Post by crann on Mar 14, 2019 0:55:56 GMT -6
The footage of the UWF pans out as we get a screen. A silhouette and it is a man with a robotic voice the man begins to speak
Silhouette
Hello UWF it has been a while. I wish I could say that I have missed you, but I know that the feelings aren’t mutual. If I was missed, I would have been called a long time ago. I would have gotten a message, but I guess the message was clear enough that I am just not wanted or needed. Or maybe even that I am easy to replace.
The silhouette shakes his head and he speak
You know I have done so much. So much for you people and what do you do? You just go on and find yourself a new hero. A new icon for you to cheer. It is almost like whatever I did in the past is just that in the past. We have all this history. All this foundation but at the end of the day none of it matters. All of it is easily replaced. All of it is just one big joke. Well you know who isn’t laughing? It is me. I am not laughing. I am sitting here waiting well guess what the wait is over.
The silhouette goes and he raises a watch
See the clock is ticking. Tick tock, and once the timer runs out boom. That is when I will come out? Whenever the hell I feel like coming out. The UWF took so long to call, and so I am going to take my time to answer. I am going to take my time in how I do things on my terms. Just know that I already have a target and I already know what my plan is.
The silhouette gets up from his chair and he is more animated with his body and he continues to speak
My plan is to takedown all those you love. You people seem to forget what the legacy of UWF was. You people forgot who made this brand. You people forgot everything. You have replaced us with who aren’t even worthy of the mantle of the name superstar. Am I bitter? You’re damn right I am bitter, and you would be too if you were in my shoes. So great people of the UWF do you want to know who is first? Do you want to know who I plan to takedown first? Well you know the saying a picture is worth a 1,000 words.
The silhouette reveals the picture
The silhouette tears it up and throws the picture in the trash and grabs the camera and pans it to the trash bag where the picture lays there
The camera goes dark...
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, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips
Corey Graves: I’m Corey Graves.
Mauro Ranallo: And I’m Mauro Ranallo and we are coming to you here LIVE from Lima, Peru with another exciting edition of UWF Revolution!
Corey Graves: You've got that right, Ranallo! And right at the top of that excitement will be when Edge and Christian bounce two Eurotrash losers from the tag tournament to bring the nWo one step closer to adding some more gold to the cabinet.
Tom Phillips: So much for objectivity. But speaking of the nWo, Intercontinental Champion Rick Rude will attempt to defend his title and keep his near-record reign rolling when he collides again with Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner.
Mauro Ranallo: Perennial fan-favourites Day One Glow will also collide with a foe in the form of Dr. Cube's menacing minions on the other side of the tag tournament bracket.
Tom Phillips: And the Monster Among Men Braun Strowman will make his UWF redebut in an exhibition against Matt Hardy.
Corey Graves: But most importantly of all, the next two title challengers for Larry Sweeney will go head to head when the Black Rose and the Horror King collide here, with none other than UWF Champion Larry Sweeney joining us on commentary.
Mauro Ranallo: We'll get underway with the in-ring action soon, but first, we're going to take you to a news conference earlier this week where Revolution General Manager Drake Maverick made a major new talent announcement.
The feed goes to the Revolution graphic and then to a shot of Drake Maverick shaking hands with Aussie sensation Buddy Murphy!
DRAKE MAVERICK
Well, Buddy, best of luck as you embark on this major new chapter of your fledgling wrestling career. If we see half the man the people of Australia and the world over have gotten to see in recent months, I am sure you will excel!
Buddy releases the handshake as he points to Drake and begins to speak.
Buddy Murphy:
As you just said Drake this is a new leaf in the Buddy Murphy Chronicles. UWF has given me a home where I am going to show what I am made of. Revolution is about to go through a refinement as I make my claim at everything in the UWF. I am going to be the guy that everyone in that arena knows when I come out they are going to see the match of the night. I have done it for years… Funny that I was overlooked for too long…
Murphy looks down for a split second before looking forwards towards the press…
My career has come full circle, Not less than a year ago I decided I would forge my own path. That path has lead me to the light which is UWF, Truly it’s an honour to be offered a spotlight as great as this right here. I always looked to the top and it takes two completely different type of men to get there. The guys in the back have fought tooth and claw to climb to the top of the pack. While an equal amount of men who will take any shortcut to the top but both these men have something in common… I will prove that I have earned my spot here I will knock each and everyone of their pedestal…
I left the company that had me under contract over a year ago, As they were blindsided by the bigger and less mentally inept stars that ran rampant in the main event while relegating me to the kickoff shows. Even when I put match of the night, Every single match on the kickoff, Racking up win after win somehow… It wasn’t enough, I wasn’t enough for them despite all the show stealing performances I put on they were fixated on these other guys who had “IT”, the guys who fit the mould like a fitted glove for a superstar, They cast me aside one too many times… I finally had enough, never again will I be shafted to the side. I am the best kept secret in the wrestling world and everyone in the UWF Backstage has just been put on notice...
The guys in the back are being put on notice. Not because I want a catchphrase to get favor of the crowd, I have my pure wrestling ability to show them that I belong here. I don’t just belong here I am here to excel far beyond everyone’s expectations. I am here to make my name a household name as I will EARN every title and every accolade that comes my way. I will take every chance I get each and every week I will make a case for why I am the best kept secret... I will never be put to the back of the line again… It’s only forward from here on out. Everyone here has heard it here first.
Murphy looks dead into the camera, His eyes not wavering as he leans in as he proclaims...
Mark my words... I am going to be a champion here in the UWF. No matter the cost!
Murphy stands up as to not get too heated, slamming his hands down on the table as he finishes his promise. Drake chuckles to himself and smiles for the camera as he again shakes Buddy's hand.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Yes, well, let's try to save some of that fiery enthusiasm for the squared circle, shall we! Thank you! And thank you all!
As the conference wraps up, the feed transitions back to the UWF graphic and then the programming continues.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
As the intimidating roar is heard followed by the music that accompanies it, the fans are ready to see someone get some hands. Without wasting any time, the, “Monster Among Men” appears from the back and raises both arms above his head, letting out another roar before starting down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Orlando, Florida. Weighing in at three hundred and eighty-five pounds. He is the, “Monster Among Men”. Braun...Strooooowwwwwmaaaannnnn!
Braun arrives at the end of the ramp and enters the ring as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
As the tantric tones of, “Moonlight Sonata” please the ears of all in attendance, the excitement of those in earshot is heightened as they know they are about to be graced by the presence of the broken brilliance of an industry veteran. Not wishing to delay their satisfaction longer than necessary, the vessel of that broken brilliance bursts forth from the back, cutting through the air in front of him and repeatedly yelling out, “Delete!” in sync with the motion.
Tony Chimel: From Cameron, North Carolina. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-six pounds. He is, “Broken”...Matt...Hardy!!
Matt enters the ring and climbs up onto one of the turnbuckles, continuing to, “Delete!” for a moment before climbing down and preparing for competition.
DING DING!
The bell rings as the returning Matt Hardy and returning Braun Strowman stare each other down. They start circling around each other Matt trying to get Braun to lock up. Matt has one hand in the air calling for the right hand of Braun to lock up, Braun is suspicious, but he interlocks his right hand with Matt's. Matt then calls for the left, and again, Braun goes to interlock his left hand with Matt's, but before he locks in his left hand, Matt goes for a kick to the gut of Braun. Braun holds his gut in pain and Matt wraps his arm around Braun's head and tries to hit a Twist of Fate early on! Before Matt can go for the spin, Braun lifts him up and drops him with a back body drop.
Mauro Ranallo: Matt was trying to end this match early on the Monster Among Men! Not too smart on his part!
Corey Graves: Not smart at all, all he did was anger the monster!
Matt sits up and holds his back in pain. Braun, visibly upset after being duped by Matt, goes behind Matt, grabs his shoulders and lifts him to his feet. He puts his left hand behind Matt's head and pulls his hair forcing Matt to lean back. He looks to the crowd with a big smirk on his face and lifts his right hand up and hits a big closed right fist chop on Matt's chest. Matt falls hard onto the mat and clenches his chest in pain. He starts to crawl towards the rope, but Braun pulls Matt's legs to the middle of the ring. He goes over and grabs Matt by the waist. He picks him up to his feet and lifts him into the torture rack!
Tom Phillips: Braun Strowman is dominating Matt right now.
Corey Graves: It's what the weirdo gets. Maybe Braun can knock some sense back into Matt.
Matt yells in pain as Braun wrenches the hold and hops up and down to apply pain. Matt uses his left hand and starts clocking Braun on the head. Braun tries his best to keep the hold, but he finally drops Matt and Matt uses this opportunity to his advantage and starts laying lefts and rights to Braun. Braun stumbles backwards and Matt runs the ropes and goes for a shoulder charge, but Braun being the bigger man causes Matt to fall hard on his back. Braun laughs at Matt's puny attempt and tells him to try again. Matt gets up and accepts Braun game with a smile of his own. He runs the ropes again, but again, to no avail. Braun says “One more time!” Matt obliges and tries one last time, but this time hits a low dropkick to Braun's left leg.
Mauro Ranallo: SMART! What a smart play by Matt Hardy! He knew he couldn't take Braun down with shoulder charges, so he went for the legs!
Braun falls onto his left knee and Matt goes behind and wraps his arm around Braun's head. He lifts him up to his feet and goes for an inverted DDT. He drops Braun and doesn't hesitate as he gets up and hits a leg drop. Braun grabs his throat and rolls onto all fours. Matt starts to taunt his opponent to wake up. He begins yelling DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! as the crowd chants with him. Braun gets up and Matt tries going for the Twist of Fate once again, but Braun catches Matt's foot pushes him back and Matt keeps his balance, but bounces off the ropes into the Big Boot of Braun Strowman! Matt does a backflip and is seemingly knocked out. Braun tries to go over to Matt to take advantage, but the ref pushes Braun away and the ref goes to check on Matt.
Corey Graves: Matt Hardy might be out in this one. That big boot may have rebooted Matt back to V1 Matt Hardy.
As the ref is checking Matt, Braun looks on with patience. He can't wait to finish what he started. A buzzing starts to surround the arena and Braun looks around to see what is causing it. Before Braun knows it, Vanguard One shows up and activates a taser mechanism shocking Braun and paralyzing him for the moment. The drone flies off and Matt pushes the ref out of the way and rolls up Braun!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE'S YOUR WINNER… BROKEN MATT HARDY!
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Matt rolls out of the ring and celebrates. He goes to the ramp and looks to the crowd then back to Braun and yells “WONDERFUL!” and starts doing his “DELETE!” chants with the crowd. Vanguard One flies down over to Matt and he does his signature laugh as Vanguard One flies around him. Braun is out cold from the unexpected tasering as the ref checks on him.
Tom Phillips: Well there you have it, folks! Hardy using some shenanigans to pull out the win here tonight!
Corey Graves: Shenanigans?! Matt Hardy may have just killed the Monster Among Men and you're calling it shenanigans? I call this attempted murder, Phillips!
Matt is still celebrating on the ramp as Revolution rolls on.
The live feed cuts to a prerecorded interview with Renee Young.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, Sami Zayn.
Sami Zayn: Hello again Renee.
Renee Young: Sami, you managed to walk away with a win in your debut last week against a very formidable opponent in Max Smashmaster. You wanted to make a statement in your return to the company and not only did you do that with the way you won, but also with a few choice words you had to say.
Sami Zayn: I know what I'm up against. I realize the dangers of coming in and putting a target right on my back. I could have just laid low and slowly built up some momentum and just hope I was avoided by guys like you and the NWO but no, that's not the Sami Zayn way. Taking on the NWO may seem like going up against an army and you may literally have an army but I'm not just gonna sit on my hands and wait until you take over UWF.
Renee Young: Do you think it was smart to let everyone know right out the gate how you feel about guys like the NWO and Dr. Cube?
Sami Zayn: I stand by everything I said and will continue to stand by what I say. Was it smart? Probably not but sometimes you just gotta go with your gut. I truly believe that the UWF would be better off without guys like Dr. Cube and the NWO.
Renee Young: So have you given any thought to maybe joining Team Austin to participate in Wargames?
Sami Zayn: Well Austin hasn't come to me about anything like that and I don't blame him. I just came back and although I defeated a hell of an opponent, beating a guy with no pedigree in UWF doesn't amount to much since nobody knows what he's capable of. I also didn't come here hoping to be thrust right into one of the main events of a pay per view. I know I need to work my way up but if Austin wants to grant me the pleasure in helping him take down that group, then he knows how to contact me.
Renee Young: Onto something else that transpired last week. Becky Lynch came up to you and proposed a team up of sorts, saying that she wanted to manage you and you turned her down. Can you elaborate on why?
Sami Zayn: Basically I wanted to prove to not only the people but myself that I can do this all on my own. Maybe a couple of months down the line when I've really found my footing here, I'll gladly call her up and ask for her managerial services but for right now, I need to be on my own.
Renee Young: Don't you however think it's a little hypocritical that you're open to join forces with Austin then? And wouldn't having Becky Lynch in your corner only help provide more backup in the case that you do go toe to toe with the NWO?
Sami gets a bit thrown off but quickly composes himself.
Sami Zayn: You know what, you make a good point. I think there are certain differences in needing someone to help manage my career and joining forces to help save UWF but you still make a valid point. Becky however does have her choice of the whole roster and I'm sure she'll find someone else to manage. Maybe even someone to tag with. She's already won more matches than me here so she'll do fine without me.
Renee Young: Well we wish her the best of luck and also good look to you too Sami.
Renee and Sami shake hands as the segments fades out.
IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, GUILLOTINEEEEEEEEE, YAH!
Jonah Rock then makes his way from behind the curtain as he quickly grabs a microphone.
Jonah Rock: So... Lima, Peru. Of all fuckin' places. I'm here. Well, it was nice exploring this country but what I'm really out here for is to speak about the last few months. It's been a roller-coaster ride, it's doing my head in. The constant losses, the fact I was seen as Australia's best and I've done nothin' but let them all down. I mean I came fuckin' inches from winnin' against Aleister Black last week. It didn't take one black mass either... so that's sayin' somethin'; but... it's time for the truth. It's time to speak about these losses and how it's affectin' me, ya see... ever since I left my wife and kid back in Australia... I've been 'ere on my own and that ain't easy. I've been feelin' homesick, I've been missin' the shit out of my family and honestly I don't thin-
Suddenly a familiar theme song hits and interrupts...
I walk for miles inside this pit of danger.
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone.
The crowd loses their mind as Batista is seen from the entrance stage, he crouches down as the pyro's explodes as he mimics a machine gun. But soon, Batista pauses and stops at the entrance ramp.
Batista: Really? You don't think you've got it Jonah? Is that what you're trying to say? I've seen what you're capable of, but this... this defines you as a weakling. If you want to walk, walk... because this company would just bring me back. I'm the money-maker around here, did you honestly think you were going to weave your fat fuckin' ass here and provide dinner on the table? I don't think you understand how wrestling works Jonah. You come in here thinking you're the best to offer. But fuck... Outback Jack was better than you. Oh, calm down Jonah! It's only the truth. You're not good, you've proven nothing to be a complete joke and it makes me wonder if you really should have stayed Down Under... after all you're down under my league! Ha! But let's cut it to the chase shall we Jonah? You're wanting to quit because things got tough? I've been down that road, it ain't easy, I went and made movies, made big money... but now, I'm back. Before you ask why? It's because of people like you, trying to go down the road I went. Leaving when it got too tough, leaving when they didn't get what they want. Well... you know what? I get what I want, when I want...and that's why I'm here. When I was backstage earlier today, management was saying they're looking at cutting someone off this roster. Embarrassment after embarrassment, this company doesn't want to place people like you on Television. That's why you weren't booked in a match tonight Jonah. This is a show full of winners, full of dedicated people who want to strive. So, you're out the door as of this very second. So head to your locker room, pack your bags and get the hell back to Australia. Maybe some company there will welcome you back, but... your days of being an Indy darling... you've got a long way to go before you're back here.
