Post by Dres on Dec 8, 2018 9:50:43 GMT -6
The UWF titantron switches from it’s banner to video taken days prior to the show. Lights, glimmer, and everything else anyone can hope for, as a sparking pyro flames up a black screen, spelling out the initials “C.H.”, before blasting into a logo!
Sup, hosers, losers, and all other listeners out there! It’s that time of the week for the one and only “Instant Classic” in the UWF, that’s right! Revolution proudly presents to you it’s first episode of “The Peepole’s Podcast” brought to you in party by Totino's Pizza Rolls! They might be gushy and confusing to make, but they do the job for any quick meal. Here is your host, Christian! Otherwise known as, me!
The graphic fades into a “studio” of sorts, with Christian sitting at a desk. He’s got it all, a coffee mug with “No. 1 Wrestler Alive” printed on it, his own bobblehead. What a legend.
Christian: To all my Peeps out there, I sure know how much of a BUMMER it is to not have me on tonight’s show. The return of Captain Charisma’ll have to wait another day. Trust me, I tried with the offices. Heck, I was on the very first episode of Revolution a year ago, but you know how it is, royalties and all. So I did the next best thing, start up a podcast! It’s never been done before in the UWF!
Christian suddenly has flashbacks to the very first episode of Revolution, which DID have a podcast of sorts, hosted by some asshole. He suddenly speaks again.
Christian: ...Never been done by a true Canadian in the UWF, that is! Ha! We cover a broad variety of topics on the show, from the stinkers of the company, to the guys who’re money cows. Now than we-
Suddenly, the door to the studio swings open, with “The Rated R Superstar” Edge walking in, closing the door, and walking to the free chair with a shit eating grin.
Christian: Hey wait!
Christian tries reaching for the opposite headphones, but Edge is faster at snatching them up and putting them on, as Christian snaps his fingers in childish frustration. Edge takes a squat on the chair and gets real comfy.
Edge: ‘Sup, hoser. Heard you were doing a little schtick since you weren’t booked. You mind if I take a seat?
Christian: Oh, by all means. Jeez, you can’t leave well enough alone. You hear to steal this thunder?
Edge: I wouldn't think of it, I loved UWF Thunder. You oughta be use to this though, I haven’t left you alone for the past 20 years bucko, you’re stuck with me by the side. But hey, I'm helping you out. We came in together, so why not host the first episode? So what's the haps, Birdman?
Christian: Sam Roberts is about to sue, that’s what, but to my Peeps out there! We’ll work with what we have, no matter how mangey a guest is! For those that watched the Survivor Series-
Edge: -Which totally ruled-
Christian: -Because of us making our return, it’s clear that this battle of brand warfare’s died down for the season. With Resistance winning, I think a lot of the fans of Revolution were bummed out. What went wrong?
Edge: That’s a tough one, but the team I’d say was lacking. It was billed as the top talents from both brands, but really, Brian Lee? Yeesh. The best thing that match did for anyone was give Rick Rude the night off. Resistance had Kenny Omega, Jeff Hardy, Vinny Marseglia, three guys who’re top contenders for their world title. With everyone on Revolution’s end being busy up the wazoo, they had to send in anyone they could.
Christian: You said it, not me. If anyone busts in through that door to get us, you’re to blame. But overall, a decent analysis. Even with Resistance winning, Revolution’s sure to get some exciting news from Ethan Carter The Third. Say, what ever happened to the 1st and 2nd?
Edge: Who knows? Maybe this is the third clone? It’d explain how much time he spends booking the same stuff over and over. Didn’t we have like the 5th Last Man Standing match of the year at Survivor Series? Anyway, I’m pumped about it. A little birdy’s been telling me it might have something to do with the Royal Rumble in January.
Christian: That’s happening? Sounds pretty exciting.
Edge: No clue if it’s happening or not. 2018 didn’t have one considering we were down to one brand, but with a second brand, who knows?
Christian: Or it could be the announcement of whatever pay-per-view’s happening this month. With it being Boxing Day and everything, there’s gotta be something to satisfy those appetites for the UWF fans. What better way to include Christian and Edge in whatever that announcement is?
Edge: By having Edge and Christian in it.
Christian: …
Edge: … I’m playin’! Trust me, whatever it is, there’s no doubt that we’ll make it ten times better.
Christian: Truth! On the flip side, Revolution is looking strong this week with it’s card. Talk about stellar, some of these guys would’ve been way more useful on Team Revolution. We’ve got a fellow Canuck in Bobby Roode returning, and an even more fellow Canuck, a super Canuck, if you will, returning in the form of Edge. What’s your thoughts going in? You and Aleister Overeem had some heated words.
Edge: Spearing him back to the Netherlands, not Sweden. We all make mistakes, ya know? But really, he didn’t get to me. I went in knowing his game, just a guy with a God complex. I mean jeez, Jimmy Jacobs, Vampiro, the list goes on with these guys. They’ve got “mindgames” behind them, but really, Aleister was barely here. A fellow Canuck in Vampiro took him out of action over a year ago, now he shows up?
Christian: And he threatened me! No wonder he’s an emo, he can’t get along with anyone. Always taking the blame out on everyone else, yeesh. But it goes without saying you definitely brought out the old Edge by talking him down.
Edge: Eh, I’m still getting my bearings. But man, remember when we were like that? All Brooding and gothic?
Christian takes his hand over to a keyboard and pushes a few buttons, before popping up the following image.
Edge: Woah! Man, look at that shitty little goatee you got going on.
Christian: I was still growing out my facial hair, but jeez! What about those teeth on you? That’s the kinda stuff they put on toothpaste commercials.
Edge: Ah whatever, but what a throwback. Reminds me of when we first came into the UWF too.
Christian pushes a few more buttons and laughs off mic, seeming pretty confident in himself.
Christian: Darn right! Look at that huh? UWF RAW Legend Christian. I tell ya, I remember having you by my side and teaching you the way.
Edge: Oh, yeesh. I’d say that’s a pretty brutal low blow from you but uh-
Edge reaches over once again, this time putting in a few keywords into the search engine, before finding this image.
Edge: Think your remembering things a liiiittle bit wrong. But hey, second place ain’t half bad!
Christian isn’t happy. Not at all. Not one bit. Nu-huh, no way jose. Edge gets up from his seat with a smug and playful grin.
Christian: Get outta here, you always gotta ruin it for me, don’t’cha?
Edge: That I do, but hey, made the show more interesting. Hope all of you “Peeple” out there enjoyed this. I’ll catch you on the flipside Captain uh… what was it? Carrot Cake? Cheesebur-
Christian: Charisma! Get outta here! Scoot, scram!
Edge gets up and off his chair with a chuckle, leaving the room to seemingly get ready for his match.
Christian: Ugh, yeesh. Well folks, that’s all the time we have. Stay tuned next week to hear more of me, and I promise less of that dork.
With that, the video goes off, and switches to the UWF graphic.
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[/img][/div]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: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! It’s a great show we’ve got lined up tonight!
Corey Graves: We don’t agree often, Phillips, but in this case we do. For starters, we’ve got a triple threat between three of the best on the roster when Triple H, The Miz, and Drew Gulak go to war.
Tom Phillips: And speaking of wars, it’s sure to be a war when UFC Champion Minoru Suzuki takes on the UWF’s self-proclaimed Triple Champion, Larry Sweeney.
Corey Graves: And if all that title talk excites you, you’re in luck as tonight Rick Rude defends the Intercontinental Championship against Brian Lee.
Tom Phillips: All that and more tonight as the dust from Survivor Series settles. We now understand our General Manager EC3 has a special announcement to make.
Ladies and Gentlemen
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back to a mixed applause from the crowd. EC3 doesn't really pay attention to them, instead walking straight to the ring and getting handed a mic once inside.
EC3: Well let's get right into it. Survivor Series was last week and you all saw some incredible action. Minoru Suzuki defeated Drew Gulak, Larry Sweeney retained the UWF Championship and .... Team Resistance defeated Team Revolution.
The crowd starts to boo.
EC3: Truth be told, I was extremely disappointed in the outcome as well. I thought Revolution had this in the bag. When we were drafting up our team, I has pegged Austin Aries as a future star of not only this brand, but the entire company. I knew he had to be Team Captain. We all saw how that panned out.
There comes a time when you have to take a step back and really look at the big picture. The truth is, I've been stretched thin ever since we expanded the company. That's why I brought in Maxine. That's why she had to bring in her own assistant to help her workload as well. An assistant who abused her powers to get Jay White on the team. While I was and still am impressed by him, we can't have favoritism on this brand as that's the exact way I was able to sue and gain control in the first place. So from here on out, Veda Scott is fired from the front office.
A pop from the crowd, people not liking her actions in the 5 on 5 match despite her trying to help Revolution.
EC3: Jay White however will have her managerial services going forward. Back to what I was saying earlier though, my attention is being pulled in different directions all the time. I barely had time to book shows and I think I really failed in making Team Revolution a cohesive unit heading into Survivor Series and it costs us. That's why effective immediately, I am resigning as General Manager of Revolution.
The crowd lets out an audible gasp with murmurs quickly filling in the silence after.
EC3: This is just me giving up the role of General Manager. I will still preside over UWF and all it's business dealings. You'll be glad to know that I've wasted little time in finding a replacement GM. After a bit of negotiating, we finally came to terms on a deal and so without further adieu, I give you the new GM on Revolution!
Tom Phillips: No Way!
Corey Graves: This is a brilliant choice! Corbin left the inferior show to come to the A brand and now he's getting rewarded!
Corbin comes down the ramp with his shirt and vest and the biggest smug look on his face. He calmly walks down the ramp and enters the ring, giving EC3 a handshake before being handed a mic from a ringside crew member.
Corbin: First off Mr. Carter, I want to thank you for this position. I know when you said you had big plans for me you meant it but this? This is just beyond perfect. I appreciate the opportunity and I'll do everything in my power to live up to your expectations.
Corbin shakes EC3's hand but Ethan has a puzzled look on his face.
Corbin: Now who wants to see maybe the biggest main event in Revolution history!? That's right, tonight we're going to see the UWF Championship get defended on Revolution for the first time ever! Now as the only man who won his match for Revolution at Survivor Series, I think it's a no brainier that we see Larry Sweeney go up against myself in a-
EC3: Wait.
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Corbin is cut off by EC3 who is scratching his head in confusion.
EC3: Who said you were going to be the GM of Revolution?
Corbin: You did? We negotiated a new contract just a few hours ago.
EC3: Yeah, to have you come over to Revolution as a member of the roster.
Corbin: What about all that talk about rewarding me?
EC3: I was talking about a signing bonus.
Corbin: Wait so who's the new GM then?
