Post by Dres on Nov 21, 2018 8:07:02 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 the Revolution! With me is my broadcast partner, former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: Last week Team Resistance decided to show up to the building but luckily for them Team Revolution is classy and decided not to retaliate. We didn't talk crap when Warzone kept trying to demean us and we won't do it now because we're better than them!
Tom Phillips: I think you may have contradicted yourself there but nonetheless, tonight we have some great action as Brian Lee takes on Elias and Chris Jericho goes one on one with Minoru Suzuki.
Corey Graves: After the despicable actions last week by The Miz to cost his team the match, He'll have to team up with Austin Aries once more to take on his fellow Team Revolution Teammates Jay White and rival Rick Rude. I hope someone knocks some sense into him.
Tom Phillips: Meanwhile it's Champion vs Champion When Larry Sweeney takes on Drew Gulak. That's going to be a heck of a match for sure.
Corey Graves: But first Tomasso Ciampa does battle with Triple H. Let's head down to the ring for that now!
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.
BEHOLD THE KING.
KING NOTHING.
As "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the arena soundsytem, 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.
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DING DING DING
Triple H walks up to the middle of the ring and tries to intimidate Ciampa. Tomasso just smiles and walks up to meet him. HHH places his forehead next to his and smile soon fades. Their forehead to forehead until Tomasso backs away and gives Triple H a slap to the face. The crowd lets out an "OOHHH" as Triple H looks down in disgrace only to turn his head and smile back at Ciampa. King Nothing suddenly comes forward and starts to unload on Ciampa, backing him into the corner. Ciampa tries to cover up but Triple H is overpowering him and Ciampa only gets a break the ref intervenes after a count of 4. Triple H backs away and Ciampa comes out of the corner with a knee to the gut. Ciampa quickly follows up with a DDT! He goes for the pin.
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Hunter kicks out at 1! Ciampa picks him up right away and tries to pick him up into a suplex but Hunter places his leg inside his leg to prevent it. He gives Ciampa a few shots to the ribs to break free before just headbutting him. Ciampa stumbles around until Hunter sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Tomasso bounces off them and runs right into a jumping knee lift. Tomasso tries to get to his feet right away but Triple H is there to kick him in the gut. He grabs both arms and places him a double underhook. He looks out to the crowd who cheer him before he lifts him straight up for the King's Justice! He turns Tomasso over and goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Triple H!
Tom Phillips: Looks like slapping Triple H cross the face was a bad move for Ciampa.
Corey Graves: After a loss like that, I don't think we'll be seeing him again.
Triple H celebrates in the ring while the crowd cheers him on as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The action so far in Revolution has been amazing but we take a break from that as on the titantron appears Renee Young standing backstage
Renee Young: Hello UWF universe! this is Renee Young reporting from outside of EC3's office, I'm about to enter and ask him a few questions about Survivor Series, let's go
Renee opens the door and she's greeted with Dana White, still in his costume, sitting with his head in his arms, just like we left him last week
Renee Young: I've been working for this company long enough to know that this is EC3's office and it doesn't matter what I'm gonna ask right now.
Dana starts talking without raising his head
Dana White: Yeah it's EC3's office, he gave it to me last week so for my meeting with Sweeney, I've been here ever since, trying to find someone to fight Suzuki but no one is willing to fight the dude, I called everyone on the heavyweight division, no one wants to fight him, the chances of winning the titles aren't enough for them to risk their life fighting him, a bunch of pussies if you ask me
Renee is visibly very annoyed right now
Renee Young: Why won't you fight him then, I heard you have a boxing experience?
Dana raises his head and laughs nervously
Dana White: Me? nah, I'm too old for this shit plus I grew up with some dangerous people and I almost got killed onc...
Dana suddenly stops and picks him his phone and dials a number and Renee with a confused look on her face starts talking
Renee Young: Ahhhh what?
Dana shushes her and starts talking to the phone
Dana White: Yo Ken is that you? great I got a big fight offer for you, I'll pay you 2 million to fight Minoru Suzuki for the heavyweight belt, you in? oh god thank you, you really saved me, you're gonna have a chance at revenge at Suzuki and show the UWF universe that you're still the most dangerous on the planet, the fight will be in one month, good luck with training.
Dana closes the phone and then lays back in his chair and closes his eyes, ignoring Renee
Renee Young: Ah, Dana? can you tell me how did you think about offering Ken the fight?
Dana answers without even opening his eyes
Dana White:I said dangerous and too old for this shit in the same sentence, both are words that describe Ken Shamrock perfectly, now get out of here, you can ask more questions at the press conference, bye.
Forcing Renee out of his office gets some heat for Dana as the fans boo him, he can't hear them tho and the camera fades to black with the sight of Renee leaving the office.
Brian Lee and Elix Skipper are backstage
Brian: yo, Elix - Although you didn't win the battle royale last week you did amazing buddy - I honestly think that was the best I've ever seen you in the ring - your training has been paying off
Elix: dude I was soooooo close to winning that - Chuckie T. at some point down the road I wanna face you - 1 on 1 - to prove who's the better man - but that's another time, another day - but Big Man! You BEAT the IC Champion! you hit him so hard with the Kamehameha I heard that He might not even be here this week
Brian smiles and continues
Brian: I hit him off the stage with it, but thats why I wanted to talk to you tonight Elix, coz tonight is the night where we change how everyone perceives us, tonight is the night for the NEW Look of The PRIMETIME Players to debut - you feel me Dude
Elix: Oh I feel ya Big man, its PRIMETIME's Time to shine now Baybeeeeeeeee
Brian then covers up the camera and begins to whisper his idea for the new look tonight
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
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... 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 a smirk to all who are willing to sit through looking at him.