Jonah Rock: So you think you can walk down here and tell me I'm replaced? First of all, you don't even know what I was going to say. So allow me before you rudely interrupted me. I was going to say I don't think I should be given opportunities just yet, not until I can prove myself. As for me leaving, not a chance in hell Dave. You're going to have to kill me for me to leave, you're going to have to do one better. I don't play games, I'm not here to fuck around, I'm here to dominate and whilst I've done that but failed to get the final action... maybe I should actually send you back to where you were last week...
Batista then steps into the ring.
Batista: You really need to learn how to be quiet, Jonah. You're gone. I get you're frustrated, I get you're confused but it's reality. Don't believe me, go backstage and they'll tell you.
Jonah then makes his way out of the ring but before he can do that Batista then attacks from behind, attacking Jonah's legs. Batista quickly slides under the ring as he grabs a chair and begins whacking the chair on Jonah's leg. Jonah tries to get up on one leg but Batista delivers a spear and takes the big man Jonah down before placing the chair on his leg. Batista then grabs another chair and smashes his leg which already had a chair placed on it over and over again. After several hits, security run down to the ring as Batista then leaves as security try and get Jonah to his feet to assess him backstage.
The classic black and white camera feed is coming from a handheld camera. The camera is looking out of a car window as it is going down a highway.
Nash: So, like I was saying. Edge and Christian win their match tonight, then next week me and Scott will take on Chimpy and Gorgonzola-
Hall: Ciampa and Gargano.
Nash: Whatever, we take them on and we beat them, so then it’s nWO vs nWo in the finals of the tag tourney, either way, we’re good. Rick will retain, again, against Steiner. Then it should be about time for Wargames and we’ll finally get to stick it to Austin hopefully once and for all.
Rude: Can someone please explain to me again why on Earth we are in this tuna-can of a car and not in a stretch limo of some sort? Surely to God, Peru has limos.
The camera pans over to Rick Rude who is obviously very uncomfortable in this car, and very sweaty in his suit. He dabs at his forehead. The camera pans up to the driver’s seat where Kevin Nash is seated.
Nash: Hey man, I just thought it would be all nostalgic for us to all pile in a car and hit the roads like we used to, back in the day, ya know?
Back to Rude.
Rude: Do you know what an Archelon is, by any chance, Kev?
Nash: Not in the slightest.
Rude: It is the ancient ancestor to the sea turtle. Do you know what happened to the Archelon, Kev?
Nash: Again, drawing a blank dude.
Rude: It fucking evolved, Kev. You know what else has evolved? We have, as a society. You know what one of the perks of evolving is? We can call an Uber or a stretch limo and not have to cram into this tiny ass car!
The camera awkwardly stays on Rude for a moment as there is silence in the car for a moment.
Hall: Maybe he needs a Snickers.
Rude: No, what I need is a vehicle with working air condition or windows that can roll down.
Nash: My bad, man! You got to admit though, it does bring you back to our early days. Hey Scott, did you pick up the itinerary that Kyle made up for all of us?
Hall: No, Eric said he had it.
Bischoff from behind the camera.
Bischoff: No, I gave it to you, Scott.
Hall: Well, I don’t remember that part. Rick, any chance you picked it up?
Rude: If I did, I would have booked either a flight or some travel arrangements other than this, so no, I obviously do not have it.
Nash looks over his shoulder and then into the side mirror and over his shoulder again.
Nash: Hey, Scott...can I get over?
Hall: I don’t know, depends on who you’re working with.
Nash: No, I mean, can I like, get over
Hall: Like I said, depends on who you’re working with. There’s not a wide selection of talent on the roster. We’re probably the most over thing this company has ever had going for them.
Nash stares blankly at Hall.
Rude: He means in fucking traffic, Scott.
Hall shrugs.
Hall: Well, in that case...yeah, you’re clear. And hey, what’s the deal, Rick? What’s got you in such a bad mood?
Rude: Let’s see...being cramped up in this car, being in yet another shithole country where I speak a foreign language, losing intelligence by having to be in the presence of Scott Steiner, you guys are banned from my match tonight so anyone could intervene and cost me the title, and our “excursions” this evening are a clusterfuck. This is the last time that we allow Kyle to be in charge of the nWo’s entertainment plans. Ever.
Bischoff: You could try calling him, if we ever get signal. I think it was something with a “ch” sound in it.
The camera pans over to a road sign that says Pachacamuc-Next Right.
Nash: Patch-a….Paka...Hey, that had a “ch” in it. Should we take it?
The general consensus of the car is to take the exit. The camera lens is covered. The camera cuts off.
The camera comes back on to show the nWO cruising very slowly through a rough looking part of town.
Nash: This looks like the place where ambition and hygiene go to die a slow, agonizing death.
Rude: Not if we aren’t the first to die. Thank God I’ve got my wallet. Even Gringo currency carries a lot of weight around here.
Nash: What are we worried about? We’ve got Razor Ramon with us! He can definitely ask for directions.
Hall: That was just a gimmick, man. I doubt these guys would appreciate the overly exaggeration. And still no cell signal. Damn. Turn around, Kev, we must have missed a turn off.
The camera is forced back to Rude as he has grabbed ahold of it to face it towards him.
Rude: If we ever make it out of the Liman Ghetto alive, or if we die, then let this be my dying declaration. Scott Steiner, apparently once wasn’t enough for you to understand that you are way outclassed and outmatched. Tonight will be yet another easy defense for me as I take yet another step closer to the most legendary Intercontinental championship reign of all time. The nWo is inching ever so close to being in complete control of Revolution. We’ve almost got control of all the major titles, we’ve certainly got control of the greatest talent in the UWF...and that’s just too...sweet.
The camera cuts out.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match! 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...
You think you know me?
GO!
Out come Edge and Christian now. Edge marches down the ring ahead of Christian, holding hands with his girlfriend, as Christian throws his arms up in irritation, rolling his eyes as he follows along, eventually saying whatever to it and blowing some kisses and shooting them off into the crowd that hates the both of 'em.
Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-three pounds. Representing the New World Order and being accompanied to the ring by Lita. The team of Edge and Christian, “Rated ChaRisma”!
Edge slides into the ring and stands up, flicking his tongue in an absolutely perverted fashion towards Lita who laughs and jabs him in the arm. Christian enters and puts a hand over his forehead to search into the crowd in signature fashion. Edge hands Lita his jacket and the two share a kiss before she exits the ring and stands by to cheer her team on.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and both teams take a few moments to decide who's going to start this, E and C decide that Edge is going to be the starter and the ref is starting to urge the Death Squad to decide, Aleister just gives him a dead, cold stare and swiftly goes out to the apron, WALTER and Edge start the match by walking to the center of the ring and locking up, Walter uses his brute strength to drive Edge into a corner and when the ref breaks them up he nails a chop into Edge's chest! the rated R superstar didn't expect that and jumps up while clutching his chest and yelling out FUCK! he didn't expect to be hit this hard, the ref quickly gets between the two and starts to yell at WALTER who just nods while Edge is smiling he and recovering in the corner, after a while Edge leaves the corner, pushes the ref out of his way and gives WALTER a big punch right into the jaw! the Austrian giant simply brushes the punch off and just stares Edge down, smiling a bit for his efforts.
Mauro Ranallo: Look! WALTER didn't even feel that one!
Tom Phillips: Are we going to talk about how Edge deliberately put his hands on the referee?
Corey Graves: What are you talking about? I didn't see anything.
Edge has a shocked look on his face and he starts to back off into the corner, not that he has much space to back off into, he puts his hands up in hopes of getting some mercy but WALTER dismisses it and tries for another chop but this time Edge is able to duck under and switch places with WALTER! he can't give WALTER even a second to realize what's going on and he immediately starts unloading with punches and chops! WALTER defends himself well for a couple of moments, and when he sees a chance he pushes Edge away but Edge only uses that to charge him and spear him in the corner! WALTER stumbles out of the corner, not quite down yet but Edge finally drops him with a DDT! he quickly gets on top of him, hooking both legs
1,2
NO!
Aleister quickly jumps in the ring and breaks up the pin by kicking Edge in the back of the head, he then goes over to the ref and begins to ask why the fuck is he counting so fast but the ref simply tells him to get out and threatens to disqualify him, he does so until Christian comes in and attacks Aleister from behind! he starts stomping the grounded TV champion and when he sees his partner is getting back to his feet he kicks him out of the ring, Christian then goes over to Edge and helps him up, they both go to WALTER and wrap their arms around his head looking for a double suplex but the moment they try to lift him up, WALTER plants his feet on the ground and manages to lift and suplex both of them! Edge and Christian get launched to the other side of the ring and from the impact, Christian gets thrown out of the ring! WALTER gets back to his feet and charges the downed Edge who he smashes with a senton! he flips over immediately after the senton and pins Edge
1...........
NO!
the (very) slow pin is interrupted when Lita tries to pull WALTER out of the ring, WALTER doesn't care tho, he just gives her a death stare and she backs off, suddenly Aleister Black enters into the ring and starts to argue with the ref, even going so far as to push him, the ref is seconds away from calling it a DQ and WALTER steps in, he calms down Black and tells him to use his aggression against their opponents, they both go into their corner where they switch places, Aleister stalks the still downed Edge and when he finally gets up Black kicks him in the chest with the speed of a bullet! Edge tries to shrug the kick off but the force of the kick is too much for him to handle, he falls down to one knee, just the perfect position for Black to knee him in the face! Edge falls back but Black isn't finished, he picks and holds Edge up by the throat then releases him and spins around, hitting Edge right on the jaw with a spinning elbow! Edge falls down face first like a sack of potatoes and Black just stares at him, he wants to continue the beating but the ref suddenly gets in between them, he tells Black to back off as he's checking on Edge, Black protests for a second but ultimately listens
Tom Phillips: Come on this is ridiculous! it's obvious that the ref is favoring Edge and Christian!
Corey Graves: How did you come to this stupid conclusion Phillips?! the ref is just checking to see if Edge is ok!
Mauro Ranallo: Yeah but he also counts extremely slow when WALTER was going for the pin and extremely fast when Edge was going for it...
Corey Graves: Oh I'm really sorry that our ref isn't good enough at math for you Mauro! come on it's 2019, you gotta accept the different Mauro.
the ref is still "checking" on Edge and only when the rated R superstar is fully up on his feet he lets Black get back into the match, he quickly and angrily walks over to Edge who in the last second is able to get his hand up and wreck Black in the eye! he follows the rule breaking by hooking one of Black's arm and drop him face first with Half nelson bulldog! Edge is beaten up, he wants to make that tag to Christian and has to crawl over to their corner, he reaches it and tags Christian in just as Black is starting to get up, Christian stops Black's movements by going over and kicking him in the face! captain charisma lives up to his nickname and begins to taunt the crowd, he even goes as far as turning his back to Black, jumping on the second rope and celebrating, much to the boos of the fans, Black sees that the captain is open to attack and springs right back to his feet then charges Christian and launches him with a huge german suplex! the crowd cheers cause that ugly face isn't staring at them anymore but Black doesn't care, he gets back up to his feet and Irish whips Christian into his corner where he tags in WALTER and exposes Christian's chest for a STIFF chop! Christian stumbles out of the corner and immediately wants to tag Edge back in but his best bud just raises both of his thumbs and tells him he can do it, WALTER grabs Christian's back before he reaches his corner and drops him with a German suplex! he keeps the bridge on for a pin
1................
NO!
Christian kicks out! both WALTER and Black are furious with the ref clearly being on Edge and Christian's side but they know that if they protest he'll just DQ them, WALTER realizes that if he beats Christian hard enough he wouldn't be able to kick out even with the ref's slow count, he picks up Christian and goes to suplex him but he's able to land on his feet behind WALTER and drop him with a reverse DDT! WALTER is hurt and Christian needs to take advantage of that, he quickly gets back to his feet and climbs the nearest top rope where he dives off with the Frog Splash! Christian bounces off WALTER's gut but very quickly gets back to his senses and goes to pin him, one leg hooked
1! 2! th..
NO!
WALTER just pushes Christian off of him but Captain Charisma doesn't give him a chance to recover, he mounts him and begins to unload with heavy punches, only stopping when he has to catch his breath and WALTER uses that break in the assault to again push Christian away but this time he gets back up immediately, just for his dick to get a meeting with Christian's leg! WALTER folds over, grabbing his crotch and Black couldn't be more furious, he tries to enter the ring but the ref holds him back, while Black is with the ref Lita slid two chairs into the ring and Edge entered, picked up one and gave Christian the other, Black sees that and stops his arguing to let the ref know what the frick is going on but the ref still yells at him although he's doing nothing and E&C are able to destroy WALTER's skull with the Con-Chair-To! Christian drops the chair and quickly pins WALTER and the ref stops with Black just in time to count it, Black tries to interfere but Edge keeps him at bay
1,2,3!
DING DING DING!
Edge and Christian quickly roll out of the ring, Edge to make out with his girlfriend to celebrate and Christian, the forever alone guy, to celebrate on his own.
Tom Phillips: Are you serious? that ref should be fired right now!
Corey Graves: For what Tom? it's not cheating if you don't get caught.
Before Tony Chimel is able to announce the winners Revolution's own sheriff comes charging down the ramp, Stone Cold is here to fix the clusterfuck! Austin slides into the ring and immediately stunners the ref before leaning against the ropes and yelling at Chimel something that he repeats on the microphone, with slight changes
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the match has been restarted, and due to an order from the sheriff, Stone Cold Steve Austin is the new enforcer!
Christian re-enters the ring and tries to get Edge to back onto the apron but his bud is too busy sinning, he again calls for Edge but before he can finish the sentence, he gets hit with a Black Mass to the back of the head! the impact's so strong he gets thrown out of the ring! Edge is still kissing the fuck outta Lita and Stone Cold begins to count em out
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
Christian begins to show signs of life
10!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners and advancing in the tag team, Tournament The New Sumerian Death Squad!
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WALTER gets back to his feet while holding his neck just in time to have his and Aleister's arm raise in victory, they both stare into Edge and Christian and the feed moves elsewhere.
Slow Zoom in on a laboratory and see Dr. Cube at his desk. He Looks contemplative.
Dr.Cube: The time is right for something, something big, Wrestlemania has almost ARRIVED. But some of my toughest minions have yet to make their mark. War games will keep the two bickering for the moment, but I must act swiftly and with precision! MINION BRING ME MY PLANS FOR DOMINATION.
A minion walks up to Dr. Cube with a bunch of papers and says.
Minion: Well Dr.Cube option A is to bring in AJ Styles full time.
Dr. Cube looks like he considers it for a second, but then shakes his head.
Dr.Cube: Nah. Nah. Been done to death give me something original! I want to bring this company to its knees!
The minion shakily slides a folder to Dr.Cube
Minion: There is option E…
He begins reading through it and a small chuckle goes into full-blown maniacal laughter.
Dr.Cube: IT’S PERFECTION. THE DEMISE OF THE UWF IS AT MY FINGERTIPS. GET ME MY BAGS AND MY ARMY WE ARE GOING ON A TRIP.
Minion: Where to?
Dr.Cube: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania of course!
He gets up and the camera returns to static with only his laughter remaining.
The cameras go backstage, seeming to wander for a few seconds before stopping as The Miz is seen, putting the finishing touches on his ring gear. Or, more specifically, watching as the UWF’s seamstress finish off piecing together a series of golden lettering onto some gear that, normally, wouldn’t be worn by him. Instead of the usual trunks, instead lying on the table are a pair of black tights, gray lines running on the side and what appears to be a white belt running atop the hem of the tights.