PSSHH!
The sound of the infamous glass shattering is heard as many of the fans in attendance rise to their feet, a collective excitement washing over all of them. As the legendary theme follows, it isn’t long before the, “Texas Rattlesnake” himself appears and makes his way to the ring.
As Austin enters the ring, a smirk is on EC3’s face as he politely applauds while Corbin has a look of disbelief on his face. Stone Cold forcefully takes the microphone from him and raises it to his mouth as his music fades out to silence.
Stone Cold: When Stone Cold got to the arena tonight, not gonna lie, he had goosebumps. It was jus’ like old times, like a day without the, “Texas Rattlesnake” hadn’t happened at all. Nothin’ can ruin this night, but ya know, listenin’ ta’ you flap yer little gums and havin’ ta’ look at the stupid look on yer face comes damn close. You wanna be the Gee Em of Revolution? Well I got somethin’ ta’ say about that.
Austin drops the microphone and flips Corbin off with both middle fingers before kicking him in the gut and dropping him with a Stunner! The crowd goes wild as Austin gets down in the fallen Corbin’s face to talk some trash as EC3 resumes speaking.
EC3: Now I know what you're thinking. Why Austin? Truth be told, I was a little hesitant as well. We've never really had many run ins and you can bet we come from completely different backgrounds but maybe that's what this company needs. After running a brand for almost 3 years, maybe it's time we injected some new blood into this. He's a bonafide legend and he's your new General Manager of Revolution, "Stone Cold" Steve Austin!
The crowd pops again as Austin gets to his feet and motions to someone at ringside for a beer. As he’s tossed a few, he hands one to EC3 and as both men open their beverage, they clang the cans together in a toast and Revolution heads elsewhere with the image of the two legends having a drink.
The cameras fades in on the backstage area, Where we see The Miz standing by with an off-screen interviewer.
Interviewer: “Excuse me, Miz, but I just wanted to get your thoughts on Survivor Series and-”
Before the man can continue with his question, Miz is already rolling his eyes at him, and puts his hand right to the man’s face, cutting him off.
Miz: “My thoughts on survivor series...what thoughts do I even need to give? My throat still hurts from what Vinny Marseglia did, I’m thankful I can even talk right now. But even with what I told to Ethan Carter, he still puts me in this triple threat match with Triple H and Drew Gulak, two of the so-called best that Revolution has. You got people left and right calling me egotistical, calling my elimination at the hands of Marseglia and Omega a blessing that they didn’t have to see me steal the spotlight anymore in that match, and not once do they provide an example of my so-called egotism. Was me yelling out to Brian Lee in order to inspire him to get his head in the game egotism? Was me taking a superkick from Jimmy Uso so that way I could repay the kindness Rick Rude gave to me by taking the Wee Boot from Grado egotism? I don’t think any of it was egotism, in fact, that all was the exact opposite of egotism!’
Miz: “I did all that I could do and then some to lead Team Revolution to victory, you know, the thing that Austin Aries should have been doing according to EC3, which is yet another idiotic decision from our general manager! I kicked out of the Redrum AT ONE!!! And yet, oh, I’m egotistical. Oh, I only did it to show off. What these people don’t understand or bluntly refuse to is that I’m not The Most-Must See Superstar in UWF History just because I say it, I back every word I say up with action to prove it. I said that I was going to become the Most Must-See Intercontinental Champion in UWF History at Wrestlemania, and I did it! I said I was going to fight for Maryse’s honor and that win or lose I’d know that I put the absolute most effort into it, and I did! I said I was going to put Rick Rude through all 7 stages of hell inside of the steel cage, and I did!!! I SAID I WOULD LEAD TEAM REVOLUTION AT SURVIVOR SERIES AND PROVE WHY ETHAN CARTER MADE A MISTAKE IN PICKING ARIES FOR THE JOB INSTEAD OF MYSELF, AND GODDAMNIT I PROVED IT!!!!!”
Miz takes a moment to calm down, hand rubbing the sweat off his forehead.
Miz: “So you want my thoughts on Survivor Series? There are my thoughts on it, my thoughts are that all those people sitting in the crowd booing me are just in denial about my true ring general skills, and the people who only started cheering me out of spite for Rick Rude are even worse because they needed to see me hit rock bottom to finally realize how good I was!”
Interviewer: “Okay, well what about tonight’s triple threat match then? What is your gameplan going-”
Miz: “Gameplan? Why the hell would I be telling you my gameplan, when Triple H and Drew Gulak could be watching this and being able to hear it? That is an absolutely idiotic question.”
Miz’s temper flare actually seems to get to the reporter, who takes a step back.
Miz: “Oh, just give me the damn microphone-”
Miz grabs the mic from the interviewer, and shoos him away, frantic footsteps being heard in the distance.
Miz: “Wanting to know my gameplan, my gameplan is simple: win. I don’t care how I do it, who takes the fall, or who has to interfere to help me do it, I’m going to walk out of this match as the victor. So Drew, if you want to put me in whatever submission holds you think will work best, by all means give it a try. Trips, if you want to be the hypocritical king again and use that mighty sledgehammer to try and give yourself the ring so you can hide how shit you actually are, then I’m completely fine. Both of you can come right at me, it doesn’t matter to me since I’m still going to walk out as the winner.”
Miz: “Oh, and Larry, let me give you a heads up so you have time to pray with your friend Kyle, time to train, to prepare, to strut about, to do whatever you think will help you, because once I’m done taking care of these two, I’m coming straight for you, and this time...this time, there won’t be anybody stopping my ascent to the UWF Championship, not even Ethan Carter III.”
Miz then leaves the microphone on a production crate, walking off as the camera goes elsewhere…
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
"You Think You Know Me?"
It’s ELECTRIC as Alter Bridge’s pedal to the metal track “Metalingus” hits the PA Speakers, signaling the returning “Rated R Superstar” Edge! A thick cloud of smoke blurs up the curtains, before the Canadian-born superstar runs out from the back and joins in on the excitement, running to each edge of the stage and pointing at the crowd, pumping them up. He walks over to the start of the ramp, waiting for his theme to kick in before putting his head down, fists down, and raising up the Devil Horns with fireworks going off!
Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and forty-one pounds. He is the, “Rated R Superstar”, Edge!
Edge gets goosebumps from the ovation and the sounds. Everything coming back to him like it never left. He runs from the ramp down to the ring, and slides in, laying stomach first to bare his teeth to the fans with a toothy grin, before standing up and removing his jacket as he hands it off to the referee who takes it over to a ringside official.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The familiar blare of the guitars of Aleister's theme music hits as the entire arena fades to black, with nothing but the crowd's phone flashlights illuminating the area. Finally, the lights turn back on, leaving Aleister Black himself sitting at the top of the stage.
Aleister stands and starts making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Amsterdam, Netherlands. Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. Aleister Black!
As Aleister arrives at the end of the ramp, he enters the ring and stares a hole through his opponent as things are about to get underway.
DING DING! DING!
Straight off the bat, Edge runs straight over to Black and goes for the Spear! Noticing this, Black takes advantage quickly and puts Edge in a headlock, using the turnbuckles as leverage to keep himself up on his feet.
Aleister begins to reign knees into the upper chest of Edge and then grounds him, and then lays knees into the side of Edge. Out of nowhere, Edge catches the arm of Aleister and hammerlocks him down to the mat quickly. Edge then smiles and stands up, allowing Black to get up also.
Edge lays across the corner and indicates for Aleister to get up. Seeing that Edge wants to mock him, Aleister sits cross legged and indicates for Edge to come over to him instead. Telling him, “no you.”
Corey Graves: “Would you look at that.”
Edge looks down on him and then goes to run for Aleister with potentially a boot but Aleister leans back and school boy rollups Edge quickly to the mat.
One…
Edge quickly rolls backwards from the quick rollup and Aleister kips his knee up and smashes it against the side of Edge’s head. As he’s stunned, Aleister stands up and puts Edge in a headlock, pulling Edge to his feet.
Tom Phillips: “Early in on this match, it’s an impressive showing from the return of Aleister Black. Making Edge look bad-”
Corey Graves: “Let me cut you off right there Tom, Edge knows that Aleister using all of his speed and stamina this early on in the matchup will cost him later down the line, it’s a smart strategy… shame he isn’t even trying to rebound though.”
Aleister then wrenches in on the headlock, taking to one knee to get it in a firmer grasp down across Edge’s neck. Edge then gains Aleister back up to his feet and throws him backwards into the ropes.
Aleister is thrown to the other side, where he immediately is met by Edge running at him once more, potentially looking for a spear, but before he can connect, he’s met with a knee strike landing right on the top of Edge’s head.
As Edge stands stunned, Aleister hops up with a mushroom stomp, sending him crashing back down to the mat, Aleister collapses on top of Edge and the referee counts the fall.
One…
Two…
Edge kicks out with confidence at two. Aleister sits up, with barely any emotion wrote over his face and rolls straight up. Aleister pulls Edge to his feet with his hair and the referee begins to try and argue with him, but he ignores him.
Aleister spins around looking for Black Mass, but Edge collapses down to his knees, avoiding the strike barely. Aleister then looks down on him, and looks for the Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick, spinning around but get again, Edge collapses down, making the strike miss him.
Tom Phillips: “Damn, is this really Edge’s fatigue this early on or is he playing possum? I personally think the latter.”
With Aleister flat down on his face, Edge rolls up to his feet and then drops down a boot onto the back of Black. Then he throws down a few more onto the back, pounding constantly down. Edge then walks off in a circle trail and then grabs Aleister by the arm.
Edge drags up Aleister to his feet by his arm and hits Aleister down with a clothesline, quickly taking him down. With this, he gets straight back up, just to be struck down by another clothesline.
Aleister gets up once more and gets struck down by a clothesline taking him down to the mat. For the fourth time Aleister gets back up to his feet, and Edge pulls him into a front facelock, potentially looking for Edgecution.
Black swings himself under Edge’s arm and gets out of the front facelock hold from him. Black then spins around, hitting a hard discus elbow right to the side of the head to Edge, and looking for a boot to the midsection of Edge but Edge catches.
With Edge holding Aleister’s foot, without hesitation Black flips backwards and lands into a cross legged position. Edge looks down on him and gets infuriated, kicking the bottom rope with force. He then shudders off to the corner where he stands and contemplates life mid match.
Tom Phillips: “Not happy with that one, eh Edge?”
Corey Graves: “It’s all a part of the strategy, trust me Tom. Shut up.”
Aleister kneels and then stands up, and then he taps Edge on the shoulder to alert him, he doesn’t turn, so Aleister forcefully does this with both hands but Edge quickly pounces on him with a clothesline laying him out.
Corey Graves: “Told you, idiot.”
