Revolution 12/6/18 Edition

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As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves and Tom Phillips are standing by.



Tom Phillips: Hello everyone and welcome to another great edition of Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. A lot on the docket tonight, Phillips. The Television Championship is being defended, the Intercontinental Championship is being defended, and the contendership for the UWF Championship is being decided in the same night that that title’s being defended too!

Tom Phillips: All sure to be certifiably entertaining, Corey, as well as the singles matches we’ve got lined up where Chris Jericho will take on Baron Corbin, Johnny Gargano will face Aleister Black, and Edge will compete against El Desperado who is stepping in for Minoru Suzuki.

Corey Graves: But first we’ll hear from our new General Manager, Stone Cold Steve Austin.

”PSSHH!”



As the sound of the shattering glass is heard and the legendary theme associated with it follows, the capacity crowd is on their feet. Without wasting a moment, the, “Texas Rattlesnake” himself steps through the curtain and makes his way down the ramp, using the steel steps to enter the ring as he heads to the far corner and steps up on it, throwing the Stone Cold Salute up to all in attendance. After repeating this on the remaining corners, Austin gets a microphone from a ringside official and raises it to his mouth as his music fades out to silence.



Stone Cold: Now, ta’ be quite honest with ya, before last week Stone Cold didn’t think he’d ever enter a You Dubya Eff arena ever again, let alone step into a You Dubya Eff ring. For those of you that don’t understand why, allow Stone Cold ta’ give ya a little history lesson. Quite frankly and with no exaggeration whatsoever, the You Dubya Eff was a steaming pile of horse shit when Stone Cold left. At every twist and turn, talented superstar after talented superstar got the rug yanked out from underneath ‘em and politics ran amuck. Why? Because the silly bastards running the operation thought The Great Khali was the greatest thing ta’ ever come down wrestling’s pike and those talented superstars’ opportunities and momentum got gobbled up.



So Stone Cold and his Snake Bite Syndicate, Jake Roberts and DDP, we packed our bags and got the hell outta dodge. The You Dubya Eff had become infected with an inoperable cancer and we weren’t gonna go down with that ship. Fast forward a few years and Stone Cold finds himself flippin’ through the channels and decides ta’ tune in to a program called Revolution. And I’ll be damned, not only was that the finest wrestlin’ Stone Cold had seen in some time, but you coulda’ knocked me over with a feather once I saw the letters You Dubya Eff in the description.



Ethan Carter deserves a lot of damn credit for doing what Stone Cold thought was impossible and savin’ this place. Stone Cold appreciates him turnin’ it in ta’ somethin’ this ol’ Rattlesnake can love and enjoy again and that’s why when that phone call came through and we got ta’ talkin’, Stone Cold took Ethan up on his offer to become the new GM.



Now, it’s real simple how Stone Cold’s gonna run this sumbitch. I’m here ta’ either light a fire under yer ass and motivate ya or put my boots to it ta’ stomp a mudhole in it and walk it dry. It’s up ta’ you which one a’ those I end up havin’ ta’ do. So if yer Larry Sweeney and think no one can stop ya from doin’ whatever whenever ta’ whomever, yer wrong. If yer Baron Corbin and you think you can kiss ass ta’ get ahead, yer wrong.



Stone Cold doesn’t play favorites, and he doesn’t put up with bullshit. As long as you never forget that, you an’ I are gonna get along just fine. Now, with that outta the way, let’s get to some damn wrestlin’!

As Austin exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, Tony Chimel enters it and begins his introductions.



Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring. From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. Chris...Jericho!

Jericho stands there with no emotion or fanfare about him as he only looks at the entrance ramp, seemingly not even noticing that he was introduced.




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: Ladies and gentlemen introducing from Kansas City, Missouri. At 6'8'' and 285 pounds. He is the eyes and ears of the UWF Constable Baron Corbin.

Corbin is mobbing 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. Corbing 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!



With the sounding of the opening bell, it’s time for these two competitors to square off. Jericho is as he was the week prior, no pomp or circumstance about him as he looks emotionlessly across the ring at Corbin who begins rolling up his sleeves and smiling cockily. Once they’re adequately rolled up, Corbin throws the first punch but Chris quickly gets his arms up from his sides to form a blockade with his hands at his chest area as he catches the punch. Chris twists suddenly as Corbin is thrown to his knees, all the while Chris still has him as he cranks the wrist, holding Baron at his mercy as the big man cries out in pain.

Chris still has no emotion on his face but as he continues to crank the wrist, Baron is able to position himself so that he can get up and connect with a throat thrust as Jericho is sent staggering back. Baron goes for a lariat but Jericho sidesteps, connecting with a toe kick to the abdomen. As Baron holds his abdomen, Jericho leaps up and kicks him square in the mouth as the Constable is now the one sent staggering.

Chris dives at the big man’s right leg with a chop block as Baron’s leg buckles and he falls forward to the mat, putting his arms out in front of him to catch himself but as he does, Chris comes off the ropes and leaps with his legs tucked in as he extends them forward and catches Baron in the side of the head with a kick as Baron is knocked over and rolls, now finding himself on his back looking up at the lights.

Jericho runs to the opposite ropes and springs off of them looking for a Lionsault but Corbin gets his knees in the way as Jericho pops up because of them, holding his ribs. Corbin is up quickly as he delivers a punch to Jericho’s ribs, pulling him in and hooking his arms around Chris’ waist as he hoists him up in a gutwrench and holds him at the height of the lift, shaking his opponent as one would with a Torture Rack before dropping Chris with a form of Dominator.

Tom Phillips: What strength on display by the Constable!

Corey Graves: You sound surprised, Phillips. Get with the program! A physical specimen like Corbin can curl guys like Jericho in his sleep!

As Jericho begins pushing himself up from the mat with his arms, Corbin comes raining down on his upper back with a stomp. Corbin rolls Jericho over onto his back with a nudge from his foot as he goes for another stomp but Jericho grabs his foot and flips him onto his back. Jericho, to his feet and still holding Corbin’s foot, falls and slams it against the mat. Corbin sits up crying out in pain as Jericho catches him with a jab to the mouth.

Corbin gets up angrily after receiving it and punches Chris in the temple. This throws off Chris’ equilibrium a bit as he staggers a bit and Baron grabs his wrist, whipping him toward the nearest corner. Jericho lands back first as Corbin charges closely behind and thrusts into him with his hip. As Jericho naturally rocks forward, Baron catches him and straightens him up, connecting with a smack to the chest with the palm of his hand.

Chris looks uncomfortable from this but doesn’t scream as Baron winds back and this time connects with a knife edge chop. Jericho holds his chest and slinks down in the corner a bit as Baron grabs him and straightens him up again. As Corbin goes for another chop, Chris kicks him in the knee and tucks and rolls out of the corner and stands up so that he’s now behind Corbin.

Jericho throws an elbow backward into the shoulder blade of Corbin. As the two men turn to face each other, Jericho connects with a step-up enziguiri to the side of Corbin’s head. As Baron looks out on his feet, Chris scrambles back to a vertical base as he hits a form of Codebreaker to the upper body, monkey flipping Corbin over him shortly after impact is made.

Tom Phillips: And now it’s Jericho’s turn in the driver’s seat!

Corey Graves: It’s not like they wait for the other one to attack, Tom. This isn’t an RPG, this is wrestling.



Corbin gets up holding his ribs as Jericho stays on him, connecting with a shoulder thrust that sends Baron into the corner. Chris follows after and begins lighting into his opponent’s chest with knife edge chops thrown with great ferocity and in close succession to one another. Baron holds his chest where he’s been chopped as Jericho winds back for another but Corbin comes out of the corner with a spinning back fist that takes Jericho off his feet.

Baron grabs Chris and pulls him back to a vertical base as he grabs him and looks for the End of Days but as he straightens up, Jericho maneuvers around and reverses into a Codebreaker! Chris rolls Baron over and makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris...Jericho!

As Jericho has his arm raised, an expression still fails to appear on his face as he pulls his arm away and exits the ring, heading up the ramp as Revolution heads elsewhere.

The guitars blare throughout the arena to signify Aleister Black is nearby. After a while, the fans see him, on the titantron, sitting in front of a black wall. A video of his match with Edge is cast over him and the wall by a projector, showcasing only the things he put Edge through, not vica versa. Chanting can be heard in the background. After a while, Black looks up and opens his eyes to deliver what he has to say.

Aleister: Johnny Gargano, is this the man you're looking for? The one who "wallows in his self-pity?" 



He looks back at the wall, but more specifically at the projection of his match. The camera zooms out.

Aleister: Does this look like self-pity? Because I'll tell you what this looks like to me. This looks like truth. A truth that not you nor the thousands of sheep out there can dare handle, and it's that you are a fraud. You come out here and make it look like you care about them, even though you don't, but then has the gall to say that I have no heart? You make me laugh. Although you might love to think that you've "convinced" me, that you've "exposed" me, or that you've come even close to making a valid point, that couldn't be any further from being the truth.

He looks at the projection behind him yet again, taking more time to reminisce on last week's match, before turning back.

Aleister: I'll do to you what I did to Edge and what I'm going to do to anyone else who questions me or my motivations, and no matter how hard you try, your "heart" will always come up short. I will rip out the rebel heart and I will hold it up for the crowd to watch. You really want me to kick you in the head. Well, Gargano, ask and you shall receive. Just... be careful what you wish for. You might just fade to black.

He stares directly into the camera with intensity, before snapping his fingers and the light from the projection cutting off.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

“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 turnbuckle and removes his jacket, ready for his match.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...


The lights fade to black as the familiar guitar riff of Aleister Black's entrance music breaks the silent suspense of the crowd. Mist begins cascading across the stage as nothing exists to light the stage other than the candles lining it and the light from the titantron.



The drums begin slowly building up to Aleister Black's inevitable entrance. Various shots of the occult; summoning circles and the like, appear on the titantron,
along with Aleister Black sitting cross-legged in the light of a stained glass window. Finally, the drums crescendo to the guitars. Then, Aleister slowly begins rising from the mist.



He stands there for a moment, before calmly walking to the middle of the middle of the stage, staring out
into the crowd blankly.




He then starts walking down to the ring with a purpose, his nameplate appearing on-screen.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Amsterdam, Holland... Aleister... Black!





He pauses for a bit before the ring. He starts surveying his surroundings; the crowd, the ring, and the ringside area. He then takes a turn around the side of the ring opposite hardcam, climbing the stairs and launching himself over the top rope, landing in his signature seated position. He sits there for a couple of seconds, before getting back to his feet and moving to his own corner.

DING DING!

