Post by Dres on Dec 22, 2018 9:33:27 GMT -6
As Revolution rolls on, we’re taken backstage where we see the nefarious and self-serving couple of Jay White and Veda Scott.
Jay White: “Don’t you just love when a plan comes together?”
White stands there with a proud smile on his face, with his hands clasped together smugly, as Veda massages his shoulders in the background.
Jay White: “Ahh’… I know I do, last week proved to be no exception to the rule, as I outmaneuvered both Baron Corbin and Johnny Gargano in one fell swoop. I made both of those promising undercard talents look like nothing but a bunch of chumps, as I annihilated them without mercy or compassion. To the average person, that’s impressive, to manhandle two men like the way I did. Don’t lie when you try convince yourself that isn’t a feat, on a roster where people have problems putting away even one opponent. But, is that impressive to Stone Cold Steve Austin, our esteemed general manager? No, Stone Cold doesn’t care, because Stone Cold deliberately has it out for me. He wants to put me under his thumb. He makes me run around in circles, because he doesn’t like my attitude, forcing me to chase Television Title Opportunities in matches against Baron Corbin, Johnny Gargano, and Aleister Black, when I should be facing Rick Rude or Larry Sweeney for their respective titles. I took Chris Jericho and Triple H to their limit; do I even get a chance at proving contention for Sweeney’s title? Nope. I fought alongside Rick Rude at Survivor Series to the bitter end, proving that we’re on the same level. Do I get a shot at his title, or even a chance at becoming the number one contender? Hell no, because why would I? It’s not like I beat Brian Lee the first night I got here, and he’s just received his 3rd Intercontinental Title shot in a month.”
White’s biting sarcasm stings with the audience, as the audience boo the Switchblade for his insolence.
Jay White: “But, here I am. Getting sent to the back of the line after getting “disqualified”, after Stone Cold helped himself to some arbitrary officiating instead of sending for another referee. You all accuse me of nepotism, of favoritism – the thing that supposedly almost brought this company close to bankruptcy over a year ago. But, none of you can look past your own prejudices to see that Stone Cold Steve Austin is exactly the man you should despise, for the reasons of favoritism. But, you don’t want to. You want to live in your fantasy world where Stone Cold Steve Austin is still this underdog hero, but it’s time for a wakeup call – because your underdog hero became the thing he sought out to destroy: an authority figure.”
The crowd responds with blasting White with even more heat, the boos near deafening, as White looks like he’s enjoying this, as is Veda, as they both grin.
Jay White: “Didn’t like that one, did you? Well, the truth isn’t always a hard pill to swallow, but here we are. Before I go to let that thought sink in with all of you, I want to leave this little voice message for Aleister, as he walks into tonight, thinking he has a snowball’s chance in hell of taking this title I’ve had to claw for the past couple of weeks. I want you to know, Aleister, that I am going to break you down; I am going to dissect that calm, composed demeanor of yours into an anxious, shriveling hot mess, I am going to dismantle your mystique, to bring you down to Earth as I bulldoze you like the litter that you are. I want to see you beg for both your life and your career, as I have no problem taking either if it means moving myself up another rung of the UWF food chain. Don’t let me get in your head, Aleister. Be ready, be on your guard – because before you know it – you too will be breathing with the Switchblade.”
White menacingly stares with an evil grin into the lens of the camera, as the scene fades out, and Revolution rolls on.
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 ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Well Tom, it’s the last show before Judgment Day.
Tom Phillips: That’s right, Corey, and what a show we’ve got on deck.
Corey Graves: Couldn’t agree more. We’ve got a debuting superstar in Kenny Kaos and Stone Cold made sure to give him a huge test in Triple H.
Tom Phillips: Speaking of tests, what a test both Aleister Black and Jay White will have when they both fight it out for a Television Championship match.
Corey Graves: Plus, Eric Bischoff continues to face the Rattlesnake’s wrath as he takes on El Desperado.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, The Miz takes on Edge in a match that’s sure to have implications for the winner this close to Judgment Day.
Corey Graves: Well we may find out because our General Manager is on his way out here right now!
”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: First and foremost, Stone Cold doesn’t give a damn what yer celebratin’ this holiday season, he wants ta’ wish ya a happy one. Enjoy time with loved ones. (What?) Open some great presents. (What?) Eat some damn good food an’ just enjoy yerselves. (What?) Hell, even get a lil’ shitfaced, you can tell ‘em Stone Cold said so. (What?)
Now that that’s outta the way, the reason I came out here tonight is because there’s some unfinished business that needs finishin’. For starters, Judgment Day’s comin’ up and there’s a lot a’ superstars that don’t have a match on the card. The loser of Jay White and Aleister Black won’t have a match. (What?) Baron Corbin doesn’t have a match. (What?) Edge and Christian don’t have a match. (What?) Triple H and Kenny Kaos, who are facing off later tonight, they don’t have a match. (What?) Then a’ course ya got Chris Jericho, Johnny Gargano, and El Desperado. (What?)
Well the solution ta’ that lies in what I’ve decided ta’ do about the other thing I came out here ta’ talk about. Stone Cold told Larry Sweeney that he was gonna get his Sweet ‘n Sour Invitational. Ya know, where everyone on the roster is clamorin’ for a shot at the belt. Then last week happened where a lot a’ Revolution’s superstars decided ta’ phone in their performances and that told Stone Cold that there aren’t enough guys on the roster worthy of an opportunity that massive.
So that’s off the table, but you still aren’t gonna like the match I came up with, kid. Because while Stone Cold doesn’t see many of ‘em as living up to a spot in a tournament, they would make damn good lumberjacks so Sweeney, all those superstars you jus’ heard get listed off that don’t have a match at Judgment Day now have one.
As for yer opponent, well, Stone Cold doesn’t like the way he got involved in yer defense against Triple H considerin’ he already lost the contendership and had no right bein’ out there, but Kyle O’Reilly’s been gettin’ involved in tons a’ shit without punishment ta’ either one of ya in Sweet ‘n Sour Inc. so I’ve decided ta’ hand out another title opportunity to none other than The Miz.
Now, have a damn good night and enjoy the show!