Upon entering the ring, Jericho leaves the crowd with one final image before the start of the match.
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DING DING DING
Both men circle around each other, Jericho being cautious while Suzuki is adjusting his trunks while walking. Jericho moves in to lock up and Suzuki immediately transitions into a side headlock. Jericho walks backwards to the ropes and tries to shoot Suzuki off but Suzuki holds on tight and just wrenches further on Chris' head. Jericho opts to just hold onto the rope and the ref steps in to break the hold. Suzuki just smiles at Jericho and motions fro him to bring it on. Jericho walks right up to him and gives him a chop right to the chest. Minoru just smiles and tells him to do it again. Jericho throws a second chop but Suzuki just gives him a shove and wants him to hit him harder. Jericho runs backwards and bounces off the ropes to come forward with another chop! This one make Suzuki grind his teeth but he still wants more.
Tom Phillips: I don't think getting into a chopping match with Minoru Suzuki is a great move.
Corey Graves: You thought that outfit tonight was a good choice so I don't think you're right to judge the former UWF Champion's decisions.
Jericho spits in his hands and rubs them together. He runs to the ropes to build some momentum but when coming back, he simply jumps up to hit an enziguri! Suzuki stumbles over to the ropes, clearly not expecting that. Jericho comes over to give him another chop before sending him off the ropes. Suzuki reverse and sends Jericho running instead but Chris hops onto the second rope, springing with a back elbow to knock Suzuki right in the mouth! The UFC Champion rolls to the outside of the ring to try and get away but Jericho stays on him, running over and taking him out with a baseball slide! Wanting to deal further damage, Jericho picks up Suzuki and tries to throw him into the steel ring post but Suzuki reverses and sends Jericho face first into the cold hard steel!
Suzuki shakes off some cobwebs before returning his focus to Y2J. He picks him up and slams his face into the mat. Jericho's legs crumble beneath him and he falls to his knees. Suzuki flashes that sick sadistic grin and follows up with a straight kick to the chest and knocks Jericho over. The ref's count has reached 5 and so Suzuki picks up Jericho and tosses him back into the ring. He slides in after him and goes for the cover, smothering Jericho's face with his forearm as the ref counts the pin.
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Jericho kicks out! He tries to get to his feet right away and Suzuki decides to toy with him, giving him a few light slaps to the face to embarrass him. Jericho retaliates with a full backhand chop but Suzuki just takes it and throws and overhand chop to the side of Jericho's neck! Jericho falls to a knee and so Suzuki puts him in a front facelock. He squeezes down, trying to dish out more punishment to the former UWF Champion before taking him back with a suplex. He floats over and immediately tries to transition into an armbar but Jericho quickly clasps his hands together to prevent him from getting the full extension.
Corey Graves: Smart play by Jericho. He knows that no matter what, he shouldn't let Suzuki gain control of his arm, not only for this match but also his UWF Championship match next Sunday.
Suzuki is trying to pull away and break his grasp but Jericho decides to just bite down on his hand. Suzuki yells out and pulls away. The ref gets on Jericho for biting but he doesn't care as he's free from the hold. Suzuki runs at Jericho, looking for a lariat but Y2J ducks under it. Suzuki keeps his momentum going forward and hits the ropes, coming back to a waiting Jericho who catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Suzuki is holding his back and Jericho follows up by running to the ropes, coming off them with a lionsault to the back of Suzuki! Chris turns him over and hooks the leg for the pin.
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Suzuki kicks out! Jericho grabs Minoru's legs and tries to turn him over into the Walls of Jericho but Suzuki fights one leg free and uses it to kick Jericho in the chest a few times to push him off of him. He rolls over onto his knees but Jericho catches him with a basement dropkick. Jericho then decides to go up top. He leaves to the apron and starts to climb up. Suzuki comes to and is getting to his feet while Jericho is perched at the top. The UFC Champion slowly turns aorund and Jericho comes off with a double axe handle but Suzuki catches him instead with a standing dropkick! Jericho gets pushed backwards and the back of his head collides with the turnbuckles! Suzuki picks him up right away and hits a snapmare. With Jerich in a seated position, Suzuki PK's the shit out of his back! Jericho's back is arched with his face covered in pain. It's soon lights out however and Suzuki gives him a huge slap across the face that knocks him clearly out. Suzuki simply p[laces his foot over Jericho, taking a page out of his book as the ref makes the pin.
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Jericho gets a shoulder up!
Tom Phillips: Total lack of respect to the former champion there.
Corey Graves: I'm all for it but it was a lackadasical cover and it may come back to bite him.
Suzuki grabs Jericho by his hair and brings him back up to a vertical base. He goes behind Jericho and immediately goes for a sleeper hold! Jericho however just manages to stick his hand between his neck and the forearm of Suzuki, preventing from being completely locked in. Jericho tries to give Suzuki a few elbows to the ribs to break free but Suzuki is able to avoid them by moving slightly to left side. Neither man seems to really be getting an edge until...