The bell rings and both men walk to the center of the ring looking for a tie-up and they get it, a few seconds of struggle between the two men ensues and finally, Gargano is able to get the upper hand with a headlock! Johnny Wrestling is squeezing on Aleister's noggin but the Amsterdam native has an answer as he places his leg on the knee pit, forcing Gargano down to one knee where he tries to weasel his way out of the lock but Gargano's veteran skills kick in as he notices that and releases the headlock, much to Black's surprise, and immediately flipping him to the mat with a snapmare! Gargano wastes no time as he charges the opposite ropes coming back with a dropkick to the chest which Aleister ducks! he springs into his feet and tries to kick the now seated Gargano but he ducks down also and immediately springs to his feet too!

Corey Graves: Look at this brainless midget, can't think of a reversal by himself so he copies Mr.Black, unbelievable!

Gargano and Black have a staredown for a couple of seconds and they start circling the ring, trying to find weakness in the other's game but they can't find any, finally after hearing some boos from the crowd Johnny decides to go in for the kill and charges Aleister just for his gut to have a meeting with Black's knee! Gargano falls forward, clutching his stomach in pain while Aleister just laughs, it's gonna be easy work for him, Gargano gets up almost immediately and Aleister starts blasting him with shots; chops, low kicks, punches even and elbow strikes, finally he goes to end the Black Out combo with a kick to the head but as Aleister launches the kick Gargano ducks under and, with Aleister's back turned to him, rolls him up with an O'Connor Roll!

Tom Phillips: Johnny is amazing! I don't know many people who could have timed that roll up the way he did it.

Corey Graves: I would have done it better and you know it Phillips so shut up and let the ref count.

1....
2....
NO!

Aleister pushes Gargano away!

Gargano doesn't let up and as Aleister is getting up he rolls towards him and kicks him right in the face with the Listo Kick! the dazed Aleister almost falls down but Gargano holds him just enough time so he could stand on his own and then immediately jumps in the air and connects with an Enziguri to the side of Aleister's head! this time Aleister falls down completely and Gargano takes the chance to show his love to the crowd, he yells and smiles at them, his fans, he then points at Aleister and runs over to his body where he tries to lock in the Garga-No Escape, but is instantly met with knees to the back from Aleister! the devasting knees of the Kickboxing expert make the fan favorite stop with the submission attempt and that gives Aleister the opening he needed to slide out of Gargano's hold, but the newest Revolution member is left seated, trying to recover from the knees, after Aleister gets back to his feet he charges the ropes to connect with both of his knees into seated Gargano's face! he stays in his position and just hooks both legs in a rana pin

1...
2....
thr...

NO!

Gargano kicks out!

Aleister starts walking around the ring while motioning with his hands for Gargano to get up and when he finally does Aleister goes for the kill, he kicks Gargano once in the chest, expecting him to fall down but he's still on his feet, the surprised Black strikes again but Gargano still remains strong, in fact, he shrugs off the pain and slaps his chest yelling at Black to kick him again! the mystic superstar is happy to oblige and starts blasting Gargagno with kicks! the onslaught drives Gargano into the ropes and he's able to stand only because he's holding them, Aleister smirks for a split second before returning to the match where he goes to Irish whip Gargano but he holds onto the rope! Black sees that and instead of wasting time and energy he releases Gargano's hand and moves to his side where he kicks his arm, all in a split second!

Tom Phillips: Maybe Aleister is just too dynamic and fast for Gargano, he has an answer for everything Gargano tries!


Gargano almost springs out of his previous position, holding his arm and screaming in pain while Aleister just watches, in a clear show of desperation Gargano charges Aleister who simply sits down, cross-legged and Gargano stops just before the ropes and takes a second to gather his breath before turning around to see nothing but Black Mass! Aleister hooks one leg and just stares into the hard cam

1....
2...
3!

DING DING DING!

Aleister returns to his cross-legged pose as the fans give a mixed reaction and the show continues








The feed shifts over to a medical office somewhere inside the building, The Miz seen sitting on a bed with one of the UWF’s medical staff members looking over something on the computer. After a few minutes of silence, the trainer turns around to face Miz.

Miz: “Well then, doc...what’s the damage?”

Doctor: “Well, it seems there’s nothing broken-”

Miz: “Thankfully-”

Doctor: “BUT, you really should be taking the night off considering the damage dealt to your leg, back, ribs, and throat that was dealt in that triple threat match.”

Miz almost looks inquisitively at the doctor, as if he is unsure of what the man is saying to him.

Miz: “The night off? Do you realize who I am?”

Doctor: “Look, Mike, you may not like it but this is something that is needed. If you keep pushing your body like this, well, you’ve seen what can happen. Your body is going to collapse on you sooner or later, you need to rest.”

Miz: “No, no no no no NO! I can’t rest, this is the first show where Ethan Carter is finally, FINALLY gone as General Manager, and you want me to take the night off?! I have a chance to show a so-called legend of the business exactly who The Miz is and exactly where he should be on the card, and you want me to take the night off? Are you crazy?!”

Doctor: “Well, I’m not, but it seems you may be.”

Miz looks to the trainer with complete offense as the crowd are buzzing from the random insult thrown at him.

Miz: “I’m crazy?! See, I don’t think you understood, I’m not crazy, I’m just determined. I need to wrestle tonight, I need to prove to Steve Austin that I belong in that main event scene, even if it means having to partake in whatever that Sweet ‘n’ Sour Invitational crap is, it is one more step to me becoming what I should’ve been this entire time: UWF Champion.”

Doctor: “Well, it’s clear you are trying your hardest to rationalize this self-destruction...I’m not sure what I can do about that, since that’s more in the realm of psychology, but I’m telling you now Miz: you need the night off, otherwise you may get so hurt that you won’t compete in...whatever that invitational is that you mentioned.”

At this point, Miz is ready to snap and tries to get off of the medical bed, but his leg nearly gives out from under him. Another doctor rushes in to stop Miz from hurting himself, and gets him back onto the bed.

Miz: “I’m telling you doc, let me wrestle. I don’t care if I destroy myself doing it, I will get my title.”

Finally, the doctor seems to relent, moving over to the cabinets and grabbing a roll of medical tape.

Doctor: “Fine, but for your own sake, put this on please. Even if it only helps a little, you need whatever help that you can get.”

Miz looks over the doc with a slight smile, and takes the tape out of his grasp, shakily standing up off the bed and beginning to walk out.

Miz: “Thank you for finally understanding.”

As Miz makes his way through the door of the medical office, the doctor goes back to the computer, looking over the notes of Miz’s condition one last time before closing it out completely, the scene ending on the computer screen completely fading to black.

Brian Lee is backstage looking pensive with his head down and his hair across his face

Brian: its been one week...one week since I let Rick Rude escape...and i still don't fully know why i did it...but i sensed something that stunned me...Rick you have no idea the the risk you cause...the potential you have for destruction

Brian lifts his head up

Brian: i sense your soul has been linked with a power and you cannot fathom or imagine how bad this is

Brian looks over to TAICHI and Elix

Brian: guys, i know you like to support me during my matches but i need you to do something - you remember what i asked you to do after last weeks show?

Elix: we do big man and its ready - we got them under the ring

TAICHI: 
ブライアン私はあなたのことをよく知っていません。あなたが作ったこの奇才はかなり奇妙です。私はあなたが精神科医に会いに行く必要があると思いますが、はい、あなたが求めたボーリングボールを集めました。

Brian: thank you my friends... know your gonna have to trust me tonight no matter what okay?

Elix and TAICHI: okay

Brian puts his hand out and TAICHI and Elix both put their hands in

All 3: PRIMETIME!

The camera pans out as the 3 prepare to walk to the ring together.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING



The instrumental to, “Pony” by Ginuwine blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.



Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.



Tony Chimel:  From Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds..."Ravishing" Rick Rude!

Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.
Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and aggresively takes the microphone from Tony Chimel.

Rude:  Cut the music!  Cut my music!  Here in just a few minutes, you all are going to bear witness as I finish off this trash that calls himself "Primetime".  I've said my piece about it and I've said more about him than I dare draw breath over.  If this is the best competition that this roster can muster, then I am very disappointed.  I thought after facing The Miz so many times and defeating him that I would earn the right to face even greater talent, but it appears that there aren't that many on this roster, or even in this pathetic company that can compare to "Ravishing" Rick Rude.  So, with all of that being said...what I'd like to have right now...is for all of you fat...out of shape...overweight...pimply, smelly, sweathogs to shut up, sit down, and keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these women what they came here to see and what a true man really looks like...oh, and Brian...
Don't waste any wishes on those Dragon Balls just yet, you made need all you can get to get back from Snake Way after I make a mockery of you in this ring...just Saiyan.  Now, hit my music!

The music plays on as Rude disrobes and swivels his hips.





Tony Chimel: And the opponent...





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

Tony Chimel: From Petersburg, Florida. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds. Brian...Lee!

Lee enters the ring and waits for the bell to ring.

DING DING!

As the opening bell sounds, Rude closes the space between he and Lee quickly as he connects with a punch to the face that sends Lee staggering a bit. Rude stays on him with several punches, backing him into the corner before switching to stomps to the abdomen as Lee gradually slinks down to a seated position. Rude backs away from the corner and gestures towards him like, “This is it?” but as he turns back to face him, Lee clobbers him with a big boot as Rude is turned all the way around by the attack before falling flat on his face.

Lee puts his hands together at the palms and holds them back and to the side as he begins to utter a famous word, dragging out the pronunciation of each syllable to charge the attack. “Kaaaa” “Meeeee”

Tom Phillips: Brian could be closing in on the Intercontinental Championship already!

Corey Graves: This is desperation, that’s what it is!

As Lee gets to, “Meeee”, Rude is back to his feet as he throws a superkick into the face of Lee as he’s sent flying back into the ropes. With Lee coming back off the ropes, Rude scoops him into his arms and turns, planting him hard against the mat before following up by dropping a knee into the abdominal area. Rude drops another knee before stepping over Brian and crouching down as he begins to tee off on his head with multiple punches.

After a satisfactory amount of punches connect, Rude gets to his feet and brings Brian with him, hooking his head with his arm as he lifts him into vertical suplex position. Rude looks to hold him there to make it delayed but Brian gets free and lands on his feet. He throws a big boot attempt Rick’s way but the champion moves and catches Lee’s leg over his shoulder as he sweeps the other leg and plants Brian on the mat, the back of his head hitting with jarring impact.

Rick puts his hands behind his head and sways his hips in a display that suggests he still isn’t taking Brian seriously as Brian sits up. Rude grabs a handful of his hair with one hand and guides him to his feet, cocking back the other hand but as he goes to throw a punch Lee smacks his hand away and then elbows Rick in his other forearm to break the hold on his air.

