jay White swings his head and hair over Suzuki’s way and rakes in his eyes. He sets in as the referee tries to separate both him and Suzuki. As soon as Jay White is pulled off Suzuki, Suzuki takes Jay White’s leg and sets in a deep heel hook.
Corey Graves: “This could be a great danger to Jay White right here, if he doesn’t tap out, he could be damaged for life. Do not mess with heel hooks kids, can end very badly.”
Seeing as Jay is quite close to the ropes he reaches out and gets a hand full of the rope and forces the referee to break the hold almost instantly. The referee begins to count to wait for Suzuki to release off Jay White… 1-2-3-4-. Eventually Suzuki lets go of the heel and then White clutches down on the bottom of his leg.
Suzuki kneels and then stares over at Jay White in agony and simply grins. He then wipes the sweat from his head, stands up, dusting off his hands in pure relaxation. As he walks up to grab up Jay White but as he gets him up. As Jay is nearly up to his feet once more, Jay White rakes once more at Suzuki’s eyes. Suzuki retreats over to the corner clutching his eyes.
Jay White then runs straight over to the corner and European Uppercuts Suzuki in the corner. Suzuki sloops down to the floor and Jay White pushes his hair back with his hand. He then drags him by both hands and takes Suzuki up to his feet. He swoops Suzuki’s hand over the top of his head and then drops him down with a Saito Suplex. He hooks the leg and then the referee counts the fall.
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Suzuki kicks out just before two and rolls out as White hits to his knees. White swings over and hits a strike landing straight in the middle of Suzuki’s chest. Suzuki seems to have taken no effect from this however and sits up, staring at the Switchblade intently. Suzuki then slaps the face of White and then gets up to his feet. Jay also gets himself up as Suzuki lands an overhand slap onto Jay’s back.
Tom Phillips: “Oh my god, that echoed throughout the arena!”
Suzuki locks Jay White into a headlock by wrenching down on to White’s head and then begins to walk over to the corner. He then throws White into the corner and delivers a chop right to his chest. With this, Suzuki takes a few paces back and then hits a huge corner dropkick. With this Suzuki rolls over Jay White for the cover.
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Suzuki stops the fall by lifting up Jay’s head and mechanically laughing about it. Before the crowd can even breathe, Suzuki gets Jay straight back up to his feet and then he irish whips White into the ropes, Suzuki ducks under the first length and as Jay stops himself on the opposite side, Suzuki runs towards and gets thrown over the rope.
Tom Phillips: “This could be the end for Suzuki right here? Oh wait! He’s still on the apron!”
As Jay White turns around, expecting Suzuki to be on the floor, he is greeted by the sight of Suzuki glaring at him. Quickly Suzuki takes advantage of this and locks him up in a rope assisted triangle choke. As Suzuki wrenches in on it the referee begins to count for him to break the hold. 1-2-. Suzuki falls back down to the floor after letting go of the triangle and then begins to climb back up just to get forearmed by Jay White.
Corey Graves: “Now Jay White is in control once more. Suzuki needs to take control of this, we know he can get the job done, he just needs to speed up the process.”
Jay gets a firm hold onto Suzuki’s head and drapes him through the ropes. He then turns him over and drops him down with a huge neckbreaker through the ropes! Jay White rolls over Suzuki and hooks the legs of Suzuki.
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Suzuki kicks out confidently but as soon as he does this, he rolls straight out of the ring. The referee signals to tell him to get back in, but Suzuki begs to differ. He looks straight under the ring and welds a chair to fend off Jay White. The referee begins to count out Suzuki.
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At the count of two, Jay White heads outside of the ring and Suzuki stands his ground with chair in hand. White dares Suzuki to use it and taps on his head to show him right where he should strike. He continues to tease him.
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Suzuki swings with the chair but he misses as Jay White dodges and Suzuki then receives a boot to the gut and he drops the chair down onto the floor. Jay then hits a few knees into Suzuki and then throws Suzuki’s arm over head and it almost looks like he’s going for a suplex on the floor but just before hitting the move, he grabs Suzuki’s right leg!
Corey Graves: “Oh my god! This could be life changing! I feel like we’re going to see the Kiwi Krusher on the floor!”
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Jay White lifts Suzuki up and then slams him down with the huge Kiwi Krusher on the floor! He rolls Suzuki in and then taunts off to the crowd with his signature Switchblade taunt.
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White rolls in and then slams his body over the top of Suzuki and the referee begins to count the cover on Suzuki’s almost lifeless body.
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Suzuki throws his foot on the rope to the disdain of Jay White. As soon as he realises that his foot is on the rope, he begins to head over to the referee accusing them of not counting fast enough for him. This argument goes on and on, giving Suzuki enough time to run up behind him and lock in the sleeper hold!
Corey Graves: “Tom! I believe the end is nigh!”
With White still up to his feet, Suzuki tries to ground him to get this over with but White runs up the turnbuckles and then rolls up Suzuki keeping his shoulders down on his mat, running his feet down into the ground.
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DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, “Switchblade” Jay White!”
Jay White quickly rolls out of the ring realising what he’s just done, he’s just rolled up Minoru Suzuki. With this excitement he runs straight into the back to retreat from Minoru Suzuki. Suzuki remains inside of the ring with anger visible on his face and with that he storms straight into the back as El Desperado follows, trying to remain out of his way like he has throughout the matchup.