Aleister almost immediately gets back up to his feet, but Edge maintains control over him, ducking an elbow strike, and dragging Aleister down to the mat with both hands for the Edge O’Matic. He then hooks both legs on him and the referee counts the cover.
One…
Tw-
Aleister kicks out just on the verge of two. With this Edge sits back and iconically brushes back his hair with both hands. With this he then grabs Aleister up by his neck and places him on his knees.
Edge then gets up, and hits the ropes, running straight back at Aleister with a big boot right to his mouth. After this, Edge lifts Black up to his feet with a waist lock, and then sends him over to the corner.
Tom Phillips: “What could he be going for here?”
Edge strolls over, and then turns Aleister around. He places him up on the top rope with Aleister’s face away from him. He ducks his head under and places him in an electric chair position. He walks over to the ropes and stands there, holding the legs of Black.
He throws Black off his shoulders and onto the rope for an electric chair gun stun, sending Black stumbling back. Edge swings Aleister’s arm over his head and then lands a belly to back suplex laying him down to the mat. Edge hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
Aleister kicks out just after the two count and pushes Edge off him. Edge gets up once more, placing both hands around Aleister’s neck, slightly choking him, and drags him up to his feet. Before he is dragged completely up to his feet, he is met with a devastating uppercut.
Tom Phillips: “Oh my! You could’ve heard that a mile away!”
Edge falls down to his knees and Aleister shoot kicks away at Edge’s chest, and then hits the opposing ropes then hits a double running knee, quite similar to the style of the Black Out. Aleister then throws Edge’s arm over his head and then lifts him up.
Aleister deadlifts Edge up off the ground in a brainbuster and spins around and drops him down on the top of his head. He then rolls over to cover him and the referee counts the cover.
One…
Two…
Edge kicks out and Aleister quickly takes to one knee to recover. He looks around and then takes to his feet. He holds his hand high and then hits the ropes, and runs back with a foot stomp to the grounded Edge.
Aleister then walks slowly over to the corner, swooping through the ropes and straight up to the top turnbuckle. He charges Edge up, yelling at him to get up to his feet.
Tom Phillips: “Will Aleister fly from the top?!”
Aleister waits on the top, and Edge runs over and goes to push him off, but is instead squatted down with a diving meteora. Aleister falls on top by hooking both of the legs of Edge and the referee counts the fall.
One…
Edge kicks out confidently at one and Aleister immediately runs up to the ropes and Edge gets up, to leapfrog over Black who is running full ahead of steam, Edge tries to bounce back running straight forward after landing the leapfrog.
The two meet in the middle but Aleister passes Edge by and throws him over the top rope. Edge holds onto the apron and then lands on the apron. He waits there and then Aleister bounces off the ropes and shotgun dropkicks Edge down.
Aleister looks side to side, as Edge is in position for a potential suicide dive, he runs up to the ropes and bounces on the second rope, moonsaulting back into the ring and landing cross legged.
Corey Graves: “Classic… classic Aleister Black right there on display.”
Edge stands stunned and confused with his arms froze out as he was readying to catch Aleister and try and take off some impact. He kicks the barricade and then rolls back into the ring, to look at the cross legged Aleister Black.
Edge then drops down, cross legged facing right at Aleister, this angers him and Aleister rolls back and then onto his feet to penalty kick away at Edge’s chest. Aleister stands in the corner and looks across to Edge and charges him up ready for another assault.
Once Edge is up once more, Aleister runs at Edge, seeing the big boot before he connects with it and slides underneath Edge’s legs, with this Aleister gains a waist lock and wrenches a few times before throwing Edge overhead with a Bridging German Suplex on him, the referee counts this fall.
One…
Two…
Edge kicks out at two from the Bridging German Suplex but as he falls down, it leaves himself open for Aleister to attack once more. Aleister grabs the arm and starts to wrench back in a Fujiwara Armbar on Edge.
Edge quickly scurries over to the ropes and grabs a hold of the second rope before he has a chance of losing this one. He isn’t taking any chances on this one.
Corey Graves: “A smart strategy from Edge, he knew that there was minimal ways out of that type of hold, and doing something like that really helps.”
The referee doesn’t even have to start counting for Aleister to let go, he isn’t disrespectful and he knows this game. He stands and looks down upon Edge with pure blankness once more.
He heads over to the corner where he jumps up once and then rolls forward, and with Edge back up he lands a huge Rolling Thunder Double Foot Stomp on Edge swatting him down to the mat once more.
Tom Phillips: “Bam! That must’ve hurt.”
Corey Graves: “Let’s be honest Tom, you don’t actually care do you.”
Tom Phillips: “I do! Just maybe not as much as those two in the ring right now.”
Aleister then heads over to the top rope quicker this time, not even going through the ropes first and dives off the top rope connecting with the Blood Moon Stomp right down on Edge’s chest!
Corey Graves: “Now that! That would’ve hurt. A couple of broken ribs later, that ain’t a fun experience.”
Aleister falls on top of Edge and the referee counts the cover on him.
One…
Two…
Edge slides his arms through and makes it a crucifix pin!
One…
Aleister kicks out quickly from the pin reversal from Edge, and quickly gets up to his feet, the same speed as Edge. Edge immediately throws a harsh slap to the face of Aleister and yells at him to give him all that he’s got.
Tom Phillips: “Now that can’t be a good option for the strategy! Now you’ve made Aleister real mad!”
Aleister throws Edge towards the ropes and as he bounces off, Aleister boosts him up into the air and cuts him out of thin air with a devastating Black Mass! The crowd cannot believe it! He goes for the cover, this must be over!
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner, via pinfall, Aleister Black!”
Aleister sits cross legged in the middle of the ring once more as Edge rolls out of the ring in pure agony. He looks around as if these people have just witnessed a regular occurrence.
Tom Phillips: “One and zero with the debut of Aleister Black here on Revolution tonight. What a strong showing! That Black Mass hit straight out of nowhere.”
Corey Graves: “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t discredit the other man in this match, as strong as Aleister shown tonight, this is bound to not be Edge here in the UWF.”
A break in the action takes us to commentary.
Corey Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, a few weeks ago the UWF's very own Triple H was approached by ESPN with a pitch for a documentary project about his life and career as a wrestling superstar and former UWF executive. The documentary, titled "Life of a King," will air both on ESPN and the UWF Network in a few short months but this week, we've got an exclusive inside look at the making of the project.
Tom Phillips: That's right, Graves. Isn't it exciting?
Corey Graves: Shut up, Phillips.
The live feed transfers to a pre-recorded package. We are shown the inside of an arena where Triple H is speaking with some of the crew of the documentary, then some footage of cameramen recording a workout, and some footage of his most recent matches. Over top of the visuals, Hunter's voice can be heard.
TRIPLE H
...it takes a lot out of you. This business. It's draining, you know? Demanding. It places stresses on your body that can't really be compared to... well, to anything, really. You know, guys in physical jobs like construction, they understand the basic concept of wear and tear but in this business you're standing across the ring from someone who is actively trying to hurt you, week in, week out. So much more than the daily grind, the Hell another person can put you through is just incomparable. There's always talk about occupational hazards in pretty much any workplace, you know: in a kitchen, a chef, he can get burned. On a construction site, there's falls and things falling on you, not to mention all that heavy machinery. But in wrestling, occupational hazards are a fact of life.
There's a little more footage, then a quick cut to a replay of Hunter's brutal match-up with Daniel Bryan, scoring the final victory, being helped out of the arena covered in his own blood.
...it meant a lot. Being able to finally do some good, make something right. Daniel Bryan, he was a monster of my own creation. A sin of my past. And finally, finally, I was able to atone for that. I know a lot of the guys in the back, they want me to just stop talking about it. But how do you stop talking about what might have been the most brutal fight of your career? How do you stop talking about something that leaves a scar that deep on not just your physical body, but your mind? You can't. But I'm not saying I'm stuck in that moment. Every day, I step into that ring ready for what that day has to bring.
Another quick cut shows Hunter in better days with Stephanie and the kids.
Do I have regrets? Yeah. I wish I could have my family back. I wish I could have the company back, some days, too. But the UWF is in a better place now without me at the helm. The numbers don't lie, and I've come to terms with that. Life would be a lot easier if I'd stand up and fight for the company. I might still have my wife, my kids... I might still have a family. But do you know what? It's not worth it. That guy in the suit all those years ago, that wasn't me. That was someone else, and I didn't much like that guy. Nobody did. The purest example of who I am as a person is the man who fights in that wrestling ring, and as much as I love my kids, I can't deny that I belong there. One of these days, they'll be old enough to make their own decisions, and I hope they can understand. It's as simple as that.
There's some more footage of Hunter's triumphs and defeats that rolls for a few seconds longer, announcers calling his matches, all of it — and then the package cuts to a graphic that reads: TRIPLE H — LIFE OF A KING. The package ends, and the broadcast cuts to commercial.
We see a door backstage that has no walls connected to it that says - Primetime International Sports Security - Brian Lee, Elix and TAICHI are seated round a table
Elix: so Big Guy - we have a few questions for you - what were your actions during the Survivor Series match between Resistance Vs Revolution
Brian: Look guys - I know I messed up - I've never felt such a Power Level than when Kenny Omega Kamehameha'd me back! his ability to deflect my attack stunned me and I lost concentration and the match - I'm sorry
Elix: Look, I know his power was unexpected and I know you've had that experience before - Jay White did the same thing to you - you had no idea of the power level of the roster here - but thats why you've got to train harder and faster - ain't that right Brother TAICHI
TAICHI:
あなたとケニーを見てビームの闘争をすると、なぜ私はあなたに参加したのか疑問に思った
Elix: Thats right!
Brian: you guys - I've got this all under control okay - I know your upset and worried we are becoming a joke but we gonna make Primetime bigger and better than ever - just wait and see - its all according to keikaku
A letter then arrives in the office thanks to one of EC3's assistants
Brian opens the letter and reads it
Brian: well boys - looks like we are back on track sooner than I thought!
Brian passes the letter to Elix and TAICHI who read it simultaneously
Elix and TAICHI Jump to their feet and say: PRIMETIME BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, Bobby Roode!
Bobby poses for the crowd as he and they shout, “GLORIOUS!” in unison. He then removes his robe and hands it to the referee who hands it off to a ringside official.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The arena becomes dark as all of a sudden hellish flames appear on the tron a dark noise is heard and all of a sudden the the guitar riffs hard and out from the darkness come one man. The eyes, and ears of the UWF Constable Baron Corbin. Fans in the arena boo as Constable Corbin comes out. Corbin has a smug look on his face as he comes out in his dress clothes.