Brian looks fired up as he connects with a headbutt that dazes Rude. As Rude is dazed, Lee throws a low uppercut to the stomach that makes the champion visibly flinch as he hunches over, Brian bringing him down with a DDT that spikes his head directly into the mat. As Rude remains on his head for a moment, Brian hoists him into Alabama Slam position as he heads towards the nearest turnbuckle before following through with the move, Rick’s head hitting the turnbuckle pad violently.

Tom Phillips: What sickening impact!

Corey Graves: Rude could’ve ended up like Android 16 there with his head separated from his body!

Tom Phillips: You watch?

Corey Graves: Of course I do, that way I don’t sound like a complete idiot when I’m calling Brian Lee’s matches. Meanwhile you probably don’t know Puar from Piccolo!

Lee reaches down and goozles Rude with both hands, lifting him from where he is straight into the air before delivering a chokebomb, Rude’s head and neck hitting the same turnbuckle pad upon impact. Lee pulls a woozy Rude to his feet again, this time by his wrist as he throws him in the opposite direction as you would for an Irish whip, then quickly pulls him back towards him as he connects with a ripcord lariat that turns Rude inside out.

Lee begins stomping the upper back of his opponent before dropping a knee between the shoulder blades. Brian grabs Rude and guides him toward his legs to place his head between them but as the turn occurs, Rick delivers a straight punch to the groin as Lee reacts audibly.

Tom Phillips: Yowza! Right in the Dragonballs!

Corey Graves: If that fruit you just grabbed was hanging any lower, you’d need to apply the five second rule before eating it.

Brian slinks to his knees holding his groin as Rude open hand slaps him across the face as hard as he can, saliva visible as he does. Rick puts his hands behind his head and begins gyrating his hips again. ”Take a look! Cell asks me for tips on perfection!” cockily shouts Rude as the crowd showers him with verbal hatred.

As Rude continues to gyrate, Lee is sick of the disrespect as he thrusts forward and hits Rick right in the abdomen with the top of his head. Rude visibly has the wind knocked out of him as Lee comes off the mat with an uppercut to the jaw as Rude is sent staggering back into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Brian takes him down in surprisingly athletic fashion with a crossbody and then gets to his feet quickly as he touches his palms together and puts his hands back and to the side.

“Kaaaaa”


“Meeeeee”

Corey Graves: He’s going for it!

“Haaaaa”


“Meeeeee”

Tom Phillips: New Intercontinental Champion!

Rude gets up dizzily as Brian cracks a smile, getting ready as Rude turns around. “Haaaaa!” shouts Brian as he thrusts his hands forward, connecting flush with the solar plexus of the champion as he’s sent flying backward across the ring. The crowd cheers frantically as Brian scrambled into the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THR..

NO!

At the last instant, Rude gets his shoulder up as practically the entire arena boos this.

Corey Graves: He kicked out of the Kamehameha Wave!

Tom Phillips: I mean it’s really just an exaggerated palm strike.

Corey Graves: Shut your blaspheming mouth, Phillips! Need I remind you he beat Rude with that move before!

Tom Phillips: Yeah, because he pushed him off the stage with it!

Corey Graves: Who gave you permission to yell back?

Lee looks beside himself as Rude gets to his feet laughing. Rude shakes his head and starts walking towards the ropes nearest the stage, stepping through them and hopping down off the apron as he starts walking up the ramp. Just as he’s thinking he’s going to walk out again, suddenly he stops as he feels himself back into someone. As Rude turns around, he’s face-to-face with none other than General Manager Stone Cold as Austin points down the ramp at the ring.

Tom Phillips: Stone Cold here to enforce some order!

Corey Graves: You never saw someone like Austin in Dragonball Z!

Tom Phillips: What about Vegeta?

Corey Graves: What?

Tom Phillips: You’re not the only one that does prep work, Corey.

After a moment of heated jaw jacking between the champion and the GM, Rude turns his back to Austin and starts making his way towards the ring. As he arrives at the bottom of the ramp, he stops and takes another look at Austin who flips him off. Rude turns back towards the ring and Brian comes through the ropes with a suicide dive! Brian is to his feet quickly as he begins putting the boots to Rude a few times before leading him to his feet.

Once Rude is back on his feet, he pushes Lee to create some distance and charges him but Brian grabs him and uses his own momentum against him to flapjack him into the ring apron. As Rude lay there prone on the ground, Lee puts both hands on the back of his neck and pulls him up, rolling him into the ring and sliding in after.

Tom Phillips: We could be approaching the closing moments here.

Corey Graves: Rude’s certainly taken a lot of damage to the neck and head tonight so you may be correct.

Lee stands Rude up one more time as Rude hits him square in the abdomen with both hands joined at the palms. Brian goes flying backward into the ropes and Rude follows, clotheslining him over them but Lee lands on the apron somehow as he grabs the back of Rude’s head and drops down bringing him throat first across the rope as Rude is launched backward.

Brian steps through the ropes quickly and heads over to Rude as Rick comes off the opposite ropes and hits Brian in the abdominal area with another joined palm strike as this time the big man is taken off his feet.

Tom Phillips: Looks like Rude’s riding this Kamehameha wave now.

Corey Graves: Because it’s an effective maneuver and Rude knows he’s getting in Brian’s head using it. Also, fuck you for that joke.

Brian sits up holding his ribs as he climbs to his feet shakily, breathing hard. Rude looks spent as well as the two men stare each other down. Rick puts his hands behind his head and starts gyrating his hips again as Brian looks at him angrily. Lee charges Rude in his rage but plays into the champion’s hand by doing so as Rick uses Brian’s momentum to put him in position for the Rude Awakening, following through with it soon after.

The crowd boos as Rick goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the Intercontinental Champion. Rick...Rude!

As Rude gets up and poses, suddenly Elix Skipper rushes the ring with a beige sack, running at Rude and swinging it, hitting him in the head and knocking him down with it. Taichi enters the ring now as Elix picks up the bag and turns it upside down to empty the contents as seven yellow orbs fall out onto the mat. As Taichi sits up Rude and guides him to his feet, Elix puts the bag on Rick’s head. Brian gets up now as Elix and Taichi each take a wrist and hold Rude for him.

Tom Phillips: How is this right? They’re supposed to be the good guys!

Corey Graves: Well I can guarantee you one thing, Rude’s going to take them seriously now.

As Brian hesitates, Rude is able to get free from Taichi and Elix’s grasp as he punches Taichi and whips him into Elix, sending both of them into the ropes and through them. As Lee turns him around, Rude hits a thumb to the eye and stomps on his foot, placing his head between his legs. Without much hesitation, Rick picks Brian up and connects with a Spike Piledriver onto the orbs!

The crowd is in shock as Rude gets up and dusts his hands off as he’s handed the Intercontinental Championship and leaves the ring. As Rick makes his way up the ramp with a smile, the camera gets one more shot of the downed Lee before Revolution heads elsewhere.

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 “The Peeple’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 as per usual. He takes a big swig of his coffee before clapping his hands and getting this thing underway.



Christian: Well will ya look at that? Peeps and Peepettes, another week, episode. I gotta say that I’m feeling good after what I’ve been reading on Twitter as of late. This show’s went off with a bang, and the offices think we totally rock!

The camera pans over to his co-host, “The Rated R Superstar” Edge, sitting back in his chair with his feet propped up against the desk.



Edge: Thanks to the prestige I brought, of course.

Christian: I’m still calling your bluff on that roster picture from last week, but nonetheless we’re a hit with the fans. We’ll get right down to business, who’d’a thunk it?

Edge: I thunk no one thunk what the offices were thunking.

Christian: I thunk- I mean- I think we were way off topic last week. Ethan Carter’s hit the curb from the GMship, now it’s ol’ Stone Cold.

Edge: I always did say Carter was drunk with power from time to time. Now Austin literally is, and he’s unapologetic about it.

Christian: He’ll spice things up, that’s for sure. But I was getting all excited for some big “opportunity” from Carter. Ya know, a big match type, maybe tag titles… booking me for once...

Edge: Pff! Get outta town will ya? In other news, I made my debut and totally showed Aleister Black-

Christian: -A very insensitive name, mind you-

Edge: - How I’m not some old fart. I tell ya, people hold onto this age thing like it’s the only thing they can bring up. That or have their little minions run out for them like Suzuki.

Christian: Crazy right? The El Desperado guy didn’t even sing your theme, or show up to my birthday this week!

Edge: What a douche-canoe! Plus he shoulder tapped me, that’s an even bigger canoe! But hey! Happy Birthday! Maybe next time I’ll send you out to get after him.

Christian is cheered up, but than Edge’s earlier comments of “sending a minion out” comes back to his mind.

Christian: Thanks, you warm my heart, ya know that?.

Edge: That’s the point bucko. So sure, I might not’ve won against Aleister, beginner’s luck ya know? But Suzuki’s easy as pie. I know we were talking about my beaver teeth from the 90s, but ye-OUCH, look at these sick puppies.



Christian: Yeesh, they’re all yellow and disorganized.

Edge: Probably from all that crap he’s been spewing about being a “dominant champion”.

Christian: Sick burn, but speaking of crap, we’ve gotta discuss where it comes from.

Edge: Pretty sure we don’t have too… oh! You’re talkin’ the A**hole? Gotta love censors.

Christian: -It’s the number one programming for A**Holes, it’s competition in the podcast game. It’s the one and only-

Christian hits a switch on his desk, revealing a horrific image.



Edge: A**hole Live! Can you believe they have such a vulgar title?

Christian: Gosh, and Kennedy and Swoggle as hosts? They’re so toxic they morphed into one, as pictured. But those stinkers made their return just a few days after our debut, now I’m just waiting for Jericho to shed the edgy silent phase and bring back Talk is Jericho.

Edge: I missed those nicknames of his, ya know? For a lousy wrestler, he had some pretty good nicknames. But who cares? Those shows are wayyyyy too lame for the likes of us. Heck, Jericho’s not even from Cana-

Christian: Hey, dude’s going through a tough time ya know? Depression and all.

Edge: Depression totally isn’t cool, good point, but like I was saying, those shows suuuuuuuuuuck. Unlike those shows, we have a large fanbase from all over the world. Heck, even UWF’s local jobber, former member of Jobber-Gun, current boot licker of Suzuki, El Desperado, called The Peeple's Podcast THE Number 1 Podcast in the company! He went ahead to claim it was the only one around, but that guy can barely speak a lick of English, let alone watch the product to know the lesser competition in the podcast game!

Christian: I gotta say, he might be the sh*ts in the ring, but he’s got a good taste in podcasts. Say, are you even wrestling Suzuki?

