UWF Presents Revolution — Episode 48 (03/29/19)
Mar 29, 2019 14:18:43 GMT -6
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Post by crann on Mar 29, 2019 14:18:43 GMT -6
Dr. Cube walks into an empty warehouse with a ring in the center, backed up by a bunch of his army.
Dr. Cube: Ah, the wrestle factory you see this is where wrestling careers begin, well that will change soon now won’t it. Goons swarm the place, I have some looking to do.
Dr. Cube begins walking through the empty factory his footsteps echoing with each step when the lights go out, and when the lights come back on Mike Quackenbush is standing in the middle of the ring.
Mike Quackenbush: Up to your old tricks, Cube?
Dr. Cube. That is Dr.Cube to you! I earned my doctorate, and you seem as overconfident as ever I see believing that you can face off against my Army single-handedly. But as it stands, I’ll make it brief: tell me his location and I will leave this pathetic school and its students alone.
Mike Quackenbush smiles and shakes his head.
Mike Quackenbush: Afraid I can’t do that, you know the rules never cooperate with evil.
Dr.Cube: Admirable. Shame your sense of justice will get you nowhere but the graveyard.
A minion slides into the ring behind Quackenbush and goes for a wild swing but is quickly sent into retreat by a Japanese armdrag. He slides out of the ring and grabs Dr.Cube by the coat pushing him against the wall when two minions drag out a wounded luchador. This momentary distraction allows Dr. Cube to low blow, Mike Quackenbush, causing him to release his grip and he signals for more of his army to handcuff the man of a thousand holds to the ring rope. Dr. Cube straightens out his coat and walks over to the young lion.
Dr.Cube: Tell me your name.
Luchador: B-boomer Hatfield
Dr.Cube takes out a vial filled with a liquid darker than night. Quackenbush begins pulling at the ropes trying to free himself recognizing the vial.
Dr.Cube: Ah… Dasher’s son. Well, why don’t we help your training out you only need to join me.
Quackenbush: Let him go! You want to know his location I’ll tell you!.
Dr. Cube: Well you put your hands on me. Don’t know if I can trust you… MINIONS produce the papers.
A minion places a pledge to Dr.Cube’s army in front of Mike Quackenbush along with a pen.
Dr.Cube: I’ll make you a simple deal. Join my army, and tell me his location, and boomer here can learn happy and free. If I find out you’ve been being duplicitous well… Everything that belongs to you… is mine. I always knew that hot head of yours would get you into trouble Quack!
Quackenbush defeated picks up the pen and lowers it to the paper as it fades out to static to the tune of Dr.Cube’s laughter.
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.
Tom Phillips: Well folks, we’re less than two weeks away from Wargames and what a card that’s shaping up to be.
Corey Graves: Very true but we’ve also got a stacked event tonight as well. The Tag Team Tournament Semifinals are going down when DIY takes on Day One Glow and The Outsiders take on the New Sumerian Death Squad.
Mauro Ranallo: And speaking of potential champions, Minoru Suzuki has the chance to take one step closer to claiming that right when he takes on Neville, the condition being if he wins, the UWF Championship match at Wargames will become a triple threat.
Tom Phillips: Also in action, we have Sami Zayn looking to continue the momentum from his debut a few weeks ago when he takes on Scott Steiner.
Corey Graves: Steiner’s a big, angry man but he’s not the only one because Batista is here and he’s looking to make short work of Kaval tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, the UWF Champion Larry Sweeney, in his first match since defending at the Royal Rumble, will take on the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship, the Velveteen Dream. And Larry needs to watch out, because we’re going to have Vinny Marseglia on commentary with us.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”Test...your might.
MORTAL KOMBAT!”
As the well known theme of the fighting game staple begins to play, the fans come alive with cheers because of the collective it has come to be associated with. Soon The Proletariat Boar, former Hardcore Champion Grado, and Kaval come out onto the stage, with Kaval holding a poster of the World Warriors Initiative.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by the Proletariat Boar and Grado. From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at one hundred and seventy-four pounds. Representing the World Warriors, Kavaaaaal!
As the trio complete their walk down the ramp, Kaval enters the ring as Grado and the Boar remain ringside. It’s time to test someone’s might.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
As the well known theme of the, “Animal” begins to play, out walks the man himself, looking ready to tear someone’s head off.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. He is the, “Animal”, Batistaaaaa!
Batista enters the ring quickly. He’s ready to make prey of his opponent.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Kaval walks to the center of the ring while Batista stays in the corner, he glances at Kaval and snickers, did ya'll think Kaval gonna let him take him lightly like that? hell nah, Kaval charges him and boots him right in the face! simultaneously he uses Batista as a launching pad to the apron where he swipes Batista's feet from under him so he's seated and then uses the ropes to launch himself and hit Batista with a dropkick right to the chest! Batista rolls out of the corner holding his chest and Kaval gets to his feet, charges the opposite ropes, quickly rebounds and when he gets to Batista he jumps up and drives his feet into his lungs! Batista curls up a bit and begins to cough but Kaval doesn't give a fruck about his health, he flattens Batista and drops down on him with a senton! he immediately flips and hooks one of Batista's legs in a pin
1...
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NO!
Batista just sits up and gets up, holding Kaval in the cradle position as he does so! Batista laughs at Kaval and starts walking around the ring with him to showcase his strength, Kaval starts by waving his arms around in panic but quickly he gets back to his senses and realizes the best way out is elbowing Batista and that's exactly what he starts doing, at first Batista just shrugs the elbows off but Kaval isn't stopping and they begin to bother Batista who finally executes the move, a rib breaker, just to stop the onslaught, Kaval clutches his side in pain and Batista simply moves his head a little and he's ready to go, he goes over and mounts Kaval and starts raining heavy punches on the world warrior's face all while yelling at him, after a few good moments of non stop punches the ref tells Batista to move so he could check on Kaval, Batista doesn't want to and begins to argue with the ref
Tom Phillis: Not a good idea there Dave, you can't turn your back on someone who is dangerous as Kaval
Corey Graves: "Dangerous as Kaval"? please, the only thing he can do that actually posses a threat is being too nice to us until we feel bad for him and we let him win.
Mauro Ranallo: I mean if it works, why not?
Batista is still arguing and yelling at the ref and it seems like we won't see Corey's amazing plan tonight because Kaval is getting back to his feet and is ready to strike Batista who turns around to see why the crowd is cheering so loud, he's met with slaps to the face, kicks to the legs, chops and the final hit, a kick right into the midsection! Batista folds over and Kaval kicks him on the back with the Switchblade kick! instead of falling down like Kaval hoped Batista just groans and postures right back up! he pounds his chest a couple of times so signal to Kaval he wants him to hit him again, Kaval shoots a kick aimed at the chest but Batista flexes and is able to shrug off the kick! Kaval lands another one but he gets the same result, he tries for the third time and this time Batista actually staggers back a little! Kaval wants to get for a fourth one but before he can even lift his leg Batista almost takes his head off with a lariat! Batista brushes his chest and simply puts his hand on Kaval
1...
2...
NO!
Kaval kicks out which kinda suprises Batista, he chuckles and lifts Kaval up by the head, he squeezes his head hard, almost as hard as the legendary Great Khali, Kaval is trying everything he can to fight out of it and manages to kick Batista in the gut a couple of times but that only makes him angrier, he moves his grip to the neck and throws him into the turnbuckle! the impact is so strong Kaval almost gets launched over the corner! after a second Kaval stabilizes and Batista charges him, destoying Kaval's insides with a spear! he isn't done tho as Kaval stumbles out of the corner and Batista is right there, ready to throw him to the other side of the ring with a huge belly to belly! Kaval grabs his back and groans in pain as Batista simply laughs, he walks over to Kaval and begins to kick his head lightly, more taunting him than actually doing damage, after a few kicks and laughs by Batista Kaval gets up using the ropes and he's looking more serious than ever, Batista mockingly acts like he's scared and tells Kaval to hit him and the World Warrior does just that, he kicks Batista in the back of the knee which makes him fall down to one knee, he immediately follows that by hitting two kicks to the chest and a final one to the head to finish the Krush Combo! Batista falls face first and Kaval quickly turns him over and pinning him
Tom Phillips: I told you he's dangerous Corey!
Corey Graves: Please, it only happened because Batista wanted it to.
Mauro Ranallo: Did Batista really want to get hit with heart-stopping shoot kicks and concussion-inducing roundhouse kick?
Corey Graves: You don't know his gameplan, The Animal is unpredictable.
1....
2....
Thr...
NO!
Kaval is getting a bit frustrated now but he knows he can't let Batista recover, he tries to find out what to do next and sees that Batista is on his back, a few feet away from the turnbuckle, just the perfect position for the Warrior's Way! Kaval quickly makes his way up to the top rope with the agillity of a monkey, he jumps off but Batista moved out of the way just in time! Kaval lands on his feet and he rolls with the momentum to balance himself, he gets back up to his feet and turns around just to see Batista's coming at him at full speed with the Spear! Batista doesn't waste time and immediately picks up Kaval and puts him in the position for a Batista bomb! he takes a few moments to yell at the ref, the fans, and generally everyone, but when he finally lifts Kaval up he can't throw him down as Kaval is punching him in the face no stop! the punches stun Batista who stumbles back and Kaval manages to slip away and land on the apron, Batista spins around to face him but he's met with a huge enziguri to the face! he stumbles back a few steps before falling down just in the perfect place for Kaval to hit the Warrior's Way! he quickly hooks both of Batista's legs
1....