As Austin’s music begins playing again and he has a few beers thrown to him that he opens up to enjoy, Revolution heads elsewhere.
We see Elix walking in the back of the arena as he gets a text message
Brian's text: "Hey Elix - I'm getting better buddy, sad to see that you lost to Edge and Christian - but you had a great showing - I'm getting better and I figured out whats up with the flashes but I need to go to Japan to get everything sorted - so me and TAICHI have headed over there to get me back to normal and to get everything sorted - will text you soon bud - stay safe and take care Skip"
Elix: Japan? whats in Japan that he couldn't get here - and he brought TAICHI and not me too? I have no idea whats going on
Elix replies: "Japan? okay - could have texted me so I could have come along too but I guess i'll stay here - get better okay coz I need to have you here so I can show you just what I'm capable of in person - anyways see you soon
Elix sighs
Elix: I guess I'm solo for the time being
Elix then gets bumped into by a show assistant who tells him he's not booked
Elix: what do you mean? No PRIMETIME? you serious dude - me, Brian, TAICHI - we are the draws, we are the viewers choice - I'll be at the show - whether you want me there or not, coz PRIMETIME is all the time here on Revolution.
The camera cuts backstage to Eric Bischoff warming up before his match. The sound of a door opening can be heard as “Ravishing” Rick Rude walks onto the camera view with a gym bag in one hand and a sports bottle in the other, reaching it to Bischoff who begins downing it.
Rude: You got this, Eric. You’ve been training hard. That dipshit Austin has no clue what he has started.
Bischoff begins stretching.
Bischoff: Did you find our friend?
Rude nods.
Rude: Shall I call him in?
Rude steps off camera and opens the door, telling the mystery person on the other side to come on in. The camera pans over as Rude and the mystery man set up for an interview.
Joey Styles: Ladies and Gentleman, hello and welcome to your first unaffiliated UWF Revolution Episode of Enlightenment. I am the official voice of the Anti-Austin Alliance, the one and only Joey Styles. To my left is the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, “Ravishing” Rick Rude. Rick, I understand that “Stone Cold” Steve Austin had a few choice words for you as well as your manager, Eric Bischoff last week...how does that make you feel?
Rude: Joey, I must say that it feels a little nostalgic standing here. But I can also say it feels pretty damn good to be removed from the bias of the Austin-regime. I know that you will conduct your interviews right down the middle and show no bias towards “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. You are not under the UWF payroll, so therefore you won’t have to feel threatened like everyone else backstage does. At any rate…
Steve…
To say that I am disappointed is an understatement. To say that I am pissed off is also an understatement. Twenty-seven years ago, I was sitting behind the curtain watching the matches one night. I watched this young man with long blonde hair go out there and put on a clinic in the ring in the opening match. I said to myself ‘that kid will be something one day’. So I put the stamp of approval on that kid and took him under my wing. And damn it, wouldn’t ya know it? He won championship gold right after that. That kid was you, Steve.
For you to forget where you came from so easily, that just completely pisses me off more than anything in this world. I respected you, Steve...I thought you held the same regard for me.
Threatening to strip me of my Intercontinental title? What’s your deal, Steve? I’ve earned this title. I’ve defended it week in and week out against talent and I use that term loosely, that doesn’t even deserve to share the same ring as me. Now, you’re making idle threats? You’re better than this Steve...I’m honestly quite ashamed of you.
Styles: Surely Rick, these people can feel your pain and frustrations. Yourself and Eric Bischoff included have definitely shed some light on some of the goings-on behind the scenes with the new General Manager. Do you feel as if this is a personal attack towards yourself and Mr. Bischoff?
Rude: Absolutely, Joey. I’ve pondered on it for days on whether these things were a personal attack or not, but seeing the way that Steve put his hands on Eric, and for no good reason, I honestly think that something needs to be done. Maybe the beer-guzzling Stone Cold that we all knew and loved has finally reached the point of alcoholism to where he is beginning to lash out against those around him. If that is the case, it is a sad day indeed.
If it isn’t that...then, I would have to say the only thing that makes sense in jealousy. Perhaps Steve is just jealous that he can’t perform in the ring anymore, or maybe he’s just jealous because he’s got that beer gut and can’t have the ravishing physique that I have.
Styles: So, last week the general manager made the announcement that you would be defending your title against Elix Skipper. Any thoughts on that?
Rude: It sickens me, honestly. Brian Lee, Elix Skipper...the whole lot of them just sicken me. They come out week after week and make a mockery of this great sport. Perhaps this is what happens when nerds who’ve probably never been laid a day in their life or are still living in mommy’s basement, or both, end up on national television. Elix Skipper doesn’t deserve to even have a televised match on a weekly show, much less a Intercontinental championship match. That’s why I am not competing in that match.
Bischoff stands in the background with a huge grin on his face.
Styles: But Rick, you heard the general manager. If you don’t show up for this match, you will be stripped of your title!
Rude: Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be stripped of my title. Austin may think that he can back me into a corner and force me into a match. That’s why next week, I will be traveling to the UWF headquarters to have a meeting with the board of directors about this blatant abuse of power. They will hear mine and Eric’s and anyone else who would like to share their grievances under the Austin regime. After hearing our stories, the board of directors will have no choice but to make that match null and void and allow me to continue to take my personal time off and my wellness days. That is until they remove Austin from his position as General Manager of Revolution.
Eric, I think it’s about time for your match.
Rude and Bischoff exit the locker room.
Styles: There you have it, ladies and gentleman. Straight from the horse’s mouth. Be sure to tune in next week as I, Joey Styles, the voice of the Anti-Austin Alliance will be bringing you an exclusive interview from the UWF headquarters immediately following the meeting between the board of directors and “Ravishing” Rick Rude.
Styles salutes the camera as the action heads elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Eric Bischoff!
W-W-W-W-WE ARE IN CONTROL!
Eric Bischoff steps out from behind the curtain, saluting the fans as they leap to their feet to boo him out of the arena. Bischoff simply points to his smiling and dimples as he adores the fans that hate him so dearly.
Bischoff wastes no time entering the ring and soaking in all of the hate.