Edge: Dunno, either way, I’ll spear the both of ‘em. What about you? What’re you doing?

Christian: What I do best! Watch the shows, apparently!

Edge: Ye-ouch, tough break. Don’t worry, the louder you complain, the easier it’ll be for ol’ Stone Cold to hear ya.

Christian: 2019’s the year of The Peeple, I feel it. We'll get #BookChristian going in a jiffy. Well folks, that’s all the time we have left before we go on to some boring segment or match-

Edge: What if my match is next?

Christian: Pretty sure I just covered that ground, ha! Bazinga!

Edge: Yeesh, don’t let the door hit your ego on the ass.

With that, the camera fades out, and we move on with the show.


Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



Hyper's "Lies" starts to blare through the speakers, as the arena soon begins to descend into jeers for the Switchblade. As soon as the beat kicks in, Jay White slowly emerges from the back. Jay stands there for a moment, an almost empty, cold, look on his face, before he extends his arms outward and makes two Shaka signs with his hands, swiping them across his throat to make a throat slitting gesture with the signs. White then heads down to the ring.



Tony Chimel: “Making his way to the ring, from Auckland, New Zealand, weighing 220 pounds - he is the Switchblade - Jay White!”

Switchblade continues on his way down the ramp with his arms wide open cockily, chiefly for the world to embrace him. The crowd reciprocates by flooding him with more boos. Now at ringside, White pivots right to make his way around the other side of the ring, hopping up on the ringside apron, methodically stepping through the ring ropes to get inside the ring.

White, now inside the ring, heads to his corner and takes off his Switchblade Jacket, handing it off to some ringside worker.




DING DING!

With the bell sounding, both men know the time for talking is officially over as they lock up in the middle of the ring. Gulak pulls Jay into a side headlock but Jay pushes him forward into the ropes. As Drew turns so that he hits back first and comes off the ropes, Jay goes for a standing dropkick but Drew stops his momentum suddenly and Jay is left hitting nothing but air as he falls to the mat but is up quickly.

Jay throws a punch but Drew avoids it as he steps forward and locks his arms around his opponent, launching backward with a belly-to-belly suplex but Jay rolls at the height of the throw and ends up on his feet as he throws a kick backward into the kidney area of the champion. As Drew holds his kidney on one side and leans back a bit, Jay hooks his arm around Drew’s neck and leans him back further, dropping him with a sort of Scorpion Death Drop onto his knee before standing up and flipping forward, landing so that he drops Drew with a form of cutter as Gulak is sent flying back from the impact.

Drew catches himself on the ropes as White charges him looking for his next attack but Drew moves out of the way and Jay goes flying over the ropes. As Gulak turns around, he sees that Jay has managed to grab the top rope and is looking to skin the cat but as he’s bringing himself upward, Drew dashes over and leaps up, catching him with a beautiful dropkick that causes him to crash and burn on the outside.

Tom Phillips: Oh my! What distance!

Corey Graves: Gulak just launched the, “Switchblade” like his legs were a Home Run Bat!

As Jay is getting to his feet trying to regain his bearings, Gulak exits the ring and throws a punch but in an unorthodox move, White swings his leg up and around to kick it away as he plants the foot on the ground and throws a knee with the other leg, going for the abdomen but Drew catches him on both sides of the knee and flips him backward.

Jay backflips and lands on his feet as he goes low and kicks Drew in the side of the foot, then throws a kick into the side of his knee, then goes for his side but Drew grabs his leg and swings around, looking to slam Jay into the ring apron but White grabs the bottom rope with both hands, kicking Drew away with his free leg as he pulls himself up onto the apron and then leaps off of it going for a cross body.

Gulak catches Jay and holds him horizontally as he throws him onto his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop but as he falls back, White rolls free and finds himself perched on the ringside barricade. As Drew hits the floor, Jay goes for a senton but Gulak rolls out of the way and it’s the, “Switchblade” that hits the floor this time. As he pops up after impact, Drew comes up behind him quickly and hooks his arms around his waist, connecting with a belly-to-back suplex backbreaker.

Tom Phillips: Spine Splitter!

Corey Graves: Quite a sequence they had before that but Drew got the better of it with that brutal move.

Drew grabs Jay’s wrists and starts dragging him across the floor. As he does, Jay brings his legs up and over like when he was skinning the cat earlier and goes to kick Drew in the pecs but Gulak grabs his ankles and pins them to the ground, dropping a knee into Jay’s face before releasing his ankles as Jay’s legs fall straight.

Once Jay is lying straight again, Drew drops another knee towards his face but Jay rolls out of the way and then rolls backward, his legs going over his head as he lands on his feet and stands straight up, bringing one leg back and kicking Drew forcefully in the spine. As Drew cries out in pain, Jay leans down and locks his arms around his head, pulling him to his feet before delivering a clubbing blow to the back of his neck and throwing him backward into the ringside barricade.

The pain is written all over Drew’s face as he holds his back with one hand, stepping away from the barricade. Jay slips behind him to follow up somehow but as he does, Drew throws the elbow of his free arm backward and hits him in the gut. As Jay hunches, Drew turns to face him as he guides him toward the ring and rolls him into it before sliding in after.

As Jay sits up, Drew is behind him waiting for him as he slips his hands under Jay’s arms and lets his hands meet at the back of his neck. With the full nelson applied, Drew pulls Jay upward with one swift motion, bringing him skyward as high as he can lift him before bringing him down, both of them landing in a seated position, Drew in a split-legged one.

Tom Phillips: What raw power from the Television Champion!

Corey Graves: And that landing couldn’t have felt good on the back of Jay White after taking that Spine Splitter.

As Drew returns to a vertical base, White is pushing himself off the mat with his arms. Gulak goes over to him and hooks his arms around Jay’s waist but White grabs his wrists and pries his arms apart, managing to leap up and crush Drew’s hands beneath his feet on the way down. As Drew is shaking his hands, Jay slips behind him and applies a half nelson choke before launching into a suplex into the turnbuckle.

White kips up and grabs Drew by the ankles, dragging him away from the corner before going for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Gulak manages to kick out, much to Jay’s frustration as the, “Switchblade” gets to his feet and goes for a superkick but Drew, almost like he has a sixth sense, manages to barely avoid it as he turns so that he’s behind Jay and runs over, applying his patented submission hold.

Corey Graves: Running Gu-Lock! Running Gu-Lock!

Tom Phillips: Drew’s looking to close up the, “Switchblade” here!

As Drew has Jay right where he wants him, suddenly the referee is struck in the head by something as he falls to the mat. As he appears out of it, Veda Scott enters the ring and picks up the object, a high heel shoe, as she puts it back on her foot and then kicks Drew in the head with it, breaking up the hold.

Tom Phillips: Oh, come on!

Gulak is seen bleeding from where he was kicked as Jay is now standing over him as he hooks his arm in a half nelson and pulls him back to his feet, beginning to choke him. This time he lets Drew suffer in the choke when suddenly...

DING DING DING!

Corey Graves: Is it over?

At ringside is General Manager Stone Cold with the hammer used for the ring bell. He lets it fall to the ground as he mouths something to Tony Chimel.

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification and STILL your Television Champion. Drew...Gulak!

Jay and Veda look furious but exit the ring once Austin enters it. As they back up the ramp, Stone Cold helps Drew up and hands him his Television Championship as Revolution heads elsewhere.




Maryse: “Mike, honey, are you sure about this?”

The scene opens on the private locker room of The Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History, where he is alongside his lovely wife, Maryse. The man in question is busy training, trying to work through the pain shooting through his leg and ribs, currently working on said leg by performing knee raises.

Miz: “As sure as I’ll ever be, tonight's the night, it has to be.”

Maryse: “But what if it isn’t, Mike? What if you lose tonight? Then you’ll have just put your body through living hell for nothing.”

Miz: “Lose tonight? Me? Hah, as if, Maryse. I’m fine, I’m 100%-no, actually, I’m at 110%. There’s nothing wrong with me, I am in my peak, and-”

Maryse: “Stop kidding yourself, Mike, please. Look at me.”

Miz stops his workout, letting his body properly deal with the pain he is putting himself through as he stands there, tired.

Maryse: “I know that this championship means a lot to you, Mike, but if it comes at the cost of your body giving up on you, then what good is it?”

Miz: “It isn’t all about the title, though. It’s about proving a point. It’s about proving Triple H wrong, it’s about wiping the smile off of Larry Sweeney’s face, it’s about-”

Maryse: “You. It always has been, Mike. Your entire career, it’s been about you. And I am not saying that it is a bad thing, but there has to come a time where you realize that people are worried about you.”

Maryse looks to Miz with concern as he seems disinterested in what she is saying.

Maryse: “If you want to go out there and compete, then I won’t stop you. The doctors gave you the okay, so be it. But please, Mike, before you go and drive your body to cracking under the pressure you’re putting on it-”

At this point, Miz has completely faded out of what Maryse is saying, finally stopping her there.

Miz: “Why is everyone so scared about my body falling apart? Maryse, you’ve been with me for how many years? You should know by now that my body is capable of handling anything I put it through, and that isn’t changing anytime soon.”

Maryse: “You don’t know that, Mike-”

Miz: “Yes I do, Maryse. I’m confident in my abilities, and I’m sure that I’ll be able to make it through all of tonight even with wrestling two matches. I’ll be fine.”

Maryse: “Well...if you’re sure about it, but please Mike, just...think of Monroe Sky, don’t push yourself too hard if not for me, or for anyone else worrying about you, then for her. I’m sure she wants her daddy to be able to run around with her, be able to play with her instead of having a father who...who’s confined to a wheelchair.”

That last line sets Miz off, and right as he is about to begin a rant on Maryse, he instead swallows his pride somewhat, and goes back to exercising, continuing the reps of knee raises. Maryse takes the cue, and walks away, Miz continuing to train for the match. After a few more sets, he stops for a second, trying to shake feeling into his leg, before then sitting down on a chair.



He stares at the wall, looking at an image of him holding the Intercontinental Championship, specifically from when he had won the title at Wrestlemania this past April. He holds his hand out towards the image, almost as if longing for those days again, but then retracts it back into his chest.

Miz: “I’ll be back on top soon...there’s no other alternative. I have to do this tonight...just remember this, Mike, the world’s watching, always…”

After letting a few minutes pass in silence, Miz stands up and takes the roll of athletic tape, beginning to wrap it around his leg, wincing in pain with each go around, until he figures that he’s put enough on. Cutting the tape off, he begins wrapping his ribs next, slow and methodical with the action he goes around the waist 10 times before cutting the tape off again, only being left with a small section of the initial roll left. He places it into a locker carefully, in exchange grabbing a pair of his trademark shades alongside his trenchcoat before closing the door. He puts on his gear, and walks out of the locker room, the camera feed fading to black as the door calmly swings closed…

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...