The feed cuts to the backstage area where Maxine and EC3 are in the middle of a conversation.
EC3: Jericho already had his shot and he blew it. Despite how annoying he's become, he'd be good to have on the team.
Suddenly, Veda Scott comes in.
Veda Scott: You talking about the 5 on 5? I've been crunching the numbers and I think we could use an international star but not only someone who's well known to bring in the ratings but someone who's been doing great work in the ring.
Maxine: Do you have someone in mind?
Veda Scott: I was thinking of Minoru Suzuki but after two tough losses, how about the guy who defeated him just a couple of minutes ago? Jay White has won all his matches thus far and I think he could be a real asset to the team.
Maxine: Hmm. She has a point.
EC3: He hasn't been here long but you're right. He's been real impressive as of late and I think he'd make a great asset to the team. Jay White's in.
EC3 and Maxine go back to talking while the camera looms on Veda who's got a smile on her face as the scene fades out.
The camera cuts to Eric Bischoff already standing in the ring with a microphone in hand.
Bischoff: Well, well, well...there was something that I came out here to say to all of you people, but all of this love and adoration from you loving people has made me forget that...Oh wait, I remember now...It was, I told you so! I told each and everyone of you just like I told The Miz. “Ravishing” Rick Rude walked away with his Intercontinental Championship still in tact...but that wasn’t the only thing that he walked away with, is it Mikey?
The crowd boos at Bischoff as he mockingly cups his hands over his ear.
Bischoff: What’s wrong, did I strike a nerve? The only bad part about this week was that I wasn’t able to join Maryse and Rick on their European vacation. While it was essentially a business trip, if I know Rick like I think I do...there was a little bit of business mixed in with a lot of pleasure. But who am I to stand here and spoil all the fun? Ladies and Gentlemen….allow me to introduce to you to the reigning, defending, undisputed Intercontinental champion….the UWF’s newest power couple, “Ravishing” Rick Rude and Maryse!
Rude walks out with Maryse in tow. He is practically dragging her by her wrist before he stops to pose with her on the stage. The crowd boos, almost drowning out his music. Rude holds Maryse’s arm over her head and has her do a little spin to show off the airbrushed dress that she is wearing. On the rear of her dress is Rude’s face, with the lips appropriately placed on her ass.
Corey Graves: Leave it to Rude to show the world that Maryse is now his territory.
When Rude lets go of Maryse’s wrist, he begins walking down the ramp. She folds her arms and remains standing where she was. Rude notices this and goes back to her, leaning in and whispering something in her ear. She rolls her eyes and walks down the ramp with Rude.
Tom Phillips: I wonder which prize that Rude is more proud of at this moment. Retaining the Intercontinental Championship or winning the “services” of Maryse.
Rude has Maryse walk up the steps in front of him as he places a hand upon his chin to admire her features. He follows her up the steps. She motions for him to get in the ring, but he shakes his head no and points to the ropes. Again, Maryse rolls her eyes and sits on the ropes to part them for Rude to enter. Rude being the gentleman that he is places his foot on the bottom rope and pulls up on the middle rope for Maryse to enter the ring. Rude adjusts his tie and takes the microphone from Bischoff.
Rude: Thank you for that respectable introduction, Eric. Maryse and I couldn’t have imagined a better introduction for our first appearance together. I don’t know about my travel partner here, but I am extremely worn out. All these appearances that I had to make and all of the…..fun that we had….all the memories. I’m telling ya, I couldn’t imagine a better person than Mrs Mizanin to give me a very…personal tour of the finer things in Europe.
Rude walks around to the back of Maryse. She eyes him suspiciously as he sniffs her hair in ecstasy. He leans his head right next to her ear and puts the microphone next to his mouth.
Rude: And believe me...the finest thing to ever come out of that shit stained continent is standing right here in front of me…
The crowd boos. Rude smirks at them and blows a kiss to Maryse. Rude walks around her slowly and faces back to the crowd.
Rude: You people grow more jealous of me every day...and I can’t say that I blame you. I’ve got this championship belt around my waist. I took this championship from the greatest Intercontinental Champion this company has ever seen, or so he thought anyways. That monicker is reserved for me now. Because if The Miz happened to be the greatest Intercontinental Champion, I’ve beaten him twice by this point. And if you fellas out there didn’t hate me or weren’t envious enough already of me because of my immaculate physique, I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the UWF on my arm…
Rude turns to look at the camera.
Rude: Oh, and Mikey...I know it’s been a few days since you’ve seen her, but take it easy on her tonight...she’s had a lot of….miles put on her this past week. And don’t worry, I’ll try to have her home to you at a decent time tonight.
At any rate, you people know that I hate to brag...so, I will move onto a different subject. And that is the fact that I am disappointed. I am disappointed in my old agent, Eric Bischoff.
Bischoff looks shocked as Rude comes and places a hand upon his shoulder.
Rude: Don’t worry, Eric. I’m not going to send you packing or fire you, but I do want the world to know about how you dropped the ball this past week. These people already knew that you would be tied up with other endeavors here in the states, but what they didn’t know is that you didn’t go ahead and handle all my travel arrangements and hotel accomodations for the week. That’s not like you, Eric.