With some finishing strokes of the hand, they turn around to allow Miz to see the golden lettering now attached to the gear. He gives a nod, and takes them, slinging it somewhat carelessly over his shoulder. As he turns to leave, he encounters DIY and more importantly, Ciampa. Who is not best pleased seeing as he got snubbed by Aleister Black in the Mizzys.
Tommaso Ciampa: “Soooo… ya mind telling me how I didn’t win Biggest Rising Star? Better yet, do you mind telling me how the hell Black won? I always thought these awards shows were fixed but god damn, this puts the icing on the cake.”
Johnny Gargano: “We know you’ve still got that award too seeing as no one claimed it and you’ve gotta give it to someone, right? So what gives, Miz?”
Miz looks over both of them, and a smile is on his face.
Miz: ”Look, it wasn’t my decision to have Aleister Black win that award, in fact, I was actually rooting for you guys to win. I mean, Ciampa, after how you destroyed Triple H in your debut, I can say without a doubt that you made a fan out of me. But the committee thought otherwise...guess winning the Television Championship is more important than aiding in the destruction of a so-called ‘legend’ of the UWF in their eyes.”
Miz just shrugs at the pair of them, not having much of a care to what they (the committee) think, obviously.
Miz: ”Besides, every respectable, reputable awards show is bound to have one award that was given to the wrong person...it’s just a damn shame that it was the one you were involved in.
But uh, I guess you could take solace though in your victory over those...who the hell were they? The Worldwide Warriors? Whoever they are, it’s one step closer to the tag titles. I mean, that’d be one hell of a way to shut up the committee that voted that traitorous Aleister Black over you...I’m still pissed he didn’t live up to his end of the bargain in the Rumble match!”
Gargano and Ciampa look at each other and grin then look back at Miz.
Johnny Gargano: “You know what? You’re not as much of an ass as people make you out to be, Miz.”
Tommaso Ciampa: “Yeah.. you’re clever and let’s be honest, great recognize great so you’re all good in my book. Our apologies for storming at you like that. I think you’re actually the first guy in this company to not underestimate us. We don’t give a shit what the stupid committee thinks. Fuck the awards. Our track record will speak for itself when we hold those titles.”
Johnny Gargano: “Yeah, like Tommy said; ‘Great Recognize Great.’ so we’ll be rooting for you tonight against Minoru Suzuki. Sadly, Tommy underestimated him and was a bit of a hypocrite. Isn’t that right?”
Gargano looks to Ciampa. Ciampa fires back.
Tommaso Ciampa: “Well, if it wasn’t for me then Grado would’ve squashed your ass and we be out of the tournament then there’d be no tag team gold.. Isn’t that right?”
Gargano looks down at the floor like a pissed off child. Ciampa pats him on the shoulder before speaking to Miz for the last time.
Tommaso Ciampa: “Well it looks like my pal Jonathan here needs to go and find his toys as they have been thrown out of the buggy. We’ll let you get ready for your match, as we said, we’ll be rooting for you because fuck Suzuki. Before we head off one last thing; if you ever run into trouble and you need us there. We got you, alright?”
Ciampa extends a hand out to Miz to go for a handshake with a cheshire cat like grin on his face. Gargano does the same with a… not very cheshire cat like grin on his face. Ciampa speaks whilst his hand is still extended.
Miz takes the hand of Ciampa in for the handshake, a smile on his face as well, although not as big as Ciampa’s.
Miz: ”Well, I can definitely say that it was a pleasure to have met you two then, and I’ll make sure that the committee knows about what you had said, maybe it’ll change their minds. But for tonight, thanks...I’m going to savor destroying that playground bully and his little guitar playing hype man, and rest assured...it’s going to be...Awesome.”
The handshake ends, and DIY leave as Miz slings the tights over his shoulder again, and walks off in the opposite direction.
Drake Maverick is backstage as he walks into the medical room where doctors are assessing Jonah Rock.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Jonah, I was planning to call you, but then saw that you decided to head out to the ring. You weren't even asked to be here this week, so I'm not sure what made you go out there in the first place. If there was something bothering you, my office is just down the hallway. You should have known that. Anyway, given your recent performance and flouting of multiple terms of your contract, I have no choice but to inform you that effective immediately, you're fired. Seeing as I'm a generous men, I will let the doctors assess you and once they've done that, you'll be out of here.
Drake turns to leave the room, but as he reaches the door, a massive hand presses to his chest and pushes him gently back into it. Batista then steps into the opening he has just created in the doorway and nods his head.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ahh, Batista! Just who I wanted to see next. Well, this certainly makes things convenient. I've been in talks for most of the day and wanted to inform you that, assuming all of our checks come through clean, you'll have a contract in your hands within the next 24 hours. Congratulations!
Drake offers his hand. Batista shakes it.
Batista: It's a pleasure doing business with you... but...
Batista then immediately attacks Jonah, tossing him off the bed as the Animal grabs a metal pole and continues to beat the living shit out of Jonah to the point he's bleeding profusely, medics try to stop Batista but he yells at them so they flee the room. Batista then manages to get Jonah up on one leg once more against the corner of the room as Batista screams 'Come on Jonah, show your wife and kid you're strong'. Jonah tries out of the last bit of strength and energy he has in his body but Batista manages to kick him square in the abdomens before lifting him up but instead of a Batista Bomb, he throws Jonah against the brick wall. Batista then leaves the room but before doing so he walks up to Drake Maverick.
Batista: Things are going to be a little different around here... See you next week.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match! Introducing first...
”Done With That” begins to play as one-half of the decorated Samoan tag team, Jimmy Uso, starts making his way to the ring with Naomi.
Tony Chimel: From San Francisco, California and Orlando, Florida respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-six pounds. The team of Jimmy Uso and Naomi, Day One Glow!
The two enter the ring and get ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
”Are you ready to get Kzy?”
Out comes a bald man in neon clothing holding a microphone accompanied by another man who seems to be rapping along to the song they are high fiving people as they head down to the ring, and begin dancing in the ring in a synchronistic fashion.
Tony Chimel: From Kumamoto, Japan and Ebetsu, Hokkaido respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and thirty-five pounds. Representing Dr. Cube. The team of Kzy and Genki Horiguchi. Natural Vibes!
At the end of the song they high five and laugh and get ready for their match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of Day One Glow it is decided that Naomi will start the match as Jimmy steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the corner of the Natural Vibes, it is decided Kzy will start as Genki steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. He and Naomi approach each other as Naomi throws a punch but Kzy catches it, bringing her arm up and around as he moves next to her and is now standing beside her.
He does a dance move, guiding with his hand and vibrating his arm sort of snakelike up to his shoulder as he does something similar with the other arm that’s holding Naomi’s wrist as Naomi imitates what he just did with her free arm and looks at Kzy like she can’t believe she just went along with it when he’s her opponent. Kzy smiles and claps for her as she pulls free from him and throws another punch but he falls into a complete split to avoid it, then grabs at where the back of his collar would be if he was wearing a shirt and comes back to his feet, seemingly pulling himself up.
He turns and punches Naomi in the back of the head as she stumbles and he throws her to her knees before sliding in next to her and crosses his arms in a pose.
Tom Phillips: I guess Naomi’s not ready to get Kzy.
Mauro Ranallo: Instead of feeling the glow, Kzy’s made her part of his show.
Corey Graves: Would you idiots stop it? The only thing worse than seeing a wrestling match turned into, “America’s Best Dance Crew” is hearing you be cheeky about it!
Mauro Ranallo : Well you’re not wrong, Naomi is pretty cheeky. In fact she has what the young people call, ‘the cakes’.
Tom Phillips: What’s with the dated reference though?
Mauro Ranallo: I think he was trying to call Kzy a Jabbawockee.
In the ring, Kzy is up and so is Naomi as she takes her another swing but he sidesteps, dabbing in the process. She furiously throws one punch after the other but Kzy has broken into a moonwalk and is moving too quickly for any of them to connect. As she takes another swing, suddenly he stops and kicks his leg up and out, catching her in the chest and knocking her down onto her butt as he spins several times, tips an imaginary cap, and throws his arms outward as he looks up and emits a cry of power.
Corey Graves: Who does he think he is? The King of K-Pop?
Naomi gets to her feet quickly as she goes for a kick but he puts up his leg and hooks her foot with his as the two begin hopping around until they’re each standing where the other one just was as Kzy moves his leg and puts his foot back on the mat as Naomi charges him. Kzy catches Naomi and flapjacks her into the corner, her face hitting with great force, as he kips up and heads over to the Natural Vibes’ corner and tags in Genki. As Genki enters the ring, Naomi is using the corner to get to her feet as she puts a hand to her mouth and then looks at it, checking for blood.
As she turns around, Genki hits her with a dropkick as Naomi hits the corner hard and slumps into a seated position. Genki runs at her and connects with a Corner Knee Strike to the face. As Naomi falls to the mat, Genki starts putting the boots to her upper back as the crowd starts up with chants of, “That’s a La-dy!” with five stomps in between each chant.
Tom Phillips: I don’t think the fans appreciate this very much.
Mauro Ranallo: I would have to agree. This could get riotous.
Corey Graves: Give me a break! You didn’t hear them crying when Chris Jericho got physical with Kris Wolf several weeks ago. If Naomi didn’t want to be in the line of fire, her and Jimmy should’ve picked him a different partner. Like, oh I don’t know, his brother?
As the stomping continues, Jimmy angrily enters the ring but the referee is quick to reprimand him. While Jimmy is trying to push past him, Kzy enters the ring with a yellow box as he sets it down on the mat and exits while Genki leads Naomi to her feet and looks to DDT her onto it. Jimmy gets more aggressive at the sight of this as he tears past the referee and hits Genki with a Superkick, breaking up the DDT attempt as he falls to the mat and Jimmy exits the ring.
While this is going on, Kzy leans in and grabs the yellow box, pulling it out of the ring before the referee sees it and lifting up the ring apron with one hand, throwing the box under there with the other. As he drops the apron, Jimmy is standing to the side of him as he hits Kzy with a Superkick as well. Jimmy now returns to the apron as Naomi, who has been crawling towards their corner, tags him in and Jimmy enters like a house of fire.
Genki gets up from the mat but that proves to be a mistake as Jimmy hits him with a clothesline. Genki goes down but pops back up as Jimmy takes him down with another clothesline. Genki pops up a second time as Jimmy hoists him onto his shoulders this time and hits him with a Samoan Drop. Genki rolls over onto his stomach now and starts to Army crawl towards his corner, where Kzy is back on the apron with an outstretched hand.
Jimmy walks over and grabs Kzy, throwing him over the rope into the ring as he hits hard on his tailbone and pops up to his feet. As he turns, Jimmy hits him with a Superkick to the abdomen, then hoists Kzy onto his shoulders and hits a Samoan Drop onto Genki!
Tom Phillips: That’s one pissed off husband.
Mauro Ranallo: It’s his job as the head of the household to make sure she’s protected, provided for, happy, and most of all: loved. Jimmy and Naomi have a bond of trust and faithfulness, they are one another’s rock.
Corey Graves: ...
Tom Phillips: You’re awfully quiet over there, Corey. No joke about him being a head of the household if the head was brain damaged? Nothing sarcastic about them being each other’s rock because you thought Dwayne was the only Rock in that family? Nothing to add about the sanctity of matrimony?
Corey Graves: No, I...I’m good.
In the ring, Jimmy has gone to the top rope as he cups his hands around his mouth and yells, “UCE!” as the crowd responds, “OH!” before leaping off and hitting the Superfly Splash onto both men. Jimmy gets up and grabs Kzy as he’s rolling off of Genki and throws him toward the ropes as he sort of baseball slides on his stomach under the bottom rope and hits the outside floor hard.
Jimmy grabs Genki now and whips him into the ropes, quickly turning and leaping towards his corner, tagging in Naomi. Naomi leaps over the rope into the ring and turns her back to Genki, leaping up and hitting him with the Rear View as he comes off the ropes. Naomi goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Day One Glow!
Jimmy enters the ring as he and Naomi have their arms raised.
Tom Phillips: Well Dr. Cube’s not going to be happy, but Jimmy and Naomi certainly are.
Mauro Ranallo: The road to crown the Tag Team Champions continues and the competition just gets stiffer from here.
Corey Graves: Understatement of the century when you’re talking about The Outsiders, Mauro. Understatement of the century.
As the celebration continues, Revolution continues on elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a video feed from... somewhere exotic. It's sunny out. Obviously it was recorded earlier in the day. The scene is an anicent ruin. Some long, lost Incan temple, buried deep in the mountains and jungle of Peru. The camera catches Kyle O'Reilly walking out of the bush, face buried in a map before he looks up and smile.
KO'R: We're here!
The Diabetic Dragon stares as the stunning vista, awe plastered over his face like caution tape around a crime scene. His nWo t'shirt is drenched with sweat, but the Canuck couldn't be happier. Larry Sweeney soon joins him, but the Triple Champ doesn't look quite so happy to be there. In fact, he's downright irate.
Sweeney: You drag me outta bed at some ungodly hour so we could hike through the Devil's flaming butthole to get to this dump?
Kyle chuckles softly at the word "dump". He isn't about to recognize any ants at his picnic, nor any rain on his parade.
KO'R: Larry... this is El No No Lugar!
Unimpressed, Larry swats at a mosquito and shrugs.
Sweeney: Never heard of it.
KO'R: Yeah. It's pretty low-key. Only legit Peru buffs like me know about. Like a thousand years ago when white people first came to South America, the tribe-ies would just send anyone up here when they said they were looking for El Dorado. They thought they were finding a city made of gold. But mostly it was just cannibals and really big spiders. That building over there that looks like Mortal Kombat? That's for the Blood God.
Sweeney: Kinda looks like there's like... a Caribou Skull engraved above the entrance...
KO'R: Yeah. That crazy guy outside the hotel who sold me the map said to go in there was akin to cutting off your skin and serving it to the devil himself as a meal. Whatever that means.
Sweeney: Huh. Interesting stuff, Kyle. But I'm not really into sight-seeing, I gotta tell ya. Las Vegas, now that's my kind of town. I just like to have a good time with the - hey, where are the fells anyway?
Larry looks around for his nWo pals, but none of them are there.
KO'R: Oh, they're not here. I made separate itineraries for everyone so that the nWo could make the most of Peru. I've decided to be the Secretary General of the team. There was a vacancy.
Larry trails behind Kyle as they walk through the ruins, exploring and observing, the latter far more enthusiastic than the former..
Sweeney: Secretary general? Itineraries?
KO'R: Yep. I bet everyone's gonna have a great day.
Sweeney: Sure. Sure. Memories to last a life time. But we uh... better get back the arena, right? Sun's gonna go down any minute, I bet. Where's the tour guide?
KO'R: No tour guide. I bought the map and took it from there. Don't sweat it.
A nervous silence.
KO'R: Seriously, it's fine. We've got the camera guy and Puder should catch up to us any minute now. I made him carry the bags. Oh, hey, speaking of, do you think we should be worried about that Suzuki stuff of like -
Sweeney: The only thing I'm worried about right now is getting back to the arena. We've got a show to steal.
KO'R: But that pyramid over there? They say it's built on the bones of a thousand virgins. We should find out for sure. Besides, we're not even booked tonight.
Sweeney: What are you talking about?
KO'R: As Secretary General, it's my duty to make sure I keep track of these things. We're definitely not booked.
Sweeney: Are you freakin...
Larry looks like he's about to snap at Kyle, but stops himself. Instead he turns to the camera man, storms towards him and rants directly in the lens so that everybody sitting in the arena and watching around the globe can hear him loud and clear.
Sweeney: Alrighty then. Listen up, kiddos. Larry Sweeney has something to say.
