Revolution 2/12/19 Edition

[Dres]

Bischoff: Austin, you can’t say that we didn’t warn you. And now, trouble has came to your front door. You started this war, now we plan on finishing it. Scott and Kevin? That’s just the beginning. We’re not planning on bringing back the nWo just so that almost every member of the UWF can join like other iterations may have had...we will only accept the true elite among the UWF to join us. And yes, I said accept. We won’t have to go looking for members, they will come running to us to join our ranks. Matter of fact, we’ve already had a few applicants and we’ve only been here for one week!

Everyone and I mean everyone is sick and tired of the way you’re running things. You can hear it in the fans, Austin. They’re cheering for us. A little more every day. What does that say about your managerial skills? Not much, I’ll tell you that. I mean, come on, you put your hands on your top talents! All that did was open up a door for us, so, thank you. I know, I know, you’re asking yourself what door could that have possibly opened for us...and it’s simple…



We can get even.



That’s right. The board of directors won’t place any infractions upon us try and hold us accountable if we choose to get even with you. I mean, look at how they’re just turning the other cheek with you. What they’re hoping for is that their PR guy is assuming it will all blow over...and they’re dead wrong. We don’t know when it will happen, you don’t know when it will happen, the board doesn’t know, and these fans don’t even know when we will get our revenge. I know Rick for one is still fuming about it. He had to play it cool for a week, just so that we could pull the fast one on you that we did. Rumor has it, Austin has been cooped up in his office at the house shows, also been spending a lot of time at UWF HQ. Nobody has heard what he has to say about the nWo’s arrival...but we all know that he’s shaking in his boots, deep down. And that truly is too...sweet.

Ladies and gentlemen, please, allow me to be the first to welcome you to the New World Order regime. We promise you that things will start to improve with your weekly episodic wrestling program. We promise you that “Stone Cold” Steve Austin will be kept in check. And we also promise you that we will never back down from taking it right to those who abuse their power.

I know all the cheap tricks and underhanded tactics that management can try and pull in the back. That’s why we are resorting to old school warfare tactics. This little bit that I’m doing here? That’s chump change for us. All we have to do is buy up a little air time for a normal lame-o commercial, and the UWF doesn’t have a choice but to air what we pay for. Rumor has it, the b-show may not be around too much longer...hell...we might even buy up that charter and have our own program. How ironic would it be for the same people that Austin was holding back to join the nWo’s show and end up kicking Revolution’s ass in the ratings? Ha! There would be no better justice served than that. But hey, I might be giving up too much information here. Now the UWF lawyers are going frantically scrambling trying to find a way to keep us from having our own show….until then...we might as well just make ourselves right at home and make Austin’s life a living hell.



A cheesy “ding” is heard as Bischoff flashes his big grin. The camera pans over to Rude, Hall and Nash with some nWo merch in their hands.







Nash: And if you act now, you can own these very cool Outsiders t-shirts! Just head over to nwoshop.com and you can buy up on all the cool new merchandise that we have. Tired of that ragged, old Y2J t-shirt that never really meant that much to you? Throw it in the trash and put on one of the wickedly cool nWo t-shirts. They come in “Bad-Guys 2XL”



Hall: And for the even bigger dudes...too tall or too buff? Try on one of the “Big Sexy 3XLs” on for size.



Rude: Ya know guys, millions of men across the world suffer from the same thing...I know for a fact that I do not, I don’t know about you guys….but some guys have the problem of stepping out of the shower and getting a bit too cold, if ya know what I mean...if you’re one of those guys...OR...if you really wanna spice up the bedroom life, try one of the new “Ravishing” bath robes. I know your ladies will certainly love it, you’ll thank me later for the wild night ahead of you. Ladies, don’t think we’ve forgotten about you, all of our merchandise comes in ladies’ sizes.



Nash: Except for plus size! No fat chicks! Ha!



Rude: Ladies, get your very own nWo t-shirts, lingerie, tanktops...you name it, we’ve got it. And if you’re feeling like you just can’t get enough of your favorite nWo superstars, we’ve even got towels that we’ve wiped our sweat with.



Hall: Talk about your 50 shades of black and white! We know that there’s a market for you real freaks out there, so let us be your supplier. Screw that UWF merch. Who wants a Miz t-shirt anyways?



Nash: And if you order now, you’ll get free shipping on every order over $50.



All: 4-Life!











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, I can’t think of a better way to get people excited for the upcoming tag division than the two stellar tag bouts we’ve got on deck.

Tom Phillips: An added bonus for sure. But believe me when I say Austin’s main motivation was knocking his enemies down a peg.

Corey Graves: Well whether that happens or not remains to be seen. Speaking of Austin, he’ll be on none other than Miz TV tonight.

Tom Phillips: We also have El Desperado taking on a minion of Dr. Cube, the formerly retired Milano Collection A.T.

Corey Graves: And we’ll also see Triple H take on Ciampa. The road to the Royal Rumble continues right here on Revolution!

DING DING!

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

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!

As Despy arrives at the end of the ramp, he sets down his guitar and enters the ring to get ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



As his theme music begins to play, Milano Collection A.T. comes out with a mini Italian flag as he begins to make his way to the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Milan, Italy. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-seven pounds. Milano Collection A.T.!

Milano enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Despy connects with a thumb to the eye. As Milano holds his eye, Despy stomps on his foot, hooking his head and going for a suplex but as he lifts, Milano lands a body shot to stop Despy’s momentum and instead connects with a suplex of his own. When impact is made, Milano keeps the hold he has on his opponent as he manages to kip up, holding Despy in the position he had him in before impact, as he falls in the opposite direction, dropping Despy front first onto the mat.

As Despy pops up after impact is made, Milano charges him and connects with a Shining Kick, the crowd audibly cringing at the impact as Milano goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Despy gets the shoulder up as Milano gets up off of him. As Despy climbs to his feet, Milano goes for another Shining Kick but Despy moves out of the way and Milano goes through the ropes but manages to land on the apron. As he lands, he turns around quickly grabbing the top rope as he leans back and launches himself over it but as he does, Despy goes for a forearm.

Milano scouts this and turns his body, avoiding the forearm and landing behind Despy as he throws an elbow back, catching his opponent in the spine. Milano reaches back, hooking Despy around the neck as he falls forward to his knees, causing Despy’s head and neck to whip back before staggering towards the ropes.

Tom Phillips: Brutal impact there.

Corey Graves: I don’t know much about Milano Collection A.T. but he’s keeping up well.

Despy catches himself on the ropes as Milano hooks both of his arms behind him, lifting him up and dropping him forward, also falling down himself so that when they land, Milano’s knees are driven into Despy’s midsection, a move known as the Double Chicken Double Knee Gutbuster. Milano goes for the cover again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Despy gets the shoulder up again as Milano gets off of him. As Despy gets up, Milano charges at him as Despy grabs him and hoists him up, turning and planting him with a spinebuster. Staying on him, Despy grabs Milano and pulls him to his feet, putting his head between his legs and applying a double underhook to the arms, turning and lifting as he faceplants him with a Pinche Loco.

Despy gets up and grabs Milano’s leg now, applying the Numero Dos as he bends the opponent’s leg around the back of his neck and locks his hands together, Milano writhing in the hold and desperately trying to get a rope break. Milano is gradually making his way over to the rope but as he’s fingertips from it, suddenly it’s pulled away from him. As he looks to see who’s holding the rope, he’s now face-to-face with the UFC Champion.

Tom Phillips: That’s Minoru Suzuki!

Corey Graves: Where’d he come from?

Despy pulls Milano away from the ropes now and goes back to cranking on the hold. Milano has no choice as he taps out.

DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a submission, El Desperado!

As Despy releases the hold, Suzuki enters the ring. Suzuki grabs Milano and puts his head between his legs, picking him up and stalling for a moment before spiking him hard on his head with a Gotch Style Piledriver! As Suzuki nailed his finisher, Despy went to the time keeper's area to get a mic, he gives the mic to Suzuki who chuckles and starts talking

Oh, Larry Sweeney..... you took my fight away from me... someone has to fill that spot of facing me in the ring you know....

Suzuki laughs 

But now... now I fear just fighting you won't satisfy my needs! I need to take on the whole damn roster! Hahahaha, UWF roster, I'm putting myself in the Royal Rumble... I'm coming for each and every one of you, Hahahahaahahahah.



Suzuki starts laughing like the maniac he is, just staring at the hard cam and laughing without moving his head, a few moments pass and he finally winds down and begins to leave, throwing the mic on the floor and stepping on Milano's lifeless body as Revolution heads elsewhere

The scene opens up in a place we haven’t been able to see for a while, the home of one Mike Mizanin, alongside his wife Maryse and daughter Monroe, however, all is quiet. The phone of Mike lighting up revealing a background of him and his wife standing side-by-side on the beach with the time reading “4:19 AM”, a singular notification listed about a reminder. The silence is broken, though, as the microphone picks up a soft sound, a partial beat from a song. The camera moves in closer, revealing an open door leading out to the garage, where the song becomes much more clear as they step into the “room”.

”There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down”

And as a small light emanating from a lamp shows, Miz is busy training, again, although only doing some light exercise, going hard on a stationary bicycle as the song continues to play in the background, and Miz stares off, away from where the camera is focusing. As he just keeps going, the viewpoint pans over to where Miz was looking, and where once was a picture of the Intercontinental Championship a little less than a year ago, now sits four images: the first, a shot taken at a live event of Larry Sweeney, holding up the UWF Championship with a giant red X being placed over top of it, with the only exception being the championship as the cross that would’ve gone through it has been shifted into a circle going near perfectly around the belt.

The second, a picture of him, Maryse, and his father alongside some other family members at his wedding, everyone in the picture looking proper, looking satisfied with their lives, even if it was for that small moment.

The third, is another shot from a live event, this time of him and Chris Jericho standing together after a tag team match, with a red circle on Jericho’s face and the words “He needs you” written underneath in the same coloring.

The final one, is of Maryse carrying Monroe Sky, just days after her birth, another moment where it seemed everything was perfect, even if only for the brief second that the picture was taken…
Either way, they’re all connected, a thumbtack with string looping around to each as though it was a conspiracy board before bringing it around to one word written above them all:

HAPPINESS?

”I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision”

The sound of the pedaling alongside Miz’s heavy breathing is the only noise that goes alongside the song, constant sounds of the bike chains tossing and turning as sweat is pouring from Miz’s body, his gaze still sharp and focused on that one word overseeing the images, the music, everything going on inside the room. Suddenly, the chains stop spinning, and the heavy breathing lightens as the song comes to a near perfect end-

”Everybody wants to rule the w-”

Before it can finish, Miz is up and turning the radio off, wiping off his forehead with a washcloth left lying on the table before moving over to the board and staring at the word even closer than before. Miz looks down, and takes a piece of paper before pinning it to the wall with another thumbtack, then tying string around it the same as the others, and looping it over to the overarching word. Swiftly turning, Miz faces outwards to find another light, the phone going off again. Turning off the lamp, the garage is left in darkness as Miz leaves, closing the door behind him. The camera adjusts to the darkness, and is barely able to pick up what the image is, and what it reads on it.



A-LISTER? PROVE IT.

DING DING!

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

The White Stripes’s “Icky Thump" hits the PA System, and after a few moments of the song kicking in, out comes "Captain Charisma" Christian and the, “Rated R Superstar” Edge! Both men walk down the entrance ramp and make their way to the ring, smug and cocky as ever.



Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-three pounds. Representing Sweet ‘n Sour Inc. The team of Edge and Christian!

As Edge slides into the ring, Christian takes his sweet time stepping up the steel steps and into the ring, leaping onto the middle turnbuckles and pointing at his eyes, only to point back to the fans, slapping his chest, and putting a hand over his forehead to scout out his Peeps. He goes over to the opposite turnbuckle and does the very same, smiling a confident smile as Edge steps up on the ropes and throws up the “Devil Horns”. As Christian leaps down, both men start getting ready.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents...

”NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD ORDER!”



As the infamous theme begins to play over the PA system, the arena is bathed in black, white, and grey light as the two men responsible for the incarnation of the group come strutting out from the back.



Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of six hundred and fifteen pounds. Representing the New World Order. The team of Scott Hall and Kevin Nash, The Outsiders!

As both men arrive at the end of the ramp, they head up the steps and enter the ring. Before the match can start, each man has a microphone which means they no doubt have something to say.

Hall: Hey, monkey in the back. Cut our music! Here in a second, you’re gonna see some good old fashioned tag team wrestling that’s going to knock the socks off of everybody watching here and at home. Come to think of it, I think I heard something about a tag team division starting up around here? With me and Big Kev, nobody is going to stand a chance. Austin, if you think that you can just throw your weight around because you’re some kind of manager? Let me let you in on a little secret...you can’t snuff out the nWo. You know how I know? Well, back at nWo-central, we’re conducting a little survey.



Hall and Nash give each other a smirk as most of the crowd boo, but still a few cheer.



Hall: It’s real simple. Either you’re with us, or you’re against us, as I’ve said before. Now...with all of that being said. How many of you came here to see….”Stone Cold” Steve Austin?



The crowd lets out a huge pop. Hall and Nash exchange a look and then shrug their shoulders.



Hall: Whaya think Kev?



Nash: Eh, I’d give it a solid 5 out of 10.



Hall starts to laugh.



Hall: Alright, alright, alright...now for the real question...how many of you all came to see the…



Crowd: N! W! O!



Hall: Looks like one for the good guys!



Hall hands off the microphone to Nash.



Nash: Hey assholes, did ya miss me?! What’s it been? A year? Two years? Yeah, I really don’t care. What I do care about is taking care of business. And I don’t know any other way of taking care of business than making a statement. Last week was a pretty damn good statement. But obviously, Austin isn’t taking us seriously just yet. Naturally, I would assume me and Scott will be added to this new tag team division. So, the nWo already has the Intercontinental Championship. Give us a few weeks and we will have the Tag Team Championships. And later this month, the nWo will have the Royal Rumble winner added to its ranks. And you’re looking at him, right here! That’s right! Big Sexy Kevin Nash is entering in the Royal Rumble. And that’s just too sweeeeeeeet!

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, the two teams begin discussing who is going to start things off. On the Sweet ‘n Sour side, it’s decided that Christian will start as Edge steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. On the NWO side, it’s decided that Nash will start as Scott Hall steps through the ropes and stands on the apron.

The excitement is at a fever pitch as the two men go to lock up but then stop. Christian puts up one finger and tells Nash to hang on a second. Nash puts his hands on his hips as Christian begins doing jumping jacks.

Tom Phillips: What in the world is he doing?

Corey Graves: I guess he neglected to warm up.

As Edge counts aloud from the apron, Christian does five because as one-half of the masters of the pose lasting that many seconds, why would he do more? Christian gives Nash a thumbs up as the two begin to circle each other and actually lock-up this time. Nash quickly utilizes the power game and throws Christian into the ropes.

Christian comes off the ropes and as he does, Nash is the one to put up one finger and tell Christian to hang on this time as Christian stops his momentum. Christian puts his hands on his hips as Nash begins to do stretches.

Tom Phillips: Oh, come on!

Corey Graves: What? It’s important to stretch, Phillips! Helps prevent injury!

With each stretch, Nash does two seconds, for maximum sweetness. After all of his limbs have been stretched, Nash gives Christian a thumbs up as Christian delivers a kick to the stomach. Nash holds his stomach with both hands, screaming as loud as he can as he falls to his knees and slinks down, putting his forehead to the mat and burying his face as one hand is still holding his stomach while the other is making a fist and pounding the mat.

Nash rises back up to his knees, still crying in excruciating pain as Christian goes to punch him but Nash puts up his hands, pleading with him to not hit him. Christian stops dead in his tracks as Nash points to Hall, begging to tag out to him because of the pain he’s in. Christian obliges as Nash scoots over to the corner on his knees and tags in the, “Bad Guy”.

Tom Phillips: I’m disgusted. They’re making a mockery of Austin trying to turn them against each other.

Corey Graves: What are you talking about? Clearly Kevin Nash has ring rust and Christian feels guilty for putting too much charisma into that kick so he graciously let him tag out. It’s called respecting your elders.

As Hall enters the ring, he walks over to Christian and takes the toothpick out of his mouth, flicking it at him. As the toothpick makes contact with Christian’s chest, he clutches it as if he’s been shot by a bullet as he staggers back towards the ropes and takes a seat on the middle one.

After a moment to take a breather, Christian gets up, his legs and arms trembling as he heads over to Scott Hall. Once he gets there, he lowers his hand, still breathing heavily as Scott backs away, putting his hands up as he heads over to his corner and tags Nash back in.

As Nash re-enters the ring, he goes for a big boot nowhere near Christian but Christian takes a back bump as though it hit him. He rolls over onto his stomach and desperately starts to army crawl over to the corner as Edge is up on the rope, eagerly reaching into the ring towards Christian.

Tom Phillips: I can’t bring myself to call anymore of this.

Corey Graves: I know what you mean. My voice has almost given out from screaming at the top of my lungs for this barnburner!

Christian finally tags Edge as he enters the ring and starts slowly running towards Nash as Nash, just as slowly, is gesturing for him to bring it. Edge goes for a slow-mo punch and connects as Nash gradually sits down and then lays down. Hall enters the ring and starts slowly running towards Edge as Edge slowly runs towards him.

Edge connects with another slow-mo punch as Scott gradually sits down and then lays down. Edge now heads over to the nearest corner and crouches down.

Corey Graves: Edge came in like a house of fire and now he’s looking to put the exclamation point on this story!

As Nash gets up, both men still doing everything slowly, Edge runs at him but then stops, instead kicking Nash in the stomach and hitting him with a Stone Cold Stunner! Upon “impact”, Nash falls back to the mat as Edge covers him.

Corey Graves: Edge with the Stunner! Nash is down!

ONE!

NO!

Nash gets the shoulder up and Edge gets up, he can’t believe that he not only survived the devastating maneuver, but got up after a one count. Edge scrambles out of the ring and jogs over to where the officials are, grabbing a microphone as he heads over to Christian and begins interviewing him.

Edge: What are we going to do, Christian? Kevin kicked out of the end-all, be-all of wrestling finishing moves.

Christian: Well, Edge, I guess we’ll have to pull a trick from their old book.

Edge nods as he drops the microphone and slides back into the ring. As he walks up to Nash, he goes to jab him in the chest with his pointer finger but Nash goes for the same thing as they both poke each other at the same time, both men falling dramatically to the mat.

Corey Graves: Double Fingerpoke of Doom!

As both men are lying on the mat, Hall walks over like he’s going to attack Edge but Christian heads over to stop him. Both men then engage in what just occurred between their tag partners and now find themselves on the mat as well.

Corey Graves: Another Double Fingerpoke of Doom!

The referee, confused but having to do his job since neither legal man is getting up, begins the count.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

Corey Graves: What’s going to happen? Such anticipation!

FOUR!


FIVE!


SIX!

Corey Graves: All four men are dead to the world!

SEVEN!


EIGHT!

Corey Graves: No regrets! These competitors have left everything in the ring!

NINE!


TEN!

DING DING!

Tony Chimel: As a result of neither man being able to answer the ten count, this match is a draw!

The crowd boos as all four men get up and take a bow. The fans are pelting them with cups and popcorn and various trash, but they’re smiling through it, as Revolution heads elsewhere.

The scene opens backstage, Renee Young is standing by alongside with The Miz, no introductions given as the crowd are already hot, happy to be hearing from him once again.



Renee: “Miz after last week’s ending to the main event between you and Elix Skipper, I was hoping to get your guys’ thoughts on that match. Now, I couldn’t get a hold of Elix, but-”

Miz: “Renee, last week’s main event was intense. It was fast-paced, even the referee got enthralled with us facing off and, quite frankly, I can’t blame him. Even I was excited just walking down that ramp to face him, because while I’ve had my fair share of main event matches over these past few months, I can safely say that few of those compare to that match. But then...then you have Eric Bischoff putting his nose in Elix and I’s business. Now, am I saying that it wasn’t at all Elix’s fault for getting attacked? No, he was the one who went to confront Eric, and I can’t blame him for doing so, but it was still a cheap tactic to be bringing in even more of his buddies, since apparently Rick Rude isn’t man enough as is to retain his Intercontinental Champion, so now he has two more henchmen to make sure he keeps that gold...hmm, reminds me of someone…”

Miz sarcastically takes up a thinking pose, him and the fans knowing full well exactly who he is thinking of.

Renee: “Well, you may not like what he’s done, but is it not exactly what you had done just a few months ago? Is it not hypocritical for you to be condemning him for doing the same things that you did?”

Miz: “It is, Renee, and I am glad that you brought that up, because it lets me tell something to the rest of the roster. Calling me out for doing the same things that Rude has done, that is one thing that I can own up to because it is exactly what I did. When I brought in Gunn and Kidman, I hadn’t exactly planned for them to become…..whatever they became, I had planned for them to be expendables who could take hits so I’d go in, retain the title, and have it be all about me...but that was also so very long ago, and between then and now there’s been quite the changes in the landscape of not just the UWF, but in my life. I mean, between then and now I’ve faced new, challenging opponents, I’ve been given the opportunity to prove to the doubters about my status as a respectable name in Hollywood, and I’ve main evented far more than I did back then...but I also realized that, it isn’t just about me.”

It’s surprising, but also refreshing that Miz is being completely sincere with what he is saying, taking a second to slow down and take a breath before continuing.

Miz: “With guys like Kevin Steen, Jimmy Jacobs, and especially Chris Jericho coming and going, it acted as a wakeup call for me, telling me that I could leave at any time, go to Hollywood or go to take care of my baby girl and my wife...and nothing would change. And that got hammered into me at Judgement Day when Edge & Christian joined with Sweet ‘n’ Sour Incorporated, that no matter who faced Larry...there’d be something, somebody, some-whatever to save him, even when the odds are stacked against him. Now, I could’ve just taken my ball and gone home if I wanted to, and trust me, I thought about doing it...but then, of all things, there was a fan on Twitter who sent me a quote...and of all the things that it could have been, of all of the things sent to me on Twitter, on Instagram, and any other social media that I am on...this one stuck with me. I still remember it too, in full.”

Miz takes a pause once again, looking away from Renee and closing his eyes.

Miz: “There are always signs that a reign is ending, and they are usually spotted not in the king himself but in his court. In the inner circle, latent jealousies between advisers spill into open conflict, as they angrily debate who is to blame for the calamity, chewing over each other's past errors and pointing the finger at old and nascent enemies.”

Miz takes another deep breath, and looks back at Renee.

Renee: “Wow, I think I’ve heard that before, actually, isn’t that-”

Miz: “Hanna Rosin.”

Renee: “I thought as much, but how exactly does that do to relate to you?”

Miz: “Do you not see it, Renee? It’s pretty obvious, look around at the title scenes. The Television Championship is held by The Sumerian Death Squad, the Intercontinental Championship by The Anti-Austin Alliance, the NWO, whatever they want to call themselves this week...and then the UWF Championship-”

It’s clear Renee is getting agitated with Miz seeming to roundabout his way to avoid her question, and starts to raise her voice at Miz.

Renee: “Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc, but AGAIN, how does this relate?”

Miz: “It relates because it details how each of those titles are going to change hands! I thought about it all wrong the entire time, thought that in order to take down Larry Sweeney I had to get rid of him, but really, all I need to do is sit back, let them fight amongst each other since, let’s face it, seeing as who is in that group, it is only a matter of time until the egos of Edge, Christian, and Kyle O’Reilly clash against each other. Sweeney can try all the damage control he wants, but I’ve seen it before, either he’ll be too focused on that to properly defend his championships, or focus on saving the gold while his kingdom collapses in on itself, and that is when someone, whether it be me or Minoru Suzuki or anybody else, will take the gold away from Sweeney-”

Renee: ”BUT HOW IS THAT RELATING TO YOU?! HOW DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH YOU?!”