Corey Graves: What is this goof doing out here! Last time he tried something like this, Suzuki still managed to win!
Tom Phillips: Maybe he’s not out here to cost him the match, maybe he’s just here to scout the completion.
Corey Graves: Who scouts a match this far into it?
Gulak comes out onto the stage and watches Suzuki. Minoru gets a smile on his face, remembering the last time Gulak tried to interfere. Jericho however drops down to essential snapmare Suzuki but Suzuki rolls to his feet. When he turns around, Y2J jumps up and nails him with the codebreaker! The Television Champion smiles and claps as Jericho hooks the leg for the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Jericho!
Jericho rolls to the outside of the ring. He's a bit battered from rthe battle but he still raises his arm in victory. Gulak leaves to the back, more than satisfied with the outcome. Suzuki raises his head to stare as he leaves, shoving the ref away who was checking on him. The camera focuses on his scowl as it fades out.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Renee Young is shown walking down the hall. She approaches a door with a sign taped to it that reads...
SWEET N' SOUR INC. PERSONNEL ONLY
And beneath that, in what looks like red crayon...
ALSO L.D.I.P.F. PERSONNEL ONLY
Young, intrepid journalist that she is, ignores the sign and enters anyway. As she does so, a dart whizzes past her head, narrowly missing as she ducks out of the way. Renee turns to see it sink into a photograph of Dana White on the wall, joining two others just like it already embedded in the plaster. Turning in the other direction, she sees that Kyle O'Reilly, a laser-focused hatred in his eyes, is to blame. Larry Sweeney, meanwhile, is getting himself ready in front of the dressing room mirror.
Sweeney: Can't you read?
Young: Larry, we do this every week. You were booked for a segment. I had to come find you.
Kyle collects his darts from the wall before throwing another volley at the picture of the UFC President. The Triple Champ continues to fuss over his hair as he speaks over his shoulder to Renee.
Sweeney: Whoa, whoa, whoa now there honey... nobody "books" me except for me. You know what a shot caller is? No? Well you're lookin at one right now! I'm like Yoda. Never late. Never early. I'm always exactly where I need to be.
Young: I think you mean Gandalf.
Kyle chuckles, throwing off his aim...
K'OR: Haha. Renee's a nerd. I fucking knew it.
She ignores him. Truly professional.
Sweeney: Besides, why should I be stuck backstage doing puff-pieces with you? I had that gig before I was the Undisputed UWF Champion of the world. I really oughta be opening the show every week, standing out in the ring where the paying fans can get a good, hard look at me. That's what this TV Title business is about, too, ya know. Once I beat Gulak and become the Undisputed UWF Television Champion, there'll be no good reason not to have me in the featured segments of the evening. My face should be all over the TV show. Sweet n' Sour sells, mama!
Young: You do know that this is a non-title match.
Sweeney: Ha! No such thing.
Young: Yes such thing. If Drew Gulak beats you, it's not like he'll be crowned the UWF Champion.
Sweeney: Pssh! If that cardboard doofus can sneak one in on Ol' Larry, I deserve to be out of a job. Can you imagine? Sheesh. Honestly, no self-respecting person in this industry can eat a pin and still call themselves champ. When, not if, but when I clobber that dork, it's gonna mean that I'm 2-0 against TV Champs and by all rights, that makes me the real one, understand?
Kyle whips another dart with the velocity of a baseball pitch and chimes in through gritted teeth.
KO'R: I should be a champion too. But Dana White is a diabetic racist.
Sweeney: Ah! Who needs him? We can find you another place to win a belt. Renee, what's like the UFC but better?
She shrugs, and also looks exhausted.
Young: I dunno... American Ninja Warrior?
Sweeney: Hard pass on that schlock. It's just a bunch of juiced up, closeted gym teachers and Yoga moms trying to get some air time so they can brag about it over brunch.
Young: What about the original Japanese version? I hear that one is for real athletes.
KO'R: Japanese American Ninja Warrior? Never heard of it.
Larry blasts his dome with another cloud of hairspray...
Sweeney: I think we're stepping too far outside the realm of combat sports here. Maybe the EBI? Somebody get me Joe Rogan's number so he can get me Eddie Bravo's number.
KO'R: What about Slamball?
Young: That's a team sport.
KO'R: Oh so what, just cause I have a disease I can't out-Slamball five of Spike TV's finest? What are you, some kinda diabetic racist?
Sweeney: "Ableist", Kyle. The lawyers said to use the word "ableist".
Young: Wow. Okay. Wow. So are we doing this interview or...
Sweeney: What else is there to say? Every second dedicated to anything involving the faux TV Champ is the most ironically wasted screen time in Revolution history. I'm gonna make real short work of him so we can get on with the coronation and move on with our lives. This is just something I needed to get done before I go and take care of Triple H and Jericho once and for all.