Tony Chimel: From Kansas City, Missouri. Weighing in st two hundred and eighty-five pounds. He is the eyes and ears of the UWF, Constable Baron Corbin!
Corbin is bobbing his head to the entrance music and as he raises the dark backgrund behind him and lights raise. The fans are just letting Corbin hear it but he doesn't care as he is soaking in the moment and looking arrogant doing so. Corbin gets in the ring, and he takes the center of the ring and raises his arms as fans boo. Corbins music dies down and Corbin is ready for his match to begin.
DING DING!
Corbin and Roode begin to circle the ring, Corbin moves quickly towards Roode, Corbin locks in a headlock before he can react. Roode sends a strike to the rib cage of Corbin. Corbin releases his hold on the head of Bobby, Roode begins to send punches towards Corbin, Roode begins to be pushed back before unleashing punches of his own, The crowd begin to cheer for the back and forth exchange from the two men. Corbin begins to gain the advantage, No Roode begins sending back strikes as hard, Both men trading blows in the crowd as the crowd anticipates every shot. Corbin sends up a knee as the crowd cheer for the cheap shot. Corbin has hold of the side of Roode's head, Corbin sends Bobby into the ropes as he rebounds Corbin hits a stiff looking lariat to the side of Roode's head. Corbin sends down boots to the ribcage of Bobby who is attempting to get to his hands and knees, Corbin lifts Roode to his feet by his ears, Roode sends a boot to the abdomen of Corbin surprising him, Roode falls back locking Corbin's head in his biceps, Roode atempts to spike Corbin with a DDT, Corbin lifts Roode up flap jacking him straight into the canvas....
Tom Phillips: Roode attempting to finish this match early with a modified Glorious DDT.
Corey Graves: Tom don't be such a fool, Corbin risked everything to help Team Revolution get a win. Thanks to our Intercontinental Champion, Rick Rude who got pinned after being handed a win by Corbin...
Roode begins to slowly get to his feet as Corbin grabs onto the sides of his head. Corbin sends a knee to the gut as he pulls him to his feet, Corbin sends Roode into the ropes. Corbin attempts a lariat which is ducked, Roode rebounds and is caught by Corbin who spins him around before planting him into the canvas. Corbin looks pleased as Roode moves around in pain...
Tom Phillips: DEEP SIX, OH GOD THAT WAS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!
Corbin swiftly pops to his feet gloating to the audience before bending down as he twirls his hands either side, As he leans back and his arms shoot out backwards the crowd and Corbin in unison "GLORIOUS". Corbin has a grin on his face as he makes his way to Roode who looks out of breath and looks like he is going to die from the two huge moves. Corbin lifts Roode to his feet in one swift motion, Corbin goes to lift Roode but is met with an elbow to the jaw, Corbins expression goes from all smile to that of an angry bear. Roode steps back before attempting to hit Corbin with a lariat out of a last ditch effort, Corbin catches Roode planting him into the canvas with an end of days, Corbin hooks both legs...
Tom Phillips: Salt to the injuries. Corbin stealing Rude's taunt before hitting him with a devastating End Of Days!!!
Corey Graves: This is why Corbin belongs here on Revolution, Talent like this is unseen on either roster. Corbin has got this in the bag. Roode looks dead from that!
Crowd count along with the referee..
ONE!
1!
TWO!
2!
Tom Phillips: You already have it won, Come on Corbin what's it going to take to make you happy with that assault.
Corbin lifts up Roode by his ears as his grin grows even wider. Corbin yanks Roode to his feet before planting him with a stiff punch to the jaw of Roode, Blood begins to pour from Roode's upper and bottom lips as Corbin smiles at the crimson mask, Roode looks out of it as Corbin sends down another strike to the temple of Roode, Roode's cheek bone is revealed to have split when Corbin removes his fist from the face of Roode, Corbin lifts Roode up before planting him hard into the canvas with yet another End Of Days...
Corey Graves: Corbin is looking like a new man, Diffrent from the man I knew ages ago. Just look at that crimson mask on Roode from the stiff shots by Corbin!
Tom Phillips: This is disgusting Corbin has no right to do this. The referee needs to get involved...
Corbin waits a moment before standing to his feet. Corbin wipes the blood off his fist as he lifts Roode to his feet again, Corbin holds up Roode who looks ready to fall straight down. Corbin lifts up Roode yet again for a third End Of Days, Roode is planted hard into the canvas as a print of his face in blood is shown on the canvas. Corbin moves to his feet looking to lift Roode up again but the referee get's between him and Roode. Corbin looks upset as the referee calls for the bell...
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner of this contest by Referee's stoppage, The Constable... Baron Corbin...
Corbin pushes the referee before planting the referee with an End Of Days for ending the match... Corbin picks up Roode again before spiking him into the canvas for a third End Of Days, Corbin stands to his feet as his music begins to play. Corbin raises his hand in victory as the crowd boo Corbin out of the building... The EMT's rush out to the ring to the aid of Roode and the referee who are both laying motionless since the attack by Corbin. Corbin just grins as the crowd rain down their dislike for the superstar.
Tom Phillips: The refree with no choice but to call this match. Corbin didn't look finished, The referee didn't have much of a choice in the matter but was paid with a End Of Days by Corbin, What an explosive first day on the job for Corbin...
Corey Graves: The referee had it coming, The saviour of Revolution Corbin wanted to make an impression and by the stupid look on your face he has. Corbin has just shown Resistance what they had lost.
Tom Phillips: If you say so Corey. The attack on the referee was uncalled for no matter the situation. Corbin could have really hurt the referee...
Tom Phillips: We have to move on from that shocking start to tonight's action. Corbin for anyone who happened to have just tuned into our broadcast just decimated a debuting Bobby Roode. We have to move on but this will be hard to follow up...
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney is shown sitting at a desk set up - conspicuously - in a locker room. The desk is cluttered with paperwork and files. His three championship belts sit front and center though, all plates visible to the camera. Larry is busy chatting on the phone. It's and old land line and the receiver has the built in shoulder rest so the Champ can have his hands free to sign off and various contracts and such that Kyle O'Reilly keeps putting in front of him. Soon enough, Larry notices the camera on him.
Sweeney: Yep... yeah... listen... no, shut up and listen, I'll call you back. I got another thing. Yep. Fine. Buy your mother some flowers for me.
He slams the phone down, signs off on one more thing that he then hands to Kyle and then addresses the camera.
See, it ain't all glamour and glory now, is it? This is the side of being the top dog that you they don't tell ya about, and if you want my opinion? This is where most guys who make it to the top fail spectacularly, if they try it at all. Cesaro had Heyman, but Jericho? Ziggler? They were too busy suntanning in the spotlight to ever put in the legwork off camera. I don't know if Sheamus or ol' Joe on the other show even know how to write their own names, let alone tackle administrative legal work like this. Nope. In the modern era of pro wrasslin' where crossfit theatre geeks, NFL burnouts and cookie-cutter hacks whose sum total personality is a costume and the country they're from, there isn't a single person that knows how to work the greasy underbelly of the biz... except for me! Hahaha!
Larry stands up, walks around to the front of the desk and casually sits down on it, right next to his three title belts.
Lest you bums forget, I was a manager long before I was a wrestler. Sweet n' Sour Inc. ain't exactly a spring chicken. I've been around the block a few times now. I know this game inside out and from every angle. I didn't just waltz into the ring hoping to collect a few shiny new toys to pad my ego. No sir. I took the calculated approach. My talent as a grappler is one thing, but it's behind the scenes genius that's gonna change this racket forever.
Ah, I've probably lost some of you already. You're sittin out there on your fat butts wonderin' what the hell I'm even talkin' about. I know the boys backstage don't have a clue either, so let me slow it down. All the brawn in the world is only gonna get you so far if you don't have the brains to back it up too. That's what makes my beating Triple H so damn special. The Cerebral Assassin. The Game. The King of Kings. How else do you earn names like that if not by taking over the whole damn show? And here I am, sitting pretty in the winner's circle while that miserable mook can't do nothin' but sit back and wonder how a man he has zero respect for took everything from him.
I'm the straw the stirs the drink, baby!
Sweeney stands up and steps towards the camera.
How many times have you seen it now? A hot prospect cuts through the roster like a hot knife through butter, wins the big gold and then collapses under the weight of it? It's the same old song and dance, time and time again. These dumb jocks know all about the chase. They're warriors! Conquerors! And not a one of 'em knows jack all about being a King. There's always gonna be someone tougher workin' their way up next up next. Pretty rare that someone as smart as me comes along, though. Ha! You can hate me for it, but the proof is in the pudding, kids. Everything's comin' up Sweeney!
Kyle gives him a short but enthusiastic round of applause.
And that brings us here, to the "now what?". As you can see, I'm busy at work, movin' and shakin'. Me and Kyle hardly sweep a wink anymore. There's too much to do. Tonight, I'm gonna clobber Minoru Suzuki and take that UFC Heavyweight Championship from him and throw it in the trash where it belongs. That's easy. That's a cake walk. But then what? I'm a Triple Champion without a single contender in sight. That just ain't gonna cut it! Nu-uh! It's not like I can beat up Chris Jericho and Triple H every pay-per-view for the rest of my life, though, is it? I need a fresh challenger! I need some new competition! I need someone to step up and prove they're worth my time! I'm not about to waste the effort or energy slingin' wolf tickets for another can-crush farce, either. No, whoever's up next needs to be a bonafide stud. The real McCoy. The genuine article. Gimme your best and brightest, Revolution!
All this paperwork? The phone calls and the meetings and all the to-do? This is me trying to build the future. And that starts with my next title defense. And that starts with the next contender. We're trying to organize and initiate - to give the UWF fans something truly remarkable and memorable and meaningful. To that end, it's my humble pleasure to submit to this intellectual property...
He runs his hand through the air as he says it...
The Sweet n' Sour Invitational!
A tournament of the finest talent this show has to offer, with the winner getting the opportunity of a life time - a match with the first and only ever Triple-Champion Larry Sweeney for the Undisputed UWF Championship! Hahaha! How d'ya like them apples?!?! Pretty great, huh? Yeah, we thought so too. The nitty gritty's still need to get ironed out, but once the boys upstairs get a load of our proposal and see the sponsors we've lined up, it's just a matter of dotting I's and crossing T's. Let's face it, the Revolution boys got their buts kicked at Survivor Series. It's time to get this place back on the map, and this is exactly what we need to get the ship back on course. Trust me. No, seriously... trust me. I'm the only guy here who has a damn clue what he's talking about.
Cause me... I AM THE BUSINESS. AHAHAHAHA!
A maniacal cackle punctuates the segment as the camera fades out and Revolution continues elsewhere.
OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING
"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.
Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.
Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!
Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and moves to his corner of the ring as he waits for Brian Lee to enter...
An Unfamiliar song plays as out all together comes The Primetime Players - dressed head to toe in Black Shirts with Primetime written on and black jeans - all 3 wearing glasses - Brian Lee confidently strides to the ring with TAICHI and Elix walking in formation behind they make their way to the ring, Lee enters the ring and waits for the bell to ring...
DING DING DING
The bell sounds, and the two men don’t waste much time in locking up in the collar-and-elbow clinch, with both men struggling for the advantage. Neither man getting it anytime soon, Rude begins to back himself off into the corner, and once his back reaches the turnbuckle, the referee is there to tell Brian Lee off for keeping him cornered. Lee breaks the count at 2, both men raising their hands up, but Rude gives a big left hand to Brian Lee, the referee reprimanding him as Lee backs off, angry at the cheap shot from the champion. The two then lock up a second time, this time Lee being on the back foot as he is powered into the corner by Rude. Again, the referee begins his count and Rude waits till it hits 4 before breaking off, and as the two break off Rude attempts to get a second cheap shot in, but the left jab is caught by Lee, who returns in favor with his own punch.
Tom Phillips: “The challenger just returned Rude’s cheap shot in kind, and that has got to get into the head of the champion.”
Corey Graves: “You’re doubting the mental strength of Rick Rude, Phillips. Brian Lee is way out of his league in this match.”
Lee then follows up with a striking combo, hitting two left jabs, and then two from the right. He goes for the final punch, but Rude instead backs off, rolling out of the ring and taking a break on the outside. As the referee begins to count out Rude, he paces on the outside trying to get himself back into the game, so to speak. After a few seconds, Rude stands onto the apron, and stares down the challenger as he steps through the middle rope. The referee motions for the two to keep the match going, and they comply with one more lockup. This doesn’t last, though, as Rude catches his challenger off-guard with a big knee to the midsection, doubling Lee over. Rude then takes the head into a front facelock, and spins around for the Rude Awakening.
Corey Graves: “Rick Rude trying to finish this early, and I don’t blame him!”
Tom Phillips: “Will he be able to hit it, though? Was Brian damaged enough for-”
Before Tom can finish his thought, Lee proves his point to be correct as he gets out of the neckbreaker hold and rolls up Rude with a school boy!
ONE…..
TWO…..
…..THR-NO!
Corey Graves: “Jesus christ, Lee had me scared for a second that we’d be seeing a new Intercontinental Champion.”
Tom Phillips: “And I wouldn’t be doubting Rude thought the exact same thing there.”
As Lee is busy asking the ref if it was three, getting confirmation of a two count, he turns around to see Rude charging him with a clothesline. He ducks just in time, and Rude instead bounces off the ropes right into an awaiting Brian Lee, head ducked down. At the last moment, Rude raises his leg up and kicks Brian straight in the face, causing the challenger to pop back up and clutch his nose. This gives Rude his opportunity to deck Lee with a clothesline, knocking him right down. Lee collapses to the mat like a ton of bricks, and Rude takes the moment to showboat to the crowd, gyrating his hips at the fans as he stands to Brian’s side, then dropping a big elbow onto the chest. He keeps the arm there, and the referee moves for the cover.
One…..
Two…..
…..No!
Brian Lee kicks out, sitting up from the pinfall, but this is exactly what Rude wants. He picks the challenger up from the seated position, and whips him hard into the corner. Brian bounces off the turnbuckles, staggering right back into Rude’s awaiting arms, as he takes him in and locks in a sleeper hold! Lee begins to struggle against the hold, but after some minutes pass, it seems that he is fading.
Corey Graves: “This sleeper hold could do it, this could be all she wrote for Brian Lee’s IC Title plans!”
The referee moves in to check on the challenger, raising his arm up once and letting it fall, still limp. The referee signals one to the timekeeper and crowd, and then repeats the procedure. Another fall, and a signal of two. Finally, as Rude continues to keep the sleeper cinched in, the ref raises Lee’s arm again...but the arm doesn’t fall! Brian is able to keep it up, much to the shock and chagrin of Rick Rude. The Ravishing One tries to keep the hold locked in, but the crowd being behind Brian Lee is all that he needs to drive a big elbow to the midsection of the champion, and then another, and another! Finally, Rude breaks off the hold, and Lee charges Rick Rude with this sudden burst of energy, striking him directly in the gut with a massive punch, following it with a right hook that sends Rude staggering backwards. Lee, confident in his abilities, then bounces off the ropes and takes down Rick with a massive dropkick!
Tom Phillips: “Woah! What a combo from Brian Lee, and it doesn’t look like he’s quite finished yet!”
Corey Graves: “Not that this burst of offense will be lasting much longer, our champ is better than this.”
As Rude is writhing on the ground, Lee climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and dives off...before hitting an elbow drop straight to the heart of the champion! Lee scrambles for the cover, sensing that this could be the move needed to get him the win.
ONE…..
TWO…..
…..NO!
Lee is in shock at the close call, and once again is asking the referee if he was sure that it was only a two, getting the official’s confirmation. He then stands up shakily, almost
unsure of how he can finish it, before then standing up and putting both of his palms, the crowd on their feet as he screams “Ka…..Me…..”
Tom Phillips: “He’s going for it, we could see a new champion right here!”
Corey Graves: “I-Impossible!”
Tom Phillips: “Oh, it’s very possible Corey, and it’s going to happen!”
As Lee is continuing to set up, Rude is finally staggering to his feet, groggy. Brian barely finishes the incantation, yelling out “Ha…..Me…..” just in time for Rude to turn around. Lee
throws his palms out, belting out “HAAAAAA!!!!!!” as he strikes Rude with the double palm strike to the chest, Rude being blown backwards by the moves right into the ropes, which he rebounds off of straight back into Lee, who grabs him by the throat and lifts him high up in the air before slamming him straight to the mat with the Primetime Slam!
Corey Graves: “Oh my god…”
Tom Phillips: “DO IT, LEE! COVER HIM!”
Both men are down on the mat, breathing heavy. Rude from the beating he just took, and Lee from the energy used up to assault the champion. After a few seconds, the referee looks as if he is about to count both men out when Rude begins rolling away, eventually falling out onto the floor. Just as Lee begins moving again, sitting himself up, he looks on as Rude, somehow, manages to stand up, using the apron to assist as his legs try to stay stable. He begins walking over to the timekeeper’s area, before taking his IC Title. The referee, all the while, yelling at Rude to get back in the ring. As Rude takes the title and moves back towards the ring, the ref yells at him to get back in and drop the title, but Rick refuses, instead continuing to walk back towards the entrance ramp. Skipper and Taichi both notice this, and go to form a blockade at the entrance ramp, but Lee yells for them not to,
before continuing with something about humility and Frieza. Somehow, Taichi and Elix understand, and step aside for Rude as he walks past, the referee beginning his count.
ONE…..
TWO…..
THREE…..
FOUR…..
FIVE…..
SIX…..
SEVEN…..
Tom Phillips: “That’s our Intercontinental Champion, huh? What a coward, can’t even stand to take the L.”
Corey Graves: “Coward? That’s brilliant! You cannot lose a title via countout or disqualification, and Rude knows that like all ring generals do, this is absolutely genius!”
EIGHT…..
NINE…..
…..TEN!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Tony Chimel: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY COUNTOUT, BRIAN LEE! HOWEVER, STILL YOUR INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...RICK...RUDE!!!”
The crowd is completely against the way that this match ended, but it doesn’t seem to affect Lee or Rude, as the latter is still walking up the ramp with whatever is left of his pride, and Lee is in the ring alongside Skipper and Taichi trying to explain his reasoning, taking a second to allow the referee to raise his hand in “victory” before leaving the ring with fellow Prime Time Players, the camera going elsewhere as he is leaving.
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage to see the sight of the Switchblade, Jay White, backstage in a white backdrop. White stares into the lens of the camera with a calm, almost eerie intensity. Switchblade then speaks.
Jay White: “Survivor Series might not have featured the most favorable outcome for myself, but I won’t let a minor setback make a dull knife out of the Switchblade. While Resistance may be quick to gloat and exaggerate their already inflated sense of importance, there was nothing at stake for myself. There was nothing at risk, there was nothing on the line. The only thing at stake were petty bragging rights; I don’t need those because I’m me, and that’s all I need to brag about. I have all the talent in the world, and when I set my mind to things, all I have to do is snap my fingers to make my ambitions come to life. That’s something you can brag about. I won’t let an over-hyped game of Family Feud get to me – but I’ll get to you – inside that little head of yours, as I break you down, bit by bit, piece by piece, as you beg me for mercy and human decency a man like me doesn’t know.”
White stares ominously into the lens of the camera, cocking his head to the left before returning
Jay White: “Even when I had nothing to gain, I held up my end of the team. Even as our captain fell like the incompetent reprobate that he was, I helped lead our team to victory. I didn’t waste time by engaging in some ridiculous anime move showdown or let myself get choked out by some rabid idiot, I kept my eye on the ball the whole way through and used my connections to get ahead of the game, Veda and Corbin were a part of the plan. The fact that it took the entire Resistance roster to come out and stop the empire I had built in a single night speaks volumes of what I’m capable of in the grand scheme. You can sit there, and try to convince yourself that I’m just puffing myself up and spinning half-truths, but you know I’m right. You might look down at me now, but soon enough, I’ll be looking down at you, laughing to myself hysterically at how wrong you were.”
Veda then comes into the frame, staring into the lens of the camera as well to seductively lean on Jay’s shoulder—
Jay White: “And with this beautiful woman at my side, we will take what’s rightfully ours – looking down at you – in all your infancy and impotency, realizing what it means to breathe with the Switchblade, as you finally succumb to your defeat.”
The scene fades out with Jay and Veda staring caustically into the lens of the camera, as Revolution rolls on.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first already in the ring, he is “The Greatest Man to Ever Live”, Austin Aries!
Aries stands in the ring, not looking to hot after Survivor Series. With a band-aid over his forehead from Grado’s “Wee Boot”, he’s hurting, but ready.
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.
When entering the ring, Jericho suddenly runs over to an unsuspecting Aries and rams him in the head with a forearm! Aries is down and an aggressive Jericho starts putting the boot to him over and over before the ref tries pulling him off!
Corey Graves: Well, guess that letter written by Jericho was a warning sign, Tom. Jeez louise.
Tom Phillips: You seem pretty calm, look at him! We were expecting an instant classic for a sequel!
Corey Graves: Yeah, and Aries is getting an instant kick in the head for failing Team Revolution, literally!