It wasn't too long ago that I took your Golden Boy Kenny Omega out behind the woodshed and put a beating on him like nobody thought possible. The Triple Champ, the Man of His Word.... I told you I would unify this company's world championships and I did exactly that. And what do I get for it?
Nothin'. Notta. I am the face of this company. There's nobody else. I beat 'em all. The belts are mine. But am I the guy that gets the main event match? Do I get a celebration in the ring to commemorate the most significant championship victory in the history of the UWF? Ha! Nope! Everyone's distracted by this brand-merger and their precious Horror King and all the other shiny new toys on Revolution. Well, take it from the fella that broke all the old ones, me and my pals at the nWo aren't about to take a back seat to anyone! For one whole god damn year now, I've cut through this roster like a hot knife through butter. I didn't buy a new Ferrari and rev the engine up nice and loud to be stay at the line and watch everyone else race down to the road to Wrestlemania. This is my time. That's my spotlight shinin' bright on all those other faces.
Larry's menacing sneer twists into a malicious grin.
But I bet you sons of guns think it's real cute when Larry Sweeney's out runnin' around the jungle, or sittin' in the back clubhouse with the nWo. You think I'm gettin' all cozy and complacent, dontcha? Think again, guys and gals. You wanna talk cute? I think it's cute that none of you can go two minutes without name-dropping me cause you know I'm exactly what I same I am, and that's the golden ticket. And yeah, I think it's cute that everyone thinks they're the one who's gonna steal my throne, but none of ya got the stones, the stomach or stuff to get the job done. I think it's cute that that a guy like Stone Cold Steve Austin think he's not gonna wind up taking a dirt nap when he slithers outta retirement to face the nWo.
I get it. You wanna try and ignore the elephant in the room. The truth is obvious. Damn near plain as day, even. I'm the best wrestler that the UWF has ever seen, I'm the greatest champion of my generation, and with the nWo at my back, there isn't a person alive that can stop me. Revolution isn't the house I built, it's the house I tore down and replaced with a statue of myself. It's not complicated. It's as black and white as our team colours. Cut and dry, capiche? So mark my words right here and now... you can't do this show without me. I'm not making space for anybody, and I'm not about to share a slice of my pie. Watch your backs. Daddy's comin' home.
You especially, Marseglia. Ha.... You especially.
Larry pushes the camera away. Kyle, taking the hint, starts leading the way back towards the jungle path. They disappear into the trees just as Daniel Puder comes out of the bushes, carrying three heavy packs. He's exhausted. And alone. He looks around for Sweeney and O'Reilly but can't find them anywhere. He decides to find some shade and sit down for a minute, and heads into one of the ruins to do so. It's just bad luck he picks the one with the Caribou Skull above the entrance. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The camera cuts to the street square in Lima, Peru, every day life is continuing in this hot weathered day out there. Car horns are heard in the distance, but mostly everything is calm yet flowing so well.
BWEEP BWEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
??: “Get the fuck out of the way!”
A Honda CR-V zooms round the corner, and many people swerve out of dodge from the road. The camera pans into the car going around 50mph around these streets and scaring almost everyone in the area.
It then pans into the car to see a man in a hoodie in the back, and Nigel McGuinness in the front seat. Nigel is clearly a little angry and impatient, as he needs to get to the arena.
Nigel McGuinness: “Don’t these nu- dipshits around here know how to walk?! Jesus christ, I feel like I’m walking through a minefield here. MOOOOVE!”
The man in the back swipes his hoodie back, and then leans forward slightly into Nigel who is struggling to control the car around this minorly crowded area.
Adrian Neville: “Is your patience void or something man? Pull yourself together! We need to get this night off to a good start, and you crashing us into a street curb in the middle of Peru won’t do us any favours. The only person that will be dying by our hands tonight is that greasy, disgusting slob Vinny Marseglia-”
Neville’s speech is cut off as Nigel bumps into an old lady crossing the street. They fly over the car, but Nigel doesn’t stop to check if they’re alright.
“What is your fucking problem mate? Did you see what you just did? I get we believe in the better faith, but for christ sakes man you don’t go killing random pedestrians in an area you don’t even live in. What are you? A terrorist?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Fuck ‘em. I don’t give a shit about them. The only people who matter are in this very car. I bet that idiot was heading to the arena with their Jeff Hardy merchandise stashed in their bag, one less of those people makes this world a better place.”
Adrian Neville: “Just, don’t do it again right?! That doesn’t fly on my books, and believe me, a lot of stuff does fly by me. Part of what you said is correct, and yes, we are the only people that matter. Otherwise, what would the point of this be?”
The conversation cuts off as the camera pans back to the town center and UWF heads elsewhere, as we pretend what just happened never did.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The lights in the arena dim down to near darkness, the movie preview screen flashing on the titantron, everyone knows what is next...
QUIET ON THE SET, CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!
AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!
As the arena flashes back to life with "The Man" playing, the fans riled up and jeering heavily as The Miz walks out, a significant stride in his walk as each step taken is filled with poise, grace, and most importantly - confidence. Once he reaches the convergence of the stage and entrance ramp, he takes a spin around to see the entire audience before stopping, looking out to the crowd and pointing at a "lucky" fan, a grin on his face as the crowd reject this attempt to get them to cheer.
Tony Chimel: From Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds. He is the Mizzy Award winner for Superstar of the Year. The Miiiiizzzzz!
Following the spin, Miz makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, removing the Mizzy from his jacket and raising it above his head. He flashes a smile at all of those booing him as he hands the award to the referee and begins removing his entrance gear, handing that off to a ringside official as he gets ready for his next big performance.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
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He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
DING DING!
The bell rings and the referee indicates to get this one underway. The Miz instantly paces round the ring to a side angle of the ring but Suzuki doesn’t pace outwards and just stays still, glaring at the Miz trying to get a lockup in the middle of the ring. Miz then expresses his eagerness to lock up by shouting at Suzuki to meet him in the middle of the ring.
Tom Phillips: “What is Suzuki doing here Corey?”
Corey Graves: “Mind games Tom, mind games.”
Suzuki then takes a step forward, but still doesn’t meet the Miz in the middle of the ring. Miz then raises his hand up, opting for a different way to start out this match. Suzuki then looks at the hand held high, and then back at the face of the Miz. Suzuki then lays in a knee to the midsection of the Miz and then clubs on his back to hit him down to the mat.
Corey Graves: “Minoru Suzuki on the upper hand, with a good old piece of brawling to get this match underway.”
Suzuki then lays in a boot to the back of the Miz and then kicks him in the side connecting with the Miz’s ribs. Miz then rolls away to underneath the bottom rope and then clutches onto his ribs. Suzuki then heads over to the bottom rope and pushes the Miz to the outside of the ring. He then gets back up to a standing position and dusts off his hands.
One!
The Miz lays flat down on the ringside mat and Suzuki begins to gloat in the ring. The crowd begins to boo Suzuki in the ring due to his dominance early on.
Two!
Miz begins to crawl away to the ring barricade. He then gains one foot up, and then runs into the ring, and slides in. Suzuki stomps down Miz as he rolls in to a small cheer from the audience. Miz lays on his front halfway into the ring and then Suzuki drags him fully into the middle of the ring.
Tom Phillips: “Suzuki showing some almost effortless destructive nature over the Miz in the early stages of this match, one must wonder if the Miz will be able to rebound from it.”
Suzuki grabs the Miz by the head and then whips him up to his feet. Suzuki then grabs the arm of Miz and whips him over to the corner. He then walks over to Miz and swipes the legs of him, and sets him down into a seated position.
Suzuki then takes a few steps back and then begins to run and jumps up and lands the corner seated dropkick on the Miz in the corner. He then rolls back out and then picks the leg of Suzuki and drags him backwards and then covers him.
One…
The Miz kicks out at one from the corner dropkick and Suzuki gets back up to his feet. Suzuki then picks up the Miz and then suddenly the Miz fires at him with a blow to the head, and then a low dropkick sending him crashing down to the mat. Miz then gets back up and takes a bow as he’s back in control now.
Tom Phillips: “The Miz better not get too cocky here, it could cost him against such a dangerous competitor as Minoru Suzuki.”
Miz then sits Suzuki up and runs to the ropes and returns with a low angle big boot to the top of the head of Minoru Suzuki. He then grabs the head of Suzuki and gets him back up to his feet and whips him over into the corner.
Miz then runs straight into the corner and then hits the Awesome Clothesline on Minoru Suzuki. Miz slides back through the ropes and then goes over to Suzuki who has just collapsed near on the floor. He then pushes the legs up of Suzuki and then the referee counts the fall.
One…
Two…
Suzuki places his foot on the ropes and the fall is broken. The Miz can’t believe that he got this close to beating Suzuki with a simple move in his arsenal. He then sits up and looks around at the crowd, who don’t really care for him.
Tom Phillips: “The Miz needs to pull some more stuff out of the tank if he plans on putting Suzuki away.”
The Miz then kneels and gets full footing. He then looks around in the arena and then jumps, spreading his arms out and charging him up for the Skull Crushing Finale to put away Suzuki early in this matchup.
Corey Graves: “I understand he needs to do more, but at this stage of the match, one has to think the Miz is jumping the gun a little bit on this one.”
Suzuki slowly stumbles up to his feet, and Miz underhooks the arms for his finishing maneuver but Suzuki turns into Suzuki and gains an Achilles Lock on the Miz, slamming him down to the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: “What innovative thinking from Minoru Suzuki, turning into the Miz in the nick of time. The Miz has to get out of this hold, as once your achilles tendon breaks, it apparently feels like a bullet to the back of the foot, which may render him unable to continue this match.”
The Miz reaches out with his hand to try and scrape closer and closer to the bottom rope. The Miz then grabs a hold of the bottom of the rope, and then ducks underneath the bottom rope. The referee doesn’t even need to count as Suzuki releases and rolls underneath the bottom rope.
One!
Suzuki then drags the whole body of the Miz to the outside, and then lays a boot to the back of the Miz plummeting him face first into the floor. Suzuki then laughs mechanically at the pain of the Miz.
Two!
Suzuki then climbs up onto the ring apron and looks down upon the Miz. The Miz stumbles back up to his feet and then Suzuki runs and hits a running penalty kick on the chest of the Miz. Suzuki then climbs back into the ring and dusts off his hands and waits for the referee to count.
Three!
The Miz clutches his chest on the ground writhing in pain from the kick just delivered to him from Minoru Suzuki. Suzuki leans back to the other side of the ring’s ropes and waits once more for the referee to continue counting.
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
The Miz grabs a hold of the ring apron and gets both knees up on the ring mat, concerned about this movement, Suzuki stops leaning and gets into a powerful stance ready for the Miz to get back into the ring once more.
Eight!
Mauro Ranallo: “The Miz might just be counted out right here, I’m sure that Suzuki wouldn’t want it that way, despite his relaxed nature to the count raising this high.”
The Miz then gets a foot up on the mat and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. He then gets his other hand up on the bottom rope, but before he can use it to drag himself into the ring, Suzuki kicks the bottom the rope and breaks the grip that Miz has.
Nine!
The Miz rolls inside the ring without using the bottom rope for support and on the way back in clutches his hands. He then gets up and leans onto the second rope with his back and stays in a stable base. Suzuki then runs at the Miz to run with his boot up and suddenly Miz dodges out of the strike of Suzuki.
Tom Phillips: “Quick thinking came in handy for the Miz right there, this is the opening he needed to rebound from the offense of Minoru Suzuki.”
Suzuki’s leg slides through the middle rope and Miz quickly recovers to run back at Suzuki and hit a neckbreaker on him with the leg trapped in the ropes. Miz then grabs the leg elevated by the mistrike and rolls him in a reverse motion up to his feet and then he places him underneath his legs.
The Miz then lifts Suzuki up into a powerbomb position, and then bumps the back of Suzuki on the top rope and then swings around and lands the slingshot powerbomb on Suzuki. He then pushes up the legs for the cover from this offense.
One…
Two…
Suzuki kicks out at two from the powerbomb and neckbreaker combination pulled out from the Miz. Miz looks around in almost disbelief and brushes his hair back with his hands, in further shock from earlier in the match when he nearly put away Suzuki with a simple move in his arsenal.
Corey Graves: “What should the Miz pull next out of his tank? He’s so close to putting away Minoru Suzuki with every big move he lands, it’ll be only a matter of time when he stays down for the three count.”
The Miz grabs the arm of Minoru Suzuki and gets him up to a standing position, he keeps a hold of the arm and then releases him to the ropes and on returnal Miz leapfrogs over Suzuki. As Suzuki hits the other side Miz drops down, and on the third time around Suzuki shoulder blocks Miz and sends him smashing down to the mat.
Suzuki smiles and looks around the arena. He then runs and hits the other ropes parallel to his side and Miz drops down under him. Miz then gets up and lands a dropkick on Suzuki. Suzuki then falls down to the mat face first and the Miz grabs him by the shoulders and places him into a kneeling position.
Corey Graves: “Wait for it guys! Wait for it! I think he’s going to go for his signature “It Kicks”. I can’t wait!”
The Miz leans back and tightens his body in a almost clenched fashion and then lays in the first kick. There is an audible boo as the crowd don’t care for this unrewarded pandering to the crowd. Miz unclenches his body and looks around the arena in disgust. He then clenches his body up once more and lunges backwards ready for…
Another kick to the chest of Minoru Suzuki. Suzuki takes this kick and looks down at his chest as if it were an inconvenient spillage on his clothes and then looks back at the Miz and gestures for him to bring him another kick. The Miz brings him the third one. Suzuki gestures for another kick.
Mauro Ranallo: “Minoru Suzuki laughing in the face of pain might be the scariest sight I’ve ever seen. What a crazy man.”
The Miz delivers the fourth and fifth kick to the chest of Suzuki. Suzuki looks back at the Miz and sighs in disappointment. He then gestures for more. The Miz then brings the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth kick. Without encouragement from Minoru Suzuki, The Miz then finishes off the It Kicks with the roundhouse kick to the back of the head.
Corey Graves: “There it is guys, the world famous, the most effective move ever, the amazing It- oh nevermind.”
The commentary from Corey is disturbed by Suzuki leaning back into a kneeling position. He then laughs mechanically at the Miz and his petty kicks. He brushes his chest and looks unimpressed up at the face of the Miz. The Miz then wastes no time by landing the kneeling DDT on Suzuki and then rolls over for the cover on him.
One…
Two…
Suzuki once again kicks out at two, and clutches onto his head after kicking out, from that DDT just landed by him. The Miz then gets up, in thrustration, and appears very snappy. He then grabs the leg of Suzuki, and drags him into the middle of the ring. He then waves his loose hand in taunt to a boo from the crowd.
The Miz then twirls around the leg of Minoru Suzuki, but Suzuki pushes the Miz into the ropes with his other foot. Suzuki then rolls up to his feet and then throws the arm of Miz over his head and then chucks him overhead, landing a belly to back suplex on Miz. Suzuki then heads into full mount over the Miz and lays in a slap to the head of Miz.
He then lays in another and then another. He then stops with the slaps and lays in a forearm and another, and another, and then he stops with that and postures more up to punch Miz over and over and over, and he won’t stop!
The referee starts to see blood coming out of the mouth of the Miz, and starts to get alarmed at the amount of destruction Suzuki is laying into the Miz. Suzuki continues with the punches and it’s visible that the Miz is out. The referee pulls Suzuki off, almost as if he’s going to stop this match, but as he goes to get pulled off, he locks in the sleeper hold on the Miz.
The referee raises the hand of the Miz to check if he’s still conscious for the first time. And then the second time he raised his hand up, and then the third and final lift, which makes the referee stop this match.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via submission, Minoru Suzuki!”
Suzuki throws off the Miz and then stands up and gets his hand raised. Desperado rolls into the ring and spreads out the flag of Suzuki’s representation. UWF then heads elsewhere.