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, his bad leg and ribs taped up, 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.

DING DING!



Triple H and Miz circle the each other looking for an opening, Miz turns his hurt ribs and leg away from his opponent, Both men move towards each other locking up, Miz is brought to his knees as HHH put's pressure on his ribs, He looks down to the Miz as he sends down a few fist to the face of his opponent. Triple H helps Miz to his feet before whipping him into the ropes, On the rebound Triple H jumps for an early knee Miz moves out of the way before quickly planting an elbow to the jaw of the game as he turns around. Miz and HHH beginning trading blows, A blow to the rib cage stops the attack from Miz right in it's tracks, Triple H quickly grabs around the waist of the Miz before lifting him up and turning away from the ropes planting him with a spine buster, Triple H hooks the bad leg of the Miz...

Tom Phillips Miz if he was to win tonight is going into this match with an injury, Imagine if he somehow overcame the veteran Triple H

Corey Graves Triple H is hard to beat on most nights, Miz is in trouble from the spinebuster. . .

...One!

...Two!

Miz kicks out as the pain from doing so is evident on his face.

Triple H pushes up from the ground, Miz rolls over to his stomach as he feels his ribs, Miz attempts to get to his feet, He is pulled to his feet by his arms, Triple H whips Miz into the ropes as he rebounds he is hit with a jumping knee. Miz falls back into the ropes Triple H pushes him against the ropes before sending him across the ring hitting him with a lariat knocking Miz to the canvas. Triple H stops for a moment to bask in the crowd cheers for the match. Triple H bends down to pick up Miz again, Triple H is rolled up into a school boy pin. Triple H kicks out before the referee can get in position, Triple H beats Miz to his feet as he slowly follows him. Triple H hits Miz with a punch which causes him to turn away from the punch, Triple H gabs the back of Miz lifting him up for a saito suplex, Miz flips out of it as he lands his leg buckles, Miz is able to stay on his feet as Triple H turns away Miz kicks out the legs Triple H, He falls to his knees, Miz falls back he spikes HHH's head into the canvas . . .

Miz gets to his feet slowly following this holding his rib cage before getting to his feet, He looks down to see Triple H on the ground stirring, Miz sends down a few stomps to the back of the head, He keeps hitting hard with the boots, Miz stops this as he bends over to lift HHH to his feet yet again, In one motion he whips him into the ropes, Miz runs towards the opposite side of the ring he rebounds jumping up sending up his knee which hits HHH right on the jaw sending him crashing into the canvas, Miz lands awkwardly on his back, He quickly grabs at his sides which are taped in agony. . .

Corey Graves Miz taking damage to the back, Triple H looking on at the wounded animal. . .

Triple H begins to stir as Miz makes his way to his feet, He looks down at Triple H who begins to sit up. Miz runs to the ropes quickly as he hits back to the middle of the ring he sends down a big boot to HHH who just sat up, HHH's head crashes into the canvas as Miz looks pleased with himself as he leads HHH to his feet, Miz quickly get's him in an inverted face lock bringing the head of his opponent onto his knee before twisting around and falling back slamming HHH into the canvas with power, Miz covers Triple H hooking both legs. . .

. . .One!

. . ..Two!

Triple H kicks out!

Tom Phillips Right on the steel steps, Miz slamming Triple H into the steps with force. . .

Miz looks shocked that HHH kicked out. . .

Miz gets to his feet looking down at HHH stirring, Triple H rolls over to his stomach as he begins to push himself to his feet, Miz bends down lifting up Triple H by his arms to his feet, Miz hooks the arms of his opponent while placing his head between his groin, Miz looks to the crowd who rain down the boos, Triple H lifts up Miz with his head sending his opponent over the ropes, Miz lands back into the ring apron, Miz falls to the ground in agony. . .

Miz attempts to stand but is forced to hold onto his ribs. Triple H looks down at Miz like a wounded prey, Miz moves towards the corner as he leans against the steel steps, Triple H rolls out of the ring as he makes his way towards his prey. Miz attempts to move out of the way but is caught in the grasp of the game, Triple H places the head of Miz between his groin as he hooks the arms, Miz flips Triple H over him right onto the steel steps using his head, Triple H crashes hard into the steel steps as the sound is heard throughout the arena, Miz falls to his knees in pain while holding his ribs. . .

. . .One

. . .Two

. . .Three

Miz crawls into the ring weekly where he just sits up and waits for the count out victory, Triple H is yet to move from his position on the steps. . .

. . .Four

. . .Five

. . .Six

. . Sev

Triple H rolls in the ring to continue the match Miz who has had a few seconds to rethink his game plan waits for the game to make his way to his feet, Miz staying behind the man attempts to hook the arms for the Finale, Triple H turns around from it hitting Miz on the jaw with a jab. Triple H hits another jab to the chin of Miz who steps back from it, Miz winds up a punch before hitting Triple H back, The two men begin trading blows in the middle of the ring, HHH the veteran brawler takes the advantage. . . Triple H whips Miz into the ropes who on the rebound attempts a lariat, Triple H ducks the attempt turning around as he rebounds a second time, Lifting him up and planting him with a spinning spine buster yet again. . . Triple H hooks both legs for the cover. . .

. . .One!

. . .Two!

Miz kicks out at a solid two!

200- Triple H pushes up off Miz, He bends down before grabbing onto the head of The Miz, Triple H swings him into the ropes, Miz sends out his arm for a lariat, Triple H is sent crashing to the ground. Triple H pops up to his feet with speed, Miz sends a boot to the legs of HHH forcing him to his knees. Miz sends a kick to the chest of HHH, Miz sends another kick to the chest as he steps back before sending a kick to the temple of HHH. Miz lifts up to his feet before Miz lifts HHH to his shoulders before planting him with spin out power bomb, Miz hooks the leg of Triple H. . .

. . .One!

. . .Two!

Tom Phillips Can Miz do it? Can he beat Triple H. . .

Miz looks down at Triple H who is on his knees, Miz sends down boots to HHH, He moves away from the game as he takes a step back to taunt to the crowd as he makes his way towards HHH again. HHH hits Miz right on the chin, Miz quickly turns around HHH, Miz hooks both arms of Triple H sweeping his leg for the Skull Crushing Finale, Miz plants HHH into the canvas with the finisher. Miz hooks the leg of Triple H. . .

. . .One!

. . .Two!

. . .Thr

TrIple H kicks out at 2.99! Miz looks to the crowd in shock of HHH kicking out, Miz lift him to his feet before hooking both arms for another Skull Crushing Finale, Triple H sends him into the ropes, As Miz rebounds Triple H runs to the other ropes, Both men throw out their arms for a lariat, They both connect on each other, Both men crash to the canvas off the double lariat. . .

Tom Phillips Both men are down! Here comes Kyle O'Rieley Sweeney sending down help to make sure he has the edge IN tonight's main event. . .

Triple H is using the ropes to stand to his feet as the crowds look towards the stage, Kyle O'Rieley comes running down to the ring, Triple H and Miz leaned against the ropes look at each other with a nod, Triple H hits a knee to the chin of Kyle. O'Rieley pops to his feet as Triple H sends a boot to the abdomen of Kyle placing his head between his legs, Triple H goes hooks the both arms he goes to jump for the pedigree, Triple H plants his head into the canvas with the Pedigree. . .

Corey Graves Triple H taking out O'Rieley with the pedigree...

Triple H gets to one knee as he begins to stand his right leg gives out, Triple H grabs onto the quad as he holds his quad, Miz comes from behind grabbing the head of HHH sending him out of the ring Miz lifts up the lifeless body of Kyle hooking both arms for the Skull Crushing Finale. Miz plants Kyle into the ring as security come out to the ring. Kyle is helped out of the arena as Miz looks on holding his rib cage. . .

Tom Phillips Miz taking the opportunity to get O'Rieley out of the match. . .

Miz is blindsided by Triple H with a forearm to the back of the head, He goes to the ground holding his head as HHH lifts him to his feet straight up into his groin, Triple H jumps around a little on one leg as he hooks both arms, Triple H goes to jump for a pedigree one leg jumps while the other falls doesn't extend for the jump, Triple H plants Miz with the pedigree which he doesn't get all of it. Hunter turns over the Miz as he hooks the bad leg of the Miz. . .

. . .One!

. . .Two!

. . .Three!

Miz barely gets his shoulder up at 2.9! the referee fails to see it. The referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Corey Graves Miz kicked out this is bullshit.... Triple H is your winner and is going to face Sweeney tonight for the title...






Triple H celebrates his victory as Revolution heads elsewhere.

Revolution so far has been amazing but we take a break from that as Renee Young appears on the titantron



Renee Young: Hello UWF universe! this is Renee Young as always here to bring you another interview just this time, it's a special interview, I got not one but two guests phoning in from their respective homes! my first guest from his home in Yokohama Japan, the UFC champion and UWF superstar Minoru Suzuki!

The image splits into two as Renee's frame shrinks to give place to Minoru Suzuki sitting on a chair in his house, wearing his signature hat, Suzuki doesn't move at all and just stares into the camera and into the viewer's soul



Renee: And my second guest, phoning in from his Lion's den gym, Suzuki's UFC challenger and the world's most dangerous man, Ken Shamrock!

The image now turns into triplets as Shamrock's face also appears and he immediately starts talking



Ken Shamrock: Hello Renee, I'm very happy to be here, my last time in UWF didn't exactly end well...

Renee: You're right, for the unaware Ken's last time here in UWF was when he coached Dolph Ziggler before his submission match with Kurt Angle for the UWF championship, Dolph, of course, went on to win that match but Kurt viciously attacked Ken, injuring him in the process, we'll get to Ken later as first I want to ask Suzuki a question, Minoru, you didn't show up this week for your match with Edge and instead sent El Desperado in your place, can you give me a reason why?

Suzuki chuckles

Minoru Suzuki: Desperado already told you, I'm not going to waste my time saying that again

Renee YoungL: Oh, oh, ok so let's go back to Ke...

She is suddenly cut off by Suzuki

Suzuki: But since it is your time I'm wasting, I'll be glad to answer, I destroyed the very best this company had to offer, put Rick Rude to sleep, knocked Drew Gulak unconscious for ten seconds and made the great Larry Sweeney pass out in a sleeper, this company had nothing else to give me so I decided to take my talents somewhere else that actually gave me competition, and thanks to Ken over here I have just that.

I totally agree with you, fuck Sweeney, and talking about that competition you just mentioned, Ken, what made you answer the call Dana White gave you and take the fight with Suzuki? a man that every other fighter didn't want any part of.