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, Nigaata, Japan. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds. El Desperado!
Despy sets down his guitar and enters the ring as he gets ready for the match ahead.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Despy goes on the offensive immediately as he runs at Bischoff and turns, connecting with a back elbow to the face. As Eric staggers back into the ropes, his opponent grabs him by the wrist and whips him violently into the far corner. The manager of the, “Ravishing One” hits chest first and is sent staggering back again as he’s then spun around and pushed back into the corner with a boot to the chest.
Despy delivers a knee to the abdomen and as Eric slouches forward, begins unloading on various parts of his head with a flurry of stiff punches. Bischoff is forced to his elbows and knees as he tries to protect his head with his hands. As Despy raises his arm up and back to put more impact on the next punch, this gives Eric an opening as he raises up and punches his opponent directly in the groin as Despy falls to his knees.
As this happens, Bischoff returns to his feet and takes a martial arts stance, sizing his target up before delivering a kick to the back of the head that puts Despy on his face. Eric begins delivering straight punches to the body of the downed Desperado as he then turns to the entrance ramp and puts up both middle fingers, no doubt a message intended for Austin.
The former WCW owner now turns his attention back to his opposition but as he does, El Desperado is back to his feet as he hooks the non-wrestler’s head and brings him up and over with a quick snap suplex. Unfortunately the referee wasn’t paying attention to where he was standing and as a result, gets taken out with the move!
Tom Phillips: Uh oh.
Corey Graves: Where did we find this guy? Staying alert during the match is in the job description, you idiot!
As Despy gets up and witnesses what has happened, suddenly Rick Rude slides into the ring with his Intercontinental Championship in hand. He props it up and as Desperado turns around, charges and blasts him in the face with the title! Rude helps Bischoff up from the mat and the two begin putting the boots to Suzuki’s friend, the crowd beginning to cheer for General Manager Stone Cold.
Rude picks Despy up and restrains his arms as Eric sizes him up for a kick but as he does, suddenly the lights flicker for a moment and Elix Skipper is standing in the ring!
Tom Phillips: The number one contender is here!
Corey Graves: What was that? Instant transmission?
Skipper clobbers Bischoff with a right that knocks him to the mat and then turns, taking Rude to the mat with a left arm lariat. As Elix turns around, Rude has gotten up from the mat as he throws a punch but, “Primetime” avoids and brings the champion down with a Hammerlock Suplex!
Rude rolls out of the ring as Elix picks up the Intercontinental Championship and kisses it before throwing it at Rude and exiting the ring himself on a different side. The referee is coming to as Despy is to his feet, waiting on Bischoff. As Eric gets up, Desperado hooks his head and hoists him up, dropping him very nastily with a Guitarra De Angel as he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, El Desperado!
As Despy celebrates his win, Revolution heads elsewhere.
Drew Gulak stands at a podium and Drew Gulak adjusts his title and clears his throat before speaking.
Drew Gulak: Three. That’s the number of people who have held this television belt for more than one hundred days. It’s not considered a prestigious belt by any measure and in fact, some people would call it a belt that people would just toss around for fun. No more because two of those beyond one hundred day reigns took place in this current year. One of those belongs to Vinny Marseglia who belongs on Resistance now. The other? Well, it’s ongoing, it belongs to me. So I face down the two people who want to challenge me at Judgement day. Though they face a Drew with the knowledge that this shot that was given to him will not be discarded, they face a Drew that with more than hope, but with fight wishes to stand at this podium in a few weeks and say that he is the longest reigning Television Champion. Because this Drew Gulak is not only for the fallen members of the Gentlemen’s Club, he is for a better UWF. and you know what I can safely say that the Television title… is better.
He smiles to the camera as it fades out.
We take a break from the awesome action so far in Revolution as the titantron lights up with a picture of the UFC president Dana White, standing in front of a microphone
What's up everybody thank you for coming to the official press conference for UFCxUWF 1, Shamrock vs Suzuki!!
The crowd starts clapping and cheering for the exciting event but quickly shut up so Dana could continue
Ok so as all of you know the main event is going to be Ken Shamrock coming out of retirement, per my request, to fight the UFC heavyweight champion and UWF's own Minoru Suzuki! now there are other matches on the card but we're short on time and I believe you got a lot of questions so without further ado, please welcome first, the founder of modern mixed martial arts and the heavyweight champion, Minoru Suzuki!
A toned down version of Kaze Ni Nare plays in the background as Suzuki walks onto the stage to silence from the crowd, he takes a look around and smirks before sitting down
And challenging him for the UFC heavyweight championship, one of the pioneers of MMA, Ken Shamrock!
Some generic music plays as Shamrock's name gets a large reaction from the crowd, a big part of it boo but a bigger part cheer him, they all hate that the 54-year-old is getting a shot at the belt but the cheering part prefers him over the pro wrestler Suzuki, a few moments pass but Ken is nowhere to be seen, the music stop and Dana starts talking
ahhh... apparently Ken is yet to show up, you guys start asking Suzuki questions while I go take care of that
Dana rushes off the stage and Suzuki just smirks, he raises his legs and puts them on the title and starts talking
Come on, you heard your boss, someone ask me a question
There's a silence for a few moments as no one is brave enough to talk to Minoru, that makes him laugh, but he is cut off by a reporter who quickly gets up and starts talking
ESPN reporter: Hello Minoru, ESPN here, you said that the UWF had nothing else to give you so you came to the UFC because they're giving you competition, can you expand on that?
Minoru Suzuki: No, I don't need to give you the reasons for every single thing that I do, next question.
WON reporter: Minoru, Wrestling Observer Newsletter here, will you ever return to the UWF?
Suzuki chuckles
Minoru Suzuki: You people have to understand, I am a freelancer, I go where I find competition, if there will be someone in the UWF that is gonna show me that he's worthy of facing me or give me a reason to face him then yes, I'll be there to choke them out and drop them on their necks, next question .
Tokyo Sports reporter: Hello Mr.Suzuki, Tokyo sports here, are you impressed by Eric Bischoff's performance against your "subject" El Desperado?