Miz blinks after Renee interrupted him, and looks at Renee for a second in silence.

Miz: “I never said it related to me, I said that it stuck with me. There’s a big difference there.”

Renee just facepalms in response to this, not even sure of how to respond.

Miz: “I mean, either way it still does make sense, doesn’t it?”

Renee: “Sadly...it does make sense, but what does that say about you. I thought you were so headstrong in taking down Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc, and now you’re saying you’re going to just hang back and let them collapse on their own?”

Miz: “Oh, no no no, I said that it is something I could do, but if I do that and swoop in to get the scraps, well, that doesn’t make me any better than Sweeney himself, so no, I’m still going to take absolutely every chance I can get to deal some damage towards their egos and help in their decline, but right now, right now I have to be focused on winning the Royal Rumble so that way I can even GET the title shot against Larry Sweeney. If I don’t win that match, after all, then all my talk is for naught.”

Renee: “Well, then what happens if you lose the Royal Rumble?”

Miz’s face turns a deathly serious as Renee says that, as if Miz himself is both unsure of the answer but also a slight bit curious at how to answer it.

Miz: “I’d rather not think about that, Renee...but to answer you...I’m not entirely sure myself. I mean, I’d love to still compete at Wrestlemania, I’m sure that everyone in the UWF would love to, but what would I do? Go after the Intercontinental Championship again? A full year would have passed and all that I’d have to show for it is going in a circle, and getting right back to where I was previously. No, I’d need something different...something new, something challenging to do…you know what? I’ll get back to you on that one Renee, for now though, I have to focus on the present, so I better be on my way, and back to my training.”

Without another word, Miz walks off-screen, leaving Renee a tad bewildered as the camera feed goes elsewhere…

The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage - in what looks to be a board room of sorts. Perhaps one used for meetings with the local sports team that plays at that arena. Who knows? Ordinarily off-limits to the wrestling talent when the UWF rents the building, strings have been pulled, palms have been greased, and tonight, Sweet n’ Sour Inc. has the place to themselves. Edge, Christian, Larry and Kyle are gathered around, each with stacks of papers and files in front of them. Sweeney clears his throat and kicks off the meeting



Sweeney: Gentlemen, thank you for joining me. Obviously we’ve all got some other business to attend to tonight, but before we get to that, I think it’s important we consider all the possibilities that the future holds. We all know the boys from Resistance are coming in once their bum-league B-Show closes shop. What I’m wondering is whether or not there’s anyone good enough among that crowd for us to consider adding to the ranks of Sweet n’ Sour Inc. We’re an esteemed organization, but as far as I’m concerned, the doors are always open to a good business deal. Hell, just last week I signed Daniel Puder - mostly just to piss off Dana White, but hey, Kyle’s got a new training partner, so that’s a net positive, ain’t it? How’s that goin, by the way?

Larry turns to the Diabetic Dragon.

KO’R: I’ve got him running laps of the arena.

Sweeney: Geez, really? It’s like forty below outside.

KO’R: Then I guess he better run fast.

Larry nods. Slowly. Wondering if he maybe he shouldn’t have left Puder to Kyle, but also not really caring enough to say anything else on the subject. He carries on with the meeting.

Sweeney: Fellas, you’ll find a file on every member of the Resistance roster in front of ya’s. I thought we could browse over a few of ‘em real quick, alright? Like uh… for starters… how about this Kaval guy? Huh? Forget his goofball buddies. We don’t need them. Is there something to this Kung-Fu tough guy gimmick? Whaddya think?



Edge: I’m a Bruce Lee kinda guy at heart, gotta admit. Who doesn’t love a good Shaolin Monk eh? But look at the guy’s record. Yeah he’s got a couple of wins, but he’s practically Elix Skipper with a serious attitude. One week he’s Low Ki, the next Kaval. Give it a month and he’ll be someone else.

Christian: We’ve already got Kyle here for that sweet MMA style too. We could reach out to the identity crisis fans out there but… that’s counter productive. That’s a no from us.

Sweeney: Wow. Yeah. Excellent points fellas. Kyle, anything to add?



KO’R: I don’t even know who Kaval is, but I can already tell that I hate his guts.

Sweeney: That settles it then. Big KIBOSH for Kaval. Ha! Sayanora!

Larry crumples up the file and tosses it over his shoulder. Maybe it lands in a trash bin. Maybe it doesn’t. He pulls up the next one, sees that it says “Vinny Marseglia”, tears it to shreds, and moves along.

Sweeney: Oh. Now this is interesting. Fresh meat in the tag team division. We’ve got Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson. They’re on a hot streak. But then again, what good are a cupla junkies to us? These Villainous Dreams on the other hand… a couple of grade-A pricks, sure. But what to you two make of them, huh? What’s your read on that Resistance tag team scene?

Edge peeks his head over to get a real good look at Hardy and Juice’s files. The sight of Jeff makes him roll his eyes.

Edge: Talk about a waste of paper and ink, no doubt those two are swapping needles. To think, Jeff’s so despicable he’s getting these young kids into that type of junk. Damn shame too. That’s a no from me.

Christian: Wasn’t Marty Scurll from Villainous Dreams that doofus who asked for a Deathmatch against he who will not be named, and lost, only to cry about it later?

Edge: The very same, that’s a no as well. The Dream kid’s got some spunk but, talking 24/7 about how he’s being held down has it’s limits when you’re not doing anything about it, unlike us here in Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc.!, am I right fellas?

Larry chuckles, nods in agreement, and carries on, fingering through the files as he goes…

Sweeney: Steiner… too old. Havoc… too God-awful. Sydal… too peppy. McIntyre… too Scottish. Gunn… damaged goods. Geez. Is there even anyone left?

KO’R: Kenny Omega?

Sweeney: Ha! Kenny Omega? You really think I’d let that ungrateful punk back into the fold? No. No way. Notta chance. If Kenny knew what was good for him, he woulda come crawling back, begging for a second chance when Sweet n’ Sour was just starting to take Revolution by storm. Instead, what did he do? He goes to Resistance and tries to make a name for himself, proves he’s the best, and now he’s just waltzin’ on back tryin’ to take my world title? It’s… it’s downright unfathomable! The gall on this kid! Uh-uh. We’re gonna run him over. The road to Wrestlemania is gonna get paved on top of him! Ha! Yeah! That’ll show him! Kenny Omega needs Sweet n’ Sour! He needed us to break into the UWF in the first place! We don’t need him! NEXT!

Edge and Christian think to themselves. A hard think. Almost giving off a hard stare, but that’d be rude. Not about that life, Edge crosses his arms and leans back, letting out a breath of air.

Edge: Stating the facts like usual Sweeney, but we’re really kicking up dust trying to find a new member. The only guy you didn’t bring up was Jimmy Uso-

Christian: -Which was a great call-

Edge: -But maybe we’re not looking in the right place. You said it yourself, it’s a complete B- show with D+ talent, at best… I think the problem is where we’re looking.

Sweeney: Boys, I couldn’t agree more. What are we if not the cream of the crop? The best of the best? I think we safely send these files down the shredder and not lose too much sleep over it. But let’s keep our eyes peeled. You just never know when an opportune moment is gonna pop up.

But hey, you’ve two have a match, we’ve got a match. Austin thinks he’s got us against the ropes, but let’s get out there and remind him who this show really belongs to, shall we?

The crew gets up from the table, shakes hands like some classy ass businessmen and then head off to get into their gear. They’ve got big plans for Revolution. The show continues elsewhere.

The cameras head to the back where Tomasso Ciampa looks to be readying himself up for his match against Triple H tonight.

Tommaso Ciampa: “UWF Universe. In case you’re wondering why I’m appearing upon your screens right now, I’ll get this over and done with.”

Tomasso takes a breath. There is a feeling that something big is about to happen.

Tommaso Ciampa: “Ladies and Gentleman, I face Triple H tonight. Someone that has been a mentor to me in the past. Someone that has helped me on my journey. Someone that I have respect for but that doesn’t mean that I’m not gonna beat his ass and get the W. I returned to the UWF for one thing and one thing only; to be victorious.”



Tommaso Ciampa: “And that’s why, I am entering myself into the Royal Rumble!”

Ciampa grins into the camera, he then continues on.

Tommaso Ciampa: “As I said in my return promo, I’m not here to kid around and I’m not here to be taken lightly. I’m here to win. Some of you may be doubtful, some of you may think that I’m going to boss the Rumble but by now, I’m sure you all know how I plan to win..”

Ciampa holds up his folder once again - Project: Ciampa alongside a slight crowd pop in the arena.

Tommaso Ciampa: “Once again, Project: Ciampa will lead me to victory. It worked against Jay White, it’ll work against Triple H and I can promise you that it will work in the Royal Rumble. Project: Ciampa is a-go once again and it’s about take its next major step in carrying me to the top of the company as well as to the top of the professional wrestling industry.”



“Triple H, you’re the second to get a taste of what’s gonna happen at Royal Rumble and I wish you luck. You’ve always been good to me, Hunter but there comes a point in a professional wrestler's life where they have to stop caring for others and shoot for the stars and that’s what I’m about to do. I said I’m not to be taken lightly, Jay White didn’t take me seriously and now he’s nowhere to be seen so be careful before I make sure that you don’t step foot in the ring again. I am leaps and bounds above everyone in this god forsaken company and I cannot wait for any of you to see what the next major stage of Project: Ciampa is. I’m not gonna tell you anything but trust me, you’ll know when you see it. Maybe you’ve already seen it.. Who knows? I know. And that’s all that matters. Everybody that is participating in the Royal Rumble match, heed this warning. I’m bringing all of my monikers. I’ll beat you down as the Sicillian Psychopath, I’ll grapple you round the ring as Tommy Sports Entertainment, I’ll make you suffer as the Psycho Killer and lastly I’ll win the Royal Rumble as ‘Blackheart’ Tommaso Ciampa and if you’re not with that, I’ve got two words for ya!"

The crowd thinks they know what’s coming..

Tommaso Ciampa: “FUCK YOU!”

Ciampa raises his middle finger to the camera then quickly walks out of shot as the crowd are stuck in shock. They weren’t expecting those words to say the least. The cameras move from the backstage area..

DING DING!

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

HAIL! HAIL! HAIL!



As the sitar gives way to the driving guitar and bass of Metallica's "Wherever I May Roam," the man who has taken it as a theme roams out onto the stage. In ring gear, sporting a wild beard and a wilder expression, Triple H makes his way down the ramp to the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Greenwich, Connecticut. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds. Triiiiiple...H!

Foregoing his usual theatrics, he jogs up the steps, walks along the apron, scrapes his boots and enters, then climbs up top to work up the crowd and hype himself up.



When he's finished with that, Hunter climbs down from the top rope and gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



With the familiar heartbeat echoing around the arena. There is no doubt as to who is about to make his entrance.



NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!

And here comes Ciampa! He steps out onto the stage and takes a rather disgruntled look into the crowd. He nods his head slowly to the beat of his theme song as the boos echo around the arena almost drowning the theme song out. He takes a look at the ring and begins to walk, as he fiercely paces down the ramp, you can tell he means business.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Weighing at 201 lbs; Tommaso Ciampa!

Ciampa enters the ring and raises his arm, he knows he's the best. As he bathes in the boos of the UWF fans, he quickly removes his jacket and backs into the turnbuckle - no nonsense. Ciampa is ready to go!

DING DING!

The two edge closer and closer together and eventually lock up tight in the middle of the ring to get this match underway. They edge a step backwards as Triple H overpowers Ciampa slightly, he then forces him backwards once more. Before Triple H can get him in the corner, Ciampa transitions into a wristlock.