Silhouette
Hello UWF it has been a while. I wish I could say that I have missed you, but I know that the feelings aren’t mutual. If I was missed, I would have been called a long time ago. I would have gotten a message, but I guess the message was clear enough that I am just not wanted or needed. Or maybe even that I am easy to replace.
The silhouette shakes his head and he speak
You know I have done so much. So much for you people and what do you do? You just go on and find yourself a new hero. A new icon for you to cheer. It is almost like whatever I did in the past is just that in the past. We have all this history. All this foundation but at the end of the day none of it matters. All of it is easily replaced. All of it is just one big joke. Well you know who isn’t laughing? It is me. I am not laughing. I am sitting here waiting well guess what the wait is over.
The silhouette goes and he raises a watch
See the clock is ticking. Tick tock, and once the timer runs out boom. That is when I will come out? Whenever the hell I feel like coming out. The UWF took so long to call, and so I am going to take my time to answer. I am going to take my time in how I do things on my terms. Just know that I already have a target and I already know what my plan is.
The silhouette gets up from his chair and he is more animated with his body and he continues to speak
My plan is to takedown all those you love. You people seem to forget what the legacy of UWF was. You people forgot who made this brand. You people forgot everything. You have replaced us with who aren’t even worthy of the mantle of the name superstar. Am I bitter? You’re damn right I am bitter, and you would be too if you were in my shoes. So great people of the UWF do you want to know who is first? Do you want to know who I plan to takedown first? Well you know the saying a picture is worth a 1,000 words.
The silhouette reveals the picture
The silhouette tears it up and throws the picture in the trash and grabs the camera and pans it to the trash bag where the picture lays there
The camera goes dark...
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, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips
Corey Graves: I’m Corey Graves.
Mauro Ranallo: And I’m Mauro Ranallo and we are coming to you here LIVE from Lima, Peru with another exciting edition of UWF Revolution!
Corey Graves: You've got that right, Ranallo! And right at the top of that excitement will be when Edge and Christian bounce two Eurotrash losers from the tag tournament to bring the nWo one step closer to adding some more gold to the cabinet.
Tom Phillips: So much for objectivity. But speaking of the nWo, Intercontinental Champion Rick Rude will attempt to defend his title and keep his near-record reign rolling when he collides again with Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner.
Mauro Ranallo: Perennial fan-favourites Day One Glow will also collide with a foe in the form of Dr. Cube's menacing minions on the other side of the tag tournament bracket.
Tom Phillips: And the Monster Among Men Braun Strowman will make his UWF redebut in an exhibition against Matt Hardy.
Corey Graves: But most importantly of all, the next two title challengers for Larry Sweeney will go head to head when the Black Rose and the Horror King collide here, with none other than UWF Champion Larry Sweeney joining us on commentary.
Mauro Ranallo: We'll get underway with the in-ring action soon, but first, we're going to take you to a news conference earlier this week where Revolution General Manager Drake Maverick made a major new talent announcement.
The feed goes to the Revolution graphic and then to a shot of Drake Maverick shaking hands with Aussie sensation Buddy Murphy!
DRAKE MAVERICK
Well, Buddy, best of luck as you embark on this major new chapter of your fledgling wrestling career. If we see half the man the people of Australia and the world over have gotten to see in recent months, I am sure you will excel!
Buddy releases the handshake as he points to Drake and begins to speak.
Buddy Murphy:
As you just said Drake this is a new leaf in the Buddy Murphy Chronicles. UWF has given me a home where I am going to show what I am made of. Revolution is about to go through a refinement as I make my claim at everything in the UWF. I am going to be the guy that everyone in that arena knows when I come out they are going to see the match of the night. I have done it for years… Funny that I was overlooked for too long…
Murphy looks down for a split second before looking forwards towards the press…
My career has come full circle, Not less than a year ago I decided I would forge my own path. That path has lead me to the light which is UWF, Truly it’s an honour to be offered a spotlight as great as this right here. I always looked to the top and it takes two completely different type of men to get there. The guys in the back have fought tooth and claw to climb to the top of the pack. While an equal amount of men who will take any shortcut to the top but both these men have something in common… I will prove that I have earned my spot here I will knock each and everyone of their pedestal…
I left the company that had me under contract over a year ago, As they were blindsided by the bigger and less mentally inept stars that ran rampant in the main event while relegating me to the kickoff shows. Even when I put match of the night, Every single match on the kickoff, Racking up win after win somehow… It wasn’t enough, I wasn’t enough for them despite all the show stealing performances I put on they were fixated on these other guys who had “IT”, the guys who fit the mould like a fitted glove for a superstar, They cast me aside one too many times… I finally had enough, never again will I be shafted to the side. I am the best kept secret in the wrestling world and everyone in the UWF Backstage has just been put on notice...
The guys in the back are being put on notice. Not because I want a catchphrase to get favor of the crowd, I have my pure wrestling ability to show them that I belong here. I don’t just belong here I am here to excel far beyond everyone’s expectations. I am here to make my name a household name as I will EARN every title and every accolade that comes my way. I will take every chance I get each and every week I will make a case for why I am the best kept secret... I will never be put to the back of the line again… It’s only forward from here on out. Everyone here has heard it here first.
Murphy looks dead into the camera, His eyes not wavering as he leans in as he proclaims...
Mark my words... I am going to be a champion here in the UWF. No matter the cost!
Murphy stands up as to not get too heated, slamming his hands down on the table as he finishes his promise. Drake chuckles to himself and smiles for the camera as he again shakes Buddy's hand.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Yes, well, let's try to save some of that fiery enthusiasm for the squared circle, shall we! Thank you! And thank you all!
As the conference wraps up, the feed transitions back to the UWF graphic and then the programming continues.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
As the intimidating roar is heard followed by the music that accompanies it, the fans are ready to see someone get some hands. Without wasting any time, the, “Monster Among Men” appears from the back and raises both arms above his head, letting out another roar before starting down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Orlando, Florida. Weighing in at three hundred and eighty-five pounds. He is the, “Monster Among Men”. Braun...Strooooowwwwwmaaaannnnn!
Braun arrives at the end of the ramp and enters the ring as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
As the tantric tones of, “Moonlight Sonata” please the ears of all in attendance, the excitement of those in earshot is heightened as they know they are about to be graced by the presence of the broken brilliance of an industry veteran. Not wishing to delay their satisfaction longer than necessary, the vessel of that broken brilliance bursts forth from the back, cutting through the air in front of him and repeatedly yelling out, “Delete!” in sync with the motion.
Tony Chimel: From Cameron, North Carolina. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-six pounds. He is, “Broken”...Matt...Hardy!!
Matt enters the ring and climbs up onto one of the turnbuckles, continuing to, “Delete!” for a moment before climbing down and preparing for competition.
DING DING!
The bell rings as the returning Matt Hardy and returning Braun Strowman stare each other down. They start circling around each other Matt trying to get Braun to lock up. Matt has one hand in the air calling for the right hand of Braun to lock up, Braun is suspicious, but he interlocks his right hand with Matt's. Matt then calls for the left, and again, Braun goes to interlock his left hand with Matt's, but before he locks in his left hand, Matt goes for a kick to the gut of Braun. Braun holds his gut in pain and Matt wraps his arm around Braun's head and tries to hit a Twist of Fate early on! Before Matt can go for the spin, Braun lifts him up and drops him with a back body drop.
Mauro Ranallo: Matt was trying to end this match early on the Monster Among Men! Not too smart on his part!
Corey Graves: Not smart at all, all he did was anger the monster!
Matt sits up and holds his back in pain. Braun, visibly upset after being duped by Matt, goes behind Matt, grabs his shoulders and lifts him to his feet. He puts his left hand behind Matt's head and pulls his hair forcing Matt to lean back. He looks to the crowd with a big smirk on his face and lifts his right hand up and hits a big closed right fist chop on Matt's chest. Matt falls hard onto the mat and clenches his chest in pain. He starts to crawl towards the rope, but Braun pulls Matt's legs to the middle of the ring. He goes over and grabs Matt by the waist. He picks him up to his feet and lifts him into the torture rack!
Tom Phillips: Braun Strowman is dominating Matt right now.
Corey Graves: It's what the weirdo gets. Maybe Braun can knock some sense back into Matt.
Matt yells in pain as Braun wrenches the hold and hops up and down to apply pain. Matt uses his left hand and starts clocking Braun on the head. Braun tries his best to keep the hold, but he finally drops Matt and Matt uses this opportunity to his advantage and starts laying lefts and rights to Braun. Braun stumbles backwards and Matt runs the ropes and goes for a shoulder charge, but Braun being the bigger man causes Matt to fall hard on his back. Braun laughs at Matt's puny attempt and tells him to try again. Matt gets up and accepts Braun game with a smile of his own. He runs the ropes again, but again, to no avail. Braun says “One more time!” Matt obliges and tries one last time, but this time hits a low dropkick to Braun's left leg.
Mauro Ranallo: SMART! What a smart play by Matt Hardy! He knew he couldn't take Braun down with shoulder charges, so he went for the legs!
Braun falls onto his left knee and Matt goes behind and wraps his arm around Braun's head. He lifts him up to his feet and goes for an inverted DDT. He drops Braun and doesn't hesitate as he gets up and hits a leg drop. Braun grabs his throat and rolls onto all fours. Matt starts to taunt his opponent to wake up. He begins yelling DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! as the crowd chants with him. Braun gets up and Matt tries going for the Twist of Fate once again, but Braun catches Matt's foot pushes him back and Matt keeps his balance, but bounces off the ropes into the Big Boot of Braun Strowman! Matt does a backflip and is seemingly knocked out. Braun tries to go over to Matt to take advantage, but the ref pushes Braun away and the ref goes to check on Matt.
Corey Graves: Matt Hardy might be out in this one. That big boot may have rebooted Matt back to V1 Matt Hardy.
As the ref is checking Matt, Braun looks on with patience. He can't wait to finish what he started. A buzzing starts to surround the arena and Braun looks around to see what is causing it. Before Braun knows it, Vanguard One shows up and activates a taser mechanism shocking Braun and paralyzing him for the moment. The drone flies off and Matt pushes the ref out of the way and rolls up Braun!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE'S YOUR WINNER… BROKEN MATT HARDY!
Matt rolls out of the ring and celebrates. He goes to the ramp and looks to the crowd then back to Braun and yells “WONDERFUL!” and starts doing his “DELETE!” chants with the crowd. Vanguard One flies down over to Matt and he does his signature laugh as Vanguard One flies around him. Braun is out cold from the unexpected tasering as the ref checks on him.
Tom Phillips: Well there you have it, folks! Hardy using some shenanigans to pull out the win here tonight!
Corey Graves: Shenanigans?! Matt Hardy may have just killed the Monster Among Men and you're calling it shenanigans? I call this attempted murder, Phillips!
Matt is still celebrating on the ramp as Revolution rolls on.
The live feed cuts to a prerecorded interview with Renee Young.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, Sami Zayn.
Sami Zayn: Hello again Renee.
Renee Young: Sami, you managed to walk away with a win in your debut last week against a very formidable opponent in Max Smashmaster. You wanted to make a statement in your return to the company and not only did you do that with the way you won, but also with a few choice words you had to say.
Sami Zayn: I know what I'm up against. I realize the dangers of coming in and putting a target right on my back. I could have just laid low and slowly built up some momentum and just hope I was avoided by guys like you and the NWO but no, that's not the Sami Zayn way. Taking on the NWO may seem like going up against an army and you may literally have an army but I'm not just gonna sit on my hands and wait until you take over UWF.
Renee Young: Do you think it was smart to let everyone know right out the gate how you feel about guys like the NWO and Dr. Cube?
Sami Zayn: I stand by everything I said and will continue to stand by what I say. Was it smart? Probably not but sometimes you just gotta go with your gut. I truly believe that the UWF would be better off without guys like Dr. Cube and the NWO.
Renee Young: So have you given any thought to maybe joining Team Austin to participate in Wargames?
Sami Zayn: Well Austin hasn't come to me about anything like that and I don't blame him. I just came back and although I defeated a hell of an opponent, beating a guy with no pedigree in UWF doesn't amount to much since nobody knows what he's capable of. I also didn't come here hoping to be thrust right into one of the main events of a pay per view. I know I need to work my way up but if Austin wants to grant me the pleasure in helping him take down that group, then he knows how to contact me.
Renee Young: Onto something else that transpired last week. Becky Lynch came up to you and proposed a team up of sorts, saying that she wanted to manage you and you turned her down. Can you elaborate on why?
Sami Zayn: Basically I wanted to prove to not only the people but myself that I can do this all on my own. Maybe a couple of months down the line when I've really found my footing here, I'll gladly call her up and ask for her managerial services but for right now, I need to be on my own.
Renee Young: Don't you however think it's a little hypocritical that you're open to join forces with Austin then? And wouldn't having Becky Lynch in your corner only help provide more backup in the case that you do go toe to toe with the NWO?
Sami gets a bit thrown off but quickly composes himself.
Sami Zayn: You know what, you make a good point. I think there are certain differences in needing someone to help manage my career and joining forces to help save UWF but you still make a valid point. Becky however does have her choice of the whole roster and I'm sure she'll find someone else to manage. Maybe even someone to tag with. She's already won more matches than me here so she'll do fine without me.
Renee Young: Well we wish her the best of luck and also good look to you too Sami.
Renee and Sami shake hands as the segments fades out.
IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, IT GOES, GUILLOTINEEEEEEEEE, YAH!
Jonah Rock then makes his way from behind the curtain as he quickly grabs a microphone.
Jonah Rock: So... Lima, Peru. Of all fuckin' places. I'm here. Well, it was nice exploring this country but what I'm really out here for is to speak about the last few months. It's been a roller-coaster ride, it's doing my head in. The constant losses, the fact I was seen as Australia's best and I've done nothin' but let them all down. I mean I came fuckin' inches from winnin' against Aleister Black last week. It didn't take one black mass either... so that's sayin' somethin'; but... it's time for the truth. It's time to speak about these losses and how it's affectin' me, ya see... ever since I left my wife and kid back in Australia... I've been 'ere on my own and that ain't easy. I've been feelin' homesick, I've been missin' the shit out of my family and honestly I don't thin-
Suddenly a familiar theme song hits and interrupts...
I walk for miles inside this pit of danger.
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone.
The crowd loses their mind as Batista is seen from the entrance stage, he crouches down as the pyro's explodes as he mimics a machine gun. But soon, Batista pauses and stops at the entrance ramp.
Batista: Really? You don't think you've got it Jonah? Is that what you're trying to say? I've seen what you're capable of, but this... this defines you as a weakling. If you want to walk, walk... because this company would just bring me back. I'm the money-maker around here, did you honestly think you were going to weave your fat fuckin' ass here and provide dinner on the table? I don't think you understand how wrestling works Jonah. You come in here thinking you're the best to offer. But fuck... Outback Jack was better than you. Oh, calm down Jonah! It's only the truth. You're not good, you've proven nothing to be a complete joke and it makes me wonder if you really should have stayed Down Under... after all you're down under my league! Ha! But let's cut it to the chase shall we Jonah? You're wanting to quit because things got tough? I've been down that road, it ain't easy, I went and made movies, made big money... but now, I'm back. Before you ask why? It's because of people like you, trying to go down the road I went. Leaving when it got too tough, leaving when they didn't get what they want. Well... you know what? I get what I want, when I want...and that's why I'm here. When I was backstage earlier today, management was saying they're looking at cutting someone off this roster. Embarrassment after embarrassment, this company doesn't want to place people like you on Television. That's why you weren't booked in a match tonight Jonah. This is a show full of winners, full of dedicated people who want to strive. So, you're out the door as of this very second. So head to your locker room, pack your bags and get the hell back to Australia. Maybe some company there will welcome you back, but... your days of being an Indy darling... you've got a long way to go before you're back here.