Minoru Suzuki: I don't watch Revolution nor do I watch Resistance, only highlights of the main event to see if anyone is worthy of me, I don't dwell with undercard scum, next question.
Before another reporter has a chance to speak Dana White rushes onto the stage, breathing heavily
OK, so... Ken isn't gonna be here... I'll take care of that later... you can.. continue.
Suzuki just looks at White then lowers his legs from the table, takes the title and picks up the microphone
I came here for competition, you don't have competition, you don't have me.
And with that Dana watches Minoru leave and as he leaves, the reporters start leaving, and White is left standing on the stage alone, heavy breathing and red as a tomato, the camera starts fading away and in the last second, he collapses, the fed moves elsewhere
]DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
"DANGER: HIGH VOLTAGE"
The crowd goes relatively wild as Kenny Kaos appears on the entrance ramp, carrying the Alaskan flag on a flagpole. He swings it around with great pride and zeal before placing it in a stand that's been placed on the stage.
Tony Chimel: From Anchorage, Alaska. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds. The Alaskan wrestling icon... KENNY KAOS!
He then goes down to the ring and enters before demanding a mic from ring crew at ringside. His theme music dies down as he speaks.
KENNY KAOS:
"Alright cut my music! Now I want everyone here to shut their mouths and stand up in respect for the beautiful Alaska state song!"
The crowd boos as Kenny Kaos looks over to the flag planted on the stage and puts a hand over his heart, standing in the middle of the ring as the Alaskan state song plays.
Once the anthem finishes. Kenny goes into a neutral corner and waits for the bell to ring.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
]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, Kaos kicks Triple H in the thigh of his bad leg. As Trips winces, placing his hand on the thigh and bending slightly, he gets hit in the back of the head with a stiff elbow that brings him to a knee. As Kaos goes to drop another one, the King puts his hands up and catches the elbow on both sides, powering up from the mat and throwing Kenny’s arm upward with such force that he ends up punching himself in the face.
As Kaos staggers, the overseer of Nothing kicks him in the abdomen to send him into the ropes. On the way back, the former number one contender hoists his opponent up and turns, planting him with a brutal spinebuster. Kenny sits up not long after impact is made and is applauding.
Corey Graves: Well their verbal exchange let us know this guy isn’t exactly what you’d call all there so I’m not surprised to see something like this.
Tom Phillips: Maybe it’s a mind game. He’s trying to match wits with the, “Cerebral Assassin” by being the, “Cerebral Alaskan”.
Corey Graves: Don’t ever say that again.
Kaos gets to his feet as Triple H fires off with a right hand. Kenny smacks the punch attempt away with one arm and, with the other, applies a Von Erich-like claw to the groin of King Nothing!
Tom Phillips: He’s got him by his ICO-Pro enhanced dick!
Corey Graves: Stop being a mark for this guy, Phillips! It’s embarrassing!
Triple H cries out in pain but then seems to take a page from Joey Ryan and flexes as Kenny holds his wrist in pain using his free hand. Now at the mercy of the King, Kaos is slinking towards the mat as ol’ Trips catches him with a headbutt as Kenny falls backward to the mat, his grip releasing.
Despite getting the upper hand, Triple H is enraged as he heads over to the ropes and steps through them, dropping off of the apron to the floor as he flips up the apron and begins inspecting the space underneath the ring.
Corey Graves: Keep your composure, Hunter! He’s not worth it!
Tom Phillips: I don’t know what Triple H is so mad about. That’s probably the first time his dick had been touched since the divorce from Stephanie.
Corey Graves: I’m getting up in case he makes you eat those words.
Triple H emerges from underneath the ring holding a sledgehammer above his head as many fans cheer in unison. The King slides into the ring and gets to his feet just as Kenny is returning to a vertical base himself. Kaos sees the sledgehammer and pleads with the imposing Trips not to use it but he’s already made up his mind as he puts it in position. As he cocks back, the referee grabs it as Triple H turns to him and the two begin to argue.
While they’re arguing, Kaos sees an opening and goes for a big boot but didn’t notice the tug-o’-war happening over the sledgehammer so as he goes for the big boot, Triple H releases his grip with one hand and grabs his opponent’s leg, guiding it so that he crotches himself on the weapon as he lets go with the other hand and Kenny as well as the sledgehammer hits the mat.
As Kaos lies there holding his Alaskan jewels, Trips guides him up and places his head between his legs. Without delay, he then hoists Kenny straight up and drops him on his head with the King’s Justice! King Nothing goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
At the last possible moment, Kaos gets the shoulder up, much to the shock of his opponent. As Triple H looks beside himself, Kenny explodes from the mat and charges, getting Trips slung over his shoulder as he puts him into the nearest corner and starts connecting with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection.
Tom Phillips: Ha Ha! Triple H thought Kenny would take him pissing on his wife lying down? Alaska’s not going down that easily!
Corey Graves: Triple H didn’t actually...you know what, forget it.
After a few brutal shoulder thrusts, Kenny backs off as Triple H staggers forward. Kenny now locks his arms around his opponent’s waist and launches him overhead with a release belly-to-belly as the King crashes and burns to the mat. The Alaskan enthusiast stays on him as he picks him up from the mat and places Trips’ head between his legs as he locks his arms around Trips’ waist again.
Kaos lifts him and goes for a Gutwrench Powerbomb but before he can follow through with the powerbomb, Trips connects with a thumb to the eye and manages to reverse the momentum as he brings Kenny down and returns to his feet, placing Kenny’s head between his legs and applying the double underhook to the arms as he plants the big man with a Pedigree!
The King rolls Kaos over and covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Triple H!
Triple H celebrates a return to the win column as Revolution heads elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Sweet n' Sour Inc. are shown standing there, Kyle sporting Larry's three championship belts so that the Man with the 12 Gauge Mouth is free to address the people uninhibited.
Sweeney: Ya know, in some ways, I'm like a father-figure to Revolution. Well, maybe more of a step-dad, but I'm a damn good one. You could say the biological baby-daddy was Ethan Carter, or Cesaro, or Ziggler, or Jericho - any of the men who were here day one who thought they could raise up this place in their own image. They all fit the bill. Lord knows, they tried as best as they could... and they failed! Haha! It flopped. They fells on their faces! Humiliated themselves! Every last one of 'em came up short and walked away empty-handed.