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by a way of pinfall, Kaval!
Kaval get up on the middle rope to celebrate with the fans and his buddies flock into the ring to celebrate with him as someone calls out to them.
Stone Cold: Congratulations, kid. Stone Cold knows from experience that Batista is a tough sumbitch ta’ tangle with and you pulled off the victory. Now Stone Cold said last week that he wasn’t gonna go recruitin’ but hell, I figured it’d mean a lot more if this was said out here. Stone Cold likes what he’s seen from ya. From bell ta’ bell, you always show that warrior’s spirit and come hell or high water, yer gonna give as good as ya get every time. And that’s why Stone Cold wants ta’ make ya a lil’ offer. If you wanna join Team Austin and take on Team In Dubya Oh in the Wargames match, gimme a hell yeah!
Kaval climbs down and looks at Grado, who nods, then at the Boar who also nods. Kaval looks up the ramp and gives him a Warrior’s bow as the crowd cheers. Austin shoots him a smile before heading to the back. The World Warriors celebrate as Revolution continues.
The show moves onto Buddy Murphy sitting on the middle rope in the performance center. Murphy looks to the camera as the cameraman begins to move closer. Murphy begins to speak as the cameraman comes to a halt...
BUDDY MURPHY
Funny how they say what comes around goes around, That's just it though you have men who have clawed their way to the top to just be knocked down to the bottom by someone taking shortcuts, To eventually claw their way up again to knock the men that used shortcuts down, It's a never ending cycle it's always going to repeat itself no matter the insanity it causes. You have two men that represent this theory to a tee, First off you have the guy who has yet to lose here in the UWF going through opponents left and right, Aleister Black, He thinks he is going to be the one to break the system while it may not be clear yet he is crumbling, Each week someone new pushes him to his limits. Proof of this is the hunk of meat who follows him, Walter. I just don't get why you actually need Walter, Black.
Murphy shakes his head in disagreement with WALTER...
Which is what disapoints me about you, You wear this facade off unbreakable armour and nuclear level kicks but you still require a bed buddy. Black I can only come to the conclusion that you just like this next man have a lot more in common than you'd like to admit...
Buddy recomposes himself before continuing...
Not getting off track here the second man that fits like a glove, Rick Rude, A man who uses every dirty tactic within the book. He is on his way to become the longest reigning UWF Euro-Intercontinental Champion in history of the UWF, I have little to no respect for him. Both him and Black are very much a like despite their differences they both are showing signs of cracking under the pressur building. The pressure that someone hungrier and more relentless is breathing down their necks, Black is going to be knocked off the pedestal and I will be the one to bring him crashing into reality...
You may ask "Murphy you just got here. . ." but to them people I will prove that I belong here, I am not coming out every week for a paycheck to sit in catering. I am here to be a champion no matter the cost, No matter the ups and downs I will reach the pinnacle of the UWF. I know that I have the brass to be one of the best this company has ever seen. This system that holds up everything anyone here knows is about to come crashing down at the hands of BUDDY MURPHY. The best kept secret in wrestling...
Murphy stands to his feet before looking back at the camera with one last glance...
I almost forgot, I have asked my partner in crime in life to follow me to the UWF, She will be here next week. I will be the champion and I couldn't think of a better person to have in my corner, Not to get involved but to be there for the moment my career has been racing towards, The clashing of paths that brings gold around my waist...
The feed moves on from Murphy...
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen,please welcome my guests at this time, Aim For The Bushes!
Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson walk into the shot on either side of Renee. They look as amicable and affable as ever.
Young: Thanks for joining me guys. First things first... where have you been?
Juicey takes the lead on the opener.
Robinson: Yeah... been a quiet few weeks for your boys in Aim For The Bushes. You could say we've been licking our wounds after taking our first loss in the tag team tournament, and hey, that'd be fair. But also we had to step back, take a look at this new show and this gigantic monster roster and figure out how exactly we're going to fit in there. It's a bummer we're not going to have the honour of becoming the first new UWF Tag Team Champs, but hey, it happened how it happened, and now we need to take our next step. We feel like we're ready to do that.
Young: Would that include challenging the winners of the tournament?
Hardy: I think we might need another couple of wins on our resume first, honestly. That's the end goal.
Young: Speaking of the tournament, tonight will feature two semi-final matches. The Outsiders are taking on the New Sumerian Death Squad while DIY is squaring off against Day One Glow. Any predictions for those and the finals to follow?
Jeff shrugs while he answers first.
Hardy: Whatever else you wanna say about any of those teams, they're all talented in their own ways. They made it this far already. The whole Uso clan is an institution in the UWF and I've got a lot of respect for them, but DIY's young and hungry and it's hard to look past that. I could see them winning the whole thing. Truth be told, though, my main focus tonight will be on the other side of the bracket. The nWo is everything that's wrong with the UWF and I'm rootin' for Black and WALTER to do what we couldn't. Hall and Nash are scum, man. They don't give a damn about this company, this sport, or those titles. We need a team that'll set an example for this division - a team that'll define and remind the world how amazing this style of wrestling can be. Hall and Nash aren't the guys to do it. The New Sumerian Death Squad might be.
Robinson: I'm actually gonna have to disagree with my partner a bit here. Not about how much the nWo totally sucks. That's a given. But if there's one team coming out of this that I'd like to take a crack at, its the Outsiders. There's unfinished business there. I want that win back. Wrestlemania is right around the corner and we plan on competing there. I'd love to chance to humble those Grade-A douchebags in front of the biggest, loudest crowd on the planet. Then again, I love what Day One Glow is doing. Rep that intergender style. It would be amazing if the won.
Young nods and goes from there.
Young: Interesting takes. Now, you guys aren't booked tonight and as of right now, you don't have a match at War Games yet. Do you have anything in mind for that?
Hardy: Glad you asked. I hear that Stone Cold Steve Austin is looking for some people to join his team. If the Sheriff needs a posse, he can count on us. Our record's got more good than bad as a team, I did pretty well at Survivor Series and Juice here has got just about the nastiest, stiffest punch in the game. No need to go recruiting, Steve. We'll happily volunteer.
Robinson: We might have to wait a minute to get our hands on Hall and Nash again, but hell, we'll settle for Edge and Christian or the Diabetic kid in the mean time. Fine by us. Ya gotta start somewhere.
Young: Alright. There you have it. Aim For The Bushes throwing their name in the hat for War Games. Fellas, that's all the time we have. Thanks for joining me tonight.
Robinson: Anytime!
Jeff and Juice peace out while Revolution continues elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!”
As the sirens accompanying the music and the music itself both play over the PA system, the crowd gets hyped for the impending arrival of the former European Champion. Soon the, “Big Bad Booty Daddy” comes walking out, his trademark shades on his face and chain mail on his head, as he turns his arms a few times and rolls his shoulders to loosen up before starting down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds. He is your hook-up, “Big Poppa Pump”, Scott...Steeeeiiiinerrrr!
Scott stops at the bottom of the ramp and turns to the side, gradually flexing his arm upward and then kissing the bicep before he enters the ring and awaits his opponent’s arrival.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Sami's music hits and the crowd gets on their feet. It's not long before the Underdog from the Underground comes out dancing to his song and punches the air in time with the "Let's Go!" portion of the song.
Tony Chimel: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds. Sami...Zayn!
He skips down the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before running up the stairs, stopping to throw his hands into the air to pump up the crowd. He comes into the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
DING DING!
The bell hits and Steiner walks into the middle of the ring to square up with Zayn, and when Zayn goes to meet him in the middle of the ring, they lock up tight. Steiner pushes Zayn back into the corner, he then pushes his head up and makes Zayn lean up into the corner, and the referee starts counting for a break.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Corey Graves: “Steiner breaking the hold before he gets disqualified, that could be bad for him here.”
Steiner backs off and allows Zayn to stand back solidly in the ring. Zayn walks up to Steiner, and then he gets laid into his stomach by Steiner’s knee. Steiner then grabs the arm of Zayn and whips him towards the ropes. Zayn then bounces back, and ducks Steiner’s clothesline attempt.
Tom Phillips: “Across he goes…”
Zayn then hits the other side of the ring, and leapfrogs over the top of Scott Steiner. He then continues to run across the ring and on the way back connects back up with Steiner and gains a head scissors on Steiner, whipping him down to the mat. Zayn gets back up to his feet by pushing up on his knee and then throwing his arm up in the air in celebration of taking down Steiner.
Steiner then stalls up to his feet in the middle of the ring, and then whips Steiner over to the ropes, and hits the other side but since he is faster than Steiner, he clotheslines him against the ropes, but not quite over. Steiner glares at him and then pushes him back. Sami then dropkicks Steiner over the top rope.
One!
Zayn looks side to side, and hypes up the crowd slightly. He then begins to pace his hands, and runs to the other side of the ring hitting the ropes, and then diving right between the middle and top ropes with a devastating Tope Con Hilo!
Mauro Ranallo: “What a move from Sami Zayn there! He needs to get him back in the ring if he wants this to be over however.”
Two!
Sami continues to hype up the crowd in attendance tonight by waving his arms up in the air. They cheer loudly for him, as he heads over to the adjacent side of the ring and Steiner begins to stall around.
Three!
Steiner crawls over to the barricade and uses it to get himself back up to his feet. Steiner then stumbles towards the ring apron. Sami notices the positioning, and then runs straight up to the ring post and then dives through the turnbuckles and delivers a tornado DDT through the ropes.