Tom Phillips: “Here we go, a nice little bit of technical work to start out this match.”

Ciampa tightens once and then again, but suddenly Triple H pushes him back with his other arm and then pulls in Ciampa for a headlock. Triple H then pushes his feet outwards to gain some more leverage. He then tightens into Ciampa wrenching tight.

Corey Graves: “Triple H slowing down the pace for his advantage. Remember, Ciampa is still a cruiserweight at heart, despite his vicious tendencies, he’s no heavyweight like Triple H over here.”

Ciampa clubs his arm at the chest of Triple H and then Triple H tightens once more. As he tightens, he takes down to a seated position. He once more wrenches in on Ciampa. Ciampa clubs at the back of Triple H and then a few more. Triple H gives a little bit of less grip on Ciampa but as he sees this, he puts Triple H in a headscissors.

Ciampa then rolls up to his hands to tighten up on Triple H, and then releases it getting back up to his feet. He then waves his hand upwards to tell Triple H to get up. Before he can do this, Ciampa runs over to him and boots Triple H down with a boot.

Corey Graves: “Mind games, mind games. Ciampa is playing Triple H like a fiddle right here. As soon as King Nothing shows that he’s had enough, that’ll be when Ciampa capitalises.”

Triple H hits the mat hard and tries to get up once more, but before he can fully gain his footing, Ciampa grabs a hold of his arm and whips him towards the ropes. Before he’s released towards the ropes, Triple H counters and throws Ciampa over to the ropes instead.

On the rebound Ciampa leapfrogs over Triple H, and then on the other way through jumps over him as he hits the mat. On the third rebound however Ciampa then sunset flips over Triple H and the referee counts the fall.

One…

As the count of one is counted Triple H rolls back up onto Ciampa reversing the pinfall attempt.

One…

Ciampa kicks out and in turn boots Triple H over to the ropes. Ciampa rolls up quickly to his feet and then runs at Triple H hitting him with a clothesline leveling him out of the ring. Ciampa then climbs out of the ring to meet him on the outside.

Tom Phillips: “After seeing what he did to Jay White on the outside area on Revolution last week, one must worry for Triple H here, and what Ciampa might be planning for him.”

Ciampa then goes to lead Triple H by placing his hand behind his head, and does so successfully. He then takes him over to the apron and goes to slam the head of Triple H down on the “hardest part of the ring”.

1!

Triple H then stiffs his arm down on the apron and stops Ciampa from doing any potential long term damage to his face. He then knees Ciampa and smashes his head down on the apron.

2!

Ciampa hits down on the outside apron and Triple H does his signature “suck it” chant to Ciampa who is now grounded. He then relishes in the fan support by looking around to the adoring UWF fan base.

Corey Graves: “Disrespectful and pathetic. I would expect nothing less from a degenerate like Triple H.”

Tom Phillips: “No normal degenerate Corey, a member of Degeneration-X. Ha, suck it!”

Corey Graves: “Some days on this job I really wish I could cave your skull in Tom, today unfortunately, won’t be that day.”

3!

Triple H then lays a boot down on the grounded Ciampa and then drags him up to his feet. While Triple H looks at where he’s going to throw Ciampa, he hits down to a knee to the astonishment of Triple H.

4!

Triple H then drags him up with both hands but Ciampa grills at his eyes with his thumb. He then whips Triple H over to the barricade and then slugs him down to a seated position. He steps back slightly and stares at this older man sitting and vulnerable.

5!

Ciampa then runs straight into Triple H leveling him with a running knee strike, almost sending him through the barricade. Ciampa, not wasting any time slides Triple H’s almost unconscious body back into the ring and covers him.

One…

Two…

Th-

The referee notices Triple H’s foot placed on the rope, to the agony of Ciampa but to the admiration of the fans in attendance. Ciampa then gets up in the referee’s face, refusing the possibility that he managed to merely move after that move.

Tom Phillips: “Fantastic resilience from Triple H right here, he just won’t stay down, eh Corey?”

Corey Graves: “Typical…”

Ciampa then picks up Triple H and then shoves him under his legs. Ciampa goes to lift up Triple H, but Triple H resists. He tries again, but he resists once more. Ciampa then gets lifted over head and thrown back over onto his back.

Triple H then leans back and then charges up the fans as he readies them for a big sequence of moves. They all get off their feet as he raises Ciampa up to his feet, he steps back and then punches him right on the forehead.

Ciampa quickly scurries up to his feet, but he gets leveled by another punch by Triple H. Ciampa scurries up once more, and Triple H goes to throw him to the ropes, but Ciampa counters and throws him to the opposite ropes.

Tom Phillips: “Triple H is feeling it here!”

Triple H then returns with a big facebreaker knee smash on Ciampa. Ciampa slowly falls backwards, but is kept up by Triple H who grabs him and throws him towards the ropes. Ciampa sluggishly runs and then on the rebound gets slammed down to the mat with a massive spinebuster! Triple H then glides over Ciampa for the fall.

One…

Two…

T-

Ciampa barely kicks out before the three count due to the devastating combination he’s just suffered. Triple H then sits up with his head in his hands, seeing how close he was to putting that one in the bag.

Triple H then gets up to his feet and drags up Ciampa with him. He then boots Ciampa right in the midsection and places him underneath his legs and underhooks both of the arms for the Pedigree!

Ciampa escapes by ducking out, he then throws a thumb to the eye of Triple H, and runs his back into the referee, hitting them down to the ground. Ciampa then low blows Triple H with a stiff kick to the balls!

Ciampa then throws him under his legs and yells out “PROJECT CIAMPA”, Ciampa then lifts up Triple H and delivers the Powerbomb Lungblower otherwise known as the Project Ciampa. He then hooks both of the legs of Ciampa and calls for the referee to get back up and count this fall.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, “Blackheart” Tomasso Ciampa!”



Ciampa then spreads his arms out and looks around the arena as they boo loudly at him. He then heads up to the second rope to point at himself, to more fan disapproval. Triple H then slowly rolls out of the ring leaving Ciampa relishing in his victory over “King Nothing”.



The titantron changes to show some sort of abandoned warehouse. Twenty-nine pigs are huddled together in one small area. The camera begins to move in towards them as a door to the left of the pigs opens. Aleister Black and WALTER walk in, Aleister sporting formal attire. Aleister tilts his head towards the camera before beginning to speak.



Aleister: Dressed in the skin, the wolf strolled into the pasture with the sheep. Soon, a little lamb was following him about, and was quickly lead away to slaughter...

He looks up and stares into the camera, with a cold, dead stare in his eyes.

You've... probably heard the same "thirty" men, speech, haven't you? All of these hopeful, young stars vying for a chance to main-event Wrestlemania! All they have to do is go through twenty-nine other men and they'll punch themselves a ticket to the biggest show of the year! They'll be the ones to topple Sweeney's reign! They'll be the ones to put on a five-star match against Kenny Omega, on the biggest show of the year! They'll be the ones to finally put their names in the record books, and secure their place in history. So many dreams, so many hopes, so many fears...

The light in the room flickers, even the light coming from the sun outside. When the light returns to normal, it is replaced with a single flickering lightbulb, barely illuminating Aleister and WALTER and part of the ground around them. The sky outside has gone completely pitch black. From what visible ground there is, the corpses of the pigs are littered. Their faces are carved apart with surgical precision, almost akin to cattle mutilation.

Aleister: So many victims. So many, young, hopeful people whose dreams I will crush and lay bare upon the ground. When I look into their eyes, I see nothing but fear. Fear of their creator. Fear of GOD. And when I see that fear, I feel nothing but loathing. Rage. Rage for the fact that there are those of the cattle in the audience who recognize me as the one, possible winner, and that there are those who think that their valiant hero will slay the beast, and put an end to the black mass. Rage at the little worms who try to drag the idiots in the audience into the darkness, to lead them astray, to convince them that they will beat me. Come that fateful night on Sunday, there will be no storybooks. There will be no fairy tale endings for your heroes. There will be no fun and games. I will vanquish the fear that l see in them, and in its place will be overwhelming darkness.

I will break Scott Steiner, I will break Nigel, I will break Kaval. I will break down the entire god damn circus that Drake Maverick saw fit to put in the same ring as the anti-hero. I will break Miz, and I'll break his little Cinderella story in front of his eyes. I'll break your surprise returns, your legends. But most importantly? I'll break you, Marseglia. Because from the moment I've returned to now, I've been discredited. I've been put down. And you want to know the best part? I've been compared to you, Horror King. You. You... you disgust me. Nothing but a crazy, over-the-top gimmick in a sea of over-the-top gimmicks. When I say what I say, I mean it. When you say what you say, you say it out of a place of lying. Of dishonesty. You so desperately want to be taken seriously with your, little axe... and your masks... and your little toys for children. It makes me sick to be... compared to you on a daily basis. So, come Sunday, I'm kicking you in the face, throwing you out of the ring, and that will be that. Your jugular is in my sight. The horror king will fade into nothing but special effects.

And you, Miz? It pains me to tell you this, but your little fairy-tale with you defeating the evil Larry Sweeney is nothing but that. A fairy-tale. A lie you tell yourself to get yourself from week to week without retiring. A children's book. And I will do tonight what you couldn't do in months of competing for that title. Leave Sweeney in a pile of his own blood. A victim. The 8 in 8-0. Dead. Game over. The end. And as for the man of the night, Sweeney? You're right, I won't be defending my title at the Royal Rumble. Unfortunate, I know. I'm just a horrible champion, aren't I? I don't book the shows, but I will book you a one-way ticket to the hospital. Because I'm done playing games. I'm done staring into the face of an Owen Wilson look-a-like while he desperately tries to explain how I've made some horrible mistake.  I'm done proving points. I've humiliated you enough as it is verbally. Tonight, I aim for the vitals. And I won't miss. So you had better wipe that smile off your fat face, lest I wipe it off with the sole of my boot. Oh, and I can't wait to see if you accept my little... challenge. Wouldn't it be hilarious if after all of your talk of being the best champion in the company, you were too afraid to put your title on the line against me, swallow your words, put your money where your mouth is, and fight me like an actual man?

Either way, it doesn't matter who I have to go through, whether it be tonight or two weeks from now. I don't care if the entirety of Sweet 'N' Sour comes out here tonight to save you. I don't care who comes out Sunday. No one will survive. Because there are a lot of people who want to win the Royal Rumble? But I? I know I'll win it. I know I will break the hearts of the weak. I know I will make thirty men into twenty-nine victims. Because I am the one wolf of the twenty-nine sheep. I am out for blood. And when I'm done, you won't have a choice in defending your title, Sweeney. See you at Wrestlemania, and welcome to the worst mistake you've ever made.

the cameras open up to the ring all decked out, ring mat covered in black with Hollywood director’s chairs lining the ring. And standing fromt and center is...



The Miz: “Ladies and gentlemen welcome once again to THE Most Must-See Talk Show in UWF History! Welcome to...”

The fans, delighted about this return, shout out “MIZ TV!”

Miz: “Miz TV...and after last week where I announced my entry into the 2019 Royal Rumble match and that...ending, to my main event bout with Elix Skipper, I figured I should bring out the man himself who has supposedly been the center of attention, the general manager of Revolution, “Stone Cold” Steve Austin!”



As the infamous glass shatters and the equally as infamous theme music follows, the crowd comes unglued as the General Manager of Revolution, Stone Cold Steve Austin, makes his way down the ramp quickly, microphone already in hand. Austin enters the ring and raises his microphone as his music stops abruptly.



Stone Cold: Appreciate ya havin’ me on, kid.

Miz has a smile on his face nearly the entire time that Steve is walking down the ramp, applauding him along with the Revolution fans in attendance, stopping a bit earlier than the fans do, but still happy to be hosting his show once again. As Austin says what he does, Miz is quick to respond to him.