Thank God for Me.
Larry smirks as he pats himself on the back. Figuratively. The smirk isn't figurative. The pat is. Kyle scowls nearby.
I came in just at the right time to make sure this whole damn show didn't go down the drain. I saved it. Cleaned it up. Set a better example. I said "forget all about how those other guys tried to make ya and just listen to me!" I'm the winningest champion in the history of this show. I've never lost a match clean. Not once. I haven't even been on the wrong side of a crooked three count since Kyle came on. That's success. That's a gold standard. That's exactly what the UWF needed, and yes, you're very welcome! Ha!
Now as the... hmmm... let's just call me the Godfather of the UWF... yeah! That's it! As the Godfather, I've decided even you ungrateful mongoloid fans have been put through enough garbage this year to have earned yourself a little Christmas present. How's that sound? Huh? A nice gift from Larry Sweeney for the holidays! Hahaha! But rich as I am, I can't just buy some department store junk for the tens of thousands here live tonight, let alone the hundreds of millions tuned in around the world. Besides, who wants some crap-lousy garbage to clutter up their homes with anyway?
That just won't suffice. Nope. Instead, I've decided to give you something truly special. I'm gonna give you the proverbial gift-that-keeps-on-giving! Ahaha! That's right people, this year for Christmas, Papa Larry is promising that I will continue to reign and dominate as the Triple Champion all throughout the year to come! As much charity as I've already given this company, I'm gonna go further. I'm gonna drag it kicking and screaming into a new era shaped in my image. I'm gonna defraud this place of every fake champion and pretend contender. I'm gonna tear down every scrap left of the McMahon-Helmsley and Carter eras and if Stone Cold Steve Austin gets in my way, I'm knock his old ass down! By this time next year, the UWF will be unrecognizable compared to what it is now! I will redefine the word "champion" while I shatter that tubby Canuck's miserable world title records. I'll add Rude's silver medal strap to my collection. I'll headline Wrestlemania and I will crush the winner of the Royal Rumble and I'll do it all smilin' folks! That's a Sweet n' Sour guarantee, and a HELLUVA Christmas present, if I do say so myself! Hahaha!
The Triple Champ is effing full of the holiday spirit.
Last week I mopped the floor with Drew Gulak, cementing my claim as the one and only true UWF Television Champion. Seeing as I've already cleared the cue of UWF Championship challengers and nobody has the stones to come after my UWF Transatlantic Championship, I think I'll head on down to Bermuda to celebrate my holidays now! Maybe find myself a coupla senioritas on the beach! Haha! That sounds like a well-deserved break to me! And Austin, if you can find a legitimate contender among this motley buncha scrubs you calla talent roster, just gimme a call in 2019. I don't care who it is! Send anyone my way, just don't send anyone you want back! Come on Kyle! We've got a flight to catch! I hope ya packed your sun screen!
Sweeney storms out of the shot with Kyle following after him, looking nervously down at his pale arms as he goes. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron fades to an image of a dark room facing a metal door, with light barely peeking under from the cracks underneath it. As the camera moves towards it, a slot in the door opens, revealing a pair of eyes. After a few moments it closes back up, before the door opens and the cameraman is welcomed by a man in a mask in a black robe. As the camera enters the room, it turns to face Aleister Black and a much larger masked figure than before, who is holding a bible. The figure speaks.
?: I am the Alpha and the Omega, who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty...The figure closes the bible, Aleister begins to speak.
Aleister: Whenever one is faced with a problem that they do not understand, they always look for a reason. They always ask, "Why, Aleister, why? Why did you decimate Edge? Why did you destroy my idol, my false prophet Johnny Gargano? Why did you stomp Chris Jericho until he could stand no more? The answer's simple. There is no reason other than I want to destroy the filth that plague this company. I beat Edge, I exposed Gargano as a fraud, and I proved that Chris Jericho was never the alpha.
The robe-clad figure holds up a replica UWF championship. Aleister examines it. The words "and your new" echo in the background.
Aleister: Is this what you've been looking for, Jericho? Why you're so insecure? Why you hide behind others? I know this has been tearing you apart from the inside, ever since that fateful day. And that's why you stood no chance against me last week, and that is why you are pitiful.
He looks at the title yet again, chuckling.
Aleister: And I have been afforded a chance at a different one of these worthless things. All I have to go through is Jay White. A man who tries to act tough, but only portrays the image of a petulant little boy, one who will whine and complain about Steve Austin making one good decision and complain about how it isn't fair, and yet not a peep will come from him when his knight in shining armor, the former assistant of an assistant Veda Scott, saves the day for him. And this boy has been afforded opportunity after opportunity by this siren. But legend says...
He takes out a switchblade of his own, mocking Jay White.
Aleister: If you plunge a knife covered with the blood of a siren's victim through the siren's heart, the curse will be lifted. And this coming match, I will paint the canvas with your blood and use it to drive out the siren who plagues this show. I see as nothing but an inconvenience, a mere bump in the road between me and cleansing every man on this roster.
And as for my future opponent, the man on top, Drew Gulak, be prepared. I'll black mass whether you're behind that podium, trying to "outwrestle" me, or, what's much more likely, running away. And if anyone of you mindless followers are thinking, "But what about Jay White? What if he wins?" Well, tonight, I'm going to show you that the difference between victory and defeat is...well ... black and white.
He begins laughing as both him and the masked figure moving off screen. The camera zooms in on the wall they were standing before, revealing the names of Edge, Johnny Gargano, and Chris Jericho crossed out, with Jay White at the bottom, not yet struck through.
The titantron then fades to a strange logo for a couple seconds before going back to the Revolution graphic.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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.
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!
White and Black move around each other as the crowd is audibly excited for the match, Jay wraps his arms around the shoulders of Black, He sends up a knee to the abdomen of Aleister, White whips him into the ropes, He waits for the rebound before jumping sending out both boots for a drop kick. Black uses the ropes to halt his momentum as White crashes into the canvas, Black quickly maneuvers over to him as he begins sending down boots to the back of the head of White, The boots continue raining down connecting to the back of White's head. The referee gets in between White and Black, Calling off the strikes...