Tom Phillips: “Sami Zayn here putting on one helluva show tonight for the people in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil!”
Four!
Sami picks up Steiner by his head and rolls him back into the ring. Sami then follows him in to the ring by sliding into the ring. He then pushes the grounded body of Steiner over to the corner, and then he stomps over to the corner parallel to his.
Mauro Ranallo: “Sami might just be looking for the nail in the coffin right here, it could all be over for Scott Steiner.”
Corey Graves: “Don’t say such a thing Mauro, Scott has a one hundred and forty four and two thirds chance of win-”
While Corey is busy hyping up Steiner, Zayn runs straight to the other side of the ring and nails Scott Steiner with a Helluva Kick! He then takes his boot out of the face of Steiner and drags him out slightly, throwing his arm over his shoulder and then picking him up for the Blue Thunder Bomb! Around he goes, and he nails it! The referee counts the fall.
Tom Phillips: “This has to be it guys!”
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, Sami Zayn!”
As Zayn has his arm raised, Steiner runs up behind him and launches him with a Belly-to-Back Suplex as the crowd boos. Steiner exits the ring and grabs a steel chair before re-entering it but as he goes to hit Sami with it...
Stone Cold: Wait just a damn minute, Scott!
Steiner looks up the ramp as there stands Sheriff Austin, looking angry.
There’s plenty a black and white wearin’ bastards runnin’ around that deserve that type a’ ass whoopin’ but Sami Zayn? Eh-eh! So the way Stone Cold sees it you’ve got two options, son. Put the damn chair down, get outta Stone Cold’s ring, and take the rest of the night off. Or, you can do the stupid thing and hit Sami with that chair and find yerself off for a lot longer. What’s it gonna be, Scott?
Scott looks offended by the ultimatum as he exits the ring with the chair in hand and starts heading up the ramp. He swings it at Austin but Austin moves and Scott hits the stage as the chair bounces off of it and he ends up hitting himself in the face and falling down.
Congratulations, you dumb son of a bitch. You just earned yerself a thirty day suspension. Security, get his ass outta my buildin’!
Several members of security come out and grab Scott, dragging him away to the back.
Now, while I’m out here. Sami Zayn, Stone Cold heard you were interested in whoopin’ some ass at Wargames. Now ya only been here a few weeks but you’ve also gone undefeated in those few weeks, so that combined with the drive ta’ take on the In Dubya Oh leaves Stone Cold wantin’ ta’ make ya a lil’ offer, so here goes. If you wanna join Team Austin and take on Team In Dubya Oh in the Wargames match, gimme a hell yeah!
Sami Zayn is handed a microphone as he ponders it for a moment, then raises the microphone to his mouth.
Sami Zayn: Hell yeah, Steve!
The crowd cheers as Sami drops the microphone. Austin gives Sami a smile as he heads to the back. The camera cuts to a smiling Sami before Revolution heads elsewhere.
The scene opens somewhere backstage, we don't see exactly where as El Desperado has his face right in front of the camera
Despy: Is this thing on? good, UWF universe watching at homes and the uneducated masses here at Brazil, I've decided to do all of you a good deed, I will play you a song.
Despy takes a few steps back and sits on the bench, he pulls out his guitar and begins to play a few notes, the song he's playing isn't very clear but it kinda has a nice flow to it, before he can really get going he is interrupted by someone entering the room, It's Grado!
Grado: ”Oi Aren’t I a lucky duck! I followed that sweet sound to find the mate I was looking for. Despy, K-Man sent me to find you and your scary boss, to see if we could make a working agreement between the two of us. I bet Suzuki is pissed at Drake for not giving him Sweeney, well we’re kinda pissed off two. So we could me pissed off together and kick some arse. What you say?”
Despy is shocked for a second, he looks at Grado with wide eyes and stops playing, he quickly gets back to his senses tho and responds
Despy: Ah... no, the boss doesn't and need nor want you with him to kick the management's ass... but ah... how did you call me again?
Grado: ”Mate, I’d really like you to continue that jam and we can talk about us working together later.”
We can't see it cause of the mask but Despy is probably blushing, he looks down and resumes playing the guitar and Grado resumes dancing, after a moment Boar comes up and politely taps Grado on the shoulder
Boar: ”Sorry to interrupt this, whatever this is but Kaval needs us.”
Boar grabs Grado's arm and begins walking away, dragging the Scottish superstar with him, when they're at the door Despy blows a kiss with his mouth to Grado, who just seems confused by that, Depsy then turns his attention to the camera and kicks it and breaking it, the fed moves elsewhere
The cameras head backstage to show Aleister Black standing in the hallway, preparing for his upcoming match against the Outsiders, though WALTER noticably isn't anywhere to be seen. The crowd give a decent, albeit mixed pop. The camera pans over to the left to reveal everyone's second favorite interviewer, Charly Charuso!
She stands there awkwardly for a moment before approaching him for an interview.
Charly: Aleister, you had quite an impressive victory Revolution last week in your second match as a tag team thanks to Steve Austin restarting the match. And over Edge and Christian, no less. How are you two feeling after that match?
Aleister turns around slowly and glances at Charly. Charly, in turn, holds the microphone up to his mouth.
Aleister: You want to know what I feel… about that match? A crooked ref, two chairs, and through all of that Edge and Christian still only had just a fraction of a chance. Just… a tiny… fraction. And in the end, they still lost. They failed. They withered away and died when justice was restored. And at times like this, you have to wonder why the NWO still keeps them. Tell me, what does that match say about them? That they couldn’t win as soon as all of their fancy little toys and their steel chairs and their slow counts were taken away from them? Please. I can hear them whining already, begging for their babysitter Drake Maverick to save them, complaining about how unfair it is that Austin finally puts them in a position where they can prove that they’re as good as they say they are.
Aleister puts his hand to his temple.
Aleister: But, you see, proving that would require them being good. That would require them being able to beat us 2-on-2 fairly without walking out with their skulls caved in. And that simply doesn’t happen when you’re one of the smooth-minded slack-jawed idiots in the Neurotic World Order. So they have to devise every little tactic they can just to stay above water. But Charly, I will pull them under and drown them in the sea of truth. I will purge the snakes out of the UWF, once and for all.
So you want to know how I feel about that match? Hell, I'll do you one better and tell you how I feel about their entire group.
He looks at the back of his hand nonchalantly and tilts his head while delivering the next line.
Aleister: They shall lick the dust like a serpent, like the crawling things of the earth; they shall come trembling out of their strongholds; they shall turn in dread, and they shall be in fear of you.
Aleister looks back up at Charly, who in turn offers a confused look before continuing with the next question.
Charly: So, knowing that you have an even tougher opponent in the Outsiders, do you have any plans heading into the rest of the tournament?
Aleister: Our plan? We don't operate on “plans,” Charly. We operate on the simple fact that we're better than whoever the hell the Neurotic World Order has to throw at us, better than every other man in this tournament. The Babylonians tried to slight... to cheat God in a game of intellect, and in turn their tower crumbled.
I… am… God…
Aleister turns to begin walking away, when Charly suddenly interjects.
Charly: But… what if you lose?
Aleister turns back and smirks a bit at the idea.
Aleister: If they win? If the planets align and it's a blue moon and their plan to beat us somehow works? Charly, no one else in this tournament is going to beat the NWO. Not because the NWO is talented or intelligent, but because no one else is equipped to deal with them. Not those Samoan clowns, and certainly not DIY. Is that all.
She thinks for a moment, before finally speaking up.
Charly: One more thing. 2 weeks ago I interviewed the Miz, and he had some strong words to say about your performance in the Royal Rumble, not just then but in the Mizzy Awards and even last week. He said your performance was a disappointment due to you not making it long enough to fight the NWO.
Aleister's expression somehow becomes even more serious than before.
Aleister: You think I watched the Mizzy Awards? That… travesty?
Aleister suddenly snatches the microphone away from Charly and looks directly into the camera. (No, he did not teleport into the ring)
Aleister: You want to call me a disappointment, Miz? Is that the hill you want to die on? Because if I remember correctly, it was you who walked to our locker room and begged us with your little puppy dog eyes to help you take down the big bad Neurotic World Order because you couldn't do it on your own. Because you know from countless experiences of being beaten by Sweeney that you can't fend for yourself against every tactic they have. You made the offer.
But me? I know more cards in their deck the more they reveal them. I know every last tactic they have. I know how to beat Rude. I know how to beat Sweeney. The power to destroy their entire system is in my hands, and the fact that I have a title and you don't is a testament to that.
So you want to make an enemy out of me when we have a greater enemy at hand? Fine with me. You made that choice. You can keep your pathetic little award and the tenth of your competition that I eliminated from the Rumble with an injured leg from the number one spot. But you want to call me a disappointment when your entire career is founded on losing and promising in vain to do better? No, no, no Miz, that's just not the truth. As far as we're concerned, you're the disappointment. You didn't win the Rumble either. You had the 29th spot, yet you still let Vinny Marseglia walk out of that ring with a shot against Sweeney, and look where we're at now.
And I know you hate it when I say that. You hate it when I reveal for everyone to see how unremarkable you truly are. It just burns deep down inside your insecure little heart. You want to prove me wrong, don't you? You want to prove that you deserve to have your miserable Mizzy Awards show and your little spot in Arrow. Well, Miz, ask the higher-ups for a match and I'll gladly beat you until your wife Maryse won't recognize you and takes Rick Rude instead. But as for right now, I'm done mentioning your name and your pitiful little cries for attention.