Young: Speaking of Survivor Series -
Sweeney: Nothing new to report. Triple H is still a butt-hurt hack who can't handle the fact that his company was taken right out from underneath that big dumb nose and made a hundred times better in spite of his not being involved. He hasn't earned this shot, and while the history books make that crystal freakin' clear, it'll never be more obvious than when he's standing in that ring next to true greatness come Survivor Series. As for Jericho... well, what can I say? Two-and-zero. That's our record. I beat him twice. Ask any promoter in combat sports - hell, even that no good, dirty rotten son of a gun Dana White knows it - that a rubber match between two guys where one of 'em hasn't won yet never sells. Facing Chris Jericho again is the closest that Sweet n' Sour Inc will ever come to doing bad business. The only way I can sell people on this fight, because trust me, nobody buys Y2J as a credible contender anymore, so the only way I can sell it is by promising that the swan song of that "legend", if you wanna actually use that word, will be a bloody, violent affair, and that the spectacle of a human massacre alone is worth the price of admission.
Young: It seems like both Triple H and Jericho might hate you more than they dislike each other. Are you worried about them teaming up to
KO'R: Sure, just pretend I'm not in the room. Ableist pig. Like I won't be there to even the odds. I'm the future Japanese American Ninja Warrior Champion, and Larry Sweeney is the best fucking wrestler alive. I think we can handle it.
Sweeney: Kyle's right. Now if you don't mind, I have a title match to prepare for... so scram, dollface.
Renee just nods, happy to be done with it, and leaves the dressing room. The sound of darts driving into the wall can be heard even behind the door as it shuts behind her. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The lights are out and nothing can be seen except the illumination of cell phone lights and the flashes of cameras as with the strum of a guitar, a spotlight comes on and shines down into the ring on Revolution’s resident musician.
Elias: Hello I am Elias, and nothing brings me greater joy than knowing I get to perform for you people once again here tonight. EC3 sure gave me a strange opponent though. I mean given his track record in this industry, I knew I was likely in for something strange but Brian Lee took it beyond expectations. Now I don’t know how deep his belief runs like if he believes he came from Planet Vegeta and bumped his head and the whole nine but I do know he believes that he’s a Saiyan. Well I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Brian, but you’re just a human being like me and everyone in attendance tonight.
Don’t get me wrong, you’re on an impressive streak after beating Rick Rude in a non-title match, you’re just a tad delusional. So I sort of don’t want to make you Drift Away because of the additional damage it might do, but I will.
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"
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DING DING DING
The bell rings and the two lock up trying to get an advantage over the other opponent. Brian Lee gets the leverage over Elias and locks in a headlock clamping down on it. Elias backs him up against the ropes and throws him off, as Lee comes back he is met with a knee to the midsection and Elias immediately goes for the cover and Lee kicksout immediately. Elias wraps Lee up with a head lock trying to keep the big man down with a smile on his face. Lee powers himself to his feet and begins punching Elias in the stomach making him release the headlock, and as soon as he’s able to get a grip around the side of the drifter he drops him with a side suplex.
Lee plays to the crowd and picks up Elias throwing him into the corner he gets up onto the second rope, and begins laying in punches knocking Elias into a seated position. He grabs Elias by the foot and tries pulling him out, but Elias holds onto the rope. Lee keeps pulling causing Elias to be suspended off the ground, and with one final pull he pulls him off and lands in a seated powerbomb position holding it for the pin.
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Kickout by Elias! Brian Lee looks to the fans with the look of surprise. He then gets to his feet and looks at his hands realizing what he has to do. He turns around and is met with a boot to the stomach and a snap DDT. He begins stomping at the Prime TIme superstar trying to make sure he stays down. Finally dropping a huge knee onto the back of the head of the downed Lee. He immediately begins rolling him onto his back trying for the victory.
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Thr-
Kickout by Lee! Lee was unmoving and Elias continued his assault on Lee with elbows and more knees. He began lifting him up for the Drift Away, when Brian Lee shifted his weight and moved his arm between Elias’ legs lifting him up to hit him with a sudden death valley driver. After clearing his head from the assault he rebounded off the ropes and hit a huge senton bomb!
Tom Phillips: These two men are going all out to build momentum for Survivor Series! And with a Senton like that it seems like momentum is firmly in the camp of Brian Lee.
Corey Graves: An odd choice for Team Revolution for sure. Let’s see if he can continue proving his worth in this match.
Lee lifts up Elias to his feet and begins delivering punches to the stomach of Elias, driving him back into the corner. He lifts up Elias to the top rope and climbs up after him latching onto him in a suplex position and jumps off! A huge superplex into the center of the ring leading the two of them writhing in pain. Brian Lee claws over to the downed body of Elias and drapes and arm over.
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Kickout!
Brian Lee looks up to the referee in a stunned confusion thinking that he had Elias dead to rights. He then crawls over to the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet, Elias having the same idea getting up in the opposite corner of the ring. The two meet in the center of the ring and Lee throws a wild punch. Elias catches it sets up for the Drift Away! As he begins to swing around Lee pushes him off into the ropes and hits him with the big boot. He begins putting his palms together doing a hand motion, and begins a small chant.
Corey Graves: He put away Rude with this technique last week!
As Elias gets back to his feet he thrusts both hands into the stomach of Elias knocking him back. Lee pulls him into the center and pins him.
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DING DING.
Tony Chimel: here’s your winner Brian Lee!
Miz: “The hell do I do…..”
The scene opens inside the private locker room of The Miz, who is seen sitting down in a chair, body tense and eyes slammed shut. He goes to stand up, but stops himself just shy, sitting back down and opening his eyes at the sound of the door opening and, subsequently, shutting once more.