Jonah Rock: So you think you can walk down here and tell me I'm replaced? First of all, you don't even know what I was going to say. So allow me before you rudely interrupted me. I was going to say I don't think I should be given opportunities just yet, not until I can prove myself. As for me leaving, not a chance in hell Dave. You're going to have to kill me for me to leave, you're going to have to do one better. I don't play games, I'm not here to fuck around, I'm here to dominate and whilst I've done that but failed to get the final action... maybe I should actually send you back to where you were last week...
Batista then steps into the ring.
Batista: You really need to learn how to be quiet, Jonah. You're gone. I get you're frustrated, I get you're confused but it's reality. Don't believe me, go backstage and they'll tell you.
Jonah then makes his way out of the ring but before he can do that Batista then attacks from behind, attacking Jonah's legs. Batista quickly slides under the ring as he grabs a chair and begins whacking the chair on Jonah's leg. Jonah tries to get up on one leg but Batista delivers a spear and takes the big man Jonah down before placing the chair on his leg. Batista then grabs another chair and smashes his leg which already had a chair placed on it over and over again. After several hits, security run down to the ring as Batista then leaves as security try and get Jonah to his feet to assess him backstage.
The classic black and white camera feed is coming from a handheld camera. The camera is looking out of a car window as it is going down a highway.
Nash: So, like I was saying. Edge and Christian win their match tonight, then next week me and Scott will take on Chimpy and Gorgonzola-
Hall: Ciampa and Gargano.
Nash: Whatever, we take them on and we beat them, so then it’s nWO vs nWo in the finals of the tag tourney, either way, we’re good. Rick will retain, again, against Steiner. Then it should be about time for Wargames and we’ll finally get to stick it to Austin hopefully once and for all.
Rude: Can someone please explain to me again why on Earth we are in this tuna-can of a car and not in a stretch limo of some sort? Surely to God, Peru has limos.
The camera pans over to Rick Rude who is obviously very uncomfortable in this car, and very sweaty in his suit. He dabs at his forehead. The camera pans up to the driver’s seat where Kevin Nash is seated.
Nash: Hey man, I just thought it would be all nostalgic for us to all pile in a car and hit the roads like we used to, back in the day, ya know?
Back to Rude.
Rude: Do you know what an Archelon is, by any chance, Kev?
Nash: Not in the slightest.
Rude: It is the ancient ancestor to the sea turtle. Do you know what happened to the Archelon, Kev?
Nash: Again, drawing a blank dude.
Rude: It fucking evolved, Kev. You know what else has evolved? We have, as a society. You know what one of the perks of evolving is? We can call an Uber or a stretch limo and not have to cram into this tiny ass car!
The camera awkwardly stays on Rude for a moment as there is silence in the car for a moment.
Hall: Maybe he needs a Snickers.
Rude: No, what I need is a vehicle with working air condition or windows that can roll down.
Nash: My bad, man! You got to admit though, it does bring you back to our early days. Hey Scott, did you pick up the itinerary that Kyle made up for all of us?
Hall: No, Eric said he had it.
Bischoff from behind the camera.
Bischoff: No, I gave it to you, Scott.
Hall: Well, I don’t remember that part. Rick, any chance you picked it up?
Rude: If I did, I would have booked either a flight or some travel arrangements other than this, so no, I obviously do not have it.
Nash looks over his shoulder and then into the side mirror and over his shoulder again.
Nash: Hey, Scott...can I get over?
Hall: I don’t know, depends on who you’re working with.
Nash: No, I mean, can I like, get over
Hall: Like I said, depends on who you’re working with. There’s not a wide selection of talent on the roster. We’re probably the most over thing this company has ever had going for them.
Nash stares blankly at Hall.
Rude: He means in fucking traffic, Scott.
Hall shrugs.
Hall: Well, in that case...yeah, you’re clear. And hey, what’s the deal, Rick? What’s got you in such a bad mood?
Rude: Let’s see...being cramped up in this car, being in yet another shithole country where I speak a foreign language, losing intelligence by having to be in the presence of Scott Steiner, you guys are banned from my match tonight so anyone could intervene and cost me the title, and our “excursions” this evening are a clusterfuck. This is the last time that we allow Kyle to be in charge of the nWo’s entertainment plans. Ever.
Bischoff: You could try calling him, if we ever get signal. I think it was something with a “ch” sound in it.
The camera pans over to a road sign that says Pachacamuc-Next Right.
Nash: Patch-a….Paka...Hey, that had a “ch” in it. Should we take it?
The general consensus of the car is to take the exit. The camera lens is covered. The camera cuts off.
The camera comes back on to show the nWO cruising very slowly through a rough looking part of town.
Nash: This looks like the place where ambition and hygiene go to die a slow, agonizing death.
Rude: Not if we aren’t the first to die. Thank God I’ve got my wallet. Even Gringo currency carries a lot of weight around here.
Nash: What are we worried about? We’ve got Razor Ramon with us! He can definitely ask for directions.
Hall: That was just a gimmick, man. I doubt these guys would appreciate the overly exaggeration. And still no cell signal. Damn. Turn around, Kev, we must have missed a turn off.
The camera is forced back to Rude as he has grabbed ahold of it to face it towards him.
Rude: If we ever make it out of the Liman Ghetto alive, or if we die, then let this be my dying declaration. Scott Steiner, apparently once wasn’t enough for you to understand that you are way outclassed and outmatched. Tonight will be yet another easy defense for me as I take yet another step closer to the most legendary Intercontinental championship reign of all time. The nWo is inching ever so close to being in complete control of Revolution. We’ve almost got control of all the major titles, we’ve certainly got control of the greatest talent in the UWF...and that’s just too...sweet.
The camera cuts out.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match! 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...
You think you know me?
GO!
Out come Edge and Christian now. Edge marches down the ring ahead of Christian, holding hands with his girlfriend, as Christian throws his arms up in irritation, rolling his eyes as he follows along, eventually saying whatever to it and blowing some kisses and shooting them off into the crowd that hates the both of 'em.
Tony Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-three pounds. Representing the New World Order and being accompanied to the ring by Lita. The team of Edge and Christian, “Rated ChaRisma”!
Edge slides into the ring and stands up, flicking his tongue in an absolutely perverted fashion towards Lita who laughs and jabs him in the arm. Christian enters and puts a hand over his forehead to search into the crowd in signature fashion. Edge hands Lita his jacket and the two share a kiss before she exits the ring and stands by to cheer her team on.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and both teams take a few moments to decide who's going to start this, E and C decide that Edge is going to be the starter and the ref is starting to urge the Death Squad to decide, Aleister just gives him a dead, cold stare and swiftly goes out to the apron, WALTER and Edge start the match by walking to the center of the ring and locking up, Walter uses his brute strength to drive Edge into a corner and when the ref breaks them up he nails a chop into Edge's chest! the rated R superstar didn't expect that and jumps up while clutching his chest and yelling out FUCK! he didn't expect to be hit this hard, the ref quickly gets between the two and starts to yell at WALTER who just nods while Edge is smiling he and recovering in the corner, after a while Edge leaves the corner, pushes the ref out of his way and gives WALTER a big punch right into the jaw! the Austrian giant simply brushes the punch off and just stares Edge down, smiling a bit for his efforts.
Mauro Ranallo: Look! WALTER didn't even feel that one!
Tom Phillips: Are we going to talk about how Edge deliberately put his hands on the referee?
Corey Graves: What are you talking about? I didn't see anything.
Edge has a shocked look on his face and he starts to back off into the corner, not that he has much space to back off into, he puts his hands up in hopes of getting some mercy but WALTER dismisses it and tries for another chop but this time Edge is able to duck under and switch places with WALTER! he can't give WALTER even a second to realize what's going on and he immediately starts unloading with punches and chops! WALTER defends himself well for a couple of moments, and when he sees a chance he pushes Edge away but Edge only uses that to charge him and spear him in the corner! WALTER stumbles out of the corner, not quite down yet but Edge finally drops him with a DDT! he quickly gets on top of him, hooking both legs
1,2
NO!
Aleister quickly jumps in the ring and breaks up the pin by kicking Edge in the back of the head, he then goes over to the ref and begins to ask why the fuck is he counting so fast but the ref simply tells him to get out and threatens to disqualify him, he does so until Christian comes in and attacks Aleister from behind! he starts stomping the grounded TV champion and when he sees his partner is getting back to his feet he kicks him out of the ring, Christian then goes over to Edge and helps him up, they both go to WALTER and wrap their arms around his head looking for a double suplex but the moment they try to lift him up, WALTER plants his feet on the ground and manages to lift and suplex both of them! Edge and Christian get launched to the other side of the ring and from the impact, Christian gets thrown out of the ring! WALTER gets back to his feet and charges the downed Edge who he smashes with a senton! he flips over immediately after the senton and pins Edge
1...........
NO!
the (very) slow pin is interrupted when Lita tries to pull WALTER out of the ring, WALTER doesn't care tho, he just gives her a death stare and she backs off, suddenly Aleister Black enters into the ring and starts to argue with the ref, even going so far as to push him, the ref is seconds away from calling it a DQ and WALTER steps in, he calms down Black and tells him to use his aggression against their opponents, they both go into their corner where they switch places, Aleister stalks the still downed Edge and when he finally gets up Black kicks him in the chest with the speed of a bullet! Edge tries to shrug the kick off but the force of the kick is too much for him to handle, he falls down to one knee, just the perfect position for Black to knee him in the face! Edge falls back but Black isn't finished, he picks and holds Edge up by the throat then releases him and spins around, hitting Edge right on the jaw with a spinning elbow! Edge falls down face first like a sack of potatoes and Black just stares at him, he wants to continue the beating but the ref suddenly gets in between them, he tells Black to back off as he's checking on Edge, Black protests for a second but ultimately listens
Tom Phillips: Come on this is ridiculous! it's obvious that the ref is favoring Edge and Christian!
Corey Graves: How did you come to this stupid conclusion Phillips?! the ref is just checking to see if Edge is ok!
Mauro Ranallo: Yeah but he also counts extremely slow when WALTER was going for the pin and extremely fast when Edge was going for it...
Corey Graves: Oh I'm really sorry that our ref isn't good enough at math for you Mauro! come on it's 2019, you gotta accept the different Mauro.
the ref is still "checking" on Edge and only when the rated R superstar is fully up on his feet he lets Black get back into the match, he quickly and angrily walks over to Edge who in the last second is able to get his hand up and wreck Black in the eye! he follows the rule breaking by hooking one of Black's arm and drop him face first with Half nelson bulldog! Edge is beaten up, he wants to make that tag to Christian and has to crawl over to their corner, he reaches it and tags Christian in just as Black is starting to get up, Christian stops Black's movements by going over and kicking him in the face! captain charisma lives up to his nickname and begins to taunt the crowd, he even goes as far as turning his back to Black, jumping on the second rope and celebrating, much to the boos of the fans, Black sees that the captain is open to attack and springs right back to his feet then charges Christian and launches him with a huge german suplex! the crowd cheers cause that ugly face isn't staring at them anymore but Black doesn't care, he gets back up to his feet and Irish whips Christian into his corner where he tags in WALTER and exposes Christian's chest for a STIFF chop! Christian stumbles out of the corner and immediately wants to tag Edge back in but his best bud just raises both of his thumbs and tells him he can do it, WALTER grabs Christian's back before he reaches his corner and drops him with a German suplex! he keeps the bridge on for a pin
1................
NO!
Christian kicks out! both WALTER and Black are furious with the ref clearly being on Edge and Christian's side but they know that if they protest he'll just DQ them, WALTER realizes that if he beats Christian hard enough he wouldn't be able to kick out even with the ref's slow count, he picks up Christian and goes to suplex him but he's able to land on his feet behind WALTER and drop him with a reverse DDT! WALTER is hurt and Christian needs to take advantage of that, he quickly gets back to his feet and climbs the nearest top rope where he dives off with the Frog Splash! Christian bounces off WALTER's gut but very quickly gets back to his senses and goes to pin him, one leg hooked
1! 2! th..
NO!
WALTER just pushes Christian off of him but Captain Charisma doesn't give him a chance to recover, he mounts him and begins to unload with heavy punches, only stopping when he has to catch his breath and WALTER uses that break in the assault to again push Christian away but this time he gets back up immediately, just for his dick to get a meeting with Christian's leg! WALTER folds over, grabbing his crotch and Black couldn't be more furious, he tries to enter the ring but the ref holds him back, while Black is with the ref Lita slid two chairs into the ring and Edge entered, picked up one and gave Christian the other, Black sees that and stops his arguing to let the ref know what the frick is going on but the ref still yells at him although he's doing nothing and E&C are able to destroy WALTER's skull with the Con-Chair-To! Christian drops the chair and quickly pins WALTER and the ref stops with Black just in time to count it, Black tries to interfere but Edge keeps him at bay
1,2,3!
DING DING DING!
Edge and Christian quickly roll out of the ring, Edge to make out with his girlfriend to celebrate and Christian, the forever alone guy, to celebrate on his own.
Tom Phillips: Are you serious? that ref should be fired right now!
Corey Graves: For what Tom? it's not cheating if you don't get caught.
Before Tony Chimel is able to announce the winners Revolution's own sheriff comes charging down the ramp, Stone Cold is here to fix the clusterfuck! Austin slides into the ring and immediately stunners the ref before leaning against the ropes and yelling at Chimel something that he repeats on the microphone, with slight changes
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the match has been restarted, and due to an order from the sheriff, Stone Cold Steve Austin is the new enforcer!
Christian re-enters the ring and tries to get Edge to back onto the apron but his bud is too busy sinning, he again calls for Edge but before he can finish the sentence, he gets hit with a Black Mass to the back of the head! the impact's so strong he gets thrown out of the ring! Edge is still kissing the fuck outta Lita and Stone Cold begins to count em out
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
Christian begins to show signs of life
10!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners and advancing in the tag team, Tournament The New Sumerian Death Squad!
WALTER gets back to his feet while holding his neck just in time to have his and Aleister's arm raise in victory, they both stare into Edge and Christian and the feed moves elsewhere.
Slow Zoom in on a laboratory and see Dr. Cube at his desk. He Looks contemplative.
Dr.Cube: The time is right for something, something big, Wrestlemania has almost ARRIVED. But some of my toughest minions have yet to make their mark. War games will keep the two bickering for the moment, but I must act swiftly and with precision! MINION BRING ME MY PLANS FOR DOMINATION.
A minion walks up to Dr. Cube with a bunch of papers and says.
Minion: Well Dr.Cube option A is to bring in AJ Styles full time.
Dr. Cube looks like he considers it for a second, but then shakes his head.
Dr.Cube: Nah. Nah. Been done to death give me something original! I want to bring this company to its knees!
The minion shakily slides a folder to Dr.Cube
Minion: There is option E…
He begins reading through it and a small chuckle goes into full-blown maniacal laughter.
Dr.Cube: IT’S PERFECTION. THE DEMISE OF THE UWF IS AT MY FINGERTIPS. GET ME MY BAGS AND MY ARMY WE ARE GOING ON A TRIP.
Minion: Where to?
Dr.Cube: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania of course!
He gets up and the camera returns to static with only his laughter remaining.
The cameras go backstage, seeming to wander for a few seconds before stopping as The Miz is seen, putting the finishing touches on his ring gear. Or, more specifically, watching as the UWF’s seamstress finish off piecing together a series of golden lettering onto some gear that, normally, wouldn’t be worn by him. Instead of the usual trunks, instead lying on the table are a pair of black tights, gray lines running on the side and what appears to be a white belt running atop the hem of the tights.