The ref finally pulls Jericho off, and he doesn’t seem enraged. He’s not tired, he’s just staring at a downed Aries with intent. He slowly gets to his feet, with the ref hesitantly ringing for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Aries shakes the cobwebs as Jericho runs after him, having Aries slide under the legs of the former UWF Champion. As he stands up getting ready for another move that involves jumping at Jericho, it’s Jericho who takes his foot and Sparta kicks Aries! Aries twists and turns on the ground for a bit, holding his stomach, but Jericho runs up with a sick punt to the head! Some fans in the front row grimace at the sick sight, but Jericho isn’t letting up, he mounts the back of Aries and starts pounding away at the back of the head with strikes and blows, slapping it with authority. The ref starts counting, but each smack to the head can be heard, causing Jericho to land stand up, getting close to five. This is where Jericho would showboat, but not now. Not in this match. Aries is out of it, getting assaulted every which way, and as soon as he stands up, Jericho runs at him and hits the Codebreaker, hooking the leg in a nonchalant fashion.
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Jericho!
Jericho just stands there, letting the ref raise his hand, before adjusting his jacket, which not once did he ever take off. The sheer bitterness is shown in his clenched fists, but he has zero expression.
Tom Phillips: What a strange incident, Corey. Jericho’s had plenty of different meltdowns in the past, as it finally caught up to him?
Corey Graves: If it has, may God have mercy on that Revolution locker room. If a composed Jericho is dangerous, just imagine what this one can do.
Jericho exits the ring, and with that, UWF cameras turns away.
The camera is taken backstage to the new GM's office, Stone Cold Steve Austin. Austin is about to enjoy a sip of what we could all assume is an adult beverage before the returning Brian Kendrick walks in
The Brian Kendrick
Well, well, well, look at this. There's a new sheriff in town, right boys? Big Bad Ol' Steve Austin. Let me introduce myself to you, I'm THE Brian Kendrick, your brands best kept secret. But it looks like the cats out of the bag now because I'm done sitting in the back waiting for a opportunity. It's a new era here on Revolution, isn't it? And man I can't be more happy to see that egomaniac, Ethan Carter gone from here. You see, EC3 never gave me the chances I deserved, that I EARNED. When's the last time you've seen me here on Revolution. It's been months. EC3 refused to use me out of some unwarranted, undeserved hatred of me. But that all chances now. Now that Stone Cold is running the shots around here, things will be different right? I'll actually get the chances I deserve. And that starts to tonight. I want a match. Right here tonight on Revolution. I want to show EC3 and the world that they were wrong for forgetting about THE Brian Kendrick. And I want to show you just how much of an asset I am to your brand. So, what is going to be? Are you going to sit the best pure technical wrestler in the company on the sidelines just like EC3 did, or are you going to run this ship the way it should be, and proudly display the Black Flag of UWF, Brian Kendrick?
Stone Cold: I don’t like you bargin’ in here like you pay the damn rent but if it’s an opportunity you want, it’s an opportunity you’ll get. You better make it count though because if you lose tonight, yer ass is fired.
As Kendrick walks off, things return to the ring.
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, Illionis... 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 spot light 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 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
Suzuki takes no time before attempting to grab the leg of the UWF Champion, Suzuki has a hold of the leg as Sweeney pleads for him to let it go. Sweeney attempts an enziguri Suzuki ducks the attempt pulling at the leg he has in his hands. Sweeney crashes face first into the Canvas as Suzuki places his boot between behind the kneecap. Suzuki sends his boot down hard cracking Sweeney's leg between his boot and the canvas. O'Reilly looks on in disbelief as Sweeney squirms in pain, The look on the face of Suzuki is that of pleasure...
Suzuki looks down at Sweeney as he mounts him before beginning a barrage of elbows and fist to the facial region of the champ. Suzuki begins to lighten the punches, Suzuki gets to his feet as he looks at Sweeney as he begins to stagger to his hands and knees. Sweeney is not ready for a punt kick to the ribcage by Suzuki...
Sweeney begins to cough as he crawls over to the ropes, Sweeney begins to use the ropes to get to his feet as Suzuki makes his way over to Sweeney, Suzuki begins to send kicks to the side of Sweeney. Suzuki hits one final kick to the neck of Sweeney, Sweeney falls to his knees as Suzuki places Sweeney's arm over his neck as he gets a side headlock on Sweeney, Suzuki begins to apply pressure to the neck of Sweeney, cutting off oxygen to the brain of Sweeney...
Suzuki cinches back on the choke hold. Sweeney begins to feel for the ropes, Sweeney grabs hold of the ropes as Suzuki holds in the hold. The referee separates Suzuki from Sweeney who steps back from Sweeney. Kyle O'Reilly pulls Sweeney from the ring, Sweeney sits up with the help of O'Reilly who is talking to him giving him advice, Suzuki can't get to Sweeney due to the referee stopping him. Sweeney slides into the ring to face Suzuki again. Suzuki pushes the referee out of the way as he is lifted by Sweeney who comes from behind the referee to Suzuki, Sweeney falls back hitting Suzuki with a fallaway slam sending him across the ring...
Sweeney gets to his hands and knee as O'Reilly cheers him on... Sweeney makes his way over to Suzuki who was taken by surprise from the fallaway slam, Sweeney grabs onto the ears of Suzuki as he sends a knee to the abdomen as he just gets to his feet. Sweeney swings Suzuki's head between his legs as he lifts him up for a power bomb attempt. Sweeney moves towards the ropes, Sweeney attempts to send Suzuki over the ropes but is surprised as Suzuki in one swift movement falls over the rope grabbing his head in a guillotine yet again, Suzuki being held up as the rope helps crush Sweeney's throat, Suzuki holds the guillotine over the top rope as time passes Sweeney face begins to turn bright red as Suzuki refuses to release the hold...
The referee is behind the men unable to see O'Reilly as he hops on the apron, O'Reilly attempts a superkick on the apron to Suzuki who still has his friend in the assisted top rope guillotine choke, Suzuki let's go of the hold as he rolls backwards on the rope landing on his feet ringside. Suzuki pushes the legs of O'Reilly out from under him, O'Riley face plants into the ring apron. Suzuki climbs onto the apron where Sweeney is still trying to recapture his breath... Suzuki enters the ring as he moves towards Sweeney who is laying possum as Suzuki is rolled up into a pin...
ONE...
TWO...
...T
Suzuki kicks out with power, Suzuki looks shocked as Sweeney slowly get's to his feet while Suzuki almost is instantly to his feet, Suzuki turns around to see Sweeney leaning against the top turnbuckle as Suzuki makes his way over to the corner, Sweeney quickly kicks out the leg from under Suzuki forcing him to go face first as Sweeney moves out of the way into the second turnbuckle. Sweeney realizing this sends down a boot to the side of the face of Suzuki. Sweeney begins sending down hard boots to the chest and head region of Suzuki who was taken by surprise yet again... Sweeney grabs onto the head of Suzuki lifting him to his feet as he lifts the body of Suzuki onto his shoulders before jumping forwards flipping with Suzuki on his shoulders, Sweeney lands on his shoulders which is softened by Suzuki’s body taken the impact from crashing hard into the canvas. Sweeney quickly gets to his feet before lifting Suzuki to his feet and back onto his shoulder, Sweeney this time runs forwards before falling backwards to hit another harsh Samoan drop onto the back of Suzuki, Sweeney quickly hooks both legs of Suzuki…
ONE...
TWO...
NO Suzuki kicks out at Two!, Sweeney gets to his feet annoyed by the kickout as O'Reilly begins to lead him to exposing the top turn buckle across the ring, Sweeney does so the referee quickly makes his way over to Sweeney who throws the pad to the other corner of the ring. Suzuki who has stumbled to his feet has he legs pulled from under him, O'Riley pulls Suzuki from the ring before hitting him with a stiff kick to the chin as the referee is looking away. Suzuki falls to his knee before O'Reilly takes a step back before hitting a huge running knee to the temple of Suzuki, O'Reilly sends Suzuki back in the ring as the referee finally get's the pad back on. Sweeney just looks on as he taunts to the crowd. Sweeney hooks both legs as the referee turns around to see the cover...
ONE...
TWO...
...THR
Suzuki kicks out at 2.8!.
As Suzuki kicks out, Sweeney hits him with a clubbing blow that dazed him as he lies there on the mat. Larry begins to circle his opponent, connecting with stomps to the body the entire way around. After one revolution is made, Sweeney gets Suzuki to his feet and puts him in position for the ’68 Comeback Special but as he turns, Suzuki locks in a rear naked choke hold from out of nowhere. Sweeney's face turns purple almost instantly with the pressure from Suzuki. Suzuki keeps cinching back on the hold as Sweeney begins to step left and right as he becomes more limp.
Sweeney falls to his knees, Suzuki keeping the hold cinched in as Sweeney's eyeballs begin to pop out of their socket. The referee asks if Sweeney is okay to continue but Sweeney doesn't respond. The referee begins to lift Sweeney's arm as O'Reilly sneakily moves the leg of Sweeney on the bottom of the rope before pointing it out to the referee who is forced to stop the sleeper. Suzuki lets go of the limp body of Sweeney before making his way out of the ring. Suzuki looks sick of O'Reilly as he grabs onto his trunks before sending him head first into the ring post. Suzuki pulls back the padding to the floor of the arena revealing concrete as he lifts up O'Reilly and places his limp body between his legs. Suzuki lifts up O'Reilly before spiking his head into the exposed concrete with a Gotch Style Piledriver, quickly getting to his feet before entering the ring.
As Suzuki enters the ring and gets up, he is met with a big boot from Sweeney. Sweeney leads Suzuki back to his feet and this time connects with the ’68 Comeback Special as he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Larry Sweeney!
Sweeney celebrates his win but is clearly feeling the effects of his war with Suzuki, as evidenced by the bit of blood he coughs up. Sweeney tries to play it off and wipes the blood away as Revolution heads elsewhere.
The feed carries us backstage where Triple H is standing by, alone.
TRIPLE H
They say the greatest way to see the future is to look to the past. And in some cases, that's absolutely the truth. Consider, if you will, the outcome of the triple threat match at Survivor Series. In spite of the inclusion of a third man, the outcome of that match echoed the outcome of the match at Genesis before it: Jericho fought Sweeney and he lost. Was I part of the equation? Yes. Did I have any sort of impact on the result? Not really. I'm not going to lie; that stings a bit. It stings the pride to know that in spite of my place in that match, Sweeney was always going to beat Jericho. But that's the fact, because at the end of the day, Larry's got Chris's number. He's in his head. And that, more than anything, makes a world of difference.
Hunter pauses and scratches at his goatee as he considers his next words carefully.