Corey Graves: What heinous acts by Black this isn't MMA and unprotected kicks to the head are just a cheap way to win...
White begins to sluggishly get to his hands and knees as Black pushes the referee to the side, Black attempts swings his boot back, as Jay get's to his feet, The Black Mass attempt is ducked, Black spins around as White stands up placing his head under the armpit of Black, He lifts him up before planting him down with a saito suplex, White gets to his feet as he begins to stalk Black...
Tom Phillips: What a reversal from the Switchblade Jay White...
Black rolls over onto his stomach as he is stalked by White, He lifts up the body of Black before draping it over the middle rope, White pulls on the back before quickly sending a vicious jab into the side before releasing him, He pulls back yet again further back before sending another jab into the same area, Jay White doesn't release his hold as he looks down before stomping down on the back of Blacks left leg he releases as the stomp connects, White begins jumping up and down stomping on the left leg of Black, White looks to the crowd taunting before one final stomp...
White rolls out of the ring before he looks to Black draped over the middle rope before striking him with a vicious knife edge chop to the chest, Black looks in shock as White pulls back before striking with another stiff chop. White hops onto the apron as he looks at Black holding his leg in pain, Jay realizes the advantage he just gained, He moves into the ring as he yanks the leg from Black as he hops on his right foot, White places his arm over Black before lifting him up before snapping back into the turn buckle which catches the leg on the top turnbuckle as Black's neck snaps on the canvas, White flips over Black going for the pin...
...One
..T
No Black kicks out!
Tom Phillips: I didn't see Black kicking out of that, He seemed to hit his leg on the turnbuckle which won't help his cause in this match. White seems to have taken full control since the early attempt to win by Black went wrong...
White looks in utter shock as Black just kicked out, White's face turns to anger as he grabs onto the back lifting Aleister to his feet, White turns him around before attempting the Blade Runner, Black rolls out of the the attempt he goes to swivel on his left leg for a black mass. White turns around to see Black's boot almost connect as his leg fails at the last second. White moves around Black before sending a boot to the left knee, Black attempts to stand to his feet as White kicks out the leg again, He pulls on the leg face planting his opponent right into the mat as he places his ass on Aleister's lower back before pulling back and sideways, White cinches back on the leg as this causes the face of Black to contort...
Corey Graves: White is a tactician realizing this perfect opportunity to attack the strongest thing of Black his offence what a genius!
Black begins to drag both men towards the ropes, Black grabs onto the second rope as he pulls himself up with it Jay is forced to release the Boston crab as he climbs to the third rope on one leg Black turns to White who moves to send a boot to the bad leg, Black quickly slings his left leg at the chest of White who falls back as the leg connects, Jay coughs as if he was hit by a bullet, White shakes it off before getting to his feet the begin to trade blows, Black on one leg steps back as he obviously goes to swivel on his right leg for a black mass, White quickly stomps on the left boot as he shakes his head to signal a no go, Black quickly turns on his left leg as attempts the Black Mass, White falls to his ass in surprise as the Black Mass misses wildly...
Tom Phillips: White just almost Blacked Out to yet another attempt from Black on his injured leg yet again...
White is on his back surprised by the Black Mass almost connecting on the left leg, He moves towards Jay as he bends over to pick him to his feet White sends a boot into the left leg of Black as he falls to one knee, Jay pops to his feet quickly as he moves towards Black who stands up on his right leg swiveling right around before connecting right to the temple of White with a Black Mass, Black falls onto White as he hooks the legs for the pin...
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is the winner of this match, By Pinfall, Aleister Black!
Black celebrates the win as he holds onto his left leg which White worked over, Black sits down in the middle of the ring. Meanwhile Veda is furious as she enters the ring and throws a shoe at him. Aleister dodges and gets to his feet as she takes off her other shoe but before she can do it, she gets hit with a Black Mass! Black unapologetically exits the ring and heads up the ramp as 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 Tostino'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: Four! Count ‘em four! Four weeks ago, the UWF got hit with a serious shot of Canadian pride when Rated ChaRisma hit the scene, and we’re still going strong. We’ve been getting doubters left and right of the show, and we’ve beaten everyone since!
The camera pans over to his co-host, “The Rated R Superstar” Edge, with his latest action figure, messing around with the joints.
Edge: A terrible Conquistador ripoff and a total weeaboo aren’t much to brag about, but your point is still valid, we’ve beaten everyone that’s called out our radtastic show.
Christian: Not only does it show their poor taste in podcasts, it also shows how lazy they are to find something interesting to talk about.
Edge: Right? This is the 2nd time some edgelord tried bringing up my life.
Christian: Crazy, as if that mattered!
Edge: As the cool kids say nowadays, yikes! But what does matter are the results my rat faced friend! We’re currently undefeated as a tag team, and I’m on winning streak of 2, and soon to be, 3! Things are looking up, and we’re guaranteed to be on the Judgement Day card now.
Christian: Of course! Why wouldn’t we? That’d be a sucktastrophy.
Edge: It’d be total assatroy 5000.
Christian: A dumpasorous rex!
Edge: A pooper scooper of a litter box!
Christian: A… well… hmm… it’d just suck, really. But why think of the impossible huh? I gotta ask ya, how’re you feeling going in there with a certified perv?
Edge: Pretty confident, an Impaler DDT here, a Spear there, hey, maybe even a little bit of Edgucation, the certified perv you speak of needs some. But to be fair, after having him come up to me the way he did, I'm about as creeped out as when London and Kendrick carried a cursed ancient skull around them to horrify some UWF corporate dork.
Christian: Really? The Miz is that terrifying?
Edge: F*ck no, those two potheads probably still have the skull, it haunts me every night… but Miz’s weirdo haircut still gives me the creeps too! I mean, have you seen the guy’s fedora phase? That’s a certified look of a sexual harasser, or even worse, a pedophile.
Christian, the master of putting his hand over his forehead and pushing buttons, does the later and brings up an image of terrifying proportions.