Miz: “And it is great to have you on the show, Steve, so first and foremost why don’t we go straight to the hard-hitting questions, you saw last week that Scott Hall and Kevin Nash had jumped the rails and attacked Elix Skipper during our match and I’m extremely curious at what you’ve got to say towards them and the leader of The Anti-Austin Alliance?”

Stone Cold: There’s nothin’ good ta’ be said about the situation. They’re ruinin’ matches, they’re ambushing superstars, and they keep bringing in more and more pieces of absolute trash ta’ do it. It makes me absolutely sick to my stomach, especially because there isn’t anything that Stone Cold’s been able ta’ do about it. But with that bein’ said, just because it hasn’t been nipped in the bud yet doesn’t mean it won’t. So Scott Hall, Kevin Nash: enjoy the fifteen seconds a’ fame Eric’s ass just wrote a check ta’ bring you in for. Because sooner rather than later, I promise ya son, that check’s gonna bounce and karma’s gonna hit all four a’ you sumbitches like a Mac truck. That’s what I think’ll be, “too sweet”. Until then, you can take yer shitty In Dubya Oh and shove it up yer ass!

The fans give off a huge pop towards the end of Austin's answer, and Miz gives them time to simmer down before raising the microphone again.

Miz: "Honestly, the fact Rude still has the Intercontinental Championship with these guys being brought in, it reminds me a lot of our UWF Champion, a not-so-great wrestler being backed by other minions to compensate for their wrestling skill. I do have to ask, though, why are you unable to do anything about it? You run the brand, there isn't anybody stopping you from telling these guys off the old Stone Cold way, so what is making you not do anything towards them?"

Stone Cold: I didn’t say I couldn’t do anything about it, I said I haven’t been able ta’ do anything about it so far. They’ve been a step ahead at every juncture, which means they’re either more cunning than anyone’s giving ‘em credit for or Stone Cold’s been away from the business so long, his chess skills are that rusty. Either way, they’re winning the damn war right now. And even though they’re of the belief that the board of directors is just fine with how things are goin’, that couldn’t be further from the truth. They’re pissed off that things on Revolution are going off the rails, they’re pissed off that Stone Cold went over to Resistance ta’ blow the lid on that announcement, and they’re especially pissed that Stone Cold violated the Gee Em policy of not putting hands on the talent.

What’re they gonna do about it? Hell, yer guess is as good as mine honestly. Regardless a’ what they do, these bottom feeders runnin’ roughshod need ta’ be stopped. Now let’s take it back ta’ last week. Stone Cold’ll have ta’ answer for where he was while Jay White was pullin’ a New Jack and the main event was bein’ crashed, but if ya don’t mind, I’d like ta’ know where you were when Elix was getting his ass kicked.

Miz actually looks a bit offended at Austin asking him, taking a step backwards, but not seeming too shocked by the question being asked.

Miz: "I was in the ring because that wasn't my fight. I tried to tell Elix to not go because if they had something up their sleeves it wouldn't go well for him, but he didn't listen. I like Elix, the kid has all the potential in the world, but he has to learn sooner rather than later what fights to take up and which ones to just let go, and that was one of them that he should've just let go. I mean, say he had just stayed in the ring, Hall and Nash come bumbling out of the crowd and have to get into the ring, I'd have fought right alongside Elix even if it ended with me taking a Jackknife or a Razor's Edge, because that's what I am willing to go through to make sure these asshats get what's coming to them."

As Austin goes to respond, suddenly both men are interrupted by an unexpected guest.



The fans know what that music means, and for the most part, they get on their feet — in spite of there partisan appreciation for Revolution over Resistance. Soon, the Resistance General Manager emerges from the back, stepping out onto the stage wearing a smile a mile wide and his signature bow tie.



He pauses for a moment to absorb the adoration of the fans, and then heads down the ramp, jogs up the ring steps and enters the set of Miz TV. When he enters the squared circle, he turns on the microphone he brought with him to address the two men in the ring and, more importantly, the UWF Universe.

DRAKE MAVERICK

Good evening, gentlemen. And good evening, UWF Universe!

Drake pauses to allow for a round of applause, nodding as he gauges the Revolution crowd. Then he turns his focus back to the matter at hand.

I was sitting in the back there listening to this little back-and-forth and I thought, given that I am the only man in the building who has regular contact with the UWF board of directors, that my presence in this ring might be useful. After all, it seems to me that there have been plenty of questions being asked and concerns being raised in the past few minutes that perhaps I would be in a better position to answer than you would, Mr. Austin. Wouldn't you agree?

Drake's question is asked in an almost smug tone as he half-smirks, looking directly at "Stone Cold" and awaiting some kind of response. It's clear that, after the Stunner he suffered not long ago, there's little love lost here.

Stone Cold: I’d appreciate it very much if ya checked yer tone, son. In case you didn’t hear while you were listenin’ in, Stone Cold’s got enough smarmy pricks runnin’ around this show. Now, you say you got the answers so let’s hear ‘em, Drake.

Maverick shrugs as Austin invites him to speak, seemingly surprised.

Really? I would have expected you to want to break this news to the UWF Universe yourself, Steve. And unlike your appearance on my show, where you told my audience that it was being cancelled, I was going to give you the opportunity to do just that. But since you seem to want to pass the buck this time, fine. The board has been paying close attention to the way you have been running Revolution and frankly, they're shocked. From attacking the talent to laying hands on myself, not to mention aiding and abetting in the creation of a monster named Sweet 'n' Sour Inc., they're questioning if you're the same man they thought you were when they voted unanimously to hire you on as Ethan's replacement. Which is why, by a majority vote, they've decided that you are to be terminated effective the night of the Royal Rumble.

That news is greeted with tremendous heat from the crowd. Drake simply stands there and soaks it all up as he looks unflinchingly at Austin.

Ya know what? That’s fine. Stone Cold wanted you ta’ stick around the You Dubya Eff in some capacity, as he vocalized in the past, but if you wanna be an asshole about this whole thing then we can take the damn gloves off. You think you can run this show better than Stone Cold? In some ways ya probly can. I mean, hell, Stone Cold’s niche is more the ass whoopin’ side of things, holdin’ the book is a shaky fit. But you? The ass whoopin’ side of things didn’t pan out, and that’s why you put on that little suit in the first place.

But there’s other ways that you can’t possibly think you can run this better than Stone Cold. You think Sweet ‘n Sour and the In Dubya Oh aren’t gonna provoke you? You think they’re gonna pat themselves on the back over runnin’ me outta town and go on their merry way? Hell no. They’re gonna find a reason ta’ make yer life hell too, kid, and when that happens I sure as hell hope you don’t get put into a position that you have to defend yerself, because they’ll kill ya.

Austin drops his microphone and exits the ring, beginning to head up the ramp.

Miz is in complete shock at this news, backing up completely to the corner of the ring as the jeers pour in from the audience, it not waning but Miz raising the microphone.

Miz: ".....W-Wow, oh my god. But...what does that mean for who will be the general manager of the UWF? No offense sir, but certainly it isn't going to be you, right? I mean, I've seen only bits and pieces of Resistance but if they're worried about Sweet 'n' Sour Inc running roughshod, then how exactly can they be trusting you to that position if all it took was a bit of bullying from Scott Steiner to get you to crack? Besides, looking back even further to last Wrestlemania, there was what Marty Scurll did to you while EC3 was running the place..."

Drake raises a hand with one upward finger toward the Miz, demanding his silence, as he continues to focus on the exiting Austin. When Stone Cold is halfway up the ramp, Maverick speaks again.

Just wait one moment, Mr. Austin. We're not finished.

The crowd boos even louder now as Drake pauses, expecting the bad news to keep rolling. Maverick grins, the words that follow spoken in a tone worlds away from his usual sincerity.

See, you have one thing right. You and Michael both. And that is my track record when it comes to reining in talent. Marty Scurll, Scott Steiner, to the outside observer they have all run roughshod on me. To the outside uneducated observer. But if you take another look, a closer and more sober look, if a beer-swilling rube or an egomaniacal jackass such as either of you were even capable of doing so, you would see that both of those men have been elevated by my soft touch. Scott Steiner stands at the precipice of his grandest achievement since his return and Mr. Scurll is a world championship contender now, and they earned those opportunities. The same cannot be said for our UWF Champion, and while it is certainly unfair for me to blame that mess solely on you, Austin... you certainly haven't done anything to clean it up.

More booing from the crowd, some of whom are even throwing trash at Drake now. He shrugs it off and continues.

And that is precisely why we are not finished here, Stone Cold. See, I know I can run this program from the administrative end. I know I have the greatest mind in the business for not only scouting, but developing world-class talent. But I also know my weaknesses and I'm not afraid to admit them. I'm an architect, not a demolition expert. Which is why, whether I care to admit it or not, I still need you. And that's why you'll be staying right here on Revolution as our newly appointed Sheriff. Congratulations.

This final bit of good news actually draws a pop from the crowd as Drake lowers his microphone and places one hand in his pocket, almost daring the other two men to speak. When they don’t, he goes to leave as his music starts playing again.

Tom Phillips: Well folks, quite the development here as we’ve learned that in a few weeks’ time, Drake Maverick will become the new GM of Revolution and Stone Cold will stick around as the Sheriff.

Corey Graves: I know two groups that aren’t going to be happy about this, Phillips.

Drake and Austin have a bit of a stare down as Maverick walks by as Revolution heads elsewhere.

The titantron cuts from the Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney is shown marching down the hall, looking busy as all heck. He's got places to go, people to see. The life of the Triple Champ is a hectic one. Kyle isn't around - he's probably busy with Puder. Who knows? Then, outta nowhere...


Young: Excuse me, Larry!


Mr. Sweet n' Sour turns around to find Renee Young chasing after him, microphone in hand. He rolls his eyes and theatrically checks his Rolex to signal how busy he is and how he hasn't a second to waste.


Sweeney: If I've told ya once, I've told ya a thousand times sweetheart, if you want an interview, ya gotta call my people and book it weeks in advance.


Young: Yeah. I have. Kyle O'Reilly answers, and the least hostile response I ever got was when he just started asking me to help him with a crossword he was working on. I hung up on him when I realized it was a word search. How do help someone with a word search over the phone?





Sweeney: Honestly, what's the difference anyway?


Young: Uh... well... actually -


Sweeney: Forget about. Look, it just happens you're in luck today because while I am exceptionally pre-occupied to a level you could never hope to wrap your head around, I have some stuff I really need to get off my chest. So this? This right here? Fortuitous circumstances. That's it. You get your headline, I get my soapbox, everybody wins.


Young: Fine by me. First question -


He raises a palm to her face in some kind of outdated talk-to-the-hand moment.


Sweeney: Nevermind the questions, I'll just cut straight to the answers. All you gotta do is hold that microphone for me, alright?


Let's start with Aleister Black and Walter. The New Sumerian Death Squad. First off, that's the dumbest name I've ever heard for a tag team in my whole entire life. We're salesmen as much as we are athletes and entertainers. I have no idea what that's even supposed to be. Who was the OLD Sumerian Death Squad? It's like New Zealand. Nobody's heard of the first Zealand. That's not especially relevant, it's just been bugging me all week and I needed to get it out in the open.


But this Aleister Black guy - ha! You wouldn't expect some Kung Fu Satanist to be a barrel full of laughs, but in just one week he's gone from a complete nobody to the premiere comedy act in the entire industry! It's hysterical! The things that come out of his mouth are downright hilarious! Outrageous stuff, it truly, truly is, Renee. This obnoxious punk, zero title defenses to his measly record, tries to educate me on what it means to be a champion. Me! The Triple Champ! The longest reigning UWF Champion of all time! The man with the most title defenses in Revolution history! See these shoulders? They've never seen a three count! But Aleister Black thinks that two months in the UWF and a hot streak give him the right to tell me what's what. Yeah. Okay pal. Real cute.