With some finishing strokes of the hand, they turn around to allow Miz to see the golden lettering now attached to the gear. He gives a nod, and takes them, slinging it somewhat carelessly over his shoulder. As he turns to leave, he encounters DIY and more importantly, Ciampa. Who is not best pleased seeing as he got snubbed by Aleister Black in the Mizzys.
Tommaso Ciampa: “Soooo… ya mind telling me how I didn’t win Biggest Rising Star? Better yet, do you mind telling me how the hell Black won? I always thought these awards shows were fixed but god damn, this puts the icing on the cake.”
Johnny Gargano: “We know you’ve still got that award too seeing as no one claimed it and you’ve gotta give it to someone, right? So what gives, Miz?”
Miz looks over both of them, and a smile is on his face.
Miz: ”Look, it wasn’t my decision to have Aleister Black win that award, in fact, I was actually rooting for you guys to win. I mean, Ciampa, after how you destroyed Triple H in your debut, I can say without a doubt that you made a fan out of me. But the committee thought otherwise...guess winning the Television Championship is more important than aiding in the destruction of a so-called ‘legend’ of the UWF in their eyes.”
Miz just shrugs at the pair of them, not having much of a care to what they (the committee) think, obviously.
Miz: ”Besides, every respectable, reputable awards show is bound to have one award that was given to the wrong person...it’s just a damn shame that it was the one you were involved in.
But uh, I guess you could take solace though in your victory over those...who the hell were they? The Worldwide Warriors? Whoever they are, it’s one step closer to the tag titles. I mean, that’d be one hell of a way to shut up the committee that voted that traitorous Aleister Black over you...I’m still pissed he didn’t live up to his end of the bargain in the Rumble match!”
Gargano and Ciampa look at each other and grin then look back at Miz.
Johnny Gargano: “You know what? You’re not as much of an ass as people make you out to be, Miz.”
Tommaso Ciampa: “Yeah.. you’re clever and let’s be honest, great recognize great so you’re all good in my book. Our apologies for storming at you like that. I think you’re actually the first guy in this company to not underestimate us. We don’t give a shit what the stupid committee thinks. Fuck the awards. Our track record will speak for itself when we hold those titles.”
Johnny Gargano: “Yeah, like Tommy said; ‘Great Recognize Great.’ so we’ll be rooting for you tonight against Minoru Suzuki. Sadly, Tommy underestimated him and was a bit of a hypocrite. Isn’t that right?”
Gargano looks to Ciampa. Ciampa fires back.
Tommaso Ciampa: “Well, if it wasn’t for me then Grado would’ve squashed your ass and we be out of the tournament then there’d be no tag team gold.. Isn’t that right?”
Gargano looks down at the floor like a pissed off child. Ciampa pats him on the shoulder before speaking to Miz for the last time.
Tommaso Ciampa: “Well it looks like my pal Jonathan here needs to go and find his toys as they have been thrown out of the buggy. We’ll let you get ready for your match, as we said, we’ll be rooting for you because fuck Suzuki. Before we head off one last thing; if you ever run into trouble and you need us there. We got you, alright?”
Ciampa extends a hand out to Miz to go for a handshake with a cheshire cat like grin on his face. Gargano does the same with a… not very cheshire cat like grin on his face. Ciampa speaks whilst his hand is still extended.
Miz takes the hand of Ciampa in for the handshake, a smile on his face as well, although not as big as Ciampa’s.
Miz: ”Well, I can definitely say that it was a pleasure to have met you two then, and I’ll make sure that the committee knows about what you had said, maybe it’ll change their minds. But for tonight, thanks...I’m going to savor destroying that playground bully and his little guitar playing hype man, and rest assured...it’s going to be...Awesome.”
The handshake ends, and DIY leave as Miz slings the tights over his shoulder again, and walks off in the opposite direction.
Drake Maverick is backstage as he walks into the medical room where doctors are assessing Jonah Rock.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Jonah, I was planning to call you, but then saw that you decided to head out to the ring. You weren't even asked to be here this week, so I'm not sure what made you go out there in the first place. If there was something bothering you, my office is just down the hallway. You should have known that. Anyway, given your recent performance and flouting of multiple terms of your contract, I have no choice but to inform you that effective immediately, you're fired. Seeing as I'm a generous men, I will let the doctors assess you and once they've done that, you'll be out of here.
Drake turns to leave the room, but as he reaches the door, a massive hand presses to his chest and pushes him gently back into it. Batista then steps into the opening he has just created in the doorway and nods his head.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ahh, Batista! Just who I wanted to see next. Well, this certainly makes things convenient. I've been in talks for most of the day and wanted to inform you that, assuming all of our checks come through clean, you'll have a contract in your hands within the next 24 hours. Congratulations!
Drake offers his hand. Batista shakes it.
Batista: It's a pleasure doing business with you... but...
Batista then immediately attacks Jonah, tossing him off the bed as the Animal grabs a metal pole and continues to beat the living shit out of Jonah to the point he's bleeding profusely, medics try to stop Batista but he yells at them so they flee the room. Batista then manages to get Jonah up on one leg once more against the corner of the room as Batista screams 'Come on Jonah, show your wife and kid you're strong'. Jonah tries out of the last bit of strength and energy he has in his body but Batista manages to kick him square in the abdomens before lifting him up but instead of a Batista Bomb, he throws Jonah against the brick wall. Batista then leaves the room but before doing so he walks up to Drake Maverick.
Batista: Things are going to be a little different around here... See you next week.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Quarterfinal match! Introducing first...
”Done With That” begins to play as one-half of the decorated Samoan tag team, Jimmy Uso, starts making his way to the ring with Naomi.
Tony Chimel: From San Francisco, California and Orlando, Florida respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-six pounds. The team of Jimmy Uso and Naomi, Day One Glow!
The two enter the ring and get ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
”Are you ready to get Kzy?”
Out comes a bald man in neon clothing holding a microphone accompanied by another man who seems to be rapping along to the song they are high fiving people as they head down to the ring, and begin dancing in the ring in a synchronistic fashion.
Tony Chimel: From Kumamoto, Japan and Ebetsu, Hokkaido respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and thirty-five pounds. Representing Dr. Cube. The team of Kzy and Genki Horiguchi. Natural Vibes!
At the end of the song they high five and laugh and get ready for their match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of Day One Glow it is decided that Naomi will start the match as Jimmy steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the corner of the Natural Vibes, it is decided Kzy will start as Genki steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. He and Naomi approach each other as Naomi throws a punch but Kzy catches it, bringing her arm up and around as he moves next to her and is now standing beside her.
He does a dance move, guiding with his hand and vibrating his arm sort of snakelike up to his shoulder as he does something similar with the other arm that’s holding Naomi’s wrist as Naomi imitates what he just did with her free arm and looks at Kzy like she can’t believe she just went along with it when he’s her opponent. Kzy smiles and claps for her as she pulls free from him and throws another punch but he falls into a complete split to avoid it, then grabs at where the back of his collar would be if he was wearing a shirt and comes back to his feet, seemingly pulling himself up.
He turns and punches Naomi in the back of the head as she stumbles and he throws her to her knees before sliding in next to her and crosses his arms in a pose.
Tom Phillips: I guess Naomi’s not ready to get Kzy.
Mauro Ranallo: Instead of feeling the glow, Kzy’s made her part of his show.
Corey Graves: Would you idiots stop it? The only thing worse than seeing a wrestling match turned into, “America’s Best Dance Crew” is hearing you be cheeky about it!
Mauro Ranallo : Well you’re not wrong, Naomi is pretty cheeky. In fact she has what the young people call, ‘the cakes’.
Tom Phillips: What’s with the dated reference though?
Mauro Ranallo: I think he was trying to call Kzy a Jabbawockee.
In the ring, Kzy is up and so is Naomi as she takes her another swing but he sidesteps, dabbing in the process. She furiously throws one punch after the other but Kzy has broken into a moonwalk and is moving too quickly for any of them to connect. As she takes another swing, suddenly he stops and kicks his leg up and out, catching her in the chest and knocking her down onto her butt as he spins several times, tips an imaginary cap, and throws his arms outward as he looks up and emits a cry of power.
Corey Graves: Who does he think he is? The King of K-Pop?
Naomi gets to her feet quickly as she goes for a kick but he puts up his leg and hooks her foot with his as the two begin hopping around until they’re each standing where the other one just was as Kzy moves his leg and puts his foot back on the mat as Naomi charges him. Kzy catches Naomi and flapjacks her into the corner, her face hitting with great force, as he kips up and heads over to the Natural Vibes’ corner and tags in Genki. As Genki enters the ring, Naomi is using the corner to get to her feet as she puts a hand to her mouth and then looks at it, checking for blood.
As she turns around, Genki hits her with a dropkick as Naomi hits the corner hard and slumps into a seated position. Genki runs at her and connects with a Corner Knee Strike to the face. As Naomi falls to the mat, Genki starts putting the boots to her upper back as the crowd starts up with chants of, “That’s a La-dy!” with five stomps in between each chant.
Tom Phillips: I don’t think the fans appreciate this very much.
Mauro Ranallo: I would have to agree. This could get riotous.
Corey Graves: Give me a break! You didn’t hear them crying when Chris Jericho got physical with Kris Wolf several weeks ago. If Naomi didn’t want to be in the line of fire, her and Jimmy should’ve picked him a different partner. Like, oh I don’t know, his brother?
As the stomping continues, Jimmy angrily enters the ring but the referee is quick to reprimand him. While Jimmy is trying to push past him, Kzy enters the ring with a yellow box as he sets it down on the mat and exits while Genki leads Naomi to her feet and looks to DDT her onto it. Jimmy gets more aggressive at the sight of this as he tears past the referee and hits Genki with a Superkick, breaking up the DDT attempt as he falls to the mat and Jimmy exits the ring.
While this is going on, Kzy leans in and grabs the yellow box, pulling it out of the ring before the referee sees it and lifting up the ring apron with one hand, throwing the box under there with the other. As he drops the apron, Jimmy is standing to the side of him as he hits Kzy with a Superkick as well. Jimmy now returns to the apron as Naomi, who has been crawling towards their corner, tags him in and Jimmy enters like a house of fire.
Genki gets up from the mat but that proves to be a mistake as Jimmy hits him with a clothesline. Genki goes down but pops back up as Jimmy takes him down with another clothesline. Genki pops up a second time as Jimmy hoists him onto his shoulders this time and hits him with a Samoan Drop. Genki rolls over onto his stomach now and starts to Army crawl towards his corner, where Kzy is back on the apron with an outstretched hand.
Jimmy walks over and grabs Kzy, throwing him over the rope into the ring as he hits hard on his tailbone and pops up to his feet. As he turns, Jimmy hits him with a Superkick to the abdomen, then hoists Kzy onto his shoulders and hits a Samoan Drop onto Genki!
Tom Phillips: That’s one pissed off husband.
Mauro Ranallo: It’s his job as the head of the household to make sure she’s protected, provided for, happy, and most of all: loved. Jimmy and Naomi have a bond of trust and faithfulness, they are one another’s rock.
Corey Graves: ...
Tom Phillips: You’re awfully quiet over there, Corey. No joke about him being a head of the household if the head was brain damaged? Nothing sarcastic about them being each other’s rock because you thought Dwayne was the only Rock in that family? Nothing to add about the sanctity of matrimony?
Corey Graves: No, I...I’m good.
In the ring, Jimmy has gone to the top rope as he cups his hands around his mouth and yells, “UCE!” as the crowd responds, “OH!” before leaping off and hitting the Superfly Splash onto both men. Jimmy gets up and grabs Kzy as he’s rolling off of Genki and throws him toward the ropes as he sort of baseball slides on his stomach under the bottom rope and hits the outside floor hard.
Jimmy grabs Genki now and whips him into the ropes, quickly turning and leaping towards his corner, tagging in Naomi. Naomi leaps over the rope into the ring and turns her back to Genki, leaping up and hitting him with the Rear View as he comes off the ropes. Naomi goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Day One Glow!
Jimmy enters the ring as he and Naomi have their arms raised.
Tom Phillips: Well Dr. Cube’s not going to be happy, but Jimmy and Naomi certainly are.
Mauro Ranallo: The road to crown the Tag Team Champions continues and the competition just gets stiffer from here.
Corey Graves: Understatement of the century when you’re talking about The Outsiders, Mauro. Understatement of the century.
As the celebration continues, Revolution continues on elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a video feed from... somewhere exotic. It's sunny out. Obviously it was recorded earlier in the day. The scene is an anicent ruin. Some long, lost Incan temple, buried deep in the mountains and jungle of Peru. The camera catches Kyle O'Reilly walking out of the bush, face buried in a map before he looks up and smile.
KO'R: We're here!
The Diabetic Dragon stares as the stunning vista, awe plastered over his face like caution tape around a crime scene. His nWo t'shirt is drenched with sweat, but the Canuck couldn't be happier. Larry Sweeney soon joins him, but the Triple Champ doesn't look quite so happy to be there. In fact, he's downright irate.
Sweeney: You drag me outta bed at some ungodly hour so we could hike through the Devil's flaming butthole to get to this dump?
Kyle chuckles softly at the word "dump". He isn't about to recognize any ants at his picnic, nor any rain on his parade.
KO'R: Larry... this is El No No Lugar!
Unimpressed, Larry swats at a mosquito and shrugs.
Sweeney: Never heard of it.
KO'R: Yeah. It's pretty low-key. Only legit Peru buffs like me know about. Like a thousand years ago when white people first came to South America, the tribe-ies would just send anyone up here when they said they were looking for El Dorado. They thought they were finding a city made of gold. But mostly it was just cannibals and really big spiders. That building over there that looks like Mortal Kombat? That's for the Blood God.
Sweeney: Kinda looks like there's like... a Caribou Skull engraved above the entrance...
KO'R: Yeah. That crazy guy outside the hotel who sold me the map said to go in there was akin to cutting off your skin and serving it to the devil himself as a meal. Whatever that means.
Sweeney: Huh. Interesting stuff, Kyle. But I'm not really into sight-seeing, I gotta tell ya. Las Vegas, now that's my kind of town. I just like to have a good time with the - hey, where are the fells anyway?
Larry looks around for his nWo pals, but none of them are there.
KO'R: Oh, they're not here. I made separate itineraries for everyone so that the nWo could make the most of Peru. I've decided to be the Secretary General of the team. There was a vacancy.
Larry trails behind Kyle as they walk through the ruins, exploring and observing, the latter far more enthusiastic than the former..
Sweeney: Secretary general? Itineraries?
KO'R: Yep. I bet everyone's gonna have a great day.
Sweeney: Sure. Sure. Memories to last a life time. But we uh... better get back the arena, right? Sun's gonna go down any minute, I bet. Where's the tour guide?
KO'R: No tour guide. I bought the map and took it from there. Don't sweat it.
A nervous silence.
KO'R: Seriously, it's fine. We've got the camera guy and Puder should catch up to us any minute now. I made him carry the bags. Oh, hey, speaking of, do you think we should be worried about that Suzuki stuff of like -
Sweeney: The only thing I'm worried about right now is getting back to the arena. We've got a show to steal.
KO'R: But that pyramid over there? They say it's built on the bones of a thousand virgins. We should find out for sure. Besides, we're not even booked tonight.
Sweeney: What are you talking about?
KO'R: As Secretary General, it's my duty to make sure I keep track of these things. We're definitely not booked.
Sweeney: Are you freakin...
Larry looks like he's about to snap at Kyle, but stops himself. Instead he turns to the camera man, storms towards him and rants directly in the lens so that everybody sitting in the arena and watching around the globe can hear him loud and clear.
Sweeney: Alrighty then. Listen up, kiddos. Larry Sweeney has something to say.
It wasn't too long ago that I took your Golden Boy Kenny Omega out behind the woodshed and put a beating on him like nobody thought possible. The Triple Champ, the Man of His Word.... I told you I would unify this company's world championships and I did exactly that. And what do I get for it?