Please note: nether Edge and Christian or The Peeple’s Podcast support the act of pedophilla, fedoras, or The Miz. Remember folks, a simple castration of a known predator could save a child from unconsensual diddiling.
Christian: How horrifying, I don’t envy you having to smell his rancid breath that reeks of five hour energy and stupidly expensive coffee.
Edge: Or Maryse!
Christian: Darn right! A repeated low blow, but like you said, someone like The Miz can only repeat himself!
Christian: Toatskis! Our totally rad ownage with that Dwarf Kennedy scared them out of a job! That rules.
Edge: It’ll only be more sweet when I pick up a third victory in a row! Stay tune for that!
With that, the show fades out, and we’re back to Revolution.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
QUIET ON THE SET, CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!
AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!
As the instrumental of "The Man" by The Killers plays over the PA system, a usual mixture of cheers and boos reverberate around the arena, The Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History walking onto the stage alone, foregoing his usual posing and instead opting to just gaze out to the crowd longingly, no emotions showing on his face as he just takes in the imagery.
Finally, Miz begins walking down the ramp, continuing to ignore his usual grandstanding and instead just look at the fans surrounding him on either side, wanting high fives or recording the A-Lister's entrance.
Tony Chimel: "From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 224 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed "Most Must-See Superstar in UWF History", The Miz!"
Miz walks to the steel steps and, before going up them, looks out at the crowd once more, before taking the stairs step by step, taking off his sunglasses to reveal his cold, focused blue eyes. He calmly hands his coat and glasses to a ringside attendant before awaiting the bell to be rung.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
]"You Think You Know Me?"
It’s ELECTRIC as Alter Bridge’s pedal to the metal track “Metalingus” hits the PA Speakers, signaling the “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 241 pounds, he is "The Rated R SUUUperstar", Edge!
Edge gets goosebumps from the ovation, Chimel's awful voice crack, and everything else. 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 walking to the corner, climing the middle ropes and throwing up the Devil Horns once again as his theme yells in stero. Edge is ready for this, and hops down from the post, taking off his shirt and throwing it to ring side
DING! DING!
The bell rings and the two skirt around the edge of the ring, sizing up each other. Edge walks into the middle of the ring, and Edge walks closer up to him. The two then lock up tight in the collar and elbow tie up.
Edge then swings under Miz’s arm and gains a waistlock tight around. Edge then tightens closer and closer to his own, and Miz then hits down to a knee. Edge then picks him up and goes to throw him overhead with a potential German Suplex, but Miz slams down, being stubborn to Edge’s moves.
Tom Phillips: “Not complying one bit here, he wants to have it his way, and certainly not Edge’s.”
After refusing to go over the top of Edge’s head, Miz slides under Edge’s legs and trips him up, making Edge fall head first into the mat. Miz then slides up the body of Edge and gains a headlock tight in on his neck.
Corey Graves: “The headlock! The deadliest move known to man!”
Miz wrenches in almost instantly, first with his fists grinding at Edge’s face, and then by pushing off with his feet and raising himself slightly off the floor. Edge then rolls him over onto his shoulders and the referee counts the fall.
One…
Miz rolls back over into the headlock and then shakes his head and brushes off that pinfall attempt by tightening up the headlock. Edge then smacks the mat to a rhythm for the crowd to follow and then pushes his knees up, gaining him to a taller base.
One foot after another, Edge gains a base up to his feet. He then elbows the Miz twice to weaken him down. He then backs him up to the ropes and bounces him off, loosening the grip and then run straight ahead and then bumping against the opposite ropes.
Edge runs through and springs up for a leapfrog diving over the Miz and then hits the opposite ropes. When returning back, Edge hits the Miz down with a shoulder barge quickly and hitting them down.
Corey Graves: “Boom! Got ‘em. Edge is back on top, just like that.”
Edge then hits the ropes on the side of Miz and then the Miz drops down in front of Edge’s way to block his step, but Edge jumps straight over him. On the other side Edge hits the ropes and then Miz passes him by looking to gain more momentum.
Edge then gains this momentum and is met with a leapfrog by the Miz soaring over the top of Edge and continuing his run. Edge then fastens his arms tight on the top rope and Miz runs straight at him with a clothesline sending Edge out onto the apron.
Tom Phillips: “Out to the apron, let’s see if Miz can capitalize off the weakness of Edge here.”
Miz goes for a punch on Edge but it is quickly reversed by him, and Edge runs straight across the apron and straight up to the top rope. Edge then hits a double axe handle dropping Miz down, and almost instantly when Miz gets back up, Edge strikes him down with a dropkick.
Edge then charges Miz up by waving his arms up, he then hits the ropes and when Miz gets back up, he gets boosted over Edge’s shoulder who grasps both hands over the neck of Miz and drops him down with the Edge O’Matic. He then slides over and the referee counts the fall.
One…
Two…
Corey Graves: “A close fall there but the Miz is still in this one.”
Miz confidently kicks out at two from the powerful move. Edge then sits up, from the force in which Miz kicked out. Edge then leads Miz up by his head to his feet and knees him upon fully getting to his feet.
Edge then throws a punch, and then another, and then Miz is stuck in the corner with seemingly nowhere to go. Edge then takes a step back and lands a splash into the corner and latches his arm over the back of Miz’s head to keep him up.
Tom Phillips: “Edge has had this for a while now, one must wonder if the Miz can get back into this match.”
Edge whips Miz over to the other side of the ring and hits another splash crashing into the corner. Miz collapses down onto the floor and Edge widens his arms, very proud of what damage he’s done to Miz already.
Corey Graves: “Firmly in control here, I reckon Edge might be closing in on a win here, he’s shown incredible control over the Miz, and in all honesty, I don’t know if he can come back from this.”
Once more Edge brings the Miz back up to his feet and then hits an uppercut, which sends Miz backing up into the ropes. Edge then hits the opposite side of the ring’s ropes and then goes to hit a clothesline on the Miz, but the Miz forearms him and stuns him backwards.
Tom Phillips: “Back into the game, but will he be able to capitalise on this?”