Suzuki laughs in the background as Ken starts talking

Shamrock: You know it was a lot of things, it was me wanting revenge, Suzuki beat me in our last fights, it was me wanting to prove that I can still hang and beat the best, which I can, and it was also about me wanting to be on UWF television again, I missed it here, but most importantly...

It is now Ken's turn to get cut off by Suzuki as the UFC champion starts bursting out in laughter, the world's most dangerous man stops until Suzuki calms down

As I was saying... the most important thing for me is to prove that this walking bullshit talker ain't SHIT! HE IS A FAKE CHAMPION THAT CAME INTO MY SPORT FROM SOME FAKE ASS SPORT AND GOT ONE LUCKY SUBMISSION OVER ONE BLACK PIECE OF SHIT AND HE NOW THINKS HE'S THE BEST THE SPORT HAS TO OFFER! I'M GONNA PROVE HE'S NOTHING! I WILL KILL HIM TILL HE'S DEAD!!

With that Ken storms off the frame and we're left with just Suzuki and Renee, Suzuki chuckling a little bit

Oh, Dana better gives me someone good next time...

Suzuki also leaves the frame leaving only the very confused Renee

Ok so.. yeah.. at least I got an answer from Suzuki! back to you Graves and Phillips

And the titantron fades to black

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 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 pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him



Tony Chimel: From Nagaoka, Niigata, Japan. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds. El Desperado!

Despy makes his way to the continues boos of the crowd but he again doesn't seem to care, in fact he loves it, he gets to the foot of the ramp where he puts his guitar on his back and climbs onto the apron where he does a split, the show of flexibility got a few claps from the crowd but nothing more, he goes over to his corner where he puts his guitar on the ground and takes off his shirt as he's waiting for the bell to ring


DING DING!

The two edge closer and closer together before meeting up in the middle for a collar and elbow tie up. They fasten tight in together and try to gain advantage on each other. Desperado then gains a wrist lock and tightens by swaying to the side.

He then transforms it into a hammerlock to keep the hold on Edge even tighter, as Desperado does this however, Edge slides backwards through his legs and trips Desperado up on the way down.

Edge slides up the body of Desperado and then locks a grounded headlock in tight on him, wrenching backwards to gain more leverage with every wrench. Desperado then rolls Edge over, but this doesn’t loosen his grasp in the slightest and keeps the headlock tight in.

Tom Phillips: “As the heavier man in this match, it’s a fantastic idea for Edge to slow down the pace of El Desperado and keep this contest beating at the pace of his drum.”

Once more Desperado rolls over, seemingly aiming for the ropes, but as Edge sees that Desperado is about to force a rope break, he slides his legs and arms through and tips him over with a crucifix style pin attempt.

One…

Desperado quickly kicks out at one to the quick pin attempt from Edge to catch him off guard. Edge and Desperado both gain their footing and almost immediately, Edge whips Desperado to the corner.

Edge runs straight over to the corner who doesn’t connect with Desperado, as he jumps upwards and avoids Edge running right at him, Desperado, now facing Edge sweeps his legs leaving him sitting in the corner.

Corey Graves: “It can only go bad from this point on surely?!”

Desperado takes a few steps back and flips and crashes down onto Edge with a huge Cannonball. He drags him out and lays fists onto him in a Thez Press style. One-Two-Three-Four… Desperado rolls over and stands.

Tom Phillips: “Damn, Desperado is showing some key aggression early on in this match, do you reckon that Edge can actually recover from this?”

Desperado lacklusterly kicks away at Edge’s head a couple of times and then just walks to the corner, where he sits down and waits for Edge to get back up to his feet. As Edge does this, Desperado heads over to Edge and as soon as Edge is about to be turned around…

Edge punches him right in the jaw, startling him and sending him crashing down to the mat to recover. Desperado heads out to the outside clutching onto his jaw.

Edge heads outside, not choosing to do a suicide dive on him, and grabs Desperado by the back of his head. He then leads him over to the steel steps where he leads him back, then runs up throwing him into the steps.

Without too much time to recover, Edge swings Desperado back into the ring and slides back in. He gets back up sluggishly and charges Desperado up to his feet by mocking him. Edge sees that Desperado has gained to his knees and swings him under his legs.

Edge then swings him up and slams him back down with a powerbomb, smashing Desperado back down to the mat. Edge covers by brushing his forearm over his face and the referee counts.

One…

T-

Edge lifts up the head of Desperado and then the referee stops counting. Edge then drags Desperado back up to his feet and then slaps his face, brushing it like a paintbrush motion. Desperado wakes up and boots Edge in the midsection.

He then uppercuts Edge, and sends him backing out into the corner. Desperado runs up and dives onto Edge in the corner clotheslining him. Edge crashes down to his knees and then Desperado drags Edge crashing backwards to the mat and his head rattling off with the Edge O-Matic.

Tom Phillips: “A low move to choose to use the opponents move, only time will tell if that did more mental or physical damage.”

One…

Two…

Edge kicks out at two from his signature and immediately rolls away from Desperado. Desperado goes for Edge by reaching down but Edge kicks him away quickly with his foot. With Desperado stunned away from the kick, Edge uses the ropes to get back to his feet.

Desperado then runs towards Edge and gets swung at but Edge misses as Desperado ducks, he then pulls Edge away and throws him from the middle rope. Desperado then bounces off the parallel rope and dives through the same middle rope with a Somersault Suicida!

Tom Phillips: “What a move from El Desperado!”

Edge falls down and Desperado ignores the crowd. Seemingly wanting to finish him off from this, Desperado rolls Edge back into the ring where he covers him for a fall once more.

One…

Tw-

Edge kicks out confidently just before two and quickly regains his footing with Desperado. Edge irish whips Desperado at the ropes and then drops him back down with a spinning wheel kick.

Edge charges him up once more and then drops Desperado down with a dropkick, then Desperado gets up from this combination and goes to the corner. Edge then flies into the corner and smashes Desperado with a clothesline.

He keeps Desperado up and then drops him down with a bulldog smashing him down to the mat and making him land face first down to the mat. Edge then rolls Desperado over for the cover.

One…

Two…

Corey Graves: “Desperado gets his foot on the ropes just in time, I thought he was a goner there.”

Edge looks confused about how Desperado managed to get his foot on the ropes and then slaps his hand down on the mat. Edge gets up and then brings Desperado back up with him dragging him by the top of his mask.

Edge then throws a punch, startling Desperado back, and another punch startling Desperado back even more. Desperado then meets his back with the ropes and Edge irish whips him to the other side.

Desperado then slides onto Edge in a wheelbarrow position, and Edge holds on, dragging him to the corner and then drops him face down on the turnbuckle causing Wheelbarrow Snake Eyes sending Desperado into a wheezy state.

Tom Phillips: “What a innovative move from Edge, it’s not often we see stuff like that performed in the UWF ring.”

Corey Graves: “What do you mean Tom?! We see stuff like this all the time, I mean we have two brands for god's sake.”

Edge then runs at the ropes and jumps up with Desperado and slams him down with a massive jumping tornado DDT slamming Desperado down to the mat. Edge then gets himself up quickly, leaving Desperado laying face down on the mat.

Edge rolls Desperado over and sits him up. Edge then backs up behind Desperado and hits a rolling neck snap on Desperado, sending him snapping back to the mat. Edge then heads to the corner with cruel intentions only on his mind.

He charges Desperado up swishing his hair back in an angelic motion and runs at Desperado and cuts him in half with a Spear rattling Desperado down to the mat!

Corey Graves: “Call it a wrap, it’s over guys.”

One…

Two…

Three!

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, Edge!”

Edge then celebrates in the ring holding his hand high with the slightest assistance from the referee and then heads to the second rope where he celebrates with his fans, with the victory over the friend of Minoru Suzuki. UWF Revolution heads on.


The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a feed from backstage. All the crowd sees is Larry Sweeney standing alone in a room. Nothing special. No gimmicks. Oldschool. The man with the 12 Gauge Mouth looks straight on ahead down into the camera to speak his piece.


Sweeney: I am... everything a Champion should be.


I walk the walk. I talk the talk. I dress for the part. I got a pretty smile, a perfect hair cut, and nobody has ever legitimately beat me. I tear down old records and build fancy new ones in the vacant lots. High rises, mama. High rises. I've won three - count 'em - three championships and I hold them all at the same time. Never been done before in the UWF. I shake hands. I go out to the best restaurants and bars, the biggest events and the press can't help themselves but to swarm me. I'm a public figure. An icon. And when the bell rings, I'm unstoppable. This isn't once-in-a-lifetime kinda stuff pal, this is something else entirely. Nobody's even seen anything like me before. Pro-wrestling was one thing, I showed up, and now it's something else. I'm the straw that stirs the drink. I'm money. The sure thing. Forget your Mayweathers and McGregors, when I defend a championship, it's a event. It's a spectacle. It's a moment in history.


Even when you know exactly how it's going to go.


He takes a step toward the camera, a frenzy brewing up behind his eyes.





You would have an easier time selling a glass of water to a man drowning in the ocean then selling either Triple H or The Miz as a legitimate contender to the Undisputed UWF Championship. I don't give a good gosh damn which of them wins their little exhibition contest tonight. I truly, truuuuuuly do not. That's like winning your local 10 mile charity jog by beating a buncha small time schmucks and thinking you're ready to race in the Olympics. Hell, that doesn't even do the difference justice. Like I said before, the difference ain't degree, kids. It's category. The game ain't fair. I'm just on another level.


Go on ahead and bury his shady past, buy his ugly t-shirts and cheer your faces off for Triple H. Waste the breath. Waste the money. Waste the time. Whatever suits ya! There's life, death, taxes, and Sweeney beating Helmsley. He couldn't beat me one-on-one, he couldn't beat me when all he had to do was pin that washed-up hack Chris Jericho before I could, so how is he possibly going to beat me when he's gonna be gassed and beat up coming off a match earlier in the night? Huh? A sucker's born every minute, but I promise you there isn't a bookie in Vegas who'd take a bet against me tonight. They'd laugh in your face, remind you it's the holiday season and tell ya to go waste your money on some crappy gifts in a department store instead.


And that's assuming Triple H can beat The Miz - something he only pulled off last week cause that greasy little dweeb was dumb enough to hand him the match on a silver platter! Aye carumba! These are the guys Stone Cold Steve Austin thinks should be fighting for the title. Can you believe it? That scene last week was like somethin' outta the three stooges! Comical! But kinda sad, too, ain't it? That whole debacle aside, let's not pretend that the guy that embarrassed Revolution at Survivor Series - the same guy that lost his Intercontinental Championship and his wife to Rick Rude - the same guy that's lost every world championship match that he has ever competed in since he got here - has a snowball's chance in hell of pulling off the win of a lifetime. It just can't happen. It's statistically impossible.