Enjoy infamy, Miz.
He presses the microphone into Charly's hands and walks away with heavy steps. She still looks a bit nervous, but still speaks with professionalism.
Charly: Back to you, guys.
Revolution heads elsewhere.
The camera cuts back to the announcers where Maurao Ranallo is standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Earlier tonight after his victory over Scott Steiner, we saw Sami Zayn accept Stone Cold's offer to join Team Austin to take on the NWO at Wargames. Our backstage cameras caught up with Sami Zayn after the announcement.
The feed transitions to the backstage area where Sami Zayn is already speaking.
Sami Zayn: It's all very surreal. I came back here to prove to not only everyone but myself as well that I had more to offer this company. It's one thing to believe in yourself, it's another when a former World Champion does too. I said from day one that I wasn't going to back down from anyone. I made myself clear when it came to how I feel about Dr. Cube and the NWO and now I get another chance to back up those claims. If the NWO thinks that I'm going to-
Becky Lynch: Sami!
Sami is interrupted when Becky Lynch comes over.
Becky Lynch: I knew it wouldn't be long before you found yourself gunnin' for the top. Taking on the NWO eh? Sounds like a helluva fight.
Sami Zayn: Yeah it's gonna be tough. They got a numbers advantage but that should be neutralized by the cage. Keyword should be. You know how those guys operate. They've also been a unit for some time now so they'll be a lot more familiar with one another.
Becky Lynch: Sounds like you may need a little back up.
Becky cracks her knuckles and nods but Sami just grins and shakes his head.
Sami Zayn: Look, I appreciate the offer but I told you already, I'm here to do things on my own.
Becky Lynch: So you've said, but you're goin' up against the NWO. They don't exactly play fair ya know. Plus your teaming up with other people anyways to take them down.
Sami Zayn: It's temporary, it's just one match. You're an incredible athlete and you should be looking for a permanent partner. One who needs you.
Becky tries to hide the disappointment in her face but it doesn't really work.
Becky Lynch: If you really think winning one match is goin' to stop the NWO then maybe you're right. I should find a partner who's not that stupid.
Becky walks off leaving Sami a bit hurt by her words as the scene fades out.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Semifinal 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...
Scott hall comes sliding out of the backstage area with his arms outstretched, classic Bad Guy style with Kevin Nash shortly behind him. The crowd erupts in boos as the two stand at the top of the entrance ramp to pose with Nash holding up the Wolfpac sign up above his head. They begin walking down the aisle as Hall flicks a toothpick into the camera lens.
Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 635 pounds, they are the Outsiders, members of the New World Order...Scott Hall and Kevin Nash!
As both men enter the ring, they give each other the, “Too Sweet” before getting ready for the match ahead.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the NSDS corner it’s decided that WALTER will start the match as Aleister steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the Outsiders corner, it’s decided that Hall will start the match as Nash steps through the ropes, taking his place on the apron as well. The two legal men charge each other as WALTER brings Scott down instantly with a Running STO.
Hall hits the mat hard as WALTER keeps hold of him after impact and stands up, bringing the, “Bad Guy” with him. Scott breaks the hold WALTER has on him and connects with a punch, then connects with another making it a two-piece but when he turns around and goes for the discus punch, WALTER headbutts him and knocks him to a seated position.
Scott is up quickly, holding his head for a moment as WALTER grabs his hand and peels it away to open up the head for attack but when he does that, Scott kicks him in the stomach hard enough that the big man actually doubles over. Hall heads over and steps up onto the middle rope, leaping off and going for a double axe handle but as he comes down, WALTER hits him right in the chest with a headbutt that brings him crashing to the mat.
As Hall lies there holding his chest, trying to regain the wind that got knocked out of him, WALTER reaches down and grabs him by both shoulders, pulling him up and setting him on his feet. When he does, even not fully recovered, Scott still puts his hand to WALTER’s face and rakes the eyes. WALTER holds his face as a result and takes a few steps back as the veteran heads into the ropes and as he launches himself off of them, leaps up high and brings the powerhouse down with a Jumping Clothesline.
Tom Phillips: I know Scott Hall can hold his own but in there with the, “Ring General” it looks like he’s just trying to survive.
Mauro Ranallo: God didn’t make a lot of men like Big Van WALTER and right now I’d say The Outsiders are thankful for that!
Corey Graves: Are you idiots hearing yourselves? For one, WALTER’s no Vader. For two, the NWO has put a beating on NSDS before. You must have selective memory!
In the ring, Scott is back to his feet as WALTER sits up and starts making his way to a vertical base as well. Hall lays into him with clubbing blows but it doesn’t deter the ascent as WALTER returns to his feet and swings around with his arm extended out, hitting Scott in the side of the head with the back of his arm as the, “Bad Guy” is sent staggering towards the ropes.
He catches himself on the ropes but as he does, WALTER is right behind him as he locks his arms around his waist and launches him with a powerful German Suplex. WALTER gets up and starts approaching Scott to lay in more offense but as he gets to him, Hall lay himself at WALTER’s feet, his face to the mat and his hands above his head as he’s seemingly bowing down to the big man. WALTER looks at him puzzled and then over at Aleister, who looks puzzled as well.
But as the two are looking at one another, Scott takes advantage of the distraction and raises up quickly, curling his arm up between the legs of the, “Ring General” and hitting him right in the groin as a collective, “Ooooohhhhh!” is heard from the crowd. As WALTER stands there holding his groin, Scott gets up and moves behind him, grabbing him and applying the Abdominal Stretch.
Tom Phillips: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like it was all a ruse to get WALTER to drop his guard.
Corey Graves: Haha! Scott Hall is a genius!
Black, angered by this, enters the ring as the referee rushes over to intercept him but before he can, the Television Champion lands a punch on Scott Hall, breaking his hold on WALTER as Aleister returns to the apron and Scott has been knocked on his rear. Scott gets back to his feet but as he does, WALTER spins around with his arm extended again and hits him with the back of his wrist as Hall is sent staggering back into the corner upstage from the NSDS corner.
As Scott hits the corner, WALTER is charging as he splashes Hall in the corner. As he backs away, Hall falls forward as WALTER catches him and pushes him back into the corner at a vertical base then winds back his arm and connects with a devastating chop to the chest!
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: That’s gotta feel like getting hit in the sternum with a cinder block!
Corey Graves: It’s a chop, for Christ’s sakes. A chop! You marks are popping for a move that literally anyone can do. “Ooh, but he hits really hard, Corey”. So I guess he thinks he’s Vader AND Big Show, hmm?
In the ring, as Scott is wincing in pain from the chop, WALTER stands him up in the corner again and winds back for another chop but as he swings his arm to go for it, Scott moves and WALTER chops the turnbuckle pad. It comes loose a bit because of the force as Hall grabs the back of his opponent’s head and drives it forward into the turnbuckle pad a few times as the pad comes looser and looser.
After a few times of connecting, WALTER puts his arms out, grabbing the rope to each side with his hands, effectively stopping the attack. He throws his left arm backward, catching Scott in the abdomen, as he turns around while the former Razor Ramon is doubled over in pain and drops an elbow to the back of his head as Hall is brought to one knee. Scott goes to get up as WALTER connects with a headbutt, knocking him onto his tailbone.
Hall gets up, not looking too happy as WALTER reaches out to goozle him but Scott manages to smack his arm away and connects with a thumb to the eye using his other hand. As WALTER reacts to that, he goes low and thrusts his shoulder into the big man’s abdomen before hooking the head and lifting him, connecting with an impactful Vertical Suplex.
Tom Phillips: Well that could be a tide turner.
Mauro Ranallo: Now we just wait and see if that’s because it took more out of WALTER or Scott Hall.
Corey Graves: WALTER has a little over twenty pounds on Scott. This man had enough strength to knock over Yokozuna, for crying out loud! It’s just a redirection of force, idiots!
Scott heads over to the Outsiders corner and tags in Kevin Nash, who immediately charges across the ring and knocks Black off the apron as he hits the crowd barricade hard. Nash now heads over to WALTER, who is sitting up, and hits him with a boot to the head. As WALTER is now looking up at the ring lights, Nash grabs his ankles and holds his legs apart, as he takes no time to harshly stomp the groin of the, “Ring General”.
WALTER sits up in pain as Nash puts his foot on his chest and pushes him back onto his back as he now raises his foot and brings it down, stomping on the groin again. He then raises his foot up again, this time with a drawn out, ”Tooooo” and bringing it down into WALTER’s groin with a, ”SWEET!” After doing that a few more times, Kevin relents as he grabs WALTER and pulls him to his feet, placing his head between his legs.
Aleister climbs up onto the apron to enter the ring but as he does, Scott Hall grabs his ankle and pulls him down, causing him to hit his face on the apron as Scott puts his head between his legs.
Tom Phillips: This doesn’t look good!
Scott and Kevin look at each other briefly before hoisting their respective victim up and Nash hits the Jackknife Powerbomb on WALTER at the same time that Hall hits the Outsider’s Edge on Black.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Jackknife Powerbomb and Outsider’s Edge to the floor in tandem!
Corey Graves: See ya, championship goals!
Nash covers WALTER for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Outsiders!
Hall enters the ring as he and Nash have their arms raised in victory.
Tom Phillips: Well folks, The Outsiders are going to Wargames.
Mauro Ranallo: But to face who is the question?
Corey Graves: It doesn’t matter who. If they can chew up and spit out NSDS without one of them ever getting into the match, The Outsiders can definitely handle DIY or Day One Glow. You might as well hand them the titles now!