Eric hangs his head in shame and covers his face with his hands. His shoulders begin to heave.
Rude: So do you know what I was forced to do, Eric? I was forced to make last minute arrangements. I had to fly coach! It wouldn’t be as bad if it was just me, but you dropped the ball for poor Maryse here...she didn’t get to fly first class either. And you know what else you forced us to do, Eric?
Maryse turns and places her hand across her forehead in shame. She shakes her head and tries to keep the camera from showing her face.
Rude: You know as well as these people know that “Ravishing” Rick Rude doesn’t get anything but the best, so the same will be said for anyone associated with him. That’s only fair, right? When it comes to hotel accomodations, “Ravishing” Rick Rude doesn’t take anything less than a Penthouse suite. Unfortunately, each event we went to was already booked up by someone else for all the Penthouse suites around. So, that left us to take the next best thing available…
Bischoff pulls his face back out of his hands to reveal a very large smile on his face. His shoulders were heaving because he’s been laughing the whole time.
Rude: Wouldn’t you know it, people? We were forced to take the honeymoon suites at every hotel we stayed in…
The crowd boos and Maryse is visibly affected by Rude’s comments. She wipes a tear from her eye. Rude walks over to her with a pouched out bottom lip. He wipes her tear away with his thumb as she swats his hand away.
Rude: Oh, precious...Don’t cry! Don’t worry, after this week, I promise you’ll get first class and penthouse suites for the rest of the month. But don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of it.
Maryse shoots him a look of disgust and yells “Screw You!”. Rude begins to laugh.
Rude: I had a feeling that you would act all pious and righteous on me once we got back home. So, that’s why I went ahead and put together a little...photo album of sorts of our time away.
Maryse’s jaw drops. What did you do?! Asshole! What did you do?!
Rude points to the tron and the first image pops up.
Rude: Look at the smile on that face! I don’t know where we were, nor do I care, maybe you can tell them in your sexy little accent. I think this was our first day in France...right before you took me to the Eiffel Tower. But wait, there’s more!
Rude points to the tron again as the next, more revealing photo is shown.
Rude whistles as Bischoff applauds. Maryse is begging Rude to stop.
Rude: In case all of you thought I was being a liar whenever I said I was going to take her to a beach. Just look at that beach body. Mmm! You bet your ass that I was the most hated man on that beach. But this next one, oh...we were in a bit more….private location…
The next picture is shown as the crowd has a mixed reaction. The men are cheering and wooing, but there are still some booing. Maryse is yelling that the photos are fake at this point. She’s begging and pleading with Rude to stop this.
Tom Phillips: This is despicable!
Corey Graves: Looks like Maryse has a guilty conscience!
Rude: What’s a matter honey? You afraid that I’ll show something a bit more…revealing? You afraid your little hubby is going to know what really went on behind closed doors? Don’t worry sweetheart, even I have my limits. It’s not like I would--
Corey Graves: In the words of Mauro, MAMA MIA!
Rude is cut off by the crowd gasping and making a commotion over the next photo. Maryse’s face is of pure anger.
Rude: Oops! Looks like I forgot to delete one. I don’t know about you people, but that is awesome! I forgot that you had taken my phone away to leave some special gifts on there. Well, looks like the cat is out of the bag now! There’s just one thing I--
The crowd erupts in cheers as The Miz runs out on the stage and down the ramp. Rude frantically gets out of the ring as The Miz slides into it. Miz keeps his momentum and goes right back to the outside, chasing Rude. Rude makes a lap around the ring before sliding back into the ring right behind Maryse. Miz follows him in and goes to pounce, but Rude holds Maryse in front of him.
Corey Graves: Yeah, that’s right Miz, you maniac. Way to act in front of a lady! You didn’t deserve her anyway!
Tom Phillips: And you’re saying the coward hiding behind her does?
Corey Graves: How dare you speak about how Intercontinental Champion like that?
Rude begins taunting The Miz from behind Maryse as the two share obscenities. Rude backs out of the ring onto the apron. Maryse has tears running down her cheeks as The Miz holds his arms out to embrace her. Rude yells for Maryse to come with him. She keeps looking from The Miz to Rude over and over before beginning to bawl her eyes out and follows Rude. Rude holds her in front of him as they both back up the ramp. The Miz is still yelling at Rude when The Miz looks down and smirks. The Miz bends over and picks up Rude’s Intercontinental Championship.
Corey Graves: Thief! Give it back!
Rude looks down to his waist then back at The Miz and begins freaking out. He is frantically pointing at The Miz yelling at him to put it down. We hear Rude yell at The Miz.
Rude: That’s my title!
The camera pans back to The Miz in the ring. We hear him yell back.
The Miz: That’s my wife!
Over The Miz’s shoulder we see Eric Bischoff begin to exit the ring. The Miz drops the championship and dives after Eric, grabbing him before he exits the ring.
Corey Graves: He’s an innocent man! Let him go!
Tom Phillips: The Miz couldn’t get his hands on Rick Rude, but he’ll settle for the next best thing.
The Miz holds Bischoff by the hair and points to Rick Rude. The Miz drops Bischoff with a Skull Crushing Finale right onto the Intercontinental Championship. The Miz picks up the title and drapes it across the lifeless body of Eric Bischoff. Rude and Maryse have now disappeared backstage.