He shrugs non-chalantly.


I take my job as the face of this brand seriously, and I would love to tell you that your hard-earned cash spent on this show's ticket was worth it... but I cannot, in good conscience, tell that lie. If you came out or tuned in expecting a competitive prize fight, you are one hundred percent guaranteed not getting anything of the sort. Not even close. I'm sorry. If somebody told ya it was gonna be otherwise, you oughta sue that lyin' son of a bitch and get your money back. But if all you want is to see Larry Sweeney work his magic, or if you're interested in watching a massacre broadcast on live television, or if you just want to see the inane concept of two bums as contenders come to a conclusive finale... then welcome to the show! Hahaha! All that, yeah, now THAT I can deliver in spades!


And after this - no more Triple H. No more Miz. It's insulting that I have to waste my time answering questions like "well maybe this time one of those proven losers will win the belt". No. I'm done. I'm done with second chances. I never needed one. Move over and make room. Or better yet, give me some time off while your find someone who can actually put up a fight. I've got better things to do then crush cans. That's what Silver Medal Rick Rude is for. I'm a Special Occasion, wasted on lesser men but hell, what can I say? I always show up for work. Sweet n Sour Inc. is nothing if not professional. Now watch and see how a real pro gets it done.


Sweeney winks at the camera and walks away. Revolution continues elsewhere.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...







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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

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.




DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Sweeney delivers a kick to Triple H’s bad leg as he immediately favors it and begins to slink towards the mat as Larry connects with a lariat that takes him the rest of the way down. Sweeney grabs the ankle of his opponent and starts stomping the inner thigh a few times before slamming the leg against the mat. As Trips sits up crying out in pain from this, Sweeney pokes him in the eyes with his pointer and middle finger and stomps on his ankle before diving on him with a short arm clothesline.

Larry is up quickly as he begins to circle Triple H, abusing his body with the Sweeney Stomp. After one revolution is made around Trips’ body, Larry delivers a knee drop to the ankle of his bad leg as Trips sits up crying out in pain again. Sweeney leads Triple H to his feet and looks to end this quickly with the ’68 Comeback Special but Trips slips out of Larry’s clutches and slugs him with a hard punch.

Sweeney, insulted and angered by this, runs at Triple H who hip tosses him as Larry lands in a seated position and is up quickly. The champion charges again as Trips leaps at him, connecting with a knee to the face using his good leg as Larry’s taken off his feet. Triple H struggles with maintaining a vertical base as his legs wobble a bit but he manages to steady himself as Sweeney gets up again, taking a three point stance before charging once more as this time, Triple H catches him with a Facebreaker knee smash.

As Sweeney is launched by the impact and turns, Triple H turns him so that they’re facing each other and hoists him up, dropping him groin first onto his knee. As Trips steps to the side, he throws Sweeney into the ropes. As the champ comes back, Triple H goes for a spinebuster but his bad leg gives out as he’s on the way up and Sweeney takes control of the situation as he DDT’s him.

Tom Phillips: Well you’ve gotta respect the heart of Triple H but I don’t know if that leg’s going to hold up long enough to net him a win.

Corey Graves: Like having an open wound in a shark tank, Phillips. Triple H is hurt and he’s tired while Sweeney is fresh and ready to go.

As Triple H lies there on the mat, Sweeney takes his bad ankle and interlocks it with his own before falling to the mat at a purposefully awkward angle. Trips cries out in agony as Sweeney gets back up to his feet, bouncing back and forth between them as a visual boast of having two good legs while his opponent only has one.

Triple H is crawling using his elbows and forearms towards the corner, putting one arm in front of the other and dragging his body forward as Sweeney puts his hands on his hips and watches with a smile. Triple H arrives at the corner as he reaches up and grabs the rope to each side of him and pulls upward, managing to get to his knees as he continues to pull, planting his good foot before putting his bad one down, his leg shaking for a moment as he does.

Larry gives Triple H some sarcastic applause before mockingly limping over to him. Once he gets there, he throws a kick towards the back of the knee of the bad leg but Trips moves it so that Sweeney hits the turnbuckle and then throws the leg backward, hitting Larry directly in the groin!

Tom Phillips: Well it doesn’t get much more disrespectful than that.

As Triple H turns to face Sweeney, he takes advantage of the champ being hunched over as he brings him forward a short distance and places his head between his legs. Trips hooks his arms around Sweeney’s waist and hoists him up but is unable to get much of the King’s Justice as his bad leg gives out again.

Trips rolls Larry over afterward anyway and crawls over him for the cover.

ONE!

NO!

Sweeney gets the shoulder up as he rolls Triple H off of him and gets to his feet, dusting himself off before flashing that winning smile to the crowd. Triple H pushes himself up with his arms and plants his good foot as he shakily tries to get up. As he tries, Larry heads over quickly and hits him with his own Facebreaker knee smash as Trips is launched backward but catches himself on the ropes.

Larry begins teeing off on the abdomen of his opponent with several punches thrown in rapid succession before throwing one of his punches upward without any indication that it was coming and connecting with an uppercut. As Trips rocks back with the impact, Sweeney guides him away from the ropes as he picks Triple H up and drops him onto his feet as the bad leg buckles again and the King finds himself prone on the mat.

Corey Graves: Sweeney’s just toying around with him in there.

Tom Phillips: I can’t remember the last time we saw Triple H in this sort of condition.

Larry’s doing jumping jacks now as Triple H sits up and is flexing his bad leg and punching it, doing whatever he can to get the juices flowing properly. Sweeney sees this and stops his antics, walking over to Triple H and daring him to stand. Trips begins to rise, his legs shaking considerably on his way up but then he’s to a strong vertical base. Sweeney laughs and goes to deliver a kick to the bad leg but Trips smacks his leg away.

Larry looks shocked as Triple H begins lighting into him with a series of right punches, them covering more ground and getting closer to the ropes with each one being thrown and connecting. As they arrive at the ropes, Trips whips Sweeney toward the opposite ropes but Sweeney stops himself and whips Triple H in that direction instead.

As Triple H comes off the ropes, Sweeney looks to steal another page from his book as he hoists him up for a spinebuster but at the height of his lift, Trips manages to slip a jab to the jaw that causes him to loosen his grip. As Sweeney’s grip loosens, Triple H gets free and hooks Larry’s head on the way down, reversing the situation into a DDT.

Corey Graves: Well we should’ve known better than to count Triple H out!

Tom Phillips: If he can keep this momentum up, he could very well ride it to victory here tonight!

Triple H is up as he begins raining down with punches on the upper back and head of Sweeney who’s getting up himself. As the champ gets to his feet, he goes to shove Triple H backward with both hands but Trips grabs his hands and connects with a headbutt, then bends his hands backward at the wrists forcing him to his knees.

Larry’s crying out in pain as Triple H kicks him in the sternum a few times, then throws him to the mat, delivering a stomp to one hand and then the other before straight up kicking his opponent in the head. King Nothing is visibly enjoying this as he delivers another kick to the head before grabbing Sweeney’s shoulders and guiding him back to his feet.

The champ is visibly dazed from the kicks to the head as Triple H puts Sweeney in position for a Hangman’s neckbreaker.

Tom Phillips: Is he gonna do it?

Triple H cracks a smile before hitting Sweeney with his own move, the ’68 Comeback Special, as the crowd cheers. Trips doesn’t stop there as he begins circling Sweeney, laying kicks into him as he does.

Corey Graves: First the Comeback Special and now the Sweeney Stomp? Get your own offense, Trips!

After circling him entirely once, Triple H grabs a handful of Larry’s hair and pulls him to a seated position, balling up his fist to strike but Sweeney strikes first, delivering a straight punch to the stomach. As Trips releases his grip and hunches over, Larry comes off the mat with a rising knee to the jaw as Triple H rocks backward toward the ropes.

As Trips staggers towards him, Sweeney grabs him and connects with an exploder suplex in an impressive display of strength and athleticism. Larry stands over him, his breathing becoming more labored, as he holds up three fingers to represent that he’s the only, “Triple Champion” in the company before grabbing Triple H and guiding him up and around, sticking his head between his legs, applying the double underhook to Trips’ arms.

Tom Phillips: Well what do you make of this, Corey? Are you going to tell Sweeney to get his own offense?

Corey Graves: Oh don’t be salty because Larry makes it look better!

Sweeney, much to the chagrin of the crowd, plants Triple H with the Pedigree as he rolls him over for the pin.

ONE!


TWO!


THR...NO!

Triple H gets the shoulder up at the last moment, refusing to be quelled by his own finisher as Larry angrily gets to his feet, pulling at his hair. As Trips climbs to his feet, Sweeney runs at him but King Nothing grabs him and hoists him upward, turning and planting him with a spinebuster!

Tom Phillips: Spinebuster! The leg held up!

Corey Graves: This isn’t looking good for Sweeney!

Triple H climbs to his feet, patting his bad leg with a confident smile before grabbing Sweeney and guiding him up and placing his head between his legs, hooking his arms around his waist and hoisting him up before planting him with the King’s Justice! Triple H rolls Larry over and covers him as the Sweet ‘n Sour reign looks to be coming to a close.

ONE!


TWO!


THRE..

Before the referee can slap the mat, he’s suddenly pulled out of the ring by his ankle and thrown into the ringside barricade. His attacker is soon realized as Miz climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring.

Tom Phillips: What’s he doing here? He lost the contendership earlier, he has no right getting involved in this match!

Corey Graves: Clearly he feels robbed, Phillips!

As Triple H gets up and walks over to confront him, Miz delivers a chop block to the bad leg and Triple H falls forward but catches himself with his hands. As he does, Miz leans down and hooks his arms, pulling him up so that they’re both standing straight and connecting with the Skull Crushing Finale!

Miz heads over to Sweeney now and guides him to his feet. Once there, Miz applies the full nelson and hits him with a Skull Crushing Finale as well. Miz gets up and exits the ring, heading up the ramp with a smile on his face.

Both men are lying on the mat as the referee is still out cold at ringside. Soon another referee comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring as he begins to count both men down.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

Tom Phillips: We’ve just been robbed of a winner here!

FOUR!


FIVE!


SIX!

Both men are gradually beginning to stir as Triple H is crawling towards the corner and Sweeney is crawling towards the ropes.

SEVEN!


EIGHT!

Each man grabs the respective ropes near them and pulls.

NINE!


TE..