As the celebration continues, Revolution does as well.
Dr. Cube: Ah, the wrestle factory you see this is where wrestling careers begin, well that will change soon now won’t it. Goons swarm the place, I have some looking to do.
Dr. Cube begins walking through the empty factory his footsteps echoing with each step when the lights go out, and when the lights come back on Mike Quackenbush is standing in the middle of the ring.
Mike Quackenbush: Up to your old tricks, Cube?
Dr. Cube. That is Dr.Cube to you! I earned my doctorate, and you seem as overconfident as ever I see believing that you can face off against my Army single-handedly. But as it stands, I’ll make it brief: tell me his location and I will leave this pathetic school and its students alone.
Mike Quackenbush smiles and shakes his head.
Mike Quackenbush: Afraid I can’t do that, you know the rules never cooperate with evil.
Dr.Cube: Admirable. Shame your sense of justice will get you nowhere but the graveyard.
A minion slides into the ring behind Quackenbush and goes for a wild swing but is quickly sent into retreat by a Japanese armdrag. He slides out of the ring and grabs Dr.Cube by the coat pushing him against the wall when two minions drag out a wounded luchador. This momentary distraction allows Dr. Cube to low blow, Mike Quackenbush, causing him to release his grip and he signals for more of his army to handcuff the man of a thousand holds to the ring rope. Dr. Cube straightens out his coat and walks over to the young lion.
Dr.Cube: Tell me your name.
Luchador: B-boomer Hatfield
Dr.Cube takes out a vial filled with a liquid darker than night. Quackenbush begins pulling at the ropes trying to free himself recognizing the vial.
Dr.Cube: Ah… Dasher’s son. Well, why don’t we help your training out you only need to join me.
Quackenbush: Let him go! You want to know his location I’ll tell you!.
Dr. Cube: Well you put your hands on me. Don’t know if I can trust you… MINIONS produce the papers.
A minion places a pledge to Dr.Cube’s army in front of Mike Quackenbush along with a pen.
Dr.Cube: I’ll make you a simple deal. Join my army, and tell me his location, and boomer here can learn happy and free. If I find out you’ve been being duplicitous well… Everything that belongs to you… is mine. I always knew that hot head of yours would get you into trouble Quack!
Quackenbush defeated picks up the pen and lowers it to the paper as it fades out to static to the tune of Dr.Cube’s laughter.
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.
Tom Phillips: Well folks, we’re less than two weeks away from Wargames and what a card that’s shaping up to be.
Corey Graves: Very true but we’ve also got a stacked event tonight as well. The Tag Team Tournament Semifinals are going down when DIY takes on Day One Glow and The Outsiders take on the New Sumerian Death Squad.
Mauro Ranallo: And speaking of potential champions, Minoru Suzuki has the chance to take one step closer to claiming that right when he takes on Neville, the condition being if he wins, the UWF Championship match at Wargames will become a triple threat.
Tom Phillips: Also in action, we have Sami Zayn looking to continue the momentum from his debut a few weeks ago when he takes on Scott Steiner.
Corey Graves: Steiner’s a big, angry man but he’s not the only one because Batista is here and he’s looking to make short work of Kaval tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, the UWF Champion Larry Sweeney, in his first match since defending at the Royal Rumble, will take on the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship, the Velveteen Dream. And Larry needs to watch out, because we’re going to have Vinny Marseglia on commentary with us.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”Test...your might.
MORTAL KOMBAT!”
As the well known theme of the fighting game staple begins to play, the fans come alive with cheers because of the collective it has come to be associated with. Soon The Proletariat Boar, former Hardcore Champion Grado, and Kaval come out onto the stage, with Kaval holding a poster of the World Warriors Initiative.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by the Proletariat Boar and Grado. From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at one hundred and seventy-four pounds. Representing the World Warriors, Kavaaaaal!
As the trio complete their walk down the ramp, Kaval enters the ring as Grado and the Boar remain ringside. It’s time to test someone’s might.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
As the well known theme of the, “Animal” begins to play, out walks the man himself, looking ready to tear someone’s head off.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. He is the, “Animal”, Batistaaaaa!
Batista enters the ring quickly. He’s ready to make prey of his opponent.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Kaval walks to the center of the ring while Batista stays in the corner, he glances at Kaval and snickers, did ya'll think Kaval gonna let him take him lightly like that? hell nah, Kaval charges him and boots him right in the face! simultaneously he uses Batista as a launching pad to the apron where he swipes Batista's feet from under him so he's seated and then uses the ropes to launch himself and hit Batista with a dropkick right to the chest! Batista rolls out of the corner holding his chest and Kaval gets to his feet, charges the opposite ropes, quickly rebounds and when he gets to Batista he jumps up and drives his feet into his lungs! Batista curls up a bit and begins to cough but Kaval doesn't give a fruck about his health, he flattens Batista and drops down on him with a senton! he immediately flips and hooks one of Batista's legs in a pin
1...
tw...
NO!
Batista just sits up and gets up, holding Kaval in the cradle position as he does so! Batista laughs at Kaval and starts walking around the ring with him to showcase his strength, Kaval starts by waving his arms around in panic but quickly he gets back to his senses and realizes the best way out is elbowing Batista and that's exactly what he starts doing, at first Batista just shrugs the elbows off but Kaval isn't stopping and they begin to bother Batista who finally executes the move, a rib breaker, just to stop the onslaught, Kaval clutches his side in pain and Batista simply moves his head a little and he's ready to go, he goes over and mounts Kaval and starts raining heavy punches on the world warrior's face all while yelling at him, after a few good moments of non stop punches the ref tells Batista to move so he could check on Kaval, Batista doesn't want to and begins to argue with the ref
Tom Phillis: Not a good idea there Dave, you can't turn your back on someone who is dangerous as Kaval
Corey Graves: "Dangerous as Kaval"? please, the only thing he can do that actually posses a threat is being too nice to us until we feel bad for him and we let him win.
Mauro Ranallo: I mean if it works, why not?
Batista is still arguing and yelling at the ref and it seems like we won't see Corey's amazing plan tonight because Kaval is getting back to his feet and is ready to strike Batista who turns around to see why the crowd is cheering so loud, he's met with slaps to the face, kicks to the legs, chops and the final hit, a kick right into the midsection! Batista folds over and Kaval kicks him on the back with the Switchblade kick! instead of falling down like Kaval hoped Batista just groans and postures right back up! he pounds his chest a couple of times so signal to Kaval he wants him to hit him again, Kaval shoots a kick aimed at the chest but Batista flexes and is able to shrug off the kick! Kaval lands another one but he gets the same result, he tries for the third time and this time Batista actually staggers back a little! Kaval wants to get for a fourth one but before he can even lift his leg Batista almost takes his head off with a lariat! Batista brushes his chest and simply puts his hand on Kaval
1...
2...
NO!
Kaval kicks out which kinda suprises Batista, he chuckles and lifts Kaval up by the head, he squeezes his head hard, almost as hard as the legendary Great Khali, Kaval is trying everything he can to fight out of it and manages to kick Batista in the gut a couple of times but that only makes him angrier, he moves his grip to the neck and throws him into the turnbuckle! the impact is so strong Kaval almost gets launched over the corner! after a second Kaval stabilizes and Batista charges him, destoying Kaval's insides with a spear! he isn't done tho as Kaval stumbles out of the corner and Batista is right there, ready to throw him to the other side of the ring with a huge belly to belly! Kaval grabs his back and groans in pain as Batista simply laughs, he walks over to Kaval and begins to kick his head lightly, more taunting him than actually doing damage, after a few kicks and laughs by Batista Kaval gets up using the ropes and he's looking more serious than ever, Batista mockingly acts like he's scared and tells Kaval to hit him and the World Warrior does just that, he kicks Batista in the back of the knee which makes him fall down to one knee, he immediately follows that by hitting two kicks to the chest and a final one to the head to finish the Krush Combo! Batista falls face first and Kaval quickly turns him over and pinning him
Tom Phillips: I told you he's dangerous Corey!
Corey Graves: Please, it only happened because Batista wanted it to.
Mauro Ranallo: Did Batista really want to get hit with heart-stopping shoot kicks and concussion-inducing roundhouse kick?
Corey Graves: You don't know his gameplan, The Animal is unpredictable.
1....
2....
Thr...
NO!
Kaval is getting a bit frustrated now but he knows he can't let Batista recover, he tries to find out what to do next and sees that Batista is on his back, a few feet away from the turnbuckle, just the perfect position for the Warrior's Way! Kaval quickly makes his way up to the top rope with the agillity of a monkey, he jumps off but Batista moved out of the way just in time! Kaval lands on his feet and he rolls with the momentum to balance himself, he gets back up to his feet and turns around just to see Batista's coming at him at full speed with the Spear! Batista doesn't waste time and immediately picks up Kaval and puts him in the position for a Batista bomb! he takes a few moments to yell at the ref, the fans, and generally everyone, but when he finally lifts Kaval up he can't throw him down as Kaval is punching him in the face no stop! the punches stun Batista who stumbles back and Kaval manages to slip away and land on the apron, Batista spins around to face him but he's met with a huge enziguri to the face! he stumbles back a few steps before falling down just in the perfect place for Kaval to hit the Warrior's Way! he quickly hooks both of Batista's legs
1....
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by a way of pinfall, Kaval!
Kaval get up on the middle rope to celebrate with the fans and his buddies flock into the ring to celebrate with him as someone calls out to them.