Maryse: “Okay, what’s wrong now? I told you earlier Mike, there’s no issues between us and regardless of what happened between me and Rude-”
Miz: “It isn’t about you and Rude! Why do you think it is about you?!”
Maryse takes a cautionary step forward, still trying to get a read on what is going on inside Mike’s head now.
Maryse: “Then what is it about? You can tell me.”
Miz: “I can’t though, you wouldn’t understand-”
Maryse: “Don’t give me that, Mike. Come on, what’s bothering you now?”
Miz: “It’s the tag match, last week. I don’t know if what I did was right or not.”
Maryse: “This again? Really Michael, come on it was just one match-”
Miz: “I don’t mean that I lost, I can handle losing now, I meant...was what I did worth it?”
Maryse: “What you did? Sorry, I didn’t catch your match, what-”
Miz: “I threw away the match, a win that could’ve meant a lot to the team, just for...Chris.”
Maryse: “Chris?”
Miz: “You know, Chris? Chris JERICHO?”
Maryse: “OH! Well, you’re friends with him, right?”
Miz: “I...I think so? I mean, me and him talk, and I’d like to think that he considers me a friend as well-”
Maryse: “No, Michael, no ‘I think so’s, are you friends or not?”
Miz: “When you put it that way then, yes we’re friends, but-”
Maryse: “And do you value his friendship?”
Miz: “What kind of question is that? Of course I do, he’s one of-”
Maryse: “Then it should be worth it! You proved to him that you’re a true friend by giving him the win!”
Miz: “But I wasn’t the one that got pinned. It was Jay.”
Maryse: “Who is that? Jay?”
Miz: “Jay White, The Switchblade.”
Maryse scratches the back of her temple, deterring her eyes.
Miz: “The guy who is dating Veda Scott, well, I think he is anyways?”
Maryse: “Oh, that dude. He gives me a total creep vibe. Yeah, that was definitely worth it then.”
Miz: “But afterwards our arguing let us get beat down by those...punks over on Resistance.”
Maryse: “And? You say you’re one of the best on Revolution, right Michael?”
Miz: “THE best on Revolution, yeah-”
Maryse: “Then prove it, Mike.”
Miz: “Don’t necessarily know how that helps my problem here-”
Maryse: “If you go into Survivor Series and win your team the match against Resistance’s team, then that helps prove your decision in the...whatever tag match it was last week was worth it!”
Miz shoots up to his feet as if he had an epiphany from Maryse saying that, and runs over before grabbing her into a hug, actually lifting her off of her feet and nearly causing both of them to fall over.
Miz: “THAT’S why I married you, Maryse! That’s an absolute genius idea! If I go into Survivor Series and just clean house, even if I do get eliminated as long as Team Revolution wins in the end, it’ll show them that what I did in the six-man tag was worth it in the end! Oh, god I could just-”
Miz cuts himself off, planting a big smooch on Maryse’s lips before letting her go and grabbing his gear.
Miz: “Alright, I have a tag team match to go prepare for!”
Before Maryse can form any sort of response, Miz has dashed out the locker room, leaving a befuddled Maryse standing there confused as the camera feed goes elsewhere.
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... from Chicago, Illinois... Larry Sweeney!
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 prepares for the match to come.
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 policies.
Tony Chimel: Coming down to the ring weighing at 193 lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania he is The Master of 1000 Powerpoint Presentations, Drew Gulak!
He places the sign against the steel steps and climbs up to the apron and after wiping his feet on the apron. He goes in through the middle rope and slowly dresses down to his ring gear making sure to hand it in a neat pile to someone from the ring crew. From there he gets into his corner, and begins stretching waiting for the bell to ring.
VS 
DING DING DING
As Gulak and Sweeney come face-to-face in the middle of the ring, Drew with an intense look on his face while Larry can’t seem to shake the smile from his, the tension in the air is thick. The crowd is firmly behind the Television Champion as evidenced by their audible cheers and chants as a smile forms at the right corner of Drew’s mouth. Larry encourages him to enjoy it but as quick as a hiccup, he decks the young Gulak in the mouth with a hard right as Drew finds himself in a seated position holding his jaw.
Gulak stands up and tells Larry that he got a lucky shot in as Sweeney smiles at being told this before going for another punch but he stops it halfway for the fake out as, while Drew is reacting to that, the UWF Champion catches him in the side of the jaw with the opposite fist, knocking Drew sideways into the fist used for the fake out as Larry now finishes the punch and Drew is sent staggering backward toward the nearest corner.
Drew catches himself on the ropes with his back just barely touching the corner but Larry closes the distance between them by attacking him from a sideways angle, throwing himself at Gulak with a form of splash as he raises his knee upward into the solar plexus at the same time. Drew visibly has the wind knocked out of him as Larry brings his leg down and hoists Drew up onto the shoulder nearest him as he takes off forward and connects with a running powerslam.
Tom Phillips: Well no doubt Drew Gulak is quite the athletic specimen but right now he’s being toyed with by our UWF Champion.
Corey Graves: Can you blame him, Phillips? These two aren’t in the same league. Besides, if I had the muscle strength carrying three titles around gives you, I’d use the exact same type of physicality.
Tom Phillips: But isn’t Kyle the one that carries the other two around?
Corey Graves: Shut up, Phillips!