Charitable soul that I am, I hear him out as he tries to stack up his credentials next to mine, and right away I notice something fishy. See, when I talk about what I've done, it's exactly that. It's a list of things already achieved, which gives a ton of credibility to everything I'm promising to do next. Call me old reliable. But with Black, it's always "I'm going to..." That's all he's got. His word, which doesn't mean much yet, especially when you look at his grandiose promises compared against better men who have tried the same and failed. But that's how it always is with these kids gunnin' for the throne. They always say the same thing. They always make the same threats. And they always lose anyway. It's like clockwork.


Renee: Yes, but -


Sweeney: I'm not done yet! I haven't even got to the pièce de résistance! This inglorious mook actually has the audacity to tell me he'll defend his phony-baloney TV title against me, and I quote, "any time, any place". Ignoring the fact that this rookie doesn't have pull like that, I entertain his adorable little fantasy and accept. I says "Okay pal, let's do it next week". And then it's all back-peddling and excuses and qualifiers because of freakin' course it is. He says not unless I put my title on the line. He tries to counter-offer, even after making his terms crystal clear. I'd chop that up to business savvy, but honestly, he's too stupid and transparent for me to see this as anything other than a spectacular act of cowardice.


The guys rants and raves about how precious his championship is and how he's the legit belt-holder here, and when he has the chance to prove it, what happens? He shivers and shakes and just keep's runnin' his mouth in circles and I'm left to wonder why I'm wasting so much time trying to find some killer instinct in this quivering bitch. Forget that title match. Forget Aleister Black. Kyle and I will wax 'em tonight and move on with our lives and he can go back to pretending beating Drew Gulak is something special. Besides, I've some REAL titles to unify.


Renee, looking fed up with Sweeney's tirade, tries to interject again.


Young: That's actually what I wanted to ask you about. Your match with Kenny Omega -


He can't help himself.


Sweeney: That's right! My match with Kenny Omega. The show's called the Royal Rumble, but I've heard the Board of Directors is strong-arming Austin to make sure our contest closes the show. We're the real main event. It's not the first time in company history that world championship have been unified, but it's the first time that it really matters, understand? The Undefeated, Undisputed Triple Champ takes on his former protege, the two most prestigious belts in UWF history on the line. Omega's carrying the credibility of that entire sinking ship Resistance on his back. And me? I'm out here crafting the finest legacy that pro-wrestling has ever known like Michelangelo chiseling David out of some freakin' boulder. I've run through legends and superstars and the best the UWF has had to offer, and by and large, it's been thankless labour. But in my astonishing FIFTH defense, I actually stand to bring home a little somethin' somethin'.


Kenny Omega is an athlete without compare. He's got moves that the world has never seen. He's traveled around the globe, honing his craft, blending styles and harbouring an ethic - the quality of which is all beyond question. That's exactly why I gave him a shot in the UWF in the first place. But I saw his ceiling and I had to let him go, because I knew I could do better. And I have. And I know there's still people that doubt what I can do. They say I'm a fake. That somehow, some way, I just keep getting lucky. They think that The Cleaner is the man to prove me wrong. Haahahaha! Yep! That's what they actually think!


But me? I'm like Nostradamus! I call the shots and make good on every last one of 'em! But nobody needs a crystal ball to predict the obvious. I know all his tricks and strategies already. Hell, I'm the one who took him to that next level in the first place! His best stuff is my handiwork. I'm always gonna be three steps ahead... minimum. The One-Winged Angle, the V-Trigger, yeah, by God, they're impressive. But you're not gonna see any of that. This match won't last ten minutes. I'm not going to out-wrestle Kenny Omega, because all I have to do is outsmart him, and I can do that without breaking a sweat. Just you wait and see. It'll be an historical moment. It's a hellua match on paper. But the bout itself? It'll disappoint, because it'll be over quick. Suddenly. With a flick of the wrist, a shift in perspective, and a final 1... 2... 3...


It'll be over before he knew what hit him. My only concern right now is trying to figure out how the hell I'm gonna lug around FOUR championships.


Renee: I don't think -


Sweeney: Sorry darlin', I don't have any more time for ya. Stay tuned for that main event tonight though. It's gonna be a crash course on humility. I guarantee it!


With that, Larry storms off, leaving a frustrated Renee Young speechless in the dust. Revolution continues elsewhere.

DING DING!

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

Out of the Black by Royal Blood begins to play, and the fans already begin booing the arrival of the New Sumerian Death Squad. Aleister Black walks out from behind the curtain first, WALTER not far behind him. They stop at the top of the ramp, surveying the area. 

Aleister looks out upon the sea of people, with a look of disgust on his face. WALTER stands right behind him, acting as a sort of enforcer. They then begin walking down the ramp and approaching the ring.

Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 525 pounds... Aleister Black and Big Van Walter, Sumerian Death Squad!

After making a left turn around the ring, Aleister slides the Television Title into the ring, before pulling himself onto the apron and launching himself over the top rope into a seated position in the middle of the ring. WALTER picks up the belt and makes his way into the ring himself, before handing it to Black. 

WALTER then stands tall behind him, hands behind his back in his signature pose. After Black gets up, they make their way to their corner of the ring and chooses who goes first, not without waiting intently for their opponents to make their way to the ring.




Tony Chimel: And the opponents...



SWEET N' SOUR INC.

The titantron flashes the words in neon colouring as Icky Thump blasts 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 a combined weight of Championship Weight... from Vancouver, British Columbia and Chicago, Illinois respectively. Representing Sweet ‘n Sour Inc. The team of Kyle O’Reilly and Larry Sweeney!


As Sweeney strolls down the ramp, Kyle O'Reilly comes out behind him, holding all three of his title belts - the Undisputed UWF Championship, the Technically Unified UWF Television Championship, and, of course, the UWF Transatlantic Championship. Kyle and the uncrowned King of the Ring climb into the squared circle as 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 as does Kyle.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, both teams look across the ring at one another. Each man then looks at their respective teammate as the discussion of who is going to start things off is happening. O’Reilly looks fired up, no doubt telling Sweeney that he wants to go first. Larry smiles that million dollar smile and pats him on the shoulder encouragingly as he steps through the ropes and stands on the apron.

The NSDS sees the decision made and as a result, Black steps through the ropes and stands on the apron, allowing WALTER to begin the encounter. The two men approach the middle of the ring and stand there, Kyle looking up at WALTER and WALTER looking down at Kyle.

Tom Phillips: I don’t like this for O’Reilly. WALTER’s four inches taller and ninety-seven pounds heavier.

Corey Graves: Well if he can hit nearly as hard as his words, that size difference may end up not mattering.

The two men begin to circle one another for a moment as O’Reilly goes on the offensive first, going for a punch to the big man but WALTER catches it. Kyle immediately throws a punch with the other but WALTER catches it as well. WALTER squeezes Kyle’s fists and then forcefully pulls him in, letting go of his fists and putting his hands underneath his arms as he goes for a Pop-Up Powerbomb but Kyle manages to kick WALTER in the face and flip backwards as he lands back on his feet on the mat.

Kyle looks proud of himself as WALTER goes for a big boot but Sweeney reaches over and grabs his partner by the wrist, pulling him out of the line of fire. As WALTER is now hung up in the rope, Larry tags Kyle on the shoulder as he climbs up on the top rope and leaps off, hitting the big man with a missile dropkick in a way that causes WALTER to stumble into the next corner over as he slumps down into a seated position.

Sweeney is up quickly as he charges but WALTER grabs the ropes at each side of him and pulls himself to his feet. As he does, Sweeney screeches to a halt and pivots, looking to run in the other direction but WALTER gets a handful of hair and pulls, causing Larry to fall to the mat. WALTER goes for a stomp but Sweeney rolls out of the way and pushes himself up to his feet as he tags in Kyle who cartwheels along the apron so that he’s upstage from his opponent and then leaps up onto the top rope and then toward WALTER, leading with his legs.

O’Reilly is attempting a Frankensteiner but as he locks his legs around WALTER’s head, WALTER gets his hands up and grabs his back with one hand at the same time he’s punching with the other. O’Reilly loses his grip with his legs now as WALTER turns and plants the, “Diabetic Dragon” with a forceful sit-down powerbomb that shakes the ring!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Corey Graves: I’m sure Kyle’d rather have his sugar crash than have WALTER crash him!

WALTER gets up and leans down, palming Kyle’s head like a basketball as he leads him back to his feet. WALTER pushes on Kyle, releasing the grip he has, as O’Reilly staggers backward a few steps before WALTER charges and blasts him with a lariat as Kyle is turned inside out, doing a full revolution backward before landing on his face.

WALTER turns to face Kyle as he stomps down between his shoulder blades, grabbing both of his arms by the wrists and pulling backward as the Sweet ‘n Sour associate is now being stretched and screaming in agony.

Corey Graves: WALTER’s about to make Kyle a wingless dragon!

Tom Phillips: Him and Sweeney were fine when they could keep the big man’s mitts off of them but now that Kyle’s in his line of fire, WALTER can only stand to benefit.

Speaking of Sweeney, the leader of Sweet ‘n Sour isn’t going to stand for this as he drops from the apron and begins to make his way around the ring. As he does, Aleister’s there to meet him. Aleister goes for a Black Mass but Larry dives into the ring to avoid it as he ends up behind WALTER. Larry is to his feet quickly as he punches WALTER in the kidney area, falling to the mat soon after and rolling out of the ring, walking back around it on the way back to his corner.

The punch causes WALTER to release the hold he has on Kyle as he looks around to see who threw it. He locks eyes with Black who points over to the Sweet ‘n Sour corner where Sweeney is back on the apron with his hand in front of his face, his thumb on his nose as he’s wiggling his fingers, taunting WALTER. The thirty-one year old doesn’t take kindly to this at all as he goes barreling across the ring at Sweeney but Larry leaps down off the apron as WALTER takes a swing.

Sweeney continues to taunt an angry WALTER as Kyle takes advantage of the opening, coming up behind him and kicking him in the back of the knee, then kicking him in the back of the other one. He alternates between each as quickly as possible as the big man’s legs buckle and he slinks to his knees. Kyle now begins to tee off with punches to the head of the brute as Sweeney returns to the apron, clapping and laughing at what he’s seeing.

Tom Phillips: Well it was only a matter of time before we saw these hijinks.

Corey Graves: Would you have been happier with WALTER snapping Kyle apart at the waist? Larry’s protecting his investment!

It isn’t long before the strength to WALTER’s legs is returning as, despite the blows Kyle is connecting with to his head, he begins to rise to his feet. Seeing this before his partner does, Sweeney jabs WALTER in the eyes with a finger on each hand. As the behemoth clutches at his face and cries out, Kyle is alerted to what’s going on as he gives a chop block to the back of the leg and WALTER ends up falling to the mat.

As O’Reilly tags out, Sweeney enters the ring quickly as he starts circling his downed opponent, stomping him with each step taken.

Corey Graves: Well it doesn’t matter how big and bulky you are, no one’s immune to the Sweeney Stomp!

While Sweeney’s stomping, he looks like he’s having the time of his life. As he looks over to the NSDS corner to gloat to Black, he sees the Television Champion sitting cross-legged on the apron, looking relaxed. This changes the look on Larry’s face as WALTER brings his hands toward his body so that as Sweeney goes for the next stomp, he can grab his foot, which is exactly what he does.

WALTER sits up, twisting Larry’s ankle as he’s forced to the mat. WALTER positions himself so that it’s a full-on ankle lock being applied as Sweeney is in a lot of pain, as evidenced by his audible cries indicating such. While this goes on, Kyle climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off of it, connecting with a leg lariat that catches WALTER in the throat area as both men go crashing to the mat and the submission hold is broken up.

Kyle scrambles out of the ring as Sweeney is sitting there holding his ankle, watching as WALTER sits up and puts his hands down at his sides palms down, pushing up and climbing back to his feet. Larry gets up as the big man approaches him, favoring his ankle for the first few steps he takes towards his opponent before being able to walk on it normally again.