Miz then uses the ropes to spring at Edge and runs straight at him with a clothesline striking him straight down to the mat. Miz then signals for him to get up, and Edge isn’t tired so he does so looking for vengeance.
Miz then hits him down with another clothesline, and Edge then crawls over into the corner and shuffles himself back up. Miz then runs over to the corner and jumps up and lands his Awesome Clothesline crashing him down. The Miz stays there for a little more time and then stays there posing off to the crowd.
Edge then crawls up to one knee and the Miz climbs out from the ropes and heads over to him. He pushes Edge’s foot down so Edge is kneeling down on two knees, and takes a step back and begins to charge himself up.
Corey Graves: “Wait, wait, wait. Hold up guys. I think we’re about to be graced by the world famous It Kicks!”
Miz swings with the first. And then he swings for the second. And then he swings for the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth… he charges up the crowd and he swings around and hits the roundhouse kick to finish off the It Kicks.
Miz then collapses over Edge and hooks the leg for the cover for the fall, seeing if he can put away Miz with the world famous It Kicks.
One…
Two…
Edge puts his foot on the ropes to force the referee to stop the count. Miz is confused as he doesn’t see the foot on the ropes and then the referee points it out to him. Annoyed that this didn’t put him away, Miz drags Edge up to his feet and hooks under both of the arms.
Before Edge falls to the Skull Crushing Finale he clenches down his arms, but knowing that Edge is about to reverse this move and he folds into Edge with a small package rollup on him, looking for the referee to make this done.
One…
Edge kicks out and the two sprawl backup to their feet. Edge then exchanges a forearm over to Miz and Miz returns one straight back to Edge. Edge whips The Miz over to the ropes and hits a clothesline overtaking him over the top rope.
Edge then bounces off the opposite side of the ring and connects in with him with a suicide dive connecting together. Edge then drags The Miz straight back up to his feet and then whips him into the apron.
One...
Edge then connects a forearm onto The Miz and then twirls him around and makes him crash really hard into the apron once more.
Tom Phillips: “Legend has it, that right there is the hardest part of the ring.”
Corey Graves: “Oh please, Tom. Look around you at that ring, ring posts, steel steps, all a part of the ring, and you’re worrying about the apron, jesus.”
Two…
Edge then hooks around the back of the Miz’s neck and leads him around the ring. He then throws the Miz straight towards the barricade and connects by almost cannonballing at it.
Three…
Edge begins to stomp straight at the midsection of the Miz and starts to continue to do it, one after another, after another, after another, and another, and another-
Tom Phillips: “Relentless.”
Four…
...after another, after another, after another, after another… and one more for luck. Edge then picks the Miz back up from the ground and whips him into the steel steps and quickly rolls back into the ring.
Five…
Six…
The Miz starts to recover on the outside of the ring and slowly begins to crawl closer and closer towards the ring. He then collapses down as he has made it to the ring apron covers.
Seven…
He uses the covers to aid him climbing up the to the apron, he places his left foot onto the apron and then suddenly slides into the ring with both. Edge rushes him after he manages to get back in and begins to stomp away at the grounded Miz.
Tom Phillips: “All of that effort to manage to get back into the ring, just for Edge to capitalise, it’s a scummy but smart move from Edge.”
Edge then pulls Miz back up to his feet and instantly locks him into a headlock and then kneels to tighten the hold up.
The Miz then throws his arms against the midsection of Edge and then spins him around, and lifts him up for a belly to back suplex. Miz rolls over Edge and hooks the legs quickly to see if this will put Edge to be put away.
One…
Edge kicks out but Miz quickly gets to the ropes to help him get himself up. The Miz then pulls Edge up to his feet to meet him up on his feet. The Miz hits the ropes and runs straight back at Edge.
Corey Graves: “Potentially a big move coming up from the Miz here!”
He then boots Edge in the midsection to clutch him down and to step backwards and hits a knee lift on his face, then drops him down with a neckbreaker. He then covers both legs and the referee counts the fall.
One…
Two…
Edge kicks out at two after suffering the Reality Check. Miz rolls off him and pulls him straight up to their feet. Miz then takes Edge over to the corner and leans back the head of Edge to clear his chest.
Miz then draws back with his arm and then strikes viciously at Edge’s chest. He holds his head back, to stop him moving, and then draws back once more and strikes at the chest of Edge once more.
Corey Graves: “Playing some nice hommage to Ric Flair right here from the A Lister, the Miz.”
Miz then lays a boot into Edge to keep him still in the corner. He runs to the other side of the ring and then hits back with a massive dropkick connecting with Edge, and then he heads back over to the corner and hits another corner dropkick.
He then runs once more towards the corner and returns with a huge dropkick connecting with Edge. Edge collapses down to the floor and the Miz drags him back up to his feet. He then hits the back of Edge with his forearm just to inflict a bit more pain.
Edge then got dragged underneath the legs of the Miz and gets lifted up onto his shoulders, and then bounced his back off the top rope, and then slams him down with a Slingshot Powerbomb. Miz pushes up the body of Edge for the referee to count the fall.
One…
Two…
Thr-
Tom Phillips: “Very, very close there. He almost had him there.”
Just before three Edge manages to kick out from the high impact Slingshot Powerbomb and then Miz is frustrated with how close he got, so pushes Edge away vigorously. Miz then slaps the mat twice and heads over to the corner.
He spreads his arms out and charges up Edge to his signature move. He underhooks both of Edge’s arms and then smashes him down to the mat with a Skull Crushing Finale! He hooks both the legs for the referee to count the fall.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, The Miz!”
The Miz rolls off Edge and climbs up to the second rope to celebrate his victory and to wave his arms up in the air in excitement of knocking off Edge. Edge rolls out of the ring to the floor as there’s one more shot of Miz as Revolution fades to black.
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CREDITS
Promos- Respective TT’ers
Miz/Edge- Semi
Black/White- Jye
Everything else- Dres
CONFIRMED FOR JUDGMENT DAY
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Drew Gulak(c) vs. Aleister Black
INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Rick Rude(c) vs. Elix Skipper
LUMBERJACK UWF CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Larry Sweeney(c) vs. The Miz
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