In the ring, Gulak is pushing himself up with his arms and climbing to his feet as Larry gives him a kick in the ribs to send him through the air as Drew turns and now finds himself on his back staring up at the ring lights. Larry struts over and goes to deliver an elbow drop but Drew rolls out of the way and the Champ hits nothing but mat. Sweeney comes up holding his elbow as Drew cracks a smile and points to his temple to nonverbally communicate that he outsmarted him. Larry laughs it off and signals that he wants a test of strength as the two men lock up.
They tighten up until they can’t anymore, with Sweeney trying to swoop for a headlock quickly on Gulak, but Gulak dodges and then gains a waist lock on Sweeney. He picks the Sweet ‘n Sour representative up and then throws him down face down, then rests his foot on the back of Sweeney and then drops down a knee onto the top of his head. Gulak then, without a second to waste, drapes up Sweeney’s leg into a single leg boston crab.
Corey Graves: Now that’s what you call a transition! Fantastic work from Drew Gulak there!
Tom Phillips: Di..Did you just compliment someone in this match that isn’t Larry Sweeney? Are you feeling alright, Corey?
Corey Graves: I love professional wrestling, alright? That’s more than I can say about broadcasting next to you!
Gulak then takes position on his feet and then applies the Boston Crab in a traditional style, leaning back on Sweeney’s foot. Knowing exactly how to counter this move, Sweeney spins over and kicks Gulak back to the ropes, but Drew bounces back and then folds Sweeney up for a quick schoolboy rollup!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
The early attempt for a pinfall catches Sweeney off guard as he kicks out at two with nearly the amount of quickness that he was rolled up. He kips up to his feet and as he pulls off this impressive return to a vertical base, Gulak takes a swing at his head. Sweeney ducks this and hits the ropes, rebounding with a huge lariat that knocks down Gulak. Sweeney gloats about this for a moment but as he does, Gulak returns to his feet with a kip-up of his own and starts laying into his opponent with blow after blow.
Growing quickly tired of having his lovely face pummeled, Sweeney blocks the next incoming one with his forearm and punches low with his other hand, connecting flush with the gut of the Television Champion. As Drew hunches over, Sweeney folds his arms to get him in the double underhook and places Drew’s head between his legs.
Tom Phillips: What a statement to “King Nothing” this would be.
Sweeney then thinks better of it as he removes Drew’s head but keeps the double underhook as he connects with a suplex. As Gulak lies prone after impact, the Sweet ‘n Sour One begins to circle him, delivering numerous stomps as he does.
Corey Graves: Well we didn’t get a Pedigree but we are being treated to the Sweeney Stomp!
After making a full revolution, Larry poses for the crowd as they shower him with boos. As this goes on, Drew is able to kip up again and hook his arms around the waist of his opponent. Before Sweeney can process what’s going on, Gulak connects with a belly-to-back suplex backbreaker and goes for the cover again.
Tom Phillips: Spine Splitter!
ONE!
Corey Graves: This could be it!
TWO!
Kyle O’Reilly looks worried at ringside.
THR...NO!
As Sweeney gets the shoulder up, Kyle breathes a sigh of relief as in the ring, Drew gets up and creates a short bit of distance between he and Larry. As Sweeney gets to his feet, Drew goes to grab him but the UWF Champion throws his arm backward and catches him in the mouth with the point of his elbow. As Drew is loopy from this, Sweeney puts him in position for the Hangman’s neckbreaker and follows into a DDT.
Corey Graves: Right on the money! ’68 Comeback Special!
Tom Phillips: Lights out for Gulak.
Sweeney rolls Drew over and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Larry Sweeney!
The feed takes us to a dark room where Triple H's skull king mask is strangely sat upon an illuminated table.
The shot hovers for a moment on the mask, and then a taped fist lowers on top of the crown, set on it firmly. Fingers tap along the edge of the solid steel, and the raspy voice of King Nothing can be heard from the shadows.
TRIPLE H
Everywhere I look... pretenders. Tommaso Ciampa was just one of many who try so hard to convince the world that they can be as good as I am, and like all before him, he has failed. What's more, he has fallen. Ashes to ashes...
Hunter can almost be heard chuckling as he trails off. Then, the light slides upward to illuminate his bearded face as his brow curves into a wicked expression.
Let this week serve as an example. A warning. Larry Sweeney, Chris Jericho: I am done taking the heads of men who don't deserve the axe. But the two of you most certainly do. Sweeney for his crimes of deceit. Jericho for his crime of conceit. And both of you for your crimes of excess. As always, King Nothing has nothing has nothing to lose. And at Survivor Series, he has everything to gain.
The light suddenly cuts out.
Consider yourselves warned.
The feed moves along.
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.
QUIET ON THE SET, CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!
AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!
As the instrumental of "The Man" by The Killers plays over the PA system, a usual mixture of cheers and boos reverberate around the arena, The Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History walking onto the stage alone, foregoing his usual posing and instead opting to just gaze out to the crowd longingly, no emotions showing on his face as he just takes in the imagery.
Finally, Miz begins walking down the ramp, continuing to ignore his usual grandstanding and instead just look at the fans surrounding him on either side, wanting high fives or recording the A-Lister's entrance.
Tony Chimel: "From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 224 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed "Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History", The Miz!"