Stone Cold: Congratulations, kid. Stone Cold knows from experience that Batista is a tough sumbitch ta’ tangle with and you pulled off the victory. Now Stone Cold said last week that he wasn’t gonna go recruitin’ but hell, I figured it’d mean a lot more if this was said out here. Stone Cold likes what he’s seen from ya. From bell ta’ bell, you always show that warrior’s spirit and come hell or high water, yer gonna give as good as ya get every time. And that’s why Stone Cold wants ta’ make ya a lil’ offer. If you wanna join Team Austin and take on Team In Dubya Oh in the Wargames match, gimme a hell yeah!
Kaval climbs down and looks at Grado, who nods, then at the Boar who also nods. Kaval looks up the ramp and gives him a Warrior’s bow as the crowd cheers. Austin shoots him a smile before heading to the back. The World Warriors celebrate as Revolution continues.
The show moves onto Buddy Murphy sitting on the middle rope in the performance center. Murphy looks to the camera as the cameraman begins to move closer. Murphy begins to speak as the cameraman comes to a halt...
BUDDY MURPHY
Funny how they say what comes around goes around, That's just it though you have men who have clawed their way to the top to just be knocked down to the bottom by someone taking shortcuts, To eventually claw their way up again to knock the men that used shortcuts down, It's a never ending cycle it's always going to repeat itself no matter the insanity it causes. You have two men that represent this theory to a tee, First off you have the guy who has yet to lose here in the UWF going through opponents left and right, Aleister Black, He thinks he is going to be the one to break the system while it may not be clear yet he is crumbling, Each week someone new pushes him to his limits. Proof of this is the hunk of meat who follows him, Walter. I just don't get why you actually need Walter, Black.
Murphy shakes his head in disagreement with WALTER...
Which is what disapoints me about you, You wear this facade off unbreakable armour and nuclear level kicks but you still require a bed buddy. Black I can only come to the conclusion that you just like this next man have a lot more in common than you'd like to admit...
Buddy recomposes himself before continuing...
Not getting off track here the second man that fits like a glove, Rick Rude, A man who uses every dirty tactic within the book. He is on his way to become the longest reigning UWF Euro-Intercontinental Champion in history of the UWF, I have little to no respect for him. Both him and Black are very much a like despite their differences they both are showing signs of cracking under the pressur building. The pressure that someone hungrier and more relentless is breathing down their necks, Black is going to be knocked off the pedestal and I will be the one to bring him crashing into reality...
You may ask "Murphy you just got here. . ." but to them people I will prove that I belong here, I am not coming out every week for a paycheck to sit in catering. I am here to be a champion no matter the cost, No matter the ups and downs I will reach the pinnacle of the UWF. I know that I have the brass to be one of the best this company has ever seen. This system that holds up everything anyone here knows is about to come crashing down at the hands of BUDDY MURPHY. The best kept secret in wrestling...
Murphy stands to his feet before looking back at the camera with one last glance...
I almost forgot, I have asked my partner in crime in life to follow me to the UWF, She will be here next week. I will be the champion and I couldn't think of a better person to have in my corner, Not to get involved but to be there for the moment my career has been racing towards, The clashing of paths that brings gold around my waist...
The feed moves on from Murphy...
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen,please welcome my guests at this time, Aim For The Bushes!
Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson walk into the shot on either side of Renee. They look as amicable and affable as ever.
Young: Thanks for joining me guys. First things first... where have you been?
Juicey takes the lead on the opener.
Robinson: Yeah... been a quiet few weeks for your boys in Aim For The Bushes. You could say we've been licking our wounds after taking our first loss in the tag team tournament, and hey, that'd be fair. But also we had to step back, take a look at this new show and this gigantic monster roster and figure out how exactly we're going to fit in there. It's a bummer we're not going to have the honour of becoming the first new UWF Tag Team Champs, but hey, it happened how it happened, and now we need to take our next step. We feel like we're ready to do that.
Young: Would that include challenging the winners of the tournament?
Hardy: I think we might need another couple of wins on our resume first, honestly. That's the end goal.
Young: Speaking of the tournament, tonight will feature two semi-final matches. The Outsiders are taking on the New Sumerian Death Squad while DIY is squaring off against Day One Glow. Any predictions for those and the finals to follow?
Jeff shrugs while he answers first.
Hardy: Whatever else you wanna say about any of those teams, they're all talented in their own ways. They made it this far already. The whole Uso clan is an institution in the UWF and I've got a lot of respect for them, but DIY's young and hungry and it's hard to look past that. I could see them winning the whole thing. Truth be told, though, my main focus tonight will be on the other side of the bracket. The nWo is everything that's wrong with the UWF and I'm rootin' for Black and WALTER to do what we couldn't. Hall and Nash are scum, man. They don't give a damn about this company, this sport, or those titles. We need a team that'll set an example for this division - a team that'll define and remind the world how amazing this style of wrestling can be. Hall and Nash aren't the guys to do it. The New Sumerian Death Squad might be.
Robinson: I'm actually gonna have to disagree with my partner a bit here. Not about how much the nWo totally sucks. That's a given. But if there's one team coming out of this that I'd like to take a crack at, its the Outsiders. There's unfinished business there. I want that win back. Wrestlemania is right around the corner and we plan on competing there. I'd love to chance to humble those Grade-A douchebags in front of the biggest, loudest crowd on the planet. Then again, I love what Day One Glow is doing. Rep that intergender style. It would be amazing if the won.
Young nods and goes from there.
Young: Interesting takes. Now, you guys aren't booked tonight and as of right now, you don't have a match at War Games yet. Do you have anything in mind for that?
Hardy: Glad you asked. I hear that Stone Cold Steve Austin is looking for some people to join his team. If the Sheriff needs a posse, he can count on us. Our record's got more good than bad as a team, I did pretty well at Survivor Series and Juice here has got just about the nastiest, stiffest punch in the game. No need to go recruiting, Steve. We'll happily volunteer.
Robinson: We might have to wait a minute to get our hands on Hall and Nash again, but hell, we'll settle for Edge and Christian or the Diabetic kid in the mean time. Fine by us. Ya gotta start somewhere.
Young: Alright. There you have it. Aim For The Bushes throwing their name in the hat for War Games. Fellas, that's all the time we have. Thanks for joining me tonight.
Robinson: Anytime!
Jeff and Juice peace out while Revolution continues elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!”
As the sirens accompanying the music and the music itself both play over the PA system, the crowd gets hyped for the impending arrival of the former European Champion. Soon the, “Big Bad Booty Daddy” comes walking out, his trademark shades on his face and chain mail on his head, as he turns his arms a few times and rolls his shoulders to loosen up before starting down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy-six pounds. He is your hook-up, “Big Poppa Pump”, Scott...Steeeeiiiinerrrr!
Scott stops at the bottom of the ramp and turns to the side, gradually flexing his arm upward and then kissing the bicep before he enters the ring and awaits his opponent’s arrival.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Sami's music hits and the crowd gets on their feet. It's not long before the Underdog from the Underground comes out dancing to his song and punches the air in time with the "Let's Go!" portion of the song.
Tony Chimel: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds. Sami...Zayn!
He skips down the ring, slapping hands with a few fans before running up the stairs, stopping to throw his hands into the air to pump up the crowd. He comes into the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
DING DING!
The bell hits and Steiner walks into the middle of the ring to square up with Zayn, and when Zayn goes to meet him in the middle of the ring, they lock up tight. Steiner pushes Zayn back into the corner, he then pushes his head up and makes Zayn lean up into the corner, and the referee starts counting for a break.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Corey Graves: “Steiner breaking the hold before he gets disqualified, that could be bad for him here.”
Steiner backs off and allows Zayn to stand back solidly in the ring. Zayn walks up to Steiner, and then he gets laid into his stomach by Steiner’s knee. Steiner then grabs the arm of Zayn and whips him towards the ropes. Zayn then bounces back, and ducks Steiner’s clothesline attempt.
Tom Phillips: “Across he goes…”
Zayn then hits the other side of the ring, and leapfrogs over the top of Scott Steiner. He then continues to run across the ring and on the way back connects back up with Steiner and gains a head scissors on Steiner, whipping him down to the mat. Zayn gets back up to his feet by pushing up on his knee and then throwing his arm up in the air in celebration of taking down Steiner.
Steiner then stalls up to his feet in the middle of the ring, and then whips Steiner over to the ropes, and hits the other side but since he is faster than Steiner, he clotheslines him against the ropes, but not quite over. Steiner glares at him and then pushes him back. Sami then dropkicks Steiner over the top rope.
One!
Zayn looks side to side, and hypes up the crowd slightly. He then begins to pace his hands, and runs to the other side of the ring hitting the ropes, and then diving right between the middle and top ropes with a devastating Tope Con Hilo!
Mauro Ranallo: “What a move from Sami Zayn there! He needs to get him back in the ring if he wants this to be over however.”
Two!
Sami continues to hype up the crowd in attendance tonight by waving his arms up in the air. They cheer loudly for him, as he heads over to the adjacent side of the ring and Steiner begins to stall around.
Three!
Steiner crawls over to the barricade and uses it to get himself back up to his feet. Steiner then stumbles towards the ring apron. Sami notices the positioning, and then runs straight up to the ring post and then dives through the turnbuckles and delivers a tornado DDT through the ropes.
Tom Phillips: “Sami Zayn here putting on one helluva show tonight for the people in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil!”
Four!