But there was another echo of the past that night. I, Triple H, kicked the crap out of every other man in that ring. I took everything both men and Sweeney's lackey had to offer and even then they couldn't keep me down. Sweeney dropped me on those steel steps and it fazed me long enough for him to steal a win, sure, but just because he won, that doesn't mean I lost. He saw, beyond a shadow of a doubt, what every man with a brain on this roster has seen and what every single one of them fears: Me, in my prime, at my best... unbeatable.
Triple H grins a smug little grin as he leans back away from the camera and continues.
Which brings us to this week. The Miz and Drew Gulak, both of them are making the same mistake that Sweeney and Jericho made, and that's underestimating where I am not just as an athlete, but as an icon of this sport. At Survivor Series, Drew lost to a man with almost 20 years on him and that will echo again tonight on Revolution. At Survivor Series, The Miz lost after promising he wouldn't, and that will echo again tonight on Revolution. But the echoes end there. Because tonight on Revolution, I rectify the one true injustice of Survivor Series when I step into that ring with two other men... and beat them both. I don't expect anyone to believe me, but in the end, they'll all bend the knee to the one, true King Nothing.
The feed abruptly moves along.
Brian Kendrick is in the ring as he waits to see who his opponent for the night is.
"Rebel Heart" Starts playing out. The crowd are on their feet for the arrival of Johnny Wrestling. Johnny walks out from the back and takes in the incredible atmosphere of the UWF Universe. He pauses, standing still on the stage, feeding off the energy of the people.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 200 pounds, Johnny Gargano!
A wide smiles comes across his face, and he starts to make his way to the ring, over flowing with the emotion and energy of the moment. He takes another long look around the arena before climbing the stairs and entering the ring. He takes his place on the turnbuckle and starts yelling out back to the UWF Universe, showing them his love and appreciation.
Gargano steps off the turn buckle and removes his jacket, ready for his match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Kendrick puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head and laughing at Gargano as Johnny’s hopping back and forth, shaking his hands and wrists. Kendrick takes his hands off of his hips and sticks his chin out, inviting Johnny to throw the first punch. Johnny shakes his head and gestures for Kendrick to come at him. Brian smiles and mouths for Gargano to be careful what he wishes for as he approaches Johnny but as he throws a punch, Gargano reverses into an inside cradle as he rolls Kendrick up.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Johnny Gargano!
Kendrick looks beside himself as he pounds the mat in frustration with both fists as Gargano scrambles out of the ring and begins to back up the ramp. Johnny has a big smile on his face as the camera gets another shot of Kendrick who is pulling at his hair, looking furious as Revolution heads elsewhere.
The camera shot is backstage, close by to the fabled Gorilla position. Kayla Braxton stands by, mic in hand, ready to get a word wit Revolutions newest signing, Johnny Gargano.
Kayla Braxton
Johnny, we just watched you make your official debut here in the UWF, on Revolution and you did by beating an established veteran, The Brian Kendrick, I'm sure you have a lot of thoughts going through your head right now, and a lot of emotion. How do you feel Johnny?
Johnny Gargano
How do I feel, Kayla? I feel great! I feel incredible. Something special just happened out there. You can just tell. That was the start of something beautiful, that was the start of something truly special. That feeling, the energy of the crowd, man, there's just nothing like it. I wish I could just bottle it up you know and have it with me always. It's electric, there's really nothing like it and that's what makes this the greatest thing in the world. This is what I love to do. And I got to do it tonight. Even though we haven't seen Kendrick around here lately in the last few months, he's still a trailblazer, and a veteran of this. To be in there with him, to beat him.... incredible. I got to show Stone Cold, and the UWF fans just what Johnny Wrestling is all about it. It's more than just a name, it's a life style Kayla. This is what I do. This is what I sleep, eat, breath. And I live for the chance to show everyone every day that I deserve that name. I'm not trying to have a good match. I'm not trying to have a great match. I'm trying to have THE match. At the end of the night, when the show is over, I want you to think back and think "Wow, that Johnny Gargano match was the moment of the night." That's what I want to do, and that's what I came here to do. Tonight was just the start of it. They say it's a new Era around here and you're damn right it is. This is the Era of Wrestling, and nobody, and I mean nobody, does that better than Johnny Wrestling.
Johnny flashes his million dollar smile, exuding passion, and hope, and drive. He walks off down the hallway, leaving Kayla Braxton to send us away.
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.
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
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.
DING DING!
As the opening bell sounds, Miz immediately goes after Triple H and connects with a right hand. He turns and decks Gulak following this, then back to Triple H but, “King Nothing” catches his fist this time and twists his arm around so that his hand is being pressed down and his wrist is being forced upward. Miz winces in pain and goes to swing with his free hand but Gulak grabs that hand and does the same thing that Triple H is doing with the other hand. After a moment of suffering, Miz manages to stomp on the foot of Triple H, which frees him from the hold as he Triple H throws a punch but Miz ducks and Gulak gets hit and falls to the mat instead.
Now free, Miz pops back to a vertical base and goes for a shot to Triple H’s solar plexus but Trips blocks and connects with a headbutt then steps to beside Miz, placing his hand on the back of his head as he charges forward, guiding Miz toward the turnbuckle but Miz puts his leg up to stop himself as he simultaneously connects with a back elbow to the mouth of his opponent. As Miz is back on his feet, he goes for a wide lariat but Triple H sidesteps and it looks like Miz is going to connect with Gulak but Gulak sidesteps and Miz finds himself hitting no one but puts his other hand on the top rope to stop himself.
As he stops, Gulak delivers a kick to the lower back before stepping forward and getting him in back body drop position. As Gulak goes for the back body drop, about halfway through the fall Triple H drops an elbow downward into the throat of Miz, turning things into a double team move. As he gets up and Gulak is returning to his feet as well, he crouches down and charges, connecting with Drew’s solar plexus area with his shoulder as he takes him a bit off the ground and plants him into the far turnbuckle as he repeats a cycle of backing away and then thrusting forward with his shoulder.
During one of the times that he’s backing away, Miz grabs him and stands him up, hooking his arms in a full nelson but Triple H reacts quickly and uses all of his strength as he throws himself forward and Miz goes over his back and collides into Gulak as Triple H puts Miz in a Tree of Woe and raises his leg as he begins to stomp the midsection of Miz forcefully.
Tom Phillips: This is insane! Triple H has found a way to put both men at his mercy here!
Corey Graves: It’s not as surprising when you consider what a ring general he is, what’s more surprising is that he’s got them like this in the early going with no fatigue on either of his opponents to take advantage of.
After several stomps connect, Triple H backs away to the opposite corner that’s diagonally across the ring. “King Nothing” takes off running from where he’s standing to where his prone opponents are but Miz quickly manages to curl upward as he springs off the turnbuckle backward and hits Triple H with a back elbow. Stunned, Trips is staggering there as Miz connects with something not often seen from him, a superkick, as Triple H goes down.
As Miz has both feet on the mat again, Gulak charges out of the corner and dives at his nearest leg, taking him down with a chop block as Miz lands on his face. Gulak now grabs the same leg and bends it upward, applying a single leg Boston Crab as the former Intercontinental Champion begins to cry out in pain.
Triple H sits up and shakes the cobwebs off as he climbs back to his feet and approaches the situation going on. He observes for a moment before balling up his fist and looking over at Drew, and then down at Miz, then back to Drew and one more time at Miz. After a few more seconds of consideration, Triple H decks Gulak in the back of the head, causing him to release the hold and come up onto his feet holding the back of his head.
Trips charges and connects with a sort of lariat to the back of the head to take Drew down as he pivots and falls on Miz with a double axe handle to the lower back. Triple H rolls Miz over and cocks a fist back but before he can unload, Miz spits in his eyes and comes up off the mat with a tackle as Miz soon has Trips pinned down, unloading punches everywhere he can land one.
Tom Phillips: Well, while gross and disrespectful, you can’t argue with the effectiveness of blinding someone with your saliva.
Corey Graves: Miz has the former UWF Championship contender right where he wants him, on the defensive.
Miz relents after a moment as he returns to his feet, his earlier worked over leg buckling briefly before he manages to straighten it back out and stand. As he does, Gulak is right there to hook his arms around his waist as he launches Miz and connects with the belly-to-back suplex backbreaker known as the Spine Splitter! Not long after connecting with the move, as Gulak is getting up, Triple H spins him around and goes for a kick to the gut but Drew catches his leg and swings it around, causing Trips to pivot so that his back is now turned as the Television Champion hooks his arms around the King’s waist and connects with a Spine Splitter!
Corey Graves: Dual Spine Splitters! What an athlete!
Tom Phillips: He didn’t need PowerPoint for that presentation!
As both Miz and Triple H lie prone on the mat, Gulak delivers a stomp to the back of the, “Game” and then delivers a stomp to the, “Awesome One” as both men wince and cry out in pain. After stomping on Miz, Gulak delivers another stomp to the leg he worked over earlier before grabbing it and lifting it upward before slamming it against the mat. Drew then drops a knee into the back of the leg behind Miz’s knee and, after impact, remains there as he grabs Miz’s ankle and bends his foot and leg over the side of his own leg.
Miz is in excruciating pain as evidenced by his cries of such and how boldly it’s etched on his face but Drew isn’t letting up. As Gulak has the intensity in his expression of cranking on the hold but also a hint of pride, soon the hands of the, “Game” latch onto his collarbone on each side of his neck as Triple H pulls him straight up and turns him around. Drew throws a punch but Triple H ducks and hoists him up, planting him with a spinebuster onto the bad leg of The Miz!
Miz cries out in agony again as he rolls over and bends his leg upward, holding it in pain. Triple H sees this and pries his fingers away, delivering a few quick punches to the knee before straightening the leg back out and dropping an elbow onto it. Trips gets up and rolls Miz over, giving him no reprieve as he grabs the pained leg and applies an inverted Indian Death Lock!
As Triple H is once again in the driver’s seat, Drew Gulak comes to as he surveys the situation and heads over while Triple H isn’t paying attention and applies the Gu-Lock!
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Look at the entanglement of bodies we have right now!
Corey Graves: Drew has Triple H’s body binded and in the dragon sleeper and Triple H still has the inverted death lock applied! This is crazy!
The madness doesn’t last long as being in the Gu-Lock claims Triple H’s focus so with the torque on the death lock waning, Miz is able to get free as he scoots away from the situation to the ropes as he begins to use them to climb to his feet. As Miz slowly tries to regain his vertical base, Triple H is fading in the clutches of the Television Champion fast as his face is reddening and his eyes, what little he can open them, appear to glaze over.