As the referee’s about to count ten, both men have returned to their feet. Triple H, now favoring his bad leg again, begins limping in Sweeney’s direction as Sweeney begins slowly heading in Triple H’s direction. As they meet in the center of the ring, Trips hauls off and decks Sweeney in the mouth as he staggers back a bit. Sweeney returns the favor with a punch of his own as Triple H throws one back but this time Larry avoids it, turning in a way that puts him not only out of harm’s way but also back-to-back with Triple H as he reaches back and puts him in Hangman’s neckbreaker position.

With his last gasp of energy, Sweeney hits the ’68 Comeback Special and rolls Triple H, collapsing into the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the UWF Champion. Larry...Sweeney!

As the crowd boos, Sweeney is helped up by the referee and handed his championship. He doesn’t get to celebrate long though as the General Manager comes walking out with a microphone.

Stone Cold: Now I said earlier tonight that I wasn’t gonna put up with any bullshit and wouldn’t ya know it, there’s been some ta’ take care of in every damn title match tonight. So it’s time for ol’ Stone Cold ta’ crack the whip. First off, Jay White. Now Jay, Stone Cold didn’t grant you that title match in the first place so he definitely doesn’t appreciate ya tryin’ ta’ steal the title the way ya did. So guess what? It’s back to the back of the line, Stone Cold’s gonna figure out a new contender to the Television Championship somehow.

As for the Intercontinental Championship, I know Brian Lee wants another crack at Rick Rude after what went down tonight but that wouldn’t be fair to the other men on the roster salivatin’ for a shot so there’s a new contender ta’ be decided there too. Now ta’ you, Larry Sweeney.

You brag about being everything a champion should be, but all I see is a chickenshit that keeps cuttin’ corners ta’ keep his title. So here’s what Stone Cold’s gonna do about you. You want the Sweet ‘n Sour Invitational? You got it, but it’ll be on Stone Cold’s terms and I don’t think yer gonna like it once you find out what that means. You go ahead and ponder that for a little while.

Austin throws his microphone down and raises a double Stone Cold Salute in the air as the camera gets a shot of Sweeney who looks like he’s already thinking it over and doesn’t seem happy about it as Revolution goes off the air.



END SHOW


CREDITS

Gargano/Black- Bodor
Edge/Despy- Semi
Miz/Trips- Jye
Promos- Respective TT’ers
Everything else- Dres

[bodor]

Wanna start with a Dres appreciation sentence, dude had to write like 4 matches and write quality promos with Stone Cold, doing all on his mobile, you my hero dude (but ya also scare me just a tiny bit)

aight now that I kissed my booker's ass it's time to review this motherfucker

I already said Dres writes some quality Stone Cold promos and this is a good example, George already said that in the discord but I can really hear Stone Cold saying that

Where's Jericho's entrance? I blame it on ya'll who didn't write entrances last week, it's the new plague, nice match overall though the first codebreaker kinda confused me, nice to see Jericho is on a roll.

Aleister is sounding awesome af, looking forward to seeing what he does in the future

look my match now, you tell me how awesome it is when you review the show!

I really like this trend of showing the promos of the men competing just before their match, really nice promos from Miz, as is the norm, but do the injuries mean that Leedles is gonna take time off soon? or changing from the miz??? or maybe it's just another storyline, anyway I'm HYPED! (bro)

Craig you're playing Taichi, The SEXIEST wrestler on the planet. not using pics can be declared as a crime against humanity, seriously tho I think you can benefit a lot from pics, nice promo even without me seeing Taichi, the heck has gotten into the Prime Time crew tho?

"Don't waste any wishes on those Dragon Balls just yet, you made need all you can get to get back from Snake Way after I make a mockery of you in this ring...just Saiyan. Now, hit my music!" Matt ya genius fucker

Graves is watching DB, I'mma need a moment to digest that, the Kamehameha Wave is exposing the business dammit! next time add some special effects like lighting or something, make it legit! end match shenanigans are always cool, looking forward to seeing what the heck is going with the Prime Time dudes. 

ew it's Gur's promo now, still, very good promo, really like the podcast so far but Asshole Live is still better (call me when you get your own small grumpy man)

now TV title match, really fast paced match I like those, the fuck is gonna happen next with the TV title I don't know but I wanna see it

now I'm really invested in Miz maybe getting the dead, really really good promo by Leedles

yo before the real match I'mma tell George how good his Miz titantron is, it's good, great choice of song by Leedles too

I think half said it on last week's edition but I can still see it here, a ton of "Miz" and "Triple H", fewer times than last matches tho so that's good, try using their nicknames or gimmicks or more he and stuff like that, I think that would make your match writing even better, screwy finish is always a fav of mine, stoked to see how Miz continues from here

hey look my promo, tell me how awesome it was when you review the show! (I think I nailed Shamrock being a grumpy old man here)

everyone knows Despy would fuck up Edge irl, nice match tho unrealistic result

wait, wouldn't selling a glass of water to a man drowning in the ocean be easy since like you can't drink ocean water and the man must be thirsty af? get your facts right Sweeney, Fauche is around my 3 favorite TTers (right after Dres book me to win dammit) he's just so damn fun to read, this promo ain't no different

main event time, oh boy that was a great match, weird reading Trips in the sort of underdog position getting abused by a heel but I could see that in my head, more shenanigans! I love it maggle, hyped to see what the frick is Stone Cold's terms.

Overall great show with very few low points, really hoping Dres is gonna get more comfortable in that head booker role soon and gets maybe more writers to help him out? 4 matches for a head writer are a lot my dudes, try and give a hand sometimes

[Fauche]

Like to see that State of the Union kinda pep talk opening the show. Just like Crann and Danny, I've always known Dres to be a straight up, honest dude and while "shoot" has a negative connotation, the line "I’m here ta’ either light a fire under yer ass and motivate ya or put my boots to it ta’ stomp a mudhole in it and walk it dry. It’s up ta’ you which one a’ those I end up havin’ ta’ do." has the RL put-up-or-shut-up no BS attitude you want from a head writer. I likes it. Strong opening. Like I said last week, I like having the ass-kicker babyface as GM.

I didn't read the thread and now it's been archived and I'm too lazy to go looking, so I don't know if it was super one-sided or whatever, but it's always weird to me when one guy in a match doesn't get any pin attempts unless its a squash. Kinda seems one-sided in this Jericho / Corbin match in that regard. That said, I hate to be nit-picky cause I never write shit, so take that for what it's worth. Hats of the Black picking up his second win in as many active weeks in that next match tho. That's a good start. Soup's Aleister is a high bar to meet, let alone jump over, but heck, nothing but good stuff from Half so far.

Miz rocking that injured babyface determind to fight on thing. Proven foolproof win-win material. Rick Rude being a low-key DBZ fan is everything and then some. Podcast also great, just like last week. Good promos ahoy. Nice work everyone. Self-high-fives all around.

BIG FAN of the ending of the Gulak / White match. Get that Knife Pervert over. Also, Triple H vs. Miz was cool. Except it's O'Reilly. But that match was good. Miz gets a little somethin somethin to work with with that bad count at the end, so that's nice. Hard week with the double thread for Leedles and Crann. Much respect.

YO BODOR WHAT IS THIS RENEE USING THE EFF-WORD ALL ABOUT? UNPROFESSIONAL.

OH SUP MIZ? Saves the day for mah boy. That's dandy. Just dandy. I like the story telling here. Kyle gets mutilated earlier, Miz is bitter, fucks over Trips, hands Larry the win. I'm kinda getting survivors guilt, winning all these close threads, but also, I love winning. Also, glad SCSA is on board with the SNS Invitational. I know he said Sweeney isn't gonna like it, but maybe let's just have it where there's a four month long tournament and I don't defend the title again until Mania K byyyyyyye

Sick show. Word on the street is that Dres is writing this on a cell phone, which is absolutely absolutely absolutely mind-blowing. The Good Doctor's thumbs must be JACKED. Thanks so much to him and the rest of the homies for putting out a quality show I think it's great and you're all awesome.

[mrleedles]

hey uh... gonna throw this out there to Dres.

the hell happened to Lee vs Rude being 2/3 falls?

(direct quote from card: "General Manager Stone Cold wasn’t satisfied with how Rude retained his championship last week so he’s decided to not only give Brian Lee another shot at the Intercontinental Championship, he’s made it a Two Out Of Three Falls match. Can the, “Ravishing One” keep his gold another week or will Lee’s training pay off with a prize?")

[Dres]

Dec 8, 2018 17:38:52 GMT -6 mrleedles said:

hey uh... gonna throw this out there to Dres.

the hell happened to Lee vs Rude being 2/3 falls?

(direct quote from card: "General Manager Stone Cold wasn’t satisfied with how Rude retained his championship last week so he’s decided to not only give Brian Lee another shot at the Intercontinental Championship, he’s made it a Two Out Of Three Falls match. Can the, “Ravishing One” keep his gold another week or will Lee’s training pay off with a prize?")

I forgot I had booked it to be Two Out of Three Falls until the show had been posted and I was moving trash talks to the, “Past Cards and TTs” thread. Sorry to everyone that this mistake affected but mistakes do and will happen.

[Soup]

If Dres is really typing and piecing together entire show on a phone, that is insane. If I were wearing a hat as I'm typing this, I would be taking it off right now for that level of dedication and commitment, because I hate typing on phones. I don't personally mind a show being 1 or 2 days late, and regardless, this show was worth the wait. But, before I head into detail, a thank you goes out to everyone that promo'd this week, all of them were lovely.

Kicking things off, Stone Cold came out with a solid state of the union address that's words reflected his actions and interferences throughout the night which is neat. I think we might of had a few incomplete threads which is unfortunate. Congratulations to Half for another subsequent win who's Aleister I fully endorse for his recent enthusiasm and quality writing, the likewise of course to Brandyn and Gurt as well. Congratulations to Chewie for retaining his belt, and although Craig might've come up short, I have no doubt he'll bounce back even harder as he's been getting better and better. Not sure what the outcome of my thread with Wasabi was, but the end of the match seemed to be intended to protect both guys which is all good with me, especially because it gives us something to TT about later in a future thread too. White & Veda looking like jerk offs is also good. Damn fine thread btw, Wasabi, you've come a long way from when I faced you last in that tag match with Yolo. Those threads with Sweeney, Trips, and Miz were just plain nutty, and, I, of course, mean that in a good way, excellent work to you three all around. Both matches were written like they were high profile matches, and I'm glad that all seemed to get protected in the end for their hard work.

Before I head off, big thanks to everyone that wrote a match tonight because without your work, this show wouldn't be 1 or 2 days late, it wouldn't be coming out at all, so big thanks for pulling it together for the team, especially to Dres for making it all work. With that, I'll see you all next week.