Sami picks up Steiner by his head and rolls him back into the ring. Sami then follows him in to the ring by sliding into the ring. He then pushes the grounded body of Steiner over to the corner, and then he stomps over to the corner parallel to his.
Mauro Ranallo: “Sami might just be looking for the nail in the coffin right here, it could all be over for Scott Steiner.”
Corey Graves: “Don’t say such a thing Mauro, Scott has a one hundred and forty four and two thirds chance of win-”
While Corey is busy hyping up Steiner, Zayn runs straight to the other side of the ring and nails Scott Steiner with a Helluva Kick! He then takes his boot out of the face of Steiner and drags him out slightly, throwing his arm over his shoulder and then picking him up for the Blue Thunder Bomb! Around he goes, and he nails it! The referee counts the fall.
Tom Phillips: “This has to be it guys!”
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, Sami Zayn!”
As Zayn has his arm raised, Steiner runs up behind him and launches him with a Belly-to-Back Suplex as the crowd boos. Steiner exits the ring and grabs a steel chair before re-entering it but as he goes to hit Sami with it...
Stone Cold: Wait just a damn minute, Scott!
Steiner looks up the ramp as there stands Sheriff Austin, looking angry.
There’s plenty a black and white wearin’ bastards runnin’ around that deserve that type a’ ass whoopin’ but Sami Zayn? Eh-eh! So the way Stone Cold sees it you’ve got two options, son. Put the damn chair down, get outta Stone Cold’s ring, and take the rest of the night off. Or, you can do the stupid thing and hit Sami with that chair and find yerself off for a lot longer. What’s it gonna be, Scott?
Scott looks offended by the ultimatum as he exits the ring with the chair in hand and starts heading up the ramp. He swings it at Austin but Austin moves and Scott hits the stage as the chair bounces off of it and he ends up hitting himself in the face and falling down.
Congratulations, you dumb son of a bitch. You just earned yerself a thirty day suspension. Security, get his ass outta my buildin’!
Several members of security come out and grab Scott, dragging him away to the back.
Now, while I’m out here. Sami Zayn, Stone Cold heard you were interested in whoopin’ some ass at Wargames. Now ya only been here a few weeks but you’ve also gone undefeated in those few weeks, so that combined with the drive ta’ take on the In Dubya Oh leaves Stone Cold wantin’ ta’ make ya a lil’ offer, so here goes. If you wanna join Team Austin and take on Team In Dubya Oh in the Wargames match, gimme a hell yeah!
Sami Zayn is handed a microphone as he ponders it for a moment, then raises the microphone to his mouth.
Sami Zayn: Hell yeah, Steve!
The crowd cheers as Sami drops the microphone. Austin gives Sami a smile as he heads to the back. The camera cuts to a smiling Sami before Revolution heads elsewhere.
The scene opens somewhere backstage, we don't see exactly where as El Desperado has his face right in front of the camera
Despy: Is this thing on? good, UWF universe watching at homes and the uneducated masses here at Brazil, I've decided to do all of you a good deed, I will play you a song.
Despy takes a few steps back and sits on the bench, he pulls out his guitar and begins to play a few notes, the song he's playing isn't very clear but it kinda has a nice flow to it, before he can really get going he is interrupted by someone entering the room, It's Grado!
Grado: ”Oi Aren’t I a lucky duck! I followed that sweet sound to find the mate I was looking for. Despy, K-Man sent me to find you and your scary boss, to see if we could make a working agreement between the two of us. I bet Suzuki is pissed at Drake for not giving him Sweeney, well we’re kinda pissed off two. So we could me pissed off together and kick some arse. What you say?”
Despy is shocked for a second, he looks at Grado with wide eyes and stops playing, he quickly gets back to his senses tho and responds
Despy: Ah... no, the boss doesn't and need nor want you with him to kick the management's ass... but ah... how did you call me again?
Grado: ”Mate, I’d really like you to continue that jam and we can talk about us working together later.”
We can't see it cause of the mask but Despy is probably blushing, he looks down and resumes playing the guitar and Grado resumes dancing, after a moment Boar comes up and politely taps Grado on the shoulder
Boar: ”Sorry to interrupt this, whatever this is but Kaval needs us.”
Boar grabs Grado's arm and begins walking away, dragging the Scottish superstar with him, when they're at the door Despy blows a kiss with his mouth to Grado, who just seems confused by that, Depsy then turns his attention to the camera and kicks it and breaking it, the fed moves elsewhere
The cameras head backstage to show Aleister Black standing in the hallway, preparing for his upcoming match against the Outsiders, though WALTER noticably isn't anywhere to be seen. The crowd give a decent, albeit mixed pop. The camera pans over to the left to reveal everyone's second favorite interviewer, Charly Charuso!
She stands there awkwardly for a moment before approaching him for an interview.
Charly: Aleister, you had quite an impressive victory Revolution last week in your second match as a tag team thanks to Steve Austin restarting the match. And over Edge and Christian, no less. How are you two feeling after that match?
Aleister turns around slowly and glances at Charly. Charly, in turn, holds the microphone up to his mouth.
Aleister: You want to know what I feel… about that match? A crooked ref, two chairs, and through all of that Edge and Christian still only had just a fraction of a chance. Just… a tiny… fraction. And in the end, they still lost. They failed. They withered away and died when justice was restored. And at times like this, you have to wonder why the NWO still keeps them. Tell me, what does that match say about them? That they couldn’t win as soon as all of their fancy little toys and their steel chairs and their slow counts were taken away from them? Please. I can hear them whining already, begging for their babysitter Drake Maverick to save them, complaining about how unfair it is that Austin finally puts them in a position where they can prove that they’re as good as they say they are.
Aleister puts his hand to his temple.
Aleister: But, you see, proving that would require them being good. That would require them being able to beat us 2-on-2 fairly without walking out with their skulls caved in. And that simply doesn’t happen when you’re one of the smooth-minded slack-jawed idiots in the Neurotic World Order. So they have to devise every little tactic they can just to stay above water. But Charly, I will pull them under and drown them in the sea of truth. I will purge the snakes out of the UWF, once and for all.
So you want to know how I feel about that match? Hell, I'll do you one better and tell you how I feel about their entire group.
He looks at the back of his hand nonchalantly and tilts his head while delivering the next line.
Aleister: They shall lick the dust like a serpent, like the crawling things of the earth; they shall come trembling out of their strongholds; they shall turn in dread, and they shall be in fear of you.
Aleister looks back up at Charly, who in turn offers a confused look before continuing with the next question.
Charly: So, knowing that you have an even tougher opponent in the Outsiders, do you have any plans heading into the rest of the tournament?
Aleister: Our plan? We don't operate on “plans,” Charly. We operate on the simple fact that we're better than whoever the hell the Neurotic World Order has to throw at us, better than every other man in this tournament. The Babylonians tried to slight... to cheat God in a game of intellect, and in turn their tower crumbled.
I… am… God…
Aleister turns to begin walking away, when Charly suddenly interjects.
Charly: But… what if you lose?
Aleister turns back and smirks a bit at the idea.
Aleister: If they win? If the planets align and it's a blue moon and their plan to beat us somehow works? Charly, no one else in this tournament is going to beat the NWO. Not because the NWO is talented or intelligent, but because no one else is equipped to deal with them. Not those Samoan clowns, and certainly not DIY. Is that all.
She thinks for a moment, before finally speaking up.
Charly: One more thing. 2 weeks ago I interviewed the Miz, and he had some strong words to say about your performance in the Royal Rumble, not just then but in the Mizzy Awards and even last week. He said your performance was a disappointment due to you not making it long enough to fight the NWO.
Aleister's expression somehow becomes even more serious than before.
Aleister: You think I watched the Mizzy Awards? That… travesty?
Aleister suddenly snatches the microphone away from Charly and looks directly into the camera. (No, he did not teleport into the ring)
Aleister: You want to call me a disappointment, Miz? Is that the hill you want to die on? Because if I remember correctly, it was you who walked to our locker room and begged us with your little puppy dog eyes to help you take down the big bad Neurotic World Order because you couldn't do it on your own. Because you know from countless experiences of being beaten by Sweeney that you can't fend for yourself against every tactic they have. You made the offer.
But me? I know more cards in their deck the more they reveal them. I know every last tactic they have. I know how to beat Rude. I know how to beat Sweeney. The power to destroy their entire system is in my hands, and the fact that I have a title and you don't is a testament to that.
So you want to make an enemy out of me when we have a greater enemy at hand? Fine with me. You made that choice. You can keep your pathetic little award and the tenth of your competition that I eliminated from the Rumble with an injured leg from the number one spot. But you want to call me a disappointment when your entire career is founded on losing and promising in vain to do better? No, no, no Miz, that's just not the truth. As far as we're concerned, you're the disappointment. You didn't win the Rumble either. You had the 29th spot, yet you still let Vinny Marseglia walk out of that ring with a shot against Sweeney, and look where we're at now.
And I know you hate it when I say that. You hate it when I reveal for everyone to see how unremarkable you truly are. It just burns deep down inside your insecure little heart. You want to prove me wrong, don't you? You want to prove that you deserve to have your miserable Mizzy Awards show and your little spot in Arrow. Well, Miz, ask the higher-ups for a match and I'll gladly beat you until your wife Maryse won't recognize you and takes Rick Rude instead. But as for right now, I'm done mentioning your name and your pitiful little cries for attention.
Enjoy infamy, Miz.
He presses the microphone into Charly's hands and walks away with heavy steps. She still looks a bit nervous, but still speaks with professionalism.