Drew Gulak was seated in an office seat across from Ashley Remington. The Smooth Sailer relaxed and placed his feet up onto the desk.
Ashley Remington: Hello there Drew I would’ve expected you here earlier but you know what that Suzuki had to have been taken care of and that you did. That belt is still around your waist and we can get down to business. Quite the boring thing so I’d much rather get it out of the way. What do you want to do in UWF?
Drew Gulak and took a deep breath
Drew Gulak: I want to make it better.
Ashley Remington: Better? Pray tell explain what you mean by better.
Drew Gulak: This is a chaotic company. You just had Suzuki walking around like he could do whatever the heck he wanted attacking people outside the bounds of a sanctioned match, Men have had axes buried into their stomachs, Usos are running around doing whatever they feel like, A MAN IS LOST IN AFRICA FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHY HAS NO ONE LOOKED FOR HIM.
Drew Gulak takes a deep breath and adjusts his suit.
Drew Gulak: I’m sorry, it’s just the UWF needs order. Drake and EC3 are not willing to do such a thing and so here I am with this title. The television title once a laughing stock, but It’s coming off of a great title reign and I’m going to surpass that. I’m currently a lone fighter at the moment. So yeah it may take one person to enact change, but it’s an uphill climb with this target on your back.
Ashley Remington: Well Drew it seems like you have a lot to consider and frankly so do I… Good luck on your match though against that drifter Elias
Drew Gulak nods and walks off holding his title leaving Ashley Remington with a thoughtful look on his face.
The scene opens up calm, a shot of the office of one Ethan Carter III, but the calm nature of the environment is soon broken as The Miz is seen storming through the halls, one employee trying to stop him to no avail. In no time, Miz is in front of the door and swings it open, standing in front of Ethan Carter with pure rage on his face.
Miz: “ETHAN, THIS...THIS IS ABSOLUTELY UNACCEPTABLE! I AM SUPPOSED TO BE FILMING A REALITY TV SHOW, ONE THAT IS GIVING THE UWF QUITE A LOT OF MONEY, AND YOU JUST LET RICK RUDE TAKE ONE HALF OF THE MAIN CAST?! I DEMAND YOU TO GET THAT SCUM RICK RUDE AND HAVE HIM GIVE ME BACK MY WIFE AND MY INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!”
EC3: Looks like Rude took your manners along with your wife last Sunday. Look, I get that you’re angry. If someone stole my wife, I’d be upset too but Rick Rude didn’t steal your wife. You’re the one who decided to agree to his silly little stipulation. All this anger needs to be redirected to the mirror because it’s all your fault. I was going to give you a rematch regardless but Rude played you like a fiddle and to be quite honest, I’m glad he did.
Ethan smiles right in Miz’s his face.
EC3: Rude has got some prime real estate in that head of yours. He’s made you lose match after match and if we’re being honest, you’ve done nothing to deserve another title shot so as far as the Intercontinental Championship is concerned, you will not be getting another title match.
The live crowd can be heard booing even from all the way in the back.
EC3: That said though, your little feud with Rude is doing well. Real well. Did you hear that pop you got when you came out to get revenge? The people want to see you tear it up one last time and so that’s why next week, I’m letting you get your hands on him again. He won’t be able to run away though because it’s going to be in none other than a Steel Cage Match. If you manage to win, Maryse’s contract will return back to you. Should you lose though, she’ll stay with him until Survivor Series. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a big 5 on 5 match to plan for.
The lights are out and nothing can be seen except the illumination of cell phone screens and the flashes of cameras as with the strum of a guitar, a spotlight shines down on Revolution’s resident musician.
Elias: Hello I am Elias. Genesis has come and gone and tonight, I am privileged to once again compete for you right here on Revolution. For the first time ever, I have a question as it pertains to the main event and that’s who wants to walk with Elias?
This is met with a mostly positive reaction.
Alright, got some Drew Gulak fans out there, nothing wrong with that. Drew is a talented man but what he suffers from is the shortsightedness that many of my opponents have suffered from. He doesn’t see anything when he looks at me, he just looks right on through or right on past to his next match. And that’s why victory is something I want so badly, to wake him and the other doubters up. But my road to getting a chance to hold the Television Championship won’t be an easy one.
Because as sure as I hail from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and as sure as I weigh in tonight at two hundred and seventeen pounds...
It’s a long way to the top,
If you wanna fight for go-o-old!
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.
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DING DING DING
Gulak steps forward to get the match started but instead he ends up extending his hand. Elias look at it and then up at him. He takes a second to think about it before ultimately shaking Drew's hand. No shenanigans happen and the crowd cheers for the show of respect from both men. They then circle around each other and lock up. Elias has the obvious size advantage and manages to push Drew into the ropes. The ref is quick to intervene but Elias makes a clean break, putting his hands up. Gulak suddenly moves in and places the bigger man in a headlock, shaking his head and telling Elias to never let your guard down. Elias isn't a big fan of being talked down to and retaliates by lifting Gulak up and dropping him with a back suplex.