Miz pulls himself up and is now on his feet but is having trouble putting weight on the bad leg as it buckles but Miz punches it a few times, trying to get the blood flowing properly, as he’s able to straighten it again and begins to limp over to where his opponents are. The referee is surveying the situation closely as Triple H’s efforts to fight out of it are noticeably slowing and movement is becoming more infrequent. Soon Triple H appears to be at the end of his rope as he’s all but faded but as it seems like Drew’s about to pick up the win, Miz makes his way over to them and kicks Gulak in the face as hard as he can.
Gulak lies there busted open as Miz looks at him, then down at Triple H, then back at Drew. Miz begins to limp over towards Gulak but then drops down over top of the, “Game” and hooks the leg as the referee begins his count.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Gulak dives onto Miz to break up the pin as he’s knocked off of Triple H and at Drew’s mercy as the Gentleman begins hammering away at Miz’s head, no doubt looking to return the favor after getting busted open.
Tom Phillips: I can’t believe it! Miz tried to take advantage the same way Kenny Omega took advantage of him at Survivor Series!
Corey Graves: It’s called desperation, Phillips. Miz wants back in that win column at any cost.
Miz manages to block one of the punches raining down on him and connects with a body blow which allows him to roll them both and put himself in control as he’s now the one raining down punches. With each punch connecting, more skin seems to break as more blood from Drew’s wound is appearing on different parts of his face.
Miz headbutts Drew and raises up to his feet, grabbing one of his legs to work over but as he does, he’s spun around and kicked in the gut. Instead of going for the Pedigree, Triple H grabs him by the back of the neck as well as the back of his tights and guides him over to the ropes, dumping him over the top. As Miz hits the floor, Triple H turns and heads over to Gulak who gets to his feet in a daze, now donning the full crimson mask.
As both men charge each other, Trips puts the brakes on unexpectedly and Drew can’t stop as he falls prey to another brutalizing spinebuster. Triple H guides Gulak back to his feet and places his head between his legs, applying the double underhook on his arms. As he goes for the, Pedigree, he notices Miz on the top turnbuckle.
Triple H chuckles, insinuating that Miz isn’t going to do anything as he follows through with the Pedigree! As he connects, Miz takes a leap of faith and connects with a missile dropkick that sends Triple H to the mat. Miz gets up, only able to muster a crouched vertical base as his leg is clearly still giving him trouble and the dropkick couldn’t have helped.
Tom Phillips: All three of these men have shown great wherewithal. Who will be left standing at the end?
Corey Graves: You could still bet on any of these men and it’d be a safe one, but with fatigue setting in and pain reaching insurmountable heights, who knows which bet will end up being the correct one.
Gulak and Triple H both get to their feet, all three men noticeably on their last gasp. Gulak is the first to act as he throws a punch at Miz but Miz catches it. Drew throws a punch with the other hand but Miz catches it as well. As the two struggle in a test of strength-esque situation, Triple H goes for a double axe handle to the back of Miz’s head but Miz seems to sense it coming as he breaks away from the predicament and Drew is the recipient of the attack instead as he gets sent backward through the ropes.
Miz grabs Triple H in a full nelson and goes to sweep the leg but as he does, Trips manages to kick him in the heel area which causes Miz’s leg to buckle as he comes to the mat, one knee and one foot planted. Triple H takes advantage of his positioning and places his head between his legs whilst hooking his arms around his waist. Triple H hoists Miz up and connects with the King’s Justice as the crowd responds with a mixed reaction, Trips following up with the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...
NO!
Just as it appears that Miz is done for, Gulak has re-entered the ring and hooked his arms around Triple H’s waist, pulling him up off of Miz to break up the pin. Drew connects with the Spine Splitter as all three men are now down on the mat looking completely gassed.
Tom Phillips: Tremendous heart and soul continues to come from these three great competitors as this match isn’t over yet!
Corey Graves: Many times it’s looked like we were closing in on the end but none of these men seem to know the meaning of the word relent!
With none of them moving an inch, the referee has no choice but to begin to count them down as he surveys the situation and then displays and calls out the first number.
ONE!
This goes on with each number as the count continues.
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
The bad leg and the fingers of The Miz begin to vibrate.
FIVE!
SIX!
Triple H has his elbows down at his sides trying to push himself up as Gulak rolls onto his stomach and plants his hands face down on the mat.
SEVEN!
Miz sits up and begins to climb to his feet as Triple H is nearly sitting and Gulak has pushed himself upward and is gradually getting his feet in position to climb back up to standing.
EIGHT!
Miz gets to his feet but his legs are wobbly. Triple H is halfway up, also on shaky legs as Gulak climbs to his feet, the first one standing.
NINE!
All three men are back to a vertical base but it doesn’t last long as Triple H takes a few small but quick steps over to Miz and kicks him in the gut, causing him to hunch over as Triple H puts his head between his legs and applies the double underhook to his arms. Before he can follow through, Miz puts his hands on Trips’ thighs as he pushes off of them to remove his head and connects with a throat thrust to the, “Game”.
Triple H fires back with a punch attempt but Miz pulls Gulak in the way and Drew gets rocked instead. Miz backhands the King and bends Drew, throwing him shoulder first into Trips’ abdomen as Trips has the wind knocked out of him and Drew crumples to the mat. Miz grabs Triple H and spikes his head into the mat and is up quickly as he begins laying into Gulak with the “It Kicks”.
Tom Phillips: Well I don’t know where this second wind came from but it came at just the right time for Miz! Look at him go!
Corey Graves: The most must-see offense in the UWF, Phillips!
After lighting into Gulak with a few intense strikes to the body, Miz aims one higher and connects with the side of his head. Triple H now grabs Miz but Miz hoists him up and turns, planting him with a spinebuster! Miz goes to follow up but picking up all of Trips’ weight, even for a brief moment, has affected him as his leg buckles again and he goes downward. Miz is trying desperately to get back up but every time he gets there, his leg can’t hold his own weight and he goes downward again.
Miz looks frustrated with himself as he runs his fingers through his hair in a huff before trying one more time to stand. Once Miz gets there, he lifts the bad leg and stomps with it, then repeats this, and it oddly seems to work as he’s able to stand again without his leg buckling. As he gets ready to go on the offensive, suddenly Gulak latches on to his leg with both arms and legs. Miz tries to fight him off but Triple H is up and goes for a lariat.
The way the move connects and the timing that Drew chooses to let go causes Miz to go backward over the ropes and land awkwardly on the ankle of his bad leg as the crowd, “Oooohs” at the sight. Miz is in the worst pain of his life as in the ring, Triple H clobbers Gulak with a lariat as well and the Television Champion goes over and lands next to Miz.
Triple H steps through the ropes onto the apron and climbs down onto the floor. He looks at both of his opponents before going for a stomp on Miz, who manages to get his leg out of the way. Miz is up on his good one, leaning against the ringside barrier with his arms and back as Triple H goes for a kick to the bad leg but Miz moves and as Triple H hits the barrier, Miz connects with a forceful punch to the abdomen, hooking Trips’ head as he hunches and looks to go for a suplex but the King stops it and instead gets Miz up, dropping him ribs first onto the barrier as Miz falls into the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Things definitely aren’t going the “A-Lister”’s way right now.
Corey Graves: He’s in a world of hurt for sure and with the condition his leg’s in, that may be the last we see of him in this match.
As Triple H turns his attention back to Gulak, the Television Champion is ready to square off. Drew charges but the veteran performer is too cunning and reverses the planned attack into a spinebuster. Triple H grabs Drew by the ankles and drags him over to the ring apron before pulling him to his feet by his wrists and rolling him into the ring.
As Triple H slides in after, Miz is seen limping towards the barricade with a folded chair tucked in his arm pit as he braces it with the other arm and uses it as a crutch of some sort. In the ring, Triple H is paying no mind to this as he’s pulling Drew to his feet. Miz gets to the barricade and leans forward, climbing onto it with the chair still in his grasp as he goes up and over, hitting the floor.
Triple H kicks Drew in the gut, placing his head between his legs as Miz is army crawling along the ground on the outside of the ring. Triple H applies the double underhook to the arms as Miz grabs the ring apron and uses it to pull himself upward as well as forward. As Triple H connects with the Pedigree, Miz is to his feet as he grabs the middle rope and pulls upward.
King Nothing rolls Drew over and covers him as Miz manages to get onto the apron. He and Triple H lock eyes as the referee starts to count the pin.
ONE!
Miz rises from his knees to his feet, holding the ropes so he doesn’t fall off the apron when his legs start wobbling.
TWO!
Miz steps through the ropes to enter the ring and begins limping as quickly as he can over to Triple H and Gulak.
THRE...
Miz goes for an It Kick but his bad leg buckles and he falls to the mat. However, he somehow lands so that as the referee’s hand is coming down for three, he instead connects with Miz’s body as the match continues. Triple H furiously gets up from the cover and grabs Miz by the throat, pulling him to his feet and beginning to shake him violently, throttling him.
Tom Phillips: Well luck was with Miz for a moment there, now it seems to have left.
Corey Graves: The neck of Miz can’t be fully healed from Survivor Series so you know whatever damage he suffered there is just being further aggravated right now!
Soon Miz seems to lose consciousness as Triple H pushes him toward the turnbuckle and goes back to focus on Gulak. As Miz hits the turnbuckle, it seems to perk him up as he staggers out of it towards Triple H, who has his arms above his head and his fists together as he looks to strike down on Drew with another double axe handle. Miz takes advantage of the arm placement and hooks the full nelson, sweeping the leg at last as he connects with the Skull Crushing Finale.
Miz lies there, completely spent, having used the last of the energy in his reserves on that move.
Tom Phillips: How in the world did Miz do that?
Corey Graves: That was admirable for sure but look at Triple H!
When Miz dropped Triple H with the Skull Crushing Finale, it put the, “Game” over top of Drew Gulak as the referee begins to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Triiiiiple...H!
None of the competitors seem to be aware of what’s going on as they’re all lying on the mat exhausted as the referee comes over to help Triple H up and raises his arm.
Tom Phillips: Well it’s an unorthodox way for this one to end but you can’t deny, regardless of the outcome, all three of these men left everything in that ring tonight.
Corey Graves: Absolutely, and I have to think General Manager Stone Cold likes what he saw here and the performances could result in each of them being rewarded famously.
The final shot is of Triple H now holding his arms above his head of his own power as Revolution concludes.
END SHOW
CREDITS
Sweeney/Suzuki, Corbin/Roode- Jye
Rude/Lee- Leedles
Aries/Jericho- Gurt
Edge/Black- Semi
HHH/Miz/Gulak, piecing show together- Dres
OOC: Thank you to everyone who chipped in to make my first Revolution come together. I didn’t intend for it to go up late, but because it was I left entrances out of the matches that didn’t already have one written up so that I could get the show out ASAP. So if it looks a little sloppy or run together, I apologize but I just wanted to get the show up.