Miz walks to the steel steps and, before going up them, looks out at the crowd once more, before taking the stairs step by step, taking off his sunglasses to reveal his cold, focused blue eyes. He calmly hands his coat and glasses to a ringside attendant before awaiting the bell to be rung.
OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING
"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect.
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.
VS
DING! DING! DING!
As the bell sounds, The Miz and Jay White are the two men to start this thing. They two waste little time to get this started as they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, each men grabbing for position. Jay taps the arm of the Miz, sliding underneath it and behind him with a hold of the left arm, wrenching the arm behind his back. The Miz has been here before and tries to weigh himself down, but Jay’s chest keeps him balanced, leaving a stalemate between the two technicians. Miz uses his free hand to reach behind him for Jay’s face, but Jay leans back, leaving Miz the chance to swipe out of the arm wrench and pull Jay in for a side headlock.
Tom Phillips: As we’re underway folks, there’s some impressive wrestling at hand here. It’s slow at the moment, but with these two rookies to Revolution, I’d be-
Corey Graves: Woah, The Miz is no rookie, you might need to get your eyes checked before someone’s body is thrown at you again… but yes, this IS some great wrestling at hand.
The Miz wrenches in the hold, trying to get Jay down to a knee with each reapplied grip. Jay’s refusing to drop to a knee, and tells the ref to back off before he even asks to tap out. Miz wrenches it in, but Jay pushes his feet forward to march Miz over to the ropes before sending him off them. Miz rebounds and tries for a quick clothesline, but Jay ducks it, swinging his arms around, and trying for a quick German! Miz spastically wriggles down to his feet, taking the clutched hands at his torso and unhooking them only to turn around to face Jay, before shoving him away by the face. The crowd boo, but Jay simple replies with a quick uppercut that floors Miz into the ropes. Jay steps over, throws the Miz’s arm over the top rope to hook him in, and hits a STIFF chop to the chest. Miz tries catching his breath, but Jay simply repeats the move with more force this time.
Tom Phillips: So much for the continuation of the technical prowress recently on display, Corey. You’ve got to think though, Jay White needs to go easy and not injure The Miz. As much as they dislike each other, this could have serious ramifications for Survivor Series.
Corey Graves: Tell Jay to quit being a knife pervert while you’re at it, going easy isn’t what brought him to Team Revolution.
Jay kicks Miz in the gut now, locking him into a DDT clutch before moving into the center of the ring, taking the arm, and hitting a quick snap suplex with a quick cover.
...1!
...No!
Miz kicks out easily, and Jay picks him up by the hair, pulling him up and looking for another suplex. This time however, Miz twirls his way out of it, keeping a hold of the arm, and bringing White up and over with a Kitchen Sink to the gut. White holds his stomach in pain, but The Miz isn’t done as he runs to the ropes, and puts Jay down head first with a boot to the face. He shakes the cob webs and pulls White over by the arm, tagging in Aries, who takes the advantage as he leaps up and over with a Slingshot Somersault Senton! Aries, being one to set the pace,, isn’t done as he runs the ropes and comes down with a Great Muta styled elbow, trying for a cover.
...1!
...2!
...No!
Tom Phillips: Kickout there by Jay White. If there’s one thing Team Revolution has, it’s the experience. The Miz and Austin Aries were here during the early days of the UWF, and although their lives have taken them in and out of the company, it’s without saying their knowledge is useful for our team.
Corey Graves: As much as I’d hate to admit it, for once, I agree with you on that.
Aries picks up Jay by the head and lets loose a forearm to rock him away. He hits another for good measure, backing him up in the corner and wrapping his arms around the top ropes to get him nice and steady. Aries runs to the opposite corner, but mid-run like a tiger, he drifts back in Jay’s direction and nails a sweet running dropkick to the chest, leaving Jay breathless and slumping into the ring, sitting down in the turnbuckle. Aries grabs the top ropes, looking at the camera and shouting “Eat your heart out, Hardy!” before leaping up with his legs in the air, balancing himself with a hand stand, and dropping down like a pendulum with the double feet to the chest of Jay!
Corey Graves: Haha! Brilliant! Why not have some fun at Resistance’s expense?
Aries taps the side of his head with a chuckle, before grabbing the hair of Jay and pulling him up. Aries throws him into the corner of the Miz, and takes a few boots to Jay, before repeating his earlier action of cat and mouse, but this time for a Stinger Splash! But no! At the last second, Jay quickly pulled The Miz over the top rope and on the turnbuckle, making him take the nasty blow! Miz rolls out of the ring as Aries is staggering out of the corner groggily.
White grabs Aries around the neck with his arm and drops him with a reverse DDT before quickly returning to his feet and looking to follow up. As he gets to a vertical base however, Miz is on the apron and grabs him in a full nelson as Aries, once he returns to his feet, begins to tee off on the upper body of the, “Scottish Switchblade”.
After landing a few good blows, Aries winds back to put a little more oomph behind the next one but as he does, White manages to get his foot up and kick him directly in the face. Aries takes a few steps back but shakes the cobwebs off and charges White going for a lariat but Jay throws his legs upward and manages to roll over the top rope to dodge as Aries goes over it as well and crashes and burns on the outside.
White is proud of getting out of dodge until he realizes that Miz somehow still has the full nelson applied as Miz sweeps Jay’s leg with his own and hits a Skull Crushing Finale from the apron to the floor!