Gulak rolls out to the apron but Elias is hot on his trail. He comes in through the middle rope to grab Drew but the Television Champion delivers a stiff kick to the head that stuns him. Gulak rushes to his feet and with Elias' upper body draped out of the ring, Drew just holds him in place and delivers knee strike after knee strike, wearing down the bigger man until the ref reaches a count of 4. Gulak steps away to not get disqualified but then comes running back with a boot to the side of the head that knock Elias all the way out of the ring.
Tom Phillips: Look at the viciousness from Drew Gulak here.
Corey Graves: This is my favorite version of Drew Gulak. No nonsense and right to the point.
Gulak hops down and picks up Elias before driving him back first into the ring apron. Gulak's brutal attack is illicting some boos from the crowd but it's still an overall mixed reception. Drew tosses Elais back into the ring and follows him in. The Drifter is trying to power through and get to his feet but Gulak is lying in wait right behind him, putting him into an abdominal stretch! To add even more pressure, Gulak grips his side to apply more damage and Elias can be heard crying out in pain. Luckily he still has the size and power advantage and managed to toss Drew overheard with an arm drag. Gulak rushes to his feet but gets taken out with a high knee! Drew is dazed but still rushes to get to his feet. Elias take advantage of this by kicking him in the gut and then leveling him with a powerbomb! Elias falls on him for the pin.
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Gulak kicks out! Elias waste little time in trying to keep the advantage. He picks up Drew and hooks him up right away, putting him in position for the Drift Away! Gulak manages to spin out of it, holding the arm of the Drifter and bringing him in for a short arm clothesline. Gulak gives Elias a stare down before running to the ropes, Elias flips over onto his stomach and moves closer to Drew which makes him leap over him as he hits the ropes. Gulak comes back from the other side of the ring and runs right into a big boot from Elias!
Corey Graves: As much as I don't care for his guitar playing and singing, I think Elias has all the tools to be huge threat here on Revolution. I mean he just turned the Television Champion inside out with that move.
Tom Phillips: Elias definitely has a bright future but he has to get out of this self proclaimed slump.
Elias looks down at Drew and shakes his head. He then jumps up for a knee drop but Gulak moves out of the way just in time! Elias slams his knee into the mat and quickly tries to get back to a vertical base but he stumbles around a bit until he reaches the ropes. He tries shaking out his leg but Gulak comes over and kicks him hard in the back of the knee! Drew then bends down and grabs his leg. Elias tries to push him off but Drew keeps his distance before hitting a dragon screw that gets Elias away from the ropes. Gulak keeps a hold of the leg and gives Elias a few kicks to the leg before turning him over in a single leg boston crab!
Corey Graves: If we know one thing about Drew Gulak it's that he knows how to target a body part and tear it apart.
Tom Phillips: We saw that with his tough battle with Minoru Suzuki at Genesis and we'll see if it works out for him tonight.
Drew his stretching out leg and knee of Elias and puts even more stress on it by punching his knee with his free hand! Elias is yelling out in pain but stretches his hand out for the ropes. He's a bit too far to reach and so he starts to drag himself closer towards it. His size once again comes to his advantage here and he's able to out power Gulak's stance. Drew realizes this and steps over to let go of the crab but keeps a hold of Elias' leg to drag him back to the center of the ring but Elias uses his power to pull Gulak in and then shoves him away. Gulak rolls back up to his feet and runs over at Elias, diving at him with a european uppercut! Elias is dazed and Gulak brings him away from the ropes before hitting a bataclan in the corner! He pulls Elias away from the ropes and goes for the pin.
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Elias kicks out! Gulak brings Elias back up and places him in the corner. He walks to the other side of the ring before running back at him but Elias stumbles out of the way just in time for Drew to crash right into them. Drew turns around only to get scooped up by Elias for a body slam except Elias instead just tosses the smaller Gulak like nothing halfway across the ring! Elias takes the brief reprieve to stretch out his leg while Drew starts to pick himself up in the corner. Elias slaps his knee a few times before running after him and clotheslining him in the corner! He then throws him to the mat below and starts to climb up to the top rope. His bad knee makes it a bit harder to climb but once he's up there, he leaps off with a elbow drop, delivering it right into the hart of Drew Gulak! He hooks the leg for the pin.
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Gulak kicks out at 2! Elias gets back to his feet, bringing Gulak up along with him. He stands behind him, and dips under him to lift him up in an electric chair. Gulak realizes he's in danger suddenly comes to life, clobbering Elias with some punches to the top of the dome. With an already unstable leg and now being rocked by Gulak, Elias staggers and loses his balance allowing Gulsak to roll through with a victory roll except instead of going for the pin, he keeps going but keeps a hold of Elias' leg, turning him over and putting him in the Trailblazer!
Tom Phillips: Trailblazer! Drew Gulak may finish most matches with the Gu-Lock but he's got an incredible arsenal of moves to finish off his opponents.
Corey Graves: I hate to agree with you Phillips but you've got a point and Elias may tap right here.
Elias is reaching out for the ropes but he's just too far away. The Television Champion is applying a lot of pressure but Elias tries to fight through the pain. He goes from lying on the mat to picking himself up and dragging himself hand of fist towards the ropes. Gulak is forced to step with him as Elias is able to drag them both over. He reaches out, only fingertips away but Drew uses this to his advanatge as Elias is now off base and Gulak is able to pull back and drag Elias back to the center of the ring! The Drifter has to think of his future and opts to tap out!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, Drew Gulak!