Nothin'. Notta. I am the face of this company. There's nobody else. I beat 'em all. The belts are mine. But am I the guy that gets the main event match? Do I get a celebration in the ring to commemorate the most significant championship victory in the history of the UWF? Ha! Nope! Everyone's distracted by this brand-merger and their precious Horror King and all the other shiny new toys on Revolution. Well, take it from the fella that broke all the old ones, me and my pals at the nWo aren't about to take a back seat to anyone! For one whole god damn year now, I've cut through this roster like a hot knife through butter. I didn't buy a new Ferrari and rev the engine up nice and loud to be stay at the line and watch everyone else race down to the road to Wrestlemania. This is my time. That's my spotlight shinin' bright on all those other faces.
Larry's menacing sneer twists into a malicious grin.
But I bet you sons of guns think it's real cute when Larry Sweeney's out runnin' around the jungle, or sittin' in the back clubhouse with the nWo. You think I'm gettin' all cozy and complacent, dontcha? Think again, guys and gals. You wanna talk cute? I think it's cute that none of you can go two minutes without name-dropping me cause you know I'm exactly what I same I am, and that's the golden ticket. And yeah, I think it's cute that everyone thinks they're the one who's gonna steal my throne, but none of ya got the stones, the stomach or stuff to get the job done. I think it's cute that that a guy like Stone Cold Steve Austin think he's not gonna wind up taking a dirt nap when he slithers outta retirement to face the nWo.
I get it. You wanna try and ignore the elephant in the room. The truth is obvious. Damn near plain as day, even. I'm the best wrestler that the UWF has ever seen, I'm the greatest champion of my generation, and with the nWo at my back, there isn't a person alive that can stop me. Revolution isn't the house I built, it's the house I tore down and replaced with a statue of myself. It's not complicated. It's as black and white as our team colours. Cut and dry, capiche? So mark my words right here and now... you can't do this show without me. I'm not making space for anybody, and I'm not about to share a slice of my pie. Watch your backs. Daddy's comin' home.
You especially, Marseglia. Ha.... You especially.
Larry pushes the camera away. Kyle, taking the hint, starts leading the way back towards the jungle path. They disappear into the trees just as Daniel Puder comes out of the bushes, carrying three heavy packs. He's exhausted. And alone. He looks around for Sweeney and O'Reilly but can't find them anywhere. He decides to find some shade and sit down for a minute, and heads into one of the ruins to do so. It's just bad luck he picks the one with the Caribou Skull above the entrance. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The camera cuts to the street square in Lima, Peru, every day life is continuing in this hot weathered day out there. Car horns are heard in the distance, but mostly everything is calm yet flowing so well.
BWEEP BWEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
??: “Get the fuck out of the way!”
A Honda CR-V zooms round the corner, and many people swerve out of dodge from the road. The camera pans into the car going around 50mph around these streets and scaring almost everyone in the area.
It then pans into the car to see a man in a hoodie in the back, and Nigel McGuinness in the front seat. Nigel is clearly a little angry and impatient, as he needs to get to the arena.
Nigel McGuinness: “Don’t these nu- dipshits around here know how to walk?! Jesus christ, I feel like I’m walking through a minefield here. MOOOOVE!”
The man in the back swipes his hoodie back, and then leans forward slightly into Nigel who is struggling to control the car around this minorly crowded area.
Adrian Neville: “Is your patience void or something man? Pull yourself together! We need to get this night off to a good start, and you crashing us into a street curb in the middle of Peru won’t do us any favours. The only person that will be dying by our hands tonight is that greasy, disgusting slob Vinny Marseglia-”
Neville’s speech is cut off as Nigel bumps into an old lady crossing the street. They fly over the car, but Nigel doesn’t stop to check if they’re alright.
“What is your fucking problem mate? Did you see what you just did? I get we believe in the better faith, but for christ sakes man you don’t go killing random pedestrians in an area you don’t even live in. What are you? A terrorist?”
Nigel McGuinness: “Fuck ‘em. I don’t give a shit about them. The only people who matter are in this very car. I bet that idiot was heading to the arena with their Jeff Hardy merchandise stashed in their bag, one less of those people makes this world a better place.”
Adrian Neville: “Just, don’t do it again right?! That doesn’t fly on my books, and believe me, a lot of stuff does fly by me. Part of what you said is correct, and yes, we are the only people that matter. Otherwise, what would the point of this be?”
The conversation cuts off as the camera pans back to the town center and UWF heads elsewhere, as we pretend what just happened never did.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The lights in the arena dim down to near darkness, the movie preview screen flashing on the titantron, everyone knows what is next...
QUIET ON THE SET, CAN WE PLEASE HAVE QUIET ON THE SET?!
AAAWWWEEESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!
As the arena flashes back to life with "The Man" playing, the fans riled up and jeering heavily as The Miz walks out, a significant stride in his walk as each step taken is filled with poise, grace, and most importantly - confidence. Once he reaches the convergence of the stage and entrance ramp, he takes a spin around to see the entire audience before stopping, looking out to the crowd and pointing at a "lucky" fan, a grin on his face as the crowd reject this attempt to get them to cheer.
Tony Chimel: From Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds. He is the Mizzy Award winner for Superstar of the Year. The Miiiiizzzzz!
Following the spin, Miz makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, removing the Mizzy from his jacket and raising it above his head. He flashes a smile at all of those booing him as he hands the award to the referee and begins removing his entrance gear, handing that off to a ringside official as he gets ready for his next big performance.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
" He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
DING DING!
The bell rings and the referee indicates to get this one underway. The Miz instantly paces round the ring to a side angle of the ring but Suzuki doesn’t pace outwards and just stays still, glaring at the Miz trying to get a lockup in the middle of the ring. Miz then expresses his eagerness to lock up by shouting at Suzuki to meet him in the middle of the ring.
Tom Phillips: “What is Suzuki doing here Corey?”
Corey Graves: “Mind games Tom, mind games.”
Suzuki then takes a step forward, but still doesn’t meet the Miz in the middle of the ring. Miz then raises his hand up, opting for a different way to start out this match. Suzuki then looks at the hand held high, and then back at the face of the Miz. Suzuki then lays in a knee to the midsection of the Miz and then clubs on his back to hit him down to the mat.
Corey Graves: “Minoru Suzuki on the upper hand, with a good old piece of brawling to get this match underway.”
Suzuki then lays in a boot to the back of the Miz and then kicks him in the side connecting with the Miz’s ribs. Miz then rolls away to underneath the bottom rope and then clutches onto his ribs. Suzuki then heads over to the bottom rope and pushes the Miz to the outside of the ring. He then gets back up to a standing position and dusts off his hands.
One!
The Miz lays flat down on the ringside mat and Suzuki begins to gloat in the ring. The crowd begins to boo Suzuki in the ring due to his dominance early on.
Two!
Miz begins to crawl away to the ring barricade. He then gains one foot up, and then runs into the ring, and slides in. Suzuki stomps down Miz as he rolls in to a small cheer from the audience. Miz lays on his front halfway into the ring and then Suzuki drags him fully into the middle of the ring.
Tom Phillips: “Suzuki showing some almost effortless destructive nature over the Miz in the early stages of this match, one must wonder if the Miz will be able to rebound from it.”
Suzuki grabs the Miz by the head and then whips him up to his feet. Suzuki then grabs the arm of Miz and whips him over to the corner. He then walks over to Miz and swipes the legs of him, and sets him down into a seated position.
Suzuki then takes a few steps back and then begins to run and jumps up and lands the corner seated dropkick on the Miz in the corner. He then rolls back out and then picks the leg of Suzuki and drags him backwards and then covers him.
One…
The Miz kicks out at one from the corner dropkick and Suzuki gets back up to his feet. Suzuki then picks up the Miz and then suddenly the Miz fires at him with a blow to the head, and then a low dropkick sending him crashing down to the mat. Miz then gets back up and takes a bow as he’s back in control now.
Tom Phillips: “The Miz better not get too cocky here, it could cost him against such a dangerous competitor as Minoru Suzuki.”
Miz then sits Suzuki up and runs to the ropes and returns with a low angle big boot to the top of the head of Minoru Suzuki. He then grabs the head of Suzuki and gets him back up to his feet and whips him over into the corner.
Miz then runs straight into the corner and then hits the Awesome Clothesline on Minoru Suzuki. Miz slides back through the ropes and then goes over to Suzuki who has just collapsed near on the floor. He then pushes the legs up of Suzuki and then the referee counts the fall.
One…
Two…
Suzuki places his foot on the ropes and the fall is broken. The Miz can’t believe that he got this close to beating Suzuki with a simple move in his arsenal. He then sits up and looks around at the crowd, who don’t really care for him.
Tom Phillips: “The Miz needs to pull some more stuff out of the tank if he plans on putting Suzuki away.”
The Miz then kneels and gets full footing. He then looks around in the arena and then jumps, spreading his arms out and charging him up for the Skull Crushing Finale to put away Suzuki early in this matchup.
Corey Graves: “I understand he needs to do more, but at this stage of the match, one has to think the Miz is jumping the gun a little bit on this one.”
Suzuki slowly stumbles up to his feet, and Miz underhooks the arms for his finishing maneuver but Suzuki turns into Suzuki and gains an Achilles Lock on the Miz, slamming him down to the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: “What innovative thinking from Minoru Suzuki, turning into the Miz in the nick of time. The Miz has to get out of this hold, as once your achilles tendon breaks, it apparently feels like a bullet to the back of the foot, which may render him unable to continue this match.”
The Miz reaches out with his hand to try and scrape closer and closer to the bottom rope. The Miz then grabs a hold of the bottom of the rope, and then ducks underneath the bottom rope. The referee doesn’t even need to count as Suzuki releases and rolls underneath the bottom rope.
One!
Suzuki then drags the whole body of the Miz to the outside, and then lays a boot to the back of the Miz plummeting him face first into the floor. Suzuki then laughs mechanically at the pain of the Miz.
Two!
Suzuki then climbs up onto the ring apron and looks down upon the Miz. The Miz stumbles back up to his feet and then Suzuki runs and hits a running penalty kick on the chest of the Miz. Suzuki then climbs back into the ring and dusts off his hands and waits for the referee to count.
Three!
The Miz clutches his chest on the ground writhing in pain from the kick just delivered to him from Minoru Suzuki. Suzuki leans back to the other side of the ring’s ropes and waits once more for the referee to continue counting.
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
The Miz grabs a hold of the ring apron and gets both knees up on the ring mat, concerned about this movement, Suzuki stops leaning and gets into a powerful stance ready for the Miz to get back into the ring once more.
Eight!
Mauro Ranallo: “The Miz might just be counted out right here, I’m sure that Suzuki wouldn’t want it that way, despite his relaxed nature to the count raising this high.”
The Miz then gets a foot up on the mat and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. He then gets his other hand up on the bottom rope, but before he can use it to drag himself into the ring, Suzuki kicks the bottom the rope and breaks the grip that Miz has.
Nine!
The Miz rolls inside the ring without using the bottom rope for support and on the way back in clutches his hands. He then gets up and leans onto the second rope with his back and stays in a stable base. Suzuki then runs at the Miz to run with his boot up and suddenly Miz dodges out of the strike of Suzuki.
Tom Phillips: “Quick thinking came in handy for the Miz right there, this is the opening he needed to rebound from the offense of Minoru Suzuki.”
Suzuki’s leg slides through the middle rope and Miz quickly recovers to run back at Suzuki and hit a neckbreaker on him with the leg trapped in the ropes. Miz then grabs the leg elevated by the mistrike and rolls him in a reverse motion up to his feet and then he places him underneath his legs.
The Miz then lifts Suzuki up into a powerbomb position, and then bumps the back of Suzuki on the top rope and then swings around and lands the slingshot powerbomb on Suzuki. He then pushes up the legs for the cover from this offense.
One…
Two…
Suzuki kicks out at two from the powerbomb and neckbreaker combination pulled out from the Miz. Miz looks around in almost disbelief and brushes his hair back with his hands, in further shock from earlier in the match when he nearly put away Suzuki with a simple move in his arsenal.
Corey Graves: “What should the Miz pull next out of his tank? He’s so close to putting away Minoru Suzuki with every big move he lands, it’ll be only a matter of time when he stays down for the three count.”
The Miz grabs the arm of Minoru Suzuki and gets him up to a standing position, he keeps a hold of the arm and then releases him to the ropes and on returnal Miz leapfrogs over Suzuki. As Suzuki hits the other side Miz drops down, and on the third time around Suzuki shoulder blocks Miz and sends him smashing down to the mat.
Suzuki smiles and looks around the arena. He then runs and hits the other ropes parallel to his side and Miz drops down under him. Miz then gets up and lands a dropkick on Suzuki. Suzuki then falls down to the mat face first and the Miz grabs him by the shoulders and places him into a kneeling position.
Corey Graves: “Wait for it guys! Wait for it! I think he’s going to go for his signature “It Kicks”. I can’t wait!”
The Miz leans back and tightens his body in a almost clenched fashion and then lays in the first kick. There is an audible boo as the crowd don’t care for this unrewarded pandering to the crowd. Miz unclenches his body and looks around the arena in disgust. He then clenches his body up once more and lunges backwards ready for…
Another kick to the chest of Minoru Suzuki. Suzuki takes this kick and looks down at his chest as if it were an inconvenient spillage on his clothes and then looks back at the Miz and gestures for him to bring him another kick. The Miz brings him the third one. Suzuki gestures for another kick.
Mauro Ranallo: “Minoru Suzuki laughing in the face of pain might be the scariest sight I’ve ever seen. What a crazy man.”
The Miz delivers the fourth and fifth kick to the chest of Suzuki. Suzuki looks back at the Miz and sighs in disappointment. He then gestures for more. The Miz then brings the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth kick. Without encouragement from Minoru Suzuki, The Miz then finishes off the It Kicks with the roundhouse kick to the back of the head.
Corey Graves: “There it is guys, the world famous, the most effective move ever, the amazing It- oh nevermind.”
The commentary from Corey is disturbed by Suzuki leaning back into a kneeling position. He then laughs mechanically at the Miz and his petty kicks. He brushes his chest and looks unimpressed up at the face of the Miz. The Miz then wastes no time by landing the kneeling DDT on Suzuki and then rolls over for the cover on him.
One…
Two…
Suzuki once again kicks out at two, and clutches onto his head after kicking out, from that DDT just landed by him. The Miz then gets up, in thrustration, and appears very snappy. He then grabs the leg of Suzuki, and drags him into the middle of the ring. He then waves his loose hand in taunt to a boo from the crowd.
The Miz then twirls around the leg of Minoru Suzuki, but Suzuki pushes the Miz into the ropes with his other foot. Suzuki then rolls up to his feet and then throws the arm of Miz over his head and then chucks him overhead, landing a belly to back suplex on Miz. Suzuki then heads into full mount over the Miz and lays in a slap to the head of Miz.
He then lays in another and then another. He then stops with the slaps and lays in a forearm and another, and another, and then he stops with that and postures more up to punch Miz over and over and over, and he won’t stop!
The referee starts to see blood coming out of the mouth of the Miz, and starts to get alarmed at the amount of destruction Suzuki is laying into the Miz. Suzuki continues with the punches and it’s visible that the Miz is out. The referee pulls Suzuki off, almost as if he’s going to stop this match, but as he goes to get pulled off, he locks in the sleeper hold on the Miz.
The referee raises the hand of the Miz to check if he’s still conscious for the first time. And then the second time he raised his hand up, and then the third and final lift, which makes the referee stop this match.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via submission, Minoru Suzuki!”
Suzuki throws off the Miz and then stands up and gets his hand raised. Desperado rolls into the ring and spreads out the flag of Suzuki’s representation. UWF then heads elsewhere.