Tom Phillips: Well I suppose that’s one way to close a switchblade!
Corey Graves: That was certainly the most painful thing I’ve witnessed tonight, Tom. Second place is easily your grating voice.
As White lays there motionlessly, Miz hooks his arms in a full nelson again and in one swift motion brings him from being face down on the floor to the air to back on his feet. Miz now releases his hold and rolls White into the ring as Aries follows after and Miz returns to the apron. Jay is desperately crawling towards his corner to a fresh Rick Rude as Aries watches this with a smile on his face and his hands on his hips.
After a moment of watching, Aries walks briskly across the ring and drops an elbow to the upper back of White as he stops crawling and is now lying flat on the mat. Aries grabs Jay’s ankles and drags him across the ring to his corner and forcefully slams his legs against the mat then tags Miz as Miz leaps over the top rope with his legs bent up as he lands on White knees first into his back.
Jay cries out in pain as Miz returns to his feet and rolls his opponent onto his back with a nudge of the foot. Miz leans down and starts talking trash to Jay but White swings his leg up and catches Miz in the temple with the toes of his boot and pushes Miz back to a vertical base. As the, “Scottish Switchblade” scrambles to his feet, he leaps up and connects with a standing dropkick that sends Miz backward through the ropes as he crashes and burns hard on the outside of the ring.
As this is going on, as soon as White is back to his feet he hits Aries with a superkick that sends him flying off the apron as Austin lands next to Miz. White now turns around and sprints across the ring, leaping forward and tagging Rude’s outstretched hand on the way down.
Tom Phillips: And the Intercontinental Champion gets his first taste of action here tonight!
Corey Graves: Pretty sure that happened decades ago.
Tom Phillips: No I meant...
Corey Graves: I know what you meant. Shut up, Phillips!
After being tagged, Rude drops from the apron and makes his way over to Miz and Aries who are both coming to and returning to a vertical base. As they do, Rick grabs each of them by the back of the head and knocks their heads together. As he then pulls the dizzy men apart again, he lets Aries fall to the ground and turns and leads Miz to the ring, rolling him into it and sliding in after.
As Miz sits up, Rude kicks him in the lower back and leads him to his feet as he turns his back to the, “Awesome One” and reaches back to hook his head. Rick is looking for the Rude Awakening but Miz slips out and runs to the opposite ropes as Rude hits the ropes nearest him. As both men head towards each other, they each connect with a clothesline simultaneously as each man is taken to the mat by the impact.
Tom Phillips: What a development! Both Rude and Miz are down!
Corey Graves: Rick Rude might be fresh in this match but after the spill he took off the stage last week, he’s no doubt still in rough shape and this isn’t helping.
Both men lay in the center of the ring, opting to catch a breather. They begin to stir at around the same time and slowly make their way to their feet. They look at each other and then look around. Suddenly something sticks out in the middle of the ring. Both men look down at it and it starts to move. It cuts through the ring and suddenly it becomes clear that it's none other than an axe! Vinny Marseglia ends up sticking his head through the mat with a big smile on his face!
Tom Phillips: They're here! Resistance is here again!
There's some commotion in the crowd as suddenly the other four members pop up by the barricades. Miz runs right up to Vinny and just starts stomping down at his head. The other four members jump the barricade to rush the ring but Aries is waiting, jumping off the apron onto Jeff Hardy! Jimmy Uso hops over the barricade but is immediately taken down by Jay White who was lying in wait with a slingblade! As Omega is going to come into the ring, Brian Lee emerges from the crowd wearing a disguise and attacks him from behind. Grado is the only one to have made it into the ring where both Rude and Miz starts to double team him.
Tom Phillips: Revolution is fighting back!
Corey Graves: If you ask me, it looks like Revolution might have planned for this to happen!
Marseglia comes out from the ring to even the odds but Rick Rude is there to cut him off. Jay White slides into the ring to offer them more firing power. He helps Rude with Marseglia and together they throws him over the top rope to the outside onto Jimmy Uso! Kenny Omega meanwhile has ending up gaining control of Brian Lee a bit but Elix Skipper comes out of nowhere to dive onto him from the stands! Aries is still attacking Jeff on the outside but Hardy shoves him away. Aries comes running into a clothesline to take him down but Jay White comes diving to the outside with a suicide dive! Grado is left alone in the ring with The Miz. Well we would be alone but everyone else from Team Revolution makes their way in. Grado is all by himself but Jimmy Uso slides in to help him out. Grado looks at Jimmy and then decides to bail, leaving Jimmy in the ring.
Corey Graves: Team Revolution may have some chemistry problems but at least out team doesn't have an Uso and a coward.
Jimmy doesn't know what to do but he doesn't have to wait long as Rude slides up behind him and nails the Rude Awakening! Miz then takes his legs and places him in the Figure Four! The other Resistance members do nothing but watch as Aries heads to the top rope and comes off with a 450 Splash! Team Revolution then kicks Jimmy out of the ring and tells the rest of Resistance to come and fight but they instead opt top retreat though the crowd. Team Revolution is talking all sorts of trash as they stand tall in the ring, the crowd going wild as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Vinny vs Sweeney - Semi/Dresden
Miz/Aries vs White/Rude - Gurt/Dresden
Lee vs Elias - Wasabi
HHH vs Ciampa, Jericho vs Suzuki - Danny