Gulak lets go of the hold and Elias immediately grabs at his leg and rolls to the apron. Gulak is handed his Television Championship which he raises up high. Suddenly out of nowhere, he's smashed in the back of the head by Minoru Suzuki! Gulak is dazed but Suzuki picks up the Television Championship and wraps it around Gulak's neck. He's choking him out with the belt and it's not long before Gulak falls unconscious. Multiple people from the back come out and try to stop him but Suzuki doesn't let go until he feels satisfied. He walks away and wipes his hands with the mess before leaving up the ramp, leaving Gulak laid out in the ring as the live feed goes elsewhere.
Leyton Buzzard is seen waiting outside the General Manager's office, Leyton looks worried as he twiddles his thumbs... A voice is heard through the door "Come In", Leyton opens the door to reveal general manager Carter sitting in his office chair. ECIII offers a seat, Leyton turns around the chair, Leyton leans on the back of the chair as he begins to speak...
Leyton Buzzard:
Hey I was blocked last week on Revolution from entering the arena, You need new security, they don’t see a true star when right in front of them. Talk about not doing your job correctly, I have yet to be paid the $37.15 you OWE me after tax. We had a gentleman's handshake on our deal...
EC3: First rule of business, don't assume you have a deal unless you get it in writing. Our whole deal was based around you finding someone to manage or becoming a wrestler, two things you have yet to do. I'm not going to sit here and pay you for just hanging around. Matter of fact, you should be paying me for even allowing you this opportunity. If my aunt Dixie didn't ask me to give you a chance because you served her her favorite latte, you wouldn't have gotten so much as a glance from me.
But…but…we had a deal you even gave me the signing on bonus, remember that pack of gum you gave me, I can’t believe the manager of Revolution would do such a thing, I don’t even.
EC3: Do you even know who I am? I'm notorious for my cutthroat business skills. How else do you think you go from laughing stock of the company to owning it? So as far as your status here in UWF, I'm currently banning you from arenas.
Leyton goes to sit back in the chair and falls off the chair, Leyton quickly pops back to his feet as he brushes himself off.
So I just had the most prestigious idea... you could make a PRESTIGIOUS return to the ring, I by your side, Mr Carter the prestigious one... huh... We could run the UWF just like Bonnie and Clyde, nothing could go wrong. Elias and Miz failed to see the lights and glits of being managed by me, but you, you I know are different from them two....
EC3: As much as I would love to come out and put some big headed losers in their place, I have a more important job. Be lucky you weren't here for how bad things were run in the past. I can't let that sort of thing happen again, especially when it's my money at stake. So no, I do not want you to manage me.
Ethan presses a button by his desk and the door opens up with a security team coming in.
EC3: Now if you'll excuse me, I have actual business to tend to. Please escort My. Leyton from the premises.
Security drags Leyton away while he yells and Ethan smiles, the live feed going elsewhere...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"Hard Times" blasts through the PA, but it's anything but for Sweet n' Sour Incorporated. Confetti falls from the ceiling, fireworks sound off around the entrance ramp and through all the pomp and circumstance, Larry Sweeney emerges.
The Triple Champion struts out on to the stage, brand new UNIFIED UWF CHAMPIONSHIP belt with him. He's dressed to the nines, all smiles and sunshine. His bodyguard, Kyle O'Reilly, follows behind, holding on to Larry's linear UWF Television Championship as well as his prized UWF Transatlantic Championship. While Mr. Sweeney is glowing, the fans aren't all that happy to see him, and boy, do they let him know it. Ain't nobody gonna be ants at his picnic, though. Larry ignores the haters, loud as they are, and heads down into the squared circle while confetti continues to drop all around him.
Once in the ring, Larry takes the time to make a couple of victory laps while Kyle collects him a microphone. Sweeney parades his Unified title around, held high in the air with supreme, unbearable pride. Eventually, Baby Huey's funk masterpiece fades out, the fans settle down, and Larry addresses the UWF Universe for the first time as the Official, Undisputed UWF Champion.
Sweeney: Hahahahahahahahahaha!
Larry lowers the mic when the fans try to drown him out with their boos. He lets them have their say before getting back into it, which he does with one more spiteful cackle.
Ha!
No way you poor sports and your sour grapes about to ruin my night! No way! Just cause this bum town got its feelings hurt doesn't mean I gotta hang my head in shame. No... no this... this is "I told ya so", and the finest case of it in the history of the game. So many of you doubted me - I don't know why, but ya did. What? King of the Ring? That spat with the Velveteen Dream? Thems weren't nothing! A couple of bumps on the road, that's all. Nothin' the Mastermind of the Game couldn't figure out, and figure it out I did. The fact of the matter is this - it took me just six months to throw on a pair o' wrasslin boots, aim for the top and take this title. Unprecedented. It's never been done. You didn't think it could be done. But I told ya! Haha! Yeah, I told ya this was how it would be and now it is. Don't waste your time being angry or jealous or petty... let's all just... ahhhhhhhhh.... let's enjoy this moment, huh?
Lifting his head up towards the ceiling, Larry bathes in the spotlight and the instant while the crowd fills the silence with more hate.