Charly: Back to you, guys.
Revolution heads elsewhere.
The camera cuts back to the announcers where Maurao Ranallo is standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Earlier tonight after his victory over Scott Steiner, we saw Sami Zayn accept Stone Cold's offer to join Team Austin to take on the NWO at Wargames. Our backstage cameras caught up with Sami Zayn after the announcement.
The feed transitions to the backstage area where Sami Zayn is already speaking.
Sami Zayn: It's all very surreal. I came back here to prove to not only everyone but myself as well that I had more to offer this company. It's one thing to believe in yourself, it's another when a former World Champion does too. I said from day one that I wasn't going to back down from anyone. I made myself clear when it came to how I feel about Dr. Cube and the NWO and now I get another chance to back up those claims. If the NWO thinks that I'm going to-
Becky Lynch: Sami!
Sami is interrupted when Becky Lynch comes over.
Becky Lynch: I knew it wouldn't be long before you found yourself gunnin' for the top. Taking on the NWO eh? Sounds like a helluva fight.
Sami Zayn: Yeah it's gonna be tough. They got a numbers advantage but that should be neutralized by the cage. Keyword should be. You know how those guys operate. They've also been a unit for some time now so they'll be a lot more familiar with one another.
Becky Lynch: Sounds like you may need a little back up.
Becky cracks her knuckles and nods but Sami just grins and shakes his head.
Sami Zayn: Look, I appreciate the offer but I told you already, I'm here to do things on my own.
Becky Lynch: So you've said, but you're goin' up against the NWO. They don't exactly play fair ya know. Plus your teaming up with other people anyways to take them down.
Sami Zayn: It's temporary, it's just one match. You're an incredible athlete and you should be looking for a permanent partner. One who needs you.
Becky tries to hide the disappointment in her face but it doesn't really work.
Becky Lynch: If you really think winning one match is goin' to stop the NWO then maybe you're right. I should find a partner who's not that stupid.
Becky walks off leaving Sami a bit hurt by her words as the scene fades out.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament Semifinal 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...
Scott hall comes sliding out of the backstage area with his arms outstretched, classic Bad Guy style with Kevin Nash shortly behind him. The crowd erupts in boos as the two stand at the top of the entrance ramp to pose with Nash holding up the Wolfpac sign up above his head. They begin walking down the aisle as Hall flicks a toothpick into the camera lens.
Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 635 pounds, they are the Outsiders, members of the New World Order...Scott Hall and Kevin Nash!
As both men enter the ring, they give each other the, “Too Sweet” before getting ready for the match ahead.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the NSDS corner it’s decided that WALTER will start the match as Aleister steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the Outsiders corner, it’s decided that Hall will start the match as Nash steps through the ropes, taking his place on the apron as well. The two legal men charge each other as WALTER brings Scott down instantly with a Running STO.
Hall hits the mat hard as WALTER keeps hold of him after impact and stands up, bringing the, “Bad Guy” with him. Scott breaks the hold WALTER has on him and connects with a punch, then connects with another making it a two-piece but when he turns around and goes for the discus punch, WALTER headbutts him and knocks him to a seated position.
Scott is up quickly, holding his head for a moment as WALTER grabs his hand and peels it away to open up the head for attack but when he does that, Scott kicks him in the stomach hard enough that the big man actually doubles over. Hall heads over and steps up onto the middle rope, leaping off and going for a double axe handle but as he comes down, WALTER hits him right in the chest with a headbutt that brings him crashing to the mat.
As Hall lies there holding his chest, trying to regain the wind that got knocked out of him, WALTER reaches down and grabs him by both shoulders, pulling him up and setting him on his feet. When he does, even not fully recovered, Scott still puts his hand to WALTER’s face and rakes the eyes. WALTER holds his face as a result and takes a few steps back as the veteran heads into the ropes and as he launches himself off of them, leaps up high and brings the powerhouse down with a Jumping Clothesline.
Tom Phillips: I know Scott Hall can hold his own but in there with the, “Ring General” it looks like he’s just trying to survive.
Mauro Ranallo: God didn’t make a lot of men like Big Van WALTER and right now I’d say The Outsiders are thankful for that!
Corey Graves: Are you idiots hearing yourselves? For one, WALTER’s no Vader. For two, the NWO has put a beating on NSDS before. You must have selective memory!
In the ring, Scott is back to his feet as WALTER sits up and starts making his way to a vertical base as well. Hall lays into him with clubbing blows but it doesn’t deter the ascent as WALTER returns to his feet and swings around with his arm extended out, hitting Scott in the side of the head with the back of his arm as the, “Bad Guy” is sent staggering towards the ropes.
He catches himself on the ropes but as he does, WALTER is right behind him as he locks his arms around his waist and launches him with a powerful German Suplex. WALTER gets up and starts approaching Scott to lay in more offense but as he gets to him, Hall lay himself at WALTER’s feet, his face to the mat and his hands above his head as he’s seemingly bowing down to the big man. WALTER looks at him puzzled and then over at Aleister, who looks puzzled as well.
But as the two are looking at one another, Scott takes advantage of the distraction and raises up quickly, curling his arm up between the legs of the, “Ring General” and hitting him right in the groin as a collective, “Ooooohhhhh!” is heard from the crowd. As WALTER stands there holding his groin, Scott gets up and moves behind him, grabbing him and applying the Abdominal Stretch.
Tom Phillips: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like it was all a ruse to get WALTER to drop his guard.
Corey Graves: Haha! Scott Hall is a genius!
Black, angered by this, enters the ring as the referee rushes over to intercept him but before he can, the Television Champion lands a punch on Scott Hall, breaking his hold on WALTER as Aleister returns to the apron and Scott has been knocked on his rear. Scott gets back to his feet but as he does, WALTER spins around with his arm extended again and hits him with the back of his wrist as Hall is sent staggering back into the corner upstage from the NSDS corner.
As Scott hits the corner, WALTER is charging as he splashes Hall in the corner. As he backs away, Hall falls forward as WALTER catches him and pushes him back into the corner at a vertical base then winds back his arm and connects with a devastating chop to the chest!
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: That’s gotta feel like getting hit in the sternum with a cinder block!
Corey Graves: It’s a chop, for Christ’s sakes. A chop! You marks are popping for a move that literally anyone can do. “Ooh, but he hits really hard, Corey”. So I guess he thinks he’s Vader AND Big Show, hmm?
In the ring, as Scott is wincing in pain from the chop, WALTER stands him up in the corner again and winds back for another chop but as he swings his arm to go for it, Scott moves and WALTER chops the turnbuckle pad. It comes loose a bit because of the force as Hall grabs the back of his opponent’s head and drives it forward into the turnbuckle pad a few times as the pad comes looser and looser.
After a few times of connecting, WALTER puts his arms out, grabbing the rope to each side with his hands, effectively stopping the attack. He throws his left arm backward, catching Scott in the abdomen, as he turns around while the former Razor Ramon is doubled over in pain and drops an elbow to the back of his head as Hall is brought to one knee. Scott goes to get up as WALTER connects with a headbutt, knocking him onto his tailbone.
Hall gets up, not looking too happy as WALTER reaches out to goozle him but Scott manages to smack his arm away and connects with a thumb to the eye using his other hand. As WALTER reacts to that, he goes low and thrusts his shoulder into the big man’s abdomen before hooking the head and lifting him, connecting with an impactful Vertical Suplex.
Tom Phillips: Well that could be a tide turner.
Mauro Ranallo: Now we just wait and see if that’s because it took more out of WALTER or Scott Hall.
Corey Graves: WALTER has a little over twenty pounds on Scott. This man had enough strength to knock over Yokozuna, for crying out loud! It’s just a redirection of force, idiots!
Scott heads over to the Outsiders corner and tags in Kevin Nash, who immediately charges across the ring and knocks Black off the apron as he hits the crowd barricade hard. Nash now heads over to WALTER, who is sitting up, and hits him with a boot to the head. As WALTER is now looking up at the ring lights, Nash grabs his ankles and holds his legs apart, as he takes no time to harshly stomp the groin of the, “Ring General”.
WALTER sits up in pain as Nash puts his foot on his chest and pushes him back onto his back as he now raises his foot and brings it down, stomping on the groin again. He then raises his foot up again, this time with a drawn out, ”Tooooo” and bringing it down into WALTER’s groin with a, ”SWEET!” After doing that a few more times, Kevin relents as he grabs WALTER and pulls him to his feet, placing his head between his legs.
Aleister climbs up onto the apron to enter the ring but as he does, Scott Hall grabs his ankle and pulls him down, causing him to hit his face on the apron as Scott puts his head between his legs.
Tom Phillips: This doesn’t look good!
Scott and Kevin look at each other briefly before hoisting their respective victim up and Nash hits the Jackknife Powerbomb on WALTER at the same time that Hall hits the Outsider’s Edge on Black.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Jackknife Powerbomb and Outsider’s Edge to the floor in tandem!
Corey Graves: See ya, championship goals!
Nash covers WALTER for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Outsiders!
Hall enters the ring as he and Nash have their arms raised in victory.
Tom Phillips: Well folks, The Outsiders are going to Wargames.
Mauro Ranallo: But to face who is the question?
Corey Graves: It doesn’t matter who. If they can chew up and spit out NSDS without one of them ever getting into the match, The Outsiders can definitely handle DIY or Day One Glow. You might as well hand them the titles now!
As the celebration continues, Revolution does as well.
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