As WALTER is within reach, Sweeney begins unloading on his upper body with straight punch after straight punch, each one thrown with all the strength he can muster and landing in the exact same spot each time. The big man gradually begins to wince more and more as well as double over and as he’s doubled over enough that his head’s in Larry’s line of fire, Larry connects with the Bionic Elbow which dazed him heavily but doesn’t take him down.

In response, Larry hooks his head and springs off of his toes on the mat, throwing his own body weight up and back. After arching as far as he can, he relents and comes back the way he came, driving WALTER downward and spiking his head into the mat with a DDT, forceful and sickening with both its whiplash potential and impact.

Corey Graves: Well the amount of brains WALTER has up there has been debated all week but however much it is, Larry just scrambled all of it.

Tom Phillips: At what cost though?Sweet ‘n Sour are having to try a lot harder to hurt WALTER than he does to hurt them, and that one looked like it took just as much out of both of them, if not more out of Sweeney.

Sweeney sits up, looking winded, as he gradually moves backward towards his corner. As Larry stands up in his corner, Kyle tags in as the two of them trade places. WALTER rolls onto his back holding his head as Kyle scrambles over and covers him.

NO!

Before the referee can even count one, WALTER grabs Kyle and rolls him off of him. Kyle is up to his feet as he charges WALTER as he’s getting up but WALTER goes low and brutalizes the, “Diabetic Dragon” with a Spear! WALTER gets up, expressionless, as he looks down at Kyle lying lifelessly on the mat.

WALTER walks over and leans down, but as he does, Kyle manages to hook his head and roll him up!

ONE!

NO!

WALTER kicks out as O’Reilly creates some distance between them. WALTER sits up and begins his ascent back to a vertical base as Kyle is holding his ribs after the damage he took earlier. As WALTER approaches, Kyle lets go of his ribs and goes for a punch but WALTER sidesteps and slips behind Kyle, pushing him forward into the corner. Kyle catches himself but as he does, WALTER clobbers him in the back of the head with a punch.

O’Reilly is now in the corner, his arms hanging over the rope on each side with his head hanging down. WALTER spins him around and, without hesitation, lays into his chest with a devastating chop!

Tom Phillips: That kind of force could stop your heart!

Corey Graves: This WALTER is a complete freak of nature!

Kyle reacts to the chop like his entire body’s on fire as WALTER lines him up for another but as he goes for it, Kyle manages to leap out of the corner, narrowly avoiding it as he rolls forward and gets to his feet, running over and leaping up, hitting WALTER in the lower back with both feet as the big man is knocked forcefully into the corner chest first. As WALTER takes a few steps back, he turns around to face Kyle who leaps up and connects with a Lungblower, bringing WALTER down into his knees!

Kyle gets up, a look of intensity about him, as he heads over to WALTER, who is lying there holding his ribs, and begins laying into him with elbow and knee strikes on various parts of his body. O’Reilly now heads into the ropes, and as he comes off of them, connects with a sliding knee drop to the side of the head. While WALTER’s reacting to this, Kyle grabs the leg and applies the Achilles Lock.

Tom Phillips: Well I don’t like Sweet ‘n Sour anymore than the next guy but I have to give Kyle O’Reilly credit for enduring the punishment he’s endured and still finding his way into the driver’s seat.

Corey Graves: This is definitely a difference maker, but after everything we’ve seen WALTER fight through, how big of a difference? Not to mention, Aleister Black hasn’t been in this contest yet.

While WALTER suffers in the hold, Sweeney walks down the apron as he grabs Kyle and helps give additional leverage on the hold. The referee comes over and Larry lets go. As the official and the UWF Champion are arguing, Aleister takes advantage of the distraction as he enters the ring and delivers a kick to Kyle to break up the hold, then exits as quickly as he arrived.

WALTER climbs to his feet, his leg buckling a bit as he stays in place for a moment. As he goes to take a step on it, he finds he’s able to put weight on it but is still limping. He stops again as he holds his ribs with one hand, his breathing noticeably labored, as he puts his other hand to his head, closing his eyes and wincing as though he’s feeling pain there as well.

Tom Phillips: Well it looks like WALTER is finally feeling the effects of this battle.

Corey Graves: Now the key is staying on him. Don’t let the big man breathe.

O’Reilly sees the big man struggling and it puts a smile on his face as he takes a few steps towards him and sizes him up. As WALTER puts down the hand on his head, Kyle goes for a superkick but WALTER blocks it with his hand, then grabs the side of Kyle’s thigh with the other hand and pulls, causing him to fall on his back. WALTER holds Kyle’s leg away and comes down with his other hand, delivering a brutalizing chop to the groin!

As Kyle sits up crying out in pain, WALTER palms his head as he did earlier in the match and pulls him to his feet, guiding him towards the ropes and dumping him over the top one as the, “Diabetic Dragon” crashes and burns to the floor. WALTER now exits the ring and goes after him.

Tom Phillips: Well Kyle certainly gets points for trying.

Corey Graves: He’s going to need an ice pack for that palm to the package he just took.

As Kyle uses the barricade to get to his feet, WALTER grabs him and spins him around. As he does, O’Reilly kicks him as hard as he possibly can in the groin as the big man falls to his knees. When WALTER falls to his knees though, it’s seen that his partner is standing right behind him as he throws a Black Mass over WALTER’s head and connects flush with Kyle’s.

As Kyle falls backward, he’s caught by Sweeney who leads him over to the ring and rolls him into it. Meanwhile Black is helping up WALTER as the big man gets back to his feet and returns to the inside of the ring. Aleister and Larry return to their respective corners and stand on the apron as Kyle and WALTER each make their way over to their partner to make the tag.

Tom Phillips: It’s the encounter the Revolution crowd has been anticipating, Graves!

Corey Graves: Champion versus champion coming up!

As the tags are made, both Sweeney and Black enter the ring quickly, meeting in the middle as they begin to fire off punches to one another’s face. After a few connect, Larry grabs the wrist of Black and goes to whip him into the ropes but Black turns and reverses the whip to whip Larry into the ropes instead. As Sweeney comes off the ropes, Black grabs him in a sleeper hold attempt but Larry throws an elbow backward into his chest and manages to hip toss him into a seated position in front of him as he applies the Dragon sleeper he calls the Boa Constrictor!

Black manages to get his arms up and around Sweeney as he locks them together and throws Larry forward, the UWF Champion hitting the mat on his back as Black gets back to his feet. Sweeney goes back on the offensive, connecting with a punch to the body and following up with another but as he goes for another, Black hits him in the head with the Bionic Elbow he senses he’s building towards and whips him into the corner.

As Larry heads towards the corner, Aleister clobbers Kyle with a forearm to the face as he falls off the apron just as Sweeney hits the corner. The Television Champion pivots and creates a bit of distance as he goes for the Black Mass but Sweeney avoids it and manages to put him into Hangman’s neckbreaker position as he connects with the ’68 Comeback Special!

As Larry goes for the cover, he stops when Aleister sits up and crosses his legs, looking up at him with a smirk.

Tom Phillips: Larry Sweeney is beside himself here!

Corey Graves: I can’t say I blame him! This is insane!

Suddenly Kyle pulls the referee out of the ring.

DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners as the result of a disqualification, the New Sumerian Death Squad!

As this is announced, Aleister knows what’s coming as he quickly gets to his feet, looking over at Kyle and then at Sweeney, who is now smiling his infamous smile.

Larry turns to the stage and looks to be waving someone down as Aleister slugs him with a hard punch and turns to face the stage as the PA system comes to life.

”NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD ORDER!”

Tom Phillips: What?



The infamous theme begins to play as out walks Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Eric Bischoff, and Intercontinental Champion Rick Rude as they begin making their way down the ramp. WALTER enters the ring and stands beside Aleister. As the four men stop at the bottom of the ramp, O’Reilly walks over to them, Bischoff handing him a t-shirt as he passes by as Kyle proudly puts it on.

Eric tosses Larry one in the ring as he catches it and proudly puts it on as well. Black looks at him, then back at the group in front of him, as Edge enters through the crowd with the same type of shirt and climbs up onto the apron. Christian enters from a different part of the crowd, also donning the shirt, as he climbs up onto the apron, covering the remaining side of the ring not occupied.

Corey Graves: Are they all NWO?

Black exits the ring and begins brawling with Hall, Nash, Rude, and O’Reilly as WALTER takes on Sweeney, Edge, and Christian as they rush him from all sides. The numbers catch up to the NSDS quickly as Black is getting beaten to the floor while WALTER is getting beaten to the mat when suddenly the fans start cheering as Stone Cold walks out and stands at the top of the stage.

Tom Phillips: Austin is here!

Hall and the others stop beating down Black as they laugh at Austin who is standing there holding up his middle finger. As The Outsiders, Rude, and Bischoff begin heading up the ramp to get their hands on him, Edge and Christian and Sweeney are leading WALTER to his feet as O’Reilly has circled the ring and grabbed Black’s Television Championship as he enters the ring with it and hands it to Sweeney.

As Larry’s sizing up the shot and the four men on the ramp arrive in front of Austin, Austin turns his hand so that his middle finger is protruding forward from his fist as he sticks up his thumb, creating a makeshift gun as he “fires” it and the lights go out suddenly.

Corey Graves: What was that gesture? What’s going on?

As the lights come up, there’s no one on the ramp as Sweeney is still looking at the belt he’s holding but it’s now the International Championship. Shocked, he looks in front of him and the man Edge and Christian are restraining is Kenny Omega as the crowd goes nuts!

Kenny breaks from their grasp and pulls Larry’s shirt over his head, diving on Sweeney and laying into him with furious punches. Edge and Christian pull him off soon after though as the crowd boos. O’Reilly goes for a punch but Kenny kicks his leg up and hits him in the mouth. Kyle responds by going for a forearm but Kenny slips down out of the grasp of Edge and Christian and Kyle hits Edge!

Christian grabs Kenny and turns him, going for the Killswitch, but Kenny pushes off of him out of it and throws him into Kyle and Edge as all three men fall through the ropes to the outside. Kenny turns just as Sweeney’s getting up, struggling with the shirt, and cleans his clock with a V-Trigger as the place goes nuts! Kenny grabs his International Championship off the mat and pulls the shirt the rest of the way off of Sweeney and slings each over one shoulder as he exits the ring and begins heading up the ramp.

As Kenny stops at the top of the ramp, he blows his nose with the shirt and throws it to the ground, holding up his International Championship as Revolution fades to black.


CREDITS

Promos- Respective TT’ers
Triple H versus Ciampa- Semi
Everything else- Dres

NEW CONFIRMED RUMBLE PARTICIPANTS

Ciampa
Nash
Suzuki
Jericho
Black
Christian
A minion of Dr. Cube
Triple H

[mattchewie]

First let me start off by saying, NWO is something that I have wanted to do ever since joining the UWF way back when.  So it is a personal efed dream of mine come true to have a NWO cold-open start the show.  With that being said...

It's been a while since I've done a full review so here goes:

Suzuki has potential to be a true madman in the fed.  Here's to hoping that someone picks up Ken Shamrock or Dan The Beast Severn (with actual charisma) so that he can have a true UFC style feud.

Miz has been on point for several weeks and honestly been the biggest part of the show.  I know that we've had a lot of NWO promos, Anti-Austin Alliance, and Sweet n Sour promos fill up a big chunk of the show, but Miz has been doing just as much if not more.  Now that there is a supergroup of heels in the UWF, there's gotta be that one face come in and keep us in check...will it be the Miz?  

ok, the tag match...Dres, you had me rolling the entire time.  We had briefly mentioned a finger poke of doom to set us up as being even more hated than we already were, but you took it to the next level my friend.  This whole NWO angle would be nothing without you playing Austin so beautifully.  I don't see this feud getting cold any time soon.  Also, it must have been a huge break actually writing a match for the purpose of comedic relief rather than having to worry about making both parties look like a million bucks.  Awesome job man.