The Age of Doubt is official over, people. Whatever talk there was about my titles being bogus can shut up now. Anyone who had any reservations about my talent, or my word, well, you can kick rocks because I just made good on all of it. One phony tough guy after another, you've been indoctrinated to assume that when a man in this business makes a promise, odds are he's gonna fall on his face. I'm the exception. I'm the prodigy. I'm the fella who can stand proud in the center of this squared circle and tell you exactly how and when and why I'm going to do something, and you can believe every word cause I'm God damn good enough to make my own dreams come true. Doubt is dead. I'm the Real Deal. I'm a firm handshake. I'm peace of mind, I'm bang for your buck, I'm the best buy in town and people, I am your Undiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisputed UWF Champion. Hahaha!
Chris Jericho's done. Hear me? He's done. No rematch necessary, not after that one-sided beatdown I just served up hot and heavy. Even with Hunter Hearst Helmsly himself interfering on his behalf, that sad sack Y2J couldn't even get close. That was the farthest thing from a fair contest in a main event this company has ever seen. The disparity of talent between me and Chris is somehow, miraculously even wider than the distance I can't wait to put between myself and this one-horse town.
The cheap heat sells. The people jeer with renewed gusto. Kyle looks around the arena, sneering at the disrespectful marks.
Ah, shove it up your asses. I don't care. There's just a handful of great city's left in this beautiful country and this ain't one of 'em. I tell ya. But where was I before you slobs interupted me? Oh yeah - Triple H. Chris Jericho. The buzz around the water cooler seems to be that one of those mooks is next in line for this shiney gold baby of mine. Uhhhhhh... no way. Not happening. Hows about either of them comes up with the same kinda winning streak it took me to get a shot, and then we'll talk. I cleared out the whole roster before I got my opportunity. As the Undisputed UWF Champion, I'm damn well gonna make sure that my contenders are all worthy of the honor. I'm not about to carry some schmuck through a dog and pony show to sell the people a garbage prize fight. I'm no fraud. Only the finest for Uncle Larry. The pro-wrestling model is broken. No need to put this baby on the line every month. I'm thinking by the time Wrestlemania comes around, there oughta be somebody who can make an honest claim as number one contender.
In the mean time, I've got some important work to do. Yeah, that's right. I'll be keepin busy, don't you fret your pretty little heads. For starters, that Gulak kid is holding a make-believe Television Championship and it's about time I rectified that mistake too. You hearin this Gulak? I'm callin ya out son! You've got a lot of snazzy submissions, but ya see my boy Kyle here? He's a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu expert. A tenth-degree black belt. And he's told me all your secrets pal. I'll see ya comin a mile away. I'll fight you on free TV and kick your ass before we even have to cut to commercial.
After that? I might go after that Intercontinental Championship too, ya know, complete the collection. I'm also thinkin its about time to put this UWF Transatlantic Championship on the line. I know everybody wants it. But how to determine a contender? Maybe a tournament! We'll call it the Sweet n' Sour Invitational. The whole roster can scrap it out to figure out which one should be the first man to come after the ol' Tranny belt here. It'll be prestigious! Magnificent! It'll go down in history! I can see it now!
Larry looks off into the distance, just imagining the grandeur of it all.
Yeah... yeah I've got a lotta BIG PLANS for this place now that I'm runnin this show. There's no time to waste, quite frankly. I've let you people get a look at me, and you've squandered the best moment of your miserable lives so far. Now I've got some real work to do - and a lot of it. Rome wasn't built in a day, and even though it took me no time at all to dominate this whole roster, there's still some screws that need to get tightened on this puppy. So, with that being sa -
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
The voice of Lemmy Kilmister interrupts the UWF Champion, and it is followed in very short order by the driving beat of "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold. The fans get to their feet and cheer ravenously for the man they know to be coming, and he arrives very shortly thereafter, sporting ring gear and leather vest as he marches down the ramp with the sort of fire and determination befitting a man of his station.
King Nothing heads right for the ring, grabbing the top rope and using it to pull himself up to the apron before scraping his boots on the apron and stepping into the squared circle. Hunter glares at the champion and his bodyguard before crossing the ring and climbing a turnbuckle to work the crowd, who are still cheering for him and now begin to grovel in their seats. Triple H climbs down from the turnbuckle and takes a microphone handed in to him, then turns toward Sweeney and O
Reilly with an intensity burning in his eyes.
You know, it's really kind of funny. I don't understand why I'm surprised that a man who built his empire on lies would continue with the deceit far beyond when he needs to, but here I stand, astonished. Astonished by your remarks, astonished by your confidence, and frankly, astonished that this company continues to roll out the red carpet for a perennial cheat and bullshit artist such as yourself. Larry Sweeney, you may hold that UWF Championship within your grasp, but what you haven't realized quite yet is that it doesn't belong to you and it never has. At least when Chris Jericho possessed that belt, there was some legitimacy to his claim as Champion, but you? You're nothing. You've always been nothing. And sooner or later, your swindling ways will grind to a halt.
Cheaters never prosper. That one fundamental principle is the one that you have spent your entire career here in the UWF, short as it may be, trying to undermine. You haven't got a single clean victory under your belt. Your entire run is built on dirty tactics and cheap tricks. You're a fraud. That's the reality, and you now stand in the ring with the man who is going to deliver that cold, hard truth to your doorstep. You now stand before your judge, your jury... and your executioner. And soon, no matter how hard you try to escape it or lie to yourself about it... no matter what you try to do... soon, you will face the King's Justice.