Another Miz promo...I think you've finally found your niche Leedles.  You've tapped into speaking your own personality (somewhat) through the Miz as your vessel.  The stuff you were doing before was pretty good, but now you've just went to the next level.  Everything just flows so much better and makes so much more sense character-wise.

Sweeney promo!  I am so looking forward to working with not only Gur in the NWO but the Faucher himself!  As long as we've been in the UWF we've only had one or two run-ins with each other, nothing ever long-term.  Rude and Kyle will have fun being the grumps of the grump.  While the rest will be nothing but cheesy jokes and fourth-wall comedy.  Anywho, great promo.  Nice to see that Semi retains heat on both shows.

Heelboi! Muh dude!  Glad you're back.  And this Ciampa, man...you've got something going here and I can't wait to see how it unfolds.  That match was pretty good as well.  Interesting to see how trips kinda sorta underestimated Ciampa.

Now its time for Half's promo.  Dude, you've got potential to run the show here.  When Dres booked us for that match last week, I was intimidated.  I wish you were around when I was doing Raven.  That would have been a hell of a feud. 

Miz TV!  One thing that I like about The Miz's character is he almost always has to be forced to be a heel, but Leedles blurs the lines so well by having him hate everything that Rude and the NWO and Sweeney and whoever else stands for, it pulls him out as a great face. 
I was hoping that when the shows combined that Stone Cold would reprise the role of Sheriff.  That era in wrestling was probably near the end of my watching WWE full-time.  The product was changing to something that I just didn't enjoy as much, but Stone Cold kept me invested during all that. 

And can I point out how ironic it is that Stone Cold is the authority figure that is facing off against an anti-authority establishment?  Who woulda thunk it?

But wait, there's more!  Another great Sweeney promo before the match.

Solid main event.  Very well written.  We had briefly tossed around ideas on if Sweet N Sour would join the NWO, so this was a bit of a surprise to me to see the trigger get pulled on it tonight.  I get the feeling that it's a bit nostalgic for Dres and Crann writing the NWO stuff as that's the stuff the three of us watched every week when we were quite young and it was in its heyday.  Not taking anything away from the current product or what the younger guys on here grew up watching, but man...you just had to be there back in the 90s when wrestling was the coolest thing around.  That and Michael Jordan.  He was pretty cool then.  
Anyways, 
Omega coming in as the first of Austin's hat tricks was pretty cool.  I mean, we could always do another Survivor Series style match? NWO vs UWF?  Maybe bring back War Games or Lethal Lockdown? Would be super fun. 

Great show overall.  Things are really heating up for the Rumble.  Hopefully we can keep this steam rolling all the way to Mania...I know I'm excited for some of the things that we've had planned! 

  Get those comments rolling in boys!

[Dres]

Feb 13, 2019 13:51:25 GMT -6 mattchewie said:

First let me start off by saying, NWO is something that I have wanted to do ever since joining the UWF way back when.  So it is a personal efed dream of mine come true to have a NWO cold-open start the show.  With that being said...

It's been a while since I've done a full review so here goes:

Suzuki has potential to be a true madman in the fed.  Here's to hoping that someone picks up Ken Shamrock or Dan The Beast Severn (with actual charisma) so that he can have a true UFC style feud.

Miz has been on point for several weeks and honestly been the biggest part of the show.  I know that we've had a lot of NWO promos, Anti-Austin Alliance, and Sweet n Sour promos fill up a big chunk of the show, but Miz has been doing just as much if not more.  Now that there is a supergroup of heels in the UWF, there's gotta be that one face come in and keep us in check...will it be the Miz?  

ok, the tag match...Dres, you had me rolling the entire time.  We had briefly mentioned a finger poke of doom to set us up as being even more hated than we already were, but you took it to the next level my friend.  This whole NWO angle would be nothing without you playing Austin so beautifully.  I don't see this feud getting cold any time soon.  Also, it must have been a huge break actually writing a match for the purpose of comedic relief rather than having to worry about making both parties look like a million bucks.  Awesome job man.

Another Miz promo...I think you've finally found your niche Leedles.  You've tapped into speaking your own personality (somewhat) through the Miz as your vessel.  The stuff you were doing before was pretty good, but now you've just went to the next level.  Everything just flows so much better and makes so much more sense character-wise.

Sweeney promo!  I am so looking forward to working with not only Gur in the NWO but the Faucher himself!  As long as we've been in the UWF we've only had one or two run-ins with each other, nothing ever long-term.  Rude and Kyle will have fun being the grumps of the grump.  While the rest will be nothing but cheesy jokes and fourth-wall comedy.  Anywho, great promo.  Nice to see that Semi retains heat on both shows.

Heelboi! Muh dude!  Glad you're back.  And this Ciampa, man...you've got something going here and I can't wait to see how it unfolds.  That match was pretty good as well.  Interesting to see how trips kinda sorta underestimated Ciampa.

Now its time for Half's promo.  Dude, you've got potential to run the show here.  When Dres booked us for that match last week, I was intimidated.  I wish you were around when I was doing Raven.  That would have been a hell of a feud. 

Miz TV!  One thing that I like about The Miz's character is he almost always has to be forced to be a heel, but Leedles blurs the lines so well by having him hate everything that Rude and the NWO and Sweeney and whoever else stands for, it pulls him out as a great face. 
I was hoping that when the shows combined that Stone Cold would reprise the role of Sheriff.  That era in wrestling was probably near the end of my watching WWE full-time.  The product was changing to something that I just didn't enjoy as much, but Stone Cold kept me invested during all that. 

And can I point out how ironic it is that Stone Cold is the authority figure that is facing off against an anti-authority establishment?  Who woulda thunk it?

But wait, there's more!  Another great Sweeney promo before the match.

Solid main event.  Very well written.  We had briefly tossed around ideas on if Sweet N Sour would join the NWO, so this was a bit of a surprise to me to see the trigger get pulled on it tonight.  I get the feeling that it's a bit nostalgic for Dres and Crann writing the NWO stuff as that's the stuff the three of us watched every week when we were quite young and it was in its heyday.  Not taking anything away from the current product or what the younger guys on here grew up watching, but man...you just had to be there back in the 90s when wrestling was the coolest thing around.  That and Michael Jordan.  He was pretty cool then.  
Anyways, 
Omega coming in as the first of Austin's hat tricks was pretty cool.  I mean, we could always do another Survivor Series style match? NWO vs UWF?  Maybe bring back War Games or Lethal Lockdown? Would be super fun. 

Great show overall.  Things are really heating up for the Rumble.  Hopefully we can keep this steam rolling all the way to Mania...I know I'm excited for some of the things that we've had planned! 

  Get those comments rolling in boys!

First and foremost, thank you for commenting. I enjoyed reading your thoughts.

Glad you enjoyed the tag match. I didn’t want to make it a short encounter where they just poke each other and that’s it, so I started writing and what you saw just flowed spur of the moment. And yes, it was nice to have a break from not only trying to write a classic, but it was a chance to look at the other side if that makes sense. Like I got to leave the authority mindset that wants to see them get their asses kicked and just have fun with it. Not that I haven’t had fun with the angle and such thus far, because I have, but this was different.

I’ve gotten to write a lot of silly matches over the years so that was another reason it was fun. Thank you for the compliment that me playing Austin beautifully makes the angle work, a lot of times I’m not sure how good the Austin stuff is when I write it so to see that my peers are enjoying the contribution, whether they have my previous work to go off of or not, is encouraging.

It is ironic that the anti-authority Austin is now the authority in an anti-authority angle, for real life reasons as well as e-fed reasons. When I was a trash talker as Stone Cold, I faced just about every stable there was, in UCW and UWF both, including a different incarnation of the NWO. So it’s kind of come full circle in several ways. As far as nostalgia, it is nostalgic for the reasons you pointed out, but for the same e-fed reasons as well. Not just because of Austin’s past and the stables I faced as him or Sting or Guerrero, but because I’ve booked a few storylines similar to this in the past.

Anyhoo, I’m rambling. Thanks again for your input.

[Fauche]

I'm tired as heck so this is like a half-assed reply but I've read parts of this show over the past two days and also it's dumb that nobody comments on shows anymore so here's at least a little something something.


I really really enjoyed the match between NSDS and Sweet n' Sour boys. I especially liked that Black didn't come until he got the hawt tag. I effing LOVE Aleister no-selling the '68. The detail in the match was great. Knowing that Dres is too busy to with his so-called "wife and two kids" to cram every indy wrestling show into his brain, I'm gonna say that I expect he hasn't seen too much of WALTER's stuff, and yet that's not at all apparent in how he writes the character. Come to think of it, like... nobody here has seen much of Sweeney's wrestling probably and Dres nails his character in matches too, so that's just awesome.


Discord trash-talking aside, I absolutely absolutely absolutely loved this thread with Half. He's the real deal. He's awesome. Maybe it's been brought up, but like you e-fedded before you got here, right? Or you're an alt? Or a savant? IDK. You're excellent. To have no history or build up and have an engaging, super long-winded 5-5 thread for a weekly show is rare, and sometimes I find like 3-3's can get tedious and I just enjoyed the heck out of this. And I wanted to win real bad. But also I was like... man... this dude brought it and I don't know if I won and I kinda hope he does cause he stepped the eff up but also I love winning and so what do I do with that? So I'm down with this finish. Not a tie. Technically Half gets the win. But we can also do this again some time, and I hope we do. Your Black is very different than Soup's, and I think a little less character-driven but more blunt-force good arguing, and all be damned if that's not a great way to punch a ticket.


FURTHMORE


Hey, check out Ciampa. You go, Ciampa.


Also, the NWO! Or nWo! I'm not sure yet! Either way, this kinda was like, an idea, and then it wasn't, but then it was maybe, and now it definitely is! And that's exciting! My only other stable experience in the UWF was as part of the ill-fated Bullet Club, which had a whole lot of talk leading into it and then it flopped. This shit's organic, and out of the blue, and I don't thnk we really know what's gonna happen with it yet but I do know that I'm super excited to FINALLY be in top notch stable, which has been an e-fed bucket list of mine since back in ETW when DOOMSDAY vs The Alliance was the bee's knees. You're all too young. It doesn't matter. What matters is that while Sweet n' Sour with Gurt was sure to be a rad endeavor, joining up with Mattchewie doubles down on the fun times. We never get to hang out. And now look at us! Same side! Now if you're thinking "you just want to be on the team cause you're afraid of Larry having to defend against Rude some day and apparently Nash is awesome, too". You're right. I'm fucking terrified of that. But no worries! Cause again, same side now. Very thrilled tbh. Looking forward to running roughshod over this whole show until yous babyfaces get sick of losing all the time and band together and we have a #factionwar, preferably in some exploding cage lethal lockdown type of action


THANKS TO DRES AND SEMI FOR WRITING~!

[mrleedles]

Very solid episode of Revolution. Was real fun writing that Miz TV out alongside Crann and Dres, since the two of them were and still are fucking amazing writers (as shown by their work as head writers) but that isn’t knocking any of the assistant writers since y’all have been fantastic. No matter how many matches are written by you guys, they seem to be knocked out of the park every time

Apologies for never being able to write matches nowadays, but having my laptop rarely now is a big hamper on all of that...

[halfofasphere]

OK SERIOUSLY MAJOR PROPS TO THE WRITERS AND DRES IN PARTICULAR YO HE WROTE ALMOST EVERYTHING NOT TO TAKE AWAY FROM WHAT GEORGE DID BECAUSE HIS MATCH WAS GREAT BUT ALEISTER BLACK SITTING UP OUT OF THE '68 COMEBACK SPECIAL WAS DOPE AF NOT GONNA LIE AND I KNOW THAT I'M MARKING OUT LIKE DAYS AFTER IT WAS WRITTEN BUT HOLY FUCK ALSO MAJOR PROPS TO THE WRITERS FOR GETTING IT OUT ON TIME AND PROPS TO THE TT'ERS FOR SOME KICK-ASS PROMOS ESPECIALLY THE MIZ TV I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH and that's all i have to say