Hunter grins as the fans pop at the very explicit threat. He turns his focus to Kyle O'Reilly now, and he points a finger toward the man before looking back to the UWF Champion.
Your associate knows what that feels like, and in spite of the front he continues to put on — a front I know is solely for your benefit and for the sake of his continued employment — I know that he fears a repeat of the Hell I put him through the last time we shared a ring together. I know that if I took a step forward right now, he would take a step back. I know that if I threw a punch, he'd drop and roll out of the ring. He fears me. I can see that fear in his eyes. And I know I put it there when I beat him down and slammed him into the canvas so many times he couldn't even stand on his own two feet. That was what I did to the last man who angered me, but at least he can still stand there, broken though he may be. The man who angered me before him? You'd have to call the Grays Harbor Community Hospital to get an update on his condition, but the last I heard, he might never step into a wrestling ring again.
And now? That anger's turned on you, Sweeney. That righteous fury is focused like a homing missile right on your pompous head and I can't wait to slam that head into this canvas before I hook your leg and take what's rightfully mine. You cheated to get the opportunity to win that championship and you cheated to defeat Chris Jericho and claim it as yours, but now, the cheating comes to its end. King Nothing is ascendant and soon, regardless of how hard you try to steal my victory, I will sit the throne as Revolution's first true Undisputed Champion. That's the score. That's the reality. And nothing will stop me. Nobody will stand in my path. Not Kyle O'Reilly. Not Larry Sweeney. Nobod--
The iconic music of The One and Only blasts out of the sound system, signaling the arrival of said Best In The World. Chris Jericho comes out on stage sporting his best jacket for the occasion, but forgoes the typical theatrics entirely, instead opting to take the quick way to the ring. Jericho walks down the center of the ramp, eyes dead ahead, and enters the ring without breaking eye contact with Sweeney and Triple H. Upon his appearance, Jericho speaks.
Chris Jericho: Nobody, except for Christopher Keith Irvine Jericho. Is that what you were going to say, Hunter? Because if you wish to be accurate, that's what you'd need to say. I believe, if I go back in time just a slight bit, you'll quickly find that in our parallel paths over the last few months, one of us was accomplishing all there is to do in this line of work, and the other took five months to.put down a pest. One of us was consistently at the top of the division, and the other waited until the line was shorter to get in it. You may see us as similar people, and that you're going to avenge me, but that's not necessary at this time. I can take care of my own business, which reminds me...
Jericho turns to face Sweeney, burning a hole in his face.
I don't think you quite realise what you've done. That title was everything to me. It was what I worked for over the past 19 months. I came into work every day, motivated by the fact that I could one day be called champion. At Genesis, that was all taken away from me. You, Sweeney, stole from me the one thing I held above all else, the one thing that forced others to respect me in this business. All of what I have done to rectify my reputation and normalize success is ruined by you, who couldn't care less about anything that title stands for. I pledged to put everything I worked for on the line to make sure that title didn't fall into the hands of someone like you. I failed. I failed to do what was required of me, and I plan on changing that, sooner rather than later. No matter what, I will get that title back around my waist.
Even if I have to go through Hunter, who by all accounts hasn't earned a damn thing. New flash, beating one man until he could barely move and giving a diabetic kid a sugar rush isn't going to get you to the top. I had to go through hell in a handbasket just to sniff the world title, and I'm not going to let some has-been take the spot that I've rightfully earned in the last year and a half. No matter what Ethan thinks or wants, I will be back on top, and you are not going to stand in my way. Because if you are, well, I tried to warn you.
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks onto the stage as the crowd gives off a mixed reaction. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
EC3: Sorry, I heard my name and figured I'd better put this whole thing to rest. I know both Chris Jericho and Triple H want to be next in line to face Larry Sweeney but Sweeney has made some pretty good points. And turth be told, I'm going to need some real star power for the Survivor Series match against Resistance. I mean you should know by now better than anyone Chris that just because you lose your championship, it doesn't automatically grant you a rematch. That said, I did see your match and I noticed a lot of tomfoolery going on. So at Survivor Series I'm going to go ahead and grant you your rematch.
A mixed response from the crowd, the people still not really caring for Jericho.
EC3: As for you Hunter, I could use a team captain for Survivor Series.
I'd say I'm getting a piece of Larry Sweeney whether you say so or not.
this elicits a big pop from the crowd.
EC3: I thought you might say something like that and truth be told, I don't think you'd be a good team captain. We all saw how you ran things back on Warzone. I don't really care much for you but these people sure seem to do and I like making money so what the hell, at Survivor Series it'll be Larry Sweeney vs Chris Jericho vs Triple H for the UWF Championship.
The crowd goes wild at the announcement, Sweeney and Jericho don't seem to thrilled by it however. All three men glance at one another as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Survivor Series
Aries, White, ?, ?, ? VS ?, ?, ?, ?, ?
UWF Championship
Sweeney(c) vs Jericho vs HHH
Credits
Lee vs Ciampa - Jye
Naito vs Ryder, White vs Suzuki - Semi
Ziggler vs Aries, Gulak vs Elias - Danny
